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Monster	By : glasseyeviolet Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > FemmeSlash - F/F Views: 1789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is posted on FFnet under Ladyredvelvet (which is my other account.) It is more mild and won't show the scenes of anything disturbing.
Universe: TFA
Warnings: Eventual femme x femme, violence, and a few other things that I will warn about with each chapter.
I had also thought about putting in a femme with a cord but I am scared this story will get scrapped because of that. So I am still thinking about it but probably not putting it in. (I am very unsure of everything as you can see.)
Yes, a cliche story but I had no idea how to interact a Decepticon femme and an Autobot femme. (I am not sure if there is going to be a plot so I have no idea. Just rolling with it.)
Also terribly sorry for the grammar if someone wants to beta I do not mind. I always can use the improvement.
I just needed some femme slash is all, there isn't enough on here.
The chapter title is of a song by the Porcelain and the Tramps (or Porcelain Black) probably gonna use songs to help me with these chapters.

Monster
My Leftovers
A faint click resounded through the small lab at the epicenter of the Iacon lab tower. Blue optics widened in glee when she studied the new specimens in the cubic containers.
"Amazing!" she gasped when one of the specimens begun to maneuver itself into an insect root mode. "Once Perceptor gets word of this he will be thrilled! The Insecticons are getting around wonderfully!" with another giggle she wrote down more inscriptions on her newest project.
Satisfied with her data she turned towards the organized archaeometry datapads. Gingerly, she placed the Insecticon files back into the proper slot with a gratified smile.
Glyph tilted her helm in satisfaction, and they say she needs to get out more! The archaeometrist preferred the hum of the lab systems compared to the brash partying surrounding the city anyway.
Optics refocused on her next task with vigor, she pulled out another blank datapad to fill out more information on the new technoorganic creation. Since discovering the three Insecticons on the outskirts of Iacon she could not stop writing data on them. They were to say the least more interesting than the rock collection she found a few orns ago. Maybe this time Perceptor will allow her to work in the main lab once she figured out the main origins of the Insecticons. The thought made her even giddier when she started to type out Cybertronian glyphs on her datapad.
She paused for a moment when a scratching sound caught her off guard. The orange lab with its bright lights hummed in response to her suspicion. Apprehensive, she glanced around the two tables in her small lab. Nothing out of the ordinary caught her optics, not even the Insecticons stirred in their translucent cubical.
With a heavy intake she set to her task once more pushing the paranoia out of her processor blaming it on the lack of recharge.
Glyph lifted her finger tapping out a few Cybertronian words when the sound came again. The crunch perked her audial nubs when she surveyed the room. The door to her office is locked, alongside the way to get in. Nobody could get in either way, unless there is a hidden door somewhere…
Hah! That is just silly, her processor playing tricks on her again she supposed.
"Hello?" probably just a cyberrat of some sort, she will have to ask Wheeljack for a substance to get rid of them.
Now that she thought about that, probably not, Wheeljack is a genius but his experiments tend to explode.
Glyph shook her helm while digging through her subspace for her glue gun. She never would actually use a laser gun, it promoted too much violence. The glue gun would help her make an escape easier without anyone getting hurt.
The sound begun to grow louder, and with that Glyph's uneasiness rising. Not wasting any time she the Elite Guard of the unusual sounds. Before she could say a single word a loud bang ricocheted through the lab, the impact of the explosion catching her off guard and throwing her lithe frame into the wall.
Processor muddled from the reeling effects of the explosion. She could feel the nanites working on her taxed systems when something muffled caught her static filled audio systems.
Voices carried through the haze when she finally got her audial system to work. Her processor ached indefinitely from the screechy vocoders that tore through the lab.
"You fool! You were not supposed-"
"…As if you could-"
Glyph tried to recalibrate her optics twice but only got blurry images. She tried to push herself up but her legs did not register the command.
"Who's that?"
"Who cares all I want is the Insecticons." The scratchy voice growled. The minibot recalibrated her optics one more time finally getting a clear picture of the two criminals.
She wished she hadn't though.
Two, enormous Decepticon femmes stood before her in an intimidating stance. One seemed to be busily grabbing her experiments with her technoorganic arms. Glyph seized up immediately, all her hard work would be stolen from two femme grunts of the Decepticon army. Frame shaking at the utter disappointment of her state as she tried to push again but failed.
All she could do is sit there lifting an arm wearily finally coaxing out a staticky "NO!"
Why did she, the weakest of the scientists, end up in such a sticky situation? She could feel red optics on her, a cold chill ran up her spinal strut at the thought of what they might do to her Insecticons…And to her.
Four red optics leered at the carrier of the crackling vocoder. She was about to shoot her with a poisonous web but the flier femme only pushed the gun away. "If we kill her they will know."
Growling the technoorganic pushed away hoarding the Inseticons in a smaller box for her to easily carry. The flier, on the other servo, had become interested in the little minibot laying there in a heap of scrap metal. If they left the bot there she could rat them out and they would be caught instantly. She did not want lord Megatron's plans to be destroyed because of some little loud mouth.
"I am taking her, I do not want some pathetic minibot to mess up this mission." the raspy voice of the purple flier stated.
Claws gripped on the box tightly shrugging her shoulder plating indifferently. "Yea. Just hurry it up I have things to do!" the technoorganic demanded ready to go back through the ceiling.
Glyph tried to move again, her frame permitting against it. Instead large claws grabbed her lithe frame effortlessly in a hooked arm. "Let's go."
Still disoriented, the scientist tried to understand the whole situation. Her processor could not keep up with her vocoder stalling any screams that would come out. Her frame began to tremble in terror at the thought of what would become of her when they were finished.
If they start interrogating her she would say nothing! She may not be the best fighter but she will slag well not give them anything! She hoped…
With a heavy intake she paused to think, what if she went out? Would she have been able to avoid this situation? Then again, she would not want this to happen again.
"Ugh, ugly little thing, I forgot how weak Autobot femmes are." The technoorganic spat crawling through the hole towards the top of Iacon Tower. Glyph frowned at that, knowing full well that not all Autobot femmes are weak…Just her.
She could feel the flier's weapon systems charge with a hum. Glyph shivered, trying hard to wrestle away from her captive but it was no use. Her frame is in shock; her HUD flashed warning signals of possible damage of her rotary systems that could only be fixed medically. This made her sigh in defeat, hoping that they would at least offline her quickly.
Her optics widened in pain when laser fire caught her in the shoulder guard when the Elite Guard arrived. She wasn't the Decepticon! How could they miss the two overly large femmes that had already blasted off? Sometimes she wondered if the Elite Guard just shot at anything in order to get some answers.
She yelped when something clamped over her neck cables. A needle slotted into her main cable injecting a foreign substance not caught on her CPU. Instantly her frame convulsed placing her into a deep stasis.
OOoOOoOO
"Wake up, Autobot."
In an instant her optics onlined to a strange room surrounded by various humming machines. She tried to scamper up but her mechanics detested it with a groan. "I'm awake…" she managed to say, her vocoder strained from the previous engagement.
Her limbs protested again from the strain of her joints when the harsh feminine voice snapped "get up or I will make you."
Glyph pushed through the pain pulling herself up with the help of a…Rock? With her optical relays online she could see the shapes come together to form a rock solid formation. Machines droned in harmony backed against the cave walls where their energy is being fed into several cables connected to energy convertors.
The minibot could not believe that such machinery could survive in a cave like formation. In awe she tried to speak but the femme flier beat her to it. "Say a word Autobot and I will make sure your vocoder will never work."
Optics widened again in grief, being a scientist she had so many questions. Her core programming needed to ask inquiries to better know her surroundings. They were not on Cybertron, obviously, because of the organic life surrounding them. Maybe they were close by? Perhaps her comm. Link still worked.
No such luck. They had turned it off alongside the rest of the devices to communicate with. She could feel her whole frame tremor again. Weak, helpless, all the emotions surrounding fear emitted from her teal frame that grabbed onto the rock formations for dear life.
The flier did nothing but frown, her frame baring the same resemblance to that mouthy Decepticon she remembered seeing in holoforms. Starscream was the designation? Then what was hers? Better yet where is the technoorganic she spotted earlier.
Claws scraped against her yellow cheek plating, the scientist turned her face being smacked instantly for no apparent reason. "Stay still Autobot." The flier spat, she held onto the wavering femme inspecting her frame for a moment digging claws into gaps of Glyph's frame.
All Glyph wanted to do was crawl into a hole from the invasive treatment. The red optics burning over her frame made her vulnerable to the malicious Decepticon's stare.
Why couldn't she fight back? What was wrong with her? The Autobots were all about fighting for freedom of the suppressive Decepticons. Yet here she stood almost blowing a gasket when the flier begun to open the back of helm glancing through the hard wires of her cortex. Then shutting it with a huff, Glyph just tried to stay as still as possible trying to think of how to get out of this place.
Instead, the femme indifferently examined her just like an experiment. Then the thought about her insecticons popped into her processor. What happened to them? A new emotion passed through her main processor in which fueled her roiling tanks with adrenaline. It made her feel absolutely infuriated; she had spent orns on the project ready to present it to the head of scientists. To have these Decepticons ruin it created turmoil of sentiments that Glyph usually never associated with.
Shy, sweet Glyph had never felt the bout of anger until now.
This will forever be the most idiotic idea she has ever come up in her existence. Impulsively attack the larger femme with a primal shriek of anger jumping onto her like a cybercat. It overrided the code inside of her processor in which helped her push through the pain in her joints. It only lasted a nano second before the flier apathetically smacked her down with no effort.
Thrusters clicked against the floor leaving a resounding cold feeling in the pit of her tank. Glyph pushed up again wearily when another swift kick to her abdominal plating sent her reeling against the cave floor. A rattling of her engines indicated a broken tubing connection in her upper chassis.
"Did someone not teach you manners…" Glyph spat out with a wheeze, vents opening and closing trying to clear out her damaged systems that could not be repaired.
The purple femme grunted when she kicked the minibot in the facial plating leaving a nasty mark in the left optical relay. Glyph tried to keep from crying out, not wanting to give the Decepticon femme the satisfaction of her ailment.
She rubbed at the energon sliding down her cracked optic aggressively. Optics glaring at the purple femme who seemed to be pleased; she even smirked when she picked up the minibot harshly from the floor. "Hmph…I guess they don't train their femmebots to be warriors. Pathetic."
Glyph had to assess the situation, the scientist in her wanted to think rationally. Process what is happening at this very moment instead of going in helm first.
What did seekers not like? They hated closed in spaces, they are egotistical, and they are not ones to fight on land. The functioning optic flickered over a rock good enough to use.
After evaluating quickly she knew the wings would be the weakest part of the seeker if hit. She grabbed it but only for her hand to be tugged out of its shoulder guard.
A howl spilled from her crackling vocoder when she tried to withdraw her arm. The pain spiraled through her central cortex where her spark lay pulsing wildly.
Alarms went off in her HUD trying to correct the problem in her right shoulder guard. Electricity spiraled between them when static made her adrenaline bounce off her spark chamber. Little did the Decepticon femme know that she held another rock in her good servo.
With one quick swipe she hit the femme's face instead of her wing. Poor judgment on the minibot's part but she would do anything to have the seeker stop pounding her frame.
Well at least hinder her from offlining her, she could at least say that she hit the femme once.
The flier screeched instantly letting go of Glyph's arm to cover her bleeding facial plating. She ignored the startling screams to get away. Weakly she crawled away with one arm to her unknown freedom.
Only to be caught by a sticky substance that had her frame fritzing. "No…" she whispered softly when her whole frame started to feel numb when a pair of stingers punctured through her dense neck cabling under the collar. The venom coursed through her circuitry bounding her with a paralyzing substance. Her frame seized up, convulsing haphazardly on the floor, energon spilling from her mouth trying to purge the foreign toxin.
A calm chuckle emitted from a smooth vocalizer. Blackarachnia stepped over the trembling form with disgusted mirth. "Come now Slipstream, a defenseless Autobot defeated you with a rock? You need to be more observant."
Slipstream glared at the technoorganic when she removed her claw from the gash upon her right optic. "Aha, now you're both matching." the scientist mused brushing her helmet.
"Hmph…Whatever, lucky shot." The femme replied curtly maneuvering towards the groaning minibot. "When does this wear off?"
Blackarachnia glanced over her shoulder plating indifferently. "Why, is someone worried that their precious Autobot will offline?" scoffing at the flier, the teal seeker only glared back. "Don't push it organic."
She did not deign a response; the scientist had heard it so many times before. It never really bothered her at this point; instead she focused on the machines in front of her in order to not lash out at the clone. "It needs an antidote, to which I only have little of. Now back to the real matter. I need to use the Insecticons-"
Slipstream though, had been focused on the wreathing teal bot to listen to the babbling scientist. She wanted to kill that little slag for ruining her facial plating. She may not be as vain as the main clone creator Starscream but she preferred her facial plating unscarred.
Although, if she were going to kill the minibot, she would prefer to torture the little thing that would leave her wanting Slipstream to offline her for good. The very thought made her smirk at what she could do to the minibot who lay there helplessly.
Autobot femmes were such pathetic shareware trash, the femme is even lucky to actually survive this long . It frustrated her to no end that the Autobot femmes were made to look more like pleasure models then ones for destruction.
Isn't that what this Autobot is for? She paused for a moment brushing over the optical sensor that leaked energon. The minibot does have a pleasure drone frame to be used for a warrioress such as herself. The idea of actually using her added to the sadistic idea. Yes, this will be the perfect way to destroy the Autobot, to show all that she is contender worthy of being the higher Decepticon ranks instead of being in Starscream's shadow.
The thrill of brutally invading the minibot's frame and tearing it apart from the inside out held such delicious promise.
"I want the antidote…" Blackarachnia glanced up with quirked optics. "Hm? I told you I have a little bit of it…I will make some more tomorrow." She pointed to one of the compartments on the machine where the flier grabbed the blue vial. "Use it all, however she will still be paralyzed for a few kliks…" frowning she clicked in a few codes harshly.
"We need to focus on getting the Insecticons on our side, Slipstream. " the flier ignored her with a flick of wings. Blackarachnia groaned, she hated seekers, Slipstream is tolerable but she tends to have the air of a well-known egotistical commander.
Strategic, and battle thirsty Slipstream is a contender for second command if Megatron wasn't incapacitated. She is the one thing Starscream lacked, if he hadn't been so stupid he would have been a great commander instead of a preening, insane flier.
Vial in between sharp claws Slipstream glanced at it apathetically kneeling down by the quivering Autobot. Blackarachnia grumbled when the seeker gently probed the liquid down the minibot's mouth that started to whimper.
Autobots, so weak and fragile, in a little part of her mutated spark she is glad that she is no longer a foolish Autobot. She knew how they are, treacherous, even worse than Starscream she added begrudgingly.
"I hope you were smart enough to put dampeners on her comm link and search for viruses. I don't have enough information on her." Blackarachnia mused while petting the Insecticons.
Slipstream grabbed the minibot by the neck fairing collar nodding her helm. "Yes, do not take me as a fool like Starscream." She hissed hated being compared to the imprudent seeker.
The scientist smirked despite herself when she pulled up the minibot's data file. She typed in a few more data uploads to gather a few scans on the minibot's model type. "Designation is Glyph, graduated in the top of her class from Drouhard University. Also studied on the planet Gorlam Prime. Fascinating…She also studies in archaeometry. So that is why she kept the Insecticons to herself. She wanted to study them for her next data project."
With a swipe of her fingers against the holographic keyboard Blackarachnia typed in a few more words with a smirk. "Hm…Boring, boring and more boring. She doesn't do anything besides hole up in her lab…Coincidentally…Slipstream?"
The seeker had already slipped away with her reward while Blackarachnia growled shaking her helm. "Typical, Seekers never listen." Her optics narrowed when she resumed her work on extracting the CNA from the Insecticons.
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