Hunger, 12
Fic for my darlings. <3
Title: Hunger, 12
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 654
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
As much as it pained him, he had to agree. “Only the sparklings strong enough for it. Most of 'em can't handle magnetization.” Their armor was too brittle, and it was just as likely to snap clean off of them as it was to hold them in place. But a few sparklings, from modeltypes with naturally thicker armor, still had enough of it intact to be carried by a bot that way. One of the sparklings started to dip a servo into Kup's subspace, instinctively looking for more fuel, and Kup grunted, sending a mild electric zap to the servo from his plating. “No. We don't reach in Kup's subspace.”
The sparkling whimpered, and withdrew his servo.
Optimus nodded and tucked the sparkling's servo against his chestplates. “Kup's subspace is bad. No touching.”
Reflector tipped his helm to one side. “A bad subspace?”
Kup stiffened and revved his engine in warning. “Just teachin' them good habits early is all.” No way he was lettin' this bot learn about the energy spurs so early. Not when the mech would probably find an excuse to shove more of them in him. When most of the sparklings were loaded up, and Reflector had the rest in his arms, Kup slowly trundled out of the room. They could always come back for the toys later, if they needed to. Wasn't likely that they would be provided with anything, no matter what the bots claimed.
It wasn't a surprise that the purple bot walked very closely beside him, offering the sparklings to Megatron. Hound made a startled sound and folded down, opening himself up. “Frag, Kup. There's no need for you to carry so many. Transfer a couple over. I'm better energized than you are right now.” Kup grumbled a bit, but didn't complain when Hound used a free arm to scoop up some of the sparklings to transfer them over. With the sparklings spread out over the four of them, his load was significantly lighter.
Optimus reached out and made a sparkling chirp, and the Decepticon lord took him from Kup's truckbed. “There's my little sparkling. I missed you already, Optimus.”
It broke Kup's spark to see how much Optimus soaked up the attention. To know that the Decepticon might destroy Optimus simply by deciding he wasn't worth his effort later on. Thankfully, he didn't have to see much more since they had a long drive, and with his exhaustion, he had to focus all his efforts on not hitting any bumps that might injure his precious cargo.
The streets smoothed out soon enough, and Kup marveled at the feel of actual pavement under his tires, smooth, even road that didn't assault his treads or tires in any way. The building they stopped at was enormous, one of the grand hotels that regularly housed guests and dignitaries from other planets. It was adjacent to the Council halls, close enough that it was technically considered part of it, and under normal circumstances, Kup would have been dragged away by the authorities just for setting his dirty peds on the road in front of it.
Inside was even more lavish, and beautiful bots sprawled out in the lounging area right inside-prostibots, permanently hired by the hotel to satisfy the guests. Megatron and Reflector passed them without a second glance, heading into the elevator. Kup's load of sparklings were staring out with wide optics-the ones aware enough to be online, at least. None of them had ever seen such clean, intact surroundings before. There were more Decepticons in Megatron's suite of rooms, which was an entire floor, as far as Kup could tell. He let a strange bot that had jet and tank kibble unload his sparklings onto a berth covered in soft metal mesh, and transformed up, hovering near them. They were all there now, minus Optimus, who was still cuddled up against Megatron's chest.
Title: Hunger, 12
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 654
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
As much as it pained him, he had to agree. “Only the sparklings strong enough for it. Most of 'em can't handle magnetization.” Their armor was too brittle, and it was just as likely to snap clean off of them as it was to hold them in place. But a few sparklings, from modeltypes with naturally thicker armor, still had enough of it intact to be carried by a bot that way. One of the sparklings started to dip a servo into Kup's subspace, instinctively looking for more fuel, and Kup grunted, sending a mild electric zap to the servo from his plating. “No. We don't reach in Kup's subspace.”
The sparkling whimpered, and withdrew his servo.
Optimus nodded and tucked the sparkling's servo against his chestplates. “Kup's subspace is bad. No touching.”
Reflector tipped his helm to one side. “A bad subspace?”
Kup stiffened and revved his engine in warning. “Just teachin' them good habits early is all.” No way he was lettin' this bot learn about the energy spurs so early. Not when the mech would probably find an excuse to shove more of them in him. When most of the sparklings were loaded up, and Reflector had the rest in his arms, Kup slowly trundled out of the room. They could always come back for the toys later, if they needed to. Wasn't likely that they would be provided with anything, no matter what the bots claimed.
It wasn't a surprise that the purple bot walked very closely beside him, offering the sparklings to Megatron. Hound made a startled sound and folded down, opening himself up. “Frag, Kup. There's no need for you to carry so many. Transfer a couple over. I'm better energized than you are right now.” Kup grumbled a bit, but didn't complain when Hound used a free arm to scoop up some of the sparklings to transfer them over. With the sparklings spread out over the four of them, his load was significantly lighter.
Optimus reached out and made a sparkling chirp, and the Decepticon lord took him from Kup's truckbed. “There's my little sparkling. I missed you already, Optimus.”
It broke Kup's spark to see how much Optimus soaked up the attention. To know that the Decepticon might destroy Optimus simply by deciding he wasn't worth his effort later on. Thankfully, he didn't have to see much more since they had a long drive, and with his exhaustion, he had to focus all his efforts on not hitting any bumps that might injure his precious cargo.
The streets smoothed out soon enough, and Kup marveled at the feel of actual pavement under his tires, smooth, even road that didn't assault his treads or tires in any way. The building they stopped at was enormous, one of the grand hotels that regularly housed guests and dignitaries from other planets. It was adjacent to the Council halls, close enough that it was technically considered part of it, and under normal circumstances, Kup would have been dragged away by the authorities just for setting his dirty peds on the road in front of it.
Inside was even more lavish, and beautiful bots sprawled out in the lounging area right inside-prostibots, permanently hired by the hotel to satisfy the guests. Megatron and Reflector passed them without a second glance, heading into the elevator. Kup's load of sparklings were staring out with wide optics-the ones aware enough to be online, at least. None of them had ever seen such clean, intact surroundings before. There were more Decepticons in Megatron's suite of rooms, which was an entire floor, as far as Kup could tell. He let a strange bot that had jet and tank kibble unload his sparklings onto a berth covered in soft metal mesh, and transformed up, hovering near them. They were all there now, minus Optimus, who was still cuddled up against Megatron's chest.