[G1 AU] Dinobots: Breeding Strategy (1)

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Title: Breeding Strategy (part 1 - co-written with okami_hu)
Arc: Sparklight
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Swoop/femme OC
Summary: Plot starts happening here. (sticky - glossary of terms)


The morning air was cool and misty; fresh, after the long, heated days. Even though the Dinobot lair was practically on the seashore, where kind currents blew and the endless waters breathed moisture into the air, Swoop was happy for this early morning coolness.

He was gliding above the treetops in a slight daze, like every time he could fly without a cause, just for the fun of flying. The wind beneath his wings, the speed, and the sense of freedom lulled him into a waking dream, and cleared his mind more effectively than a night's recharge.

He could think up there, laughing at the earthbound creatures, playing with the birds and the flesh brothers of his second form. A pack of those winged lizards lived not too far away, and they were already used to Swoop, accepting him as one of them. The healer had the chance to see their nests, and their eggs; and even witnessed the birth of new life. It made him feel small, insignificant in comparison of the world's wonders, and it also made him think about his future heirs.

But suddenly, something invaded his thoughts. It went straight into his head – it wasn't a sound, but signals, drifting in the air and singing to him…

The Call. Somebody down there was Calling.

Now, Swoop was quite a nice Dinobot, always considerate, diplomatic and kind, but he did have a spike. And the Call tended to get to everybody, anyway. The healer's first thought was to dive and take a look, though he managed to remind himself, that if it happened to be a Predacon, then he should just fly back and wait a few days… According to his calculations, Grimlock was about to Call as well. After all, it has been many moon-cycles since the youngsters left the tribe.

He descended, and started to circle to find the source, the Calling mech. The signals were very strong… they made his head spin slightly, and he felt his insides tremble from anticipation. This one was desperate… And a femme, one of those few without a spike!

Soon, he even spotted the mech, and Swoop landed on a thick branch, practically above her head. Mmm, no Predacon… It was a Maximal, probably a lioness, heated, eager and waiting. Swoop couldn't help but leer at her and look inappropriately smug, even in his beast form.

The Maximal was in her own beast form, rolling in the foliage and rubbing her head against the trunk of a large tree as if she thought it would help dispel the heat from her already overclocked systems. Crushed greenery smeared over her already light green frame, and the bark of the trees scratched her finish. Her signal was strong and carried through the thick jungle easily.

She lifted her head when she heard the branches above her creak and purred eagerly at Swoop once she saw him. She rose smoothly to her feet and rubbed against the tree he landed in, grinding her side against it from head to flank before she flipped her tail up at him and resumed purring.

Swoop nearly fell from his branch. Now, he himself had been in heat, and his creators, too, and all the other mechs, but this one... It was overwhelming... His systems screamed at him, his spike was stirring inside, so he deemed it pointless, to waste the time. He hopped down, transforming in midair and landing gracefully. His soft growling was more like crooning, vibrating deep in his chest as he approached the femme. During the Call, mechs had more pressing problems than attacking, so even though usually Dinobots and Maximals avoided each other on their best days, now was not the time to snarl... It was time to mate, and the poor thing could have been like this since days... Which was actually very strange; after all, Maximals kept together too, in packs or pairs... But Swoop couldn't think clearly at the moment. The fact that the femme was apparently all alone didn't occur to him as strange.

"You Maximal miss something...?" Swoop purred. "Me Swoop can help."

The simple-minded speech of the Dinobots normally put off Maximals, but she was so desperate for relief, she could not care less what came to her aid as long as it had the right equipment. She quickly shifted out of her beast form but remained sitting on her knees on the ground. "I definitely need help," she purred at him almost conversationally even as she reached down with one hand to run her fingers over her already wide open panel which dripped lubricant energon to the leafy ground under her. "I'm Sundown."

Swoop grinned. "You have lovely name." He drew closer and kneeled down as well, reaching out for her, and somewhere deep, he was proud that his hands weren't trembling that much. His panel slid open and the spike unsheathed itself. "You Call loud... Want heirs that much? Me Swoop can give you them... Strong and brave, like all Dinobots." Yes, it was teasing, but the young healer's smile took its edge. Mmm, this was going to be some nice fun...

Sundown quickly closed the distance between them, and her purr heightened in volume. She let her claws trace over Swoop's shoulders and down his arms with an approving growl. Dinobot though he might have been, he would do quite nicely. "I've been Calling for a while...no one came," she purred as she rubbed herself against him desperately.

The flier pressed his hip forward as well, spike trembling from the other's heat and wetness. He grabbed her rear, rubbing eagerly against her, his vents humming loudly... And he kissed her, passionately, wildly. That was the only thing he was missing in Grimlock... He had the leader's mark, the facemask. But Grimlock was far away, and Sundown was here, and Swoop was growing impatient. He tugged on her lightly, to get her down to the forest floor, to finally begin mating. The Call did what was done with long caresses and sweet-talking any other time - they were both aroused, and very much so.

Sundown returned the kiss with mirrored enthusiasm, claws scratching Swoop's finish as she leaned back and tugged him on top of her. She quickly hooked her legs around his waist and gave him a desperate tug with her legs. She had indeed been waiting far too long, and she tightened her legs around Swoop's waist in an attempt to pull him into her impatiently.

The young healer complied to the request, and as his spike slipped into the blazing hot, well-lubricated valve, he couldn't hold down a strained cry. Stopping, as an option ceased to exist; Swoop dove deep into the femme's body, with a fierce rhythm, nuzzling around her neck. Faster and wilder with every passing moment, until their sparks were thrumming as one, and Swoop cried out again, as his chestplates split, to reveal his core. It'd been a while since he last did that...

Sundown snarled and arched up against him as her own chest split open, her spark reaching out to his. She raked her claws down his arms before she reached around him to get a better grip and grabbed hold of his wings, and she roared when she attempted to move against him, urging him harder and faster.

Swoop hissed at the pain from his wings, but it only added to the intoxicating sensations. He pressed his chest close to hers, and it didn't take too long until the nanites inside his body broke free, flooding Sundown's life holder. At the same moment, both sparks lashed out with brilliant light tendrils, locking the two cores, merging them into a flurry of pleasure, memories, feelings and surprisingly gentle warmth. Sparkbonding was rare, and never violent; the ancient gods took care of that, one's core was never harmed in any way, if it revealed itself during mating.

The femme writhed under him as her own overload crashed down on her, and her spark shone brightly and wrapped tendrils of light around Swoop's, coaxing more energy from it as a piece of Sundown's spark split away and soaked in their mingling light, the first light of a new heir.

And then, it was over.

The world came back, and the pleasure ebbed away, but it lingered - it tended to do that. Swoop's spike retreated and Sundown's panel snapped shut. The breeze was nice against their heated frames, and the young healer knew that the spell would last for a little while longer; the Maximal wouldn't attack - she probably had no strength to do that, anyway.

Swoop rolled to the side, and reached out, placing a gentle hand on her stomach. He felt that the Call did its work, and already, a new life was pulsing deep in her body. And he helped to make it. Again, this curious feeling... so humbling and yet, he was bursting with pride.

"Your pack..." he said, caressing her lightly, "Won't they be angry...? For you Sundown mating with Dinobot, bearing Dinobot heir."

Sundown had been purring loudly, lost in the feeling of the thrum of life already forming inside her, but Swoop's words made her purr hitch and turn into almost a growl as she answered, "Better a Dinobot than a Predacon." Now that she could think properly though, Sundown knew it was not good to be out in the open the way she was. The intensity and length of her Call had banished all caution from her mind, but now, she slowly began to remember why she was alone in the first place.

Predacon. Yeah, anything was better than them, of course and besides, wait, what-? Swoop sat up abruptly, as some fleeting images from before started to register... Memories he absorbed from the femme's spark, during the bond. Fear. Screams. Darkness. Pain. A disgusting touch, one to chill the spark itself... and an exceptionally huge and mean-looking Predacon.

"You... You Sundown fleeing...!" He claimed with widening optics. "You not with pack... You Sundown in danger!" The instinct commanded him to protect his mate and offspring. It was easy to shake off, because he was not attached to the femme, but still...

She remembered at the same time he came to that realization, and Sundown's first instinct was to shift to her beast form to flee - to protect her developing offspring, but she was barely able to roll over to her hands and knees, the plating of her armor shifting weakly and awkwardly and not at all cooperating. She was too drained from their coupling, systems still recovering and desperately requiring rest.

"They followed me," Sundown snarled to Swoop before she looked at him, expression desperate. "Can you fly?" She could only hope that he was not too tired to take to the air and could somehow take her with him, but she admittedly did not know much about Dinobots, especially not the rare flying type.

Swoop curled around her, shielding her from harm, blue optics scanning the surroundings. He was not sure he could take Sundown with, but he was eager to try. He pried himself off of the lioness, and began to transform-

The next moment, a metallic rope shot out from the bushes with careful precision, the loop on its end hooking around Swoop's neck. A quick jerk, and the Dinobot was on the ground, caught between two forms, and desperately trying to shift into one - either.

A huge-framed, dark Predacon shuffled out from the thick foliage, his roughly formed faceplates holding an ugly grin. A long weapon was in his hand, the end glowing and crackling with energy.

"Tried to flee, cat?" he asked, aiming it toward Sundown. "Well-well. You cannot escape us. Sire will be pleased. We take you back, and with a cub! Sire will be happy."

Sundown snarled and bore her fangs. She wanted to fight, and her claws flexed and twitched to show the inclination, but her optics were trained on the Predacon's weapon. She would have ignored it and lashed out if she was not already carrying. Instinct said her offspring's well-being was more important, and she obeyed it though her growls did not lessen. If she saw an opening, she would take advantage of it.

The other attacker came out of hiding as well - he looked a bit more civilized, but nonetheless smug. He purred at Swoop, who tried to get rid of the rope, but with no avail - the damn thing was tough like armor - he had never seen anything like that before. And the flier knew he had no chance against such two big damn Predacons. Now, he understood Thunder's warning about the Call.

"Let's wrap this up, Charge," The rope-wielder said, and raised his hand. A small gun glittered on his wrist, and without any further warning, he shot the young Dinobot. Swoop screamed, as the beam fried out some nearly-vital systems, and he fell back on the ground.

"And you, cat?" Charge grinned at Sundown still. "Want me to sedate you?"

Sundown's snarl heightened in volume, but she remained still save for curling in on herself and one hand lowering to her belly protectively. She knew not what that weapon would do to her heir, and she did not want to find out even though the claws of her other hand tore into the ground as she fantasized it was Charge's face instead.

Charge threw a glance that the other. "Ready, Longfang?"

"Yepp." The Predacon hauled the unconscious Swoop over his shoulder and stood aside. Charge motioned forward. "Go, cat. We're taking you back to Sire."

It was a struggle to push herself to her feet, but Sundown managed after a few tries, wavering as she walked ahead of the Predacons. She swore at herself inwardly - she had nearly escaped, but old gods seemed to hate her. Not only had she failed miserably, but now she had caused another mech to be trapped with her.

The little team left, targeting the nearby lair. Soon there was nothing left on the scene, but slightly disturbed ground, and a few shimmering drops of energon.