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Chapter 13
Chapter 13: Dinobots
Rating: T
Warning: Heat cycles, implied shotacon, incest, kidnapping
It was a beautiful orn; the sun was
shining, the sky was the most perfect blue and the weather was nice
and mild. A perfect day, thought a young autodog, to finally be doing
his job all by himself. Straightening his shirt collar, the youngling
turned on his cash register, eagerly awaiting the customers he'd soon
be cashing out. It was the confidence and thrill of a new
responsibility that had the mech practically bouncing on his pedes
with anticipation.
A shadow fell across the conveyor belt
and the pup fought to keep down his squeal of excitement. Quickly, he
turned his helm to his first customer, lip components stretched in a
wide grin. “Good day, sir! How ar- ah, ah, ah.....” The
youngling's optics flared in horror, a small whimper escaping him, as
he looked up at the giant mech towering over him.
A blue visor dimmed testily; sharp
denta tightening into a scowl and scruffy ears flicking in annoyance.
Behind the giant flanked two more 'bots: another dangerous, rough
looking mech who was shorter and wider, but had an expression of mild
indifference, mild ire fixed on his face; and a thin, more
innocent-appearing sparkling who only came to about the cashier's
hip.
A low growl tore the autodog away from
his inquisitive stupor, turning his attention back to the threat in
front of him. Paling further, the youngling could only whimper in
distress, to afraid to do anything -even flee for safety!
“S-sorry, sir, let me help you sir,”
stuttered the manager, quickly elbowing the cashier out of his booth
and taking over his till. “Y-you must excuse t-the pup.... I-it's
his first time o-on the job,” the older mech added, scanning
through the stranger's items. Chuckling anxiously, the manager fell
silent for a klik; bagging the groceries before telling the giant his
total.
Silently, the stranger pulled out a
handful of credits, dumping them into the autodog's expectant servos.
Fumbling with the cash a little, the manager quickly punching the sum
into the register and giving the other his change. Pocketing it, the
dangerous 'bot then grabbed the bag of alcohol, whipping a shopping
list out of his other pocket. The squat one grabbed the rest of the
bags, the little mech grabbing his tail and trailing after the two
bigger strangers.
Trembling still, the youngling
refrained from even breathing until the trio had exited out of the
small grocery store. “W-who we-were those s-scary 'bots?!,” he
squeaked then, servos clenched at his face, fearful they'd come back.
His manager sighed, shutting off the
pup's register and turning to the younger autodog. “Next time, make
sure you cash them through quickly,” he told sternly. “Those
would be the Wolf brothers from down the way. They're not real
autodogs -they're wild, uncivilized beasts but they can best you
before you even knew what happened. The only way to keep them from
breaking your neck is to to get them out of here as quick as
possible. And remember: never -NEVER- look them in the optic. That's
a sure way to get pulverized.”
The youngling gulped.
“Now,” the manager continued
wearily, “Get back to work.” He turned, leaving the other mech
whimpering at his cash, remembering with dreaded clarity his close
encounter with death just a few kliks ago.
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Down the way, just past the local
supermarket and city hall, deep in the woods, was a cottage. Rugged
and starting to show signs of age, this usually cheerful
accommodations was home to three wolves. Grimlock, the oldest, ruled
as Alpha Male, in charge of buying the groceries and making sure they
had a warm place to sleep at night. Snarl, still just a youngling but
nearing mechhood, was responsible for maintaining their home, keeping
it in some semblance of tidy and clean. And then there was Swoop, who
was by far the youngest at only several stellar cycles, whose only
duty was cooking and occasionally washing the laundry. Both of his
brothers thought him too young for anything else just yet and were
content to let the sparkling have his time for play.
Coming home from a long orn working at
the docks, Grimlock threw his dufflebag to the floor as he stomped
carelessly into his home. “Snarl, Swoop -me Grimlock home,” he
huffed. A joyful chirp met his ears before he saw his little brother
tear out of their shared room, a smile on his face and a glow in his
optics.
“Brother!,” Swoop cried happily as
he threw himself at the bigger wolf. Grimlock caught him smoothly,
lifting the tiny sparkling up and bumping foreheads with the smaller
'bot. “Me Swoop missed you lots. You having good day, big brother
Grimlock?”
“Grimlock have good day, but me glad
to be home,” the mech answered. He saw Snarl come out of the
berthroom as well, servos folded in his sweater's pouch. “What you
brother Swoop and Snarl do all day?”
“Usual,” the youngling replied
flatly. “Dinner made already; we just waiting for you Grimlock. Now
we can eat.”
“Me Grimlock glad.”
“Me Swoop read book!,” Swoop piped
up, grasping at one of his brother's ears to get his attention. The
older wolf turned his helm back to the sparkling, being met with an
expression of immense pride and joy. “Swoop do all by myself. Snarl
no help!”
Grimlock was silent for a moment,
before raising a servo and roughly patting Swoop on his helm. The
young cub purred happily at the action, missing the scowl his eldest
sibling threw to Snarl. Snarl frowned back, shrugging, before
crossing the room to the kitchen area and grabbing their dinner from
the stove. “We eat now, Grimlock say,” the biggest wolf
proclaimed. He set Swoop down. “Swoop go wash, then Grimlock do the
same.”
Nodding his helm quickly in
understanding, Swoop skipped from the room and to the washroom.
Once the door had been shut, Grimlock
turned to Snarl. “What you Snarl allowing him Swoop to read for?,”
the wolf growled. “Books are no good; books not put food on table.
Him Swoop should be learning real things, like how to find best wood
and carry home, or how to set trap and bait for beasts. School is for
weak, rich autodogs, not real mechs.”
The youngling frowned back, setting
their pot roast on the little wooden table they would eat at. “Book
not bad, Swoop just having fun. He Swoop likes them, not school. He
still learning to be strong wolf,” Snarl answered. “You Grimlock
should let him Swoop be.”
The older mech opened his mouth to say
more, but Swoop was skipping back into the room, and Grimlock was
quick to silence his oncoming words. He watched the sparkling clamber
up onto a chair, scratching his brother behind his ear as he got up
out of his own seat. “You Swoop is good boy. You Swoop grow up to
be big and strong,” Grimlock said, “But first Swoop must eat. Me
Grimlock join you after me wash.”
That said, the large wolf wandered off
to the washroom, leaving Swoop purring and kicking his pedes at the
table while Snarl dished up their supper.
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“Me Swoop ask please big brother.
Please....”
Grimlock gripped the sheets tightly,
pressing further back against the pillows as his youngest brother
Swoop clambered up into his lap; sharp, little claws digging into his
shoulder plating as the sparkling pulled himself higher up the other
'bot's frame. Normally, the bigger wolf was used to Swoop climbing
all over his chassis, but this time it was different..... There was
lust burning in those hooded optics and pale cheekplates were flushed
with rich energon. Against his pelvic plating, the smaller wolf was
hot like fire; his intakes short and quick as he kneaded Grimlock's
plating.
“P-please, brother,” Swoop whined
softly, grinding slowly against the larger wolf. Blue optics looked
up at him pleadingly. “Swoop want; Swoop need. Please..... you
Grimlock t-take me S-swoop for m-mate?”
The eldest mech growled, olfactory
sensors twitching as the scent of the other's heat reached them. It
was Swoop's first cycle, and the sparkling's lubricants were rich and
thick, intoxicating to the Alpha wolf. It took all of his strength to
keep himself in check when Grimlock felt those molten fluids drip
onto his stomach plating as the cub scrambled higher up his frame.
“You Swoop must-”
“Swoop beg of you Grimlock!,” the
sparkling keened, pressing trembling kisses to his brother's fanged
mouth. “Only you brother is wanting. You Grimlock strong, brave,
most smartest.... you is greatest mate. Swoop want no other!”
“Pl-please..... please, t-taking of
Swoop, is begging you. Me S-swoop wanting to b-be claimed b-by you
brother.”
Grimlock grabbed hold of the younger
wolf as Swoop leaned in closer, scent growing richer as his arousal
peaked. It called to the mech, stirring up his primal desires;
ordering him to give into the calling and take what was rightfully
his. But rationality was still present and it forced the wolf to push
the sparkling away.
“You Swoop out of place,” Grimlock
snarled, trying to resist the temptation before him still, “You is
young cub; you not understand. Me Grimlock not be mate, me Grimlock
brother. Mate come later when you Swoop ready.”
Tumbling backwards a little on the
berth from the harsh shove the older 'bot had given him, Swoop
quickly sat back up, denta bared at Grimlock. Coolant glazed the
narrowed optics, rejection shimmering in the blue glass. “Swoop is
ready,” he growled in return, “You no tell Swoop when he ready.
I-if you Grimlock no w-want Swoop, th-then..... then Swoop f-find
other mate. B-better than brother is!”
The sparkling scratched at the older
wolf's servo when Grimlock reached for him, hurrying off the berth
and running out of the cottage. Grimlock huffed, getting off the
berth and heading for the washroom. He trusted that Swoop would be
safe enough out in the woods around their home, but right now he had
to get the traces of his brother's lubricants off before he could
control his lust no longer.
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He was burning up inside, and now his
spark was aching as well.
Swoop crashed through the bushes and
leaves, running further into the woods, as far away from his brother
as was possible. He had not expected to go into heat so young in his
life, since he'd only learned about mating and the like a couple
stellar cycles ago, but even still, the sparkling knew that if his
body was running through the changes it meant that he was ready to
take on a mate. And there was only one that he could think worthy
enough: his brother Grimlock.
In his processor, he could see it now.
The older wolf was powerful and full of courage; he could protect him
and his future offspring without any trouble. Grimlock had a good job
and brought home plenty of food, plus he was caring and kind. He
loved Swoop already. Why then could his brother not see him as a
potential mate?
Sniffling, Swoop started to slow down
now, well deep in the forest; his heat cycle spiking again
incessantly, demanding that he mate. But there was no one around, and
the one that the cub loved did not want him. Overwhelmed with sorrow,
the sparkling laid down on a soft bed of moss, curling up as his
claws scratched around the rim of his valve. He was tempted to plunge
them deep into his passage to alleviate the growing pain, but that
would not be honourable he knew. His valve was sacred, meant only for
the touch of his mate, not for his own selfish clawing.
Prying his servos away from his pelvic
plating, the wolf turned and pressed his face into the dirt some
more, drowning out his tears. He almost missed the stranger's
approach; sitting up and whirling around in surprise. The thin
kittycon loomed over him, red optics glowing faintly from behind the
translucent green mask he wore over his helm.
“Well.... look at what I've found,”
he mumbled to himself, his tone somewhat disinterested. The tabby's
tail flickered as Swoop growled at him, claws flexing defensively.
Quickly, the stranger lashed out, kicking the wolf to the floor
again, dropping onto the sparkling; one servo wrapping around the
smaller mech's slender throat. “I'd say autodog.... but you're much
more than that, aren't you? And would you look at that....”
The kittycon's gaze dropped down to his
exposed valve; slick walls rippling hungrily at the older 'bot's
heavy frame straddling him.
“In heat, are we? Hmmm..... This
shall work in my favour I think.” The tabby smirked, reaching into
his white lab coat and withdrawing a vial. He popped the cap on it,
holding the small bottle and its mysterious fluid towards the
sparkling's olfactory sensor. “Don't worry, cub,” the cruel voice
purred darkly, “It's only a special serum to make you sleep. It
won't harm you.....”
Swoop tried to twist his helm away, but
the kittycon's grasp around his neck made it hard to do so. He cycled
a sharp intake, fangs bared, taking in the unknown scent. It made him
cringe, ligaments tensing before darkness started to crowd around the
edges of his vision and heaviness settled into all his joints.
“Sleep....,” he could hear the
kittycon say again as he slipped into unconsciousness, “.... and
when you wake, the tests shall begin....”
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When Swoop awoke, it was to find
himself trapped in a cramped cage, set on the floor. All around him
was dark walls with no light, except from what came from the hundreds
of strange vials and beakers set around the room. Some bubbled, some
hissed and others produced a foul smoke that made the sparkling gag
and growl anxiously in his little prison. They all glowed in a myriad
of different colours, like some sort of twisted rainbow; blue flames
dancing beneath their glass bottoms.
The wolf did not like the looks of the
mysterious brews.
“I see you're awake now,” a voice
piped up. Swoop turned as best as he could in his cage, watching as
the stranger from before entered into the room, shutting the door
behind him and plunging everything back into semi-darkness once more.
“Welcome to my lab, little one.”
“Or,” the kittycon drawled,
striding forward, “That is what I would say if I had a proper lab
and not some hovel in the ground. Unfortunately, the scientific
community does not care for my work and thus I've been cut from
achieving my rightful standing. But.... you may just be the key to
changing that.”
“W-what.... what you do with Swoop?,”
the cub growled, grasping the bars of his cage anxiously. He watched
as his captor headed for the nearest table, opening a thick book and
penning something onto the pages.
“Have you ever heard of 'dormant
genetics'?” Swoop frowned in confusion. Catching the look, the
tabby smirked, occupying himself next with a large syringe and a
small bottle of a clear liquid. “No, no I didn't think you would. A
theory I devised back when I still had my license stated that all
'bots started from three individual roots. Now, I never cared much
about our ancestors and the like -all boring drivel in my opinion-
but cases have been documented in the past couple decades of strange
anomalies present in individual CNA.”
The mech flicked the needle's tip,
squeezing the bottom a little so a tiny bit of the unknown concoction
squirted into the air. Pleased, the kittycon approached the trapped
sparkling; a strange glow coming to his optics.
“Perhaps it's the influx of
mix-breeding that is being introduced into society these days.... The
young ones don't hold themselves to the same restrictions as their
parents do,” the older 'bot mused to himself as he reached into the
cage for Swoop. The wolf tried to struggle, but the kittycon merely
tugged him tight against the bars, injecting the needle's point into
the thin plating of his arm. “It would be the only catalyst really
as to why strange new coding is being discovered in sparkling CNA. I
suppose you wouldn't know anything about that though, would you?”
The sparkling hissed at the quick
prick, swooning suddenly as the mysterious liquid coursed through his
energon lines; flaming the dying embers of his heat cycle until it
was roaring once more. Moaning weakly, Swoop pressed against the cool
bars, trying to grasp at the mech's sleeve as the stranger withdrew.
“No, of course not. You're nothing
but a wild, little thing -you would know nothing about the scientific
community and the uproar about 'wings'.”
“W-wings....?,” Swoop mumbled
confusedly. He was losing focus on reality now, overwhelmed by his
basic programming and the heat cycle. All he could pay attention to
-all he felt that he needed- was this strange mech before him, who
smelled odd and unnatural, but who held such a strong presence.
“Yes. Wings,” smirked his
warden. He placed the syringe on the table, grabbing his book again
and writing something down. “My theory was that a root strand,
almost lost since the time of the first three great ancestors,
allowed for something as unnatural as 'wings' to be formed from
additional ligaments and cabling along the back of the rotor joints
on each side of the spinal struts. Too much pure-breds dulled the
strand, losing such mobility and compatibility for such an occurrence
to happen again but kittycon-autodog coupling seems to be triggering
the binary CNA coding, creating this physical effect once more.”
“But of course, spouting such
unfounded rambling was what had my license revoked in the first
place....,” the kittycon grumbled to himself. “Well, that, and my
chemicals. CNA is a very delicate and somewhat toxic branch of work;
to even begin mimicking such ingenuity, one must not be afraid to
dabble in slightly.... poisonous trades. A shame my colleagues could
not see that.”
Tabby tail flickering in dark
amusement, the mech stalked around the tables, picking up and
discarding various tools, as if he was unsure of which ones he wanted
to use first. “No matter though. I shall make them see the error of
their ways soon, and you, you cub will be the means to my
resurrection to high society once more,” he purred sickly, grabbing
a pair of blue gloves and snapping them on. Swoop panted heavily in
his cage, his irrational processor whispering at him to flee even as
he weakened further from the return of his heat cycle. “Such
primitive and undiluted CNA.... you shall be the perfect subject for
my study.”
The stranger stalked back to the little
cage, his optics lit with madness as he crouched before the wolf. “I
look forward to cutting you up little one and discovering all the
secrets you hold inside.”
Lids growing heavy, Swoop shuddered,
curling up on the bottom of his prison.
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Grimlock looked up from the t.v as
Snarl came through the door, a bag slung over his shoulder plating.
The youngling stopped, looking around, sniffing the air curiously.
“Something smell weird.....,” the younger wolf noted, frowning.
He stopped, looking around again. “Where is Swoop?”
The Alpha male scowled in return. “What
you Snarl talking about? Swoop outside home, moping.”
“It smell not right though....,”
his brother replied.
Grimlock huffed, turning back to the
screen. “Brother fine. You go bring Swoop in now; we eat now,”
the older wolf ordered. Snarl put his bag to the floor, his ears
perked worriedly.
“But.... Snarl not see Swoop outside.
No smell him brother either.”
The mech jumped to his pedes at the
words, hurrying to the door and onto the porch. He looked around,
smelling the air, not seeing nor catching the sparkling's scent.
“SWOOP!,” he roared, his voice echoing through the trees. The
woods shook, animals scurrying and squealing in fright..... but no
voice called back in response.
A slow panic began to overtake
Grimlock. He quickly scrambled around the cottage, still seeing no
sign of his youngest brother. Circling back around, he came a stop
before the porch, servos clenching anxiously at his sides. Snarl
stood in the doorway, equally as worried, his optics focused on the
elder wolf. “Him Swoop not here,” he whined softly. “Him Swoop
in heat. Where he Swoop go then?”
Grimlock snarled in anger, mostly at
himself, debating. Finally, he snorted off to the side, turning back
to the woods with a growl. If Swoop wasn't nearby, then he must have
run off further into the forest. The sparkling should have been back
by now.... He knew better than to stay away from the cottage,
especially when it was getting dark and dinner was ready. Even wolf
cubs were in danger once the sun had set.
“Something not right....,” the
larger mech growled. “Me Grimlock go look. You Snarl stay here;
make sure in case Swoop come home.”
Snarl nodded his helm quickly as his
brother stormed off into the dark trees, not even looking once back.
He hoped that Swoop would be safe and unharmed once Grimlock found
him, especially if the sparkling was experiencing his first heat
cycle. But why had the younger wolf run off in the first place....?
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It felt like he'd spent cycles
searching. Grimlock roared in fury, slamming at the trees, even as he
tore up bushes and almost sprinted through the woods. He still hadn't
found Swoop, and with every passing klik, he felt his anxiety grow
and grow until fear was clenching around his spark as if it would rip
out the burning orb that very moment. Even guilt was now making
itself present, leaving the wolf feeling ill.
“Swoop! SWOOP!,” the mech cried out
again, coming to a stop in a small clearing. The wind howled,
rattling through the trees, sounding like a million, little limbs
beating against each other. From downwind, came a scent. Grimlock's
visor flared at the familiar smell as he whirled around, racing
towards the source.
The wolf cursed himself when he ended
up in another clearing, with no Swoop to be found. Dropping to his
knees, Grimlock sniffed deeply at the surrounded grass and bush,
trying to identify the scents he could not recognize. There was the
smell of dew and spring grass -his brother's regular scent- mixed
with the heady aroma of heavily pollinated wild flowers and ripe
bolt-berries, signs of the sparkling's heat cycle. But the other
scent.... it was too sharp and sterile and just....not right.
The “clean” scent threatened to
overwhelm his baby brother's sweet smell, strangling it.
But it didn't take away from the
lingering traces of lust, fear and confusion covering the trampled
grass along the ground.
Someone had actually been here; someone
had actually taken the sparkling away from his family.... someone not
worthy. Someone..... feline....
Grimlock grabbed at the trees, tearing
them down, ripping up the grass, before turning and howling his rage
to the night sky above.
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