Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.

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"Orion... I... I need you..." Gasped the pink femme opening up for him.

"My sweet Ariel..." Purred her mate before suckling on her neck and softly caress her inner tighs causing a delighted moan to escape her throat.

They kissed again and he softly cupped her exposed -and now leaking- valve making her arch and groan in need.

"Orion... Take me now!" She begged, so he took his now hard spike and rubbed it's ridged surface against her delicate entrance and ultra sensitive external node. "Orion!" his mate cried as he teases her.

He spread her beautiful legs wider, nudged the bulbous head of his spike against her lips and-

"Mama, papa, mama, papa!" Entered hurrying their quarters their eager daughter happy as never before... Or at least in the last weeks.

Without doubt her encounter with Thundercracker helped a lot... After that the poor, unconscious seeker was taken by Starscream and Soundwave.

But that wasn't what made their daughter so happy now...

Her parents jumped and screamed as well before hurriedly separating and covering each other with the sheets as their hyperactive daughter jumped their berth and humped it eagerly.

"Look, look, look!" The young femme happily showed them a big, glowing and shiny gem on her finger attached to a golden ring. "TC gave it to me! Isn't it pretty? He said it belonged to his grandma!"

However both her parents were frozen.

"Mama, did you tell papa about TC already?" She started, but then noted something else... "Are you...? What...? What were you doing when I came in?" Her face paled.

"Nothing out of ordinary, sweetspark," Tried her mother.

"Yeah, nothing different from what you do with Thundercracker," Her father started a little bitterly.

The young femme paled further and started hyperventing softly taking note in their state...

Then with a loud screech she jumped away from their berth. "Ewww! How can you do that? That's disgusting!"

Elita rolled her optics.

"Parents don't frag!" She exclaimed with new tremors running through her body.

"Young babies don't frag," Her father retorted smartly. "However... Your mother and I... We were separated for too long..." He started softly climbing up the femme commander again and...

"Eeeee! Nasty! Eww! Disgusting!" Arcee ran away screeching and flushing madly.

Optimus chuckled bit his mate was trying hard to scowl at him.

"What~?" He tried innocently.

"You just traumatised our daughter!" She squeaked hitting on his chest, but he only chuckled and kissed her lips gently.

"Well, she traumatised me, I believe we're even..." He started before lowering himself to kiss her deeply and passionately...

...and this time he entered her making her groan loudly... Her mate was big... And she was without his presence for so long that she was tight, but no less eager.

"Orion... Uhhh!" She tried but he only kissed and caressed her helping her to adjust to his presence again... But she was just so tight that they had to wait...

And as they waited and cuddled...

"Did you see that ring? That gem? Pretty big, isn't it?" She started and he growled. "What did she said about it? That it belonged to his grandmother?"

He only grunted rolling his hips.

"Y-eah...ohh... I- be-believe our baby is in g-ggood hands..." She continued as he gently started thrusting. "Oohh Orion... That feels so goood... Oohh more! More... Yes...!"

He would have done anything to keep her quiet about the fact he just lost their little baby to another mech...

...a mech he was definitely going to fight later... Much later, after overloading his beloved femme several times.

...

Later, back in medbay...

"Ratchet? You think you can... Help me?" Tried Mirage as he got his arm stuck when trying to transform before discovering someone somehow put something, some kind of toy inside him and now he couldn't transform completely...

...and was stuck.

It was obviously a prank, but he was not the kind of mech who takes revenge on idiots as he considers it a waste of time and resources. Some of course disagree with this idea.

"You dumb aft, next time scan yourself for foreign objects before transforming," Grumbled at him the CMO.

The noble only sat and sighed allowing his friend and medic to do his job.

As he looks down onto the floor thinking on his own business when suddenly Nightbird came out from the femmes' room to complain about her itching rear when she devised the handsome mech there... So distracted...So ...Cute!

She gasped and flushed. He's so... Elegant, perfect and seems so sensitive, adorable and...clean! He practically glows!

The Decepticon femme remained there frozen like a statue admiring him... Until another partner of hers came out and had the same reaction, then another and another and another, until the whole load of them were admiring the distracted Autobot noble...

...that included a newly arrived Slipstream.

Her spark beat harder and her processors recognized a noble when her optics see one. Then she noticed her friends and she smirked and shook her head.

They are out and very much away from this mech's leagues.

It was normal they all feel so attracted to someone like him, nobles are always so charming... And Slipstream found herself walking towards him after Ratchet removed the toy and he could finally transform completely.

A collective feminine gasp was heard after that, and it was then when the poor -once distracted- Mirage noticed his audience. Even Ratchet lifted an optic ridge at that.

"If I was you kid, I would run... Fast... And go invisible for a while."

"Why? What is going on? It seems they were only waiting for their turn," The clueless noble said softly causing the femmes to gasp and giggle at his voice, and for Ratchet to facepalm himself.

"Just go, kid."

"Okay..." He started looking warily at the Decepticon femmes when he suddenly came to a stop feeling someone on his way...

...another Decepticon femme, a seeker one with an impendent aura.

"Ma-am," He tried watching her smirk at him.

"Well hello there... Why hadn't I saw you before?" She started showing herself up and rising up her wings in display as a peacock would for him.

"I..." The now stuttering noble tried...

...but then another femme was pushing this one away and...

"Hey, leave him you bitch! I've saw him first!"

"Ohhh sweetie, you're well away from his leagues," Slipstream answered moving her finger and her body in a mocking way to the other...

...which only fuelled her anger.

"I, on the contrary, am not... Unlike all of you," Slipstream continued.

"Uh..." Mirage tried finally understanding where this all was going and why Ratchet so subtly warned him to run.

"Well, he would never choose a whore like you," Said Nightbird.

"Who you call whore? Whore!" Bit back the seeker femme.

And not knowing how and when all Decepticon femmes were fighting and screeching and scratching each other... And everything was because one mech...

...the mech who suddenly made himself invisible and ran away from the battlefield that was the medbay now.

"Enough! Stop this nonsense!" Ratchet tried to separate them along with First Aid and Swoop to no use.

"How did this happened? I thought they hated mechs!" Tried First Aid while nursing his nose as he received a punch from the femme he tried to separate from another femme.

"He's not just a mech! He's THE perfect mech to their optics! And will fight for him! Stop this now!" Tried again to no use Ratchet.

"Yeah, but why? Why him?" Tried again his assistant.

"I don't fragging know!"

"Poor 'raj," Was all Swoop could say holding two femmes that thrashed madly in his arms.

"Stop this now! He's gone! You all scared him away!" Ratchet finally roared and they all froze... Only to resume their fighting because each other blamed the other because he left.

Ratchet groaned, resisting the urge to facepalm. Sometimes, he wondered if this organic planet's living organisms which seemed to be constantly reproducing had had some sort of unexpected effects on the bots and cons living here. He looked at the femmes he'd been caring for the last while and it was clear that the three medics would not be able to break things up quickly.

Which called for drastic measures.

"Aid, Swoop, Code 784," he said grimly and they stared for a moment before obeying, turning off their audio receptors while he activated the emergency procedure.

A shrieking wail echoed throughout the med bay, causing the fighting femmes to cry and clutch at their audios, dropping to their knees and writhing. Ratchet waited a moment to make sure they were suitably disabled before he allowed it to turn off. The femmes cries lasted a bit longer until they realised the alarm had been turned off and those cries turned into moans.

"Now you lot listen here," he said sternly, pointing a finger right at them, waiting a moment since he knew their audios would be ringing.

"Have you any idea what we've put into putting the lot of you back together?" he demanded. "I am not letting you ruin all of our good works because you've decided to act like sharkticons fighting over a scrap of fuel. Our supplies are low enough without lowering them even more just to patch up your bitch fight."

The human term felt satisfying and he glared at the femmes who looked rather shameful at their display.

"You are still healing," the medic continued. "And just what did all of this accomplish? Mirage is long gone by now and believe me, that little display of yours is going to keep him from coming back for a very long time."

He really had to stop himself from rolling his optics at their upset faces, typical that they'd be worried about his reaction.

"And let tell you something else," he continued. "I am not allowing the pack of you trying to hunt him down. Even if he was interested in being courted, the whole lot of you can't have him. So I'd dismiss whatever ridiculous notion you have of claiming him for yours because it's unobtainable."

Giving them another glare, he barked out. "Understand?"

They nodded, they were too disorientated to do anything further. He sighed heavily before saying. "Your care is very important to me but if you can't be with each other, then we'll have to make other arrangements. And they probably won't be as comfortable as you currently are now. So with that in mind, back to your places so we can treat you."

Shakily, they obeyed although some required a bit of help getting back to their berths. Swoop and First Aid hurried to their sides, intent on treating the minor injuries they had incurred during their little spat. Ratchet sighed heavily, he doubted this was the end of it. The best he could hope for was that his lecture had made enough of an impression on some of the femmes to stop them all from going after Mirage.

Because without a doubt, that was going to happen.

...

"I can't believe it," Skyfire murmured as he stood next to a ruined building. "After all this time..."

He and Streamfire had finally made it to Cybertron and landed safely. So far, nothing had tried to bother them and Skyfire wondered if it was because they were lucky or because they weren't deemed a threat. It was hard to tell, especially when he had no first-hand experience of this Cybertron, which was so different from how he remembered it. He almost stumbled in the grief that threatened to overwhelm him, everything was so different, so destroyed. The last time he'd been here, it was a thriving planet, it was a shock to the systems to see it so drastically changed. He wasn't so sure what was worse, to see it alive one moment and then dead the next or witnessing it slowly die.

"You okay?" Streamfire asked with concern and he forced himself to get it together.

"I...I will be," he said shakily. "We must find the femme base, they will desperately need the energon."

She nodded, this was highly likely to be true.

"Let's get our bearings and head there," she stated, they had landed in the safest place they could find and now had to make their way to Alpha Trion's last location. They were going there because Elita had predicted that the femmes would have moved their base and thus, their best chance of finding them was finding Alpha Trion. They could only hope he had remained there, Elita was confident that he had but if that failed, she had given them possible locations to try.

Skyfire nodded, this was no time to stew in unhappy thoughts.

"Give me a moment," he requested and she nodded, he was much more experienced than her when it came to navigation.

"There," he pointed after some breems reviewing the data. "It's some distance so we'd better be careful."

"Okay," she said, suddenly feeling a little nervous. It had been a little while since she'd last been on Cybertron but that had involved landing in a neutral zone that allowed aid workers to operate there. Being a seeker and related to a Decepticon commander meant she was safer there but now she was in an unknown part of Cybertron. There was a good chance that they could be fired on by either side and it wasn't a nice feeling.

Seeing her distress, Skyfire smiled kindly at her and said. "It's alright, we'll be fine. Just keep an optic out and don't forget you can fly."

This made her laugh, their instructors had always reminded them that no matter how bad the situation, at least they could fly unlike their grounder counterparts.

"I won't forget," she assured him. "Come on, the sooner we get started, the sooner we'll get there."

He grinned back at her and a moment later, activated his thrusters in time with her, causing dust to rise up all around them. And then they took off, shooting straight for their destination.

...

"Hmm, this is interesting," the old Mech with a long beard mused as he watched his monitors.

Two fliers were approaching his location, one of them bearing an Autobot insignia. That one was a large white shuttle, one Alpha Trion did not recognise in the slightest but interestingly, parts of his armour had a pre-war look to them. The smaller and younger looking flier was a Seeker and bore a Decepticon mark but also another denoting her status as an aid worker. He knew that aid workers did officially belong to different sides as it meant they could approach their 'side' when offering or asking for help. All in all, rather an odd pair.

He noted that they were now approaching very cautiously, looking about them as though expecting to be attacked. So they seemed to know that something was in this area, whether or not they knew he was here remained to be seen.

The shuttle suddenly paused, looking around before he started to make a sign, one that Alpha Trion recognised well.

"So you're a friend?" he murmured, hand posed over the control system in case this was some sort of a trap.

The shuttle and seeker ventured in a bit more and once again, the sign was flashed. The old Autobot considered them before pressing a button, sending out a small drone to meet them. He chuckled slightly, watching them start at the sight of the little drone as it suddenly whizzed at them, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hello there," he said, through the drone. "What brings you here?"

"Alpha Trion," the shuttle said eagerly, looking very relieved but also had an urgent air about him. "Elita One sent us to find you."

"Is that so?" Alpha Trion said. "And where is she currently?"

"On a planet named Earth," the shuttle replied. "She is a prisoner of Megatron and his Decepticons but Optimus Prime is also on that planet and may have rescued her by now."

Alpha Trion stared, he had known that Shockwave had been using his space bridge and likely was communicating with Megatron but to have it confirmed that Elita was indeed a prisoner of the grey Mech was sobering. Although if this Mech was telling the truth, at least Optimus Prime was functioning and knew about it.

"So as far as you know, Elita One is being held captive by Megatron?" he asked.

"Yes, we have travelled from Earth through space to get here," the other responded. "The situation could have changed, we were hoping to set up communications between Elita's remaining femmes and the Prime."

Remaining femmes got the old Mech's attention right away.

"What else do I need to know about this Earth?" he asked.

"The femmes Chromia, Firestar, Moonracer, Echo and Arcee were captured by Megatron as well," the shuttle said. "There was also a couple of neutrals captured as well last time we checked. If we could see you, we could talk more at length, we've brought a supply of Energon with us."

"Indeed, fuel would be most welcome," Alpha Trion agreed.

"Elita wanted to make sure her femmes were well fuelled," the shuttle told him. "Earth is a very rich place and all those there have been fuelling well and...I really think we should discuss that in private."

"Very well," Alpha Trion said. "However, I would like to know your names first."

"Skyfire," the shuttle answered while the femme said. "Streamfire."

"Thank you," the old Mech said. "Follow the drone, he will lead you to me."

Mere seconds later a gate opened on the garbage covered ground and both fliers descended on it following the drone.

"I wonder how that old mech managed to get himself all this time alive without anyone bringing him some fuel?" Steamfire asked her boyfriend in a whisper.

The shuttle only shruged."Maybe he had his own reserve?"

"Yeah? Well, that's kind of selfish; him here all cosy and with a stack of energon all for himself while others starve outside?" Questioned the femme.

"Yeah... It can sound selfish but…he's practically trapped here, he can't fight or have an army, he only chose to survive as long as he could," Tried Skyfire as his friend only grunted.

"Yeah? Well, while he was here his own, femmes were captured and made slaves and he did nothing to stop it!"

"He cannot, he's too old and maybe frail... Besides he didn't know until now they were captured," Tried again Skyfire. However it seems impossible to convince this femme now.

As they followed the drone, they didn't know that said little device was broadcasting everything they were talking about...

...and Alpha Trion couldn't help but feel guilt about it.

That seeker is right, no matter how old he is, he shouldn't have stayed there sitting on his aft all day busying himself in his projects while Elita and the others were cruelly enslaved.

He gave a little pray to Primus hoping she was okay and not abused.

Lifting himself up from his chair he went to receive his visitors.

"Welcome..." He started looking at them and particularly at the practically scowling femme. "...to my humble hideout."

Steamfire couldn't help but snort at that and cross her arms.

However Alpha Trion recognized something in her...a certain air of... Royalty.

"You're a seeker princess," He started, but the femme wasn't amused. "And the Winglord's face is yours..." Then looked better at the couple and deduced by himself what was going on there and why she, a Decepticon was hanging around an Autobot shuttle.

They are mates.

He wondered if her Winglord approved.

Skyfire however cleared his voice gaining their attention again and said: "Uh... We need to contact the femmes, sir, can you help us? And so we can deliver their fuel."

"Yes, of course, this way, follow me," The elder started looking warily at the femme. "But as we go there, please do tell me more about this... Planet? How's Optimus and the others? Is Megatron still sane or he finally lost it in his lust for power?"

"Relatively sane I suppose," Skyfire said slowly. "I don't really know him well but I wouldn't say he's lost it, would you Streamfire?"

"I'd agree," she said. "In fact, he's actually demonstrated a bit of...well…compassion I guess."

"Compassion?" Alpha Trion echoed in amazement. "Really?"

"Yeah," she stated. "Most of the femmes have ended up carrying but he allowed Chromia to go to the Autobots since she was sparked up by Ironhide."

"Really?" he said, he had not expected that. "What else?"

"We'll explain once we meet the others," Streamfire said firmly, she didn't want to keep repeating herself.

"Of course," he said, hiding his disappointment. He really wanted all of the news right now but knew this femme wouldn't oblige him. "You would like to see them in person?"

"Yes, we want to deliver the fuel as soon as possible," the stubborn femme agreed with her partner nodding.

"Very well, they are not far away," he said, leading them to an exit. "May I ask how Elita's daughter is doing?"

"Good, Megatron has been treating her like the child she is," Skyfire assured him.

"But if my calculations are correct, she may already have upgraded," mused Alpha Trion. "That could change things."

"Not in the way you think," mumbled Streamfire as Alpha Trion looked at her. What did she mean by that? Unfortunately, he would have to wait to find out that answer.

"The base is not far," Alpha Trion assured them. "After the others were taken, they relocated."

"Optimus is hoping to get in touch with those offplanet," Skyfire said. "We have an abundance of fuel on Earth but there are certain supplies that are hard to come by."

"What kind of a planet is Earth?" the old Mech questioned.

"An organic one with a sentient race," Skyfire replied, looking very engaged. "They are called humans and they are allies of the Autobots."

"Tell me about them," Alpha Trion requested and Skyfire did as asked, talking about them until they reached the femme's new base. Streamfire let them, she wasn't terribly bothered about her boyfriend discussing humans. She had nothing against them, she just didn't think it was a problem for this old hermit to know about them.

Alpha Trion pushed aside some rusting scrap and pressed a button, causing a wall to split and reveal a hidden entrance. It was very dark but the old Mech strode forward with confidence, so the others had to follow. It wasn't a very big entrance so Skyfire was practically bent over and his wings scraped against the ceiling.

"Are you alright?" Streamfire asked with concern.

"I'll be fine, keep going," he encouraged, although he hoped wherever they were going had a higher roof.

Eventually, after a rather winding corridor, they emerged into a thankfully spacey room containing several starved looking femmes milling around. They all stared at the newcomers and a green coloured femme was instantly striding over.

"Alpha Trion, who are these?" she demanded to know, her optics on the seeker femme.

"Fear not, they are friends," the old Mech said soothingly.

"I am Skyfire and this is aid worker Streamfire," Skyfire said, including the title so the edgy femmes would relax. "Please, Elita One sent us."

This got their attention in an instant. There was instant chatter and the green femme stared at him in shock.

"You know Elita?" she questioned, a little suspiciously.

"Yes," he said firmly. "She is a prisoner of Megatron but her Second is free and she sent a message."

He took out a holo projector and activated it, an image of a smiling Chromia appearing.

"Hi femmes, how y'all doing?" she asked with a grin. "Listen, you can trust both Skyfire and Streamfire, they're on our side. They've brought you Energon and they are going to help you get in touch with the planet we're on."

All those in the room were utterly amazed, they couldn't believe it. And Chromia wasn't quite finished.

"I've missed you all, you go and kick old Cyclops aft so we can all see each other again. In case you need any encouragement, I'm having Hide's sparkling."

She patted her abdomen, radiant with happiness. As the holo deactivated, Skyfire was already bringing forth nutrient rich Energon cubes which caused the assembled group to gasp before rushing forward to grab it.

"Thank you," Greenlight stammered, holding her cube in awe before taking a long drink. "Oh Primus, that feels good."

"Megatron and Optimus Prime are on a planet called Earth," Skyfire began and quickly explained the siltation.

"So right now," he concluded. "Only Chromia is free but we have been gone for a while now, things could have changed by now."

"So Chromia, Firestar and Echo were sparked up?" questioned Lancer.

"Yes, when we were on Earth, Echo had given birth to a femme but I'm guessing the others could have given birth by now," Skyfire stated. "As I said, there was also a neutral who was sparked up.

"Unbelievable," murmured Greenlight.

"Consequences of being enslaved... You have no rights and your master can frag you all he wants," Lancer said bitterly before sipping more from her cube.

"As far as I know Echo's feelings for Soundwave were real and not just fear and trauma," Tried Skyfire, however the femme wasn't much convinced.

"Now, can you tell me more from Earth?" Asked Alpha Trion and Steamfire growled.

"Yeah, but first things first, we need to find a way to contact Earth, it was a long time since we've spoken."

"Of course... Highness," The eldest said and most femmes chuckled taking as a joke what he said not really knowing that the seeker before them is indeed royalty.

...

Days later...

Strika punched mercilessly a fallen Shockwave and then kicked him just as heavily.

"You fragger, you knew! How dare you to do that to my girls?! To Slipstream? A princess!" Roared the big femme as the cyclops tried to -in vain- to squirm away from her punishment.

"L-lord Megatron would not be pleased...with this..." He tried as she took him up from the neck and crushed his single optic with a punch.

The guardian roared in pain, but no Decepticon was defending him, not after General Strika appeared herself, glowing with visible ire and told them all what their leader had done... And if he dared to do such thing to his people, what won't he do to them?

She stomped on his tanks and he fell unconscious. She had more tortures for him later.

Both Autobots and Decepticons stared unamused at how she treated the single optic fragger.

"What a loser," Hissed Greenlight crossing her arms, speaking about Shockwave...

...then noticed how her femme friends were almost hiding themselves behind the mechs as Decepticon mechs were ogling them too much.

By now Greenlight's mood was dark and she scowled, growled and made an obscene gesture to them with her fingers...

...that only worked to make them like her more.

She rolled her optics.

Then Strika, all covered in Shockwave's blood, slapped some mechs in their faces and barked at them:

"You beasts! Stop staring at the femmes as if they were fuel and you were starving! Behave like soldiers and not like turbo rabbits fraggers!"

"Ma-am yes ma-am!" They all chorused and hurried to obey, after all, this was a femme of respect... More like a femme in a mech's body.

No one could ever find her attractive... Well, maybe a mechling in heat but so far there was none around….

"Quit squirming, Hotrod!" Hissed an angry Ultra Magnus at a jumpy young mech.

"I... I can't! I... I need..." He tried and his mech partners smirked at him.

It seems all this femmes around were making a number on him.

And he couldn't help it anymore.

"Uhh.. S-sorry, ma-am?" He stepped in front of their lines and dared to speak angry General Strika. Many jumped in fear for him at that.

"What?! Go back to your lines, young mech!" She started but he insisted.

"C-can I go... Can I go to use your... Uhn... Washracks for a bit? Its kind of an emergency... Please?" He tried flushing madly in embarrassment and humiliation as he knew his fellow Autobots knew what was wrong with him.

She frowned at him dangerously but still he didn't seemed cowed. Worse was the knowledge his partners had about him.

He hated this with all his spark!

"Acidstorm! Guide this mechling to a washracks, if he's so hurried to get clean, so be it, now go!" She ordered and the seeker hurried to obey guiding poor, burning Hotrod towards their washracks.

None of the Autobots said nothing about him... Nor Strika asked. As far as she concerned, they had things to do... And that included a good beating to her leader for enslaving her girls.

...

"...uh... Uhhh... Uhhh...!" Hotrod tried desperately to bring himself to overload to no use. His spike was swollen and full of transfluid but as far as time went he found himself unable to release it...

...and it started hurting.

And he now cried in impotence plus pain.

None of his Autobot fellas came -luckily- so he could bask in his misery. They must be all worried and busy with going to that planet... Whatever was its' name...?

...he can now only cry.

"Young mech, are you here?" Strika's voice ring through his audios and he cowed more against the wall he was lying against with his swollen, rock hard spike in hand.

She then devised him and...

...said nothing.

"G-go away!" He tried as she reached closer and took him by the shoulder to make him still before taking his spike in her hand and pumped it fast.

He whimpered and cried... But so far wasn't coming.

"I've tried... Its not working..."

She now understood him... He just upgraded... And maybe all that feminine company wasn't good for his circuits.

Well, there was only one thing to do to help him.

She forced him onto his back and caresses his face before straddling his lap...

"N-Noo.. W-what are you doing?!" He tried in horror seeing what she was up to... And he was 100% sure he didn't wanted his first time to be with THIS femme above all. "Stop!"

"You need release, and no other femme would offer her help, or they would have come earlier or accompanied you here from the beginning, you need a valve around your spike," She stated darkly.

He paled.

"Or you take mine, or you die here as a consequence of your systems overheating."

He now openly cried... He didn't wants this... Not like this... He was a mech, yes, but he always dreamed his first would be a romantic one... Not...this... He didn't even have words to describe this!

"I... I..." He tried in tears and the femme sighed.

Then removed her face... And under it was... A pristine, beautiful face!

He couldn't help but stare at it amazed. He always believed that THAT mask was her face! That horrible, lipless mask was her true face!

But no... Under it looked so... Delicate... Maybe she hid herself behind it to look more feral and give off fear?

Maybe...

She then reached for his lips and kissed them softly. He moaned in the kiss and hugged her neck allowing her to deepen the contact.

His spike weeped and twitched as they kissed and then he groaned loudly as she started rubbing her exposed valve against his rock hard virgin member.

...then he was tossing his head back and rolled his optics in ecstasy as she swallowed him all. Her valve was tight but wet and it embraced his spike so beautifully...so perfectly...

"Ohhhh Primus...!" He moaned wantonly as she rocked him and picked up the pace to his delight.

Hotrod hold himself to Strika for dear life as she rode him faster, she, moaning too as his swollen member stretches her further. It was so, so very long since the last time she enjoyed a good ride that she couldn't even remember... And this youngling wasn't small by all means... He's pretty big and reaches so deep within her that now she was crying out in pleasure without knowing... Then gasped loudly when he pumped hard his transfluid deep within her.

He came at last.

"Better, young mech?" She tried... But when she tried to pull away she noticed he continued hard.

...and was holding her aft so she wouldn't leave.

"P-please...?" He tried again flushing.

She smirked. Well, she hasn't come yet.

Lowering herself towards him they kissed passionately and hungrily, then she rolled them so he was on top.

"Take the lead... Like a mech would," She smirked at him and his flustered face.

Then he understood and rolled his hips causing her to purr in delight. That somehow gave a big boost to his ego.

The no longer virgin mech then pumped his hips as the General of Destruction instructed him how to... And soon he had her shrieking in pleasure.

Maybe she was helping a youngling in need, but that doesn't mean she cannot have some fun... And luckily he obeyed her as far as his overwhelmed processor allowed him.

He came at least another four times, and in the end he was so exhausted he couldn't even move.

She smiled at that and shook her head before started cleaning them both.

Hotrod purred like a kitten which only caused General Strika to chuckle.

"Listen, kid," She started.

"I'mma mech now..." He tried sleepily.

"For me you are a kid and always will be... Now listen, you better keep this a secret, you understand? Cross faction relationships are forbidden; besides, I don't think your partners would take well the fact you just lost your virginity with me."

His optics onlined fully at that.

Yes, is true, they would laugh at him before court martial him. Besides, who would believe him she have a beautiful face under her ugly... Face?

So….understood... A secret. He had to resist enough mocking from his own partners to now suffer THAT? No, thank you.

Seeing he got what she meant, she picked him up easily and took him away from the washracks bridal style.

Hotrod could have cared less and soon he fell unconscious in her arms, feeling completely safe and warm in her powerful arms... But still praying that none of his friends ever saw him like this.

Now he has a little dirty secret. Or a big one?

Entering through a massive door, Strika placed young Hotrod onto the big, comfy berth and watched him recharge deeply.

Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere -at least for a long while- she walked away and ordered a seeker to guard the door and assist the mechling inside if he needs any help.

The mech was about to protest -about servicing an Autobot- but one scowl of her made him change his mind; so, satisfied with that, she left, hoping the little mechling wouldn't mind resting in Megatron's quarters... Or berth.

She still had preparations to attend... And a fragger to beat to scraps.

"How is the space bridge coming along?" she demanded as she entered the command room.

"Good, it's powering up well," one of her soldiers assured her, standing to attention. "The fuel is good."

"Hmm, yes," she agreed, glancing over at the Autobots. Since the Autobots had seen fit to inform her of what had been happening on Earth, in particular, to the Decepticon femmes, she had proposed a temporary truce. Besides, since the Prime had his medics looking after her femmes, she at least owed them the courtesy of powering and using the space bridge without objection.

It still wasn't entirely clear how things had unfolded after that shuttle and his would be mate had left Earth but Strika was determined to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

...

"I can't believe it," Streamfire muttered. "Everything was fine when we left and then 'boom', it all goes to slag."

"At least your niece was born healthy," Skyfire said encouragingly, even though he was also still reeling from the shock. He couldn't believe that Megatron had first attacked Chromia and then several other femmes. Things had seemed so settled back on Earth, he'd honestly been expecting Optimus to make the first move.

"Yeah," she said with a small smile. "Little Falere, I can't wait to meet her. That's one of the first things I'm gonna try to do when we get back."

Skyfire smiled, at least all the sparklings seemed to be doing well, even Chromia's son. So that's was two Femme and two Mech sparklings, the first to be born on Earth and probably the first to be born in a long while. He wondered how many others might be born, with all these femmes and mechs able to mix at long last.

He was about to speak again when Strika marched into the room.

"Where is Hot Rod?" Ultra Magnus questioned and she said briskly. "He tired himself out in the showers, I told him to rest in a room, the kid could barely stand up. He's no use to anyone right now."

His lips twitched, it was perhaps a little cruel to find a recently grown Mech in heat but it was hard not to find it a little amusing. Of course, it helped that his heat had been long ago so it was much easier to forget what it had actually been like.

"He is safe?" he couldn't help but ask, they might be currently cooperating but she was technically the enemy.

She snorted and stated. "He is no threat to anyone in his current condition and I have no intention of allowing him to be abused. I don't hurt kids."

He paused before nodding, he was aware of how General Strika operated. So he would allow Hot Rod to rest wherever he was for now but he most definitely would be going in search of him later.

"I suppose you'll be heading for the Decepticon base when we reach Earth," he said conversationally as she took a data pad from one of her people and examined it.

"Correct," she replied. "And you...straight off to your Prime?"

"It's been a long time since we were in contact," he said softly. "We need to get organised again, he's got some great bots on his team, we really need them."

She turned and looked straight at him. "And what do you need them for?"

He stared calmly back at her. "Since a viable source of fuel has been located, I believe the time has come for rebuilding. I know Megatron started to set the groundwork for that, we wish to do the same."

"Yeah..." The decepticon general said with a scowl. She knew that.

But what annoyed her was that said leader now completely lose it and was building nothing but his own faction's hatred...

...and the Prime's, who always seemed to take him into consideration and respect.

But she was determined to kick his aft back into place.

An old, ancient red mech took her attention; Alpha Trion. She wondered how it was possible he still lives.

He directed himself towards that shuttle and the seeker princess... And said femme couldn't help her own expression of disgust towards him.

Strika wondered what had he done to gain her distaste, after all Steamfire was a very considerate and kind femme.

Shrugging it off, she turned back her attention to Ultra Magnus, who also noticed Steamfire's reaction.

"For the welfare of those sparklings I hope this ceasefire continues," She said leaving hanging the words: 'If Megatron continues like this I would have to take his place...and that doesn't pleases me.'

Ultra Magnus got it anyways; he wouldn't have liked to be in her position either and he was sure he wouldn't have made a good Autobot leader... He might perish the first day of it.

He felt lucky Optimus was still around.

As they talked about their plans, there was a spider femme back on Earth... in the Nemesis who continued messing with Ivory's opened head.

She and another two of her partners were the only ones left behind; the rest was with the Autobots. Megatron hadn't molested them anymore but only asked for them to recover... To forgive him... And for Blackarachnia to fix 'his' Ivory.

That was strange for them who still feared one day he might just jump them again and... Abuse them.

But he hadn't. And now the spider former continued with her job as they recovered.

"Come on, Ivory... What is-?" She tried but the old femme's optics offlined. "Oh no..."

"What now?" Asked one of her roommates.

"She's ill... Critical actually! How hadn't Megatron noticed this?! She's dying!" Squeaked the spider.

"What?!" Now both her mates said.

"Hook! Lord Megatron! Anyone! Help!" She screamed transforming into a spider and crawled away from the former harem looking for some help.

When the medic arrived they found Ivory's form panting for air as she tried to cool off her body... Or the body tried to cool her off?

Hook cursed, Blackarachnia cried and in the confusion they somehow took the old comatose femme to medbay to surgery and in intense care.

The Nemesis was in silence... Not even that jerk of Thundercracker was huffing around looking for some fighting... And now the Decepticon lord knelt against his beloved's berth in sorrow.

"Forgive me my love... Please... Forgive me... I would never hurt you... It was another monster... Not me... In the name of all sacred, of our beloved Maple, I would never do this to you... I love you so much..."

No answer.

He continued mourning her with his lowered head on a side of her berth, holding one of her delicate hands in his own enormous one, caressing it with a thumb.

"My love..."

But then... "There you are..." a dark, feminine but low toned voice hissed in pure hate.

But before he could react, a hand took him by the shoulder and a heavy fist landed on his face, closely followed by a low kick on his tanks.

Megatron roared in pain and anger, but that hadn't stopped Strika from her brutal assaults. She'll make sure the fragger hurts... Or dies if he at least doesn't apologizes.

She laid into him, using her massive fists and delivering the occasional kick. He was soon battered, however, he had not survived vorns of war or the gladiator pit for nothing. As her next punch descended, he blocked it with his hand and twisted, bringing up his other hand to fend off the other fist.

"What are you doing?" he demanded as she glared at him before lashing out with a foot.

He grunted in pain and while he didn't realise her first fist, the second came at him again and even moving his head, he still received a glancing blow. Making a low sound of pain, he managed to grab the fist as it returned and for a moment, they strained against one another.

"Hey!" Hook said angrily, striding over. "If you're going to fight, take it out of here, I'm not endangering my patient or allowing my equipment to be destroyed."

They ignored him, still straining furiously against one another. He threw up his hands in frustration, why did he ever decide to become a medic? Idly, he wondered if it would be possible to sedate both of them but somehow, he doubted he'd succeed. All he could do was stand near Ivory and be prepared to defend her if either of the combatants threatened to cause her harm.

"You hurt my femmes," Strika accused when it became clear the stalemate was going nowhere. Megatron wasn't allowing her to kick him any more so all she could do was vent her fury verbally.

"I know," he snarled, feeling her hands trying to crush his and forced to squeeze back.

"Why would you do such a thing?" Strika spat out, wishing she could hit him some more. "They followed you loyally and you betrayed him."

"I know," he ground out, did she really think he wasn't aware of this. "I can hardly get away from that fact."

"So why Megatron?" she growled, trying to bear down on him and force him to weaken. "Why do this?"

He snarled before spitting out. "Elita, it all started with her. I tried to mate with her but she...she..."

"All this because she rejected you?" she said in absolute disgust. "I don't believe this, that you would fall so low because one femme wouldn't sleep with you..."

"Oh no," Hook murmured as Megatron's optics blazed and with a surge of energy he managed to throw Strika off him completely.

"She is my DAUGHTER!" he bellowed at her, causing her to freeze just as she was about to pick herself up and lunge at the warlord. "My primus damned daughter. I tried to mate with my own child Strika!"

"You did...WHAT!?" Strika yelped in complete horror, staring at him with a rather slack jaw. There hadn't really been many details about WHY Megatron had snapped, only that he had started with raping the Autobot Chromia and continuing from there. All Strika had been focused on was the fact he'd abused her femmes, that's all she really needed to know. This...was not the excuse she'd been expecting.

"You heard me," he said bitterly. "And I would have done it to if she had not stopped me."

"W...why?" she burst out, unable to articulate anything else.

"Because her fragging mother never told me," he said, utter frustration and raw agony in his voice. "I had no idea who Elita was..."

He broke off, turning away from her as his face contorted.

"You know," he whispered. "If I'd hurt that femme, mistreated her in any way, I could at least understand that. I'd accept why my daughter was kept from me. But I never did anything to warrant her silence."

He suddenly glared at Strika as he demanded.

"Ask Elita, ask her what I did that was so terrible? I saw her once, when she was little. I thought she was another's, her mother acted as though she was happy to see me," he said before scoffing. "What was it she told Elita apparently? That I was her dear papa? And yet not dear enough to actually be told about her."

Strika remained frozen for only a few more seconds, then remembered what he just did his own soldiers... Her femmes.

"Well, I don't think you cared a lot about that! As much as I heard she was your sex slave too! Even with a chastity belt, her mouth wasn't sealed!" She bit back.

Megatron coughed as a memory invaded his processor... Of Elita... On her knees... With his...in her mouth...

He almost purged.

"It seems you didn't cared at the moment you were her sire! Or after!"

He froze at that.

Yes... It was true, he thought about enslaving back Elita and then force her to... And her femmes... Just as he dreamed about.

"Oh... Primus..." He grabbed his head and groaned loudly. What was wrong with him?!

Then again his other self started talking...

'This isn't me, this is all a nightmare... I would never hurt a femme, especially my beloved Ivory... This Megatron is a monster, I am not Megatron! I want to wake up!'

He offlined his optics while grabbing his head and on his knees he screamed in agony.

"No! Nooo! Wake me up! Wake me up! Let me out!"

Strika was taken by surprise at this before frowning dangerously. "Do not try to act innocent crazy on me! No innocent mech would do that to a femme! Maybe that's why Elita's mother denied you! She saw the monster in you!"

His crimson optics onlined powerfully and his other self was roughly pushed into the back before he roared at her:

"I did not do such thing! I was innocent! That fragging femme is the guilty bitch that caused all of this!"

"Oh yeah?! Did she order you, told you, or even suggest you to hurt femmes because you were denied your rights as a sire?!" Strika bit back.

"No, Megatron, you're a monster, always were, and she saw that; you don't deserve a femme, you don't deserve a family! You don't even deserve bots following your disgusting agenda!" She roared in the end causing him to roar back in utter ire and jump her... But she was prepared and used his own strength against him and throws him against the wall.

"You've forgotten why the Decepticons follow you! You were a leader, not a fragging tyrant! I don't recognize you anymore! Who the frag are you?!"

He grasped for air still listening to her...then again his other self attacked...

"I'm not Megatron... This isn't my world... Help me out... Help me out! I just want my family back, my Ivory," He crawled crying desperately towards her with as much desperate optics...

...before she looked at him with a disgusted face and beat him hard with her huge fist on his right cheek, his head turned to the side and his helmet flew away revealing his hidden panels on his head.

But he fell unconscious.

"Afthole stone face," Growled Strika shaking her hand. That last blow hurt her.

Hook ran by his side to help him up.

"What was all that crazy slag? And who the frag is Ivory?" She suddenly asked stroking her hand.

"I don't know... He's been acting weird lately... And... That's Ivory... The sleeping femme."

Strika lifted up an optic ridge and turned to see the comatose femme behind her. "And what happened to her?"

"Megatron happened... He beat her, raped her, beat her again, raped her again, beat her again-"

"I get it," The femme stopped him before he can continue; however, he did continued...

...he just couldn't hold it anymore.

"He impregnated her...beat her... And she lost the sparkling."

Strika could only look from the medic to back the femme.

Now she heard everything about her leader.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, how did things go down so fast.

"Lately...he's been worried about her, Ivory," Hook couldn't help but add. "You should probably talk to Soundwave and Starscream about what's been happening around here, I've been...rather caught up."

"Hmm," she grumbled. "Where the slag are they?"

"Answer: Here," a voice said and she looked up to see the masked third in command standing there.

His face turned slightly to his leader, lying unconscious on a berth near Ivory. The Mech heaved a heavy sigh and said.

"Question: What is it you wish to know?"

"Everything," she said firmly. "For starters, why the slag is he acting crazy? He started ranting about how this is not him and other slag."

Despite not having a face, Soundwave's body language couldn't help but give off a slightly guilty vibe.

"Statement: That is my fault," he admitted. "Megatron made my mate sleep with him as well as abusing the other femmes. I desired revenge and...took it."

"How?" she said slowly, guessing that this revenge probably didn't involve a beating. Unless he hit him so hard that the grey Mech's processor was scrambled.

"I entered his mind, created false images and experiences," he said before gesturing to the unconscious femme. "Using Ivory, the mother of one of his daughters."

"Wait, he had another daughter?" Strika exclaimed. "And he's been abusing her?"

"Not so simple," he cautioned. "When Megatron was a miner, his coding was stolen and given to this femme to help her conceive since her own mate was infertile. She never knew the donor and he never knew if he had an unknown child out there. They only...discovered each other very recently. Said daughter died in the war, leaving her own child behind. Arcee, the Prime's adopted daughter."

"I'm getting a bad feeling about all this," she grumbled, rubbing a hand over her forehead. This was sounding slagging complicated.

"Affirmative," he agreed, seeming to sense her thoughts. "To conclude, I created a fantasy where Megatron was Ivory's mate and their daughter alive and well. But...I did it too well, the fantasy is so much better than reality that he is having trouble separating the two and now wishes this other life...was his actual life."

Shoulders slumping slightly, he added. "I wanted revenge and since he'd hurt this femme so badly...I thought it would be poetic justice. He hated her and I thought...I would banish that hatred...he loves the femme in his dreams but she has not woken up since I started with him."

She regarded him for a long moment before saying gruffly. "Well, I guess that explains all that nonsense he was spewing earlier. I understand why you wanted to get back at him but can't anything be done about...that?"

"Affirmative but much of it is up to Megatron, he must let go of that fantasy completely, recognise it for the dream it is," Soundwave said quietly.

"And how likely is that?" she wanted to know.

"Much depends on him being given better reasons for belonging here," was the reply.

"Alright," she said, glancing over at Hook who had been tending to his leader all the time she'd been talking with Soundwave.

"If there is no danger here, I intend to travel to the Autobot base to ensure my femmes are being well treated," she declared, there was little point in beating Megatron while he was unconscious. She could just continue later.

"Suggestion, Seeker Elite Trine accompany you," Soundwave said and she just shrugged, she wasn't bothered who went with her as long as they didn't interfere with her.

"General, are you fully fuelled?" Hook questioned. "There is plenty of energy on this world, you shouldn't survive on half rations."

"The Autobots shared their fuel," she assured him. "But a cube wouldn't go amiss."

He nodded and quickly went to get her one, satisfied that Megatron was alright for the moment.

"Congratulations on your sparkling, I heard you had one," Strika said gruffly and he bowed his head.

"My precious little femme," he murmured. "She has been mine and Echo's light in the darkness, we are very lucky to have her."

He hesitated before glancing at the former gladiator.

"I could not imagine being estranged from her."

"Hmph," Strika mumbled. She knew Soundwave wasn't defending his leader's actions, more likely showing a little sympathy. Something she definitely wasn't experiencing at the present time.

And right now, she doubted she would any time soon.

...

"Do you know if my sister has been behaving herself?" Starscream demanded as they flew towards the Autobot base.

"I have no idea," was her unconcerned reply causing him to grumble.

Glancing to one side, she demanded of the purple and black Seeker.

"What are you so nervous about?"

He jumped and swerved slightly, they were all in root mode which made she could observe all of their expressions.

"Uh, nothing," he tried, avoiding her gaze.

"He's been fragging an Autobot female who already has a mate," Starscream offered tartly.

"Star!" his trine mate complained.

"Is this true?" Strika asked.

"He knows about it, he's fine," the young Seeker said instantly before realising what he was saying.

"The Autobot knows, does he?" she said dryly.

"Uhh... Yeah.. He does... Uh... It... It started with Megatron's orders for me to get her pregnant or he would take her himself and would do the job, I couldn't get the idea of my precious Moony being raped by-"

"Wait... What?" She interrupted his ramblings. "Megatron forced you to take her to your berth knowing she was already bonded?!"

"Uh huh, and to impregnate her in a certain amount of time..." He continued. "I love her, and 'jack loves her too, we both want the best for her... Is... Is complicated to explain but... Both took me in," The purple seeker added sheepishly.

Strika sighed. Megatron... How many things she would find out about him?

"And you... You like this?" She tried, and to her surprise he nodded shyly flushing.

The General forced herself to not groan or roll her optics.

"But I'm not the only one who's made some weird things, TC here has deflowered Megs' granddaughter," Skywarp informed her.

"Warp!" Both his mates barked at him.

This time she couldn't help but groan. "Tell me everything that has happened... And, does Megatron knows...?"

"No ma-am... He doesn't... But he can feel it," Said Thundercracker.

"She's an upgraded femme," Informed her Starscream.

"And you...!?" She snapped at the blue seeker who covered himself just in case she wanted to make the same she did to Megatron to him. "How could you do that?! She can be with spark now! You should never touch a new femme!"

"I... I know... Is just that I couldn't stop myself... I... I had to... And she insisted... I... I love her... Always did but it beat me hard when she upgraded..."

"Shut up!" She barked.

"Let us explain, General. We have a plan for my mate's stupidity and grabby hands," Starscream started.

"Hey!" The blue seeker exclaimed.

"It comes with a ceasefire and permanent peace," The tri coloured seeker continued.

She looked interested about it, so Starscream told her all they planned with Soundwave and Arcee's parents... More like her mother and he hopes her sire takes it well.

Strika hummed and nodded in approval. Sounds like a good plan.

However as they were about to land she noticed how Thundercracker tensed and his aura changed... And down there at the Ark's entrance was the Prime... As if waiting just for him.

"Be careful," Warned him his leader as his blue trinemate landed first...

...then the Prime charged at him.

"It was meant to happen sooner or later," Sighed Starscream watching the two fight. No one moving a finger to stop them and practically ignored them. "It happens with Megatron everyday."

The big femme only grunted. It was up to Thundercracker show how good a mate he was for the Prime's daughter.

"General Strika," Elita One greeted her. "So nice to have you here with us."

"Elita One," The other said.

"Come on TC! Come on!" They heard Arcee encouraging her lover.

"Would you like to pass? Your femmes are all inside watching TV. Please?" Tried the Autobot femme commander.

Strika had no idea what a 'tv' was, but she nodded and followed her as the blue seeker and his lover's sire fought viciously.

As they arrived medbay, and her femmes greeted her, she noticed one of them was missing.

"Where is my cousin?" Starscream asked looking around causing the other femmes to perk up and growl.

"That bitch!" one of them said.

"She sneaked away to hunt him!" Another said.

"What? Who?" Questioned Starscream with a frown.

"Mirage... Beautiful Mirage!" They all said in unison with deep frowns and angered voices.

"Not again!" Ratchet facepalmed himself at hearing them. "The poor mech was this femme's victim the last weeks! He wandered around invisible because even the Autobots were bullying him! It doesn't help that he never wanted war... But now has ALL your femmes after his aft! And Slipstream is the worst!"

Elita shook her head. She knew it was true but so far was unable to stop the seeker femme from harassing the noble mech.

Both Strika and Starscream had plain looks before looking at each other, then the angered femmes.

"Mirage... The spy?" Asked the seeker.

"Yes. He seems to have something that attracts this femmes!" Huffed the CMO.

Starscream nodded. He knew Mirage was a noblemech raised in the iaconian towers... And now his cousin was hunting him. However she must ask for his approval since she's a princess.

"Quiet!" Ratchet barked at the whining femmes. "I've told you he's off limits!"

At those words Starscream lifted up an optic ridge. Mirage is a noble, his cousin, royalty... If Slipstream asks his family for his hand, they willingly may sell their son to her, not even caring his thoughts about it.

Is how things happened with them.

He sighed. He just hopes his cousin never abuses the mech that obviously was unwilling.

As they were talking about some plans, the medbay doors opened and both the Prime and Thundercracker were dragged inside, both badly beaten, battered and bleeding, with hanging pieces of armour scrapping on the floor after them.

Only Arcee seemed happy about it.

"Oh papa, you defended my honour... My beloved Thundercracker, you proved yourself worthy today," She kissed both their hurt cheeks and they groaned in pain at that. However she didn't seems to care.

And Ratchet cursed... Loudly.

"Get out! Everybody get out! I have to work on this two fraggers here!" Said CMO practically kicked them all out as both Swoop and First Aid took the mechs to surgery.

Starscream smirked. It seems his trinemate got what he wanted.

"Let's talk somewhere more private... Or calm place," The femme commander said once she spotted Mirage covered in paint, feathers and glitter walk shamelessly towards medbay.

All Decepticon femmes gasped and sighed when seeing him... And he hurried his step.

Starscream also watched him with frowned optics, wondering where was his cousin and what she was up to... Probably taking back onto the one who dared to hurt the one she wants.

The poor bastard is in deep slag.

And talking about seeker femmes... Where is his sister?

"Where is Steamfire?" He asked Elita.

"Outside, in the gardens, with Skyfire. We meant to go there," She answered.

He nodded. After all Skywarp was busy with his mates and now Thundercracker was in surgery along with the Prime. Slipstream must be busy with her intended's abuser and his sister... Why is she with Skyfire?

"I'm sorry you won't be able to speak with Optimus for a while," Elita now said to Strika. "I only told him recently about Arcee and Thundercracker, it was very hard for him to hear."

Strika nodded in sympathy, thinking of that young Mech she'd left. Final upgrades were hard things, especially for these youngsters who'd lived through a war who were then hit by extreme heats. She still didn't approve of what had happened with Thundercracker but there was nothing to be done about it now.

"What has been happening with my sister and...him?" Starscream demanded, following the two femmes closely.

"Happening?" Elita questioned and his mouth twisted.

"Has he been...inappropriate?" he explained, he wanted to know everything.

"I do not believe so," she said, looking at him in bemusement. "They've both been very concerned about what has been happening, when they left, everything was normal. Contacting Earth was a bit of a shock."

"Hmm," he grumbled to himself, his sister was in for an interrogation once he got hold of her.

"Starscream," Elita suddenly said. "Will you be able to speak to your cousin about Mirage? We've tried to intervene and Ratchet has lectured all of the femmes about pursuing him but he is still having a very hard time."

"I'll speak with them," Strika offered. It was foolish for a whole group of femmes to chase after an unwilling Mech, especially if these actions were alienating him from his comrades.

"Thank you," the Autobot commander said gratefully. "Prowl has been trying to discipline those who target Mirage, the Mechs that is, but it's not having enough of an affect. It's strange, we thought they would struggle to put what Megatron did behind them but with Mirage, it's like it never happened."

"The noble is Megatron's opposite," Starscream cut in. "Perhaps that is why. And yes, I will speak with her but it might not help. He would be a good match for her and both our and his families would probably approve. Whatever objections he might have may not matter."

Elita frowned heavily and Strika grumbled. "Isn't that what Megatron originally campaigned against?"

"Yes but it is part of the nobility's culture," Starscream said with a shrug. "It is hard to change these things, it's tradition."

"Please do your best to persuade her not to force Mirage into an unwanted bond," Elita said in a quiet but serious voice. "He is a very gentle soul and he would end up despising Slipstream."

He nodded his understanding and seeing that her point had been made, Elita said. "Please bring Darklight and Falere over sometime, I would love to meet your daughter. She looks beautiful."

Unable to stop himself from raising his wings high and puffing out his chest, he said proudly. "She is a fine example of my code, she is going to grow into a magnificent Seeker."

Elita caught Strika's optic again and smiled but didn't comment. Starscream was a boastful Mech in general but this was his first child, he was allowed to crow a little. The large female general just rolled her optics but didn't comment, there was little point.

"Is your Prime serious about a potential truce?" she questioned and Elita nodded.

"He is, we both want it," the smaller femme said firmly. "But I imagine there is the question of Decepticon leadership."

Starscream and Strika made faces at this. If Megatron wasn't up to the job, they were both the natural successors but neither wished for it.

"I heard that you are his daughter," the bulky femme said without preamble, causing Elita to nod with a grimace.

"Yes, I am," she agreed.

"He claims your mother kept you from him but that he never did anything to deserve that," Strika went on. "What do you know about that?"

Elita paused, gathering her thoughts.

"My mother was expected to act a certain way by her family," she began. "After finishing her studies, she managed to convince them to join a charitable organisation to help the less fortunate members of Cybertronian society. They allowed her but didn't quite realise that she would actually be going to places like Kaon and meeting said members. But she determined to do her bit properly so she went without their knowledge."

"And how did she come across Megatron?" Starscream asked curiously. His sister had done something similar, he knew his family would have preferred she remain somewhere safe rather than going into dangerous areas, even if her desire was to help rather than fight.

"She said she first noticed him when someone tried to take some of her equipment, Megatron took it off them and returned it to her," Elita said, remembering the stories her mother had told. "And then sometime later, he was injured in a mining accident and she helped treat him. They talked a little, she had recalled how he'd helped her and he seemed to enjoy talking with her."

Starscream only just resisted the urge to comment how Megatron had probably been wondering how to bed the femme treating him. He knew that Strika would not appreciate him interrupting the story and he did not want to get on her bad side.

"And then...," she hesitated slightly before carrying on. "Some Mechs were bothering her late one night as she returned to the charity's quarters, she felt it could have potentially turned into something worse."

"Did Megatron step in?" Strika surmised and Elita nodded.

"Yes, he appeared and drove them away and then escorted my mother back. She asked him to share a cup of warm Energon, he accepted and...one thing led to another," Elita stated, a slight blush on her face. It was strange to talk about her...conception.

"Did he pressure her?" Strika wanted to know.

"The way mother told it, I don't think so," Elita said with a shake of her head. "She was attracted to him, we know he can be very charming when he wants to be. He did make a move but she responded positively to it, she never said no...and didn't want to."

"Was it just one night?" Starscream wondered aloud.

"No, they met up a few more times after that," she corrected. "But she had to leave for Typer Pax and it wasn't until sometime later that she discovered she was carrying. She hid it for a while but eventually, she had to tell her family. They were not pleased and she said it took a lot of convincing to be able to keep me. But they were adamant that she could not contact my Sire, that a poor miner like him could never support her and if she wanted me to have a decent upbringing, she'd stay away from him."

Starscream twisted his mouth but nodded. Elita's mother's family was right after all, even if it was cruel for the poor sire.

But still, it wasn't Elita's mother's fault as Megatron over and over again accuses her.

They reached the gardens and there was Steamfire with Skyfire both looking at the plants that grow inside a crystal house and taking notes.

The SIC of the decepticon frowned deeply. Maybe no one can see it, but he can:

Their wings were shyly touching each other. An almost imperceptible move from a non flier's optic.

"Steamfire!" He barked at her as he stomped towards her persona.

"Hi Screamy," She said with a smirk now touching Skyfire's wing with her other wing knowing full we how her brother would react.

"Enough! You come with me!" The seeker mech screeched taking her by her wrist roughly. "You're not seei-" he started but she interrupted him.

"See ya later, lover," She sung singed to Skyfire who flushed madly at that... If it was possible even his antennae's would have.

"What?!" Barked at her brother.

"Sky and I... We..." She started but then lowered her head, her gaze, bit down her lip and moved her pede as a child would.

Starscream's horror face was priceless. "You... You... You... And him?! You two...!"

"Yes... Right Sky?" She said.

"You dared to frag my sister?! You.. You... You...virgin!" Screeched loudly the seeker causing every other scientist there to turn from their job and look at them at the mention of the "v" word.

"I..." Skyfire could only nod, condensation running all over his face as he comfessed a crime.

Looking back from her brother to her boyfriend, Steamfire said: "Well... After seeing his equipment... I couldn't say no... Oh... Nothing was hidden from it..."

"Enough!" Roared Starscream letting go of her arm and taking his head in his hands. "Do you know what this means?!" He asked her.

"That... We have to bond?" She tried innocently...

And Starscream screamed... Screamed until his vocalizers turned to static and he offlined from the stress.

"Is that a yes?" Asked Steamfire to her unconscious brother.

Elita and Strika shared a look before shaking their heads and saying at unison: "Mechs."

"You fragged a virgin mech?" Asked her Nightbird to Steamfire. "Wasn't he clumsy?"

Then all Decepticon femmes were surrounding the seeker princess as she answered their questions eagerly.

Skyfire however looked like he wanted earth to swallow him down.

"We better take him to medbay. He will be quiet for a long while," Sighed Strika. She'll talk to her femmes later about Mirage.

Elita nodded and the big femme carried the unconscious mech on one shoulder with his aft up in the air as if he was a potato bag.

But then Elita gasped when looked up just by accident.

Right there on the Ark's roof were several mechs, all glued and painted in orange like the ceiling, as if to camouflage them.

However they were humming for help.

In the group the Autobot femme commander can count Sunstreaker, Cliffjumper, Jazz? Sideswipe, Tracks, Hound... And others.

"And how did those got up there?" Asked a little bemused Strika.

"I... I... I... Prowl? Can you come down here to my location at once? Thank you," Said Elita unable to take her optics from the scene.

But why was Jazz up there? That she couldn't understand.

Then Strika suddenly chuckled.

"I'm sorry... But I cannot find the funny thing here." Tried Elita.

"This has the Princess's signature.. Slipstream's... I bet this ones were the ones molesting her intended." Answered the general chuckling louder.

Now Elita understood why Jazz was up there... He may not prank on Mirage... But he teases him mercilessly about it and him having several 'heirs' soon; it was annoying enough that the noble was unable to talk to his boss anymore, and even less now with the ceasefire and without missions to attend.

She tried not to facepalm, it would not be seemly.

"If Slipstream does not desist in these actions, we may have to take drastic measures," Elita said grimly. "I cannot have her doing this to our Mechs, this is ridiculous."

Despite these words, she glared up at the bots plastered to the ceiling.

"Don't think any of you are off the hook," she declared, hands on hips. "You all know perfectly well that Mirage does not welcome the attention he is receiving, he is under tremendous stress and all you can do is torment him for it."

Her optics hardened as she now pointed a finger at them.

"I'm sorry if your prides have been hurt because none of the femmes are interested in you but do you really think they want to be this way? They have all been raped and abused, I assure you that is not something easy to get over. Even mated couples struggle to be intimate after such a thing."

Strika didn't say anything, she didn't have to. Elita had the weight of authority and personal experience on her side, all Strika had to do was look equally stern but remain silent for now. The Mechs up there were certainly looking rather guilty and ashamed of themselves, the Prime's mate knew what to say.

"Mirage does not wish Slipstream's or any of the other femmes attentions," Elita continued harshly. "Has it occurred to you that perhaps that is why they like him? Because he is not plotting how to get them into his berths..."

Elita did know that wasn't necessarily the case for all of those up there or even the whole base of Autobots. But she wanted an end to this behaviour and if she couldn't stop Slipstream, she'd be damned if she didn't stop these Mechs.

"I'm going to leave punishment to Prowl who thankfully has kept a level head and treats both Mirage and the femmes with the respect they deserve," she concluded with a growl and Strika tried not to smirk, they had thoroughly deserved that. What a shame Starscream was unconscious, from what she knew of the Seeker, he would have enjoyed this.

She turned on her heel and marched off, the Decepticon general following. In the corridor, they met Prowl and Elita quickly explained the situation and he frowned heavily.

"I had hoped they'd stopped this childish nonsense," he said sternly. "It looks as though I was wrong."

"Slipstream has been going rather overboard with her response," Elita admitted, sighing but still looking angry.

"That's her way," Strika offered. "She's getting back at those hurting her intended, it's the Decepticon way. Plus, she's hoping it'll please him."

"I am fairly certain she's making the situation worse," Elita said grimly. "Mirage is embarrassed by her 'revenge' tactics and feels it's making things worse between him and the others."

"I understand but I don't think she'll see things that way," warned Strika before patting the body she was holding. "I'd better get him to the Med Bay."

"I'll take you...Prowl, I'll leave Jazz and the others to you," Elita told the Autobot SIC who nodded his head. "Skyfire is outside, call him to assist you getting them down."

"I will commander," he said formally and they parted ways. She was grateful for his level head, Optimus had been wise to make him his Second in command.

As she walked with Strika, she asked. "Is Ivory any better?"

"I don't think so, no," Strika said and Elita's expression saddened.

"How could he do that to her?" she said but more to herself than the other femme. "He knows Arcee loves her..."

"I have no idea what is going through his mind other than the fact he appears to have lost it," the larger femme grumbled. "Frag it all but he's made a mess of things."

"Hmm," Elita agreed and they walked the rest of the way in silence.

"What happened?" Ratchet asked with a grumble as they entered.

"Streamfire overloaded Starscream's processor," Elita explained as Strika laid the Seeker upon a berth.

"Great," he muttered to himself before jerking his thumb behind him. "Those two idiots are back there. Elita, couldn't you have talked the oaf out of that lubricious display?"

"He couldn't help himself," she explained. "Having an older Mech take Arcee's virginity...even if it was the result of an overpowering heat...it was too much for him. He needed to do things...the old fashioned way to relieve those feelings."

The old Medic huffed but decided against arguing about it. There was little point with Elita, Optimus was the one who needed a lecture.

Elita left Strika and went to see her mate who still looked rather banged up but considerably better than before. Both he and Thundercracker were awake.

"Feeling better?" Elita asked, tenderly stroking Optimus's cheek.

"Hmm," he murmured softly. "I would have felt better if I could have prevented this."

"I didn't want it this way," Thundercracker suddenly said, before she could speak. "Prime, I would have much rather have courted her properly after asking your permission. I never imagined I would be overwhelmed by such a young femme and I know why you feel that way. And if she hadn't been in heat, I think Arcee would have preferred that way too."

"That's not what I've been hearing," Optimus countered.

Thundercracker smiled. "I know Arcee, Prime, she is more romantic than you imagine. Please, give her time to settle into being a femme and you'll see what I see, a young femme who doesn't want to lose what she's got."

Optimus looked at the other sharply. Perhaps Thundercracker was more observant than he'd given him credit for.

"I think Arcee knows what she wants," he admitted with a sigh. "This heat might have made her more...wild but it doesn't entirely explain away her feelings and thoughts. She wants you desperately."

"She wants her whole family," Thundercracker said soothingly. "I know I have acted in a distressing manner to you but I swear I will treat her honourably."

"I know," Optimus said heavily, accepting a kiss from Elita, she could sense how hard this was for him. Primus, even after everything, it was difficult for her.

"I just...," he began to say but stopped when a roar echoed around the Med Bay. "HE DID WHAT!?"

"Strika?" Elita said in confusion, leaving the two Mechs and re-entering the main med bay to find a cowering Skywarp with his arm wrapped around Moonracer. Somehow, just by the guilty look on the Seeker's face, she knew he'd said something he had not meant to.

"Did you know about this?" Strika demanded, spinning to face Elita. "Megatron forced Skywarp to suck him off in this femme's place!"

"I..." She was unable to answer. But her mind continued racing with the 'He did what?!'

Moonracer hadn't spit the details of her suffering in the Nemesis and she respected her. Who wanted to relieve bad stories in the sake of unwanted stress?

Nor had the green femme explained them how she managed to convince Wheeljack to accept Skywarp as their mate.

Strika frowned; the Autobot femme commander's face told her everything.

"Fragger!" Cursed the big femme.

"He- h-he was going to rape Moony... I didn't want that and...and did the first thing I thought," Stuttered Skywarp, his wings shaking as he tried hard not to cry.

There was Wheeljack too who lowered his head and placed a supportive hand on the trembling seeker's shoulder.

What Megatron did is unforgivable.

"I'll... I'll... I'm gonna crush his head! No... I'm gonna cut off his spike with a vibro blade!" Roared the general.

"Shh..." Said Swoop placing his index finger on his lips. "Quiet in medbay."

Strika only directed her livid and burning optics towards him causing him to shy away.

"General?" Another feminine voice sounded surprised causing the big femme to turn.

"Highness," Said politely the big femme to Slipstream. She wasn't in the mood to greet anyone. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for my mate to-be," Said the seeker femme with so much security that caused Elita to frown in worry. "Have you seen him? I want to show him something I've made for him, a true artwork."

"You mean the glued mechs on the roof artwork?" Asked the Autobot femme commander with a deep frown and her hands on her hips.

In other moment Skywarp would have celebrated a masterpiece of pranks like that, but after suddenly confessing what he did with his mouth... He can only stare with his jaw hanging.

"Hush! He can hear you! I want to show him myself before your Second takes them down. I've wrote his name with them," She added proudly.

Strika would have smirked if she wasn't still mad about the news of his leader's doings... But yeah, she can remember them up there glued in different positions, as if they meant to show something... Then the glyphs came to her mind, and yes, there was Mirage's name on there.

Elita One resisted the urge to groan and throw her hands up in the air when Slipstream suddenly said:

"Hush... He's here..." And her wings rose, feeling the air currents around her.

...and then...

"Gotcha!" She suddenly caught something invisible that squeaked and thrashed, and she kissed it.

...it growled now and Mirage materialized right in her arms with an angered expression.

"What have I told you? I don't want anything to do with yo-!"

"Hush, love, now come, I have something for you." She interrupted him and practically dragged him out from medbay; his pleading optics were not enough to make the others act.

Silence followed after that awkward moment and then Strika redirected her demanding optics on Skywarp who flinched as if her only look just slapped him.

"Poor dude... Slipstream will never leave him... I know Screamer's cuz..." Then whistled, all trying to make Strika to stop staring at him.

What else cold she say anyways, it was in the past and she couldn't run and beat the slag out of Megatron then... But she already did that, in the name of all those he abused... And it seems he deserves more.

"Strika?" Tried Elita.

"I need to take some air," The other said walking out from medbay.

With her head full of thoughts, she hadn't noticed someone following her.

"Uhm... G-general? M-my g-general?" Stuttered a mech behind her.

She turned and there was a sheepish looking Hotrod. She was about to ask him how was he when she caught his field... Spiking with need.

"I... I know is inappropriate but... I... I know no one else...and is ok if you say no, but-"

"Hush." She stopped his ramblings freezing him and for a moment making him think she'd rejected him.

But then... "Your quarters, now."

His bright blue optics shinned and he eagerly guided her towards his personal quarters, there, she removed her mask-face and panel and pushed the youngling onto his berth immediately impaling herself onto his hardened and ridged member.

Hotrod cried in pleasure as the big femme rode him aggressively. It seems she had a hard day and needed a release too... But he was fine with it... Very much fine.

Back on medbay Elita now had her face in her hands before going back with her mate and Thundercracker; what else can she say or do to whatever happened between her sire and his victims?

"Love," Optimus said gently, he'd heard what had happened.

"I don't know what to do," she said heavily, coming over to his berth where he reached to take her hand.

"I understand love," he assured her. "We'll work this out."

"Megatron or Slipstream?" she asked wryly before looking to Thundercracker. "Can you say anything to her?"

"I can try but I am not sure it'll do any good," he cautioned. "This noble will be a good match for her."

"And do his feelings mean nothing?" she demanded a little harshly, feeling stressed out.

"I don't think she realises that he doesn't want her," he said regretfully. "I can tell she wants him a lot, she won't accept that he does not return her advances."

Elita wondered at that, everyone was saying the same thing, that Slipstream was not likely to listen and that her courtship would end in Mirage being forced to bond her. She had to do something to stop that, if no one could talk Slipstream out of pursuing him, they might have to send Mirage into hiding. Ruefully, she thought of the way Slipstream had managed to grab him even though he had been invisible. Clearly, she was highly tuned to seek him out, meaning the poor Mech had a harder time avoiding her.

"Optimus, I think we may have to separate them by more drastic means," she now said. "If she won't listen to us...we'll have to send Mirage off planet, right now, I don't think he'll complain."

"She'll go after him," warned Thundercracker.

"I realise that but it'll give him some peace from her and it might give her a chance to regain her senses," she stated.

The blue Seeker wasn't so sure about that but he nodded. What else could they do?

"Elita?" he asked a little nervously. "When...are you going to tell Megatron about...me and Arcee?"

Both creators looked at him, they'd almost forgotten about that. They shared a look before Optimus said. "We planned to contact him for negotiations and if he is agreeable, we will eventually bring up the subject of the union."

The Prime didn't not say the word union with any great enthusiasm but it was still progress.

"He isn't going to like it," the Seeker mused, adding wryly. "He's probably try to rip my head off."

"We'll emphasise that this is what Arcee wants," Elita assured him. "There's no need for any more displays from him."

"Hmm," mumbled Optimus, not entirely convinced that anything or anyone could prevent Megatron from lashing out. But if the grey Mech did try to hurt someone else, Optimus would be happy to beat him into the ground.

...

"There love, what do you think?" Slipstream demanded happily, gesturing to the ceiling where the Mechs were still glued.

He looked up miserably and saw that they had indeed be arranged to spell his name. Primus, did she not know what she was doing to him?

"Slipstream," Prowl said sternly, striding over. He had called for backup before delivering a lecture to the Mechs above and secretly, he had to admit that it was nice to be able to do so without any backtalk or excuses. However, there was no way he was going to start gagging Mechs when he wanted to tell them off, that would be ridiculous.

"Yes?" she said, not looking the least bit concerned.

"Why did you feel the need to do this?" he asked of her, even though he already knew.

"They have been harassing my love and needed to be taught a lesson," she said, without the slightest trace of regret.

Mirage gave her a stricken look.

"You are making things worse," he said in an almost desperate tone. "You and all the other femmes."

"Those femmes are not getting you," she declared grimly. "And if they can't take being rejected, they really deserve what I did to them."

She glared up at them and said. "Remember, I'll do worse if you don't leave him alone."

"If there is a problem, you talk to me," Prowl cut in. "You do not take the law into your own hands, Slipstream."

"This is what Decepticons do," she said idly, examining the finish on her arms. She'd been taking very good care of it since she'd come across her intended.

"This is not a Decepticon base and we are not Decepticons," Prowl reminded her. "You must abide by our rules while you stay here and that includes talking to a superior officer when there is a problem. I or Prime will deliver disciplinary measures if deemed necessary and from what I've heard, only some of these Mechs would have required punishment."

"Autobots," she muttered, her tone clearly telling them that she didn't think much of this policy.

Prowl pursed his lips before saying. "I see you do not regret what you've done."

"What are you going to do, lock me in the brig?" she said with a small smirk.

"I was thinking I'd keep Mirage from you," he said causally.

"What, you can't do that?" she exclaimed before clutching at Mirage's arm despite the distaste on his face. "He's mine and you're not separating us."

"He is not your property," Prowl shot back, standing his ground. "If this continues, you will be asked to leave the base."

"And do what, go back to Megatron?" she said furiously.

"Of course not, appropriate location would be found," he said smoothly. "General Strika is here, I'm sure she would be happy to assist."

"Unless Mirage goes back to Cybertron, I'm not going," she informed them all, deadly serious.

Mirage groaned, what would it take to get her to leave him be?

"Indeed," Prowl said to her last statement. "Well, since you are here, you can help me get them down."

"Why?" she wanted to know.

"Just let them down," Mirage snapped in frustration, something he did not normally do but she was pushing his limits.

"But they've been mean to you," she said, nuzzling up to him.

"I'll survive, they've been up there long enough," he stated grumpily.

"Alright, for you love," she said, kissing his cheek before activating her thrusters.

Prowl silently jerked his head, indicating that Mirage could leave. The noble gratefully before literally disappearing with Slipstream's attention elsewhere.

"Poor Mech," the Autobot SIC murmured to himself, he could not imagine being in such a position and hoped he never was.

...

"Satisfied?" Strika asked in mild amusement as her berth partner lay panting at her side.

He nodded jerkily, unable to believe how...mind blowing interface really was. The last few vorns, he had heard plenty of stories from the Mechs he was with, admittedly with a lot of boasting and what was likely exaggeration but now he knew how they felt. It was so amazing.

"Good," she said, she certainly felt a little better. Maybe she'd just kick Megatron between the legs instead of cutting off his spike.

"Can...can I ask you something?" he said a little breathlessly.

"Mm," she said as an affirmative.

"How do bots remain virgins?" he wanted to know. "I don't understand how anyone survives the heat."

"Oh sweetie," she said with a chuckle. "Most bots don't get hit as hard as you and some of the other youngsters. I know in your state, it's hard to believe but I didn't lose my virginity during my own heat. It's just the way it is."

"Weird," he muttered to himself.

"Why it had to beat me like this?" He continued. "I know Arcee suffered the same... And now she's bonding the one who deflowered her."

He shivered at the last statement.

Strika grimaced at the thought. Her grandsire won't take it well that she was not innocent anymore.

As far as she knows -from Starscream's own words- Thundercracker and Megatron fought very often lately, just like the way he and the Prime did.

Then, her comm link beeped; she growled, she was having fun and prepared to rest for a while.

"What?" She asked in an almost growl... And then growled.

"What is it?" Asked her worried berth partner.

"Your Second wants me to control Slipstream, it seems her doings had not satisfied her intended."

"Mirage?" Asked a wide opticed Hotrod. "Wow... The guy's an idiot... If I had a femme like her... A warrior goddess, I would be the happiest mech in the universe."

Strika chuckled. "Well, he doesn't thinks like that."

"I know... But Slipstream is hot and she looks like she will defend her loved ones with everything she has and more. He's stupid when not seeing that, she's the best femme ever, he hit jackpot!" Continued the young mech.

The big femme sighed before getting up from berth to clean herself.

"I'll go with you... Can I?" He tried then and she looked at him.

...

"Mirage~"

Later was Slipstream looking for the poor hiding mech, and most other mechs, or ran from her or simply stepped away from her path.

"Where are you~?"

"Jeez! That femme's creepy...but hot... Hot and creepy. Poor Mirage, he's a noble, she's a noble which means it can be arranged a bond and then a wedding and for sure she will give him sparklings soon..." Started Bluestreak to his brother Smokescreen...

...who tensed as something invisible moved behind him.

"Please...hush!" Hissed a desperate but soft voice.

"Mir-?" He tried.

"Hush! Please cover me."

Smokescreen grimaced in worry but obeyed. Mirage sounded on the verge of tears, something strange for the spy.

As the seeker femme passed in front of them, Smokescreen then took his brother's arm to cover the invisible Mirage further. The other, hadn't paid much attention and continued babbling about how many sparklings a seeker can produce when in love.

It was then when she turned her gaze towards them and both mechs tensed.

"My lady?" Asked her Smokescreen. "What can I do for you?"

She frowned at the two.

But then Bluestreak started babbling at her this time:

"You love Mirage? He doesn't loves you; how you're gonna solve that? You're super hot and strong but he seems blind to see it, maybe you must stop being so pushy and insistent and just court him, he may end up hating you no matter how hot or good you're in berth or how many sparklings you produce for him in the next years-"

She covered up his babbling mouth to shush him and grinned devilishly behind him.

"You can't hide from me, love," She purred. "I'll always find you and get you."

Both praxians froze at her statement.

After that her wings twitched and she ran in a certain direction before powering up her thusters and flied towards the materializing form of Mirage, who transformed and ran away as fast as his alt-mode allowed him.

Several mechs cleared their path and smirked at them, even when he cried for help, no one came to help him but cheered the insistent femme...

"You go femme!"

"Take him!"

"Frag him good!"

"He's almost yours!"

...and more.

He then reached his quarters, entered and locked the door behind him, panting heavily and crying brokenly against the door.

"Please...please...leave me alone... What have I done to deserve this?"

The door was banged several times with a feminine voice 'asking' to be allowed in.

Hours passed and Mirage found himself he fell asleep against the door.

"Is she gone?" He asked himself and wondering if everything was just a bad dream; but his unconscious told him it wasn't and he better be prepared to attack her next time.

...

Slipstream growled and stomped her pedes on anger.

"How dare they to tell me to abandon my love?!" She huffed as she reached Blaster who tensed.

Strika just ordered her to leave Mirage alone. How dare she?!

"Y-yes?" He tried as she looked down at him as if she was indeed a goddess and him a mere mortal.

"Need to use that, want to call my creators." She said with decision but he only looked at her. "You can stay and hear, is no secret."

"Uh..." He then nodded and asked her to take a sit with a gesture of his hand.

"How dare they to tell me what to do? Is my love life, not theirs!" She huffed causing Blaster to look worriedly at her.

It seems someone lectured her about chasing Mirage.

He had to admit... He felt sorry for her, not for Mirage, she's hot and powerful...was abused and now the mech she wants rejects her.

Well, she's being too pushy and invasive; but no way in the world he would say that to her! No, he's not her friend.

"There," He said as the screen turned blue until a conehead with his nose held high seeker answered.

"Yes?"

"Get my creators! Now!" She barked at the screen. The mexh was obviously a servant.

The other seeker's optics widened and nodded hurriedly. "A-at once, highness!"

She grimaced and crosses her arms until both her sire and carrier came on the screen.

"Mommy, daddy," She greeted them. "Have good news for you."

Both her parents smiled sweetly at her at her. "That's good sweety, what is it?" Asked her mother.

It seems both her creators loves her very much.

She beamed before answering eagerly.

...

Hours later...

"Mirage," Prowl knocked at his door. "I need to speak with you, is urgent."

"What is it?" He asked opening his door. He looked tired.

Prowl sighed. "Come with me, please."

Dread filled his spark as he followed his SIC towards a certain part of the control room, the place where a worried Blaster sat.

"What is it?" He tried again.

"Your creators called." The orange tape deck said before turning on the screen...

...and there was Mirage's sire... His face stoic and his blue optics cold looked down at him, as if ready to sacrifice himself for his tower in the name of Unicron.

"S-sire?" He stuttered.

"I've finally received an offer for your hand, from the royal family of Vos," He started.

Blaster and Prowl grimaced in worry as they know what was next... And they couldn't do anything.

Mirage's spark felt cold, his life force running through his veins were cold and everything felt so surreal.

"And I've accepted," His sire continued. "She's an excellent match for our tower and you will accept her courting and thank her for even sparing a look at you!"

Mirage was frozen.

"You will do your duty as you were trained since your birth, it won't be hard. But you will respect princess Slipstream and honour our tower, family and name with your bonding!"

"B-but s-sire..."

"I've spoken her creators, we both agree, your mother too. It was decided!" The old mech on the screen boomed. "It is a great honour to be courted by royalty!"

Mirage was visibly shaking now; he honestly hadn't expected Slipstream would play the 'noble' card, but she did, and now he was being forced to obey.

After all, when you're a noble, a single one, your life doesn't belongs to you, but your creators until you bond.

He couldn't hide anymore, not even the Prime can do anything if both creators agreed.

His life belongs to that femme now.

He wants to cry.

And to his surprise he was crying.

"I am so very proud of you son, you've made a wonderful match. Do not disappoint us, we trust you. You have my blessing to bond her."

'Blessing'

It was more like an order and even the other two mechs present noticed that.

"I'm sorry," Prowl said heavily and he really did sound it. "I couldn't put your creator off, Slipstream would have probably dragged you to the vid screen if you'd refused to come."

The broken nodded, he understood Prowl's position. At least the Prime's Second in Command hadn't teased him about Mirage, he didn't seem happy about the situation either. But he didn't have to bond to a femme he didn't love...or even know.

"I'm sorry too," Blaster said, feeling incredibly awkward and a little guilty. Even though there would have been no stopping the seeker princess from contacting her creators, he still felt bad about assisting her to do so.

"You know...she does seem to love you a lot...and she is beautiful, any Mech would be lucky to have her...," he tried to say, attempting to put a positive spin on it.

"Then you may take my frame and have her," snarled the distressed noble furiously, swiping away his tears as he glared at Blaster. "You know, I suspect if I was a femme being forced into a bonding, you all would be a lot more sympathetic!"

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the control centre and away.

"Try not to make things any harder for him than they already are," was all Prowl would say before also leaving, and Blaster remained with his even more guilty thoughts.

Author's note. What happens to Mirage now he is engaged to a femme he doesn't love? Find out next time, until then.