Feminine Troubles 3 - Surveillance
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Soundwave was attempting to problem solve. Unfortunately, his symbiotes were being even more hyper than usual. Rumble and Frenzy could talk of nothing but the beautiful new femmes. Never mind that they were still Autobots, and still the enemy. Never mind that they would be far more likely to attempt to blast or squish the glitchy little fraggers than ‘face them.
He thoughtfully ran a tentacle across the edge of his mask.
Buzzsaw, Lazerbeak and Ravage had brought back a considerable amount of film. Soundwave was perfectly aware that a large portion of the crew had been bribing his spies for copies of some of the better footage. Apparently some of them had begun collections.
Soundwave’s was the best, of course. He would, given the right incentive, see to it that any interested Decepticon could acquire footage of a particular Cybertonian female. He had not seen Megatron or Starscream since he had presented them with recordings of Prime and Skyfire scrubbing mud off of each other several hours ago. Presumably both of the Decepticon commanders were off having “quality time” by themselves. Or together. Soundwave really preferred to avoid sure knowledge of what his superiors did together when off duty. The mere thought made him want to scrub his CPU with industrial grade solvent.
The lack of screeching or bellowing made it peaceful on base, or rather it had been until Rumble and Frenzy had returned. It was a pleasant change, and he had been quite enjoying the lack of Seeker related noise. Oh well, having any of the symbiotes around pretty much guaranteed that “quiet and peaceful” was not going to be a lasting state of affairs. Especially if the symbiotes in question were the twins.
Speaking of affairs; now he just had to find a way to get his creations out of his quarters so he could spend some time with his new favorite home movie. Ravage, his wonderful, obedient, creative, talented spy, had managed to film Jazz and Prowl.
The two lovely Autobot officers weren’t doing anything overtly intimate, just joint maintenance on each other. It was the gentle touches and soft conversation between the couple that made it special. They were tender and kind with one another despite the jokes and teasing between them. The normally stoic and formal Prowl relaxed in the presence of her partner, and effervescent Jazz was far calmer than usual. Soundwave was enthralled. At first he had been disappointed when their activities on film hadn’t included interfacing, but there was something terribly poignant about such innocent closeness.
He was achingly envious.
It had been literal ages since he had engaged in any real intimacy with another. His symbiotes did his maintenance, and of course he occasionally interfaced with Decepticon mechs, but those rough and superficial encounters were nothing like what the Autobot femmes enjoyed. Before, his jealousy might have made him angry. Now it was more like what he felt when hearing a really good concert; it was something to be appreciated for purely aesthetic reasons. Well, perhaps “purely” wasn’t precisely the correct term here.
Unfortunately, it was also something best savored from a distance. After all, Megatron would never allow fraternization with Autobots. Even if Soundwave somehow managed to get his servos (or tentacles) on one or more of the femmes, it would just be combat. He had never been interested in interfacing with the unwilling, which was more than he could say for some of his comrades. No Autobot would touch him like Prowl and Jazz touched each other.
The problem was that all living femmes were now part of the opposing faction. All interactions with them would not be mech-femme, but Decepticon-Autobot. Soundwave needed to find a way around that. Capturing an Autobot wouldn’t work. Even if he had Jazz wrapped in his tentacles, it wouldn’t be what he wanted. Well, not unless Prime’s third agreed to it, anyway.
Much as Soundwave would have liked to have Jazz wrapped in his tentacles, he wanted such activates to involve a good time being had by all. After watching the video of the femme with her partner, he would also be more than amenable to it consisting of a threesome. What he didn’t want was hatred and disgust from either of them.
Mind control would be even more unsatisfying. He craved the emotional intimacy as much as the physical. If he had wanted a drone, he could probably build one himself. As a telepath, he would always be able to perceive the trapped mind struggling against his control. It was the diametric opposite of the peace and joy he could view on his footage.
Soundwave might be a telepathic mech with tentacles, but for all that, he liked his emotional relationships to be fairly vanilla.
Perhaps planting some ideas in Megatron’s audios concerning alternatives to “destroy the Autobots and steal Earth’s resources” would be wise. If nothing else, suggesting to his leader that the command staff should consider capturing some of their enemies and trying to *ahem* seduce them to the Decepticons’ way of thinking might get some cogs rolling in Megatron’t processor. It could also contribute to situations involving Soundwave being in the same space as Jazz (and perhaps Prowl) without laser fire being involved.
Fortunately he wasn’t going to have to deal with Starscream’s rivalry this once. The jet had his servos (among other things) full at the moment. According to Laserbeak and Buzzsaw, the supposedly mild mannered shuttle Skyfire was in fact a cyberpanther in the berth, and more than capable of keeping the Air Commander occupied for quite some time. The film record of the two’s most recent tryst was currently in the possession of the Conehead Trine, who now owed Soundwave a large favor at a future date to be determined.
For once, Soundwave was grateful that fliers had such high libidos. It kept them occupied while the grown-up mechs plotted.
*****
Ratchet glared down at the pile of search and rescue equipment, wings, and other assorted limbs. Sure, she had encouraged the two young gestalts to spend some time getting to know the changes in their systems, and sure she had been including their interfacing equipment when she said it, but she hadn’t meant that they should all get together and have a cycle-long all-femme orgy. Having all the members of the Aerialbots and the Protectobots exhausted at the same time was terrible for security.
After all, the Decepticons might be distracted by the Autobots’ new forms, but not nearly as much as the youngest of said Autobots. At least the Dinobots hadn’t joined in. She would have had to spend the next week banging dents out of the smaller femmes, and frankly, she had enough to do.
At least Wheeljack wouldn’t be blowing herself up for a little while. Ratchet had suggested to the inventor that she utilize her gifts to create some of the lovely items that the humans called “vibrators”. Such devices were vanishingly unlikely to explode. Plus it would be good for morale.
Prime should definitely get one of the first ones. It wasn’t good for anybot to be that repressed. Especially a Prime. If their leader didn’t show some sign of having had a good overload soon, Ratchet would haul her in for an intervention and take care of it herself. Which wouldn’t exactly be a chore, but had the potential to be somewhat awkward.
“All right, you lot!” She bellowed in her best ‘I Am CMO, Obey Me’ voice. “You had your fun, and none of you are technically late for your shifts yet, but all of you are going to need to re-fuel and clean up in the next Earth hour or so, or I’ll make each of you explain to Prowl AND Optimus why you weren’t fit for duty on time!”
A large number of ridiculously cute squeaks of dismay and groans as overstrained limbs were detangled, and there were recognizable bots again, instead of an indistinguishable pile of femme limbs and alt-mode kibble. Ratchet herded the younger bots to the washracks, surreptitiously checking for any damage the silly things had done to themselves in their enthusiasm. She ordered Fireflight and Blades to the medbay to get a couple of joints re-aligned, and called it good.
Author’s note: In case any of you are now going “Tentacles? WTF!?” Just a reminder that I am using a mix of different continuities here. As this bunny came from the TF Kink Meme, I figured I’d fill a couple of the other prompts as I went along.
So…Soundwave looks a lot like his War for Cybertron incarnation, and turns into a satellite. After all, tape decks are both little, and obsolete. Besides, in my head this story is taking place nowish, not in the eighties. The symbiotes being referred to as cassettes is, er, a bad translation from the original Cybertronian. Insert MST3K mantra if necessary.
Other stuff from different versions that has cropped up since I’ve been writing is the concept of sparks, Primus, the Allspark, and the Prime/Lord High Protector dynamic. Although Megatron has the G1/comic origin as a miner turned gladiator in this. I have also made the executive decision that Sam and Spike Witwicky are brothers. They won’t be in this story much though, because it’s really not about the squishies. They might show up as comic relief at some point.
There is also a whole lot o’fanon, because it’s Transformers, and that’s one of the main things that makes this fandom so entertaining.
(And just as an aside, why is “symbiote” not in my spellchecker? It’s not THAT unusual a word…)