A Prisoner of Love

by MissCHSparkles

Sequel to A Slave to Love: Now that Megatron knows who Elita is, he has become cold and sparkless. Can the Femme slaves and their offspring survive or will his anger bring everyone down? Read on to find out.

17. Chapter 17

Author's note. Hope everyone likes this chapter, thanks for the faves and reviews.

Written by me and the-writing-mew.

Enjoy and please review.

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"So when is your daughter bonding?" Windblade questioned her mate's brother who frowned slightly.

"Medic Ratchet says it may be two or three months before she is ready," he said stiffly. "In the meantime, they are 'both' wearing chastity belts, I won't have them messing around."

"It's a good precaution in any case, if Slipstream needs more time," she said encouragingly. "But perhaps this is best, not only will we be able to prepare for a bonding ceremony worthy of her but my possible daughter in law can use the time to act considerably more civilised."

"What is she like?" Slipstream's mother asked curiously. The four Seekers were enjoying some Energon together and discussing the day's events. Blacktip and Winblade had enjoyed spending time with their beautiful granddaughter until Starscream had arrived with Darklight in tow. The young femme had glared at them but been distracted by her daughter who demanded a feed so Starscream had quickly made sure she got one.

"Pretty enough to look at but has absolutely no manners or any learning whatsoever," Windblade said with a curl of her lips. "She appears to love and take care of her daughter well enough but I shudder to think of the habits Falere will pick up unless she accepts some lessons."

"Slipstream seemed to like her," murmured the other femme, delicately sipping some Energon. "She might be able to help mould her into a proper femme."

"I would welcome that, the more positive influences, the better," Windblade agreed. "Lady Elita did try to clean her up but that Decepticon base was not the environment to do so. And sadly, my own son did not help much, he doesn't appear to have made any effort to discipline her properly. She is a very stubborn femme and I can tell she does not wish for me to teach her but I will enjoy the challenge."

She smiled as she said this, she had her own ideas about how she could silence that foul mouth of Darklight's.

"What do you think of your future son in law?" Blacktip asked his younger brother interestedly. "He seems very good looking for a grounder."

"Hmm, he is passable," his brother said with pursed lips. "I don't approve this union, this Mirage did everything he could to resist my daughter but his creators are desperate for him to bond her. And she won't let him go now, she's determined to have him."

"I see," Blacktip said. "Well, you do have some time to get to know him, maybe you will see what she sees in him."

"We will see," he said grimly. "But if he does not please me, then he'll go over my knee like Thundercracker went over the Prime's."

"I missed out on that," Blacktip sighed sadly.

"I never thought our children would bond with grounders," Windblade mused. "Well, at least Streamfire has found a flier, even if he isn't a Seeker."

"He seems like a good boy," Blacktip now said. "Very respectful of our daughter, I think he might even still be a virgin."

"So they are courting?" Slipstream's mother asked and received a nod in return. "And he wants to be with her?"

"He does, but he is taking his time with her," Windblade mused thoughtfully. "We'll be keeping a close optic on them but so far, he appears to be a good match for her. She is very enthusiastic about aid work, at least he would easily be able to protect her, he's a shuttle."

"Really, a shuttle?" her sister in law said with interest. "An Autobot?"

"Yes, an Autobot," Windblade confirmed and the chatter continued. They knew that Thundercracker creators were spending time with the Prime and his mate, preparing for the unification of their two families. What they didn't know was that Elita was tentatively trying to connect to a certain branch of her family.

...

"My dear, what a pleasant surprise," Megatron said with a smile when she appeared on the screen.

"Good evening Sire," Elita greeted, slightly nervous but determined to say her bit. "I wondered if we could meet soon, perhaps tomorrow?"

"Of course, you know I love seeing you," he said warmly and she nodded.

"It's...there are some things we need to discuss," she began softly. "Such as...a possible end to hostilities, permanently."

"Oh really?" He questioned feeling something crawl on him, and indeed, seconds later Aoide appeared purring as she reached his chest and cuddled him.

Elita could only look wide opticed. Had he taken her again? Her creators must not be happy.

"Yes, uh... We need to discuss this face to face, sire," The pink femme added unable to take her optics from Aoide.

"Of course, whatever my little girl wants." He said a little distracted as Aoide climbed higher on him and now cuddled his head before happily singing.

Elita shook her head suddenly feeling dizzy.

"Sire... Arcee shall end the war by bonding Thundercracker," She couldn't help to say to her horror. But it was too late to cover her mouth now.

But Megatron -as she was- felt slightly light headed as well and said to her surprise: "Well... My poor grandchild... She won't get nothing from that virgin, he's almost a priest of Primus, why you think I've given her to him?"

Silence followed.

"Besides, there are other things at hand to bring peace, not just her bonding with a.. Uh... Seeker noble... I know there are some subjects of mine that wish my throne, those must be dealt to as well before trying to unite our two factions by a huge bonding ceremony, my dear... 'cons and 'bots won't be pleased with the idea of never shooting their guns to the other again."

Aoide continued singing.

"I... See," Elita sighed. "Can... Can you help us with that? Your officers are pretty much well with it, except Shockwave who still insist in speaking with you."

"Hmm... I'll talk to Shockwave…," He answered in a slightly drunken tone. "But first, I want to beat to slag the fragger that I believed to be a virgin but jumped my sweet Arcee."

"Arcee jumped him, she admitted it herself," She said feeling drunk like she never felt before... And ready to purgue as well. "She admitted seducing Thundercracker to deflower her. My poor Optimus, my sweet husband almost had a spark attack right there and cried all night."

Megatron grunted. "I should keep my promise and castrate him!"

"But sire... I need his spike... Love his spike... Is... Yummy," She surprised herself saying that but just couldn't stop!

What is happening?!

Megatron grumbled again. "Well, at least the fragger bonded you... But still abandoned you in that base for millions of years! I'll beat him too for that!"

Elita nodded and whined. "Protect my honour, papa."

Megatron nodded and beat his palm with his fist. "No one abandoned my child! I'll make him pay, sweetspark, don't worry, leave it in your papa's hands."

"Thank you, papa, you're the best, I love you," She added causing him to smile and answer back:

"I love you too, my sweetspark."

When the connection was cut out, her queasy little feeling increased and she purged, badly, her head hurt as if someone just messed carelessly with her processor and her optics were unable to focus.

"Commander!" Prowl came to her aid after watching her bend on herself and cry in pain. "Please allow me to take you to the medbay."

She only nodded unable to think -or speak- about something else that wasn't what she just confessed to her evil sire!

How is it possible that he took it so well?!

As she thought about it, her head gave her a hard stab that made her cry.

She didn't know that back in the Nemesis, Megatron thought about a certain new femme...

"I should have known she would jump him, she's mine after all, the poor innocent Thundercracker, he couldn't resist her... Is all her fault... I'll spank her! Then beat that stupid boyfriend of hers for not knowing how to handle the situation... Idiot."

He continued babbling alone about how he was going to keep his promise of punishing three bots with a slight scowl.

"Frag, Arcee... I should have known... She has my code after all and she just went for what she wanted; what other mech would she want if he was the only one she met?"

For minutes he went on and on about it until the door of the control room opened and Soundwave stopped right at the entrance before covering his audios and offlined them, quickly understanding the situation.

"Aoide: cease singing immediately," He ordered her only to be explicitly ignored.

Honestly he hadn't expected his baby's powers would develop so early! That is dangerous.

"Ah, Soundwave!" Megatron exclaimed as if happy to see him. "Did you know my supposed sweet grandchild jumped Starscream's trine mate? A much older mech than her and the idiot didn't know how to resist her?"

Soundwave answered with silence.

"He just needed to cover his nose, just as simple, idiot... But, she likes him, and as her grandpapa cannot forbid her to have him," He continued.

It was too much for Soundwave to hear who only placed a silencer in her daughter's mouth to silence her as she suckled happily

Suddenly, as if popping out from dreamland and kicked back to reality, Megatron felt his head spin, his optics roll and his tanks twist horribly in response.

"My lord?" Tried the telepath taking his now quiet daughter from him.

"Uhh... S-sound-...?" He tried before bending on himself and purged badly.

Aoide shrieked in laughs and clapped happily still not knowing what she did.

The Decepticon leader groaned in pain before offlining right there.

Aoide chirped curiously at him. Maybe it was time for his nap?

Soundwave couldn't help but groan. How was he supposed to move his big leader to medbay? Then deliver the news to Echo about Aoide's powers... And the side effects.

However what he worried him the most would be Megatron's reactions about Arcee when he wakes up again.

He didn't know what to do there.

...

Sometime later...

In a beautiful clear in a nearby forest were Mirage and Slipstream together. Next them were their creators watching their every move.

Slipstream's sire still looked at the mech his daughter hugged with mistrust.

Then, to their surprise, two more fliers joined them: Steamfire and Skyfire...

"You too, 'cuz?" Asked her Slipstream to her smirking cousin.

"Yeah... Now I see where super great nona's were," The other seeker said pointing to the other couple's 'diaper' as they called it. "That would explain mom said we have to use this 'too small' for us."

"At least its discreet," Slipstream said. "Every Autobot and Decepticon femme already laughed at us!"

"Hey! Is a relic! Respect it, let the envious whisper their envy... Use it with honour…," Steamfire said causing the mechs with them to laugh.

They continued as Optimus, Mirage's creators and the seekers watched them.

"I should have put one on Arcee," He said almost sadly.

Elita wasn't there, she was still in medbay complaining about horrible headaches as if she had some kind of hangover.

The Prime smiled sightly at the idea of making her drunk again, she's just such lightweight.

However she hadn't spoken to anyone yet -not that she could- what she'd talked to her sire and anyone who watched the recording of the conversation ended as bad as her... With Ratchet cursing... That included Prowl to everyone's surprise. Blaster was already analysing what was wrong with it.

"She would have found a way to get rid of it," Thundercracker's mother said before sipping on her tea, bringing him back to this reality.

"Yes, besides, she needed release, you can't keep that from her, and if it had been as bad as I think it was, not even a shower in the Arctic would have worked to cool her off," Lady Windblade offered depressing the Prime a little.

"It seems everything was against my little femme remaining little," he sighed. "I just wish I'd had more time with her."

"I'm sorry lord Prime," his daughter's future mother in law said sympathetically. "I know it is hard for you but this will be a new beginning for you and your daughter. She'll still need you and hopefully, you will be blessed with more sparklings before she is."

He paused at that, it had been suggested several times that now Arcee was grown, he and Elita should think about having more. Especially if this prospective peace deal went through and bots would be able to start building their lives post war. He very much wanted to spark his mate up and see her swell with their children but he'd always imagined it a bit more...romantic. Right now, it felt very much expected of them so he shied away from purposelessly trying to conceive.

"We hope we will have some sparklings in the future," he said diplomatically. "But I think I would rather make sure there is peace between the two factions before committing to having more children."

"Of course," she said, nodding with a small smile. "But you know...if you have sparklings, it would probably delay Arcee wanting to conceive. Her siblings would take up some of her time and also prepare her for being a mother."

"Mm," he murmured, he wouldn't want Arcee take on too much responsibility, she had her own life to lead but it would be enjoyable seeing her with little siblings.

"Lady Windblade," he now said to the Seeker in question. "How do you feel about your daughter bonding, if you don't mind me asking?"

"He is a good match," she mused, looking over to where Streamfire and Skyfire were. "A seeker would have been preferable but he is a flier and a very respectable scientist. I think he will make a good son."

"And he hasn't tried to jump Streamfire," her friend added with a chuckle.

"That has put him in a good light," admitted Windblade, smirking. Yes, she was very satisfied that her daughter was going to lose her virginity to another virgin, she couldn't ask for better. Although she would need to make sure Starscream talked to Skyfire about properly pleasing his new mate, she wished her daughter's first experience to be a good one.

"In the meantime, I can ensure my potential daughter in law is sufficiently groomed for society in time for Slipstream's bonding," the older femme stated, closely watching the two betrothed couples. "I won't have her making a scene there."

"Hmm," Thundercracker's mother murmured in agreement as Optimus said. "Excuse me ladies."

He moved a bit away from them, having just received a ping from Blaster.

:Yes?: he asked.

:I think I might have found something: the tape deck told him. :If you watch the very start of the recording, there's no problem, both of them are talking normally and there's no strange effects. But then little Aoide pops up and starts singing...that's the point things start to go weird:

:You think she is the reason no one can watch it?: Optimus questioned in amazement.

:Right now, that's the only explanation I can come up with: Blaster stated, with a shrug in his voice. :Her creators both have special abilities, wouldn't be surprising if she had her own gift:

:Hmm: his leader said thoughtfully. :I believe we should contact Soundwave and see if he could confirm this. It would be good to know if he has any idea about what was discussed:

:Sounds like a good idea: Blaster acknowledged. :I can't watch enough to make out all that they were saying. I'm pretty sure Elita broached the subject of the ceasefire and old Megs heard but there's not much else I can tell yah:

:Don't worry Blaster, thank you for all your hard work: Optimus said warmly. :I will be along shortly, I'd rather speak to Soundwave face to face:

:Gotcha Prime, I'll hail him and make sure he's ready for yah: Blaster told him.

Bidding everyone a quick goodbye, Optimus transformed and headed straight for the base. So it was only a short time later until he was in front of a vid-screen where the Decepticon Tic was waiting.

"Greetings Optimus Prime," Soundwave intoned.

"Greetings to you Soundwave," Optimus said, inclining his head. "I wanted to speak to you about the call Elita made to Megatron."

"Affirmative," the dark blue Mech said. "What is it you wish to know?"

"Have you any idea about what they spoke about?" the Prime asked.

"Megatron knows Arcee made Thundercracker take her virginity," Soundwave replied instantly. "Believes Thundercracker a fool for not being able to resist but as her grandfather, he can't deny her wish."

"That is it?" Optimus asked and Soundwave nodded.

"That is more or less it, I did not arrive in time to hear more," he said.

"Because of...Aoide?" Optimus offered and he saw how the other Mech stiffened.

"...Affirmative," he said after a moment. "Statement: She did not realise what she was doing, her abilities are powerful."

"They must be, no one can watch the recording without suffering some ill effect," Optimus said a little gravely. "Prowl actually started cursing..."

"ARGH!"

The snarled roar startled both of them and Soundwave turned to see an angry Megatron marching over.

"Who are you talking to?" Megatron demanded, shoving Soundwave out of the way and glaring at Optimus. "Prime, I should have known."

"Megatron...is something wrong?" Optimus said, the grey Mech looked livid.

"I have a slagging headache," the warlord snapped furiously."What in the pit happened?"

Soundwave shifted uneasily, he doubted Megatron would be impressed if he heard what Aoide's singing had done to him. Optimus however said.

"I have no idea Megatron, Elita called you earlier to discuss..."

"...how you allowed my granddaughter to lose her virginity," interrupted Megatron with a growl. "Primus, how did he even manage to get close enough to fall under her heat scent?"

"It's not that simple...," Optimus tried to say.

"You're lucky I don't come over and castrate you where you stand," Megatron said in contempt. "But then my daughter would miss your tasty spike."

"My...what...," Optimus said, dumbfounded. Had Elita really said that?

"But...," Megatron added with an evil smirk, his optics slightly unfocused due to his bad headache and being a little low on energy. "She did ask me to defend her honour and how could I possibly refuse that?"

"What...?" He tried again not knowing what his rival and the father of his beloved was saying.

"You and I, Prime, once my head settles…," The warlord answered with his fist hitting his palm.

It was pretty obvious what it meant.

"Wait... Elita and I were bonded for a long time, you don't need to defend anything!" The Prime finally seemed ready to answer back.

"Maybe... But you abandoned her in that filthy base for too long, and because of that, I'll punish you," Megatron growled back looking forward for that encounter.

"Well, Megatron, maybe you need to hit yourself because of what you did when she was there with you and what you tried to do once her chastity belt was out! Besides, if you hadn't attacked the Ark we wouldn't have crashed and she wouldn't have been 'abandoned' as you claim!" Prime bit back causing his nemesis to freeze...

'Ouch... Low kick...' Thought Blaster while hearing their conversation to see if something strange didn't happened again.

"That wasn't me! And is in the past! This is the present and you deserve punishment for abandoning her and neglecting Arcee!" After a while answered the Decepticon leader.

"Then who was it?!" Optimus frowned furiously.

"A mad mech! Not me!" bit back the grey mech.

Optimus refused the urge to facepalm. Megatron denied what he did to his own daughter.

Then, out of nowhere, a little, white sparkling femme climbed her way up the grey mech with a silencer in her mouth and looked curiously at the Autobot leader.

Immediately, Soundwave -who didn't know how his daughter was so good sneaking- tried to take her... Only for her to cry and spit the silencer to cry louder and her retractile claws to bury in Megatron's seams.

Megatron grunted and pushed her sire away and battled his hands away from her never breaking optic contact with Optimus.

Defeated, Soundwave could only go and reach for her discarded silencer and clean it before even trying to push it in her mouth again before is too late.

The Prime stared at the scene with a lifted optic ridge. He really hopes the sparkling remains quiet.

"Tomorrow, you and I, name the place, Prime..." Megatron mused darkly and Aoide looked up at him in worry. "I'll beat you to scraps."

"Megatron.. I don't think that's the way-"

"Don't you fragging dare to tell me how to do things! I'll beat you down as I should have done all this millennium ago!"

Soundwave continued cleaning the silencer...

...and Optimus started growing restless.

"I'm Elita's sire... Its my right to protect and defend her honour! And I will!" Continued the old mech but Optimus wasn't listening any more to his ramblings...

...then offlined his audios when he watched the little sparkling open her mouth...

...and start singing happily just like her mama did for her.

Soundwave accidentally dropped the silencer and covered his audios before offlining them too.

The effect was immediate...

Megatron's gaze changed, unfocused more and he wobbled on his pedes... However he continued talking and making gestures of what he wanted to do to the Prime... All in silence as said Prime couldn't hear.. Just watch half amused.

That sparkling is indeed powerful... And dangerous. They better keep said abilities in secret or Primus knows what Megatron would to to her.

"Are you even listening to me?" Megatron tried in a much softer voice. "I don't know what my daughter sees in you, I bet your 'yummy' spike cannot even go hard!"

"Lord Megatron, please..." Tried Soundwave only to be pushed away again but this time by a much 'calmed' mech.

"Shhhh... Quit it, Soundwave, can't you see I'm talking with my son in-law? The fragger my precious baby bonded unfortunately!?" He cried the last statement. "I've never even had the chance to play with her... I would have loved to... Like my lovely Maple... I miss my baby so much...!"

Soundwave tried to cut the connection only for Megatron to push his hand away again.

"I'll beat you to slag!" He declared to the deaf Prime who continued watching everything... But then his sight started unfocusing as well.

'Can it be? Her powers are... Even if I don't listen!' He thought in shock.

A strange urge to online back his audios startled him.

Aoide continued singing.

"My poor baby... Is all your fault, Prime!" Continued Megatron as now Optimus felt his head too light for his taste.

:Prime, cut the call, now! Her waves are growing in intensity and threatening to escape this room!: Blaster warned him in desperation. :It must be Megatron... He's stressed and that causes her, as a sparkling the wish of making him feel better! Cut the call, Prime!:

"I... Uhh..." He tried taking one hand to his head.

:You won't be able to resist her much longer, sir!:

"Why you had to bond her? Why her mother never told me?! Why?!" Megatron now cried and that was too much for poor Optimus who couldn't watch his rival and father in-law acting so... Shamefully.

But when the call was cut out he felt as if a great weight left his shoulders... And something else...

"Prime, are you okay?" Blaster tried in worry to his unfocused leader.

But said leader only hurried away towards medbay, and once there he spotted his laying mate and she smiled sweetly at him.

"Hi... Optimus... I think I feel bet- !"

But before she can finish her sentence her mate jumped her and kissed her passionately.

Before she can ask what was happening, he removed her armour easily and played with her external node and valve folds, startling her.

"O-oh... O-orion... Wha-t... Wha... Oh!" She tried feeling her body heat up and her valve responding to his touches.

"What in the Pit is going on here?!" Ratchet demanded only to receive a murderous glare from his leader...

...a glare he never received and wasn't in Optimus' repertory before that froze the medic in place before this one just walked back on his tracks and closed the curtain leaving the lovers alone.

"Op-?" Elita tried again only to have her mouth claimed again and her mate climb on her berth between her legs and nudge her entrance with his hard, swollen member. "Oh!" She sighed in surprise then moaned in delight as he eased himself in.

She flushed and groaned at the divine feeling. Yeah... Indeed her Optimus is tasty.

She'll ask him later what happened... Much later... After she enjoyed herself.

...

Starscream laughed for three days... And then continued laughing at his sister's predicament.

Skyfire didn't even know how to kiss.

She lied to him, but once the truth was out it was even better.

Her shuttle boyfriend is as virginal as he remembered him, and the best of it all was that their mother sealed them with chastity belts. Sadly Slipstream was wearing the biggest the family have along with her fiancée.. That would have been fun, to watch the two virgins with big 'diaper.

But his uncle hurried first and claimed the belts for his daughter and Mirage.

"Grow up Screamer," Streamfire said with a roll of her optics. "At least we're doing things properly...remind us how you ended up with a sparkling?"

He paused and then huffed, Darklight's lessons were not progressing as well as he had hoped. But still...

"At least I'm not a virgin," he taunted. "He's not going to have the slightest idea what he's doing."

"A bit like you when you took the mother of your sparkling as a slave," she shot back, what was her brother's obsessions with her fiancée's virginity. "Anyway, if you're so desperate for Sky to sleep with someone, why haven't you volunteered?"

This caused the older Seeker to splutter indignantly and his sister to smirk.

"Streamfire," their mother chided causing the young femme seeker to say. "Mother, he's being a pain."

"It's not my fault her mate to be is such a virgin," he stated with a smirk, emphasising the last word as though it was something to be ashamed of.

"Hmm, the complete opposite of yours," his mother said wryly as Streamfire snickered at his expression. "Now the pair of you, stop bickering. You must set a good example."

"Yes mother," they both muttered, knowing once she was away, they would simply start again.

"Now remember," she said sternly. "There will be none of this for Slipstream and Mirage's bonding day, the poor dears will be nervous enough without you two talking about interface."

"We promise we won't speak about that mother," Streamfire said instantly. She was aware that the couple in question were rather apprehensive about what was going to happen on their bonding night. And their oversized chastity made sure their thoughts kept returning to that subject.

"Starscream?" Windblade prodded pointedly.

"I won't speak in front of them," he said with a sigh. He'd just make sure neither Slipstream or Mirage were anywhere near when he teased Skyfire.

"My dear," Blacklight said, walking over with Falere in his arms.

"Yes love?" Windblade said, affectionately stroking Falere's head.

"The Prime is looking very sated," he announced without preamble causing Starscream to make a face and Streamfire to giggle. "I wonder what's gotten into him?"

"Perhaps he wishes for some sparklings," his mate mused. "Primes are supposed to be very virile, aren't they?"

"Mother, please," her son groaned. "I don't want to hear about his interface life, it's almost as bad as hearing about Megatron's."

"Hush dear," Windblade said. "He and lady Elita have been having a good time recently, isn't that right?"

"It is, almost like a second honeymoon," Blacklight mused thoughtfully. "These young ones, I don't know where they get the energy."

Starscream made a grumbling noise before stalking off, he definitely didn't want any part of this conversation.

"I heard something strange happened to the Prime," Streamfire piped up. "Something about a call to Megatron and then he just...bam!"

"Yes, that's the story," her mother agreed. "They're not saying what the exact cause was though. I suppose it doesn't really matter, he'll work it out of his system soon enough."

...

Elita panted heavily, lying beside her slumbering mate who was slumped on his front. She had completely lost track of time, ever since Optimus had jumped her in the Med Bay, it had been what seemed like a never ending cycle of interfacing, fuelling, interfacing, sleeping, cleaning and more interfacing. Thankfully, they'd made it back to their quarters early on so at least since then, they'd been private.

But by Primus, Optimus had been insatiable and she'd loved every moment of it. They hadn't interfaced like that since...since before he left Cybertron.

"Optimus...that was...," she started to say but couldn't finish, she was just blown away by the last overload she'd experienced.

He had collapsed next to her as soon as he'd finished and appeared to have fallen straight into recharge. Her valve tingled in such a nice way and her reproductive chambers were filled to the brim with her beloveds fluid. Right now she could barely move, not only was she rather exhausted but her body was pleasantly sore in places. Dimly, she wondered how Arcee was getting on, surely the others were looking after her.

At least Arcee was grown, she'd be feeling a lot more guilty if her daughter was still a child.

"Hnnn."

"Primus, you've got stamina," she complimented as her mate stirred.

"Uhh," he groaned slightly, lifting himself up and rubbing at his face before looking at her blearily. "Lita?"

"I'm here love," she said gently, reaching over and kissing him. "That was a short nap."

"Nap?" he repeated dumbly, his face creasing in such a cute way. It was times like these he looked more like Orion, the shy, sensitive Mech she'd first fallen in love with. "I...oh..."

The memory of what they had been up to suddenly hit him and he flushed. "I...did not expect that to happen."

She smirked at him and said. "Don't tell me you regret it."

His slightly sheepish look changed into a wide smile.

"Not for a single moment," he rumbled, giving her a long, deep kiss. Once he'd broken it, he said.

"Although I think I may be getting a lecture from Ratchet...he doesn't like bots interfacing in his med bay."

"I'm sure he'll get over it," she said warmly as he moved onto his back before drawing her into an embrace. "Let's just enjoy this moment."

"Hmm, I couldn't agree more," he sighed happily.

They lay there for a while before Optimus finally spoke. "Megatron wants to fight me because of Arcee. I'm almost surprised he didn't burst in on us."

"Oh... He does?" She tried and then groaned. "I've told him about Thundercracker... I don't know what happened!"

"Aoide," Her mate said.

"What?"

"Soundwave's and Echo's daughter. It seems her powers already developed themselves and she can't control herself." Mussed Optimus.

Elita remained in silence absorbing that information before saying: "But... That's dangerous! If she can't control herself because she's so young, then imagine her powers growing! And would be worse if she has no idea what is going on!"

"Its what I think, so her sire and her carrier must have been alerted by now. But I've noticed she goes around Megatron too much; Blaster mentioned it must be because he's always stressed and her nature -which she inherited from her mother- tries to calm him while singing as I believe Echo does for her... However I believe Aoide's voice must be powerful than hers and I fear the day she starts talking." Optimus said darkly.

Then Elita kissed him. "Don't worry, love, Aoide is a good girl, she won't use her powers for evil, especially if she's like her mother."

"Primus hears you." He said and she kissed him again.

"Now, love... You really said to your father that my spike is tasty?"

Her optics widened and she groaned loudly before covering her face on his shoulder.

"You know he spared me from castration because you asked him for it?"

She groaned louder.

...

Hours later however Megatron arrived demanding to see his granddaughter... With Aoide attached to his chest and her worried sire behind his leader watching her mouth covered by the silencer.

Starscream returned to the Nemesis to watch it and control the mechs as well as Echo...

...what no one there knows is that the seeker convinced her to sing for the entire base in the speakers so hee waves would go to the smallest gaps, so the mechs were all calmed as little lambs...

... Sadly for Starscream -who hadn't expected that- her singing waves affected him too and now he can only think about Darklight and how he wants to apologize her.

But back in the Ark... Arcee came out to greet her grandsire... Only to have him placing her on his knee to spank her.

"No! Stop! Megatron, stop!" She cried as her rear was hit over and over again by his heavy hand.

"Its 'grandsire' for you, young lady! And how could you seduce an older mech!? Who gave you permission?!" He answered back with another hit.

"My valve burned! I needed release and he was walking around! And I loved it! Every second!" She cried back only gaining more spankings.

"You. Have. No. Permission. To. Seduce. Older. Mechs! And no mech at all!" He pointed every word with a spank causing her to yelp and jump slightly.

"But grandpapa! I love him! Ouch!"

"You only need a spike in your young valve, not a mech!"

"I need Thundercracker, I love him!"

"No you don't!"

"I.. I do... And I need him now!" She suddenly gasped feeling her valve reacting to the spankings faster than it already does... That made her feel mortified; how can she feel aroused by her grandsire spanking her?!

"Thundercracker!" She shrieked loudly enough for Megatron to cover his audios and for Aoide to jump from Megatron to her sire while whimpering in pain at the high sound and covered her little audios.

The earth shook, silence was made... Not even the birds were singing any more...

And then, the blue seeker came out from the Ark, walking as if he was her guardian god, the earth shook and shattered with every step he gave, and his optics were burning in anger... Or something else.

It was time for the final fight with her grandsire; he already defeated her sire, now Megatron would be different as he's bigger and fights dirty.

Inmediately, Megatron got up and pushed Arcee behind him, recognizing a rival... The fragger he'd fought before back in the Nemesis and now he knows why... His instincts were telling him he was illegaly sleeping with Arcee.

And talking about Arcee... She was sneaking away from him towards the seeker's arms...

"And where you think you go?" He grabbed her arm only to meet her unfocused but angered optics...

...before she kicked him hard between his legs.

The warlord roared in pain... She kicked him so hard that he can feel his spike in his throat!

Not even Strika kicked him like that the last time!

He bent on himself and then fell onto the ground in fetal position while crying for his 'gem'.

Thundercracker's aura calmed and the earthquake ceased as he watched dumbfounded how his young lover defeated one of the most powerful mechs in the universe with just one kick.

Megatron now wailed loudly as Arcee ran towards her beloved, but before leaving, she spared one last glance to him.

"I've won, grandsire, Thundercracker is mine!" She growled darkly to him before taking said seeker's hand and ran with him towards her quarters.

The decepticon leader continued rolling on the ground as the Autobots, some seekers, his once femmes and Strika watched him with smirks...

The seekers however were not smirking.. They were more like approving Arcee's courage, especially Thundercracker's creators. Too bad the Prime and his mate were not there to watch it.

Soundwave forced Aoide to sleep with his powers, otherwise she would have tried to 'calm' the 'poor' mech again.

When Megatron managed to catch his breath, he said -while taking one tear that ran from his optic- "That's my little femme! She's a fine example of my code!" He rasped before wincing in pain again.

He couldn't even move his legs!

"M-medic...!" He rasped again as his femmes surrounded him, all with their hands on their hips... None of them looking friendly.

...

When Ratchet and Swoop arrived, the whole lot of Decepticon femmes, plus Chromia, were having a piece of the fallen leader, or rather, beating and kicking him to pieces.

"What is going on here! Separate! Now! Disperse!" He roared as loud as he could.

None of them seemed to have heard him.

The seeker nobles and Mirage's creators already made their servants to brought them a little tea table and chairs so they can watch while drinking their tea, watching the barbaric spectacle unamused.

"Wouldn't you like to defend your daughter's honour too?" Asked Blacklight to his brother who nodded and said:

"They are doing it for me; who you think told them where said mech was?" He said this gesturing towards the enraged femmes that continued beating and ripping apart pieces from the roaring Decepticon leader.

"Ah... Very clever, brother," The old Winglord said nodding in approval.

Mirage's creators only sipped their tea in silence while thinking it was a bad idea to get in the bad side of such patient mech like this, Slipstream's sire.

It felt like hours for the femmes but only seconds for the onlookers as they finally finished with Megatron who now lay unconscious, broken and bleeding on the ground.

By the time even Ratchet, Strika and Soundwave joined the nobles with the tea waiting for the femmes to finish.

And they did, now all sitting on the ground wailing loudly and brokenly.

Ratchet sighed. "Alright, is my time to work, please excuse me, ladies, gentlemechs."

They nodded at him before he left to check on the damage... And then curse loudly causing the nobles to flinch.

"Who was the fragger who stabbed a couple of nunchucks in his aft?!"

At that, the crying femmes stopped crying... And giggled instead drying their tears, some of them even looked at a sheepish looking Nightbird.

"Well done, brother," The Winglord praised his -proud looking but serious as well- brother with a pat on the superior part of his wing.

Soundwave sighed. He better have a meeting with Starscream and Strika about how to handle things when their leader is unconscious and recovering.

The only thought of it made his head ache.

He wasn't the only one, Optimus and Elita had finally arrived and the scene before them made them groan. The femme rushed over to her friend and helped her up, hugging her.

"Feel better?" she questioned, knowing why she and the other femmes beat Megatron.

"Yeah, a bit," Chromia said, wiping away excess moisture. "I dunno if it'll ever go away but...that felt good."

Elita nodded, she hoped it helped all of the femmes. It wasn't something she'd ever have authorised but these femmes had suffered so much, they'd needed an outlet to vent on. And Megatron had proved to be the perfect subject for that.

"Guess I'll need to apologise to Ratchet," her blue friend added wryly. "Just given him more work."

"As long as you don't make a habit of it," Elita said with a smile, seeing how her mate was rubbing at his face, a sign of stress.

"The ladies decided to take a bit of revenge," Ratchet was explaining to the Prime. "So guess who has to patch him up?"

"I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job," Optimus said encouragingly. "A strange situation to be in."

"Patching up our enemy?" Ratchet asked with a snort. "Strange doesn't even cover it. But I suppose we aren't going to be enemies for much longer, are we?"

"With a bit of luck," Optimus murmured, glancing down at the femmes who were still in an emotional state. There was a lot of healing ahead of them, for all of them.

Looking at Megatron, a thought struck him and he turned to Soundwave, who looked to be lost in deep concentration.

"Soundwave," he said, raising his voice to catch the other Mech's attention.

"Yes?" the navy blue Mech inquired.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to transfer Ivory to our base," Optimus stated. "It might help her to be near Arcee and I'm sure Hook could do with a break."

Soundwave considered this, he'd almost forgotten about the comatose femme. He idly wondered if she would have enjoyed laying into the grey Mech as much as the others had.

"If she can be moved," he said slowly. "Then she can come here."

"Thank you," Optimus said warmly, his own thoughts on the older femme. It wouldn't surprise him if she'd been acquainted with the other nobles currently on the base, it truly was a shame she was not awake. Would she approve of Arcee's impending bonding? Thundercracker was from a good family but she might disapprove of the fact he was a Decepticon.

Arcee would be distressed being separated from Thundercracker until their bonding, having someone of her own code should help with that. He also felt another medic's opinion would be good, of course he trusted Hook's judgement but he was aware that sometimes another professional could spot something new. It was most assuredly worth a try, she would be comfortable and near her only family,it was surely the right thing to do.

"Hey you," Ratchet suddenly said, snapping his fingers to get Optimus's attention. "I need help getting this big lug into my medical bay."

Optimus rolled his optics slightly at Ratchet's brusque tone, he didn't scold the medic as he knew he was just a little frustrated with having yet another patient in a serious condition.

"Statement, Soundwave must depart for the Nemesis," Soundwave told him, he and the others needed to get organised.

"Very well Soundwave, we will contact you later," Optimus promised before going to assist with Megatron.

"Is there anything you would all enjoy doing?" Elita gently asked all the femmes still milling around.

There was a pause as they all thought about it. Lady Windblade took a delicate sip of her tea before suggesting in a raised voice.

"Perhaps you would enjoy creating energon goodies?"

This caused another pause as the femme disgusted this suggestion. It was a surprising one, after all, wasn't that the kind of thing sparklings or caterers did? But then...

"I'd like that," a young Decepticon femme said shyly, looking nervously at all the others.

"I'd be up for it," Nightbird said with a shrug, offering support to the young femme. It wasn't something she'd normally do but what the hell, she could do what she wanted.

"Chromia...fancy stuffing Ironhide with a few of those?" Elita teased lightly, happy when her friend smiled.

"He is a sucker for rust sticks," the blue femme admitted. "Maybe...it would be a nice thing."

"We'll organise it straight away," Elita said kindly, she knew there were supplies for that, since Mirage and Slipstream had originally been bonding a few days previously.

"Thank you lady Windblade," she said with a nod to the older femme who smiled.

"No problem, my lady," she replied smoothly. "I know it will do everyone good. I regret I cannot join you, I have still composing lessons for my granddaughter's mother."

Her face lit up at the thought of her first grandchild, what a precious child she was. So beautiful and eager to be in the air, she would be a perfect princess as she grew. Windblade simply needed to ensure all of her influences were proper, positive ones and that meant taming Darklight as soon as possible. First, she would need to deal with that foul language of hers and then move onto proper conduct.

"What a lovely suggestion, my dear," her mate complimented.

"Thank you," she said, giving him a loving smile. "They needed a non violent activity to wind down and a reward to look forward to."

"Indeed," he agreed, his mate was always so clever. "But how will you manage with Darklight? She seems rather...well, spirited."

"You know my dear that I always enjoy a good challenge," The queen said sparring one last glance at the sleeping child in that blue mech's arms.

For a moment she wondered how can she sleep with all that noise. But then again he was Soundwave, maybe he was keeping her like that.

He was definitely a caring sire.

Lady Windblade sighed. She hopes someday her son would be like him, so far Starscream is more interested in teasing his sister than his sparkling or mate.

...

"So, ALL the Decepticon femmes were there to get a piece from that fragger and I wasn't there?" Exclaimed Slipstream with her hands on her hips and wings risen up in annoyance.

"Aparently it was your sire's idea." Hound informed her and Mirage.

She scowled.

Indeed sounded like one of her sire's plans. Sometimes she envied his intelligence. He was capable to see more than others, far from the future to take action.

That is how he had her and Mirage in this current situation and he was still waiting she stops it... Actually was sure she would.

"Looks like he defended your honour." Mirage offered.

"Is my dad for you." She mused.

Her fiancée tilted his head to the side just as Hound.

"What? You didn't wanted it?" Asked the noble mech.

"Is not that... Is... I feel he's planning something but I can't see it," The seeker femme said.

"You sound paranoid, maybe is nothing," Hound offered, however she remained the same.

The friends shared a worried look.

...

Days later Ivory was transported to the Autobot base in a pod; along with her came Blackarachnia.

"I've been looking after her and looking the cause of her coma, but so far couldn't find it, can't find the wire he cut off," Said the spider former to the Autobot CMO.

"Maybe the problem is somewhere else, if what you reported is true, the abuse she suffered at Megatron's hands was enough to kill anyone but her. She was definitely strong," Said Ratchet.

"Indeed she was, but I've checked her spark too and she's okay down there," Offered Blackarachnia.

"So you're suggesting she's like this because she wants to?"

"Yeah, I believe so; she's like this because she hadn't found a reason to return to this realm," Blackarachnia said to the thoughtful medic.

"I see," he murmured. "Well, then we'll have to create as safe an environment as possible for her. If we're lucky, simply being away from the Nemesis and by extension, Megatron will help her and she may improve."

The femme shrugged, she'd done all she could. All they could really do was try.

Ratchet knew there was a good chance they could never bring her out of the state she was in but he was also sure they had a better chance of doing so here. Ivory would be away from the prison she'd been abused in, she'd now be surrounded by mostly blue optic bots which should make her feel more comfortable and perhaps best of all, she'd be near her granddaughter.

Gently touching Ivory's limp hand, Ratchet said gently. "Lady Ivory, I am the Autobot Head Medic Ratchet and I will be taking over your care. You are in the Autobot base on Earth and you are safe here."

There was no response, he hadn't been expecting anything but he felt that if she contained any sort of awareness, she needed to know what was going on. He could see that Hook and Blackarachnia had taken care of Ivory but he still assessed everything she would need while comatose.

"Ma'am, would you like me to escort you to the femme quarters?" First Aid asked the techno-organic femme politely.

"Eh, I guess," she said with a shrug before pausing and asking. "Hang on, are there sparklings there?"

"Well, Chromia and Firestar both have sparklings," he said hesitantly as her face twisted in disgust. "But there's no reason you need to interact with them if you don't want to. It's a very relaxing space."

"Are they creepy things that crawl all over the place?" she demanded, rather ironically.

"No," he said, not sure what she was meaning. "Dynamite was premature and is still gaining mobility and I would not describe Taser as a sparkling who is always crawling all over the place."

"Hmm," she muttered, considering. "Alright, I'll give it a shot but don't let those...things near me."

"We will do our best," the younger Medic assured her, leading her away.

Ratchet snorted slightly to himself, at least there was little chance of her getting knocked up. He still dreaded the sudden burst of sparklings that was bound to happen. He really hoped this war was going to end permanently so they could start working on some infrastructure. If the population at large was going to start reproducing, they needed to have proper facilities available for the new generation such as schools, proper hospitals, shops...he stopped and shook his head. He was getting way ahead of himself, he had a patient to take care of.

"Grandma!"

Of course, he should have expected this.

"Hello Arcee," he greeted as the young femme who had rushed over to her grandmother.

"How is she, will she be okay?" she asked urgently, resting her head against Ivory's chest.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I will do all I can for her. It would help if you could be here for her, give her a good reason for waking up."

She stared at him, she knew Ivory had not been doing well but she'd no idea how serious this was. Guilt stabbed at her spark, she should have been trying to rescue her grandmother, not messing around with Thundercracker. How could Megatron have hurt her so badly? She'd carried his own daughter and meant no one any harm. Now she wished she'd hit him harder.

"I'll do anything to have her back," she promised. "Grandma, I know I failed you but I promise I'll be here for you. I've got so much to tell you, you won't believe what's been happening."

"Arcee," Ratchet said gently. "Would you like to help bathe her, you can talk to her as you do so."

"Yes, I can do that," she said eagerly and he showed her how to prepare some warm water with very gentle cleaning solution. Then with a sponge, to carefully rub her down and lift up parts of her body so her underside could be cleaned. Thankfully, Arcee did everything she was told and showed great care. While she did this, she talked about her fiancée.

"You remember TC...Thundercracker, don't you grandma?" she asked conversationally. "We're going to bond, his creators are here and everything. I don't know if you've met them, they are nobles like you. They seem quite nice, I think we'll get on. But I'm not the only one getting bonded, Mirage..."

"She's doing well," Optimus said proudly as he watched next to Ratchet in the doorway.

"She is," the medic agreed with a smile. "I hope it will bring about a change."

"What are her chances of recovery?" Optimus questioned and Ratchet paused.

"Ivory cannot remain like this forever," he said gently. "If she cannot awaken then the best we can hope for is that she is able to pass away peacefully."

"I see," Optimus said grimly. He knew what Ratchet meant, the old femme deserved peace, existing in limbo was not a good thing.

"It's still early days yet," Ratchet offered. "I'll keep taking readings, see if being here and with Arcee is having an effect."

"Thank you," his leader said gratefully. He truly hoped Ivory would be revived.

...

"Now dear, we shall begin your lessons," Windblade said calmly to a heavily frowning Darklight.

Starscream had managed to convince her to come to the Ark for lessons but she'd only done it if he stopped being such an aft about their daughter playing with the Mech sparklings. Right now, that's where Falere was, having a great time with Taser and Dynamite, watched over by her doting grandfather. Unfortunately, this meant she had to deal with a femme she highly disliked.

Why had she agreed to this, it would never work. Starscream had already warned her his mother wouldn't hesitate to punish her if she acted out and didn't work hard, that did not sit well with her. It didn't help that she really wanted to give the older femme a good punch to the face for the beating she'd previously received.

And a few minutes later that is exactly what she tried after Windblade wasn't happy with her poses on the chair.

"Its just a fragging chair! You just sit your aft in it!"

"Its more than that," Said the Winglady before dodging another punch from the irate femme. "Its what presents you in front of others, what tells them you won't stuck yourself with energon in the middle of dinner and won't wet them with your fork."

"Fork! FORK! I'm sick of the slagging fork! Why can't I use my hands!?" The youngest tried to beat the eldest again... Only for her to dodge.

"That way you'll keep your hands clean," Answered the lady before carefully sipping more from her jasmine tea.

She loved all the perfumes humans produced, it made the best tea and energon.

"Fight like a mech! Come on bitch! Dare to fight me! Why in the pit do I need to keep my hands clean?! I can suck on my fingers!"

That stopped the queen from dodging and caught her fist easily as it was nothing.

Darklight was shocked at the old femme's strength.

"Fine, then we stop here," She said softly causing the younger to stare. "Here we'll have a tea party and everyone will be there; I hope my granddaughter mother to assist as well."

And with that the queen left still sipping delicately from her porcelain cup.

If Starscream's mate refused to learn by the good method, she'll use another one... Maybe Darklight would learn if she humiliates herself in front of others.

And that is exactly what happened as even Falere was using a little fork delicately while picking little pieces from the soft cake her grandsire offered.

There were Slipstream and Mirage with worried faces as the mate of the young Winglord even burped.

Starscream worked hard to not groan and facepalm.

If Darklight wasn't Steamfire's friend she would have giggled and mocked her brother, however she looked embarrassed by her as the grounder femme seemed unable to control even the sounds of her munching.

Skyfire did his best to ignore the grounder femme's mis-education but sometimes failed as his wings twitched when she made an obscene sound with her insides.

Slipstream's creators, Mirage's and Thundercracker's were frowning heavily at her, not even dissimulating their discomfort.

Arcee, Thundercracker, the Prime, Elita one and Echo stared in worry at her as if she was about to make something explode soon.

Soundwave was happily rocking back and forth his sleeping daughter, ignoring the rude femme.

Noticing all -or almost all- the stares were on her, Darklight looked up from her plate full of cake and stuffed full her mouth with it. "What? Its sweet and good!" She barely said with her mouth full of chewed cake.

It sounded more like: -whut? Ss swit nd gud!-

Mirage's mother groaned, placed down her porcelain cup and excused herself, her mate excusing himself as well.

The noble seekers frowned harder. The only calmed one was the Winglady who acted as if nothing happened.

"Nephew, I know you care for your... Sharkticon, but please, the table is not a place for pets!" Slipstream's sire couldn't help but call Darklight an animal.

Darklight wasn't stupid at all and understood. "Who're you call sharkticon? you cyberat!"

Now Starscream groaned and facepalmed.

Slipstream's sire's optics brightened recognizing a verbal fight when he hear it.. And his daughter saw it before looking at Darklight in worry.

She would miss Windblade's fists once she hears her sire.

The seeker princess sipped more and more from her tea. Mirage noticed this and asked her: "What is going on?"

"Prepare to meet my sire..." Was all she said before sipping more from her tea. The spy looked in worry at the grounder femme as his sire in-law to-be practically smirked at her evilly.

"Commander Soundwave?" Said softly the seeker queen causing the mech in question to stare. "Do me a favour please."

"Yes?" He asked.

"Calm my Falere please, like you do to Aoide," She asked and he nodded noticing why she asked that.

Then he looked at the little femmling and seconds later she fell limp in her grandsire's arms sleeping soundly.

Just in time as the Winglord's brother insulted back his nephew's mate with a choice of... elegant but harsh words...

"What did you call me, aft fragger?!" Darklight barked this time causing poor Skyfire to cough with his tea. Steamfire petting his back.

"Oh dear..." This time even Mirage saw the shinning in the old seeker mech's optics. He too decided to drink more tea.

A war started, and Starscream had no idea if to cover his audios, his optics or his mouth. His uncle was a master with words and there was no way he could win... Nor her. Besides, he was right, she acted like a sharkticon.

He wasn't Winglord because he was happier like this, because with his intelligence he could have been.

"And now you're deaf? Well, that's not a surprise considering how you devour your fuel, some must have gotten stuck in your audios by all the leftovers you spit in every direction," Said the noble seeker causing his noble counterparts to nod and scowl at her.

Lady Windblade continued with her tea calmly as if watching a movie; and indeed she was as she had Blaster and Red Alert record the episode from the control room.

Later she planned to show the femme her behaviour. If that didn't worked in making her change, nothing would.

"How dare you!" She tossed at him her porcelain cup aiming at his head, but he caught it fast as a ninja.

"Typical from an un- volved creature, you even lack aim," He hissed.

Optimus, Elita and Echo watched as if this was about to explode, but somehow felt they couldn't intervene.

"Really, dodge this then," she snapped back, throwing a plate at him which he easily caught as well. However, she'd instantly thrown a nice slice of cake at him to while he'd been distracted with catching the plate and even though he used the plate was a shield, the soft food splattered everywhere, including some on him.

His optics blazed furiously even as she looked triumphant at scoring a hit on the noble Seeker.

"Oh no," Elita groaned very quietly, she didn't want the young femme to be hurt or humiliated but she could see Darklight was not making an effort. Maybe she was not deliberately trying to annoy everyone so much but Elita knew Darklight could have done better. Her eating habits in the Nemesis had not been a problem, no one expected them to act like dainty ladies and sometimes their meals were rushed but she couldn't continue like this. She did feel that Starscream could have helped her much earlier, instead of allowing her to continue acting as she had always done, a scavenger brought up on Cybertron's streets.

But now the responsibility was not entirely on the proud Seeker, Darklight herself had to be willing to drop bad habits and learn new ones.

"That's it you little street rat," Slipstream's father snarled, throwing his chair aside and marching towards Darklight. "I'll teach you some manners."

"Get away from me," she squealed, backing away from him and putting others between her and the enraged Seeker.

"Come back here," he barked, striding faster to catch her but she had no intention of doing so.

"Can't we do something?" Arcee whispered to Thundercracker who shook his head.

"He won't let anyone interfere," he sighed. "If she wants to be Starscream mate, she needs to learn to fit in."

She considered his words before asking. "If I'm going to be your mate, how much of a lady do I need to become?"

The handsome blue Seeker blinked, he actually hadn't given it much thought. Flyers, especially noble flyers, had different customs to grounders, that alone was going to cause some issues. Add to that Arcee's complicated heritage and he was suddenly aware of the fact they really needed to discuss a few things.

"I'm not sure," he confessed before quickly saying. "You already are a lady."

She smiled as Darklight dived under the table to escape her pursuer.

"Not like your mother, Slipstream and lady Windblade are," she said without embarrassment. "Next to them, I'm pretty rough."

"You've grown up in a war torn world," Thundercracker argued back. "Of course you haven't been able to have the sort of education they had, your creators had to use resources for more important things. And you're still young..."

He winced as he remembered that he shouldn't be bonding to such a young femme, this was one reason for it. She took his hand and squeezed it.

"Love you," she whispered and he smiled back at her. He didn't care if she wasn't as 'perfect' as some snooty bots would demand, she was his Arcee and that's all that mattered.

"Love you back," he murmured, as a shrieking Darklight was dragged out by an ankle.

Thundercracker winced in sympathy, he already knew that Slipstream's sire had a very hard hand.

...

"Happy now?" Darklight spat tearfully from her corner as Windblade entered the room she was hiding in. "Bet you loved that."

"I took no pleasure in seeing you make a fool of yourself," the lady Seeker said briskly, moving over to her. "My only aim is to see that my granddaughter has the very best. And that means ensuring her creators are up to scratch."

"You mean me," the younger femme said bitterly, rubbing her aft miserably.

"I mean 'both' creators," Windblade corrected. "My son has some work to do, he has been far too caught up in this war and trying to gain total control of the planet, he needs to settle down and think about his inheritance. That is what matters now."

Darklight sniffed loudly and wiped nosily at her face, making Windblade's expression twist slightly. Really, the sooner Darklight submitted, the better.

"Were you aware of your behaviour during the tea party?" Windblade questioned, coming closer.

The younger femme just made a grumbling noise, apparently too wrapped up in her own misery. Windblade sighed before coming even closer.

"You need to learn to pick your battles better," she stated. "I heard you sometimes picked fights with the Autobots femmes when you were all prisoners."

"So what, we sorted that out," Darklight shot back.

"Not on your own," was Windblade's response. "You need to start taking responsibility for yourself. I can help you achieve that if you stop acting like some wild creature."

Darklight didn't answer her.

"Shall I show you the film of that party?" Starscream's mother asked lightly.

"No, I don't want to see it so you can gloat," snarled the unhappy femme.

"Its not for me to gloat," The queen said before taking from subspace a cubic devise. "But for you to watch this bot, this young lady's act."

Said young lady grumbled and just as noisily cleaned her nose.

Windblade only activated the device, causing a hologram to appear and show them the events from that day...

For a moment Darklight was unamused, then the grandmother of her daughter spoke: "Observe her, observe the others, observe how they behave; observe how SHE behaves."

Darklight did so and sometimes chuckled.

But then noticed the others were not laughing, actually acted as if they were making great efforts to stand her bad behaviour, even Slipstream and Streamfire who seemed like her supporters... They were looking at her in worry, as if she ashamed them.

On the other side was The Prime and his family, looking more in worry than shame at her, as if wondering when would any of the nobles would say something about her.

The poor calm shuttle... Even he looked like disturbed... Even when he tried to ignore her to no use. His wings told her.

Starscream looked like he wished earth to swallow him.

The other nobles wished earth to swallow her.

She continued watching in silence...

"You have to know that your rights end when the others' start, your behaviour was more than just inappropriate, it was annoying as if you were making it on purpose; watch carefully and you'll see everyone there tried to accept you, but you hadn't even made the effort for them to like you and actually acted as if you didn't wanted to be accepted."

Darklight only watched the film with wide optics as the queen explained.

"If we didn't wanted to accept you, we would have let you go. That simple," She kept to herself the -we would have locked you away-

"But I'm not cruel to force my sweet grandchild to be an orphan just because her mother refuses to fit in. I know you can, you're smart, a survivor, you can modify your behaviour, for her, for you... For the mech you love. You don't have to fear rejection unless you made a fool of yourself again. Allow yourself to learn new things."

The younger femme watched now how she'd thrown Slipstream's sire the slice of cake and his irate optics... Even then he chased her to spank her and show her manners instead of rejecting her like Mirage's creators did.

Now she can see that.

She cried again and fell to her knees with her face on her hands.

Now she saw none of them rejected her, they all worried... Cared about her... Otherwise would have left her there to sink down in her own slag.

"Even if you learn to be a lady, even if we polish you to perfection, there still will be people who will reject you, no one was made to like everyone, not even myself or the Prime," Windblade continued to the crying femme.

Finally she understood she did that to herself, not to the others.

"If you allow me, I'll teach you how to act strong in front of others without throwing them things... And especially without bad mouthing them."

Darklight hadn't answered her, so she placed down the cubic devise next her and walked away, giving her space to process everything.

...

"I could feel his hands on my aft as he spanked her... That's odd," Mirage said rubbing his own rear when he remembered this day's events with Darklight.

"Yeah, that's my sire... He has a pretty heavy and noisy hand so everyone around would feel the other's misery," Answered his mate to-be.

"If what you said is true and he spanked her bare aft... Then she might not sit for a while. I thought he wanted her to learn to sit," Said Hound, their visitor.

"That's my aunt, not him., Said the princess before hearing the door unlocked and then open...

...her sire entering afterwards and he seemed in a bad mood.

They all froze.

However he only passed the royal couple one cube of energon for each, then left.

Slipstream continued as frozen as a statue, both mechs however were shivering in fear.

"Your sire creeps me out," Hound couldn't help but say.

"He's not happy I'm not bonding a flier prince... Especially as he knows Mirage doesn't loves me and that I'm forcing him to be mine," She added lowly trying to hide her misery. "He'll try everything to separate us... But if I let him go now..."

She trailed off feeling worst by the second.

She wasn't sure what was worst: that Mirage might never love her, that she's forcing him or that her sire practically hates him for compelling his daughter.

Mirage took her hand softly, and when she looked up there he was smiling at her lovingly.

"Love is built between the couple, so far you've shown me you're not a monster. What you had for me was lust, I can see that, I can love you now..."

She lowered her head and drunk her energon.

She still felt she was forcing him.

As if reading her thoughts he said: "No, you're not forcing me, it is me giving you a chance. It is true I've never thought about bonding with war and everything happening but..." He trailed off.

"...I believe the others are right... Were always right about you," His tone somehow changed.

She looked up at his beautiful optics in surprise... Then noticed something missing.

"Where's Hound?"

"He left..." Her mech whispered as soft as a breeze before touching her chin with the back of his hand.

She noticed the gesture and moved back. "What're you doing?"

"I feel you... My beautiful bird..." His hands now were on her waist and tight. Lustful optics now explored her frame.

"Mirage...?"

"Hush..." He learned forwards to kiss her as she shook in terror. "I need you... Now...!"

Before she can react he had her pinned on their little berth and kissed her roughly.

"N-no! Mirage! Stop! You... You're hurting me!" She now cried trying to force herself away from him to no use, he was just too strong!

"I believe this to be a problem..." He purred with such evil tone that had her shaking to the bones... It reminded her...

... Megatron!

"No! No Mirage! Please stop!" Now she cried as he grabbed her chastity belt and with a strength she didn't know he possessed, ripped it off easily... Closely followed by his.

"Now you're all mine..." He chuckled going at her codpiece.

"No! No! Don't do this to me! No Mirage... I love you... please!"

Her pleas fell to deaf audios as he ripped off her cover and nudged something hot and hard against her dry entrance.

"Then you'll love this..."

She shrieked in pain as he thrust hard, entering her by force... Then immediately after, he thrust over and over again ignoring her displeasure and suffering completely.

"No! Stop! Aah! Stop! *sob* stop! Please!"

She couldn't fight him, only allow him to take his pleasure and finish, feeling how his thick, long and hard spike speared her delicate insides.

"Slipstream..." He groaned in bliss before biting her neck hard. "My bird... MY Slipstream!" He bit her again.

She cried.

"Slipstream..."

She thrashed against his hold.

"Slipstream...!"

She moved her head to the side as he tried to reclaim her lips, so he bit her neck instead.

"Slipstream! Wake up!"

She onlined back her watered optics only to find her attacker still on top of her... Both bared without the belts.

She screamed and pushed him away making him fall from the berth and her falling from the other side as well.

"What happened? You had a nightmare? It was him?" Asked her worried mate to-be.

"Stay away from me!" She shrieked crawling like a spider towards the closest corner and shook and cried.

"S-slips... It was... A nightmare... Please tell me what it was about? Talk to me," He tried to go after her but she only shied from him.

He understood she may need her space, so sighed in defeat.

It was then when he noticed a strange freshness he hadn't felt in a long while... Between his legs.

"Oh for Primus' sake! Where is my... And the belts?! How did they come off?!" He exclaimed.

He took his head in his hands looking around for his covers...

...when Slipstream suddenly looked up...then looked again... Then again better.

Mirage seemed now more worried in his covers than in notice his fiancée was staring what lay between his legs with wide optics.

Finally, he noticed her and hurried to cover himself with his hands. "Uhh..." He flushed and looked around more embarrassed than ever.

But then, she crawled fast towards him and took him by the arms, trying to pry off his hands from his... Friend.

"Uh... S-slipstr-!"

"Let me see!" She shrieked so loud that said covering hands backed off revealing...

He looked up and away from her flushing madly. "Y-you were going to dis- discover it in our b-bonding night," He stuttered.

He shook when felt delicate fingers touching him softly... Which for his ever growing shame, caused him a quick erection.

"A-ah... S-sorry... B-bit se-sss-sensitive down there..."

But she only explored as if seeing him for the first time.

Slipstream looked up at her embarrassed fiancée as she lay on her knees in front of his perfectly crafted spike... Only inches from taking it in her mouth and he wasn't making any suggestion.

Then it hit her...

It was a nightmare.

But why with her Mirage?

"Did I fall asleep?" She finally asked and he nodded.

"Y-yeah... We... We thought you were tired so Hound left and then I've followed you like we always do... Then you started crying and thrashing and I thought you were having a flashback with Megatron and-"

He stopped to wince as his erection suddenly grow and swelled in her hand.

"How did you remove our belts?"

"I didn't! I swear! I thought only your sire had the key.. But they must be so old that they should have come off by themselves."

She frowned.

It was right, they were old, but never, NEVER failed.

Again her thoughts were for her sire.

Her hand suddenly felt warm as if something liquid ran through it.

Mirage winced again as pre-cum escaped his fat spike.

When she took him in hands he was flat... Besides, the Mirage that raped her had a very different spike than this... This one was beautiful...

"Oh!" He cried as she'd taken him in her mouth. "Ssss-slipstr- y-you don't need to... Ahh!"

Slipstream moaned and suckled his head before licking down on the sensors on the back.

He was just so sweet!

And those mods he had, it rattled and caressed her glossia as she sucked him again.

"A-ah aaah!" Cried her mech stepping back and falling onto the berth making him fall also at her mercy.

Her valve also lubed and her external node demanded attention as well... So she moaned and groaned when working him to overload.

The spike throbbed and suddenly exploded in her mouth. Slipstream swallowed every sweet drop of his warm seed greedily until he laid down panting and it deflated again.

"Ooh Primus..." He groaned in bliss.

A stupid-happy smile on his beautiful face.

She then crawled on top of him and smiled down at him. "Better?"

He could only nod before she kissed him...

...their first kiss, tainted with the taste of himself.

Mirage groaned and couldn't help but touch her... Her soft aft and her delicate sensitive nub.

The femme gasped in the kiss as he did this giving him the opportunity to roll them and have him on top.

"My turn to return the favour..." He purred spreading her legs and went down to kiss and suckle on her swollen nub and valve lips.

"Ah! Mirage!" She cried before he stabbed her with his glossia.

She tried to ride his face but wasn't enough... And he knew it... So, pushed a finger in."

She moaned in delight causing him to smirk. He had to credit the others, she is indeed beautiful, and having her like this... Made him hard again to his shock.

As if noticing his dilemma, she pulled him towards her and kissed him. "Take me now..."

"But... But Ratchet... S-said..."

"I feel much better... Take me. We're going to bond any ways."

He hesitated but then she took hold of his modded mechood and all coherent thought left him...

Slipstream removed her upper armour revealing her soft and sensitive protoform beneath...

...that was it for the now compelled Mirage who positioned his spike against her soft entrance and gently pushed in.

Both groaned at the intense feelings and her wings rattled in bliss as her valve stretched to receive his sweet invasion.

She was so wet that she was dripping which made his penetration easier, even if she was tight, even if she was half scared, half angered by the nightmare she was sure her sire caused in her when drugging her...

Nothing could destroy this blissful moment.

They kissed passionately when he reached bottom and allowed her dripping valve to adjust to his presence, then she tried to move... Only for him to not let her and touched her instead.

"Mirage... Move!" She pleaded trying to roll her hips but making not much difference...

Now she understood Arcee, the seeker princess thought almost bitterly.

"No my love... We'll go slow... You're still recovering," he smirked down at her.

Slipstream gasped... He was just so beautiful... Unlike his nightmare self... He almost... Glows!

She groaned when he finally gave a small thrust. "More...oh more! Mirage..."

"Patience," he said softly, knowing this was hard for her but they could not go at it hard. Very gently, he gave another small thrust that made her moan and cling to him needily. She cursed her still healing valve, she wanted him to go at a proper pace, not the one he was doing. His spike felt so amazing, she wanted to appreciate it properly.

But he had discipline and he would rather she was a little frustrated but still experienced pleasure than any pain. So he set a firm pace that was gentle and slow making her gasp and squirm.

"You're mean," she pouted, he still wasn't going fast enough for her liking.

"No, I'm Mirage," he teased and she rolled her optics at the poor joke but did smile.

"That was terrible," she declared before moaning as his wonderful spike hit some delicate nodes.

"I never said I was good at jokes," he chuckled. "You'll have to be the funny one."

"Looks like it," she smiled. This was definitely not the Mech from her nightmares, that one had been creepy and far too much like Megatron, not this loving, slightly goofy bot above her.

He smiled down at her and she felt her spark light up. Mirage was so handsome when he was happy, she never wanted to lose that spark she beheld in his optics. She leaned up and kissed him, he returned it with passion which in turn heated her up even more.

"Ooh!" she gasped when they broke apart. "That's good."

"There's more," he whispered, nuzzling her neck and gently grazing it.

She arched at the sensations it caused, he really knew what he was doing. This was the kind of love making she'd dreamed about having with her future mate, she could barely believe it was coming true.

"I love you," she whispered and he kissed her audio and then her cheek.

"I know love," he whispered back. "You're an amazing femme."

"Thank you," she said, a little disappointed he couldn't say 'I love you' yet but it was a start. She couldn't let anything spoil their time together.

"More," she demanded, clutching his neck. "I need...more!"

He thrust into her a little harder but was still maintaining control. It wasn't easy, he desired so much to go at a faster pace but he couldn't keep the image of her crying fully out of his mind. If he overdid it, then she'd be badly hurt and he couldn't bare to start their bonded life like that. So he strove to build up pleasure for her until she shrieked in overload.

"Ooh, that was good," she panted as he pulled out and collapsed by her side.

"T-thanks," he gasped, that had been hard but very rewarding work.

"Where did you learn all that?" she couldn't help but ask.

"My creators...uh...insisted I take lessons on...love making," he mumbled, a little embarrassed.

"And that a lovely spike?" she asked, giggling a little on the idea of lessons. "All those jewels encrusting it..."

He sighed and said. "Again, my creators thought it would make me a more attractive prospect. I always tried to hide it from the others in the communal showers."

"I think it was a good choice," she said, snuggling up to him. "It helped me see you."

"See me?" he asked with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"That nightmare I had earlier," she said softly. "It wasn't about Megatron, it was about...you. Hurting me and being cruel."

His optics widened at her and he gaped so she quickly said.

"But that Mirage had an ugly, plain spike, nothing like what you have. I never saw it before so my mind couldn't conjure anything but an ordinary one. It helped me realise that you hadn't done anything, even though our belts and panels were gone."

"I...I don't understand," he said, sounding a little distressed.

"Someone gave me poisoned energon and I have a good idea who," she stated grimly. "He will pay."

"Who?" he asked, his mind struggling to come up with a suspect. "Surely not Megatron?"

"No, that's not his style," she said, shaking her head. "I think it was my sire...trying to get me to cancel our engagement once and for all."

"What?!" He exclaimed in shock. "But... But... What kind of father does that to his own creation? I mean... Poisoning you?"

"And to make it believable, the nightmare I mean, he took off our belts and covers, your energon must have been poisoned too so you wouldn't wake up when he touched us when we slept," She said with a scowl.

Mirage was petrified with all the information he was processing.

"What kind of mech is he?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Imagine a... Prowl, then a Jazz and a Soundwave all together. The only thing he's not, is a leader, but his intelligence is to fear."

Mirage shivered at the idea of all those processors together being used for... For whatever their owner wished!

"And... And... He's not Winglord, why?" Again he asked.

"Because he's not a leader, he's incredibly intelligent, but considers himself unable to make big masses of bots to follow him for a cause. Besides he's happy where he is and is loyal to my uncle and aunt." Said the femme snuggling him while admiring -again- his bejewelled spike.

"Ah..." Said Mirage. "He hates me. Why? He was so happy in the beginning when he knew his daughter was about to bond, then he just... Changed."

"He thinks you would never love me and that I'm forcing you... Which was true in the beginning but now... I hope you're giving me a chance."

He heard her and allowed her to continue.

"He want me to bond a seeker prince, he was okay with you when he believed our feelings were mutual, but now that he knows they aren't, he just wishes you to leave me alone... I'm sorry... Again."

She stopped playing with the spike and sobbed against his shoulder.

Mirage decided to keep his words to himself and kissed her forehead instead and hugged her.

He knew the elder seeker had his reasons, he would do practically everything to save his creation from an unwanted bond.

He was being forced by his creators, true, but then he met her... And now made love to her...

It was impossible to not understand the other mechs now... She was perfect for him... For anyone she laid optics on.

He stared. Was he falling for her?

Maybe.

Her wings rattled as she sobbed and he couldn't help but caress them softly, calming her somehow. That made his spark swell for her.

Perhaps he was never interested in bonding before, but now she has his interest, besides, he was practically modified and educated to please his partner... And loved to see her cry... But in pleasure.

And now he couldn't bear to see her cry any more, no matter the cause: Megatron, her sire, her doings...

... He pretended to shove all those things from her mind now and for all.

The kiss was soft, but so sweet that her crying stopped as if a switch was pushed; he was on top of her again, kissing her, caressing her chest as if...

Her optics onlined and she looked up at him in shock.

"Open..." again he whispered as soft as a breeze touching the last layer that hid her soul.

As if making his point clear, he opened his own chest and a beautiful, perfect blue light bathed her frame.

Slipstream felt tight between her legs again, but complied and allowed her golden spark to be revealed.

"Beautiful..." He said when saw it, before his own spark reacted and a delicate thread like tentacle made of energy caressed and licked hers'

Both moaned at the sensations before she looked up right in his optics and he nodded: "I'm sure."

She bit down her lip, so he learned down and kissed them until she let go and kissed him back.

Then lowered his torso against her, both sparks meeting eagerly causing their owners to cry in pleasure.

Slipstream gasped and moaned as the energy intensified and went deeper and deeper... Then something was entering his valve again... She received him back with gusto.

The room was filled with their cries and sparks' lights as they made love... And sealed their union in a tight and strong bond.

Author's note. What is the aftermath of Slipstream and Mirage's union? Find out in the next chapter, until then.