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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“She’s pregnant Grapple! She’s really, really pregnant!” Wheeljack said happily as he danced around their quarters. His blue optics gleaming in bliss! He knew what he’d felt with his spark – and now knew exactly what it meant!

Grapple sat down on their berth. He’d been very surprised when Hunter had assigned them to their own quarters – together. It was obvious by her actions that she supported their relationship. More importantly, they’d pleased her when they’d ‘shared’ each other with her. He couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction a bit over that. For even though she played it off as if she’d been the one in control – it had been the mechs in control. Pure and simple! And that felt so good… So good…

Granted, they didn’t very well have a choice in the matter, now did they? But now they’d found out that they could affect HOW they were shared. And that was the important thing. And if they made sure to ‘please’ her during the process, life was good. And now they had half a day cycle of ordered ‘free time’. “Wonder how long it takes for the sparklings to gain enough strength to separate from hers?” he pondered aloud.

Wheeljack stopped his dancing as he considered this. “You know, I haven’t seen any mention of gestation time within those files I’ve been studying – guess you haven’t either?” he asked as he plopped himself down next to his mate.

Shaking his head, Grapple swung his legs onto the berth and propped himself in a sitting position against the bulkhead. “But as smart as she is, we’ve got plenty of time to manufacture and build everything before it’s time,” he said as he stared out their small porthole and looked out at the stars.

Wheeljack sighed in agreement. Shifting his chassis, he laid on the berth with his helm resting on Grapple’s upper leg armor. He stared out the porthole with his mate. “The Autobots are darned lucky that she’s not a con,” he stated.

Grapple nodded, but that sneaking suspicion that she was sired by a con returned to his meta. He wondered what Wheeljack would think of his theory. “Yep, but I bet her sire was one,” he chuckled lightheartedly.

Looking up at his mate, a brief look of surprise flowed over Wheeljack’s face. It was swiftly replaced by one of agreement. “With her temperament, I’d have to agree,” he replied.

“Well, Mirage did say that she’d led him to believe that he had ‘talked her into’ using us as sires by convincing her that we would produce intelligent sparklings,” Grapple stated flatly. It was ironic that the bounty hunter had already made her decision before the spy had even thought of it. Primus - was she manipulative!

“Hmmm, so you think somehow we pass our intellect and maybe some of our personality traits onto the sparklings?” Wheeljack mumbled.

“I wish Perceptor was here, he could explain this whole budding and protoform process,” Grapple said as he looked slightly downcast. That whole section of the files was highly confusing to him to say the least, so he’d just simply glanced through it and gone onto the files concerning what he’d be involved in. This was the final stage of the Guardian ‘growth’, when they matured into full transformers.

Wheeljack nodded, “Yep, but this is so new to us, and he’d just compare it to organics.”

A grin passed over Grapple’s face. “You realize that even though we don’t quite understand what happens inside Hunter, it doesn’t happen until she bonds with one of us. So we have a lot to do with the resulting sparklings.” He leaned back against the bulkhead and crossed his arms as he thought.

“So you think there’s a good chance they’ll act and think more like us?” Wheeljack wondered. It would be very, very good if the next generation of Guardians didn’t act so – Decepticon. Like Hunter did. Perhaps there’d be a good medium between the two extremes?

“Hope so,” the architect nodded. He imagined having another mech that was fascinated with design and construction to hang around with. A mech that was HIS offspring! It was a wonderful vision indeed.

Wheeljack was thinking along the same lines. Another inventor!?! Wow! The things he and his sparkling could invent! He grinned at Grapple, “-And she never once realized that we were communicating over the new com link either!-” he said in a victorious tone over their com link.

Grapple couldn’t help it, he snickered deviously. “-Darn good idea that Mirage had. Now we just have to get one in him,-” he replied silently with a smirk.

“-Feels good to pull one over on her,-” Wheeljack radioed back with a mischievous grin.

Looking down at the mech’s head in his lap, Grapple couldn’t help but chuckle as he scanned both of their chassis. They were smudged and coated with the evidence of their pleasure. Both of them truly a mess! “Yep, sure felt good,” he said aloud, referring to both the bonding and the manipulation, “But I think we need to clean up.”

Wheeljack looked quizzically up at him, then lifted his head and scanned their chassis. Plopping his head back down with a loud thud, he joined Grapple in laughter.
***

Mirage turned his head briefly at the sound of the bridge door sliding open. The muffled ‘swish’ followed by the sound of carbide thrusters hitting the metal floor as the Seeker strolled in. Her optics were a pleased amber shade, and from her expression, he suspected she’d spent some time ‘enjoying’ his two friends. His optics opened a bit wider as he noticed evidence of superficial damage along the backs of her wings. Just what had she been doing?!?! He thought to himself. But she didn’t look angry or miffed. In fact, she looked – satisfied. Yes, satisfied was the word for it. So whatever she’d done with his friends had apparently been very pleasurable for her.

He just hoped that it’d been as pleasurable for them as it had been for her. With Hunter, one never knew. But he hoped that would soon change. That the mechs working as a team could force her to agree to some basic terms, they just had to bide their time. Find reasons that she had to have them - things that would give them some negotiating power with her.

She sat down next to him, glancing over the backlog of emails on the communications console. Her demeanor one of satisfaction.. Of relaxation.. Almost like that of an Autobot after a job well done – instead of a cold-sparked, bitter Seeker.

Mirage continued to warily watch her out of the corner of his optics. That’s when he noticed a strange new color begin to swirl in her optics. A light blue beginning to intermingle with the amber.. Causing a greenish hue to flood her calm shade… His optics narrowed in confusion. Just what was going on? Why the subtle change in personality along with the change in her optics? He knew better than to ask her though..

“You must be getting fragged Mirage, take a break for four astrohours,” she ordered without looking up. Her voice had a strange edge to it – almost ‘warm’ in tone.

Setting the Autopilot, Mirage stood up. Glancing at her damaged wings and her odd optics, he again wondered what was going on. He briefly considered asking her, but then thought better of it. She was in a very, very good mood right now – and he didn’t want to even chance changing that! Maybe Wheeljack had a clue? And he needed to see if Wheeljack had managed to put together those private com links he had asked for. So with a soft ‘Yes ma-am’ he left the bridge.

Wandering down the main corridor, he heard soft conversation coming from quarter’s number three. Figuring it was his two friends; he rapped on the door and smiled as it slid open with a whoosh.

“Hey Mirage, how you been?” Wheeljack asked, looking up from his position. He was bent over Grapple with some solvent and a rag, cleaning the mech’s lower abdominal armor.

Mirage cocked his head in curiosity, his sharp optics noting the obvious smeared lubricant all over Wheeljack’s inner thigh armor, the fingerprints and smudges all over his back. But there was no obvious damage to either mech, no signs of pain. Just what HAD gone on between them and Hunter?!?

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Mirage figured he’d find out soon enough. Smiling at the two, the mech settled himself down on their couch. “Pretty good, so she gave you two some time off too?” he asked. This was very odd for the femme, since she had previously been in the habit of forcing the mechs to basically lock themselves in their separate work stations and work frantically without any social breaks. They even defragged on the floor or repair tables of their work bays.

“Yep! Even assigned us quarters together – can you believe that?!?” the inventor chuckled happily as he finished cleaning that section of Grapple’s armor, and shifted his attention to Grapple’s inner thigh armor. This was so much better than spending day cycle after day cycle stuck in his med bay, with no one but himself to talk to. He was going to enjoy this break for all it was worth!

His curiosity was becoming overwhelming now, but Mirage forced himself to keep the conversation light. “She’s starting to act strange – and have you noticed her optics?” Mirage asked the two. He swung his feet off the floor and lounged comfortably on the couch. He wasn’t really complaining, but if they could somehow keep the femme acting like this, life would be much easier! Whatever had the two done to get the femme in this mood???

“We just pleased the frag out of her, so she’s in a very good mood,” Wheeljack chuckled as he winked at Mirage. Heck, a little ‘creative engineering’ on some mech ‘toys’ here-and-there was worth it to keep the Seeker in a good mood. Setting the cleaning materials on the berth next to Grapple, he stood up and wandered over to Mirage. Mischief gleamed in his optics, for he knew they had to be careful since they never knew if Hunter was watching. Leaning over his friend, he gave him a passionate kiss, hiding the fact that his hand slid under Mirage’s armor and deftly installed a private com link. “Hunter’s right, you do kiss good!” he snickered as he released Mirage’s lips and waltzed back to the berth. His optics gleaming so brightly at the fun he was starting to have in this game of manipulation!

“But does he kiss as good as me?” Grapple demanded to know as he grabbed his bond mate and forced their lips together.

Mirage gave them both a knowing smile as they spent several astrominutes lip locked in an apparent passionate kiss. Without a word he linked his systems into the COM link. Wheeljack had done very, very well! Now they’d be able to coordinate their activities and freely share information, even if she tried to keep them isolated from each other. ‘-So which of us is the best kisser?-’ he joked over their private link.

‘-Hold on, I’m still comparing,-’ Wheeljack snickered in his meta. He climbed on top of Grapple, not bothered in the least by the audience. After all they’d been through, modesty was no longer important.

Mirage grinned as he watched. It felt good to see his two friends happy again. So good to see that they enjoyed living again! Now if they could just work it right, perhaps they’d never have to feel pain or fear again? He relaxed into the soft rubber coating of the mech couch. A touch of longing tried to waif its clinging tendrils over his meta. A longing to have what the two mechs had. A chance at true love again. He felt his emotions try to titter over the abyss of self-pity. Shaking his head slightly as he curled his fingers tightly, he forced those thoughts back down. Forced himself to become emotionally hard again. He’d known what he was getting himself into when he’d made that oath to Hunter. True, she’d manipulated him at first. Made the idealistic mech hope for a possible future where they might like, or even love, each other. But it wasn’t meant to be. He’d be happy just to force the femme to show him some mutual respect.

Now his meta was focused on that thought, pushing down his internal longing for something more in his life. Yes, it was a nice image of Hunter showing them some respect - Of her actually wanting to make bonding pleasurable for her partners as well as herself. Then he remembered her damaged wings, her strange behavior.. ‘-If you two aren’t too busy, could you answer something?-’ he radioed to them.

‘-Mmmm, nice when you can kiss and communicate at the same time – isn’t it?-’ Grapple joked. For fun, he grabbed Wheeljack’s aft and squeezed.

Mirage rolled his optics. ‘-You two have turned into freagin’ perverts – haven’t you?-’ he silently replied. Shifting his optics away from the two, he stared out the little round portal at the stars. The longing within him, now shifted from a longing for love – to the old familiar ache of homesickness.

‘-Jealous?-’ Wheeljack snickered in his head.

Returning his optics back to the mechs, Mirage gave slight shake of his head. But his emotions had been rocked by that simple word. Yes, in a sense he was jealous of their love for each other. But he wouldn’t take back the oath he had made. The oath that would forever keep him from having the same chance they did. For without his oath – they’d have never been saved from the Insecticons. Keeping his emotional turmoil hidden, he simply smiled. ‘-What the heck did you do to Hunter?-’ he radioed.

This caused an immediate reaction. Both mechs started shrieking in laughter. Their kiss competition forgotten, the two actually rolled off the berth they were laughing so hard.

Mirage’s optic ridges went up in surprise. ‘-What’s so funny? What’d you do?-’ he asked them.

Wheeljack’s optics briefly met his, tears of laughter flowing down his face. ‘-Um, nothing much,-’ he snickered silently. The tone of his radioed voice told Mirage that he was lying his aft off.

Grapple swiped at the inventor, laughing even harder than Mirage thought was possible for a mech. ‘-The perv here made a modified Activator for the femme,-’ he snickered as he cuffed Wheeljack again.

Mirage was beginning to wonder if his two friends had suddenly been swapped with Sideswipe and Bluestreak, they sure were acting like those two! But Wheeljack had actually built an Activator type device for the femme – and she’d actually been convinced to USE the thing!?! His mouth fell open in total shock. So dumbfounded was he, that he couldn’t even think of a response to radio back.

‘-Oh, that’s not the best part,-’ Wheeljack snickered as he cuffed Grapple back, ‘-Grapple here decided that we’d give the bitch a double mech experience.-’

‘-We got a little carried away. Well, damn! It felt so good to be in control for once you know…-’ Grapple added. He dodged another cuff from Wheeljack, and then started to tickle the mech. They began to roll around the room, trying to get the best of each other as they tickled.

‘-You RAPED her?!?-’ Mirage radioed in disbelief. But Hunter hadn’t looked pissed at all; in fact, she acted as if she’d raped them.

The two mechs finally quit roughhousing. Sitting on the floor next to each other, they looked up at Mirage with truly slag-eating grins on their faces. ‘-Well, we THOUGHT we were,-’ Wheeljack radioed with a shrug.

Exchanging a glance with him, Grapple made a bemused gesture. ‘-But when I let loose of her lips the fraggin’ bitch screamed for more!-’ he explained silently as he rose to his feet.

Mirage looked from one-to-the-other, ‘-You’re serious?!?-’ he radioed in disbelief.

Wheeljack winked at him, ‘-Yep, turns out our ‘Master’ loves to be dominated.-’

He felt a wave of heat wash over him. He’d never once have thought that about the femme! The orbit cycles she’d come and used him for her pleasure. She’d always seemed to crave control over him. Even when Onslaught had been a part of the experience – she’d never once let that mech have control over her. Hell, she’d never even let that mech truly bond with her.

An arm went across him, forcing him out of his thoughts. Shifting his optics, he looked up into Wheeljack’s. Grapple standing just behind the mech. ‘-You know, I bet that Hunter hasn’t allowed herself to truly overload since she left her dimension-,’ he said within the other two mech’s heads.

Grapple motioned for Mirage to shift his legs so that he could sit down. “Why?” he asked out loud.

“Well, think of it like she does. She’s totally helpless after an overload. Would YOU willingly do that around a Decepticon?” Wheeljack asked. He didn’t care if the femme was in the room, worst she could do was beat him.

Mirage sat up, scooting a bit to give Wheeljack room as well. “You’ve got a point. But why do it with you two? You’re slaves. You might decide to get revenge while she’s out,” he replied. He too, realized that they were being very bold saying this stuff out loud. But it would be stuff that Hunter would expect them to discuss. She’d actually get suspicious if they didn’t.

“Because she’s obviously been around Autobots, she knows our word is good,” Grapple said as he lifted up Mirage’s legs and set them across his lap so that he could lean back on the couch. Even as they joked about Hunter, Grapple noticed an almost haunted look in the spy’s optics. It was similar to the mech’s old ‘homesick’ expression that he had been so well known for back in the day cycles before they’d become slaves. But it wasn’t that. Something just told Grapple that the mech needed to be touched.. To be held.. He rubbed his fingers lightly on his black and white friend’s leg armor.

“She did say that Guardians take mates from both factions, so she probably has half-Autobot cousins or something,” Wheeljack added. His optics met those of Grapple’s, and then he glanced at Mirage’s. He noticed the same haunted look in the mech’s optics that his mate did. An emotion that Mirage was trying desperately to hide from them.. Taking Grapple’s lead, he tapped Mirage and motioned for him to lay his head down in his lap. As the mech did so, the inventor drummed his fingers on his chest armor as he thought.

He relaxed at the familiar touch of his friends. The warmth of their armor against his made his hidden loneliness seem to fade a little. Enjoying the attention more than his friends would ever know, Mirage grinned up at Grapple, “So you believe she was thinking ‘long term’ when she chose to use us as sires?”

“Who’s gonna help her raise and protect helpless sparklings?” Grapple said with a grin. His grin was just as much for his comment, as was it for the lightening of mood in Mirage’s optics. The mech was obviously lonely and hiding it. True, he had a ‘bond mate’, but Grapple knew that there was no love there.. Not even a lot of respect there either. He glanced over at Wheeljack. They had so much compared to Mirage. They had each other. They had love. The poor spy had given all future hope for that up when he had made his oath to Hunter. But it was through his sacrifice that Grapple and Wheeljack could now have love. They owed the mech. Even more than just for their lives!

“Decepticons wouldn’t understand the maturity time. They’d force them to fight when they’re too young,” Wheeljack added. He locked optics with Grapple, seemingly reading his mate’s thoughts simply through his optics. Could they become an ‘unofficial threesome’? Give Mirage the love he needed.. That he deserved.. It was an unheard of situation back in the Autobot faction. There were no ‘trio bond mates’. It was unacceptable, taboo. But they were factionless former slave whores now. They’d been forced to break every taboo known. So why not?!? Mirage had given up his chance at having a true ‘bond mate’ in order to save slaves like them.

‘-So we’ve got a femme that needs mechs she can trust under all circumstances? A femme that was possibly raised around Autobot relatives and understands how we are programmed?-’ Mirage radioed to his friends. His meta already scheming up a way to use this information. His optics were becoming softer as his systems continued to react to the friendly ‘petting’ that his old comrades were doing to his armor. If they only knew how much it really meant to him…

The two nodded. “So, you wanna know what she REALLY likes?” Grapple asked with a mischievous grin. Heck, the femme had only seemed to be concerned if he and Wheeljack had actually bonded with each other, so perhaps simple self or mutual interfacing wouldn’t bother her. He’d claim that’s what he’d thought if it did piss her off.

“It feels wonderful!” Wheeljack added with a smirk.

Mirage shrugged. It had been so long since he’d been with an Autobot. So long since he’d truly felt pleasure without any fear, any pain… But they were bond mates. Why would they offer to share each other with him? Back in the Autobot camp, once you declared yourselves bond mates, you were monogamous – period. It was taboo to ‘share’ like single mechs did. ‘-But I thought you two were bond mates?-’ he radioed to them, his optics switching from one to the other. He didn’t want to cause any problems between them. They deserved this relationship after all they’d been through.

Wheeljack traced his cheek, his fingers drifting down along his jawline. ‘- You know we owe you everything we have. Our lives, our future, our sparklings…-’

‘-Even this second chance at love.-’ Grapple finished for him. A soft smile was on his face as he locked optics with Mirage.

Bending down, the inventor kissed the top of his shiny black helm. ‘-We know there’s no love between you and Hunter..-’

‘-Probably never will be either,-’ Grapple added. His radioed voice showed his sympathy for the hard, cold relationship that Mirage was trapped in.

Tears filled Mirage’s optics at their silent words. They knew how trapped he felt. How jealous he really was over the love they now had. He turned his head, not able to look at either of them in the optic. But he felt Wheeljack’s hand on the side of his helm, forcing him to turn his head, meet the mech’s brilliant blue optics..

‘-I know its taboo to ask this, to offer this. But hell, we’ve already broken every Autobot taboo there is,-’ the white mech radioed in a soft voice.

Grapple smiled warmly, the warmth radiated from his optics as well. This made it obvious that it was a mutual decision between them. ‘-All our sparklings will be siblings. We are ‘family’ forever now. Why don’t you secretly join us? We will all be bond mates to each other then,-’

Mirage’s spark leapt in joy at the unheard of offer. True, he would always be Hunter’s ‘official bond mate’, and thus, she would always come first. But to have this chance at love, even though it would always be in secret, was incredible. Tears of happiness streamed down his face as he mouthed ‘yes’ to the two mechs.

The two mechs engaged in a passionate kiss as their hands roved over his chassis. Their gentle fingers explored every inch of his gleaming armor. Throwing his head back, Mirage moaned in ecstasy at their touch. His spark soared at being included in the triangle of love. He didn’t care if Hunter was watching. If his show of emotion would enrage her, somehow this chance for love made the future potential of a beating seem worth it. He’d welcome it. Because frankly; being beaten no longer terrified him anymore. Spreading his legs, he trembled in anticipation as Grapple unlatched his codpiece.

Wheeljack bent down, taking his lips gently. His glossa asking for entrance, so different from the forceful kisses that Mirage had grown so used to.. As he parted his lips and allowed him access, he felt fingers tracing both of his ports. Not really understanding why Grapple would want his little used secondary port opened, he did it anyway. Fully trusting that his old friend, and now secret mate, would only give him pleasure, no matter what he did.

He arched in ecstasy as he felt those fingers continue to tease the ports. Lubricant slowly dripped into them. The cold sensation of the fluid as it flowed along their interior walls drove his internal sensory bundles wild. Then the tips of a finger slowly went into each port, spreading the lubricant in a thin even coat. Mirage trembled violently, his hands grasping Wheeljack’s, his legs spreading yet further.

Grapple slid out from under his legs, and kneeled next to the couch, his fingers resuming their play. He glanced up at Wheeljack, “Should I?” he asked his bond mate.

“Only if you plan to do it to me afterward,” Wheeljack replied with a gleam in his optics as he briefly released Mirage’s lips. After being broken by the cons and forced to pleasure dozens of them each day cycle - Sharing themselves with friends, and offering to include more mates into their relationship, didn’t seem a big deal anymore. In fact, it made the former slaves feel that much more bonded with each other.

“You two have become such pervs,” Mirage moaned. He grinned up at Wheeljack as he responded to Grapple’s tap on the hatch over his bonding cable by sliding it open. Primus! He could learn to love Wheeljack for his creativity, even if the rumors had always made it obvious that they tended to center around eroticism. He’d do anything the mechs asked. Try any position. It didn’t matter, it was the inclusion into the love that mattered.

“And you’re enjoying every moment of it,” Wheeljack snickered. His spark pulsated fiercely against his spark chamber. His engine revved slightly in excitement as he looked at the gorgeous mech trembling in his lap. Those beautiful optics looking up at him in sheer bliss.

Mirage nodded as he gasped. Grapple reached into him and gently teased him into extending his bonding cables out. “Tell ya what, I’ll do whatever this is to him - while he does it to you,” he gasped.

Grapple smirked as he flicked his glossa over the tip of Mirage’s bonding cable. “I’m holding you to that,” he snickered. This trio relationship was definitely going to make things interesting…

Mirage could utter no more words as his bonding cable was swallowed by Grapple. The architect’s fingers sliding in and out of his two opened receiving ports. He spasmed uncontrollably as the mech’s glossa danced along his cable. The intense suction driving him wild. Then lips pressed down on his, and he opened himself to the gentle invasion of Wheeljack’s glossa just as he opened himself to Grapple’s exploring fingers.

Amazingly, without actually bonding, Mirage felt his breakers begin to overload one-by-one. The intensity of the multiple sensory overload sequences racing through his nets. With a final shudder, he went still..

***

“So what were you mumbling about Hunter’s optics earlier?” Wheeljack mumbled as he rebooted. His entire chassis seemed to tingle with electrical impulses. With half-activated optics, he lazily turned his head and looked across the floor at Mirage. Boy, now he could really understand why the single Autobots had those orgies back home! Sensory play was almost as satisfying as actual bonding! And now they’d have the opportunity whenever Hunter allowed them time off at the same time. It was going to be great!

With a satisfied smile, Grapple met Mirage’s optics. He hadn’t noticed anything different about her strange swirling optics. Granted, he’d been paying more attention to her spark than her optics. Cocking his head in interest, he nodded at the black and white mech. “What do you mean – her optics?” he asked.

Mirage shrugged, “They’ve got a strange blue swirl starting – it shows up when they’re pure amber.” He slowly sat up, looking down at his chassis; he realized he had a lot of cleanup to do before he went back to the bridge. He grinned at his friends, his secret mates. The fact that they were all now free of bonding morals – made for some truly pleasurable ‘off time’ activities…

Wheeljack shot upright, “Seriously? Primus – and we just thought getting pregnant changed her spark!” His blue optics widened with his surprise. He wondered what other changes they would see in the femme.

Looking from mech-to-mech, Mirage wondered what in the heck they were talking about. “Her spark?” he asked.

Grapple nodded, “We just bonded with her. Her spark’s different. Stronger.. More overwhelming.. and-”

“-- It’s turning more blue,” Wheeljack finished for him. All Autobots knew the differences between sparks. Autobots tended to have blue sparks that somehow felt ‘soft’, whereas Decepticons tended to have red sparks that felt like sheer fire. Hunter’s was strange - A multicolored spark that could change from gentle to fire depending on her mood. Obviously, this was the result from the Guardians hybridizing their sparks with different factions from generation to generation.

“So she’s definitely pregnant then,” Mirage said in wonder. He didn’t think the femme would brag about her form of reproduction if she was lying about it. But with Hunter – one never knew what to believe. Now the pregnancy had apparently been confirmed.

“So her spark and her optics change when she’s pregnant. Wonder if anything else does?” Grapple pondered out loud. This was such an unknown realm for the mechs of his dimension. He wished they could just ask Hunter to explain it. But none of them would tempt her temper with ANY personal questions. ‘-I wonder how we can use this to our advantage?-’ he pondered inside his friend’s metas.

The white mech next to him shrugged. “I do recall Perceptor discussing how interesting it was when organic creatures got pregnant. Seemed to calm the females down, make them want to nest or something. But I think it was an organic chemical release that caused it. Something called ‘hormones’,” he said out loud. ‘-And I recall hearing something about them being helpless during birth and stuff too,-’ he added silently.

“Sloggers, she needs a bunch of ‘hormones’ that’s for sure!” Grapple exclaimed. ‘-And if she’s helpless, then that’d be a good time to negotiate new terms?-’ he said over the private link.

The three of them laughed at his spoken joke as well as the possibility that he was right with his unspoken ponderings. But mechs didn’t have ‘hormones’ – so just what was going on inside Hunter? Would the temporary change in her, be good for them? They all hoped so.. Life would be so much easier if she calmed down a tad!

Mirage glanced from mech-to-mech. ‘-So tell me what else you two have found out. Anything we can use for negotiations?-’ he asked silently. Stretching lazily, he half-closed his optics, pretending to be doing nothing more than relaxing after an intense overload.

Taking his ‘leader’s’ cue; Wheeljack snuggled against Grapple and smiled with a peaceful expression, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. ‘-Oh, we’ve found out more than we thought we ever would…-’ he silently reported. Then he and Grapple relayed all of the information over the com link.

Mirage’s devious grin deepened as he was silently informed of everything that the two mechs had found out. Hunter had no idea. No idea that she was fixing to have to kiss their afts from now on!

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