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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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Valentine's Day. It just /had/ to start up on that day didn't it. Here I was in my room, having locked the door and radioed in to Kup that I needed the day off. He wanted to know why of course. Telling him my first heat cycle was upon me was the truth, it was just saying it that was a bit embarrassing. The old mech understood and said to take as many days as the cycle took to get through it. He also stressed to radio Ratchet if I had questions or concerns. I told him I would. Once I got off the radio with him I turned my radio off and did some research to get my mind off of it. There were several knocks at my door that first day, but I wasn't in the mood to open that door for just anybody. Tracer sure... maybe Ratchet... but no one else. Unfortunately for me Magmorta could just slide under the door and reform. Having to explain a heat cycle to the alien femme proved educational for her at least. She left only to be replaced later by Tracer, who I let in so we could talk. She spent a couple hours with me then headed off for her duty shift. I secured my door and got in some recharge.
Those first 24 hours were just a prelude though as the next 24 made the cycle more noticeable within me. I distracted myself with research and drawing, trying not to think about it. By the 56th hour I could no longer ignore it. My body wanted something badly and I had been denying it by ignoring it. I hadn't been so horny in my life. I was forced to tend to the need my body was aching for by exploring my body for those spots that brought the most pleasure, which only heightened the need and the ache. I teased around my thighs and hips, finding that there were seams on the side of my pelvic armor. I searched them until I felt something like a tiny button and pressed it in. A split occurred in the armor and I found I could remove the entire pelvic armor off. The scent of hot musky sex greeted my sensors, the slightly cool air of the room making the slickness of between my legs all that more obvious.
While I felt around with my fingers, exploring that hidden part of myself I pondered if I should fantasize or not. It was tempting to do so. Despite the fact I was steadfastly against being in a relationship with a mech, there was no denying we had some good looking mechs in our base as well as in Metroplex. It took awhile to come to a firm decision, but I opted to not fantasize and just get the need out of my system without that sort of help. To be honest I lost track of time, but I didn't care at that point how long it took so long as the ache and need went away. It did go away, eventually. My room smelled like a whore house that didn't open its windows between customers. Parts of my body were a bit achy from overuse. I certainly recharged quite well, even if it was in the middle of a puddle of my own release. When I awoke, the need was nothing but a memory, my body was a hint sore in places, the room still smelled, but for the first time in a very long time I actually felt content.
Magmorta came to check on me again, bringing some cleaning supplies with her. I was grateful for that as I needed to not only clean myself, but my berth too, not to mention cover up the odor in the room. She told me that apparently my heat cycle had triggered other femmes into their heat cycles as well over the last 48 hours. Once I was cleaned up, Magmorta escorted me over to med bay since Ratchet wanted to check on me. I didn't much like having him taking off my pelvic armor to take a look at my port, but he told me it was necessary due to possible damage caused by overenthusiastic masturbating. Once he was done examining me and ascertained I was fully out of my cycle he told me to shower before I reported back in for shift. Magmorta went off to find Depth who she was more concerned about than Shadow. She told me that the heat cycles had affected the mech on a very base level, Shadow had been tailing him to make sure he didn't go into a femmes’ room. But there was a limit to any mech's resolve, she said, even Shadow may crumble to his baser instincts. As I took my shower I pondered the mystery of those three.
I visited Tracer, who was going through her own cycle and then checked in on Bebop's girls. I was a bit surprised when Bebop asked who was at the door, then said I could come in. He had them all in his lap, petting them to keep them calm. I asked him how they were holding up, then how he was doing and coping through it. It was just a tad uncomfortable for me, but I told him that eventually petting wouldn't do it for them anymore as their bodies begged for more. He nodded and understood that, but was determined to be there for them. I knew Bebop wasn't the sort of mech to molest his girls, but I did tell him he should take a break when it got close to that point and just allow them to deal with it on their own like adult femmes. He didn't like the idea of that until I told him how much the body would want things and he may be asked to do something he didn't want to do. It was just better they explored their bodies without him watching it. He conceded and agreed he would take a break at the right time as he didn't want to smother his girls by being overprotective. I left his room and nearly bumped into Depth.
He cocked his head then chuckled, "Coodoo you are practically glowing with sexual energy."
"Dirty old mech." I countered.
Shadow sighed and shook his head, "C'mon already Depth, time for some time alone for you."
Depth made a soft 'pft', but moved off anyway. Shadow followed after him. Magmorta's face appeared on the wall long enough to give me a wink to show she'd been keeping tabs on the two, then she melded back into the wall as if she hadn't been there at all.
I went to check in for my next shift assignment, then headed off to my room to relax until my shift started.
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A Series of Events