Wing Shift

CHAPTER TWO

Autobots and Confusion


(The Ark, autobot headquarters)

Optimus and Wheeljack were playing electronic chess on Teletran One when Prowl rolled through. "Optimus, I've picked up some disturbing transmissions."

Prime turned off the game immediately. "Something to do with the decepticons?"

Prowl changed to robot mode. "Yes, but its more than that. You aren't going to like this. It involves Skyfire."

Wheeljack adjusted his seat. "Is he alright? I've been worried since he took off a week ago."

Prowl wasn't sure how to answer that. "I'd rather not speculate, but I think there should be a general meeting. You might want to call everyone in."

"It's that serious?" Optimus was worried. "I know we had a disagreement about some things, but I'd hoped to talk to him before too much distance made things difficult."

Prowl didn't appear optimistic. "It may be too late already."

"Why?"

"According to the transmissions he was in the company of decepticons. And not as a captive."

Optimus and Wheeljack gawked in shock.

****

"So what's the show?" Sunstreaker shrugged to his twin as everyone took a seat.

"Don't know, bro." Sideswipe looked around at the gathering autobots. "It must be big, everyone got called in."

"I was looking at a perfectly good movie." Ironhide complained. "And just got to the good part, too."

Ratchet laughed. "Quit griping. I copied it to disk so you won't miss a thing!"

Prowl stood alongside Optimus in front of the assembly. "Okay, everybody. Quiet! We've got a major announcement here."

The group quieted. Optimus stood forward and began.

"Autobots, some disturbing news has been discovered about Skyfire. We've intercepted scrambled transmissions that Prowl had decoded. It seems as though he was seen in the company of decepticons recently."

The room exploded into noise, as everyone voiced their opinions.

"I don't believe it." Ironhide said in his trademark drawl. "He couldn't...would he?"

Sideswipe leaped to his feet. "I knew he'd turn. Gone straight back to his deceptibuddies!"

"But where's the proof?" Jazz wanted to know. "He might be under the influence or something!"

"It's a bunch of bull." Brawn folded his arms stubbornly. "No way!"

"Yeah, I'm not buying it either." Windcharger shook his head. "Makes no sense."

Powerglide shrugged helplessly. "He seemed okay, but what did we ever know about him. Really?"

"Maybe Starscream's behind this?" Blaster wondered. "I mean-"

"I was never around him that much." Cosmos commented. "Seemed a little arrogant to me."

"There could be a medical reason. The ice might have damaged his brain?" Ratchet speculated.

"Grimlock say everyone stupid. Skyfire good guy, only one bigger than dinobots."

Sideswipe yelled at him. "So? What's his size got to do with anything, you dumb dino."

"Bro, I kinda liked the dude." Sunstreaker shrugged. "Something don't add up. Why would he turn now?"

"He sure saved my neck more than once." Bumblebee agreed.

"Appearances are often skin deep." Tracks stated. "Still, we need to know more."

"I certainly know what it's like to be misjudged and accused." Mirage was sullen.

"Maybe he was lonely. I don't think he ever fit in here." Beachcomber sighed. "Bots do desperate things."

"Well I agree with Sideswipe!" Smokescreen bellowed. "He's been acting screwy since that fight with Optimus."

"What fight? Nobody tell Swoop about fight."

"So everyone that argues with Optimus becomes a traitor?" Hound shouted back. "Get your logic circuits checked!"

"Sludge not know what Sludge believe."

"Please, PLEASE!" Optimus shouted, holding out his hands. "Everyone settle down. Prowl has more information."

When everyone finally quieted, Prowl continued. "Apparently Skyfire went to Burdoki 5 for unknown reasons. He spent time with a female decepticon at a club. After that he got into a huge fight with several patrons. Astrotrain and Blitzwing showed up and helped out."

The disgruntled autobots murmured in response.

"Helped OUT?" Ironhide couldn't believe.

Prowl continued. "The three of them were there with an unidentified mincon. They got drunk and then left. This all occurred a day ago."

The room was silent as everyone mulled that over.

"This gets weirder by the minute." Jazz finally commented.

"Uhh. Grimlock no like the sound of that."

"And why would Skyfire be in a dive like that?" Blaster wondered. "The worst scum in the galaxy hang out there!"

Optimus picked up the conversation. "As you can see, autobots, we have a serious problem. We need to contact Skyfire, find out what's going on in his head. And if the worst has happened, if he's defected...then we need to make changes in codes and security. And officially strike him from the autobot ranks."

Hound stood up. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves, Prime? Sure, that report sounds bad...but there could be something going on we don't know about."

Prime considered. "It's possible he's being forced...I'd like to think so. But the brawling and association with unknown decepticons concerns me. Most condemming is the fact that no one made him go there in the first place."

"The information does seem bizarre." Tracks admitted. "I say we get in touch with Skyfire before any decision is made."

"Like, how?" Wheeljack wondered. "This is crazy...it's not like we can flag him down!"

Inferno crossed his thick arms. "We can use a signal coded with his name and pyrotechnics. Should work. At least get his attention."

"An interesting idea, Inferno." Optimus agreed.

"If you ask me, Skyfire bein' a headcase is about heat. And I'm the expert on all kinds of fire."

"What are you talking about?"

"This ain't about being autobot or decepticon, if ya ask me. It's about spark. And he's all messed up."

****

Skyfire sprawled across a huge bed in a tangle of limbs. He was sore, stiff and achy. Muscle cables protested at the slightest motion. And his ports were killing him. Especially the one in the back...

The scent of copulation fluid and body oil hit his nose like a wave. Still not completely online, he wondered at the loss of speech to say anything. Was his vocalizer strained?

His sensitve wings were nearly in pain from overstimulation. He managed to fold them carefully without causing any undue pressure. His mouth had a most...interesting and familiar taste inside. And something very, very firm.

"Nnth...oh yeah, Sky...do that thing...with your mouth again." a moan.

Brilliant blue optics snapped open in silence. Skyfire discovered the reason for his lack of speech...a pleasure unit filled his mouth. It was thick, flexilble, and...

"Ghlph!"

A snicker. "That tickles, Sky."

Skyfire pulled the protrusion from his mouth and edged to an elbow. "Mm...ah, good morning." he licked copulation fluid from his lips.

Astrotrain looked up at him dazedly. "Good morning yourself. How's your mainframe doing?"

Skyfire rubbed his optics. "I can barely move and my brain box crackles with static."

"aah" Blitzwing shifted next to him from the other side. His visor flickered on. "I knew our association would prove delightful."an arm draped heavily over Skyfire's hip joint. He trailed a finger along the jet's thigh and licked it.

"I like remembering how you taste."

Skyfire shivered briefly at the sweet sensations, his body remembering from the night before. And then he noticed someone was missing.

"Where's...Breaker?"

"Oh, he was all over." Astrotrain smirked, propped against metallo pillows. "And all in."

"Say what?" Skyfire strained to focus after the previous night's activities. His body continued to ache with pleasure.

Blitzwing stretched against the big jet heavily. "Astrotrain, you got any flashstick? I've got one helluva buzz."

"Yeah, sure." Astrotrain pulled a flashstick from his side panel. A flick of his thumb sparked against it, making a light. "Here."

"Thanks" Blitzwing reached across Skyfire and puffed. Skyfire blearily wondered where Breaker had gotten to.

"Don't worry, you'll know in a minute." Astrotrain stroked his cockpit with both hands, trailing sensation in the touch.

Skyfire shivered. "S'good, Astrotrain, but take it easy...I've got...a lot of sensors there."

"Heh, I know. Primus, you're hung." Red optics glanced down. Their pleasure units tangled between them.

"You're not too shabby yourself." Skyfire replied with a nasty grin. "Now is someone going to tell me where Breaker is?"

"Patience." Blitzwing purred from behind him. He was still enjoying his smoke.

Suddenly they all heard muted beeps. Skyfire was about to angle back to look before a most delicious sensation filled certain circuits. Sweet pulses of energy shocked his system down through his ports. And his pleasure unit swelled...he pulled himself and cried out as powerful turbines blew gales of hot air.

Astrotrain and Blitzwing were all too willing to help. Blitzwing stroked Skyfire's wings furiously, driving him over the edge while Astrotrain fisted Skyfire over his pleasure unit. He didn't last long. The huge jet let out a yell, his wings flapping wildly as walls were scorched from turbo force.

Interface lines released and connected ports, fusing all three in a union of frenzied sensation. Thrusters and engines alike came to total overload as sensory systems maxed out...

Explosion. Reboot.

With a gigantic hollow thud they all collapsed on the floor, optics flickering and going dark.

****

Skyfire wondered if he'd died and been possessed by Unicron. Based on the way he felt a matrix must have shredded his central processors. At first he thought his optics had blown until he realized Blitzwing's arm was blocking his vision. They were a complete mess, sticky with fluids and tangled in metallo mesh bedsheets.

Astrotrain tried to gather his scattered thoughts. He was face down over Skyfire. "Ah...frag it..." his abused sensors quit and shut down. Head smoking, he immediately went offline.

The white jet goaned in exhaustion, stroking Astrotrain's decepticon symbols. He angled his face to Blitzwing. "Mind...telling...me...what kind of...interface was THAT?!"

"This." a snickering Blitzwing held up a gooey, large vibrator in the palm of his hand.

"Still...don't...get...it..." Skyfire stared, his optics unfocused.

"Hk...yes...you...did...then we all got it." the triple changer fell unconscous, grinning like a fool.

"What?"

Clicking sounds. The "vibrator" transformed into Breaker. The sticky, dripping minicon was quite proud of himself. "Big Sky, very good. Pop your cog, rock your world!"

Blue optics went round as plates.

Breaker hopped from Blitzwing's hand and clambered over Skyfire. His pleasure unit stuck out stiffly, pointed straight at the jet's face.

"Lots of nice places to hide, tickle. Warm!"

Skfyfire groaned. "Your alt mode...is a vibrator?"

Crazed beeping. "Yes, much! Breaker blow Sky."

Skyfire's expression was priceless. With a shudder and heave, he passed out over Blitzwing.

Breaker snuggled between warm bodies. "Love cluster fuck."

to be cont.