Chapter Five

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Title: Someone Loves Sari

Rating: Porn in later chapters

Thank you, Lessu for editing this o3o

Summary: Sari keeps getting gifts, but she has no clue who they’re from.



She's curled up on Optimus's lap as they wait for Ultra to show up. She's currently reading that datapad that Megatron gave her, and it is far better than the previous datapads she got. If she follows this, she may actually get a consort. She isn't exactly sure who she'd choose, but she's glad mama Allspark isn't pressuring her into it any more than basically pointing out humans and telling her that surely that one is pretty.

It is kind of amusing to see it draw her attention to several clearly married women with children, claiming happily how she can carry Sari's sparklings.

Sari has to send back a brief explanation about how humans interface, and the Allspark sends back waves of shock and horror. It then starts to select pretty men and shows her how it would alter them so they could have a sparkchamber to carry for her.

Sari wants to laugh at how stubborn it is being. It's pretty ridiculous that it is so determined to have her create children so soon. She's nowhere near old enough to want any.

Optimus shifts nervously under her, and she doesn't even look up. "He'll show up soon, Optimus. Don't worry about it."

His engine makes nervous starts and stops, "What if he changed his mind? He doesn't want to ruin his reputation by bonding with me."

She pulls out her pocket monsters game, since she knows reading the datapad isn't going to help her now. "Uh huh. Because it totally is terrible for the Magnus to want to bond with the guy who went toe to toe against Megatron and came out on top. I'm not lying at all, promise."

He frowns at her. "You may find this amusing, but I do not, Sari. This is important. Bonding is . . it's an enormous act. It's not like a marriage for humans. Humans are so short lived, and many of them bond for only a few stellar cycles at a time. We rarely ever separate after a bonding ceremony is performed. It is a commitment of millions of stellar cycles."

Sari waves a servo at him. "Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah. You love him and he loves you and he's going to come with a teensy little brush to paint you."

Optimus looks down at his servo, blushing brightly, "I wish I could have gotten one for him, but they just don't make them the right way here."

Allspark tells her there is a very special way of making the brush and paint so it doesn't ever come off and bonds instantly, and she could make him one, but it would take her longer than it would for Ultra to get over here.

So it is lucky that she did it when Megatron reminded her that Optimus was getting bonded.

She hums quietly, "Well, I wasn't going to show you just yet, but I guess I can now." She reaches into her subspace, "I only did this because I love you, though. If it was just a random bot on the street, they'd never get anything near so fancy."

Optimus gasps at the brush she reveals to him, his optics getting wet. "Sari," he reaches out with a trembling servo.

The brush is a very pretty thing, even though Sari doesn't appreciate it as much as a full bot would. It's long and slim, and it has delicate coils of gold wire around it, shaping out ancient bonding phrases in the curled metal all along its length. It's pressure-activated, and it already has the paint inside the brush handle, to soak the bristles when they press up against armor. There's no dipping for this kind of brush. Just the intimate act of painting the bonding rings on a bot's finger.

"I... Sari, I co-"

She puts it in his servo, moving his fingers to curve around it safely, "You can. It is your's, and is a gift from the Allspark High Priestess. You can't get rid of it now, you have to use it. I know you love that old bot, and he loves you. You're going to be very happy with him. Even if you have to separate again a decacycle later, you can return to Cybertron to be with him later on."

He puts it carefully in his subspace before yanking her into a gentle hug, careful of her unarmored state, "Thank you, Sari."

"It's no problem," she reassures him, kissing his cheek. There's a familiar rush of engines in the sky, "That's their ship. He'll be here in less than a breem. Faster than that, I bet. He's probably eager to come and ask you to accept his paint."

She wonders what color he's chosen for Optimus's blue servos. Spark-blue is traditional, but won't stand out very well on the dark blue servos. She's filled Optimus's brush with a deep red. Something visible and obvious. No bot will ever be able to miss that mark on Ultra's white servo.

When she's let go, she settles in to the pocket monsters game, ignoring Optimus's fidgeting. When there's the sound of rumbling, she slips off his lap, and keeps playing. This is really going to be a private moment, and she's not going to bother trying to get into it. There's a call of, "Optimus!" and a response of, "Ultra!"

She looks around for a moment, and edges close to the pair of femmes that came with Ultra, Red Alert and Arcee. Looking up at them, she's kind of amazed that Ratchet did manage to get a femme medic. "So you're the one that's going to do my spark exam, eh?"

"Yep. I understand you haven't had one yet?" Red Alert prods at her sparkplates lightly, inspecting them. "We'll get it out of the way as soon as we've both got a spare moment, alright?"

Sari glances down, glad she'd armored up for that, or Red Alert would have just groped something equally inappropriate. "Bots don't really understand about personal space or social mores do they?"

Red Alert tips her head to one side. "I'm not Glyph. You want someone who adores your little cultures, go to her."

She doesn't have the slightest clue who that is, and just turns to Arcee. "And you're here now! I'm glad. Do you want your present?"

The pink femme smiles, "I'd like that, Sari." The femme kneels down as Sari looks through her subspace, pulling out a small little package. "I have a toy for you. It is based off o-"

Arcee smiles at her, "You said it was one of your subspace creatures, right? The Ratchet one."

"Yeah."

Arcee carefully opens the package, squealing with delight at the adorable fluffy Ratchet-mon toy inside. "Oh, it's perfect!" she hugs it tightly. "So very cute." Her claws poke at his grumpy little face. "I love his expression." The little broken forehead crest gets a gentle rub, "And this too. I really like this part."

Ratchet is watching it all with a deep flush on his cheeks.

She cuddles it even more, "I'll treasure it."

She nods, giving Ratchet a smug look, "I thought you'd like it." She looks back at Red Alert, "If I had any clue you were coming, I'd have got you something, too." Red Alert looks amused, and she continues before the medic can talk, "But now I need to go harass Blurr over there. He needs a very special toy." She holds up a finger, "If you say what I know you're thinking, you're getting cursed so hard."

Red Alert pouts, "Take all the fun out of my life, why don't you."

Sari paces over to the racecarbot who is staring longingly at Bulkhead and Bumblebee. It had taken her quite a long time to figure out that the speedy bot was fragging his spark to thoughts of Bulkhead rather than the little yellow minibot. "Hey Blurr. I got you a present."

The bot stares down at her with wide optics, "Really,-you-got-a-gift-for-me-even-though-you-barely-know-me-at-all?-That's-very-kind-of-you-Sari,-I-wouldn't-have-expected-such-a-thing-from-someone-I've-known-for-such-a-relatively-short-time-period."

She nods easily, "I just saw it, and knew you'd love it." She pulls out another toy, and presses it into his servos, "That's Bulmutanku. It's based off a certain bot that I'm sure you regonize."

Blurr's optics dart from the toy to Bulkhead, and his faceplates flush a bit. He whispers softly, "H-how did-you... Ho-"

She pats him on the side, "I am just that good. Also, Allspark High Priestess. You should go actually, you know, talk to him. One of the very easiest things to do."

He flushes darker and stares at his peds, "But-bots-have-such-a-hard-time-keeping-track-of-what-I'm-saying-because-I-say-it-so-fast,-and-I-can't-say-it-any-slower.-If-I-got-to-talking-to-him,-he-wouldn't-understand-most-of-what-I-was-saying-and-then-he'd-get-bored-listening-to-me-and-then-he'd-wander-off-and-I-would-be-left-without-anything."

Sari pats him again. "Maybe if you took some high-grade before you went and talked to him the first time, you'd get over that case of nerves you've got."

The mech shuffles his peds, "I-just... It-wouldn't-be... I-co-"

She smiles, "You can. Do you need me to remind you that I managed to convince Optimus and Ultra to act on their want to bond?"

Blurr gives her a shy smile, "Should-I-go-now,-or..."

She pushes him to Bulkhead, "Go."

The racecar makes it over to the larger bot, and immediately begins speaking to him at high speed. Blulkhead stares blankly for a klik, and Bumblebee's optics widen, glancing at Blurr and then over at Sari and then back again. The minibot seems to actually radiate relief that Blurr isn't interested in him, and Sari's optics narrow.

Eyes. Her eyes narrow.

Why was Bumblebee so pleased that Blurr was interested in another bot? Was he interested in someone too?

There's a whisper in her head about Bee liking wings, but she's not exactly sure what the Allspark means like that. Maybe he's after one of the Decepticons or something.

Wait, what? Why did she think Decepticons?

She hits her head, trying to clear it of the Allspark's influence, but it doesn't really work. Sighing softly, she'll just let it go. Possibly ask him when they aren't surrounded by all the bots that would freak out horribly if Bee really does like ... Blitzwing or something. She doesn't know. There are a lot of bots with wings, and Blitzwing even has wing in his name.

Primus forbid he's having an affair with a seeker, because the Allspark keeps cooing at her about how fertile the clones are with little fragments of itself in them, and how it could easily take control of one of them if it needed to. She's pretty sure they wouldn't appreciate being taken over by the Allspark, even if it was only for a megacycle or so.

Seekers are pretty feisty and easy to anger, after all. They'd probably go on a rampage.

She's glad that the Allspark does tell her very general things about bots wanting to get together. Even more about the seekers, really. If not for that, the jet twins would be here and they'd have Slipstream trying to yank them off to the moon. The Allspark was harassing her about how one of the clones was wanting a bot, but then calmed down awhile ago. She has no clue what that was even about, but it happens a lot and she mainly ignores it by now.

Rubbing her op-eyes, she moves back to the femmes, and gently pushes Arcee in the direction of Ratchet. "You should go talk to him or something. I'm sure he'd like that."

The pink femme smiles widely. "I bet he would. Would you mind offering me a quick blessing? Just for luck, you know?"

The Allspark shows her all the blessings she could give, most of which end in sparklings. She's pretty clear that Ratchet's grumble of 'sparklings don't belong in a fragging war,' means that he's not interested in having any at the moment, so she touches Arcee with one glowing servo. Energy leaps from her, and instead of feeling drained, she feels energized and enthusiastic.

Giving blessings for good luck apparently feels awesome.

She feels tempted to go do that to everyone, but she's interrupted by Red Alert putting a servo on her shoulder. "Should we do that spark exam, then? They," a servo is waves at Optimus and Ultra nuzzling and whispering to each other, "aren't going to be doing anything for awhile, and the painting is normally private anyway. Unless they wanted a blessing or something."

Allspark chatters softly in her processor about how she's already blessed them with the bonding brush, and she needs to make sure her spark is just fine. Maybe she can convince Red Alert to lay on the berth with her and play with the medic's spark over and over.

She smacks the side of her head a little bit, mumbling irritably, "Shut up, mama Allspark, or I will never touch a bot again."

A servo touches her lightly, and Red Alert gives her a concerned look. "You are hearing the Allspark's voice in your head? We need to do this exam soon. Possibly run some full scans on you."

Sari follows the medicbot out of the room and into the medical bay, where she locks the door and even puts a little sign out. Stay away from here for now, Ratchet, unless someone is about to DIE. "I'm just fine. I'm the Priestess, as you saw, and since we're so close to the Allspark, it likes to talk to me."

Red Alert shakes her head, "You're still going to need scans and the spark exam. I've never heard of a High Priestess doing that, and I even read up on it when I was asked to come."

Sari looks down sheepishly, then climbs on to the medical berth, "Yeah, the datapads I got from the Autobot things weren't really all that complete. Lockdown and Megatron had information that really filled a lot of things out."

The medic gives her a shocked look, "M-Megatron?"

She nods, pulling out the datapad she was handed, "Yeah! This has been incredibly helpful, and the Allspark is backing up most of the information. The parts that it doesn't back up are actually parts that the Autobots also have down with it. From what I can tell that's just the bots thinking it was right, but really being wrong."

For instance, the parts that insist that a Priestess is better off with multiple consorts is completely wrong. A Priestess is better off with multiple consorts if she doesn't know any of them very well. If there's a bot her spark genuinely adores, then she will be perfectly safe and stable with them, especially if that bot is a larger model who can handle more energy being shunted his way.

However, the Allspark does whisper that it would be a shame to only have one consort when two or three would make life much more entertaining, and provide more support for raising her sparklings.

She doesn't know if she wants that or not. She'll think about it.

Red Alert gives her a nervous look, "Well, you still need that spark exam, and I want several full scans done."

She nods, armoring up as she lays down. "Is there anything specific you need me to do, or do I just need my plates open and you do the rest?"

The medic taps her plates, "Just open up, and I'll tell you if we need to do anything special." When she does, the datapad is plugged in, "I was informed that you have a high spark heat for such a small bot and that you emit some sort of energy that makes you seem especially attractive. Is this true?"

"Do I seem more attractive to you than normal?" she replies, striking a sultry pose, which is actually kinda hard to do. At least some of it's the same for bots and humans-trying to draw attention to her chest and her hips.

Red Alert's engine revs, and the medic femme taps her helmet sharply, "Stop that. I do not appreciate being distracted during an exam, and I would like to keep this professional. No matter how much my systems may be trying to convince me that I should perform your spark stimulation with my glossa, rather than my servo."

She returns to her relaxed pose, "Well, I am getting better at controlling it, but the Allspark says it will never go away. It will be cut down to less than a fourth of what it is currently when I find a consort I love, but I can amp it up at will if I want to."

Red Alert looks slightly uncomfortable, "Can you put it down lower than it is right now?"

She shakes her head, "I already cut it as low as I can, and I have to avoid going through areas with too many humans. I don't want them to be swooning after me if I stay in a place too long. The only one not affected is my dad."

And a few people that the Allspark has informed her are completely asexual. So basically, pretty few people that she can be around without them wanting to jump her bones.

It makes going out to buy clothes and stuff a nightmare, especially now that the humans seem to be coming to terms with her powers and they're all agreeing that she's a very eligible bachelorette and highly desirable.

She's got wealth, class, and she's pretty. The amount of junk mail that her secretary drones have had to sort through has increased tenfold.

She still gets the gifts from the mystery gifter every day. It is something she always looks forward to in the sea of random marriage proposals and other things she's sent. She does not appreciate all the various naked pictures of guys that think they are crazy hot and make her want to gouge out her optics.

Body builders with no necks and gigantic muscles that look like someone took a computer model and pulled all the sliders to the right makes her feel more than a little sick.

The little thoughtful gift she gets from the person makes wading through all of that more worthwhile.

It's starting to seem more likely that her suitor is a bot of some sort, and she's really hoping he's not a Decepticon. With her luck, it'll be Starscream and she'll be saddled with a crazy screechy seeker who demands interfacing every megacycle or so to sate his crazy seeker lust. Sure, sure, some people claimed seekers were just like every other bot, but Sari knew the truth. They were crazy 'facing fiends.

Red Alert absently starts to rub her stomach, sitting on the berth next to her as she looks through the scanning datapad. Femme claws start to play with her seams, "You are running hot for your size, and you seem to have all sorts of odd firewalls. Did Ratchet install these?"

She shifts under the servo, not sure if she wants to continue the touches or not, "N-no. He said that I came with them, and they didn't really seem to be hindering anything, so he left them. He thought the Allspark may have done it to keep me safe."

"I see," those wicked claws shift to the edge of her sparkchamber and begin to tickle her wires. "Your tactile sensors seem fully functional." She plucks at a wire bundle and Sari groans at how good it feels to have another bot do this. It didn't feel nearly as good when she did it herself. "Let's see if your spark is reacting normally."

Sari can't help the way she arches up at the very first touch of claws on her spark. It feels so slagging good, and Red Alert moans in response. "Oh, slag," Sari groans, shoving up hard.

Red Alert starts working her spark in a way she's pretty sure isn't professional-not judging by the way Red Alert keeps leaning in closer, her optics growing dim. "Your . . your spark makes my servo tingle. It's very . . very strange."

There's a faint chime in her head in warning, and she shifts under the servo, optics flickering in pleasure. "I-is that bad?" She mewls happily as a surge of charge runs over her, pretty femme claws teasing at her wires before returning to masaging her spark.

"I don't think so, little bot." The datapad is set to the side, and Red Alert uses her free servo to play with her headfins. "How sensitive are these?"

"Not very-" her words trail off for another moan, because they apparently are sensitive when another bot touches them that way, pinching the tips between sharp, agile claws.

Red Alert's optics dim even more, and there's suddenly a glossa on her spark. Sari cries out at the electric crackle of her own spark and clutches at the other femme's head, holding her close, "Thi-this doesn't s-seem very professional, Red," she moans, panting between words.

The medic licks and sucks her spark, murmuring between each with, "You're just too tempting to resist. I'll still get the information like this."

If she's this tempting, she's glad she insisted on not having Ratchet do this. Not wanting to think about Ratchet while this is happening, she focuses on Red Alert, and the medic is staring at her right in the optics. "D-doesn't it sk-skew the results?" She mewls and writhes happily as her headfins are teased and played with along with her transformation seams.

Red Alert hums against her spark, "I can always run it again. Maybe you can use my spark as we do that."

As horribly, horribly tempting that is, the Allspark is flashing at her about how terrible an idea that is unless she wants to have Red Alert as a consort. And she really doesn't want a consort right now, much less one that she barely knows. She doesn't want a harem of bots she barely knows.

"I . . I'm gonna have to turn to offer down," she says sadly, and Red Alert licks harder, before sucking on her spark in a way that has Sari shaking on the berth, overloading helplessly on the sensations she's never felt that way before.

Red Alert continues to lick her through her overload, dragging it out as long as possible. When she finally stops, Sari is a trembling, wrecked mess of a bot on the medical berth, twitching as little aftershocks of charge race through her systems. "Well, I'm not certain that was entirely orthodox spark exam treatment, but it will do for our necessary scans."

She blinks up at Red Alert, "Not gonna mess up the scans?"

The medic pets her frame, optics dim, "No. We mainly say that so that bots don't keep hitting on us." Claws are gentle on her armor as the medic looks through the results, "You're healthy. I see a few things that are out of place, but all the information I went through on medical texts with High Priestesses tells me that should be there. You're fine. Unless, of course," the claws drag along her seams, playing with them skillfully, "you want me to do more?"

She shakes her head, "N-no. Well, I'd like to, but I think this reaction is mainly from the energy I put out."

"You're a cute femme. Why wouldn't I want to interface you?" Red Alert kisses her gently. "But I understand if you're not up for more. Maybe another time?" She takes one of Sari's servos and presses it to her sparkplates. "You've got me running very hot right now."

The metal is burning under her servo, and she can't help but rub gently, a little bit of charge flowing from her palm to make that spark burn even brighter for her. Red Alert gasps and grinds against the servo eagerly, wanting more of that strange energy. She pulls away a little bit, slightly hesitant, "I'm going to do something, hold on, okay?"

At Red's nod, she offlines her optics, and searches for the way to pull the energy down to the absolute minimum. When she onlines her optics, the medic is blinking at her in confusion. "What... what is that?"

She rubs her optics, "I think when you were playing with my spark, you made me up m-'

Red Alert puts a claw to her lips, silencing her, "No, I'm asking what was the pulling away? You need to overload me, little bot. You don't leave a femme wanting."

"I'll overload you with my servo if you want. I don't want to risk anything else. I'm not sure I'd be able to stop from putting a consort mark on you, and it's a bad idea to have a femme as a first consort." Some of the older Priestesses happily had femmes as minor consorts, when they were in equal relationships, but a first consort femme was never a good idea under any circumstances.

Red Alert lays down, "Acceptable. I have mechs, and getting bonded isn't on my list of things to do."

She really wishes she understood more about bot culture. It kinda weirds her out that they're so casual about 'facing. It is like they don't seem to understand how many risks there are or how you could get hurt. It just a pleasurable thing for them, and she isn't sure if she'll get used to it.

She climbs up so she's laying on Red's frame, carefully perched so she has her servo on the sparkplates. "You're gonna have to open up, or I'm just going to drop you full of energy."

"Do the energy thing," Red Alert demands. "I want to see what it's like."

Focusing on her servos, Sari pulls as much energy as she can down into them, and then shoves it all into Red Alert's frame. The femme arches under her, optics going white with charge and she cries out. Sari can tell the femme is overloading from the way she's writhing on the berth, and the intense crackling sounds inside her sparkchamber.

It feels really good to use her energy this way too.

Even better than offering a blessing.