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cozzzynook · 8 months

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I think if Bumblebee ever got sparked the paternity would be between an odd mix. One he could never reveal to his friends as it would brand him a traitor.

He truly does believe in most of the autobot cause but he’s come to learn the original decepticon cause had its points too.

And so it made it all the more easier to find himself in the bed of not one but two decepticons.

Not just any decepticons.

Two of the most powerful and terrifying decepticons and bots known in the galaxy.

Blitzwing and Shockwave.

Bumblebee finds himself disappearing from all optics the moment he finds out of sparkling’s gestation.

His autobot brethern continue battling while keeping an optic out for him not believing his note of, “I’m sorry but I’m resigning. Please don’t come searching for me. One day I will return but until then, may the odds be in your favor.”

Such a cryptic letter so unlike the friendly and outgoing bot alarmed the others but with a war going on they cannot spend every moment in search of him. No matter how much they want to.

On the other side of things the decepticons have noticed the absence of bumblebee but none are more concerned than both Blitzwing and Shockwave.

Neither were oblivious to Bumblebee sleeping with the other they simply shared his time, company and affection when granted on their own respective times. Shockwave would bring Bee to his quarters strictly late into the night and the next Bee would find himself in Blitzwings quarters.

There was a silent agreement between the two to keep their little companion safe and out of harms reach both during his time with them on and off the battlefield.

They were clever in holding back when facing him, as powerful as their shared scout was they were stronger. They appreciated his intelligence and clever tactics to make up for lack of strength and size but it would only go so far and do so much.

So discovering Bumblebee was gone without so much as a word to them and infiltrating the autobot base to find the vague letter left them completely blindsided. Something neither, especially Shockwave, liked.

“His spark signature isn’t showing on any of my private systems,” Shockwave informed the triple changer.

“I haven’t found him in my searches of the sky either,” hot-head growled to the focused and searching mech.

A whirr and Shockwave was greeted with the unusual and worrying sight of a down faced Random.

“Its not like him to do this..do you think someone took him?”

Shockwave was silent for a moment before turning away and clicking faster at the computer.

“To better cover ground we search when I find a precise location.”

“And if you don’t?” Icy wondered in his thick accent.

“That course of action is improbable. I will find his spark location,” Shockwave declared with certainty, “and if someone did take him,” his red optic glared dangerously at the screen as he spoke with a dark tone, “They’ll wish their spark never left the well.”

The drive was long but Bumblebee found himself stopping to rest once more. He’d never found himself having to rest before being sparked but now as he takes a moment to catch his breath and soothe his aching chassis, spark chamber and joints.

He didn’t think the symptoms would start to pile up on him so soon but seeing as he wasn’t just sparked with one but two, he guessed they were taking even more out of him than he originally thought. All the more reason for him to leave as soon as he did.

He could feel the growing curve of his chassis and he could feel his hips already starting to spread. As dangerous as he knew it would be he couldn’t find it in himself to stay. His teammates would be so disappointed and he wasn’t sure what to make of Shockwave and Blitzwings reactions.

As much as he grew to foolishly trust and love them he knew their odd found relationship was no place for news of an upcoming sparkling. He can admit to himself the fear of their rejection and finding out of the growing sparklings within him helped seal his decision to leave.

As much as he adorned loved even, his time with the two, he could never trust them to put their own sparkling much less him above the cause. He didn’t want his sparklings anywhere near Megatron and as much as it pained him to admit he didn’t want them around the others either.

With their sire being decepticons life would not be kind to them around other autobots. He didn’t want the people he knew and loved as family looking at his sparklings with disgust nor did he wish for them to grow anywhere near the war.

He would head to the forgotten base within the deep mountains and take all the energon left behind and open a gate to the closest neutral territory he could find. From there he would make his way further into the neutral zone for added safety.

There were plenty of former autobots and decepticons that lived together who achieved peace on other planets. He could settle there and raise his sparklings. No one would ever look there for him and he doubted Shockwave or Blitzwing would remember or care of his disappearance after a few more weeks let alone months after he was gone.

The thought pained him and he felt a flutter from his spark chamber that brought him comfort he desperately needed. Yet pushed aside after a moments more of rest.

“I promise, little ones, I love you both. More than you’ll know what to do with.”

With a little more energy and a fresh reminder of his resolve he slowly transformed and headed off, arriving at the base a few days later. Grateful for the energon he greedily drank as he rested near the control panel. He would give himself a moments rest before opening a bridge and leaving through it.

His mind and spark couldn’t stop debating hurrying and resting on the other side and sitting to rest just a bit longer. In the end he found himself almost dozing after consuming more energon than someone his size would normally consume.

He felt his spark racing the moment he awoke and he rushed to open a bridge the moment he collected enough energon in a pouch and waited for the bridge to fully open.

He was mere moments away from stepping towards the gate when a space bridge opened behind him.

The sound of two heavy footsteps halting him into place as his body froze into place. Optics wide and spark racing he felt familiar eyes on his back as his door-wings twitched in fear as they lowered to cover him slightly.

His body finally seemed to spring to life as he half turned to look at the two he least expected to come through the gate. Watching as they both kept their eyes solely on him and the glowing gate behind him.

His fuel tank lurched almost moving him with it as he slowly inched towards the gate trying to seem as if he was just getting a better look at the two.

Silence engulfed them as their optics stayed on one another.

Bee hadn’t planned on them searching for him and now here they were. Having found him at the worse opportune time.

How was he supposed to get out of here now?

How could he play this off?

Did they know?

Is that why they came?

‘Just what am I going to do now?’

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glitch-after-dark · 18 days

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Ekidocksos i am in LOVE with your account!!!!!!

Just..Rodimus completely stuffed and bred with Drift & Ratchets sparklings from a drunken one night stand? He left before they woke up and dodges them for weeks on end not knowing they want so much more of him & his hot plush valve.

They get the drop on him when they find him rubbing his tanks & eating sweet energon mini cakes in his office.

They know right then he’s sparked & soon they have him bent over, stuffed with their spikes & trying to add a couple more for a clutch

I would have answered this sooner but I’ve been gardening so exhaustion prevented me from having the energy. I just found your account as well and SoundRod content is very exciting to see! I need to do more with them.

Anyway—this idea is brilliant. I love some Dratchrod angst+horniness+babies.

Just Rodimus hanging out with his best friend—they are officially Amica now, yeah drinks for everyone—celebrating the latest adventure on their Forever Adventure and well into giggling drunk that both Ratchet and Drift are as well. He’s been very cuddly grabby, draping himself over Drift—who is definitely over! He’s very supportive now—and instead of huffing Ratchet just tells him to shove over and when he’s moving too slow picks him up and sits under him making Rodimus half in Ratchet’s lap while still draped over Drift and Ratchet’s telling jokes and laughing at Rodimus and he’s lost track of whose hands are whose at some point. Then Dratchet kisses and Rodimus whines about not getting any so Drift kisses his cheek which Rodimus pouts and says isn’t the same so Ratchet huffs and grabs his chin to lay one on him that has him squirming especially when Drift is petting his spoiler and he’s panting when it breaks. Drift, of course, protests that Ratchet cheated and Drift was supposed to get the first move, making Ratchet laugh and before Rodimus can figure that out Drift is turning his head his direction and kissing him deeply. Rodimus is just a squirming mess not having to be moved and just moving back to the other with someone constantly petting him or grabbing his thighs or holding his waist until Swerve finally throws them out for “public indecency”.

Which gives Rodimus enough of a moment of fresh air to go oh wait what and start to think up an excuse to dip out only for the hands to come back and the three of them to stumble back to Dratchet’s room to resume the sandwich and kissing, which quickly escalates once they have Rodimus shoved in the bed between them. Rodimus catches bits of “wanted you here” and “thought we were going to take him to dinner first” teasing between the kissing and moving around each other and realizes what is going on. Drift and Ratchet are clearly wanting a threesome and intended to ask Rodimus who feels guilty how immediately into that he is for both of them and distracts himself by opening his own panel and mouth descending onto Ratchet’s hands to suck them in remembering how sensitive they are.

He is being passed back and forth between them and responding very eagerly, if a little clumsy which slowly peters out into more smooth movements when the overcharge fades through multiple overloads leaving him clear minded but unwilling to leave when Ratchet is holding his thighs thrusting up into him and Drift is petting him laying over his back, spike pressed against him waiting for his turn, telling him how pretty he looks taking his Conjunx’s spike and look how happy he’s making him and Ratchet is growling out and agreement that sends Rodimus toppling into another overload that makes him bluescreen a bit only to wake to Ratchet kissing him sweetly, Rodimus sprawled out on his front, Drift slipping inside behind peppering kisses on his spoiler with Ratchet’s hands steadying Rodimus’s hips.

He's too tired to leave immediately when it finally finishes and they clean each other off, nuzzling and kissing, this time slow and sweet without the expectation of it leading to anything, and shove him in between to cuddle. He wakes up with Drift having shoved between him and Ratchet, wrapping around their arms and carefully manages to slip out painfully sober and aware of what he’s done and flees cold and horrified by how much it aches to leave them.

Rodimus is panicking because he thought—had lied to himself—he was over Drift and now not only is he wrong he’s developed a crush on Ratchet—reliable, stern, stubborn, kind, smart Ratchet—his Amica’s Conjunx. And he knows very well it is unrequited. Even if they are wanting to be adventurous and invite someone new to sleep with them, Rodimus is going to be devastated when they finally close their bed again.

One night he could laugh off as a drunken fun time, but he will not be able to disguise how clingy and emotional and needy he’ll be if they make it a frequent thing. That’s why Rodimus didn’t do multiple nights with people! He “misunderstands” and thinks more is going on than it actually is. He refused to inflict that on Dratchet.

He’d just gotten better at not shoving his way into Drift’s way and asking for things because Drift won’t tell him no! Ratchet finally tolerates him enough to not protest them being Amica—not that he’d said anything before but Rodimus knew he thought Drift could do better—which Rodimus agreed but was selfishly glad he hadn’t.

So he avoids them, helped by arranging the schedule and a few emergencies, always ready to offer an excuse even if it did make Drift look at him sadly and Ratchet look suspicious. And if he starts to feel weird afterwards, at first sick and tired, falling asleep in his office and achy, and then horny and starving and can’t stop eating sweets that’s his business. He has successfully managed to scrap their interactions down to the bare minimum which he will continue to do until he’s unrequited feelings fade, which would be a lot easier if they’d stop trying to corner him and Minimus and Megatron stopped judging him every time he made the schedule.

Rodimus’s sweet intake leads to his density increasing making him way more as protoform is building up and he doesn’t notice the difference, difference until he has the subtlest belly budging out just above his array. Ratchet finally pegs what is going on when he notices the anti-nausea, the glow, and the belly and way Rodimus’s hips are rounding out and chest is subtly swelling. He puts his foot down and he and Drift finally corner him by using privileges to be put on the graveyard shift with Rodimus.

Rodimus, who’d been getting gentle pep talks (Minimus) and just do it pep talks (Megatron), allows himself to be lead away. Accept apparently him carrying has gotten Ratchet and Drift very hot and bothered and instead of the conversation they are kissing him and pushing him over his desk to stuff him full and Rodimus is ready to go at a moment at this point, constantly horny, and is immediately distracted by this and also can’t get away and is sober enough to actually hear them saying they want him to stay and how thrilled they are to have a clutch and the phrasing is with the intention of a future together. After Drift, who has to be responsible because it turns out Ratchet’s breeding kink is making him thoroughly distracted pushing Rodimus against the nearest surface so he can cup his belly and fuck him, calls Megatron and Minimus to take over their shift.

Rodimus wakes up the next day to a grumbling Ratchet getting out of bed and kissing Drift goodbye and soothing him back to rest and then seeing Rodimus looking up at him sleepily kisses him and tells him to keep sleeping too. And Rodimus gets to, still not entirely sure what is going on, but the possessive grasp Drift makes on him when he rolls back over to sleep and Ratchet’s firm stay here with his own instincts finally relaxed and sleeping good from a night in between them helps.

They do eventually talk and work things out in between a lot of makeup sex and now Rodimus basically living it while getting bent over or crowded up against a wall to make sure he gets enough material to make their clutch. Drift is more slow and sweet about it taking his time and gentling Rodimus through it, savoring every moment, but Ratchet is rougher and very into the breeding aspect, prone to picking Rodimus up and shoving him against the wall or desk or bed (if they make it that far), and filling him up, fucking him until Rodimus’s is yowling, still carefully and hand always gently petting over Rodimus’s swelling tank. Ratchet is also the one who is now the most prone to spoiling Rodimus at the slightest pout. The carrier of the clutch deserves everything is Ratchet's stubborn response everytime he has a happy purring Rodimus pepper his face with kisses and Drift tease him about it.

Happy pregnant Dratchrod sex and babies for the win with Rodimus getting pampered.

#valveplug #mech preg #mechpreg #dratchrod #mild angst #dratchrod pregnant

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eitherlyingorstupid · 2 months

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I imagine that pregnancy and organic-style reproduction was a thing among Transformers millions upon millions of years ago, but once they got the Allspark up and running they kind of abandoned it. In fact, most of the documents that pertained to this type of reproduction were destroyed in the Great Purge, and only the oldest of the oldest bots, like Alpha Trion, have ever even heard of it.

They still have "sticky" sexual arrays, of course, but their only use is for recreation.

Then the war happened, the Allspark was lost, and everything went to scrap.

Once the war was over, the missing Allspark became a really, really big problem, because protoforms are useless without the Allspark to give life to them.

That's when the millions of years old pregnancy programming kicks in, and bots everywhere are randomly seized with a desperate, intense urge to frag or get fragged immediately. Their internal temperature rises to dangerous levels, and the only thing that relieves this mysterious new ailment is to have a certain amount of transfluid in the valve.

After a while, medics are surprised to discover that a tiny protoform is growing inside some bots… a protoform with a spark, no less. This is huge news. Now, Cybertron can be repopulated with pre-sparked protoforms, and the Allspark is no longer needed.

Eventually, heat suppressants and a method of birth control are created and generally become available to most Autobots. The heat coding can't be turned off without practically lobotomizing the bot, so it's kinda something they have to live with.

HOWEVER, it's important to note that Decepticons and warframes, while they do have arrays, don't have forges (wombs). They also don't have heats, and Shockwave, while going undercover at Autobot Boot Camp, realizes this far too late.

But he can't really code himself into being able to get heats, and he is a good actor but not "faking a heat" good. So when Bumblebee asks why Longarm hasnt been in heat yet, Longarm replies its because his cycle just finished before he came to Boot Camp.

"Oh," so Bumblebee says, "you'll be due in about… 40 stellar cycles, then, huh? That overlaps with my heat. We should partner up." (Bumblebee's already thinking about if Longarm's dick can stretch like his limbs can).

"That sounds delightful," Longarm lies through his teeth. (Internally, he's sweating bullets and trying to figure out what to do).

A few stellar cycles later, Ironhide goes into heat and gets clanged against the wall by Wasp. Longarm's never actually seen an Autobot in heat before, and it's… something.

Bots are very loud, very desperate, and very unconcerned about who sees them interfacing. And they go all day, and most of the night. Longarm has to recharge to the sound of metal on metal and formulate how he acts when his heat will supposedly hit.

Thankfully, Bumblebee goes into heat before Longarm is due, and he helps Bee with it. He's not prepared for how much stamina Bee has, nor how many rounds he's willing to go for (which is a lot). Longarm has to beg Ironhide to take over for him, lest he be completely drained of transfluid.

When it comes to his own (fake) heat, Longarm tries his best to emulate Bumblebee. The size difference means Bee has to go for quite a few rounds before Longarm's valve is full, and Longarm feels like a shriveled-up husk by the time it's finally over.

#valveplug #mech preg #heat stuff

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dayacakrawala · 25 days

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Construtiprowl, but is the praxian who got them pregnant?

You mean all of them? Tough job, but more decent than his regular bastard cop activity, so why not? I think there is some kind of unspoken agreement among all Cybertronians that Prowl is such an incurable asshole that he simply should not procreate. Who needs his bastard cyber-DNA spreading? Good news he's a loner by nature and it's unlikely for a sane bot to carry from a casual fuck with him. Well, until his green harem shows up and sees that their precious Prowl doesn't get enough cunt. Maybe five big strong valves could count as enough? At first Prowl is reluctant, playing hard to get. He gets notifications about a lounge in a bath house booked for him and his "company" but deletes them. Until, late at night, he finds himself in the washracks in his apartment with his spike out and his mind playing a half-dream, half-fantasy about big hands holding him, passing him on to each other. Like in a moment of despair he agreed to form Devastator one more time, he surrenders and accepts his admirers' offer. They bathe him in oil a little messily, jostling and squabbling, until Prowl's spike sticks out of the oil like a periscope. He is fished out of the jakuzzi (thanks Hook) and manoeuvred to lay between Long Haul's thighs. He can't suppress his relieved moan when he's finally inside. Touches here and there encourage him, and he's fucking his first valve in a long time like it's his last valve. He's too small to stretch any of them, maybe only Scavenger, but they cheer him every time he's shooting his load. It ends in a haze, Prowl laying sated in the oil bath, Constructicons tossing drinks to each other and him. Could be worse, yeah? It gets worse when Prowl receives a message from Hook with test results attached. He knocked them up. All of them.

#transformers #valveplug #tf idw #prowl #constructicons #mech preg

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blitznut · 3 months

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They are reading 'what to expect when you're an expecting triple changer', a book by Broadside on that datapad.

#blitzwing #lugnut #blitznut #my art #mech preg #mechpreg #can you tell i fiddled a bit too much with the effects?

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siberat · 9 months

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all finished! Rat/Chet sure spoils Dr/ift! ( second one has stretch marks)

tried a few new things out with this piece, and it was fun to do!

hope you all like!

#siberatart #chubformers #mech preg #mpreg #pregnancy art

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camp-mithril-lake · 2 days

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Optimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Constructicons (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers) Additional Tags: Mech Preg (Transformers), Transformer Sparklings, Ensemble Cast, Parenthood, Parent-Child Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

The Autobots and Decepticons find out that a four million year absence and new world isn't their only surprise. When being repaired Teletraan-1 made a mistake that has left a scattered few with surprise sparklings.

They are far from normal ones though given they'd just died on Necroworld from their point of views.

The G1 Cartoon Autobots and Decepticons raise some MTMTE/LL characters. It goes as well as can be expected.

#oops baby au #fic link #mech preg

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earthstellar · 6 months

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Finally, I got a chance to write a little something for Terror Transformed! :)

Summary:

Prowl wakes up in Tarantulas' custody, acclimating himself to his newly altered frame.

In the process of attempting to take flight, he discovers additional modifications...

Warnings:

Body Horror, Implied Non-Con, Mech Preg/Egg Preg, Non-Con Body Modification

Happy Halloween!

#idw prowl #idw tarantulas #idw 1 #idw transformers #terror transformed #halloween #taraprowl #mech preg #body horror #beastformers #maccadam #maccadams

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searchingforatrail · 1 year

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Rodimus is normally obsessed and touchy with Megatron, but he’s 1000% more obsessed with Megatron when he sparks him up. Megatron actually thought being sparked would make Rodimus leave him alone since he felt unattractive, but nope, Rodimus’s is constantly touching him, kissing him, and occupying his space.

(anyway this is a part of a series I have on ao3 so you should subscribe for more carrier megatron and sire rodimus)

#megarod #rodimus prime #megatron #mech preg

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frosty-tian · 1 month

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Going to be silly AF and say the reason Boulder wasn’t a mentor in Rescue bots Academy is because he’s expecting but still wants to help his close friends/team mates out and enjoys assisting the recruits on their growth.

#rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots academy #maccadam #transformers #rb boulder #tfrb boulder #mech preg #mech preg tw #frosty babbles #yes I know it’s likely OOC #yes I haven’t watched RBA #but also yes like I said I’m being really silly #honestly flabbergasted when I heard they didn’t make Boulder a mentor #like he’s absolute mentor material HOW??#BTW he had Predaprince and now’s expecting Oaken #(shoutout to Sphny heard the info from them and she made/fleshed out Predaprince)

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cozzzynook · 4 months

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Part 2 of BlitzBeeShock

Seeing the glowing red optics watch his every movement left him in a mounting panic to make himself scarce and leave through the portal immediately. But there was a large problem at hand and said problem was itching to open his spark chamber to feel the warmth of their sires sparks near their own steadily forming ones.

A minute step in his pedes and the two were pressing closer with speed usually reserved on the battlefield. Though looking at it from their perspective this was a battlefield in and of itself especially if they’d discovered the reason he was trying to get away.

He was thankful he still held some of his renowned speed as he ducked out of Blitzwings grabbing servos and dodged Shockwaves arm. He found his joint almost locking on him as he dipped low to the ground and flung himself towards the portal.

His tanks outright lurched audibly in retaliation and the sound of his gagging paused the larger mechs movements. Just shy of grabbing him by the back struts and his sensitive horns, Blitzwing and Shockwave had flashes of worry and fear paint their EM fields. Bumblebee felt guilt eat at his processor when he looked down with vision that began to grow fuzzy. He needed to do this and now.

So with the last reserves of his strength he darted into the portal sending a zap of electricity onto the control unit. With the bridge beginning to close he faltered in pace for just a nano click to intake through his vents as a wave of energon felt like it was bubbling up his throat.

But a nano click was all the two needed to grip tightly onto the crumbling bot who was pushed forward into their clawed servos as they all tumbled through the gate. Blitzwing and Shockwave held tightly to Bumblebee as they fell from the gates exit. Landing onto grassy planes in a tangle as the portal shut completely.

With shaking shoulders Bumblebee darted away from the two purging the energon that once felt so relieving going down his intakes that now felt like burning acid as it forced its way back up.

A whimper escaped him as he held a servo tenderly onto his emptying tank. The feel of an icy servo rubbing his spinal strut soothingly was more help than he knew it could be and the watchful lone red optic on him that grew closer until the purple clawed servo was placed over his spark chamber had Bumblebee’s servos clenching the grass before another churn rolled in his tank and his intakes were purging more energon than he drank.

“You are sparked.”

Shockwave stated it without his usual factual tone and Bee couldn’t stablize his processor in hopes of understanding what the tone meant from the lone optic mech. But Blitzwings hand freezing on his back was much more readable.

“Is this true hummel?”

A weak nod was all he could bare to give as he shut his optics. His tanks were trying to stabilize themselves but even with the ceasing nausea his spark still throbbed in fear and worry. His frame was growing hotter by the minute no matter how much he vented. It didn’t help that the two’s EM fields were hidden from him, what with all the panic and anxiety he was feeling he didn’t realize his own EM field was wrecking havoc on the two mechs besides him.

His processor could only focus on the scrambled thoughts: ‘What will they do to me now? What will they say? Will they kill me? Will they demand I get rid of them? Will they make me come back with them? Did they choose to follow after me even when they didn’t know I was sparked?’

That last question felt inappropriate to be concerned about, yet he wanted to know. He found comfort in believing they wanted him safe by their sides even as his insecure processor crept to the forefront telling him that wasn’t the truth. That they needed to make sure he wasn’t a liability and wouldn’t give any intel up that could cause their faction any hinderance or weakness. But he also knew deep down that was just his long held fears and em vulnerable processor talking.

“Hummel?!”

With a frame wracking cough his optics opened to see that the grass had grown fuzzy. He couldn’t focus his audios clearly but he knew it was Blitzwing calling him though he couldn’t understand just what he was saying. The feeling of four clawed servos on him would’ve made him flinch if the wash of air over his faceplates and the world offlining didn’t get to him first.

Blitzwing and Shockwave grabbed him before he could hit the ground and held him close between their forms. Shockwave immediately nudged Bumblebee into Blitzwings arms and started to check him over.

His scans told him that Bumblebee’s frame was overheated most likely due to their sudden and rigorous departure from Earth and the torrent of emotions clouding in the scouts optics the moment they found him at the base.

“He has overheated and my systems indicate a lack of recharge and substantial energon fuel in his tanks. His emotional level has been quite unstable for a while and judging by the wrinkles under his optics, he is in desperate need of rest. My scans are also picking up that we’re on an inhabited planet.”

“This is a neutral zone,” Blitzwing cradled their scout close to his chassis with great care, lifting him as the two began their trek. “He must’ve chosen this planet to settle on..”

“He was going to abandon us..just like zat?”

His thick and heavy accent grew with each word and Shockwave’s EM field revealed the hurt and anger he truly felt at the situation.

“Use a small amount of ice to help cool him. When he wakes he is to be given energon and the excess energy our frames and sparks have been producing. Our frames and sparks knew of our creations by millennia old instinct. When he is stable, we will receive our answers as to why he chose to ignore the correct action of staying beside us and endeavoring a fools journey away from where he belongs.”

“And if he tries to leave again?”

“This outcome is impossible.”

Blitzwing stopped, gaze lingering hard on Shockwave in curiosity at his raw confidence.

“Bumblebee will not succeed in leaving us because Bumblebee is not allowed to leave us.”

With the assurance in his logic only a mech like Shockwave could positively evoke, he moved forward, Blitzwing in step with him as he blew cool breath onto their bee who went slack in his arms.

As much as he ached and burned with hurt over their hummel leaving, he worried over Shockwaves emotion based conclusion.

Blitzwing knew when their hummel woke, Shockwave would not take lightly to Bee trying to escape.

The first thing he noticed upon waking was the alarm on his hud. He was pushed out of recharge by the blaring warning that both his sparklings and frame needed fuel.

He was no longer hot and his scans showed he wasn’t damaged or in need of repairs but his energon readings were extremely low and he knew he needed fuel fast or he could lose his sparklings.

‘Ugh, where am I?’

His blue optics spun open and he looked up to see a beautiful array of sunlight and trees. He tried wracking his processor for his location and after a klik he was able to determine he was in the neutral zone. Far from Earth and his teammates but not far enough from the war for him to safely let his guard down. He shifted a little and his hips shot a pain up his back making him stifle a wince venting it out.

He wracked his memory files until he found what he was looking for. The bridge opening, Blitzwing and Shockwave finding him, chasing him through the gate and grabbing hold of him. The crash into the planet and them discovering his secret. ‘Frag,’ he bolted up panicked only to watch the world rush in a dizzying typhoon as he landed against a broad muscular frame he’d know anywhere.

“Hummel?”

“Blitz…”

“Hummel, are jou okay?”

“My scans indicate he is in dire need of fueling, here, drink.”

That was Shockwave’s deep baritone voice, his optics had trouble clearing as he lifted a shaky servo out only to feel a cube be placed on his derma. he greedily drank it with a slight grimace on his face. This was not at all what he was craving but it would have to do. He needed the fuel.

“Is this not what you want?”

The cube was removed from his lips and he looked in Shockwaves direction with distress only to have two different cubes placed before him. His vision thankfully cleared and his olfactory sensors made his digestive tanks rumble and when Shockwave pushed the two cubes closer he moved back and pointed shyly at the cubes Shockwave and Blitzwing must’ve been drinking from.

The two looked at him like he’d grown another set of optics and stablizers and it made his insecurity flare. It was Blitzwing who picked up his own cube and fed it to Bumblebee. The scouts relieved sigh as he drank made the two cons look at one another. Bumblebee never liked the cubes they drank stating they tasted too bitter and heavy for his systems. He preferred sweet energon that was lighter on the frame, something common in mini bots like Bee but here he was drinking something war frames like themselves typically drank.

“It seems the sparkling will most likely take after our frames,” the purple mech mused aloud as he offered his cube to Bumblebee who greedily drank with an obvious hunger even after he finished Blitzwing’s cube.

“Are jou still hungry hummel?”

Bumblebee startled in the large mechs lap just now realizing the compromising position he was in. He shook his head a little more than embarrassed at having not noticed and tried to lift himself off the others lap. But Blitzwing would not let him, he pulled Bumblebee all the way back until they were back struts to chassis and he could feel the heavy thrum of his spark outside of his thick plating.

“Umm?”

“Go on finish jour cube, ve have plenty more where zat came from.”

Bumblebee felt himself grow nervous at the implications, just what were they planning to do with him?

“Bumblebee, open your spark chamber.”

He almost spilled the cube he was drinking at the sudden words Shockwave directed at him.

“W-what?”

“Open your spark chamber I wish to see how the sparkling is developing. Judging by your sudden leave and cryptic letter not even your teammates know you are sparked. A logical and wise decision given the circumstances yet foolish as well. We must know if both your spark and the sparkling is healthy.”

Bumblebee fidgeted in Blitzwings lap and the large mech let him rubbing a comforting servo against his sore side that made him relax into the chassis. He closed his eyes focusing on the soothing gesture as he opened his spark chamber and peaked inside. Glowing bright as ever was his own spark and the small spark next to his was hugged close to his own still. A healthy glow of purple the same shade as Shockwave while also having a similar shade to Blitzwings.

The spark had grown again and Bumblebee was pleased to see he hadn’t hurt his sparkling in any way. The growth may have been slight but it was growth nonetheless.

“You’ve done well in looking after the sparkling, however the same cannot be said about yourself. It was foolish and dangerous to try venturing off on your own in such a delicate state.”

Bee looked at Shockwave to see something flickering in his optic and his em field may have been held close for secrecy it was not held close enough. Bee could feel the obvious hurt in both mechs sparks at his leaving and he felt his optics water.

“I…”

“Vhy vould jou leave hummel? Vhy didn’t jou tell us?”

“I was scared..we’re in the middle of a war. This is not a time to have a sparkling and no one on my team knows I’m a carrier. The decepticons may not make a big deal out of carriers but it’s not the same for autobots. We don’t have rights as a carrier..I..they would’ve stripped me of my title and forced me to help repopulate..I..I can’t go back.”

“zen why didn’t jou say something to us?! We vould have helped jou?!”

“How was I supposed to know what you would say!”

That was the first time Bumblebee had ever raised his voice outside of battle and even then he didn’t mean it, not like now.

“Just walk up to you on the nights either of you have me and say, ‘oh by the way i’m a carrier and its either yours or Shockwaves,’ and expect something good to come of it?! We are on opposite factions! I’m supposed to be your enemy! If Megatron caught either of you with me he’d offline you both and me no matter how valuable you two are to your cause!”

“If my friends found out I would not be safe! I’d be branded a traitor! They’d interrogate me on any information they’d think they can get and rip the sparkling and my spark from my gray offline frame after! I had to leave to a neutral planet it was my only safe option!”

There was deafening silence as Bumblebee heavily vented, somehow he ended up standing with his chassis closed and a protective servo covering his sparkling. His antennae were painfully laying against his helm and his door wings were so tense he felt they would snap off.

“I wanted to protect my sparkling above all else. Above being an autobot, above this war and above myself, more than anything they matter most…I can give those things up and I did..I’m not going back..I can’t risk autobots knowing my sparkling is sired by decepticons they’d kill them or worse experiment on them..I..I won’t do it.”

Bee looked down with his optics closed for a moment before opening them and seeing his bag filled with energon. “I’m sorry I left without saying anything and I’m sorry I got us into this mess..I thought the vial I took to keep from carrying was working but I guess not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen and I wasn’t trying to make things more complicated than they already were. I know you didn’t sign up for this. We were just supposed to be interface partners and nothing more I know that.”

“Who said we were only interface partners? I do not remember making such a statement. In fact I don’t remember making any statement that I only wanted you for your frame. Your reasons are logical and sound on not returning to your now former faction and your logic is sound on getting to the neutral zone during your carrying. But it is highly illogical to think either myself or Blitzwing do not want you or the sparkling you carry. And quire frankly, it’s fragging me off how you made such assumptions without communicating and then abandoning us with no intent on telling or returning to us.”

Shockwave’s canon was powering with the strong emotions he felt, he wasn’t completely rid of his feelings after that painful procedure. He held tight to them but they still existed and now they were overwhelming him.

“Hummel we vould have helped jou we care far more about jou than jou realize. Ve vant jou for ourselves hummel. We risked our sparks to see jou not because of a good interface but because we like jou. Vant to bond with jou. I get jou were scared but its hurts to know jou didn’t think jou could trust us to help jou and that jou think so little of how we feel about jou when zat is not ze case.”

Bee grit his dentas trying to stifle the coolant plaguing his optics. What were they saying? Did they really care about him the way he cared about them? Had he really hurt them so bad? The two people he cared about most along with the sparkling they share, how could he do this to them?

“I’m sorry..”

“This sparkling is not just yours Bumblebee, we sired the sparkling you house within you they are our responsibility as well.”

“Shockwave is right hummel, we von’t abandon jou or our sparkling. Jou are right it is dangerous to have a sparkling right now..but you aren’t entirely correct in your assumptions hummel. Ve vant the restoration of our home und equal treatment vhen ve vin this var. Our faction is important but our home und equality is the reason ve are decepticons, mein liebe. Both Shockwave und I vish for more than mere victory und ve both know victory can come from multiple directions.”

“Blitzwing is correct. All I would need is time to prepare and plan. I have the means and connections for funds towards suitable housing and care while you carry our sparkling to term on a much safer neutral planetary system. Keeping Megatron away from you won’t be a hassle and keeping you and our sparkling safe is our top priority as we also work towards winning this war. We can work towards our goal of reviving Cybertron and having you along with our sparkling.”

“He is right hummel, we aren’t sparkless, spark damaged but not sparkless. Jou mean more to us than jou know and maybe its time we start to show that? If ve had maybe this wouldn’t have come to fruition Shockwave.”

There was a low grunt from Shockwave’s vox but the mechs arm had powered down and he looked to be thinking something over. It was Blitzwing who initiated physical contact first, burying Bumblebee in a close hug as he leaked over his plating beeping apologies to the two mecha as he held tight to Blitzwing.

It was expected and welcome to have this physical connection to Blitzwing while he was leaking. Blitzwing craved touch as much as he did though he didn’t always show it even with his Random personality. Bee wasn’t too surprised when Blitzwing brought him comfort but he was shell shocked stiff when Shockwave hugged him from behind.

“Too much leaking is not good for you or the sparkling, finish your leaking quickly so we can find better suited shelter. We’ll need time to plan and you need proper rest before we journey to the planetary system I have deemed safer than this.”

Bee didn’t know what more he could do than allow a burst of static to stream his vox cording. He went about trying to reset his internals but they were all exhausted. He activated his hub systems to see he was in desperate need of recharge. To his annoyance Shockwave was correct yet again in his statements and Bee knew it wouldn’t be long before his frame slowly shut down his systems one by one in order to lull him into a much needed recharge.

With how things were going so far he worried he would become vulnerable far quicker than originally anticipated. He didn’t want to inconvenience them beyond the emotional outburst and chasing he’d put the two mechs through just mere kliks ago so with a shake of his helm Bee shifted himself to say he was ready.

He felt red optics on his frame the entire time they traveled through the vast cyberganic vegetation. A trip that normally took half a cycle turned full. It upset Bee knowing he was the reason the trip took so long but neither mentioned the slowed pace nor did they attempt to quicken. If anything they seemed content he was moving the pace of a cyber slug, going as far as making him sit while they used their status to get them a ship for travel.

This planet did not allow the use of transwarps unless trade, documented permission or emergencies were involved. The local security was more than willing to give them a ship in exchange for their quick departure and written statement and oath to keep the planets location from autobot and decepticon servos.

It was not a full cycle later he found himself traveling aboard the ship curling into himself as slow lag made his tanks churn threatening him with painful surges with a need to purge. He tried to keep his dilemma to himself but Blitzwing and Shockwave seemed adamant on nourishing him with attention and what they deemed necessary fretting. Bee tried to argue he was just carrying and a former soldier and did not need their pampering.

All that amounted to was them reminding him he was indeed deserving of being catered to, carrying or not and that he should learn to accept such intentions since they were ready to make up for all the time spent chasing after him.

It was later that mid cycle did he understand how badly he needed their servos soothing the churn of his tank and their sparks thrumming along the seams of his sore exhausted frame.

Bumblebee doesn’t remember slipping into recharge while Blitzwing held him from behind and Shockwave attended to the aches in his heavy chassis. Their spark energies feeding the tiny life form growing within besides his own spark that readily accepted their excess energy for itself.

His frame gave off the wisps of carrier energy that wiggled inside Blitzwing and Shockwaves awaiting chassis allowing a better and proper connection to form.

What they thought to be one sparkling turned out to be two.

Both held all three of their combined CNA, a feat only carriers could accomplish with mechas their sparks deemed worthy.

It was a surprise when discovered but not unwelcome. Shockwave calculated plan after plan to Blitzwing who nodded his helm adding in where he saw fit. Bumblebee laid between them deep in much needed recharge as the two figured out ways to help their cause from the neutral planet they would remain on.

An old home Shockwave once used remained here from his days as a senator. More than big enough to accommodate them all with the space he would need to build a warp gate so he along with Blitzwing could transport to the front lines when needed or to flee with Bumblebee and their sparklings in case of planetary siege.

Blitzwing had already set and tuned a specific channel to outlay their message to Megatron. Pledging their continued allegiance to the cause as they remained stationed on a neutral planet. Their slue of intel on the autobot base that laid abandoned and unguarded proved useful to Megatron who pardoned their sudden and unapproved relocation.

The two kept their oath on keeping this system unknown but they did reveal an autobot outpost they passed by carrying a vast supply of energon and medical supplies the decepticons would need. Megatron of course revealed his suspicions of the two harboring a know former scout to which the two gave no reply nor deny to.

Megatron did not comment further on the matter, simply stating he expected Shockwaves work to be in utmost condition as always and for Blitzwing to be ready for when needed in battle.

Further plans were made until the trio were on the outskirts of the planetary system Shockwave had them traveling to. Shockwave ended the transmission stating this planet held a vital substance that could help restore Cybertron and Megatron gave his immediate approval.

It took a deca cycle for them to finally reach the planet and in that time the three spent it communicating on what was to happen next.

Bee had to learn to accept the two mechas help as well as take it easy.

He wasn’t used to recharging so much nor fueling in such abundance and he certainly wasn’t used to either mecha so openly holding him as he fell into recharge on them. It seemed he needed their touch not only for their sparklings health but his own.

The amount of physical contact seemed to ease the two decepticons worries as well since they no longer kept their optics trained on him fearing he would disappear at any nanoklik.

It was a lot to get used to and Bee did feel guilt thinking back to his friends and family knowing he could never speak to them till the war ended. He felt the most hurt knowing Optimus would worry over him the most seeing as the large Prime became his sire at such a very young age. His door wings would sag for countless solar cycles until Shockwave gifted him the invention he’d been working on as a side project.

“This mechanism should help soothe your guilt. I expect to see your wings in better condition when we return after your much needed privacy.”

With a servo cupping his helm and Shockwaves finials slowly shifting in affection Bee laid a press to Shockwaves inner servo before watching him exit the room. Bee hadn’t even known Blitzwing was in the room watching them until he felt a servo softly glide across his door wing in a comforting fashion before a kiss was pressed to his antenna and the large mecha followed after Shockwave.

It was a few kliks later that Bee looked to the device in hand with his helm tilted in confusion did he turn on the small servo held invention and watch the screen flicker to life.

He heard what sounded like a long beep before the image of a berth room popped up, a familiar one he would know anywhere.

Coolant tickled the edges of his optics and he watched stifling a glitch sob as a familiar face plate slowly onlined looking up in bleary confusion as the optic comm from their chassis turned on and the broken static sob of “sire” woke them fully.

Those battle hard blue optics turned to mush the very instant they saw the bot his spark could only ever see as his youngling bundled in his servos too small to be carried any other way.

“My bitlet.”

If one heard such a voice they would never assume it to be Optimus Prime but none other than extremely close and old friends knew, Optimus could only sound like this when speaking to his one and only sparkling.

“I missed you sire. I have a lot to tell you… but it can never leave us..not until the war is over.”

“Whatever you need my bitlet, just never leave me in the dark like that again, my bitlet mecha.”

“I hope my bitlets never cause me this stress. Or maybe it’ll be payback for what I’ve done to their grandsire if they do,” Bee giggled while sobbing.

He’d never seen Optimus so openly shocked and he hoped to Primus he would take the rest of the news well. If he didn’t he knew Optimus would find him and offline the mechas who were courting him for bonding.

He truly hoped they would survive to see their sparklings emerge.

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Animal Handler Rodimus/Merformer Thunderclash #4

More setup and a quick overview of the Rehab Center! Plus a surprise for Rodimus!

@sticky-mecha Not much Thunderclash yet, but he returns soon and we'll get more from his side!

@valve3nthusiast and @mychlapci, I hope you enjoy since it was partially inspired by the merformer posts.

Series TW: Noncon (Past), Treating a Sentient Person Like An Animal (Unknowingly on Rodimus's Part), Exhibitionism, Unwilling Public Sex, Abuse, Domestication, Kidnapping, Harassment, Stalking By Media, Mildly Genital Injury (Nothing Explicitly Described), Forced Orgasm, Mechpreg, Alcoholism (Briefly)

PART IV – Recovery and Reunion

Rodimus likes his new job, even if it does keep triggering moment of guilt and horror when he sees what an actual healthy setup from the studies should be. The Rehab Center doesn’t allow a lot of public visitors outside of the educational front area and small viewing areas, but there is nothing close to the actual merformers themselves. The facility takes up most of the west side of the island they are on, built into the ocean and cutting it off, allowing for large expansive areas designed for them as well as areas within the building. While it specializes in merformers it does have other animals rehabbing on the land facilities and Rodimus gets to meet them and sees the obvious differences.

The merformers in the facility as well are much healthier, plumper, more lively, less anxious, their colors and biolights brighter.

They have some that are temporary and intend to be released that they are more off hand with but others are more permanent due to injuries or socialization issues.

Drift is the most famous. After Rodimus got out and read more freely about merformers and the debates on their levels of sentience he heard about Drift who was famous for learning Hand though many debate it is a scam or due to the oddness of the field with merformers reading differently he isn’t communicating but just responding with the same pulses he’s receiving. They’ve tried to release him, he’s healthy, an experienced hunter, socialized, popular among his peers, but he absolutely refuses. He’s been caught before and was famously rescued from a merformers fighting ring by the head of he facility Ratchet and imprinted on him. When he was discovered years later caught up in a spill from a factory that caught up a nearby merformer nesting grounds he was evacuated to the Rehab Center for treatment.

While there he reunited with Ratchet and “imprinted” on him. He absolutely refused to leave despite all his group leaving (including Wing) and kept making courting behaviors and doting on Ratchet. He helps with socializing new captures and rearing orphaned pups to be released back into the wild after he raises them so he has a purpose there. Everyone jokes how he pined after Ratchet for years and only let him take care of him.

The Hand thing was a joke but he got so excited about it the interns showed him. They all knew he was intelligent and would come up with tests for him to do and tech but no one expected him to latch onto it and pick it up immediately. Or that once he learned some words he would terrify everyone by dragging Ratchet into the water to grab his hands and start screaming “RATCHET RATCHET RATCHET!” over and over with Hand while snuggling him beaming. Ratchet got things more organized and kept teaching him more and more complicated concepts and has been petitioning to change the sentience guidelines because Drift is proof just because merformers can’t speak Neocybex and have more instinct coding doesn’t mean they can’t communicate or have higher levels of thoughts.

It's been complicated due to them not being able to pass the Ambus Test and a lot of misinformation about Drift and lack of being able to repeat the experiment out of Ratchet’s facility because, as he keeps emphasizing, the merformers do not feel safe or inclined to account for them and some of the facilities are terrible. Dominus Ambus was actually involved as he was working to revise his own test to account for its own flaws which would he in his own alt mode couldn’t pass.

The other merformers in the facility except for Drift’s occasional pups also aren’t inclined to learn Hand. Most simply aren’t there long enough. Or don’t agree. Another issue with repeating the test.

Whirl refuses and his hands aren’t in a good shape for it though his caretaker Cyclonus is trying to adapt a different communication since he noticed that Whirl uses colors to communicate and Whirl is intelligent enough to build and rebuild things and socializes well with the janitor, Tailgate too. Whirl isn’t exactly one they want meeting the public though, given his general aggression.

Getaway is a menace who keeps breaking out every place they put him and has sired way too many pups. He was released but keeps showing back up in one of the cages whenever he wants, like a seasonal bother, during breeding season. Mostly to harass Skids, who is currently their other lead project trying to learn Hand from Drift. Though it has some difficulties because they are different subspecies which have different fields again so they are trying to adapt it and the fact they keep having to break due to Getaway knocking him up and distracting him. They’ve made some headway with a new Praxian hire Bluestreak adapting door wing language to match Skids’s fin wings.

Other members of the Rehab Center include: Overlord (who is kept carefully under lock and key and is not to be approached unless by trained and approved individuals, because he was a mech killer and actively hunted them. He was slotted to be put down before someone decided, in Ratchet’s words, to make him their problem), Sunstreaker (who was injured and grew attached to an Insecticon recovering in the land facility and they bonded and refuse to leave so they had to make a hybrid enclosure), Tarn (a siren-type with a similar backstory to Overlord and is one of the only times one with his ability was captured alive and is under strict care), Nautica and her sorority (slotted to be released though with how much Nautica has bonded with Skids and her caretake Velocity she is likely going to voluntarily stay), etc.

Rodimus meets many of them and is excited to help out. It makes him feel like he’s making up for accidentally mistreating Thunderclash. Then when he gets read in on the they are probably sentient as we are but that’s being debated and meets Drift, things get even more wobbily for him emotionally. He has a lot of dreams and nightmares mixed up with memories about his time with Thunderclahs. Ratchet and he bond though Rodimus is a little terrified of him finding out about his past.

It’s very good for him and he is making friends and a life for himself, but his libido hasn’t died down and if anything has gotten worse, leading him to regularly hookup most nights and still feels weirdly unsatisfied and craving something. For all he’s mentally recovering he is also eating a lot more and emotional regulation wise he’s getting occasional mood swings, sore back, and he’s started to have his pain dull and get exhausted as the craving in him increases that his hookups are not satisfying.

Ratchet’s the one who finally sits him down to confront him, having been a former doctor in Iacon, and tells him he needs to talk to his doctor because its obvious he needs to increase his transfluid donations because they are not meeting his frame needs and if this keeps up he’ll start cannibalizing himself. Ratchet after enduring Rodimus’s obvious confusion realizes Rodimus doesn’t know he is pregnant. The facility had all kind of largely known because of Drift’s treatment of him. Drift is good for pegging when someone is carrying and treats them accordingly. Since Rodimus wasn’t talking about it though they were respecting his privacy.

Ratchet takes Rodimus to the hospital and hooks him up with a doctor, they estimate how along he is and realize he is much, much too small and behind on building materials so he is put on a strict diet and twice daily donations unless he want to abort. Ratchet calms him down and lets him talk out his emotions and Rodimus figures it happened during his post-trial sex marathons. After awhile thinking about he decides to keep it, Orion, despite Rodimus’s protests, did set him up a trust fund so he never feels pressured to fall into a bad situation again and Rodimus hasn’t been touching it due to complicated feelings but it would allow him to support himself. Plus he likes this area, far away from anyone who knows him and Ratchet goes ahead and tells him they were planning to offer him permanent position once his trial ended and his certificate was granted. The facility has a onsite daycare something Ratchet pushed for when he was pregnant with Medix and Minerva, his sparklings.

Rodimus has a support system and slowly tells everyone, getting healthier (but still feeling unsatisfied sexually), no longer seeking out hookups as often (it was mostly the cravings and the island is a bit too small population wise to keep things from getting awkward and people are more wary now that he has a belly unless they are really into it), and dealing with everyone openly being happy and supportive for him and weirdly enough the merformers reaction to when his belly pops changing.

They are all, without exception, preening for him or doting on him in equal measure. His coworkers explain that it’s a pretty normal reaction and merformers themselves commonly find signs of fertility attractive and, they point to Drift and Ratchet, are known for cross species attraction. There are quite a few jokes about how Drift was when Ratchet was pregnant that people then skirt away from when Ratchet approaches. Drift is the most excited for it and grabs Rodimus’s hands to project congratulations and even pets his belly, before grinning, crookedly and pressing Rodimus’s hand to his own and feeling a hardness there. Rodimus is startled but supposes that for all Drift’s imprinting he does still socialize and share the pool with other merformers, who Rodimus has learned are not shy about public sex and it is incredibly common to the point he’s desensitized at this point and visitors have to sign waivers to acknowledge they might see them getting frisky.

Things are actually going pretty well when they get news about a transfer request from another facility. Rodimus doesn’t think much of it until Ratchet sits Rodimus down and explains, seriously, that it would be Thunderclash transferring.

Rodimus feels like he’s been hit by a truck but says he’ll be fine especially after hearing the reason behind the request is that Thunderclash has health issues, and they want him comfortable because they are convinced he is going to die from complications and Ratchet’s Rehab Center is famous for care. Rodimus is deeply upset because he’d made a point to not investigate it at first and when he’d tried later couldn’t find out and couldn’t bring himself to mention it to Ratchet because that would mean telling about his past. Ratchet, during the talk, reveals he already knew. He just had been respecting Rodimus’s privacy.

Rodimus braces for Thunderclash’s return and hopes for the best. He’s taken to talking the Drift about his feelings while doing rounds and confesses everything that happened to him while Drift makes sympathetic chirps and coos and eventually grabs Rodimus’s hands to convey just pure comfort and support wordlessly, which Rodimus appreciates.

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