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Megatron's Dream World	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bumblebee
The little yellow bot was one of the last to be caught, along with Mirage and Bluestreak. Their group managed to flee the Earth and hide on Cybertron for almost an entire Earth year after the war was won by the Decepticons.
The Decepticons won the war… The thought alone sent dreaded shivers run down the smaller mech's spinal unit, and he tried for a time to deny the fact. Maybe if he denied it, it wouldn't be true… But of course, the ugly reality finally caught up with the small group of tree remaining free Autobots as they were cornered by Astrotrain and Blitzwing, as well as the Stunticons. The mall yellow Camaro was the last to go down, fighting with all his might and a rage he didn't even knew hr possessed, but in the end, he was overwhelmed and captured with the others. It was really the ends for the Autobots… Bumblebee had wind of the fact that Optimus and Jazz were already imprisoned and that Prowl was dead… Without any commending officers to lead them, the bots were doomed from the beginning. The only ones that remained with Bee's team were either foot soldiers like Bluestreak, or spies like him and Mirage. They hadn't stood a chance in the long run; bumblebee understands it now, after a couple of Vorns under Decepticon rules…
Well, anyway, when he awoke after the capture, he was in a Decepticon cell, cold and very uncomfortable, and chained to a wall with heavy chains. The Cons didn't take any chances apparently and made sure he wouldn't even be able to move a finger. After a while, Soundwave came in and explained to him the new situation and the position he and his companions were to uphold into the new order. Of course, learning that he was to be sent into one of the Breeding Units scattered around Iacon, Bumblebee was a little…reluctant…at first. But that made no differences for Soundwave because he used his many skills to break the little yellow bot into submission and acceptance of his fate. The scout fought with every last bit of will he could muster and it took months for the telepath to break him into the mould.
Once he was finally docile and submissive, his reproduction chamber was modified so he will produce only triplets. And he was lead to a Harem situated into the very center of Iacon, were the higher ranking Decepticons lived. Like those whom were with Megatron on Earth and the officers, meaning Soundwave, Shockwave, etc… So, in a way, the small, slender little Camaro was a luxury Breeder, one to be used only by the higher ups and untouchable by the lower ranking crowd. It was indeed a high position to achieve for a Harem slave and the little yellow scout even got to get some pride out of this. He was staying there with other Autobots deemed worthy enough to share the berths of the higher Decepticons. Mirage, a former Tower Mech, nobility of Cybertron in the golden Age, was there too, as was the younger member of the Autobot team on Earth, Bluestreak. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were good-looking enough to be there too. The vain bot letting his perfect finish be worn by the strain of carrying sparklings was a sight to behold, but like every and all of the other Harem Bots, they were happy to oblige after having been broken to fit that particular task. So those were the mechs that shared Bumblebee new home, and in a way, he was very happy to have some friends to share time with between Decepticon's visits.
And speaking of which, there was mechs Bumblebee hated being picked up by… the worst experiences he had were with the Stunticon's leader and the Triple-Changers… For once, those were huge bots, and twice his size at least. And huge they were in every places of their anatomy, as he discovered painfully. The little bot was sore for days after he was taken by those Decepticons.
**Flashback**
Bumblebee was chatting with Bluestreak when the door to the Harem opens. He turned to see who it was and lifted a brow when he saw the large, black frame of the Stunticon's leader. This bot had a very bad reputation and none of the Harem slaves wanted to be picked up by him. So they all got very quiet and made themselves invisible. In hope they'll not be picked up. Unfortunately for the pretty little scout, Motormaster had his optics fixed on one particular bot and got directly to the small yellow slave.
"You, come with me!" he commended as he grabbed the small yellow bot by the wrist and dragged him to one of the alcoves on the large room's walls.
The small bot whimpered but had no choices but to obey and he was harshly thrown on the berth. He scrambled as far away as possible from the large Decepticon and watched him with wide optics, fear flooding his CPU. Motormaster was one of the worst Decepticons out there, sadistic and taking pleasure in torturing and hurting the slaves.
"Please, master, don't hurt me…" Pleaded the yellow Camaro as he took a sensual and, hopefully, soothing posture on the berth, legs spread and back beautifully arched as he rested on his elbows.
The black Stunticon chuckled and leaned down to mockingly pet the top of the little slave, caressing his trembling lips with a thumb. He straddled the thing hips and kissed him fiercely, biting the lips and licking the energon that seeped from the wound. Bumblebee whimpered and wriggled as the pain registered in his CPU but couldn't do anything to stop the bot. Like all slaves, eh had peace-keeping programs and locks inserted in his Processor and circuits, and couldn't attack or hit a Decepticon even to defend his life. Motormaster broke the kiss and pushed the smaller bot flat on the berth beneath him as he pawed and clawed as his chassis mercilessly. All Bee could do was whimper and whine as he was scrapped, scorched and beaten in what the ruthless Stunticon Leader took for a foreplay. From the corners of his optics, he saw the other harem slaves looking at them in sympathy, unable to help him either. Bumblebee offlined his optics and stayed as still as possible, letting the much stronger and larger bot do as he wants with his body.
"Don't offline those cute optics of yours, little autobot whore…I want to see the fear in it."
He caressed the cheek just under one of the baby blue optics and had a dark laugher when the optics shoe again, full of fear and plea for mercy. It made the lager con snickered and he kissed him again roughly, prying his lips open and invading his mouth. The little yellow bot let out a muffled whine and tensed up when his glossa and lips were assaulted again fiercely. Energon was seeping from the corners of his mouth as the fragile derma plates was pierced. He put his hands on the broad chest and pushed on it feebly, unable to do anything else. His pacification systems wouldn't let him… Soon, the large Con pried open his crotch plates and tossed it to the side, exposing the port and spike below, making the little bot whined and cried out in pain.
Ho, why this he had to be that rough and cruel? He wasn't going to fight him! The yellow Camaro thought as he was roughly caressed and teased, so his port would lubricate and prepared itself for penetration. It lasted a few breems, and the Stunticon got more and more aroused at the time passed, and the hornier he get, the rougher he was… Bumblebee felt his hips and tights plating mercilessly scraped and dented by the rough handling of the large semi Decepticon. And he felt little tears forming in the corners of his optics. He fought them, he wasn't going to cry! No way!
But then, he cried put in pain as he was brutally impaled, his port stretched to the limits by the massive spike entering him. The tears finally ran down him cheeks and he whimpered in agony, Motormaster chuckling and pounding harder and deeper, those sweet sounds making him awfully aroused.
"That's it little whore…Cry, beg, scream for me…You are so gorgeous in agony, little Bee…" Breathed the much larger mech in the slave's audios, wiping the tears gently from his cheeks and licking them clean with his glossa.
Bumblebee tried to turn his head away from the harsh, unwanted touch, but was soon forced to face him again, and he bit back his sobs, glaring at the mech as it was all he could do. Moments later, as the climax was approaching, Motormaster's chest plates split opens and revealed his ugly, red spark. Bee whimpered, knowing what that meant, and unwillingly opened up, baring his bright, blue spark for the other to take. The large Stunticon's Leader hissed in pure pleasure as he lowered himself into the little mech, making their sparks merge. Overload hit then, painfully for the smaller slave, and he felt the large bot released deep inside his port, filling him with his fluids. He roared in sheer pleasure and almost crushed the little yellow Camaro as he collapsed on top of him.
"Good little slave…" He purred lowly in the slave's audio, petting his helm. "You did well, Autobot…"
Then, the large bot slipped out of the smaller bot's port as he got up, causing a lot of pain to the little sport-car bot whom cried out again and then curled on a ball on the berth, sobbing. Later, when Motormaster was gone for good, Mirage, Bluestreak and the twins got closer to the curled up and sobbing little bot, Bumblebee hearing them but didn't wanted to acknowledge them. He wanted to be left alone and die in peace… he felt like he was torn in two and then put back together by a clumsy repair-bot. He whimpered and curled tighter when he felt servos on him, trying to soothe him and help him a little. After a while and a lot of tender words and touches, finally, the yellow bot uncurled and let his fellow slaves make him feel better.
A few months later…
Bumblebee cried out in pain, laying on one of the birthing berth on the Medical Ward of the Harem. He was trying to give birth to the triplets he was carrying, but they were big and he felt like he was about to burst open any moment. His abdomen was incredibly swollen, and he was now going through the fifteenth hour of that torture.
"Haaa! Please, get them out of meeee!" he pleaded the Medic, writing in pure agony as a new wave of pain hit him hard.
He grabbed the edges of the berth so hard that he was about to let permanent dents in the thick plating if he continued. Bolt, the Decepticon medic assigned to this Ward, was checking his progress, and he frowned, worried. He thought that the bot was able to give birth naturally to those sparklings, despite the size of them. He was in perfect physical condition and strong enough to withstand it. But Bumblebee himself wasn,t so sure of it…
"Alright, when the next contraction hit, I want you to push as hard as you can! They're ready to come out." Said Bolt as he stands upright and looked at the mech in the optics.
The little yellow slave nodded and then pushed hard when the medic told him t. Not too long after that, he could get the first of the triplets out and then took a breath. He didn't saw the sparkoing right away, and wouldn't be permitted to do so, because the first two were to be sent right away into the Decepticon Nursery and immediately starts life a future Decepticon Masters. The third one will be sent to the Slaves Nursery and be raised to be a slave. The yellow Camaro wouldn't have a say in this, and would never lay optics in the little sparklings. He didn't complains, it was the usual way of things for the Autobots slaves… They produce the sparklings but never lay a servo on their educations.
That was sad but that was the way a thing works now… Bumblebee whimpered and cried out again in sheer agony as he felt a new contraction, pushing again. This one was harder to get out, and it needed a couple of breems before the head was out and then it was quicker. He heard a new loud wail and the little one was put in a crib on the side of the birthing berth, and Bumblebee could see him, and his brother, for the time being though. They were cute... One was black and yellow with a red visor and doorwings, and the other was bright yellow with blue optics and a bigger chassis, probably a truck built. They were small and wailing loudly, probably wanting to feel the warmth of their mommy's spark.
A third sparkling was on the way and he was very easy to get out than the others. It took a breem and the little one was out, dark red with stripes of yellow paint. He wailed loudly in sync with his siblings, faceplates crunched in discomfort, and was reaching out for his mommy. Bumblebee reached with a servo and touched the little claw, caressing slightly the tiny digits. He smiled warmly and then felt a rush of dizziness and tiredness. He slowly felt into recharge with a last glimpse of his sparklings branded into his CPU…
**Ends Flashback**
Bumblebbe never saw the sparklings again, nor any of the other he birthed afterward. Every time, when he woke up after the recharge, they were gone, already sent to the Nurseries to be raised accordingly to their status. Two out of three were to be Decepticons, the third was to be a slave. In three vorns since the end of the war, he stopped keeping accounts of the little ones he had to let go. It broke his spark every single time though… Never could accept this completely…
The former Autobot scout was always picked by the weirdest and the crueller Decepticons ever… Like Blitzwing… This one was completely crazy, wanting him to spank him and tie him up and dress him like a human baby. It felt so embarrassing and he was ashamed for orns after this. The sparklings from him were all femmes and triple-changer, smaller then they would if males, but still very larges. Those poor little sparklings were so cute… And he hoped they had more from his personality and behaviour than their father-creator. He still shivered and felt ill when he thought about the interfaces he had with the fragger, even after so many human years.
Now, he was resting on his own berth, talking with Bluestreak, as talkative as ever, and laughing with him about some gossip or news he just shared with the little yellow bot. he turned when the door opens, taking unconsciously a sensual, appealing posture on the berth. It was an automatic reaction, now; every times someone enters one of the Harem rooms, the slaves put on their most gorgeous, inviting displays. But there was only Soundwave, the responsible for all the Harem slaves in Cybertron. The bot relaxed and put a more casual display. He wasn't there for services; he already had a personal slave he was quite satisfied about.
"Up, Slaves." He ordered and they all got up, standing in the middle of the room. Bee was on the front, being the smaller, Mirage and Blue behind him, and then the twins. Sideswipe looked curious, he always was whatever the circumstances, and raised a servo to ask permission for talking. Soundwave nodded.
"So, what's the matter, boss-bot?"
"Megatron is coming in for a general inspection of the Hrem Slaves. He will be in the main hall in one cycle. Put on your best behaviour and shine yourselves, you have thirty breems."
They all looked surprised and bit nervous. Megatron rarely came there… Last time was half a vorn ago. Bee and his fellow slaves did their best to do as the Decepticon's TIC told them, shining themselves until they were looking brand new. A bit of help from the others and they had every bit of their armours clean and shiny when Soundwave came back to take them to the main hall. In there were assembled all of the harem Slaves of Iacon city, and Bumblebee saw some mech he didn't see since they were on Earth… Like the Aerialbots and Cliffjumper, his fellow minibot. He quickly nodded to them and stopped to take his place. There were couches and cushions all over the main hall, put there for the slaves to put on their better and most appealing behaviour. Bee shared a couch with Mirage and Bluestrak lay down on a pile of cushions near them. The twins choose to stay up and lay against the columns, taking a very sexy pose.
Once all of the slaves' bots were settled, Soundwave quickly checked them out and then left the room, only to come back am moment later with Megatron. The room fell silent, the slaves keeping quiet as the Decepticon Emperor walked slowly through their ranks, sometimes stopping in front of a mech and giving Soundwave a comment, which was no doubt filed carefully. After a while, megatron came across Bumblebee's group and then he stopped again, his deep red gaze falling on the small yellow bot. A half-smile lifted the corner of his mouthplates and he licked his lower lip with a lustful look. The yellow Camaro felt a wave of worry and fear under that intense look and he lowered his optics, a little redder than usual.
"Soundwave, I want this little Bee delivered to my personal Harem as soon as possible." He ordered as he turned to face the navy blue mech with a sly grin.
"As you command, my Lord."
Bee let out a little gasp as he was picked by Megatron himself. He felt Mirage, Bluestreak and the twin's optics on him, awing at the small yellow Camaro like he grew a second head. Ho, Primus, why did this ever happens to him?... Soundwave ordered him to get up and lead him to an adjacent room. If he was to be delivered to megatron, it was some changes he had to come through. New programming and systems were to be added before he could be delivered properly. The little bot was strapped on a berth and soon, he was hooked to several computers and things were downloaded and others deleted from his basic programming. It was uncomfortable at best, painful much of the time, but he had to be awake to undergo this operation. After a moment, he felt different, strange, and he whimpered in discomfort. Soundwave, whom had been doing the works on him, put a reassuring servo on his chest and coaxed him to relax. It was almost over.
Ten breems later, Bumblebee could move again and he was promptly prepared to be moved to his next Master's Estate. Megatron… Oddly, now that he had been reprogrammed and upgraded to fit his new master's desires, the little Camaro didn't found it as scary and odd than before. He was even eager to get there and start to serve his new master, proud to be one of the few to be chosen to bear the Emperor's offsprings. So this was with pride and a sense of superiority than the bot was lead to Megatron's Esatate, and into his new quarter, whom, as he was informed, he was going to share with Megatron's other slaves.
"Who are they?" Asked the little yellow Camaro when he was given permission.
"You will see." Replied Soundwave in a stern voice.
Bumblebee was dying from curiosity when they finally reached the Emperor's Harem and he was lead inside. There was indeed two bots there and his optics widened slightly when he recognizes them. Optimus smiled to him warmly, apparently happy to see the little scout again, and came closer to him. Soundwave, whom hadn't left yet, motioned to him to wait and the former Autobot leader complied with a submissive look. This look was very awkward on his features, thought the yellow Camaro.
"Those are your new quarters. You are to stay here until you are lead out by the Emperor or a mech designed by him. You can use all the rooms linked to this one, and all the furniture in it. You chassis are to stay clean and polished at all times, and you will be asked to bear for the Emperor once a human year. Those are the rules, and you are to follow them carefully. If you do so, you will be treated well. Disobey and you will be punished following the Emperor will on the matter. You are now one of the Emperor personal Slaves, it is a great honour you have been given. Am I understood, Slave?"
Bumblebee nodded dutifully and bowed to the Decepticon Officer as he left the room, letting him get comfortable and acquainted with the other slaves there. Optimus came to him and hugged him warmly, happy to see the little bot alive and well. Bee cpould now feel the pregnancy bump on his ex-commander's belly, and he felt, oddly, a little jealous bout that. He didn,t knew it was part of the new programming he was given earlier. He pulled away a little and hid his sudden anger with a large smile. Optimus looked relly weird without the facemask, he thought inwardly.
"Bumblebee, I am glad to see you are alright."
"Me too, Optimus. I thought you were killed…"
"No... Megatron wanted me alive and well." He shrugged, pushing the matter aside. "I don't complaint, we are well-cared for here…"
The little camaro couldn't help but nod approvingly, and then his optics settled on the other bot on the room. His optics ridges shot up and he chuckled in amusement. He didn't knew what fate Starscream got after the war, but now he knew… The seeker was lying on a couch and didn,t goot up, he was heavily pregnant, apparently only days or maybe a week from delivering. He lifted himself on his elbows to greet the newcomer, though, and smiled warmly at him. It was as awkward to see the former Decepticon SIC smiles so warmly than to see Optimus submissive…
"Welcome, Bumblebee! It's nice to see a new face around here… Not that Optimus isn't good company but... Hey, it got old after a couple of vorns!"
He winked at him and leaned back down into the cushions supporting his back, crossing his legs casually and stroking his distended belly. Optimus and Bumblebbe sat close to the couch and the three of them chatted like old friend for a good part of the day, exchanging news and gossips on the other Autobots and Decpeticons they knew about.
Until the door opens again and Megatron stepped in, a little tell-tale glints in his red optics. Optimus took a submissive and sensual posture, leaning on his right elbow; his other had resting on his raised hip. Bumblebee, unconsciously, did the same and got to his kness, slowly running his hands down his chassis to rest on his crotch plates. Starscream couldn't really move around but he managed to take a sensual posture anyway, lifting his hands to run them on his chest vents and swollen belly very slowly, in a well-known motion.
But the Decepticon Emperor had a specific want that night and got to Bumblebee, offering him his hand, smiling widely and invitingly. The little yellow Camaro took the offered hand without hesitation and got up, a shy and submissive expression o his faceplates and optics.
"Come, little Bee…"
"Yes Master…" Was the automativc reply.
Bumblebee was lead out of the room and towards another part of the palace, and he guessed he was leaded to the Emperor's private quarters. He swell in pride and took a prideful stance behind his master, following with a steady pace, two steps behind, as it was written in his new programming. Once inside, he was gently lead to the large berth and he laid down immediately, taking a suggestive posture, on his front, upper body turned to face Megatron and legs slightly parted.
"Master…" He purred sensually. "What can I do for you?..."
Rhetoric question of course… What Megatron wanted was quite obvious. He got into the berth next to the little car bot and captured his lips in a heated, demanding kiss, caressing his hips and side slowly and teasingly. The yellow bot kissed back and reached up shyly to touch his master's cheek softly. Megatron smirked and allowed his slave to touch him like that. Bumblebee had a little smile and let his thumb trace the harsh features and sharp angles there. Megatron purred lowly, a deep sound that vibrated through them both from his powerful engines. And then he moved his hand to caress the soft plating between the little bot's legs, teasing the plating there and slowly coaxing it to open for him. Bumblebee mewled softly and arched beautifully under the touches, spreading his legs more to allow a better access to his more intimate parts. Megatron used his other servo to caress and plucked at sensitive wires and seams on the entire length of the smaller bot's back. Under the dual attack, the yellow crotch plates quickly slide open, exposing to his Master his already wet and dripping port and his spike housing. The spike was still sheathed, and he wouldn't let it out until his Master clearly wanted it.
"So beautiful, my little Bee… Let me taste you…"
The low and heated whispered was so damn sensual and arousing… Megatron caressed and teased the spike housing until he coaxed the hidden treasure to extend fully. Bumblebee's spike was good-sized for a bot his size and Megatron, with a little satisfied smirk, started to lick and nibble at the swollen tip, until he got a little bead of fluid seeping out. Then he took the entire member on his mouth and slowly but firmly, twirled his long glossa around and suckles hard. Bumblebee, lost in pleasure, moaned and gasped loudly at this ministration, arching off of the berth and heating up quickly.
After a while, Megatron let go of the spike and settled on top of his little slave, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, glossa entwined and exploring the inside of the heated mouth. Bee moaned was muffled into the kiss and he reached to grab the back of his Master's helm, dragging them closer together to deepen the kiss even more. Megatron pushed his legs up until they were resting on each side of his chest, getting a better access to the port, before he lined himself up and pushed inside until he was buried deep into his little slave. He was very large and the amount of pain the little yellow slave got from this was soon replaced by lustful pleasure.
"Ha-a! Please… Please, Master… More…" Breathed Bee then in a very sweet and sensual plea.
The Decepticon Emperor smirked down to him and started to move at a deep and steady pace, dragging the small bot slowly towards overload. Bee was moaning and gasping at every thrusts in, the size of the spike impaling his port being so large it brought him a awful amount of pain and pleasure melted. But the Emperor was by no means cruel or sadistic, on the contrary. He was oddly caring and loving; taking his sweet time let his little slave-bot gain as much pleasure as himself from this activity. What would be the point in being cruel? His personal slaves were already submissive and programmed to answers his every command. It would be meaningless to use unnecessary violence towards them. And he much preferred it this way, slow and agreable…
When overload was almost there for the both of them, Bee chestplates parted on their own will, apparently, and Megatron took a moment to look at that beautiful, shining blue spark. He caressed it wit the tips of his digits, making the little slave arch and gasp sharply as his spark answer by a frantic pulses. Megatron smiled and parted his own chestplates, showing a golden, strongly pulsing spark. Golden, not red… It was a little unexpected, and Bee stared at it for a moment, until the Decepticon Emperor lowered himself so their spark will touch, initiating a merge. Overload hit them at the same time as the sparks touches and Bee cried out loudly, clinging to his Master in complete bliss, when megatron roared to the ceiling and hugged him close to his chest, completing the merge. Bumblebee's front was stained by his own fluids erupting from his unsheathed and hard spike, as he felt Megatron's fill him as he released inside of his tightening port.
The silver Lord lowered himself next to his little slave and gathered him into his arms to hold him close to his chest, purring deeply in the afterglow. Bee had already fallen into recharge, drained, like every time a spark merge was initiated with a partner. He nuzzled and snuggles closer unconsciously in his deep recharge, Megatron smiling fondly at the cute display.
"My little Bee… Mine…" Whispered the Lord as he caressed the small helm, holding him possessively.
Months later
Bumblebee was again lying in a medical berth, in the pain of labour, but this time was very different from the previous experiences he had. Hook was the medic in charge of him, like he was every other of Megatron's personal slaves. He was awfully swollen, like he was carrying not only three sparklings… He felt like a giant blimp… But at alst it was almost finished! And besides, ratchet was there, too. He was more like Hook's assistant than his salve, apparently, and the littlecamaro was very happy to see him after so much time. At the moment, Hook was settled between his legs to monitor his progress and he rose up after a while.
"Alright, here we go, Bee! You are ready to give birth. You know the procedure, by now, I guess. Push when another contraction hit."
"I-I know… H-hook." Stammered the little bot as he felt pain rise again.
He pushed as hard as he could, feeling the little one slowly sliding down his port to the waiting hands of the medic. It took four more pushes to have to first one out, and he wailed loudly as soon as he was out. Unlike the other times he had to do this, this time, after he cleaned and wrapped the sparkling, Ratchet put him next to Bee on the berth. It was a little mech, silver and yellow, with little doorwings and antennae like his mommy. He was very cute. He had purple optics, bright and curious.
"Roadstorm…" Whispered the camaro as the name came to his mind; it was fitting the energetic sparkling. "Yes, that's your name…"
Hook shot him a look and nodded, noticing the name on a pad as he settled for the second one. Ratchet took the sparkling as he tensed uup in pain, putting him in a crib. Bee pushed hard when the second sparkling was coming out. It took little time for this one, two pushes and she was here. It was a little femme, very similar in color and built to her father-creator. She was put next to him too, and she had bright blue optics, like him. She had yellow stripes on her torso and little helm. She was quietly cooing and clicking, looking at him curiously.
"Silverstar… Yes, you are like a little silver star…"
She cooed inquisitively, taking his digit in her own tightly. Ratchet took her and put her away in the crib as the third sparkling decided to come out. He was bigger then the previous, and took a little more time. Three breem later he was out, a little mech whom was built like a flyer, almost all yellow with silver stripes on the wings and lower legs and forearms. He was louder than the two others, and trasing like a little monster as ratchet tried to clean and wrap him carefully. Bee took him and laugh, seeing the bright red optics trying to glare him down. He clicked and chirped loudly, being very vocal.
"Solarflare… Yes, that fits you perfectly."
He caressed the little cheek and the sparkling finally calm down and settled to coos and chirps. Soon, Bee felt pain again, and he was very surprised. It was supposed to be over, now! He had the three sparklings, it wasn't suppose to be anymore! Ratchet put the sparkling away in a crib and Bee gave birth to a fourth little infant, a mech, all black with silver and yellow stripes. He had red optics too, this one, and was looking oddly serious as he was put in Bee's arms. He was built like a car-bot, though, yet a little large for such.
"Well, you're a surprise… Blackhole, yes, that's it… You look like it…"
He wondered what would happen to the fourth one… Usually there was only three sparklings, two to be Decepticons and one to be slave. So, where does the fourth will fit, then? At this moment, the door to the birthing room opens and Megatron stepped in. He got directly to the cribs and took some times examining the sparklings. He picked Roadstorm to be sent to the Slave Nursery, and Solarflare and Silverstar were to be sent to the Decepticon Nursery. He holds them a moment, though, and then he got to the little yellow salve and the fourth sparkling he was still holding.
"And who's that little surprise package?" he asked as he examined the pitch back sparkling closely.
The little one returned the look and growled at him, baring tiny fangs. Megatron chuckled at the display and caressed the tiny helm, the sparkling clicking contentedly in the touch.
"He's feisty… I like it… Hook?" he said, turning to the medic.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want this one to be sent to the Special Nursing Unit. I feel he have a great potential."
The decepticon medic looks a little awed by that demand and was silent for a moment, before saying, surprised.
"You mean…?" He started, but was cut by Megatron slightly annoyed reply.
"Yes, I mean THAT one! Don't question me, Hook, and do as I say!"
The medic nodded and do as he was ordered. Later, all the sparklings were sent to their final destination and Bee was recharging peacefully. The little surprise one, as megatron ordered, was sent t the Nursery the Lord had had built for raising sparklings he thought worthy of the right of succession. They were to be raised in the knowledge they may be the next Decepticon Emperor – or Empress – an had a very specific education. Bee was overly proud than one of his own sparklings were picked to this particular task, and beamed with pride for vorns after this.
In the ends, it wasn't as bad as he first thought to be one of Megatron's personal slaves…
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