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Golden Heat	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 2548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Golden Heat

By Phoenix, written for Snowblaze (Snowblaze is the property of Snowblaze)

NOTES: I wrote this a long time ago for a good friend. I don't know where she is now, but I hope she doesn't mind me putting up this fic.
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The femme sat stiffly in her chair. Hands clasped firmly in her lap; optics staring rigidly at the viewscreen in front of her. She tried not to listen or pay attention to the mumblings and curses of Rattrap sitting on the other side of the room while he challenged the computer to yet another round of cyber-poker.

“Two hundred and twenty thousand credits?! Why you son of a-” (SMACK) - Rattraps hand came forcefully down on the computer console, not caring that it immediately emitted an audio-shattering shriek of indignity.

“Ahhhhh! Go stuff it up where Rhinox’s medical examination doesn’t shine!” he swore.

Snowblaze shuddered, kept her lips shut in a straight line, and plaintively ignored the tantrum. She ignored the fact that her watch-mate should have been paying more attention to his duties. It wasn’t up to her to play mother to the insolent ‘bots of this crew. That was Optimus’ job. Thank Primus. If he still existed – which she doubted.

“Hey Snowy.”

She didn’t turn her head, “What?”

“Whats Prowl doin’ after his shift?”

Her optics shifted across the viewscreen and her fingers twitched, “Why?”

“Awww, c’mon, I just wanna know if Mr Studly is free or not! Don’t bite my head off!”

Snowblaze’s lips curled slightly, “If I ever do any such thing; you’ll know about it. And no, I don’t know what he’s up to.”

Rattrap snorted, “Oooooookay.”

The pair lapsed back into silence. The femme stayed riveted to the screen, occasionally adjusting the view with a tap of a claw on the controls. The rat slid sideways glances at her. (What’s biting her ass? She ain’t being normal,) Rattrap mused, (She was never one to talk much, but she was always polite, and mostly pleasant. Huh.) His mind tumbled with the problem of the female snowcat for a while, before drifting off onto something else. He had no idea of the turmoil of frustrated, tormenting emotions currently ravaging his femme friend.

Snowblaze knew something was wrong. She had run system check, after system check. Nothing. She had even sneakily placed herself in the restoration chamber for a short period to see if it would fix whatever was wrong. Nothing. No change. It was starting to frighten her – if only a touch. She had this constant urge to DO something, but she had no idea what. Thinking of her mate or being around him drove her crazy. It was like she had this wild itch, and she couldn’t scratch it. What was worse, she couldn’t explain it to Prowl. She was unable to think and it drove her so mad she had begun avoiding him altogether; even going so far as sleeping outside the Axalon these past couple of nights – something that she knew had to be worrying Prowl and Optimus. Such behavior on her part was entirely abnormal.

Her shift ended, but she didn’t move or realise it until Dinobot stomped up behind her.

“My turn for duty, she-bot,” he growled from behind her chair. Her claws were out, she was hissing savagely, and crouching on the floor in battle stance before she knew what was happening. Dinobot looked as surprised as she was when reality hit her. She blinked, sheathed her claws and stood up, locking optics with the bemused dino.

“Sorry,” she muttered, and slinked out of the room with her shoulders hunched. Dinobot watched her go. He sniffed. Sniffed again; raising his nose and taking a good long whiff, then lowering it to sniff the chair Snowblaze had vacated rather hurriedly. Ahhhh. So that was it. He grinned to himself and took his seat. Poor Prowl didn’t know what was coming……and he wouldn’t be able to avoid it if he did. Dinobot had a very sick smile plastered on his face for his entire shift.

**

Snowblaze hung around restlessly inside the Axalon. She wanted to go out and run until she couldn’t walk straight, but she was rostered on for a jungle recon mission tonight, and didn’t want to be about as energetic as rat poop for it. Turning a corner down the hall to the sleeping quarters, she spotted Prowl coming the other way. His head was down, scanning a set of documents intently. Snowblaze’s skin hair stood on end, her optics narrowed to slits and she hissed. Prowl stopped in his tracks, head snapping up.

“Snowy??” he whispered, then his jaw hung open as she transformed, gave a growling hiss, and took off back the way she had came; paws flying at impossible speed. Her mate stood stunned, (What?!), then he dropped his papers and ran after her. He reached the command centre then lost track of her. He did encounter a startled Optimus Primal standing at the command table and blinking rapidly in a daze.

“Snowy?” Prowl demanded, leaping onto the roof hatch when Optimus pointed at the ceiling with a shaking finger. Prowl maximised into his winged cat mode and stared into the horizon where he could just make out the faraway dust of his lover’s tracks in the distance. Too late. He couldn’t catch up now, and she would make the forest and disappear before he could fly after her. Dammit. Cursing; and worried about her; he dropped back down into the ship. Optimus still looked a bit wide-eyed. He stared at Prowl,

“What was that all about?”

Prowl sat on his haunches and craned his head up, blowing air gently out through his nostrils, “Don’t know,” he said softly, “she acted like I was her most hated enemy, then she ran away,” he hung his head, “I don’t know.”

The maximal leader frowned, “That’s Prime. You know she’s been sleeping outside? Disabling the hatch alarms so she won’t be disturbed?”

“I know!” Prowl’s lips twisted and he transformed, “how could I not? We are supposed to sleep in the same bed,” he said in frustration. “I can’t even talk to her.”

Both males looked up at a deep chortling coming from the doorway. Dinobot was standing leaning against the wall; smiling widely with a toothy grin.

“Know you not what is troubling the she-femme?” he snorted, “fools. Listen with your instincts.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Prowl demanded, Optimus raising an optic at Prowl’s unusual display of temper.

“Ahhh, the femme is; shall we say; under the influence.”

“What?!”

“Look, kitty-cat,” Dinobot moved into the room as Prowl bristled and Optimus looked wary, “your female needs you.”

“I know that! But I can’t get near her!” Prowl showed restraint by hissing instead of screaming.

“Noooo. She does not need you that way.” Dinobot stopped and tapped his claws on the table slowly.

“Why am I even listening to this?!” Prowl clenched his hands and turned to leave. Primal grabbed his arm.

“Prowl, wait. If he thinks he knows something, its more than we know, at least.”

Dinobot smirked to himself. It wasn’t often Primal gave him praise.

“Go on, Dinobot,” Optimus ordered.

The ex-Predacon leaned across the table at Prowl, “Let me put it simply for you, Maximal. The femme is on heat.”

Prowl blinked. Optimus looked puzzled. Neither had any idea what he was talking about. Optimus started to think Dinobot was talking crap.
Dinobot waited for a reaction. There was none. They stood there looking stupid. He sighed inwardly. This was going to be difficult…or fun. Depended what way you looked at it.

“Do neither of you know anything about animals?” Dinobot growled, “warriors such as ourselves must know everything that may give us an advantage over our enemy.”

Prowls optics narrowed, “What in Primus name are you talking about?”

“Sex. Or interfacing. Ravaging. Whatever you wish to call it, Maximal.”

Prowl roared and threw himself over the table, hands outstretched for Dinobots’ throat. “HOW *DARE* YOU!!!!” he howled. Primal reacted fast to snatch his officer in mid-flight and hold him back with his over-powering strength. The Maximal leader may have prevented Prowl from bloodshed, but that didn’t mean he was letting Dinobot off the hook.

“That’s enough!” Optimus said curtly, “we’ll talk sensibly – WITHOUT the childish remarks – or not at all! Any more comments like that and you’ll find yourself in trouble!”

Dinobot smiled, “Of course. I did not mean anything disparaging. I was merely trying to explain Snowblaze’s current condition.”

Primal harumphed, and cautiously let a spitting Prowl go, pushing him back to the otherside of the table and away from Dinobot. Prowl stood stiffly at the table, optics grinding into Dinobot’s, who stared calmly back.

“Continue, Dinobot,” Optimus said evenly. The velociraptors optics flickered; his lips curling a little.

“Very well,” he said, “if the kittycat can control himself-”

Prowl’s uncharacteristic high-pitched scream of rage made Dinobot flinch. Optimus was too busy struggling to hold down his officer to notice.

“Get out of here!” the Maximal leader yelled, managing to restrain the winged cat in a headlock on the floor. Dinobot smirked, inclined his head gracefully, and left. Optimus sighed and dropped his head wearily, listening to Prowl’s spitting and violent hissing. The cats writhing motions slowed, then stopped. His panting filled the room. Warily, Primal relaxed his hold, releasing it all the way when Prowl did not make an attempt to run. The ape stood up and stared down at the inconsolable warrior on the floor. Prowl got to his knees, and sat there; hands resting on his thighs, head bowed.

“I know what you and she are like, Prowl. I know how……..close you are. And yes, Dinobot is a bastard.”

Prowl smiled at that and lifted his head, “Yes. I did figure that out by myself,” he said quietly.

Optimus tilted his head to one side, “What he said about Snowy might be correct though. Whatever ‘on-heat’ means.” He helped Prowl to his feet and watched as he brushed himself down. Optimus glanced at the chronometer, “Its getting late. There’s nothing you can do until she comes back. Go and get some shuteye. She has to arrive back before her mission tonight. I’ll call you then.”

Prowl didn’t look pleased at that. His narrowed optics flickered at Optimus as he glanced at him sideways, but he knew he was right. It was never possible to find Snowblaze if she didn’t want to be found. He headed to their quarters.

**

Snowblaze ran and ran. She made no attempt to be quiet as she pounded crazily along the plains. The forest came up in front of her, and still she didn’t stop. She lunged straight on, crashing through the undergrowth like a mad thing. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. A wise set of worried optics watched her antics. Tigertron sat on his haunches and listened to the havoc she was wrecking. He knew what was going on, and wondered if he should explain it to her. Certainly, Prowl didn’t have a clue. He was too young. Inexperienced.

He perked his ears up as Snowblaze plowed to a stop in a clearing. She stood with all four legs splayed and head down to catch her breath. Her sides rose and fell as she gulped great swathes of air into her desperate lungs.

Tigertron shook his head. She was causing herself (and Prowl) such pain over something so basically simple; something neither of them knew how to fix.

**

Prowl sat at his computer console, staring at it like a foreign object. He couldn’t sleep, no matter what Optimus had told him to do. He flexed his slender fingers and typed, ‘heat’ into the question box on the screen. The Axalon’s memory banks blurted out over one hundred thousand matches. He added, ‘female’, and got the matches cut down to under one hundred. Better.

What he found surprised him. The Axalon’s explanation was crude and to the point, but he could understand it. He read it all, then sat back in his seat, staring numbly at the screen.

“Oh primus…” he murmured. He had to talk to Rhinox. This was too much.

**

Snowblaze didn’t return to the Axalon until well into the evening the next day. She had missed her mission, and that on top of everything else was really pushing her over the edge. She was worn out to the point that she was willing to brave Prowl in their quarters if only she could sleep in her nice, warm, soft, beckoning, recharge bed…..

No one troubled her as she walked the corridors to her and Prowl’s quarters. The place was almost deathly quiet. She was too intent on placing one weary foot in front of the other to care. Stumbling into the quarters, it took her a moment to recognise the faint click of the auxiliary door locks sealing the door behind her. Wait a minute. She hadn’t switched them on…..

“Snowy…..”

She spun around, optics flaring. Her lover was standing a few feet away from her, watching her with a worried look. A surge of hormonal energon spiked her systems. She let out an incredible scream. Prowl flinched. She stopped; standing rigid and trembling.

“Yes, I know exactly how you feel….” Prowl said, in the time old tradition of every male there ever was, to try and make his female feel better that he ‘understood’ her problem. Fat chance.

Snowblaze’s face dropped. What? Here she was in absolute torment from Primus know’s what, and he was making inane comments like that? She wanted to kill him. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

She leapt at him and proceeded to chase her ever-loving mate around the room at a million miles per hour. He evaded her every lunge and swipe. Dammit. What was wrong with her? She taunted herself that she couldn’t catch one chauvinistic, arrogant, bloody, soon-to-be-dead male. They surged over the bed, bounded off the walls, leapfrogged the desk…….until her energy suddenly faded. She was stuffed. Her rasping breathing filled the room from where she was collapsed inelegantly on her butt in the middle of the floor rug. Her lover watched her cautiously from the safety of behind the desk.

“Feel better?” he asked timidly, a little frightened by her sudden rage. Here he was; big, strong, fearless warrior; cringing before a pissed off femme. Sheesh. Her head jerked up –

“ROWRRRRR!!!!” once again she leapt for him – but this time she fell flat on her face. Her body was too exhausted to comply with her murderous demands. She lay groaning. Prowl knelt next to her, laying a hand on her shoulder. This time, he kept his mouth shut, and merely patted her shoulder comfortingly. She stopped whimpering. He tensed for an explosion.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into the carpet.

Prowl looked surprised, “You’re sorry? For what? Hey, you had every right to do what you did. Its not your fault.”

“Really?” Snowblaze asked wearily.

“Very really. C’mon sit up.” He helped her sit upright with her legs folded beneath her. Her face was a mess. Her skin was grey, her optics were dark, great deep hollows which shadowed her cheekbones……but she still looked beautiful to him. Her optics were downcast as she sniffled and stared at the floor; avoiding his gaze. No one knew who initiated it, but they found themselves hugging each other tightly. The femme pushed her nose into the small of his neck and cuddled close. Prowl stroked her shoulders, wondering if this was the right time to bring up the ‘in-heat’ thing. The decision was made for him.

Snowblaze began nuzzling his neck, quickly turning it into kisses and growling bites which made their way down his shoulder and to his chest. He sat still, not wanting to upset her. She lay her hands palm down on his chest and licked at the muscles she found there. Prowl dropped his head back and gave a long, lengthy groan. The attention was heavenly after the furore of the last few weeks. They hadn’t made love for over 3 weeks – it seemed like an eternity to him.

Her tongue laved over him in slow strokes; her fingers kneading gently as she purred her own enjoyment. Prowl squeaked when one of her questing fingers reached his warm codpiece and tugged at the bindings. She lifted her head and smiled at him evilly. Uh-oh. She was up to something…..
His optics widened when she ripped off his covering without releasing the catches. Oh boy – was she eager! He didn’t bemoan the damage to his codpiece; the way she was caressing and cooing over what it had revealed more than made up for its loss. His erection was painfully enormous. Her hands squeezed and tormented him, fondling his length and teasing the tip. His thighs shook.

“S-s-snowy…..” he moaned, hands coming up to grab at her. She giggled and rolled away from him. Again, he grabbed for her, and she deftly kept beyond his reach. Getting frustrated, he stood and glared at her, his hands stuck on his hips and lower lip pushed out in a pout. She laughed at him – he looked quite silly standing there with his manhood poking out in front of him like a wayward flagpole.

“So I’m *funny* now, am I?” Prowl raised an optic at her. She smirked in reply and pointed to their bed with an outstretched arm,

“Sit.”

He narrowed his optics as if to challenge that, then sighed in resignation and did as he was told. He walked to the bed and sat down, balancing precariously on the edge. His lover didn’t come over right away. First she gave him an eyeful as she efficiently removed her armor to reveal her lithe physique – with curves in places that made Prowl begin to drool – then she sauntered over to him, noting the way his optics remained riveted between her legs. Her hands settled on his knees, and she pushed them apart.

He bit his lip – he knew what was coming next.

Tenderly, the femme lovingly stroked his throbbing length, rubbing her fingertips up and down. Her optics studied him languidly. She was always amazed at this part of him, it was so different from the rest of him and it defied his control and finesse, turning him into a wild, crying beast whenever she manipulated it. Right now, he had fallen back on the bed; his legs stretched out, wings twitching and hips making small desperate jerks to push his maleness up against her teasing hand. He was moaning her name.

She chuckled and stopped her ministrations. Prowl went silent, then lifted his head questioningly; his legs still shuddering.

“Wha – mmm…..”

Snowy had moved up beside him on the bed and had captured his mouth with her own. She pushed at his chest with one hand to ease him back down. He complied with nary a whimper. Her fingers played with the cute black ears of his beast form on his chest, and a purring started up deep within him. She added her own to it when he cupped one of her exposed breasts and thumbed the nipple. Her startled cry was swallowed by his mouth.

His lips left hers and he dragged her on top of him, settling her along his length. She purred louder when he caressed her bottom and pressed her crotch against his sweltering erection. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she let him roam her body with his hands, sighing and perching upon his hips.

She jumped when one of his fingers probed gently at her opening. Her optics flared on and she stared down at him while her body ground itself down against his hand. He grinned up at her and manipulated her with his fingers. Her whimpers and squeals of pleasure were heaven to him.
The femme shook her head from side to side in torment, “Noo…..more….oh….Prowl.!”
From the gush of fluids that covered his arm, he guessed she
was pretty close. Not to mention that his rigid interface was being repeatedly rubbed along her belly by her desperate squirmings. Her front was becoming covered with pre-ejaculate – not to mention the organic sweat that was plastering his beautiful black fur flat.

Snowblaze wrenched herself off his hand, panting. Prowl arched an optic, then clutched at the bed and clawed at the sheets when she raised her hips and began to sheath him fully within her. The femme looked down and watched as his entire length was eased inside. It was an erotic sight. Her head bent, and she shuddered with the wild sensations coursing through her. It felt wonderful to be impaled by his hardness.

Her mate thrust up into her with a resounding growl. His jaw was jammed tight, as his face was screwed up with furious ecstasy. She grasped at his shoulders and rode him wildly. The feel of his shaft rubbing against her insides was maddening. His thrusts got harder, until she was thrown upward in savage jolts. She felt his hands grab at her waist to anchor her and she covered his hands with her own. Their optics met, staying together despite the wild ride. He grunted in a deep, masculine sound of pleasure with each delving invasion. His back lifted up off the bed in an effort to get deeper into her.

Their bodies became incredibly slick with fluids, making it hard for Snowblaze to stay aboard his hips; but she was to far gone to care about anything but the intense, spiraling ecstasy between her legs.

With a piercing cry, Prowl exploded beneath her. His entire body arched up off the bed, supported by only his heels and shoulders. She could feel the hot spurts of ejaculate shoot far within her. Her scream echoed his as she followed him into oblivion.

Slowly, they relaxed; ragged breathing filling their bedchamber. She went limp on him, her head being pillowed by his chest. They lay together for a while, not saying anything. Snowblaze wriggled her hips where they were joined.

“You want me to…?” Prowl murmured into her audio.

“No, its okay,” she smiled back, then reached down and lifted the blankets over both of them.

“Ahh, better…” her mate sighed, cuddling her close.

“Mm.”

More silence.

“Snow?”

“Yeah.”

“You feeling alright now?”

Snowy paused, searching herself. “Uh….yes! I do feel more…um..in control. I think.”

“Oh good,” Prowl smirked.

She slapped him.

“OwwWW!”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Aww, hey, I was only asking. Besides, I know what was causing all your problems.”

“MY *problems*?” she pouted, “oh, okaaaaayyy. I get it. The femme is the problem-”

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it-”

Snowblaze chuckled, “I know, I know. I’m teasin’!”

“Humph.”

“Prowl!”

“Errr….what if I explain it to you – after this?”

“What do you mean after – HEY! No fair!”

Prowl chuckled and continued his administrations on her delectable body.

“I’m sure you’ll feel *much* better after this, honey…...”

Snowblaze’s pleasurable purring proved him right.

END!
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