Scourge's Primary Objective

Scourge's offspring grew rapidly in a relatively short period of time. When they were a few months old, Scourge began bringing them food from some of his kills. The cubs readily took to solid food and it wouldn't be long before they would need to learn how to hunt.

With Cyclonus' help, Scourge had much more time to spend with his mate and their offspring than he would have if he'd been forced to sneak around even behind Cyclonus' back. Galvatron's second was keenly interested in the cubs, and would often accompany Scourge to see them. The playful cubs seemed to like him.

"They will make fine additions to the Decepticon forces some day," he told Scourge.

"Yes," Scourge agreed.

"Let's just hope they didn't inherit their father's tendency towards cowardice," Cyclonus added with a sigh.

This backhanded compliment made Scourge angry, but he said nothing. Cyclonus was only half-right. Sweeps had typical predator behavior programmed into them--if they sensed too great a risk to themselves, they instinctively fled a dangerous situation. It was hard for them to control this instinct, as it caused what human psychiatrists would have labelled "anxiety disorder." They were also not comfortable in areas which were not their "territory," and this caused a similar reaction. But there was more. Scourge's tendency to placate his higher-ups with submissive flattery also got misinterpreted as cowardly. He wasn't being cowardly, he told himself, he was merely trying to show respect in his own way, and it infuriated him that Cyclonus failed to see this. It was exactly this kind of behavior that had stopped Galvatron's attack on them when they found their leader after the destruction of Unicron. At the time, Cyclonus had had to admit that the tactic worked--probably even saved their lives--but still thought Scourge had taken the coward's way out.

Galvatron still had no idea that Scourge had fathered a litter of cubs, let alone with a female Autobot. None of the other Decepticons suspected anything, either. The Autobots still hadn't located the missing female, and had started to give up hope of ever finding her alive.

Scourge visited his mate without Cyclonus one day and the cubs were asleep. She was obviously interested in some private alone time, as she opened her interface port even though she was not in heat. Scourge was more than happy to expose his own interface unit and plunge it into her. He grasped her shoulder in his teeth as he ejaculated with a growl. Immediately an orgasm pulsed through her, massaging his interface which was still buried to the hilt inside her.

"Thanks. I needed that," Scourge told her, and sat back and began cleaning his interface. She pushed him backwards and began cleaning it herself, to his delight. She licked every inch of it from base to the slightly jerking tip, getting under his sheath as she did so.

"Well, you seemed to be under a lot of stress lately," she said between licks.

"You don't know the half of it," Scourge replied, as he relaxed while shivers of pleasure coursed through his rod.

"I should be thanking you," she added, "That was wonderful. I've never had as intense an orgasm as I've had with you. None of the Autobots I've ever dated even came close."

Scourge chuckled at the compliment. Knowing he was better in bed than an Autobot was a huge ego boost.

The cubs got a little older and Scourge brought back a live creature similar to a rabbit. He dropped it in front of them and watched while they stared at it. It was sitting very still, but in order to trigger the cubs' instinctive attack response, it needed to be moving. Scourge nudged it and got it to run. Instantly the young Sweeps' instincts kicked in and they pounced on their prey. One of the cubs crushed the victim's spinal cord in its jaws, causing the animal to shriek before going limp. Instinctively they began devouring it, although they did fight a little amongst each other over who would get the largest share. Soon the cubs were hunting small animals around the den area on their own.

Though the female Autobot found the cubs to be somewhat rambunctious, Scourge knew exactly how to handle them. If they did something wrong, he would correct them, usually with a low growl. For some reason a growl was far more effective than a lecture. And for some reason, while Sweeps grew rapidly, their vocalizers seemed unable to form words until they were much older than the average Autobot or Decepticon who'd just learned how to talk. It was probably due to the fact that the Sweeps were primarily wired as predators, and that was a greater priority in development--enabling them to be effective hunters long before their language centers had fully come online. But at the end of the day, they all curled up beside their mother to sleep.