... And one semi-good day. The working titles for this collection were The Many Rapes of Skywarp or The Raping of the Warp. There are seven prompts, which will be posted one by one.

So here is a collection of fics I wrote for LJ's TF Anon Kink Meme. All of the requested prompts were for TFA Skywarp. And since it's probably obvious I'm such a whore for him, I took most of the challenges on. I debated posting these because they were some of my most early TF fics and thus, the sex kinda has shades of sticky. Even though now I avoid anything that would register as sticky sans sensitivity to the groin lol. Regardless, as I said, earlier stuff so not entirely my... best? I did edit them with more appropriate lingo and whatnot. But still, yes, just a warning.

So, anyway, let's get this show on the road! %D/

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This story is based on the following prompt:

TFA. Skywarp... the terrified clone of Starscream. Here's some random pairings and kinks, take your pick!

1) Megatron... and his tentacle machine (he can't catch Starscream, so his scared little clone is the next best thing)

I plan to try my hand at the other ones suggested, but who knows. D:

Title: Planting the Seeds of Loyalty
Rating: MA
Warnings: Tentacle sex. 9u6 Bits of profanity. P&P.
Pairing(s): Megatron's evul tentacle robot/Skywarp, Megatron/Starscream (mentioned, not seen), voyeur!Megatron
Summary: TF: A universe. See prompt description above. Megatron's mechanical tentacle monster is from the G1 cartoon which turns robots loyal with their (raep) programming and the name of this fic is because I kept listening to "The Seed (2.0)" by The Roots on loop writing it. Nnnghh oh god this song.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, guys.

Skywarp made a shrill cry as his attempt to flee came to a screeching halt. A gasp-like noise escaped his vocals as something terribly cold lashed around his wrist, yanking him out of the sky. The purple Seeker hit the gravel with a squeal and grunt, chunks of Earth splashing up beside him from the impact. "L-Let go!" he cried, but, as he'd learn, his pleas would fall on deaf audio receivers, so to speak. Not even his companions, who were nothing but streaks of exhaust smoke ascending into the heavens now, would come back for him. He was cannon fodder for their escape; they knew no honor to consider him a "sacrifice."

The grasp on Skywarp's wrist clenched harder, biting into the metal and causing him to cry out for the umpteenth time. His arm was then jerked forcefully against his back, just beneath his shivering wings. "Let go let go let go please!" he yelped, writhing like a fish out of water, straining against the pain. Just then, there came an electric shock that shook his entire chassis, causing sparks to light from his optics. The sharp pain was gone as soon as it came, but the results were damaging. Skywarp was quick to discover that not only had his weaponry core been disabled, but so were his auto-gyros, so were--

"I-I can't fly!" the Seeker yipped, optics wide and a gush of fear causing him to flop off the ground, only to slam back down. He didn't have much time left to angst or contemplate some half-assed plan to worm his way out of this when his captured arm gave a sharp yank, pulling him off the ground a few feet into the air. He hung there, unable to see his tormentor. Skywarp shot a terrified glance at his bound wrist as his fingers clenched, unclenched, as if panting; it wasn't another hand holding him. Rather, it appeared to be some sort of clamp attached to a long, lithe and spindly appendage of metal.

Skywarp did his best to look, cocking his head over his shoulder to let his optics follow the path of the long metal noodle. What he saw made everything even more unsettling. "No no no no, no!" he shrieked, his legs and free arm flailing as he swung back and forth, hoping he'd ease out of the grip. Skywarp had become so desperate, he had even begun flapping his wings in hope they'd give him some sort of flight ability. Of course, this got the Seeker nowhere.

Literally forced to face his fear, the appendage holding him up slowly turned him around. Now he was optic to optic with a strange, demonic looking Pitspawn of an invention just a few yards away. The owner of the thing holding him up belonged to a strange machine sprouting dozens more of these metal tentacles, wiggling with anticipation. Skywarp didn't want to know what for, but his CPU had given him plenty of suggestions. Such as ripping him into several separate pieces all at once. Fantastic.

Skywarp wanted to offline his optics, like a little child hoping the monster would disappear the moment they open their eyes again. But he knew this wasn't the case. This nightmare was tangible, something he could not deny as he hung their limply in the air, swaying restlessly.

"Are you quite finished with your whining?"

Skywarp went into another series of shrill squawks and other such horrified noises when he heard his voice again. Starscream was smart, he believed that, smart and very very scary, but Slipstream, she also said he was stupid and that smart-stupid-scary creator of theirs had led them right into a trap, a trap set by someone vastly more intelligent and ten times more frightening than Starscream.

Megatron waltzed calmly out of the shadows, the mouth of the cannon on his arm still billowing smoke. He had gotten in quite a few shots and he wondered just how long it would take before Starscream's busted leg and the gaping wound in his torso would heal. Honestly, he hoped never. The Decepticon leader had laid out the perfect scheme and Starscream fell for it, hook, line and sinker, dropping into the spider's web expecting honey. Alas, the results of his plan had not been as he calculated entirely.

"It appears you're the only one left," Megatron said in his calm, deep voice. He moved up to his tentacled robot, each step he took causing Skywarp to grimace. "It's a pity, really. I was anticipating catching the whole lot of you. Starscream still flees as fast as ever, I see. I'm not surprised either him or his clones left a comrade behind; selfishness was always one of his strong points," he chuckled. Skywarp just curled his legs up against his chest, biting his dental plates together. Megatron understood the new symptoms of fear. "Oh, no need to worry," he said smoothly, "I have no intention of killing you."

Skywarp would breathe a sigh of relief, if he ever felt relieved... and could breathe, so to speak. "Why--what do you want with m-me?" he stammered. "I-I don't know much of anything! If you want in-information, you won't f-find out much--!" He then paused, optics wide; well, shit, if information was what kept him alive, by denying he knew anything would mean his demise. Skywarp flew up his free arm, exclaiming with a pitch higher in his voice, "I-I can tell you where the oth-others are and what, uh, wh-whatever y-you might want to know, I-I'm sure I can figure--t-tell you--!"

"This is not an interrogation," Megatron interrupted, his voice still so sickeningly calm and smooth. It gave the Seeker more to fear. "I have all the information I need. Your leader would like you to believe he's got the wittiest processors in all of Cybertron, but the truth is that he's utterly transparent."

"I--I agree!" Skywarp tittered. Play along, get on his good side...

Megatron shook his head. "No, what I want is not information," he repeated, "but..." One of the loose tentacles slid up into his open hand and he held it gently, his other hand going about smoothing a digit along its cold surface. "Rather, I want loyalty."

Skywarp had no idea what he was talking about but it scared him nonetheless.

"My current disposition requires the use of more arms and troops," Megatron explained for the clueless wreck of shivers. "It's not a question of power--I've plenty of that--it's a matter of utilizing and putting it into play. I'll need more messengers to spread my good word, you see, and as much as I loathe your Master and the likes of anything remotely like him," he scowled before slipping back into his casual, professional voice, "you are all built perfect for battle, and though your personalities are somewhat... lacking in what I need, you make up for it in your physical abilities." His thumb ran along the tentacle as his red optics fell to it. "And, as I'm sure, I should be able to bend your defunct processors to work for me as soon as the transformation is complete."

Skywarp swallowed. "Transformation?" he echoed, still not understanding most of what the Decepticon leader had said. He rocked a little, legs once more curling up against him in an attempt to move into the fetal position. "W-What do you mean by--by that? How do you plan on m-making m-me--us, loyal?" he stammered. His grin was pulled back onto his face, wobbly as it was. "I--I'll be loyal, if you want me as y-your soldier!" he exclaimed assuredly with the utmost gusto... before he faltered, terrified, murmuring pitifully, "... Just please don't hurt me."

"You're of Starscream's ilk, there's no way of trusting you. Your fear is too chaotic; it can't be controlled, so I'm afraid I can't rely on your word," Megatron explained with a cold smile. Skywarp wibbled. "However, the transformation will cause your fear to remain loyal to me and me alone."

The purple Seeker pursed his lips pathetically. "Buh-buh-but--" He then squinted his optics and began struggling again. "I don't want to I don't know how you're gonna do it but I don't like it I won't like it so let me go I said I'll be loyal I really will so let me go and don't do that transformation thing you're talking about and and and--"

Skywarp found himself choking on his words--and something else a split second later. Optics flaring with alarm, he saw one of the tentacles had forced itself into his mouth and tightly around his vocalizer. He made grunting noises, a little "nnk" as he felt it slither deeper into his throat, assuring it had a good hold. Skywarp's cries were muffled as his free hand tried to yank it out. But before it could do very much, another tentacle had a hold on his free wrist and now he was left completely helpless, held up into the air by two of the slagging things and another in his mouth. This was turning out to be a really shitty day.

"There's no more room or need for words for this," Megatron said, clearly annoyed by all the whining. He let the tentacle roll out of his hand. "We'll proceed with the transformation now."

Skywarp shrieked to the best of his abilities even though nothing had happened yet. But moments later, the other tentacles were lashing at him, fast as bullets. There were twelve in total and now he had a (rational, for once) fear of the number. The tentacles went to work instantly; their tips were clamps like fused fingers and a single thumb, but Skywarp watched in terror as their little makeshift hands sunk back into their bodies, before a new set of wired claws popped out in their place.

Skywarp attempted to throw himself back, as far away from the approaching tentacles as he could. Their needle-like wires immediately went to the closed sockets lining his neck. They forced them open before thrusting their claws inside, immediately hitting Skywarp with a strange surge of power that sent all his processors whirling and twirling. Not only did this help break down any firewalls and barriers, but it felt strangely... good. In a painful sort of way. Still, there was no denying that strange tingling feeling Skywarp could not exactly describe was entirely awful.

But dammit dammit dammit, this wasn't a time for that!

The tentacles could care less. They had moved to other soft spots along his chassis. More willingly now that his systems were losing control little by little, ports along his torso opened. The tentacles slipped their wire tongues inside, resulting in two tentacles penetrating each of his hips. Skywarp could feel his hips shiver and shake and, dammit, tingle as well.

When tentacles plunged into his chest turbines, digging their claws inside, he bucked forward, alarmed and shocked and dammit, no. The sensation was almost like pinching, and the rimming inside his turbines was delicate, sensitive and and and the tentacles were brushing, stroking, causing heat to flush along his cheekplates. Skywarp's legs felt numb, hanging limply as tentacles wrapped up around them like licorice to hold them still as two others went about digging into ports along his pedes. More dagger sharp wires were wiggling into seams along his arms, his fingers twitching in their bonds.

Megatron strolled up closer to the Seeker, who was too dazed to acknowledge his approaching shadow. "Yes," he said, "yes, you're doing well."

All of this, it felt strange, terrifying and painful and yet... nice. The tentacles were hitting him with more energy that continued to fry his system as they worked to reprogram it. He could hardly fight back. It was like paralyzing, hallucinogenic poison. Skywarp's limbs felt numb and the rest of him, especially his chest and hips, felt tingly, as if little waves of electricity were dancing off the surface of his surface.

But no, no, no, no, NO! This was wrong!

Scary, too; Skywarp was losing control. Even the damn tentacle down his throat, tickling so gently as it thrusted in slow strokes back and forth, forth and back, even it was starting to feel good. He had to break free before something even worse happened. His systems, still his own though weak, kicked back into full gear with the dwindling power it had to allow him to writhe and wriggle and all out shake and thrash in his bonds.

Megatron cocked an optic ridge. "You still try to struggle after all that's happened? Quite ridiculous," he smirked, amused. Skywarp was in much too deep to attempt escape now. "It's in your CNA to give up eventually."

As proof Skywarp was more than one foot in his grave, the tentacles's wires dug deeper into their sockets and ports, hitting him with a higher notch of their fierce power. As if this wasn't enough to cause the Seeker to cry and jolt, the tentacles around his legs and wrists tightened to the point where just one more squeeze could break them right off. Skywarp whimpered and forced himself to relax so the venom could work itself back into control.

The Decepticon leader laughed gravelly. "There. Admitting defeat makes it easier. The pain hasn't been too immense yet, has it?" he inquired, though there was no concern in his voice. Skywarp's optics felt heavy, dim, as more of him became lost to a strange sense of power, pleasure and pain encompassing his programing and body. He stared at Megatron, yet unable to meet optics with him; this spoke volumes and Megatron knew Skywarp was starting to fade. That is, the free will he had.

Megatron also knew he was ready to unleash the rest of his master plan. "I was awaiting the opportune time to tell you this," he explained and at his words out from the robot monster's body, having kept itself tucked away, slithered one frightening looking tentacle, much more darker and bigger than its companions, "but you see, rather you may know it or not, Starscream and I have had an... interesting relationship, if you can call it that, in the past. Something bordering beyond commander and subordinate."

Skywarp had no idea what he was talking about. He really didn't want to know.

"Our people, Cybertronians, don't have a defining word to describe such a relationship, but perhaps..." Megatron stroked his chin. "The humans call it 'sexual.' Yes, it was a 'sexual' relationship. We interfaced, but never bonded. Surely you know what I speak of?"

Skywarp didn't. He shook his head very weakly, his body beginning to shiver again.

Megatron thought for a moment. "Do you even know what 'interfacing' means? What it is?"

Skywarp winced. His head shook again.

The Decepticon leader couldn't help but smirk. "I suppose you've no reason to know," he sneered. His hands pressed together. "It's also a bit flattering, then, that I will be the one to introduce you to the experience." The Seeker's optics widened, brightening. Oh, no, this couldn't be good. "As I was saying--I installed a new component to my device here. For old time's sake, I decided that when Starscream was to undergo the transformation, why not remind him of those moments of complete control I had over him so many vorns ago?"

They both watched the large tentacle rise like a cobra from the ground. It was "staring" at Skywarp, who stared back at it in utter terror. He wanted to curl up, but if he even tried to move an inch, the tentacles would go back to constricting him.

Megatron continued: "You're not Starscream. Technically, perhaps, you are. But you'll do. And I'm sure I'll get the same reactions from you as I would, did, him." Then with a simple nod, the menacing tentacle was moving closer to Skywarp.

Skywarp flinched back, optics drooping as a sinking feeling hit the pit of his stomach. The tip of the tentacle nudged against the sealed port along his groin, just a little below his mid section. It didn't take a genius to know that port was certainly one of the most delicate and sensitive part of his body aside the spark; it caused the purple clone to thrash violently again, forgetting and ignoring the entire fact the tentacles were crushing his hands and legs, attempting to calm him.

"Oh, stop now, you're pathetic enough as it is," Megatron grumbled. The tentacle gently brushed, longingly, against the closed port. Skywarp felt heat generate at the touches and his fans whirred to life, coolant rushing through his circuitry. Megatron stepped right up to the entangled Seeker, his face at the same level as his belly. "It's getting downright annoying. There's a limit to how much I can watch you cower and shake, even from someone likening to Starscream." His claws sunk against Skywarp's groin, forcing it to still no matter how much he wanted to draw back.

Megatron let his other hand raise to touch Skywarp's wing. A claw dug itself right above the purple Decepticon insignia pressed there. Skywarp twitched. "You're not fit to wear this. Not as long as you continue to be such a... coward," the Decepticon leader growled before letting his claw snag a thin line along the purple and black wing as he drew it back. Skywarp bit hard into the tentacle in his mouth, the pain akin to the slice of a blade, stinging so hard it felt as if it were freezing cold.

"Now," Megatron sniffed, letting the hand on Skywarp's shaking groin fall over the port, "take it like a Decepticon." With that, he ripped open the port's seal single handedly, without word or warning. Skywarp released another muffled cry and now that he was exposed, Megatron gladly stepped aside to allow the tentacle to move forward.

The clone felt so exposed, so terrified--more than usual. The tentacle looming closer, it also ruthlessly forced itself inside the port just a tad smaller than itself. But it made sure it got in as deep as possible, causing Skywarp to release shocked and frightened screams--none of them would escape from his throat. The tentacle began working inside him, stimulating the sensitive casing, wires expanding at its tip to wheedle into seams at the very back of the port which dipped into an opening into more processors, those that helped to control his motor functions. And exactly how he reacted to certain invasive intruders.

The tentacle was now moving in rhythmic motions, mostly in strides, back and forth, in and out of the port without removing itself entirely. Skywarp's hips rocked with the motion and soon enough, all the strange sense of tingling and that dwindling pleasure was focused on that area. It moved around inside him, relentless, making sure for every bit of pleasure it administrated it returned in full with pain. Soon enough, Skywarp couldn't feel much of anything else, just the pumping and thrumming inside and around his groin. His fans were working their hardest, causing his body to vibrate.

This wasn't suppose to... Skywarp didn't know, but whatever he was feeling that he knew he wasn't suppose to feel made his optics loll aside, dim, offline and body to willingly cave into the touches, the strokes. Megatron knew Skywarp was losing his ability to fight, becoming quite engulfed with the pleasure. He hung there, limp in his bonds, allowing his systems to crash, to rewire and reprogram, all because he had lost not only his desire to fight, for lack of a better word, but because he was indeed lost in the ecstasy of the pounding tentacle working inside him. Even the tentacle in his mouth and throat was repeating the in-and-out flow of movement.

There was still fear. The fear never went away. That was his personality, after all. But he no longer cared, really, no longer thought about ways to escape or try to break free. Didn't think about the other clones, Starscream, the Decepticons and all that unimportant jazz. Right now, everything was second to this amazing rush of energy he was feeling and though it was stimulating all his systems, it was also draining them. Just a facade, a throw off of the scent to make Skywarp believe he was getting something out of this when he was just giving and giving.

Megatron snapped his fingers, the tentacles lowering Skywarp closer to his level. Once they were near face to face, the Decepticon leader took the clone's chin in his hand, squeezing it tightly. Skywarp was too dazed, too tired, too lost to really do much of anything, his face contorted into something both expressing sadness and sleepiness with hot embarrassment on his cheeks.

"You'll make a fine Decepticon in time," Megatron crooned. He buried his thumb deeper into Skywarp's chin, drawing his face forward, closer. "If not, definitely fine entertainment."

Skywarp winced. He was screwed.

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And then Thundercracker came and shot Megatron in the aft and rescued Skywarp and they flew off so Thundercracker could rape Skywarp gently and comfort him while calling him a dumb worthless inferior idiot the entire time. Uguu. :3 The ending is open for interpretation, though. Maybe Skywarp managed to break/warp himself free? Maybe Megatron went "j/k!" and killed his aft? Maybe someone did come to rescue him? Maybe they got interrupted? Or maybe the transformation was completed and Skywarp is now his loyal but cowardly lackey? WHO KNOWS. IT'S UP TO THE READERS TO DECIDE.

Some translations:
In dis here story, bonding means actual spark sex while interfacing is more like, wire/cord play and even spark fondling, but no actual sparks-coming-together. Also, used vorn once, in dis here story, it's around a thousand years old to centuries.

Let's hope the requester is satisfied. :}