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Becoming Mama Bear	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 8539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: More rape this chapter. That’s right, just because we’ve moved on, doesn’t mean Starscream’s not raping people. Poor Bumblebee.

Froggy: So, Bumblebee is gonna get fucked again this chapter. Still working on the escape, don’t you worry about it. If you don’t like that sort of thing, don’t read it.

Harley: Moving on with the mother/son relationship that we’re working on, I bet you’re wondering what the frag is going to happen to Hotwire once Bumblebee’s out. Is she going to start having sex with Bumblebee? The answer is no. This is the Transformers Animated universe, baby. Try guessing who my personal “Wow that robot is hot” character is here?

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Chapter Six: Visitor

Hotwire put down her soldering iron, "That's your arms mostly repaired," she told Bumblebee, "They'll be tender for a little while, so don't put any strain on them. I'm going to gather some spare parts - don't you DARE hurt yourself again!" she told Bumblebee, bending over him. He couldn't see her face, but it sounded like an order.

"Yes, ma'am,” he replied, and he sounded serious enough about it. Besides, the last time he ‘hurt himself’, it was because he was trying to communicate with her, trying to feel online again. That wasn't as much of a problem now.

"If you start pulling that sort of frag again, I'll have to resort to sedative programs," Hotwire treatened him again. But then she patted him on the head, and he heard her leave the room, heels clacking.

Bumblebee smirked. It was nice to have someone actually caring for him again. His time in Hotwire's lab had done him plenty of good, even if it didn't make the nightmares go away.

He lay there for a while, relaxing, but eventually the door of the lab opened again. He was sure it was Hotwire... but he couldn't hear the regular clack of Hotwire's light feet, only the *tap* *tap* *tap* of heavy metal. Which meant it was somebody else. And on the Nemesis, there was no way that could be a good thing.

"Well, if it isn't the little yellow slut," Starscream's voice was instantly recognisable, "Well... not so yellow now, are you?"

The effect that Starscream's voice had on him was comparable to that of a lightning bolt. Bumblebee jerked up and scooted to the edge of the table, staring around blindly in fright, afraid to say anything for fear of revealing that yes, he was quite capable of screaming again.

"You're not... afraid, are you?" Starscream chuckled and Bumblebee could hear him approaching. Suddenly one of his cold, rough hands was on top of the Autobot's chassis.

Bumblebee jerked again, his hand automatically reaching up to grasp Starscream's wrist, trying to keep the Decepticon from feeling him any further.

"Hotwire's made a few repairs... here... and there..." Starscream poked at Bumblebee's arms, then his crotch. Hotwire had been right - they were still sore, "Let's see if you can scream again, shall we?"

Bumblebee surprised himself with his own reaction, suddenly taking action, curling up his legs, placing his feet against Starscream's chest, and kicking with all his might. The move carried the smaller Autobot away from him and over the table, rolling into a crouch on the floor, "Get away from me, you sick bastard!" he shouted.

"I knew you could speak again... you were just keeping it quiet," Starscream even sounded as if he was grinning, and once again he was approaching. Bumblebee's kick hadn't even dented him. The Seeker bent down in front of the Autobot, and Bumblebee was suddenly coldly aware of how close the mech was, "You can't deny how much you really enjoyed it..." he hissed. As he said this, he reached forward and trailed a finger down Bumblebee's cheek.

Bumblebee slapped the mech's hand away. He knew he was seriously trying his luck, but it wasn't as if he had a great deal of options. He was sure that if it came down to a struggle, Starscream had all the advantages, including the ability to see, "If it's so good, why don't you try it?" the Autoboy said bitterly, "I'd be glad to return the favour."

Starscream wrapped one arm around Bumblebee, pinning him in place, "Would you?" he asked, "Dirge has some good things to say about that..." One hand started to reach between the mech's legs. The Autobot felt it like a terrifying jolt as Starscream started to rummage.

"But I'm... not fixed yet!" Bumblebee yelped, and it sounded like a horribly weak argument to him. It was all he had, though.

"Do I look like I care?" Starscream sneered, holding him in place, "You are pathetic, Autobot. But it's not as if you have a choice. Isn't it a shame your mommy isn't here to save you?"

Bumblebee gave an angry growl, the idea of Starscream doing the same to Hotwire causing his circuits to spark, "Pathetic? At least I can find a partner without resorting to screwing prisoners!" he snarled.

"I doubt it," Starscream smirked, "If you were, you wouldn't be so terrified every time I touch you. It's just not normal..." he pushed a hand forward fast, shoving Bumblebee back against the wall.

Bumblebee gasped in surprise, grabbing Starscream's arms as he was pinned against the medic lab wall, "I'm not afraid of you,” the Autobot said quietly. It was probable the least convincing lie he had ever told.

"WHY haven't your friends come for you?" Starscream asked him, "They're not dead... so maybe they don't care. Maybe there's something more important to think about..."

"That's not true!" Bumblebee shot back defensively. His friends wouldn't just leave him to his fate. They would come to rescue him eventually. Something was just keeping them busy for the moment; that was all. That had to be it. They'd be here any moment...

"Ah. Denial," Starscream gripped Bumblebee's jaw, "Go ahead, struggle," he leant forward until Bumblebee could feel his cold breath on his face, "Struggle..." he hissed.

"Go to the pit,” Bumblebee managed to whisper through the iron-hard grip the Decepticon had on his jaw.

"Hmmm..." Starscream stroked his face again, "You're not... frightened, are you?" he grinned and leant further forward, suddenly running his tongue over Bumblebee's cheek.

The smaller mech shivered in disgust, "I'm not afraid of you,” he repeated quietly, trying to dig his back into the wall behind him.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Starscream leered, "Maybe I'll rip out your voicebox again... maybe I'll tear out your audio sensors too. Then you'll be deaf as well," he leant forward again, biting down lightly on Bumblebee's neck, "It'll serve you right, too," he laughed, and pressed his lips to those of the yellow mech's.

Despite himself, Bumblebee again surprised himself by letting out a soft moan of pleasure. It wasn't Starscream's lips that initiated the outburst, but rather the flicker of pain from the bite to his neck. His own reaction shocked him, especially considering who was holding him there, and he immediately, intensely regretted it.

He felt Starscream grinning against him, "I knew you enjoyed it really, you disgusting, worthless little whore," the jet spat at the Autobot, and once again he reached between Bumblebee's thighs.

Bumblebee groaned and whined, trying to escape Starscream's groping but having nowhere to escape to. He felt the larger mech's hand rubbing him hard against his groin, sending mixed feelings of nausea and pleasure through his CPU, "W-Why me?" he asked the larger mech in a quivering voice.

"It's simple, little whore," Starscream smiled thinly, "You're small, and weak, and surprisingly attractive for an Autobot. And you hardly fight back at all..." he trailed a hand over Bumblebee's cheek, then gripped his jaw, digging a claw into Bumblebee's metal, "And you're the only one available..."

The young Autobot hissed and shivered, again feeling the pleasure surpass the disgust as the pain lit up sensors and circuit boards that had seemed dead previously. It was like ecstasy from sensation itself, joy for feeling anything at all. It mixed him up inside, and he didn't know what to think, mindlessly uttering a strained swear in response, "Oh, damn..."

"You're enjoying yourself, whore," Starscream smirked, standing and pulling Bumblebee to his feet, which were still shaky in their support of him, and held him up by the neck, "What a disgusting little creature you are."

Bumblebee could really disagree with that first assessment, but then he didn't really understand himself at the moment. He knew what was coming, and he knew he couldn't stop it, but he wanted a little dignity, at the least, "My name... is Bumblebee,” he choked out, dangling in Starscream's grasp.

"Yes... an insignificant little insect to be swatted," Starscream pulled the younger mech over to the table and started to push him down, "Give in now... submit, and it won't hurt quite so much..."

Bumblebee stumbled, his weak legs unable to keep him up, and he felt his back impact with the cold steel of the table. Fear raced through him again as he felt the larger mech loom over him, and he reached up, grabbing Starscream's arms. "No,” he called out, "Stop. Don't do this... please..."

"Who's going to stop me?" Starscream grinned, "Oh, my little whore... I own you. There's nothing more to it..." he started to straddle Bumblebee, his fingers kneading the mech's body, before leaning forward and running his tongue over some of the car's remaining metal.

Bumblebee shivered in fright, tilting his head away to try and escape Starscream's tongue, but all it accomplished was that more of his sensitive neck was exposed to the Decepticon.

Once again Starscream's teeth bit down on his neck, before he pulled back, a low chuckle moving through his throat, "Ah, I see you're afraid," he smiled coldly, "I suppose you're relying on Hotwire to return and protect you from me? As if she could fight me. As if she would even bother doing such a thing for you?"

The Autobot considered objecting to that, considered telling the Decepticon that Hotwire really did care about him and would try, but he was afraid that would make her a target of his, "She... she doesn't care enough, and she wouldn't cross you, Starscream,” the smaller mech told him.

"Good to see you're starting to realise how worthless you really are," Starscream laughed, and kissed Bumblebee again.

Squirming beneath him, Bumblebee tentatively found himself returning the kiss, if nothing else than to appease his captor... or feel something remotely resembling affection. For once, he found himself glad that he couldn't see.

"Not even fighting anymore," Starscream spoke, his lips moving against Bumblebee's, trailing a hand over his face, "And now... you're mine..." he sneered.

It was almost exactly at that moment that the door slammed open, and a female voice rang out, "STARSCREAM?! GET OFF HIM RIGHT NOW!" Hotwire shrieked.

A mix of relief and horror shot through Bumblebee's systems as he heard Hotwire's familiar voice. His all-encompassing fear shifting from his own fate to hers, and all he wanted in that moment was for Hotwire to turn and walk away for her own sake. Taking action, the small Autobot wrapped his arms around Starscream's neck, clinging to the larger mech.

One of Starscream's hands wrapped around Bumblebee's neck, "Just back off, Hotwire," he snarled, squeezing lightly, "This little whore is mine. He even enjoys it now..."

"You leave him alone!" Hotwire snarled, furious.

"I don't think he wants me to leave," Starscream grinned, "What a little whore he is... How about you say he's offline, and I'll take him back to my room for a pet..."

Clinging tightly to Starscream, Bumblebee spoke up into the mech's ear, his circuits practically screaming in worry for Hotwire, "Please don't leave me..." he begged, and he wasn't sure who he was asking.

Hotwire's claws flexed, "This is my lab," she told Starscream, "And if you want me to repair you the next time you're brought down in a battle, you'll get off Bumblebee right now!" She stepped forward, "Get off him! Now!"

"You heard the slut," Starscream smirked, "He wants this. So it's not even rape because he wants it so much..."

"I don't believe any sane person would want to touch you!" Hotwire retorted.

Bumblebee wanted to scream that Hotwire was being insane for standing up for him, but he knew that would give his game up entirely, so, still clinging tightly to Starscream, he rasped, "I want it. I want it, Starscream. Don't leave me here..."

Starscream watched Hotwire, who looked confused, even with half her face concealed by a visor. She really sucked at understanding people. Eventually, frowning, she said, "Fine. This doesn't mean I believe you though, Starscream. I'm believing Bumblebee. And I'll be back in less than an hour, so you'd better not still be at it by then." With that, she turned and walked out of the lab.

Starscream laughed mockingly as he watched her leave, "My word but she's dumb," he smirked, "And now... Now you are mine." he told Bumblebee.

Bumblebee shivered as he heard Hotwire leave the room, and he could swear a part of his spark died as she did so. But he knew it was for the best. He made his choice. Reaching up carefully with shaking fingers, he touched and found Starscream's face, leaning up to tenderly kiss his lips. "Do it,” he whispered against the mech's face, "Please... make me your bitch. Take me..."

Starscream smiled maliciously, trailing a finger down Bumblebee's cheek, "Thundercracker and Skywarp were right after all," he grinned, "They did break you..." he reached down and stroked at his own interfacing cables, then held Bumblebee's hips in place, and thrust his cables forward roughly into the Autobot's exhaust.

Bumblebee cried out, feeling pain mix with pleasure in that horrible, confusing way, the weight of Starscream's cables inside him. His shaking hands held onto the larger mech's shoulders, and the Autobot gasped, "But... I didn't want them..."

"When Hotwire... has finished... with her experiments..." Starscream grinned as he continued to thrust forward roughly, "I will take you... back to my room..." his thrusts became harder and rougher and faster, "And... keep... you... there..."

Bumblebee gasped louder, gripping tightly in pain, feeling a little like he was being torn in half, but the whole experience felt a little like waking up from a foggy-dreamed sleep. The pain, the physical closeness, the intensity, it made him feel alive and himself again, even if it was in a way he never anticipated or even desired. And it did feel good. Panting in time with Starscream's thrusts, he held himself against the Decepticon, lightly kissing his neck and groaning softly, saying, "Oh yes... keep me there... ungh... don't stop..."

Starscream's claws dug deeper into Bumblebee's shoulders, and he continued to thrust forward, "Stupid, weak little baby!" he mocked the Autobot, "Now you're just a slave; a toy - MY toy! Fight it if you want... there's nothing you can do to resist... because you love every moment of this... the pain... and the pleasure..."

Bumblebee did find that he liked the pain and the pleasure. But the thing that broke him out of his trance was the insults. Starscream only saw him as a toy to use whenever he wanted. There was no equality, no respect, and yet he was willingly giving in to this. The realization disgusted him, but he made no attempt at resistance, laying beneath Starscream and accepting every rough and mocking thrust.

Starscream grinned widely, trailing his hand lightly over Bumblebee's cheek - just before he landed a heavy slap across the young mech's face, smirking maliciously, "You're weak and pathetic and worthless," he continued to insult Bumblebee, pulling the Autobot's head back and forcing him into an ugly, painful kiss.

The young Autobot let off a muffled moan as he was snared in the rough kiss, tentatively trying to reciprocate it while gripping Starscream's sides. A small trickle of lubricant oozed out of him as another jolt of pleasure stabbed through him, and the smaller mech shivered beneath the dominant Decepticon.

Starscream's claws continued to dig into Bumblebee, not in the least ashamed to hurt his new pet, "And now there's nobody here to protect you, to heal you, to save you," he smirked as the mech shivered in a combination of pleasure and fear, "Little whore," he added smugly.

Bumblebee whined pitifully beneath him, twisting and writhing in the sensations he was feeling. The Autobot was ashamed to admit that he enjoyed this, even as much as he despised his partner. It made the small mech hate himself all the more. Wrapping his legs around Starscream's waist, he pushed his hips up, meeting Starscream's thrusts with ones of his own, "Oh, I am a little whore... Mmph! Ugh..." he uttered, wishing he could vomit the words out.

Approaching overload already, Starscream thrust forward again, then spilled lubricant into Bumblebee's exhaust. Grinning widely, he pulled back and sighed, pleased, "And once again, I own you," he said, standing up and looking down at Bumblebee. With a quick move, he knocked the mech off the table and to the floor, kicking him in the midriff, "And you are nothing but a slave," he leered.

Bumblebee just whimpered, curling into a ball on the floor to try and shield himself from the attack, glad that he couldn't see Starscream or himself.

"Heh..." Starscream kicked Bumblebee again, but this time walked out of the med-lab. Right outside the lab itself, Hotwire was leaning on the wall. It was quite likely that she had heard it all, and she gave Starscream a look of unabridged hatred, before she walked back into the lab.

Bumblebee didn't notice her enter or just didn't care, shivering and whimpering on the floor, covering himself as best as he could. He was scared, disgusted, and humiliated all at once, confused by how he had enjoyed some of it, feeling very alone.

Hotwire locked the door, then turned, looking down at Bumblebee, "Why did you tell me to leave?" she asked, not the slightest hint of emotion in her voice.

Slowly, Bumblebee glanced up with blind optics, facing his medic friend. "...I couldn't let you get hurt by him,” he said softly, "You're safe this way."

"You were hurt, and I promised you that I would protect you," Hotwire said coolly, "I'm not afraid of anything Starscream may threaten to do to me. And believe me, I know what he can do, the cowardly, sadistic little worm that he is. But now I see that you are not safe here, whether as a result of your own willingness to submit, or because of him. Do you even know how disgustingly low and filthy Starscream is? I'm a doctor. I have to know."

"It... it doesn't matter,” the hurt mech told her quietly, "I'm dead anyway. ...Better me than you."

Hotwire rapped her claws against a table, staring up, "I will not permit you to be abused in this way," she said, "Bumblebee..." she knelt beside him, cradling his head, "I promised you that I would protect you," she told him.

He rested his head in her lap, sighing heavily and relaxing, soothed by her presence, "How can you do that?" he asked her honestly.

"If I must... I will take you away from this place," Hotwire replied, "And back home. Tomorrow we will spend eighteen hours replacing your armour and your optics."

"Weapons, too,” Bumblebee added, becoming very still, thinking of Starscream again, thinking of how he had been humiliated and mistreated, "I want to be ready."

"You do understand that when I take you home, I cannot go with you," Hotwire said quietly, "You're an Autobot. I'm not."

The thought of leaving Hotwire behind hurt, and he knew he couldn't just leave this place without at least trying to convince her to follow, "Why?" he asked her desperately, "You don't belong here, and you know it!"

"True," Hotwire admitted, "But I don't belong with Autobots either," She picked up Bumblebee and laid him on the table, "Sometimes social charity means granting monsters refuge. Sometimes that's exactly what it means."

Bumblebee shook his head quickly. "That's not social charity,” he argued, "If you wanted to be charitable, you'd let them die. You have to give me more than the Hippocratic oath," he insisted.

Hotwire raised an optic ridge, "Fine," she said, "Two reasons. First of all, the Autobots already have a medic. Second of all, I really, really hate my Autobot step-father. He convinced my Autobot father to lie to me. Thanks to him, I thought I was split down the middle for eight million years. That's a long time, Bumblebee. Even if you can live forever."

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Harley: While you’re guessing, read and review. In other news, I've made a picture of Hotwire for TA.
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