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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: We are still writing. I just keep falling behind what with the apparent lack of any interest. But here, have some more sex.

Froggy: There’s more to come. It’s just that Harley has so many great ideas and... well... I’m just not always up to role-playing.

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Chapter Eighteen: Sex Is Not Love

Dirge woke up in the abandoned mine. She wasn't confused, the way many people were when they woke up. She knew exactly who she was, where she was, and what she was going to do already. She looked down at Bumblebee, all curled up and recharging at her feet, and a huge wave of contempt washed over her. Still, she needed him for now. Or perhaps more accurately, she needed his fear, his confusion, and his idiocy for now. Anything else she got was a bonus. She just hoped he'd be ready for sending back today. She wasn't designed to sit for protoforms.

After a while, Bumblebee started to uncurl and stretch, yawning as his CPU came fully back online. Where Dirge had broken his leg, the young Autobot had slapped together and welded a brace to support his weight until it could be mended properly. Blinking his red optics online, Bumblebee noticed Dirge awake as well, and he cheerfully greeted her, "Ah, good morning!"

A pleasant smile spread across Dirge's face - at least, she hoped it was pleasant; she'd been practicing it most of the night, "Good morning, Bumblebee! Are you feeling better now? After all, you did have a nasty shock yesterday..."

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Bumblebee nodded to his new friend, "Yeah. I'm feeling better now, I think,” he said, looking himself over and then glancing back at her, "How are you doing?" His wide-eyed enthusiastic look, bright smile, and welcoming tone of voice was not something Dirge was used to being around, and it was almost enough to melt the ice around her cruel spark. Almost.

"I sat up and watched over you all night," Dirge lied. She'd stayed awake until he was asleep, then, fortunately woke up before he woke, "Just in case anybody like Starscream or Prowl or anybody else who doesn't trust you tried to take you away. So I'm a little tired..."

"Aww..." Bumblebee uttered, crawling over to the seeker's side, laying a hand on her shoulder, "Thank you. I appreciate it. You should rest for a while. I'll watch over you now, ok?" Among the Decepticons, anyone who would so generously offer something like that, and in such a polite manner, was obviously trying to gain favour or trying to get them to lower their guard. Oddly enough, though, Bumblebee seemed genuine in his intentions.

"No, no..." Dirge smirked, "That's sweet of you... but are you sure that your friends won't be missing you? Perhaps I should drop you off near Detroit. Then I'll head back to the Nemesis."

"Nah, they'll be fine,” The Autobot assured her, "You've earned a break. Besides, it can't be that fun hanging around Starscream or Megatron, right? Relax! You'll like it."

Dirge didn't want to rest. She wanted to continue manipulating Bumblebee. But perhaps an hour or two of recharge would, in the circumstances, be the best way to manipulate him right now, "Okay," she said, "I trust you, Bumblebee." She settled down, setting her internal clock to wake her up in a couple of hours, and shuttered her optics.

Seeing her relent to his suggestion, Bumblebee looked very pleased. The young mech stood up and stretched briefly, and although he wasn't thinking about, the move had displayed the vulnerable 'bot's rear to Dirge quite clearly before he relaxed and sat down again. He was considerably smaller than the seeker, which was perfect for him when he scooted in against her side, a sign of affection for Dirge.

Before she entered recharge, Dirge felt another wave of contempt wash over her. The Autobot was so dependant, so pathetically weak! And stupid too. A matter of hours ago he had been screaming for mercy, now he was cuddling up to her as if she was his designer. Well, she could certainly make use of that kind of trust...

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Bumblebee was still sprawled out at Dirge's side while she took her needed rest, the young Autobot keeping watch while he warmed himself against her chassis, smiling contently. To him, things were finally starting to look up. Having a new friend and ally inside the Decepticons would be useful for keeping tabs on them and sabotaging whatever Starscream had planned. More than that, though, it proved to Bumblebee that not all hope was lost for him, and that Hotwire really was right. He just needed to keep her safe, now...

Dirge came out of recharge, and looked at Bumblebee, still cuddled up next to him. It was nauseating. But necessary. She patted him on the back of his helm, "Hey there, pretty little bug," she smiled, "I half-expected you to drive away while I was resting."

"Nah, I wouldn't do that!" he replied with a smile of his own. Pressing up against her, he wrapped his arms around her torso, embracing the Decepticon seeker. "How was your recharge?" he asked her.

"Oh, just fine," Dirge patted him on the back, "But I'm still worried about you... after seeing somebody you cared about being used like that... what are you going to do when you go back to the Autobots?"

Bumblebee rested his head on her shoulder, looking uncertain. "I have to face Hotwire and talk to her. I have to make sure she's alright. I have to make sure that Prowl won't hurt her." The little mech shivered slightly against her, obviously not looking forward to that eventuality. He added very softly, almost in a whisper, "What about you? What will you do when you get back? What's it like being a Decepticon, anyway?"

"What's it like being an Autobot?" Dirge smiled dryly, "Don't worry about me. I won't get into any trouble. I'm more worried about you. After all, if your friends don't really trust you... they might hurt you if you give them the chance. You are going to use those little bugs to protect yourself, right?"

Bumblebee nodded. "Yep,” he answered cheerfully, still holding onto her, "But really... I want to know. Why be a Decepticon?"

Dirge considered her answer, "I don't know about the others," she said, "But Starscream made me that way. Maybe that's why I hate him so much." She knew, she just knew that Bumblebee was going to try to convince her to be an Autobot, the little wretch, "I told you, don't worry about me. Worry more about the things that concern you. You can't trust your friends."

"I'm not worried. I just..." Bumblebee paused, affectionately rubbing her with one hand, "I never met a neutral before, so when I met Hotwire it... it opened my optics. And I've never really talked with a Decepticon. I wonder if there's something to it we've all missed."

Dirge smiled, remembering some of the ridiculous lines Hotwire spouted about neutrality, "The Autobots almost crushed the Decepticons," she said, "Wiping us out for what we believe in - a Cybertron at its strongest. Now we're just trying to survive. The Autobots want to wipe us all out..."

Bumblebee was quiet for a moment, resting against her as he considered this. "Autobots want a strong Cybertron, too,” he said at last, "I just think they didn't agree with your way of getting it. Well... Megatron's way."

"Yes, it's a real shame this had to happen," Dirge agreed, "I see now you want to help me..." she suggested.

"Yeah, I guess so,” he replied, rubbing his cheek against her, "It's all so messed up. I... I know I have to leave soon. I just don't want to."

"Shhh..." Dirge smiled, "I don't blame you. I'd ask you to come back with me, but you're not safe in the Decepticon base. I wanted to help you... I guess I went about it the wrong way."

"No, you did fine,” Bumblebee insisted, facing her and smiling, "I just... I guess I could learn something about strength from Decepticons, huh? I like my friends and all, but they always treat me like the dumb kid. You don't."

"Ah... well, you're no dumb kid, Bumblebee," Dirge smiled again, "I bet you could outsmart any one of your Autobot comrades."

"Heh, you bet I could!" Bumblebee said confidently as he laid against the reclining seeker, his cheek almost touching hers. Then, on a whim, Bumblebee nuzzled the femme carefully, unsure as to how she would take it. He didn't know much about Decepticons, but he knew that gestures of affection were not something they were used to.

Inside her head, Dirge chuckled evilly. This was going even better than expected. It looked like she might get laid after all... "You're very sweet, Bumblebee," she said, "I just can't see why Hotwire would deprive you of her attention, especially not an aggressive loner like Prowl..."

"You really think so?" Bumblebee said in a voice which quivered ever so slightly. The mech realised suddenly how close he was to a femme that he found attractive... a little scary, yes, but attractive nonetheless.

"Oh, yes," Dirge smiled sweetly, "I just can't believe that somebody like you would ever trust somebody like me." Another lie. Of course she believed it - she'd been working towards it ever since she'd caught Bumblebee. What was difficult to believe was how stupid the little yellow bug was turning out to be.

It only became more incredulous when, slowly and tentatively, Bumblebee pressed his lips against her, kissing her softly.

Dirge broke the kiss after counting to three, "You must really trust me, Bumblebee," she smiled, "Amazing... nobody's ever trusted me before..." Nobody's been stupid enough to before, she thought, The idiocy of this weak Autobot actually shows that some of them have good ideas sometimes.

Bumblebee smiled, encouraged by Dirge, "If you can't trust anyone, that's an awfully lonely life, you know?" he said quietly before leaning in to kiss her again. This time, it wasn't so tentative. It was almost eager, in fact, lively. It was likely the mech had never done this before. Voluntarily, at least. Yet now here he was, kissing someone who was his captor not that long ago, having faith in her. It was a testament to how easily he could forgive. When he finally pulled out of the kiss, optics shining at her, he shyly said, "I, uh, I want to do something for you..."

"You do?" Dirge looked surprised, "What could that be?" she asked coyly. The last step to gaining his trust. She wanted him to trust her more than that undecided freak, Hotwire. That way, even if Hotwire found out she would find it quite impossible to break the hold, "I want to be able to protect you," she reminded Bumblebee.

"I just... I, um..." Bumblebee smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by what he was about to ask. Unexpectedly, the young Autobot suddenly crawled down Dirge's body, kneeling down between her long legs, and the femme could feel Bumblebee's fingertips resting on the edge of the plate that covered up her crotch, "I remember you really liking this..."

"Yes," Dirge said, "And I am so sorry that I forced you to do it. Are you really sure you want to do it this time?" That was one thing Bumblebee was good with. His mouth. He was offering to eat her out after just two days. Wow, if only she'd known how easy it was before... she should have started when he was back at the base.

Bumblebee's response was to give her the cocky smile that she had begun to associate with him when he was relaxed, rather than a scared prisoner. The young Autobot pulled away her crotch plating, gazing at her exposed access port before he chuckled nervously and pressed his nose and mouth against it. He was a bit slow to start, probing the wired insides with his tongue, almost teasing her with it before he started to lap at it. The mech had shown a talent for this back at base, but now, somehow, he was doing even better. Whenever any mech had done this to her before, it was always reluctantly, done either out of fear or appeasement, but now... Bumblebee was enjoying it. More than that, he was working to please her, wanted her to enjoy it.

Dirge lowered herself into a sitting position, making it easier for herself to enjoy Bumblebee's attention... she had a vast amount of power over him, and the more he devoted himself to her, the more she despised him. But she enjoyed it too. She began to moan with pleasure, spreading her legs, "My sweet little Bumblebee..." she moaned.

Bumblebee hummed contently as he continued licking, tasting the oily lubricant she began to produce from the stimulation. He reached around her waist as she sat down to grip her rear tightly. The young mech swirled his tongue around inside her, rubbing it against sensitive circuitry, setting off the pleasure centers of her CPU. Horrible as it was, his time in the Decepticon base had taught the yellow mech a lot about sex, even if it was a very rough crash course, and now it was actually proving useful to him. It was exciting to him, in fact, for this time he was doing it by choice.

"I'm... so glad... that you're enjoying this..." Dirge lied. It was getting tough to lie and feel pleasure at the same time, "That you... trust me..."

That was when Bumblebee pulled away slightly, unable to keep from laughing any longer. It was an odd situation in which to laugh, and Dirge had no idea what was so funny.

Dirge gave another groan of pleasure... then noted the laugh, "What's so funny?" she asked him, frowning. He'd just knelt down and started licking at her of his own free will; was he really reconsidering it? If so, she'd probably have to destroy him. A shame for one so talented.

Still kneeling, Bumblebee glanced up at her, grinning. What the mech knew for sure was that while Hotwire turned out to be nice, she was a neutral, and a Decepticon would, no matter their loyalty or capacity for friendship, still have a degree of ruthlessness that no friendly hug was about to get rid of. "Hey, I know you like me and all... but I know you're not THAT nice!" the young mech said mischievously right before winking up at her, "Hey, don't worry... I'm not going to break easy. Your side taught me that." Then he swiftly plunged his tongue back into her. Maybe the kid was smarter than she first gave him credit for...

Dirge smirked and pulled him up to optic level, “You’re much smarter than I believed,” she said, “You’re finally becoming a real mech.”

Bumblebee smiled widely to her, still looking kind and innocent despite the crimson glow of his optics. Grabbing Dirge's face, he pulled himself into the Decepticon for an enthusiastic kiss, his arms wrapping around her body, fingers stroking at the steel plates of her back.

Dirge held him, kissing him back. The yellow Autobot had obviously never been in a loving relationship. He was so easily tricked, so gullible... The Decepticon femme didn't feel the slightest twinge of guilt for manipulating his feelings, "You'll be stronger," she said, "I'm sure you'll make it, even if your comrades don't care about you..." she smiled again, "Don't be afraid. If you ever need support, I'll be there for you."

"I know,” Bumblebee replied, resting his cheek against hers, "I'll start bugging them as soon as I get back...which should be soon." He sounded disappointed, sighing. "You'll stay in touch with me, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Dirge smiled, "You can trust me..." she stood up, clipping armour back into place, and picking Bumblebee up, "Now it's time to fly you back to your base. I'm sure you'll be able to manage." She cuddled him, still plotting, "I will definitely stay in touch with you..."

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Harley: What an evil bitch...

Froggy: And she will remain so.
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