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Dinobot's Heritage	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 1879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dinobot’s Heritage

Chapter 3: The clone and I Part II

Later that night…

Rattrap didn’t gain his reputation only by his good looks… The spy and saboteur was very talented and an expert in what he does. And he proved it once again, that night, by slipping out of the base completely undetected. He wanted to meet that clone and to meet him ALONE, without the interferences of both factions

So he would be able to determine if there was ANYTHING that remains of his deceased lover into that transmetal body. And if not… Well, he brought a little that would permit him to leave safely. A personal shielding device. And that, with the distraction of a well-placed bomb, should assure him a safe escape if needed to.

‘I sure hope I won’t haf’ta use it…I hope yer still here somewhere into that new frame of ya...” He thought as he sped away of the base, in beast mode, to be able to reach a higher speed. ‘But I’m sure of what I think… ya still here! I can FEEL ya for Primus’s sake! The bond reopened the night ya were brought back to life… That can’t be ‘nythin’ else! Has ta been it…’

He kept thinking and thinking in this line as he sped towards the location where, hopefully, the clone will be waiting for him. And as he sped, he felt the first stage of an incoming ‘vision’ from the optics and spark of the clone.... Waiting, waiting in a cave, what am I doing here? Waste of time, don’t even know him, go away, let him rot, Maximal filth… And he soon regains his own consciousness, feeling the sparkling move and stir inside of him. He felt it too, he knew it. He has a connection with both the Sparkling and Dinobot’s clone. And the little being was scared and upset; he can just feel it through his circuits.

“Shh… ’S aw’right, m’ Sweet… I’ll protect ya with my life… No one will touch ya…”

He shushed the sparkling down and soon, the unborn infant settled down again and the Maximal spy could sped up again in the direction of his secret rendezvous with this clone, the reborn image of his lover. A twisted and dork image, but nonetheless, strong and frighteningly realistic. He just had to know if there were any chances at all he can have back his Dinobot, and the father of his unborn sparkling.

Something, in his spark, was telling him it was, but that the road to get what he wants would be long and filled with traps and ambushes. A long and dangerous task indeed, but it has to be done… And unfortunately, his fellow maximals won’t help him in this matter… He frowned and clenched his dental plates as he remembered the conversation he had with Primal earlier.

oOo

Earlier, Maximal base

Rattrap looked in annoyance at the puppy eyes Cheetor was giving him and crossed his arms with a deep frown.

“I said no, Spots!”

“Please, RT! Only a minute, a click, just to see if he’ll move! Pretty pleeeease!”

And he gave this the look… The ‘youngling dying from love’ look and Rattrap sighed deeply, unfolding his arms. He was too cute to resist sometimes… And giving him this little treat won’t hurt anyone…

“Alright, then, but only a minute!”

Cheetor squealed with innocent happiness and fell to his knees, pressing an inquisitive audio on the extended belly to try to hear the sparkling and feel it move. Rattrap huffed with annoyance, at firat, but he couldn’t help bu smile and the cute and warming sight, and he peted the young bot’s helm with a chuckle. He then felt the sparkling move and laughed when Cheetor jumped slightly and then stuck his audio back into place.

“I felt it! He moved! That’s Extra Gear!” he exclaimed cheerfully but they were then interrupted by Primal coming in.

The commander stopped at the sight in front of his optics and then laughed warmly as Cheetor jumped to his pedes and ran away with a deep blush to be caught in such a position. Since his Transmetal II upgrade, he was seen as an adult mech and this was a childish behaviour. Rattrap watched the youngling run away and then turned to face his Commander.

“Optimus, There is somethin’ in wanna talk with ya if ya have a click…” he asked directly and waited anxiously for the mech’s answer.

Optimus nodded and crossed his arms, then said, in a kind and calm tune.

“Go on, Rattrap, I’ve got time.”

The rat paced the room for a moment as he gathered his thought to make his request the most convincing and urgent as possible. He knew in his state he needed help for what he was about to do and Optimus could be of a great assistance. He and the others. What none of them saw was Cheetor listening from a distance, behind a rock formation…

“I need help… Ya know that I had some… weird things happening ta me for a week now, dont’cha, Optimus? This… link I seem ta have with da clone those preds made from Dinobot’s DNA pattern… ‘Am convince Tis is more than jus dis, and then somewhere, I could reach da real Dinobot using that bond. Cause he’s still here somewhere, deep in dis twisted clone. Ya have ta help me find out, Optimus! It’s makin’ me crazy! I… I need ta know…”

He saw Optimus’s worried and closed expression and immediately knew he won’t help him. He thought he was going crazy. They all thought he was going nuts, but it wasn’t like that! He was completely sane and master of his feelings! He lifted a servo angrily before the large Leader could say anything and spat, bitter.

“B’fore ya give me crap ‘bout ‘I need some psychological help’ let me tall ya dis. I am in COMPLETE CONTROL of my mind ‘n body! I know what I feel is REAL! You don’t wanna help me? Fine! I’ll find out by m’self!” And then Rattrap stormed away with an angry and loud pace, leaving a slightly stunned Optimus in the Command Center.

The rat got to his quarters and let himself fell into the berth, hugging the pillow and weeping like a sparkling for a long time. Fragging moodswings… It’s what’s driving him crazy! He can switch from mischief to sadness or from anger to depression in a nanoclick! He was about to throw a cataclysmic tantrum when Rattrap heard a shy knock at the door. He got to his pedes and wiped his face clean of the fit of crying the spy just had before opening it. He was only mildly surprised to find Cheetor on the other side.

“Hey kid… Waddya want?” I ask and then moved to let him come in.

In a way, he’s a sight for sore optics! As Rattrap got to go to sit back on the berth, rubbing his extended belly distractedly and looking at Cheetor as he settled on the seat in front of the worktable after moving it to the berth side, Rattrap thought that the mach had become a lot less childish since he got his new upgrades. He listened as he spoke up to him.

“I just wanted to tell you that… I believe you, Rattrap. I believe what you said about the link and the weird feelings because…” he stopped for a moment and then looked a bit ashamed and shy all of a sudden. “When I had that accident with the thing Megatron used to make Dinobot’s clone and was changed… in a way, I don’t know hoe, it linked me to another bot nearby.”

Rattrap’s optics shot wide open at this.

“Who?” he asked with disbelief and awe. “Hope yer not linked ta MY bot, kid…” Rattrap joked to lessen the tension.

Cheetor shook his helm and said, with a hint of fear and a shiver.

“No, it’s another predacon…” He started and then looked reluctant to continue.

“C’mon kid, now that you started, ya hav’ta finish yer story!” Pushed the rat with a huff, crossing his arms in annoyance and curiosity.

“Alright, I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else! Promise me you won’t!” Urged the young mech very insistently and Rattrap agreed, a little worried now about all this.

“I won’t tell a spark! Now spit!”

“It’s… Megatron. But I don’t think he knows for now…”

Now, Rattrap was downright dumbstruck by this. How could the kid managed to hide this for a whole fragging week?! He gave himself in a matter of hours! But then again, he was stuck on base by Optimus’s orders because of his state… The kid was often away from the base, which explained it.

“You sure da fragger doesn’t know? In my case dis link work both ways… Da clone have flashes form me ‘n I have flashes from him.”

Cheetor shivered and shrugged, looking even more troubled and scared now, the poor thing. I feel the urge to comfort him but I squash it. I have no time to baby him. But I may need his help nonetheless…

“I don’t know, honest! If so, he hide it as good as I do. But…” Another shiver. “He shot me a very nasty and frightening looks tha last day in battle, right before he left with his Preds. Maybe it works both way in this case too…”

Rattrap put a servo on the younger mech’s shoulder and squeeze tightly. He can feel his tension and fear like a smell in the air. And then I say, with conviction and certityde.

“We’ll find a way to rid ya of dis link, kiddo. I promise ya. But… Will ya help me b’fore? I really needs some help ‘cause I’m going ta meet da clone tonight… Alone! Or, to be precise, as alone as possible. But… Am a spy, I know backups can save yer life. Would you help, Cheetor?”

To his relief, the young mech nod and accept to come but stay a good distance away not to be seen or detected. After that, he left the room and Rattrap fell back into the berth with a deep sight of relief. And fell into recharge for a couple of Mega-Cycles.

oOo

Present, the cave…

The Dinobot clone was pacing the rocky ground restlessly. Why in the name of the matrix did he accept such an invitation?! It was both stupid and useless… And putting him in great danger if it was a trap to capture or kill him. But he came anyway. Something pushed him to come, alone, because the rat… the rat was making something disturbing but strong stir in his wretched, twisted spark. Something thst should’ve been dead for good… But that wasn’t.

And worst, every time he was close to the little stinking rodent, he felt that… that urge to jump him, the insane lust that wash over him like a tidal wave. He fought it claws and fangs but it was becoming harder with each encounters. Negatron may think otherwise but there were remains of the old Dinobot’s personality and spark in this wretched parody of a clone. He managed to recreate the deceased mech… maybe too well! They says that cells can hold memories and traces of the owner’s personality for a long time after their death, and even more vivid cells… like the ones that were used to create him.

“Maybe I’m more a ghost than a mere clone… It is like I’m being haunted by the dead mech I bear the name…” thought the transmetal clone out loud and he resumed lacing restlessly.

But the spark he bore, or the half of this spark, was twisting everything in his Processor. He felt urges to tear, shred, destroy, and kill! And those feelings weren’t coming from whatever remains of the first Dinobot inside of him. No, they were coming from the other half of the spark used to give his sparkless form life. He was linked to that monster, Rampage, by megatron’s own will. To control the otherwise uncontrollable mech. But it put even more strain on the raptor’s CPU, and he was slowly going crazy from the opposite and battling feelings raging in his Spark and Processor from the very minute he was alive.

And he feared then the day he’ll lose it completely will be a tragic day indeed.

He suddenly stopped when he heard noises outside, someone was coming! Probably the rat. He was proven right when said rodent entered the cave in his wheeled transmetal beast mode and then turned back to robot mode. He stayed silent for a long moment, an uneasy silence growing between the two mechs. The clone looked him up and down and that insane urge to jump him rose again and he growled lowly, keeping it at bay. He was small but strongly built and… He had charisma that was for sure. But his optics locked on the swollen bump in his midsection and he felt a twinge of something really strange in him all of a sudden.

The urge to protect this little new life. Like it was his own in a way. And, the more unnerving thing was that it WAS his own, in a very twisted and unnatural way. Because the first… the REAL Dinobot was the other creator of this unborn sparkling. He growled again and took a step backward into the cave.

“I came. What do you want, rodent?” He finally spat with venom.

Rattrap jumped slightly at the harshness of the tuned the clone used to address him but didn’t recoil. He took a step forward and answered honestly. He wanted his Dinobot back and he’ll have it, whatever time it may takes!

“I’m here ta talk ta Dinobot. Da REAL Dinobot, ‘cause I know he’s hidin’ somewhere in dis hide ‘o yours. And I know ya know it as well…” he started boldly and crossed his arms over his chest.

The clone looked at him blankly for a long moment and then snarled in both rage and annoyance. He sounded exactly like the Dinobot he knew… it made Rattrap’s spark clench in his chest and the sparkling moved, feeling his sudden bout of sadness. But the transmetal clone suddenly jumped towards him and pinned him down on the floor hard, but not hard enough to wound him. Rattrap gasped and hissed as something stuck in a seam on his back. But now, the clone’s face was only inches from his own and he was snarling and hissing like a rabid beast.

“What made you think I WANT to return to what I once was? I’m quite content of what I am right now, rodent! And I don’t need your PITY! I will say it once and only once: don not try to talk to me again! Or it may get dangerous for you…”

There was an uncertain undertone in his voice and Rattrap caught it immediately. He was full of rage and frightening but he was also disturbed and unsure of himself. Maybe even frightened of himself or what he was capable of doing. And Rattrap caught the moment to slide in the confused feeling he could feel and said.

“Ya don,t really want me ta go ‘way. No, yer only ‘fraid of what you could do ta me if I stayed much longer… I can feel it ya know. In yer tune and looks…”

For a moment he looks confused and afraid but then the hard and angry look returned and he said, sticking his mouth in the other audio and snarling deeply.

“If so, then maybe you should run away before it’s too late. I could lose it for a moment, it happens some times before, and hurt you or… worst… unwillingly.”

Rattrap was a stubborn mech and in this case, it will prove to be a very bad thing not to listen to the mech pinning him down. He smiled up at the transmetal raptor and touched his cheek lightly, grinning a half-grin.

“But ya won’t… I know ya won’t hurt me, lizard Lips. Not in my condition, cause you may hurt da sparkling too, and I know yer code of honour forbid ya for doing dis.” He started and felt the urge to kiss those lips so close to his own. He didn’t, though, and only stayed unmoving and smiling with confidence.

The clone felt a twinge of guilt crept in his spark but it was soon drowned by something darker and more dangerous. The insane, psychopathic part of the spark he bore was taking control of him and he fought it hard. He jumped off the pinned mech and recoiled in the back of the cave, snarling and fidgeting. His optics shone brighter, a sign he was about to lose it and he spat, warning the stubborn little mech before it was too late. But part of him was already mapping the lithe, small body lustfully and arousal was rising into him fast. Too fast… He’ll do something he’ll regret later if the rat didn’t go away RIGHT NOW!

“Leave, rodent! Go away from here NOW before I do something to you! I warn you, it’s NOT a joke!”

But the rat was as thick headed and stubborn as a desperate mech could be and he lost the tell-tale signs of the incoming doom. He took another step towards the clone, not seeing the rising arousal or the strange glint in the optics. There was no blinder mech than one that didn’t want to see… And afterward, Rattrap would recall this and curse hik for not seeing those signs.

“Na, ‘m not goin’ anywhere ‘til I talk with MY Dinobot! He’s there in ya, jus let him out!”

“GO AWAY! NOW!” The raptor roared and he was so tense his joints were creaking and he was trembling.

The last specks of his self-control faded away, drowned by the madness stirring in the depth of his twisted, half-spark, and he lost it. He jumped and pinned the mech down again, but this time it wasn’t to intimidate or frightened him, no… His means were darker, driven by his raging lust and arousal. And his psychopathic side took over his colder, more controlled one. He used a hand to trap the rat’s hands and pinned them over his head so he was helpless and the other was fumbling to find the catches for his panel. The rodent was squirming and squeaking now, understanding that he was in deep slag.

“Wh-what are ya doin’!? NO! Please Lemme go!”

“Too late… I warned you… But you didn’t listened. Time to pay the price of your foolishness.” He finally found the catches he was seeking and opened the crotch panel to expose the port and spike housing hidden below. “Mmm…” he snarled in his audio, biting and licking at his neck. “You taste so good, rodent… I can remember it now…”

Now Rattrap was heaving and panting, sobbing a little, because he was pinned, helpless and had been had like a beginner. He tried to move his legs to kick the transmetal clone away but he was too strong and heavy and he was weakened by his pregnancy. All he could do was stay as unmoving as possible and pray t was over soon… or the clone will get his mind back in the right place.

He squeaked again, and sobbed louder, when he felt clawed digits push against his exposed valve, and he tried to pull away. But it was in vain. That was it… he was about to get raped! And by the mech he was trying to save from the preds, no less… He felt bitter tears run down his cheeks and the sparkling moved around sharply in slight distress at the feelings he was getting from his mother-creator. He tried his best to send him reassurance and calming feelings but it was really hard when you were being used like a sex toy.

Soon the digits were pulled out and replaced by something else, and the rat had already offlined his optics, but he could hear the snarls and growls his rapist was making as he pushed inside of him completely. During all that time, the rodent didn’t thought once about using his radio to call his backup… he had to spread his legs wider to accommodate the large and thick appendage invading and filling him completely. This feeling was a lot like the Dinobot he knew, but this beast that was taking him forcefully was nothing like hm. He understood now that he had a lot of work to do to have him back… He squeaked and sobbed all the way as he was pounded into the ground and held into the other, larger frame for dear life, feeling each hard, deep and violent thrusts stretching him to the limits and hurting like the Pits. But oddly, his own arousal rose and overload was nearing for him too…

After maybe a couple of breems more, he felt the clone stiffens and releasing in him, and he followed with a pained yelp and a wrenching sob, before collapsing back to the ground.

And then, all of a sudden, the weight pinning him was gone and the transmetal clone had jumped away from him as soon as it was over, a shocked and deeply guilty expression on his faceplates.

“I…” He started and then let out a deep keen, bolting away in the darkness of the forest outside.

“WAIT!” Rattrap managed to push himself in a standing position despite the pain in his lower belly and between his tights. “DON’T LEAVE!”

But it was too late, the mech was already gone. But he saw the guilt and the shock in his expression before he left! So he managed to fight the dark side of him in the ends! There was still hope for the raptor… All Rattrap had to do now was trying to reach that part of him that was still his old self and pull it to the front.

One way or another…

Wincing in pain and soreness, he transformed back into robot mode and sped up towards where Cheetor was supposed to wait for him and they got back to the base, the rat oddly silent and deep in thought. He didn’t felt any anger about what just happened, no, only sadness and pity, and an even stronger desire to get his deceased lover back.

And an idea had already blossomed in his Processor…

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