Final chapter! Once again…I don't own anything! I may do a sequel, but right now I've got a Green Hornet story demanding my muse's attention…so, it will be a while. If anyone would like to write stories based on Web of the Spider, please go ahead and do it. I just ask two things: One, Rodimus and Marrisa have to be a couple (either in denial as it started in the story or after Marrisa's transformation); and Two, Tell me so I can read what you've come up with. Oh! Warning: A bit of a rape scene between Hook/OC.
"Bold"= Over Spark/Mind Bond
September 12, 2015…Front entrance of the Ark…
Jazz, Preceptor, and Grimlock were patiently waiting for the shuttle to return; Grimlock asked, "You Preceptor sure that shuttle returns now?"
"Yes, Grimlock," positively replied Preceptor, "According to what Cover Girl and Psyche Out have told us…I am ninety seven percent certain that they will return today.
"I hope so," said Jazz with exhaustion, "They've been gone a week and I'm about ready to throw certain humans as well as bots into the nearest black hole!"
"Reporters?" asked Preceptor in amusement.
"Pit, yes!" he answered, "From both Earth and Cybertron, they want to meet our new femme leader as well as try to get an in depth interview with her and Prowl!"
Grimlock snorted in disgust, and was about to comment when a crackle of energy was heard thru out the air, suddenly the time shuttle appeared before them. All three of them sighed in relief, as they watched the hatch open…and then Grimlock as well as Jazz scurried out of the way as Gadget burst out of the hatch and grabbed Preceptor by the throat.
"Is that patsy of a medic fully functional again?" she hissed out as her optics burned a brilliant white.
"Yes," he croaked out and then gasped in relief as she turned him loose.
"Good," she growled out as she transformed into a medium sized, rescue/emergency, hummer; she turned on her sirens and lights as she rushed toward Autobot City.
"Uh-oh," apprehensively muttered Preceptor, he quickly turned his attention to Prime who had just come out of the shuttle, "Sir, request permission to…"
Rodimus Prime let out a deep sigh as he interrupted him, "Permission granted, go before she kills the idiot."
As Preceptor raced down the road, Boomer exclaimed as she rushed out of the shuttle, "I'll go help him!"
At the same time, Jazz wearily called out over the comm. channel, "Jazz to Swoop, Hatchet Jr. is on her way…with murder on her processor; Boomer and Preceptor are going to try and intercept her."
"Me Swoop to Him Jazz," he replied in exhaustion, "Me Swoop copy that, Me Swoop out."
Jazz sighed as he turned his attention to Prime and was about to give him a report, when he caught sight of Bombshell, "What the slag?!" he exclaimed in surprise, "When did we pick up a femme seeker?!"
"It's a long story, Jazz," said Prowl in a mixture of sadness as well a fatigue, "What has been going on here while we were gone?"
"Well," he replied cheerfully, "I got some good news for Prime and our new, Primal! Err, by the way…what's the first part of your new name?"
"It's Mara, Jazz," she answered as she got off the shuttle with Silverstar, Sludge, and Stigma, "What's the big news you have to tell me?"
"You're a big sister," he answered with a big smile, "Congratulations!"
A few moments later…Autobot City…quarters of the Protectobots…
"Blades, pack your slagging bags!" ordered Hot Shot as he and his other brothers were already busy packing up their stuff.
"Why?" wined out Blades as he glared at First Aid whom flinched under his harsh glare, "I really don't want to go to New York City!"
"I don't want to either," grumbled Hot Shot as he packed several data pads, "But, since 'someone' is going back to school at NYCU…Prime made me the new ambassador to the Earth United!" He gave a fierce look at First Aid, "And let me tell you…I just 'love' starting my new job due to 'someone's' inability to keep his trap shut when it comes to confidential information!" He turned his full attention to the former CMO and pointed at his face, "First Aid, does my face look like its happy about this promotion…about going into POLITICS!"
"No," he muttered shamefully as he thought, 'They are not going to forgive me for my indiscretion for a very long time.'
"I know how you feel, Hot Shot," said a femme voice behind them.
Turning in the direction of the doorway; they immediately noticed Gadget whom was leaning against the doorway, optics a brilliant white, and juggling two wrenches in one hand. "I was planning on resigning from the Autobot army in two months," she explained agitatedly, "I was planning on opening a clinic at Delta City…teaching at the newly rebuilt university."
She quickly threw two wrenches at First Aid's helm as she bellowed out, "BUT THAT DREAM WENT DOWN THE TAIL PIPE AFTER YOUR LITTLE STUNT FIRST AID! WHAT IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS, PRIMA, AND THE ANCIENTS WERE YOU THINKING GIVING OUT RODIMUS PRIME'S MEDICAL INFOMRATION LIKE IT WAS HUMAN CANDY?!"
As their audios rang; First Aid gulped in fear as he rubbed his helm, he realized he was in for another round with Mt. Hatchet…except this time with his daughter.
A minute later…hallway where the quarters for the Autobots within the city…
"Swoop have you got the sedatives?" softly asked Preceptor as he, Swoop, and Boomer crept down the hallway.
"Me Swoop say yes," he answered with a whisper.
"Good," quietly said Boomer, "Maybe we can sedate her before she…" Before she could finish the sentence, they heard a familiar bellow down the hallway and sounds of a struggle.
"Explodes," resignedly finished Preceptor and before they could blink…First Aid barreled toward them, screaming out, "Help!"
As he knocked them down, Swoop groaned out in misery, "Fragg, syringes broke!"
"Oh, dear," muttered Preceptor as Boomer let out several curses under her breath; suddenly Gadget forced them back onto the ground as she charged after First Aid.
"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU SLAGGERS!" she bellowed as she raced on top of them, "FIRST AID…GET BACK HERE YOU PATSY OF A PIT SPAWN OF A MEDIC AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE LIKE A MECH INSTEAD OF A SPARKLING!"
Swoop, Preceptor, and Boomer moaned out in pain as they sat up; but they were immediately trampled again as the Protectobots raced to rescue their brother. "Sorry!" exclaimed Hot Shot, "Got to rescue our idiotic brother from Hatchet Jr.!"
By now, the three of them admitted defeat and decided to call for help, "Preceptor to any Autobot within range…"
A few moments later…courtyard within Autobot City…
"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Bombshell as she looked around the city in awe, "It's beautiful!"
Rodimus smirked in amusement, "Thanks, I'm sure Metroplex appreciates the compliment!"
He was about to say more when the newly arrived Autobots as well as Jazz and Grimlock heard over the comm. channel, "Preceptor to any Autobot within range…Hatchet Jr. on the war path, currently chasing First Aid and the Protectobots are chasing her. Would someone please stop her before she commits murder?"
They looked at one another in exasperation, and then Bombshell shouted out, "Incoming!"
They immediately moved out of the way, as First Aid and Gadget…both in their vehicle forms….came racing thru the courtyard; "Gadget, I'm sorry!" screamed out First Aid as he raced away from her.
"SORRY, DOESN'T CUT IT…YOU FRAGGER!" she bellowed out as she tried to catch him, "I WANTED TO BE A TEACHER FOR NEW MEDICS, NOT A SPARKLING SITTER FOR OUR ENTIRE FACTION! SPEAKING OF TEACHING…"
They stared at the direction that they took for a moment, and then the Protectobots came barreling toward them, "Sorry, Prime!" exclaimed Hot Shot as he transformed into a fire engine and raced after them.
Groove and Streetwise immediately followed his lead; however, Blades stopped in his tracks as soon as his optics caught sight of Bombshell, "Well, hello…beautiful!" he purred out. He took her hand as he pulled her to him, "I'm Blades, and I can show you a high flying good time!"
She scowled at him, and shoved him to the ground hard, "No, thank you…mate!"
"Ohh," he drawled out in amusement as he misinterpreted her words, "I'm not ready to settle down…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Hot Shot yelled over the comm. channel, "Blades! I don't know what you're doing, but if you don't help us in saving our idiotic brother from Hatchet Jr. I am going to make you take tourists up in the air around NYC as soon as we get there!"
"Sorry, babe!" he shouted as he transformed into an Iroquois helicopter and flew away, "Duty calls!"
Bombshell scowled in irritation as she looked over at the others, "Ratchet was right…every flyer is going to come on to me!" she bemoaned in fury.
Mara Primal wearily sighed as she ordered, "Silverstar, can you please show Bombshell around…"
"And protect her from every interface driven flyer we got?" finished Silverstar in bitter amusement, "Sure, we'll meet up at the Med Bay."
As she took Bombshell on a tour; Rodimus ordered, "Jazz, assign her temporary quarters near the senior officer quarters until she can get onto her feet and able to decline all of the 'offers' she will be given."
"Right," he replied tiredly, "May I ask what we're going to do to get Hatchet Jr. off of First Aid's aft?"
"I'll deal with it Jazz," said Prowl wearily, "You just give out a Hatchet Alert to Portland PD, if she's anything like her father…"
"Her Gadget going to run Him First Aid up News Sky Tower," finished Grimlock in a mixture of sadness and amusement.
"Exactly," stated Prowl, and then turned his attention to Prime, "With your permission…"
"Go," Rodimus said with a wave of his hand, "I'll go with Mara to see my new sister-in-law for a few moments, and then go to my office to start on Bombshell's paperwork. You can meet me there after you're done with First Aid and Hatchet Jr."
At the same time…Human Portion of Med Bay…
"It figures you would give birth when I am the only qualified doctor here, Lady Jane," grumbled Psyche Out as he handed the newborn back to the new mother.
"Personally, I think it serves you right!" snapped out Flint as he sat beside his wife's bed, "You and the others in this little time travel incident could have given me some fucking warning about Marissa becoming Queen of Cybertron!"
Lady Jane rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Flint…darling, if you don't watch your language and accept what's happened…your on night duty for our little angel for an entire year!"
"Yes, dear," Flint grudgingly said as he looked down at his youngest child, "You know…I am surprise she's hasn't woken up from the entire ruckus that has been going on outside."
"Maybe she's like my son," commented Cover Girl as she peeped at the newborn over Flint's shoulder, "He won't go to sleep with traditional lullabies…it has to be the sound of cannons and gunfire!"
They stared at her for a moment, finally Flint sarcastically commented, "Yes, that is definitely Beach Head's son…by the way, where is he anyway?"
Cover Girl rolled her eyes in annoyance, "He is supposed to be picking up Ivan from his Grandpa Hawk, but if I know him…he's gone to hide whatever Ironhide gave to him in that little video tape."
"He has," confirmed a familiar voice behind them; as they looked into the direction of the entrance to Med Bay, Rodimus Prime continued as he walked toward them, "According to Slag, he was doing a jig the entire time they loaded up the crates in the U-Haul van."
The former Joes looked thoughtful, and then in unison they cursed out in alarm, "Oh, hell!"
Rodimus raised a curious brow, "I take it…that whatever Ironhide gave him isn't good news for you guys?"
"That is an understatement!" exclaimed Cover Girl as she tried not pull out her hair, "Excuse me…I need to call my hubby, and try to talk some sense into him!"
As the watched her marched out of the room, they heard her shout from the closed door, "Marrisa or is it Mara, now? Never mind, I'll catch up with you later! What the hell…what happened to you guys?!"
Rodimus and Psyche Out tried not to chuckle at Flint's as well as Lady Jane's anxious expressions, finally Mara came into the room with a beat up Dinobot hanging over her shoulder, "Hey, Daddy…Mama Jane!" she exclaimed as she went to the Autobot portion of the Med Bay, "Be with you in a minute…got to help Swoop and…Roddy! Don't stand there…help Preceptor or Boomer, they're struggling to get down the fucking hall!"
"Yes, dear," he said as he quickly raced out of the room.
Psyche Out, looked over at them in amusement, "So…what do you think of her new body?"
"She looks like one of those robots from Power Rangers," grumbled Flint, "Ow!" He rubbed the back of his head as he glared down at his wife, "What was that for?"
"For being a jackass!" she shouted as she pointed a stern finger at him, "Now listen…you're going to be nice and tell her that you love her new body style, otherwise…"
"I know, I know," he grumbled, "Night duty for Charlotte."
"And the couch!" she told him harshly.
"The couch?!" he wined at her in protest.
"The couch," she confirmed firmly, "Now, when they come back in here…you're going to be a nice, proud full daddy who is happy to see both his little girls together!"
Psyche Out coughed and then asked them innocently, "You two do know that Cybertrions have excellent hearing?"
Flint gulped in fear as he immediately noticed the fury starting to build up within his wife, "No, we didn't…"
"Flint!" she hissed out as she gestured for Psyche Out to take the baby; as soon as he did so, she grabbed her husband by the shirt and pulled him close to her. She whispered into his ear, "You better apologize to them about your recent jackass attitude…and it better be one hell of an apology, do you understand me?!"
Wincing, he replied remorsefully, "Yes, dear."
A few moments later…on Portland's streets…
Sgt. McDaniel had been on the force for years, and was due to retire in the spring; when he heard the code over the radio, he exclaimed, "What?! Did he come back like Prowl?"
"Who?" asked his rookie partner, Hanna Walker.
"Ratchet!" exclaimed her sergeant, "The last time a code Hatchet came over the radio was when…"
He was suddenly interrupted by two emergency vehicles speeding passed them; they could clearly hear an enraged female voice, "NEVER WANTED TO BE CMO, BUT BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE BALL BEARINGS TO SAY NO…"
"Ah," muttered Sgt. McDaniel thoughtfully, "Must be a relation."
"Sir?" she hesitantly asked as she watched three of the Protectobots roaring by them, "What is a code Hatchet?"
Her partner chortled with glee, "Let's go to the News Sky Tower…and you'll see what a code Hatchet means!"
At the same time…in the director/editor of Sky News's office…
"Never thought I would have to evacuate the building again over this particular alert!" he grumbled as he rushed out of his office as soon as he heard the first incoming bellow, "It's definitely time to retire if this crap is starting up again!"
A moment later…
First Aid looked down fearfully as Gadget tried to climb up after him, "HELP!" he screeched out.
"We're trying!" exclaimed Hot Shot as he tried to keep a hold of Gadget's waist, "First Aid, when you get to the top; grab a hold of Blade's line! The rest of you…pull!"
"We're pulling!" shouted both Groves and Streetwise; Streetwise had a hold of Hot Spot's waist, while Groove had a hold of Streetwise's waist.
Gadget growled in frustration as she took one of her hands, and transformed it into a buzz saw, "HOT SHOT, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LOOSE A HAND TO THIS PIT SPAWN OF A BROTHER OF YOURS…LET ME FRAGGING GO SO I CAN MAIM HIM!"
Patrolwoman Walker looked over at her superior as she helped him hold back the crowds, "Sir…this is both amusing and terrifying! It reminds me of one of those old King Kong films!"
Sgt. McDaniel laughed out loud, "And this…rookie…is why we call this a code Hatchet! Though I would like to know how she's related to the late Autobot medic, Ratchet!"
"He's daughter," said a voice out of thin air.
"What the..." she started to say as a police vehicle appeared between her and her partner.
Sgt. McDaniel grinned in delight, "Good to see you alive, Prowl!" he exclaimed cheerfully, "You're successor wouldn't give us the time of day when we asked for help!"
Prowl let out a deep sigh as he transformed, "If he wasn't…" he shook his head in misery, "Just send me a list on what you need."
"The paperwork that bad?" asked Patrolwoman Walker hesitantly.
Before he could respond, they heard Hot Shot howling in pain and Gadget bellowing out, "I WARNED YOU…AND AS FOR YOU…AGGAH!" She scowled as she watched Blades carry her target away, "DAMM YOU BLADES…I WASN'T FINISHED WITH THAT PIT SPAWN OF A MEDIC!"
Prowl let out another deep sigh, as he brought his gun out of sub space, "Grooves, Streetwise…be prepared to catch her," he ordered.
"AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPPOS…" she roared out as Prowl shot her with his gun.
As she fell down into the mechs's waiting arms, Sgt. McDaniel asked with curiosity, "Stun gun?"
"And an acid pellet gun," he said as he turned his attention to Hot Spot, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," he hissed out in pain as he brought out his first aid kit from sub space, "She just nicked me with her saw, I can patch it up and repair it later…I imagine you want us to be headed to New York before she wakes up."
"Yes," he confirmed, "And you'll only have two clicks to do so...otherwise she will wake up and be on your dim-witted brother's aft again!"
"Lovely," Streetwise growled out sarcastically as he and his brother with Gadget between them; flew off into the direction of Autobot City.
"I should have just let her maim him!" spat out Hot Spot as he patched up his hand, "Now, I've got to fragging rush to get all of us pack and ready to roll!"
At the same time…the Ark…Ironhide's old room…
Stigma tentatively pulled out the crate underneath the berth…on top of the crate was a message cube; hesitantly she turned it on…and Ironhide's face sprung up. "Stigma," he said, "I'm shock that you didn't believe me…but again, maybe you did…I did leave you something foster daughter of my mate." He looked sad for a moment, "I wished we had a bit more time to get to know one another, but that's the way metal rusts…like I told you...we just had to treasure what time we have with those we love or have the potential to love."
He was silent for moment, and then he took a deep breath as he explained, "Inside the container contains the blueprints of Prowl's new weapons as well as all of the weapons I have every built in my existence. I figure you could replicate them, or improve on them…ah, pit! What I'm trying to say, since me and Chromia never had any sparklings…you're the closest one for us in ever having one!"
Tears came down her optics at those words, as he continued, "And it doesn't matter if you're related to that cowardly Decepticon; just promise me that you'll shoot him…hard…in my as well as Chromia's memory!"
Stigma choked out, "Statement: I will."
Ironhide smiled at her, and then grimace, "There is one thing I ask you to do for me…now I know you're like an Earth ninja! But, slag…they were fragging annoying every time I encountered one of them when Prime had his 'meetings' with Psyche Out! So, I left Beach Head a little something in order to get back at them and I need you to promise me…on my and Chromia's sparks…that you won't help them until all of those fragging Earth Joe ninjas go thru, entirely, Beach Head's new and improve obstacle course just one slagging time!
Stigma stopped the projection as she contemplated his words; finally with a wince, she grumbled reluctantly, "I promise…in Primus's and Prima's name…I promise."
She turned the projection back on, and Ironhide continued, "Here is what I gave Beach Head…I don't know if your mentor did this or not, but it's what I found in the archives on the training methods for the Warriors of Primus."
Stigma's optics widened at those words, and then her jaw dropped in shock beneath her mask as he continued his explanation. When the recording was done, she closed her optics and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "Statement: Proper reflection of the training methods for the Warriors of Primus, 10 percent. Theory: 90.9 percent possibility of fatalities. Statement: Ironhide, I wish you consulted me…even though it was my past self…before setting this fragging thing up!"
Two hours later…Autobot City…Prowl's office…
Prowl let out a deep sigh as he shut off the desk communicator, "Red Alert, Mirage finally found someone to repair and reinforce the science labs; they should be here tomorrow, please make certain that they have all the necessary clearance," he told him.
"Right," said Red Alert as he prepared to type in the relevant information on a data pad, "Who are they?"
"Krane, and Digout," he replied, "They're a brother and sister team from one of the colonies, and they just opened a construction business in Icon City. Mirage says they come highly recommended, and he has already checked their background for any contacts with the Decepticons and Quitessons."
"I'll just triple check his…" he stared to say when they heard an enraged scream coming from the brig that was two floors below them.
"PROWL, LET ME OUT SO I CAN DEAL WITH THAT SLAGGER!" bellowed Gadget.
Both mechs sighed in a mixture of irritation as well as sadness, "Like father, like daughter," grumbled Red Alert as he shook his head in defeat, "Should I have them install…"
"PROWL!" she roared out, "LET ME OUT! I WASN'T DONE WITH THAT PITTABLE EXCUSE THAT CALLS HIMSELF A MEDIC!"
Prowl finished Red Alert's sentence, "A Hatchet alarm; an automatic locking system; as well as to reinforce the entire Med Bay? Yes, as long as it is similar to the one we had at the Ark." He turned on his desk comm. unit, "Prowl to Gadget," he told her, "I am not letting you out until the Protectobots as well as Psyche Out are at least across the Mississippi River."
"PIT BLAST WHATEVER THE FRAGGING RIVER IS CALLED!" she bellowed out, "WHEN I GET DONE WITH THAT PATSY SLAGGER I AM GOING TO…"
As she continued to curse, Prowl smiled sadly as he repeated Red Alert's earlier words, "Like father, like daughter." He turned off the comm. unit, even with it off they could still hear her cursing; he turned his full attention back to Red Alert, "Make certain that the twins won't prank our new CMO at least until we get the Hatchet Alarm and Response Unit fully integrated here in the city."
"And if they give me any trouble?" he asked anxiously.
"PROWL!" she roared out, "SO, HELP ME PRIMUS…IF YOU DON'T…"
"Tell them that they can take First Aid's place as a target for Gadget," he replied, "And we won't do a slagging thing to save them from her wrath."
At the same time…Rodimus Primes' office…
Rodimus Prime, Stigma, and Cover Girl winced as they heard Gadget cursing her spark out at Prowl as well as First Aid; sighing wearily, he gestured to the door, "Go on Stigma, do whatever you have to do to fix Ironhide's mistakes; but don't ruin what he intended to give to Beach Head."
"Statement: Yes, sir," she said as she and Cover Girl raced out of the room.
Rodimus closed his optics and pinched his nose bridge in despair, "Back only a few clicks, and I already want to take Mara somewhere quiet!" he grumbled. He heard the door chime, and he called out as he looked up, "Come!"
Mara strolled in and said wearily, "Well…Dad, Mama Jane, and baby sis are settled in Spike's old quarters for the night; they're planning on leaving first thing in the morning."
Rodimus raised a surprise brow and asked as she came near him, "Why didn't they stay in the city?"
"PROWL!" shouted Gadget again.
"Never mind," he quickly said, "That answers my question, care to go to recharge?"
She smirked at him as she realized what he was getting at, "If you mean let's fuck each others brains out since we can't get any work done with Gadget bellowing…sure!" She traced one of his yellow, back, fins, "I have to tell you Roddy…I just saw Preceptor and Boomer; and they said it's safe for you to what's the word they use…ah! Breed me, since I don't have any time energies in my system."
"Really?" he purred out as he unconsciously leaned toward her as he stood up, "They said something similar to me earlier…I don't have any time energies either." He held out a hand toward her, "Shall we?"
A few moments later…Rodimus Prime's quarters…
Mara raised a brow in surprise as she looked around the living area, "You've redecorated," she commented as she gently touched her grandmother's Waterford vase that was beside Prime's model of U.S.S. Constitution a.k.a. 'Old Ironsides.'
"Just a little…Lady Jane and Cover Girl helped me quite a bit," he told her as he gestured around the room, "As soon as the construction crew gets here from Cybertron, I'll have them enlarge our quarters. Big enough for us, any friends that come over, as well as the sparklings we will have."
"How many children do you want?" she asked as she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He put his hand around her waist, and pulled her close to his chest, "A lot…I hated being the only sparkling, an orphan…or so I thought at the time."
"I was only child too when I was growing up," she told him as she massaged his neck cables.
"Pit," he purred out in a mixture of relief and desire, "That feels good."
"Does it?" she cooed out to him as she leaned into his neck, "What happens if I do this?" She nipped one cable, and then grinned into his neck as he gasped out in desire.
"Mara," he growled out at her as he pulled back from her; his optics flared white as he pulled her into the next room.
She giggled as she immediately noticed the newly placed double berth in his room, "My, my…a new berth just for us, Roddy?"
"Yes," he growled out as he slapped her aft, and smirked as she yelped in surprise. He stepped away from her, and ordered, "Take off your outer shell."
Her newly awoken sub programming kicked in, and she did as she was told, "Roddy," she wined out as she got into their little game, "these fake spikes are driving me crazy."
He chuckled out in a mixture of amusement and desire, as he too got into their little game, "Mara, my mate…are you going to be a bad femme or a good femme tonight?"
She remembered how he explained this particular interface innuendo a few days ago in the past: good femme meant him going easy on her with little to no bondage; bad femme meant bondage at its highest level with collar, leash…the works! Feeling daring, she decided to try out being a 'bad femme.' "Bad femme," she purred out as she went up to him and trace one of the flames on his chest, "I've been a very bad femme, my Prime."
He snarled in pleasure at her words as his alpha programming with an added boost from the Matrix kicked in, "Safe word?" he hissed out as he trapped her hand on his chest.
"Aft Magus," she replied as she nipped his lip, and then yipped as he forced her onto her knees.
He brought out a collar out of sub space and snapped it around her neck, "This isn't like the one that glitch of a mother had on father," he informed her coolly, "It just prevents you from overloading without my permission as well as keeping you kneeling at my feet, my mate." He used a finger to trace her lips, and asked, "Are you going to be a good femme now, and open your mouth for my spike?"
"No," she replied as she tried to draw his finger into her mouth.
He pulled his finger away and scolded her as he pulled out another fake spike, "You asked for it," he then forced her mouth open and thursted the fake spike into her mouth, "Only I will be able to get this out of your mouth, my mate."
She gave him a dirty look, as he pressed a button on her collar; immediately the fake spikes within her ports began to vibrate.
A muffled squeal came out of her vocalizer, as he gave her a quick kiss on her helm; "I'll be back in a bit," he told her as he left the room, "maybe, you'll be more willing by then to follow my orders."
A half an hour later…
He came back to a sweaty and stressed femme, he coolly looked over at her from the doorway as he got out of his outer shell, "Are you going to obey me?" he asked.
She nodded her head in confirmation, and gave him a pleading look. He chuckled as he pointed to down at his feet, "Crawl over here, and no matter what keep your mouth open…you need to a bit of a reminder on who is the dominate one on our berth, my mate."
She crawled to him, and pleaded at him thru their bond, "Please…let me overload."
"Not yet," he said out loud as he released his spike; he took the fake spike out and thursted the real thing into her mouth, "Yes…use that pretty, little mouth! Show me how much you want my spike!"
She sucked on his spike as she sent over their bond, "Please, I need you…fragg me!"
"Oh, I will," he reassured her as he took his spike out and placed the fake one back into her mouth, "But, I won't let you overload yet…you need to say the magic words and then you can overloaded all you want while I am breeding you, my mate."
She whimpered in need as she felt him walk around her, and began groping her aft.
Forty minutes later…
She didn't know how long this cycle had been going on; first he used her mouth and to her tongue the spike tasted delicious, then he put the fake spike back into her mouth; go to her aft…grope it as well as slapping it several times…then he would take the vibrating spike out of her rear port, and started to fragg her in the aft. As soon as he overloaded, he put the vibrating spike back into her rear port and the cycle would begin again…without her overloading once!
She sucked on his spike as she tried to think of the words that would allow her to overload, then she realized he gave her a clue earlier! She sent out over their bond, "Rodimus…my Prime…my mate…breed me, please!"
He smiled down her as he cooed out, "My brilliant mate…you said the right words!" He pulled his spike out of her mouth, and placed the fake one back in; he gestured to the berth, "Crawl over there, get on our berth…lay down on your back with your chest plates open and legs spread! I need to see if you're ready to be bred!"
She did as he told her to do; immediately he chained her hands above her head and got the collar off her neck. He got on top of her and caressed her spark casing, "Mm…you're spark is pulsing," he said as he then trailed his hand down to her front port and took out the fake spike out…he used three fingers and thursted them into her port…a stifled gasp of need came out of her vocalizer.
"Finally," he hissed out in desire as he let his chest plates to open, "After all this time…I can finally breed you!" He aligned his spike as well as his spark to her spark and front port. A muffled scream of pleasure came from her as he thursted both of them in unison, "I… (Thrust)…wanted you as mine… (Thrust)…my mate… (Thrust)…my equal… (Thrust)…to breed with you the next generation of Autobots… (Thrust)… and Prime heir… (Thrust)…even when you were human!" he screamed out and with one final thrust they both overloaded into unconsciousness.
Later…dawn …
They drifted lazily half awake and half in recharge; Rodimus had released his mate quite some time ago and now he was nuzzling her neck as they spooned together on the berth. "Do you think we managed it?" he asked as he nibbled her neck.
"If we didn't with that stellar performance," she purred out with satisfaction, "then we'll try again…and again…"
"And again," he whispered to her as he brought her face to his and gave her a deep kiss. As she responded, they repeated their earlier activities…expect this time with her on top of him and they didn't merge their sparks in fear about harming their potential sparkling.
Later that morning…Med Bay…
Gadget scowled as she gazed at the name plate next to the door of the CMO's office: Gadget, CMO of the Autobot Faction. "Do You Gadget like name plate?" asked Swoop as he looked over her shoulder.
"Yes," she growled out in fury, "I just wish I didn't receive this 'promotion' due to that PATSY PIT SPAWN OF A MEDIC!"
Swoop winced as his audios rang, finally he hesitantly asked, "You Gadget ready for first appointment?"
Taking a deep breath to calm down, she replied, "Yes, who do we got?"
"Her Mara Primal," he answered as he looked over the data pad, "coming here after saying bye-bye to parental units and sister."
Gadget closed her optics and pinched her nose bridge in frustration, "Dad warned me about this…"
"Him Ratchet warned about what?" he asked.
She looked up at him as her optic twitched; instead of answering him, she ordered, "Get out the in depth spark scanner and attach it to the internal operating scanner."
Swoop stared at her for a few moments, then he excitedly asked, "You Gadget mean…"
"Exactly," she interrupted him as she gestured for him to get going, "What's that human sparkling song, 'first comes love, and then comes marriage…"
"Then comes baby carriage!" he exclaimed as he quickly followed her orders.
A half an hour later…
Gadget and Swoop stared at the scanner in shock, finally Mara Primal snapped at them, "Well…am I pregnant?!"
Gadget choked out, "Yes, with…"
A couple of hours later…Charr…
Galvatron growled out in fury as he watched the press conference introducing Prime's mate to the universe, he fired his cannon at the screen…while it was still smoking he screamed out, "How could this have happened?! How could Prime bring back Prowl, and find a mate under our fragging noses?! How?!"
As Galvatron continued to rant and rave, Soundwave geastured for Hook to follow him after the 'meeting.'
A few moments later…in the part of the dungeons that contained the slave training area…
Soundwave geastured toward the chained sub mechs and femmes, "Statement: Pick one as your personal slave," he said, "Only condition, bred the slave as soon as possible."
Hook smirked as the strolled along the row of kneeling slaves, "If you're trying to get out of the lecture I was going to give you," he said as he groped one slave, and then moved on to the next one, "you succeeded." He stopped before a green and blue femme with fins on either side of her helm, "Let me feel her out," he pointed to the femme.
Soundwave snapped his fingers, and immediately the chains around her ankles and hands were released; "Statement: She's half trained…she still needs to know her place."
"Just the way I like a slave," he purred out as he stroke one of her fins, "I will enjoy adding my own personal touch to the training." Soundwave didn't say anything to this comment, as he watched Hook grope and caress the slave; finally the medic said, "I'll take her."
A week later…
Hook was walking toward his office as his newly acquired slave crawled next to him, with barely any outer shell on her.
"Nice slave you got there, Hook," said Astrotrain as he stopped him in the hallway.
"Yeah," he replied as he forced her with the leash to nuzzle his spike plate, "A bit more training…and I'll breed the little glitch. Speaking of slaves, I need to see yours and make certain that your sparkling is doing okay in such an old glitch."
Astrotrain grunted in agreement, "Okay, I really don't want to loose him…took me a tron to re-train him after Starscream got done with him! I rather not loose such a fine slave, after all of the work I put into…"
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a familiar laugh coming from Hook's office; "What's going on?!" shouted Astrotrain.
"I don't know," he growled out as gestured at the slave, "Stand up, and keep up with us."
As they raced back into his office, they noticed Soundwave staring horrified at the desk viewer, "What the…" Hook started to say; and then stopped as he gazed into the face of his dead, old, rival, Ratchet.
Ratchet's optics was a brilliant white as he snarled out, "I knew sooner, or later you would be looking up information on the Prime Heritage…did you really think I wouldn't find someway at getting back at you and Scrapple for destroying Delta City University's entire medial library?! Well, let's see how you cope with no medical library at your disposal!"
All of the Decepticons' faces took on a horrified look as every single medical data pad on Hook's shelves exploded; the long dead medic gave a vindictive smile from the view screen, "Have fun trying to replace them Hook…oh! Do be certain to send Soundwave in getting my copies of your copies of the medial library; I made certain that either Prowl or someone else…will be well prepared in greeting him!"
There was silence for a moment, finally Astrotrain nervously said as he watched the fury build up in the medic, "Oh! I think I hear Galvatron calling…got to go!"
As he raced out of the office, Hook turned his full attention to Soundwave who was awkwardly looking at him, "Soundwave," he growled out, "I know you were once part of the Priests of Primus…do whatever you have to do to get whatever slagging curse that your sister put on you off…and then…GO FRAGGING GET ME COPIES OF THE MEDICAL LIBRARY FROM THAT GLITCH GADGET…NO ONE ELSE, BUT YOU GOES TO EARTH! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS COMING OUT OF MY VOCIALIZER?!"
Soundwave didn't say a thing for a moment as his audios rang in pain; finally, he let out a deep sigh as he said, "Affirmative."
As he raced out of the room, Hook pulled the slave by her leash closer to him until they were face to face; "I need to take some frustration out of my system," he growled out as she whimpered in fear, "Guess who's going to help me?" She yelped out as he threw her on the desk and painfully ripped off the part of her outer shell that covered her rear port; "Please, master…" she pleaded, "Don't…"
"Shut up!" he shouted as he thursted his spike into her unprepared port, he smirked in dark pleasure as she screamed out in pain, "You're my slave," he informed her as he kept thrusting in and out of her, "the only thing your allowed to do is give me pleasure and sparklings…that's it…nothing else!" He slapped her aft as he continued to thrust into her, "Understood?"
"Ye-Yes, M-master," she whimpered out in pain, "Y-you're p-pleasure, and s-sparklings."
He grunted as he overloaded into her port; he then backed away and pull her off his desk and onto the floor; "Crawl underneath my desk, and use your mouth on my spike while I work, slave!" he ordered as he pointed to the little space underneath his desk.
"Yes, master," she said as she quickly did what she was ordered to do.
A month later…Billings, Montana…Annual G.I. Joe Reunion at Retired Gen. Abernathy's ranch…
Rodimus and Mara winced as they watched the former and current Joe ninjas try to get passed Ironhide's ion mind field that was under a modified ice rink…the only ones that seemed to be getting past it was Snake Eyes and Jinx. Beside them, Cover Girl let out a deep sigh as she watched the escapades, "They are going to make Beach Head pay dearly for this later when they do the martial arts exhibit," she commented and then bellowed down to her husband, "IVAN BETTER NOT GET HURT, OR YOUR ON THE FUCKING COUCH UNTIL NEXT YEAR'S REUNION!"
"BARBIE DOLL!" he yelled back to her, "THIS IS A ONCE IN LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY…BESIDES HE LOVES WATCHING THIS!"
Cover Girl sighed again as she looked down at her two year old son that was in her husband's arms, clapping his hands and wearing a bright smile on his face; "Lord," she muttered as she rubbed her slight bulging belly, "This next one had better be a girl!"
Beside her, Flint snorted and said sarcastically, "If it is pray she doesn't become a robot…OW!" He rubbed his head as he looked between Cover Girl and his wife who were both glaring at him; sighing he leaned over and stared up at his daughter as well as his son-in-law, he mumbled shamefully, "Sorry."
Mara furiously glared at her father; while Rodimus merely sighed in defeat, "Look," he said, "I realize you wanted to give her a big wedding and walk her down the aisle…but, there is no slagging way for us to do that!"
"Why not?" asked Cover Girl with curiosity, "Don't you either of you have one of those holoform programs like Stigma has?"
"No," replied Prime, "Only those in Special Ops have them."
"Then," Cover Girl suggested, "get Gadget to install one in both of you…you can then get married the human way, and Flint will finally get off his high horse about not giving you away!"
"That's a good idea," muttered Lady Jane thoughtfully, "We wouldn't have to buy her a dress…she can just scan one…"
"We could have it here," continued Flint as he picked up on his wife's train of thought, "Hawk won't mind…and there would be plenty of room."
"Daddy, I…" Mara started to say, but was interrupted by an excited Lady Jane.
"Duke could perform the service," she suggested with a bright smile.
"Guys," Rodimus tried to cut in, "We can't…"
"And everyone can chip in for the food or energon," suggested Cover Girl as she got into their plans.
Rodimus finally lost his temper, and bellowed out for everyone to hear, "FLINT, LADY JANE, WE CAN'T HAVE A WEDDING…NOT RIGHT NOW!"
Silence came over the grounds, as everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the coming argument; "WHY THE HELL NOT?!" Flint roared back at him, "YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND THIS…BUT HUMAN FATHERS NEED TO WALK…"
"DADDY!" interrupted Mara Primal, "GADGET CAN'T INSTALL THE PROGRAM IN ME BECAUSE I AM PREGNANT WITH QUADRUPULTS!"
Everyone stared at them in shock, finally both Flint and Lady Jane screamed out, "WHAT?!"
Calmer, Mara repeated, "Pregnant…Sparked Up…I am going to give birth in five human months, if not earlier."
Flint was silent for a moment, and then he fainted into his wife's lap; Lady Jane rolled her eyes in annoyance as she handed her daughter, Charlotte, into Cover Girl's waiting arms. "Congratulations, you two," as she gently patted her husband's check, "We'll just have the wedding after the birth."
"That sounds reasonable," said Mara cheerfully as she gave her mate a pleading look, "Doesn't Roddy? Then we'll be married in both traditions."
Rodimus Prime let out a deep sigh as he said out loud, "Sure, we can do that," at the same time he sent over their bond, "Mara…you're going to owe me big time for this!"
"I'll make it up to you on our second honeymoon," she sent back to him over their bond.
Five Months Later…Cybertron… Tomb of the Heroic Enlightened…
Prowl looked up at the statues of his old friends…Optimus Prime…Ratchet…Moonracer…Wheeljack…Ironhide…Chromia, "She's just given birth…four sparklings to carry on the Prime Legacy." He turned his full attention to Optimus Prime and smiled sadly, "You're a grandsire…old friend, and I wish you were here to spoil them rotten! Their names are: Blazing Aura, Orion, Ingrid, and Optimus. Yes…they used both your names on the mechs."
He turned his attention to Ratchet and Moonracer, "I am keeping my promise to you, Ratchet…I am starting to date Silverstar," he chuckled in a mixture of amusement and bitterness, "you should have seen her brothers' faces when they found out…they looked horror stricken!"
Shaking his head to clear the humorous memory, he continued, "I am trying to find a mate for your daughter…but it's not easy, not with her father's temper! How did you do it Moonracer? How did you win the spark of you're daughter's sire?!"
Prowl turned his attention to Wheeljack and continued, "Boomer is definitely you're niece, she has somehow convinced Grimlock in helping her with her experiments. Oh! That reminds me of something I need to tell you and Ratchet...Swoop is Med Class 1 now and he is working with Gadget on his surgical qualifications; he is also giving Bombshell flying and Cybertron culture lessons!"
"Let's see…what else's is up with our favorite Dinobots…Sludge is taking art classes at the University of Paris; Stigma has taken Slag on as an apprentice," he told them as he shook his head in disbelief, "Don't ask me how that happened…it still almost causes me to glitch in even thinking about Slag becoming a Warrior of Primus!"
"And as for Snarl," he said as it took all of his will power not to growl out at the mere thought of the paperwork on his desk, "He is helping me as well as Silverstar in cleaning up the slagging mess that Aft Head Magnus made!" He took a deep breath in order to calm down, "And before you ask Ratchet, Psyche Out has told me that First Aid is doing well in his classes at NYCU…hopefully, he will be a better psychologist than he was a medic! Don't worry Ratchet; Psyche Out is making sure he understands patient confidentiality this time around…though Gadget still tries to sneak into NYC in order to 'talk' with him!"
He turned his attention to Ironhide and Chromia, "As for you two…if I didn't know any better…I would say that both of you had been reborn inside two, human sparklings I had just met!" he exclaimed, and was about to say more, when he's comm. unit called out, "Me Grimlock to You Prowl, sorry to bother You Prowl…but press wants update if Her Mara has given birth yet and Him Prime still out cold."
Prowl shook his head in amusement, "Like father, like son," he muttered and then replied over his comm. unit, "Prowl to Grimlock, I'm on my way."
As he left the tomb, Moonracer turned to the other spirits around her, "Perhaps, someone should tell him that he's hunch is right about Ivan Sneeden and Charlotte Fairborne?"
"No," answered Optimus Prime calmly as he watched his former SIC racing off into the distance, "Some things the living can never know…come...let's go home…back to where all are one."