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Captive to a Nightmare	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Title: Captive to a Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; slight Prowl/???
Rating for This Chapter: R
Warnings for This Chapter: innuendo, squick, violence
Summary: (7/? AU) Time in the jungle turns dangerous.

Growling in disgust, Prowl disentangled from Lockdown and slipped into the water, frantically scrubbing the older mech’s lubricant from his armor. He was shaking violently, and he fought to keep his intakes regulated, optics brimming with tears of frustration. Prowl furiously wiped at his optics and waded out of the water, staring back at Lockdown in hatred.

Needing to get away and clear his processor, Prowl strode off into the jungle, stopping when his sensors could barely detect Lockdown. He slumped beneath a gigantic tree sprouting thousands of crimson flowers. A soft smile formed on Prowl’s face as he watched various multicolored birds fly about, singing amongst the branches, some drinking the nectar from the lush flowers while others snagged buzzing insects. He became so lost in the serene scene that he failed to notice that several of the birds to his far right were being snatched from the branches, feathers drifting down to the jungle floor. When a bird was snatched within Prowl’s optics, the ninjabot jumped to his pedes in shock. The branches above him twisted and creaked, and a loud guttural grunt echoed out.

“H--Hello?” Prowl called out. “Who’s there?”

Prowl hoped it was Lockdown playing a joke on him, but his instincts told him otherwise. Two shapes suddenly leaped from the large tree, landing a few feet in front of Prowl. Both of the creatures were bigger than Prowl, tufts of fur covering their necks, wrists, and ankles, and dark scales filled in the rest of their bodies. Their faces were canine-like, ears pointed and long, snout wide with razor sharp fangs protruding over their lips. Each beast had four large yellow eyes, all of which were gazing curiously at Prowl. Their long tails, covered in sharp spines, swished wildly as Prowl took a step back. The ninjabot grunted in pain as something from behind knocked him to ground. He was roughly turned over, and he found himself staring at another creature, this one much, much bigger than the other two.

“H--Hello,” Prowl stammered, uncertain how to react to these new beings.

“H--Hello,” the creature above him replied.

The other two beasts rushed forward and stated in unison, “H--Hello.”

“My name is Prowl,” the ninjabot said. “Do you have a name?”

“My name is Prowl,” the creature above him responded. “Do you have a name?”

The other two beasts repeated the statement.

Prowl gritted his dentals shook his helm. These creatures could mimic his language, but they didn’t seem to understand it. He jolted when all three nibbled his armor, tasting and testing it for any weaknesses. All three let out clicking and grunting noises as their long, silky tongues continued to explore him, leaving the ninjabot confused. The alien creatures were being gentle, but Prowl knew that any sudden movements on his part could change that. He didn’t want to fight, but he was growing more anxious with every passing minute, and the creatures’ tongues were becoming invasive, slipping beneath seams and drifting closer to his groin. His cheeks heated up when the largest of the three creatures grabbed his thigh and pushed his leg back, pressing its snout to his exposed aft, taking in deep whiffs of his scent. It was then that Prowl discovered the creature was a male. The proof was currently jutting between the beast’s legs. The other two creatures became excited, and both tried to jam their snouts into Prowl’s groin. The bigger male snarled and swatted its tail at the other two as it clawed at Prowl’s protective paneling.

This was getting out of hand. Prowl knew he had to get away, and he thought about using his jetpack, but it would do him little good when the creature’s had a death grip on his leg. His salvation came when the larger male ferociously attacked the other two beasts, and Prowl scrambled to his pedes, running off and using his jetpack to give him extra speed. He shouted in panic as he flew directly into Lockdown, and the force of the impact sent both rolling violently across the ground. Once they stopped rolling, Prowl grunted in pain as Lockdown’s servo tightly wrapped around his neck, hauling him up until he was dangling in midair.

“You tried to get away from me,” Lockdown growled, voice cold and harsh.

“N--No!” Prowl gasped, struggling to free himself. “Lockdown, please, listen to m--”

Lockdown gave Prowl a hard shake, cutting the ninjabot off. “You little brat! I--”

The bounty hunter never finished. The three alien creatures had caught up, and the two smaller males tackled Lockdown to the ground, fangs sinking into his neck and shoulder. The larger male grabbed Prowl’s pede and, after a short tug of war with Lockdown, pried the ninjabot from the bounty hunter. Prowl hated resorting to violence, but the creature wasn’t leaving him with many options. He didn’t want to be dragged off deep into the jungle and forced into mating with the being. A sharp yowl escaped the beast’s mouth as Prowl punched it across the snout. The creature retaliated by violently smacking Prowl across the face, and the force of the blow split the ninjabot’s bottom lip open, energon dribbling down his chin.

Blind rage clouded Lockdown’s processor as he witnessed Prowl being struck. No one was going to get away with harming his ninjabot. Smoke billowed from his frame as he rapidly heated up from fury. The fangs locked in his armor melted, and the creatures on top of him screamed and stumbled away in agony, manically rubbing their mouths. Ignoring the two creatures writhing beside him, Lockdown stormed toward the beast on top of Prowl, extending his chainsaw and swiping at the creature. Hissing in anger, the beast dodged the attack, scrambling up a tree, still holding Prowl by the leg. Dangling upside down, Prowl cursed and kicked at the creature, even managing to throw a shuriken at it. Prowl’s attacks did little to faze the beast. The male was too focused on escaping Lockdown and keep hold of its prize. Grabbing a nearby branch, Prowl clung to it for dear life, hoping that Lockdown would reach him before the creature could yank him loose.

Lockdown scaled up the tree, smoke rising from the bark where his fingers touched. Snarling, the beast slashed at Lockdown, yelping as the bounty hunter’s chainsaw sliced through its chest, exposing bone, blue blood spurting out across the older mech’s armor, instantly fizzling into nothing. Howling in agony, the creature dropped Prowl and lunged at Lockdown. Another swipe of Lockdown’s chainsaw severed the creature’s head, and the bounty hunter leaped down after Prowl, immediately cooling his frame and catching the ninjabot in his arms.

“I could have landed myself,” Prowl grumbled.

The creature’s head and lifeless body landed next to them with a loud thud. The other two beasts gazed at their fallen leader and then retreated into the jungle. Growling, Lockdown started to go after the two beasts, but Prowl stopped him.

“Please…let them go…I just want to return to the city,” Prowl begged.

The fury died down in Lockdown’s optics, and he tenderly rubbed away a trail of energon from Prowl’s chin. “You injured anywhere else?”

“N--No,” Prowl replied, trembling. “Lockdown…I wasn’t trying to run away. I just wanted to explore a bit. I’m…sorry. Please…I…”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” Lockdown interrupted, “but don’t go anywhere by yourself again without my permission. You won’t like the consequences. Got it?”

Prowl meekly nodded.

“Good,” Lockdown growled, embracing Prowl.

Lockdown’s behavior was confusing as ever. Before it had appeared as if the bounty was about to turn him into scrap, and now the older mech was being gentle with him. Prowl tensed as Lockdown’s face nuzzled into his neck, glossa darting out to trace over a cable.

“Lockdown…what are you doing?” Prowl asked.

Lockdown snarled into Prowl’s neck, “That thing’s scent is all over you. I can’t stand it.” His servo dipped to Prowl’s groin. “I need to get rid of it.”

“No…no…please…stop,” Prowl whimpered, pushing at the older mech’s wandering servos. “Those creatures might come back. We need to leave. Lockdown, please, stop.”

Lockdown shook his helm and murmured, “Need to get that scent off you.”

Whimpering in defeat, Prowl went limp in Lockdown’s arms. Lockdown obsessively nuzzled, licked, and grinded into Prowl, occasionally stopping to sniff out any traces left of the creature, and when he caught more whiffs of the beast, his obsessive ritual of licking and rubbing started over. Eventually, Prowl found himself flipped over, aft raised up by Lockdown’s servos, crying out when the bounty hunter’s glossa swiped over his aft.

“Stop!” Prowl snapped.

“Shh,” Lockdown cooed. “I know you like this. You’re getting wet…right here.”

Prowl jolted as Lockdown’s fingers skimmed over his covered port. “No! No!”

“Don’t try to lie to me,” Lockdown chuckled. “I can smell your arousal. It’s so…intoxicating. Open up and let me taste you.”

Energon running cold in terror, Prowl thrashed and screamed, “No! Not out here! Please stop! Enough! Please, take me back to the shuttle!”

Grinning wide, Lockdown hauled Prowl up and darted back toward the shuttle. Prowl groaned when he realized what he had inadvertently agreed to. He wished other things could occupy Lockdown’s processor besides violence and sex. The tension in his frame grew as he was laid out in the back of the shuttle and the doors locked. It felt like the walls of the small shuttle were closing in on him as Lockdown loomed over him. He tried to speak, but Lockdown’s lips covered his mouth in a gentle kiss, mindful of his wound.

“Let me see your port,” Lockdown growled. “Need to taste you…touch you…claim you…”

“Lockdown…no…” Prowl whimpered in despair, processor racing to come up with any excuse to keep this from happening. “Please…I…I’m filthy from the fight…please no…not now.” The older mech’s dentals bared at him in a furious snarl. “Later…I…I promise…I won’t fight…I’ll let you…taste…my…port…later.” Trying to keep his fueling tanks from purging, he kissed Lockdown, slowly, sensually, servo massaging the older mech’s cheek, eliciting a low, pleased rumble from the bounty hunter. “Please, Lockdown? Later…please?”

Optics shuttering in annoyance, Lockdown pulled away and sat away from Prowl, taking in a few breaths to cool himself down before punching in coordinates for the shuttle to follow. “Fine…but I’m holding you to your word, kid. You better not fight me…”

“I won’t,” Prowl whimpered, curling up into a ball in the backseat.

TBC
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