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Chapter 2: Vortex and Fireflight I
C.M.D: This chapter contains rape, kidnapping and further sexual acts with a child. NONE of this is CONDONABLE, nor should it be taken LIGHTLY. It is simply a character archetype that I felt needed to be explored just this once. If you come to hate Vortex, that is okay. You are MEANT to HATE him. The following story plays out in snippets, with their own ratings, but if you feel uncomfortable, the censored version is available on my FF.net page.
Title:Regret
Rating: G
Summary: Vortex is sad
It was a heavy spark that Vortex
realized he had lost his little Fireflight during the scuffle with
those aliens from another dimension. He hadn't even had the chance to
break the pup's seals! Even worse, he'd already lost the chance to
corrupt the shih tzu's fragile processor too.
But, with a photograph at hand and his
dad's network to abuse, the kittycon was determined to find his lost
little puppy before anyone else had the chance to touch him.
Fireflight was all his, after all.
Title: Second encounter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: shotacon, rape,
manipulation
Summary: Vortex finds Fireflight again.
Summary: Vortex finds Fireflight again.
A lone autodog was playing by himself
in the playground, making sand castles in the nearest pit. He didn't
notice that he was alone, so preoccupied with his play, or that the
other children had already gone home with their creators. A beautiful
hue of orange covered the playground, signaling that the orn was
coming to a close at last. With a happy sound of pleasure, the shih
tzu lifted his helm, admiring his handiwork before realizing how
quiet it was. Slowly, he looked around the park.
“Hello, Fireflight,” purred the
big, strange mech sitting on one of the swings across from him. “Did
you miss me?”
“M-mr. Stranger....?,” the
sparkling mumbled, rising to his pedes. He clasped his bucket to his
chestplates nervously, shyly looking up at the kittycon. “I....I
n-need to go h-home now....”
Vortex got to his pedes, stalking
closer. Before Fireflight could react, the mech was circling around
him, scooping the autodog up and holding him close. “Oh? But I just
got here. Did you not want to see me? Because if that's the case,
I'll be really, really sad....” The lynx said this with a low purr,
his visor flashing almost dangerously at the statement.
The sparkling squirmed uneasily in the
older mech's hold, his bucket dropping in his fright. He attempted to
catch it but a sharp growl made Fireflight stiffen, tears coming to
his optics as he turned his attention back to Vortex.
“Come come now.....,” the kittycon
cooed, lifting a servo and stroking the autodog's cheekplate. “Why
are you crying, snowflake? Don't you want to be my friend? I'm very
sorry that I wasn't able to play with you last time. Some nasty
monsters hurt me so bad I had to go see the vet.”
“I....i.....,” Fireflight
stammered, calming a little at the gentle touch. “I w-was very
scared a-and.... t-those pictures w-were even m-more scary....”
Vortex was walking towards the trees
now. “Oh? Really now?,” he asked, lip components pulled widely in
a twisted smile. “Shall I make the scary pictures go away?”
The shih tzu shuttered his optics,
staring up at the bigger mech as he was set back down on the ground.
“Really? You can do that Mr. Stranger?,” the pup asked, gaping in
awe.
The red visor flashed. “Of course,
snowflake. Now.... why don't you pull off your shorts now.”
Fireflight scrunched his face up a
little in confusion. “But-”
“It's the only way I can make the
scariness go away,” the lynx quickly interjected, crouching in
wait. His tail lazily flicked behind him. “Come now. You don't want
to remember them any longer, do you?”
The sparkling hesitated for a moment,
before shaking his helm. Quietly he pushed up the bottom of his
t-shirt, pulling his shorts down a moment after and slipping them
off. “I-is..... is that right?,” he shyly asked the kittycon,
holding his shorts to his chestplates. The grey mech purred loudly,
his gaze fixed to that pristine white plating.
So beautiful.... so shiny..... So
unmarred. Delicious. “Perfect,” Vortex rumbled lustfully.
“Absolutely perfect.”
A small smile started forming on
Fireflight's lip components, but it was quickly lost again as the
autodog was suddenly smothered by the kittycon; forced to the ground
as sharp denta closed around his little throat. “M-mmmm....M-mr!,”
he whined, confused and frightened all over again. He tried to
squirm, to get away, but a servo to his chestplates kept him well
caught.
Vortex wasn't about to lose his prey
now.
With a skill that displayed the
frequency of this act, the lynx dragged a sharp talon lightly down
the sensitive line on the inside of Fireflight's hip, making the
sparkling gasp and arch up into him, codpiece retracting quickly.
Vortex nibbled and sucked his way down to the tiny 'bot's thighs,
admiring the lovely sight of both strong, untouched seals before
indulging himself in a few hungry licks to the precious treasures.
The shih tzu moaned and whined at the
strange sensation, optical sensors rolling backwards and mouth opened
wide to let loose his choked sounds. Overwhelmed by the good feeling,
the sparkling almost didn't notice when the lynx was pulling back;
his hips being lifted up onto the large mech's thighs, and his legs
spread wide.
“Now the real fun can begin,” the
kittycon muttered darkly, before there was a click and a long spike
extended between the autodog's thighs.
Fireflight's optics shot wide open at
the scary sight, but he never even had the chance to protest before
Vortex was diving forwards; snapping his seal and ramming deep into
the virgin passage. A painful howl was ripped from the sparkling,
wet, broken sobbing following it. Not that the other cared. He was
smiling blissfully at the wonderful tightness around his spike,
sensitive sensor nodes rolling and grinding against the ridges and
nodes across his length. And he hadn't even moved yet!
“Oh, you're so good,
snowflake,” Vortex panted heavily, drawing out before snapping his
hips forward again. The little valve rippled, widening against the
spike forcing it open. He repeated the action, going faster and
faster each time. “Oh..... so fragging fantastic.....”
The lynx hunched over, licking hungrily
at the coolant pouring down the sparkling's face, snarling as he
jumped into a vicious and hurried pace. Below him, Fireflight
screamed and cried, writhing helplessly under the larger 'bot, his
pleas and pain nothing more than incentives to the kittycon. Wrapped
in such wet, molten heat, it didn't take Vortex very long to overload
-though he was still amazed at how quickly he reached it.
This was a really good valve.
Growling again, the grey mech pushed
his face into the crook of the autodog's neck, pushing his spike
deeply into those silken folds as he tumbled over the edge;
transfluid burning and filling the spaces in between. A half-choked,
quiet moan escaped Fireflight at the sensation. Grinding a little to
make sure he was well and milked, Vortex slowly pulled back, humming
contently. He watched as his spike retracted back into its housing,
soaked with his own fluids and a glistening film of energon. Looking
upwards, the lynx was not surprised to find both transfluid and
energon slowly dribbling out of the sparkling's abused valve.
“Well, aren't you beautiful,” he
purred to the silent autodog.
Licking his lip components, Vortex bent
back down, his servos grasping a white thigh each. “I think I'll
have myself a little taste,” he said, before thrusting his glossa
past the torn seal, swirling it around. Sensor nodes crackled sharply
against the appendage, exciting the kittycon, who tongued them
rapidly, wanting to draw more of that delicious electricity. His
actions drew a torn gasp from Fireflight, who was slowly starting to
respond again.
“P-please.....,” the autodog
hiccupped, “S-stop....”
The grey mech ignored him, pushing his
glossa deeper between the tight walls, laving at everything that came
within reach; sucking back energon and his own transfluid. The mix of
them was heady on his glossa, and the kittycon found himself hungry
to eat them all up. Pulling back for a moment, Vortex found his
diligent actions had caused the sparkling to heat up. Fireflight's
spike pressed a little against its seal, not close enough to actually
break it but visible enough.
Encouraged by the challenge, Vortex set
his sights on that next, pressing his open mouth over the entire area
and sucking and licking at it without restraint. It barely took a
klik more before Fireflight was breaking the seal, the little 'bot's
spike extending right into the kittycon's waiting mouth. Overjoyed at
the bittersweet twang of the seal's film, Vortex greedily sucked on
the small cable, the autodog moaning and bucking wildly now into the
lynx's face. With a sharp yip, Fireflight overloaded, shooting his
first load into the other's mouth. Moaning in delight, Vortex let the
shih tzu's spike retreat into its housing; licking his lip components
as he swallowed down the delicious fluid.
“Now wasn't that fun, snowflake?,”
he purred, staring down intently at his victim.
Optics wet with his unshed tears,
Fireflight said nothing, curling into himself slightly. He was unable
to stop himself from slipping into an exhausted recharge, missing the
dark coat that swept forwards to encase him.
Title: Kidnapped
Rating: T
Warning: shotacon, dubcon, manipulation
Warning: shotacon, dubcon, manipulation
Summary: Vortex has been keeping
someone “company”
“And in other news, young pup
Fireflight has still yet to be found. He's been missing for four days
already, having disappeared on Thursday night when he was playing at
the park. Authorities are confident in the belief that the sparkling
is being held against his will somewhere. Viewers are asked to
contact the police if they have any information to offer-”
Humming, Vortex passed by the living
room, oblivious to the news cast playing in the other room. In one
servo he held a paper bag filled with toys and goodies; in the other,
he carried a plate with peanut butter and gel sandwiches. He climbed
up to the very top of the house, stopping before his bedroom door. A
pad just over the knob demanded that several key-sensitive passwords
be entered; Vortex did so, quickly and without a problem, humming
louder as the door unlocked and he was free to enter the room.
He was met with the sight of a
sniffling autodog on his berth.
“Hello, snowflake,” the lynx
chirped, shutting the door quickly behind him. The lock fell back
into place automatically as Vortex skipped across the room to his
prisoner. “How is my precious puppy doing today?”
“I-i.... I want to go home,”
Fireflight said, turning his helm away from the kittycon. He quickly
shuffled back against the wall when the grey mech sat down. “I
d-don't like you!”
Vortex's visor flashed at the bold
statement, setting down the bag and plate as he leaned towards the
shih tzu. Fireflight flinched at his approach, but with nowhere to
go, the sparkling could only pull his legs up to his chassis, winding
his arms tightly around his knee joints.
“And why would you want to do that,
cutie? I thought we were friends,” Vortex replied, long fingers
petting down the smaller 'bot's helm. “Is it because I hurt you?
I'm so sorry that it had to happen snowflake.....”
“But you know,” the kittycon
continued. “It has to hurt in the beginning. Always. It's kinda
like riding a bike for the first time. You ever ride a bike?”
Slowly, the autodog nodded.
Vortex smiled. “Of course you have.
It's kinda like riding a bike, you see. You get hurt a lot in the
start because you keep falling down, but after a while, you get used
to it and you can stay upright for long periods of time. And then,
riding a bike becomes lots of fun and you can even go faster.... and
farther.... do tricks....”
The lynx stopped his petting, his servo
dropping down to Fireflight's shoulder. But not touching; not yet.
“You'll like it soon, snowflake, you'll see,” he purred, smirking
maliciously. “'Sides, you've been enjoying yourself so far, haven't
you? Tell me if that's not the case.”
The sparkling's cheekplates darkened
and his helm bowed a little at the inquiry. Yet his optics stayed
looking up at Vortex, showing his uncertainty, his confusion.... and
his shame. The kittycon's smirk widened at the expression, triumphant
as usual. Without a word, he loomed over the autodog, pushing a
complacent Fireflight down onto the sheets and closing in on his
prey.
Title: Confusion
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight is uncertain
He wasn't sure what to think anymore.
He didn't like the kittycon for hurting
him, and he wanted to hate him for keeping him locked up.... but Mr.
Stranger wasn't all that bad. He got him treats, and toys, and made
sure he was fed and even took care of him after he was hurt....
And....
Fireflight blushed, hugging the pillow
tighter to himself. Between his legs, a heat was beginning to build
up again, all warm and wet. Mr. Stranger had been right too. It still
hurt, but it was getting better. Much better. The sparkling almost
wanted the kittycon to come back.
Almost....
It was still wrong he knew, and he
still didn't like him. Or so he told himself.
Title: Freedom
Rating: G
Summary: The little butterfly gets
his freedom
When he heard the door start to beep,
Fireflight immediately shot up, his fuel tanks a knot of conflicted
feelings. He sat himself on the edge of the berth, waiting to greet
Mr. Stranger. The kittycon had said he wanted the sparkling to
welcome him every time he came back....
But when the door opened, it wasn't the
lynx that greeted him, but a strange siamese. Flat, cold grey optics
looked at him over the other's scarf; neither 'bot moving or saying a
word.
“Why am I not surprised....,” the
mysterious kittycon finally said after a moment. Fireflight opened
his mouth but wisely shut it again. He didn't really think the
stranger was talking to him.
The larger mech waited a moment more,
looking intently at the sparkling before stepping to the side.
“Come,” he demanded, his tone only slightly troubled, as if this
entire thing was a task he rather not be doing. “You are going
home.”
The shih tzu jolted at the words. A
rush of emotions ran through him suddenly, making Fireflight jump to
his pedes, eager to get out of the room. He wanted to go home; he
wanted to see his brothers! The autodog paused though, before he had
even taken a step towards the siamese. Expression dimming, Fireflight
looked to the floor nervously.
“I am not waiting. Come or stay....
Your choice,” the kittycon informed.
Swallowing sharply, Fireflight lifted
his optics to the stranger. “....o-okay....,” he mumbled. He
looked around the room quickly -his prison of the past week or so-
hesitating, before giving in and grabbing the turbofox plushie
sitting on the berth. Hugging it to his chestplates tightly, the
autodog hurried out of the room. Quietly, he watched as the siamese
closed the door again, following after the other's lead as they
started downstairs.
Title: Reunion
Rating: G
Summary: Fireflight is reunited with
his brothers
“Fireflight!”
“Fireflight, you are okay!”
Warm arms encased him from every side,
pulling the younger shih tzu close as kisses and tears were rained on
Fireflight; his brothers mumbling desperate words of relief and
thanks to Primus above. Sad that he had worried them, all the same,
the white 'bot gladly accepted all of his brothers' affections,
needing them after so long.
“Are you alright, 'Flight? What
happened to you? Who took you away?,” Silverbolt asked, as the
others pulled back a little. The oldest mech cupped Fireflight's
cheekplates, his anxious blue optics looking deeply into the
sparkling's. “How did you get home?”
“I took the train,” Fireflight
smiled easily.
His brothers exchanged worried looks,
petting and stroking at their sibling's ears. “Maybe we should
contact the police....,” Skydive said. “We need to inform them as
it is that Fireflight has returned home, but perhaps further
investigation is necessary.”
“You're right,” Silverbolt agreed,
looking to the blue mech, “Can you comm them Skydive?”
“Forget the police! We need to get
some food into him,” Air Raid interjected. “Look how scuffed up
and pale he is -there's no way he had anything proper to eat in
orns!”
“When I get my servos on the glitch
that took my brother.....,” Slingshot snarled.
It was too much for the sparkling to
take all at once. Silently, he yanked on Silverbolt's sleeve, until
he had the older 'bot's attention. “Can I.... Can I go to sleep,
'Bolt?,” Fireflight weakly asked. “Please? I'm really tired....”
All optics were back on the sparkling
again. Glancing first at the other's, the larger shih tzu forced a
smile to his face, patting Fireflight's helm. “Yes, of course you
can. Air Raid, could you please....?”
The red youngling quickly nodded,
stepping forward and gently grasping the sparkling by the shoulder
plating. “Come on, 'Flight,” Air Raid smiled. “Let's get you to
bed, yeah?” Picking his little brother up, the autodog started down
the apartment hallway, heading for the room him, Fireflight and
Slingshot all shared. Fireflight did not miss it when hushed chatter
started up again as soon as he was out of sight.
“Alright, you just lie down right
here, 'Flight,” his brother soothed, patting his helm as he set the
smaller 'bot down. “If you need anything, you know we're right
outside the door, okay?”
Fireflight nodded.
Reluctantly, Air Raid pulled away;
smiling anxiously at the sparkling as he left. The talking got
quieter down the hall. Fireflight laid in his berth, his superhero
sheets tucked up to his chin, waiting a few kliks longer to make sure
that no one would be coming back just yet. When he felt he'd waited
long enough, he pulled the turbofox plushie out of his shirt, laying
the doll down beside him. He stared into its shiny, plastic eyes,
fiddling with a paw, before he could keep his optics online no longer
and slipped into recharge.
Title: Pout
Rating: T
Summary: Tension is spread around
the entire house
“Quit your whining,” Onslaught
growled, snapping open his paper.
“...not whining....,” came a sulk
from the other end of the table. The serval shot a quick and nasty
glare to his son.
“Sulking then. Suck it up,” he
continued. “You're not deserving enough for self-pity.”
Vortex pouted further, but regretted it
a moment afterwards when the action caused him to pull at his sore
and dented cheekplates. Licking at a tear along the side of his
mouth, he said, “Over a little bruise? Please..... You probably
should of hit me harder. Or lower. What say you, daddy-o; you up for
a little 'punishment'?”
Onslaught tried not to sigh at the
lynx's typical masochistic response. “Why does Primus torture me?,”
he grumbled to himself, attempting to focus on the economical
reports.
Annoyed that he was being ignored,
Vortex glared at the table top. “I could say the same thing,” he
hissed to himself.
“What did I tell you!,” the serval
snapped, whirling around in his seat. “Shut up -don't you dare
talk, glitch. I don't give a frag if you want to spike everything
from here to Moon Base One, but if you ever- EVER- even think about
bringing another sparkling here again, I'm sending you to solitary
confinement at Kaon's stockades. Let you and your fragging libido rot
for the rest of your function!”
The lynx stared at his sire with
absolute horror, before letting out a terrifying yowl and tearing
from the room. Onslaught merely huffed in irritation, turning back to
his newspaper. “....Wish the lot of them would hurry up and move
out like their brother....,” he grumbled to himself further.
And to think.... all of this melodrama
over a frag toy Vortex had lost.
Title: House Arrest
Rating: G
Summary: Fireflight wonders if he
isn't also a prisoner at home
“Please?”
“No.”
“B-but, I-”
“I said 'no', 'Flight!,” Slingshot
snapped. The older autodog opened his mouth again, closing it when he
saw the crestfallen look his brother had. Optics filling up with
tears, the sparkling turned away from Slingshot, running back down
the hall and to his room.
Cursing himself, Slingshot followed.
“Listen..... Fireflight,” he
attempted to apologize, “It's just.... I mean..... Slaggit, you
went missing alright, and we were all very scared! But you won't tell
us what happened and you won't see the vet -we're just trying to look
out for you, okay? And 'Bolt thinks it would be best if you just
stayed inside for a little while.”
The younger shih tzu lifted his face
from his pillow, turning to look at his brother. “I-i-i just....,”
he sobbed, “I-i just wa-want to p-play o-outside..... j-just for a
l-little bit!”
Slingshot felt any of his anger
disappear; sighing, he crossed the room, sitting on Fireflight's
berth as he held a hesitant servo over the other's helm. “I know,
'Flight....,” he mumbled. “I know. We just don't want to lose you
again though....”
Fireflight said nothing, pressing his
face back into his pillow and crying some more.
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