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I awoke after my message-dream to feel a warm frame moving over me. Predaking placed his front claws on either side of my helm and his back claws near my hips, his tail twining around mine. Still sleep-drowsy, I didn't fully realize what the Predacon was meaning to do until he softly nipped at my neck-plating with a moan. My optics shot wide open and with a screech I shot like bullet out from underneath Predaking to the far side of the room. I skidded to a stop, turning as I did to face Predaking, my side slidong into the wall with a painful bang. "Stay away from me!" I hissed,"You...you rapist!" "My apologies, Char," Predaking began. I reared up onto my hind legs and roared angrily. "My designation is not Char! It's Chardirakii!!" I screamed as loud as I could. Predaking crouched and covered his helm with his front claws. "Ouch. Not so loud," he whined. "I'LL BE AS FRAGGING LOUD AS I WANT YOU, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING TAILPIPE!!!" I shrieked. Predaking growled and launched himself at me, but I was waiting this time. I would not be pulled into his tricks to corner me again. I waited until the last moment before darting away, letting the mech Predacon slam into the wall. I was smaller, faster. I could use these traits to my advantage. Predaking bit at my tail, which I flicked away, then snapped back, the sharp end catching him on the snout and leaving a thin cut. Predaking yelped and covered his snout with a paw, then growled. "You don't understand Predacon courting rituals do you?" he asked, rubbing his injury. I crouched low to the ground and swished my tail,"This being my first time as a Predacon I would say no." Predaking sighed and stepped closer to me, but stopped when I narrowed my optics and lashed my tail warningly. "Predacon mechs always take a femme of their choosing as a mate, then assert their dominance over her in a gentle fashion," Predaking began to explain, circling me. I kept pace with him, the two of us walking circles in the center of the room. "After about a week or two of this, the mech and femme bond, then precisely a month later, they reproduce to create a sparkling," Predaking finished,"I only followed my natural instinct. I was not going to rape you." "Pah! Like I believe that," I spat, baring my sharp denta. Predaking sighed, then transformed,"Let's see if you can obtain a bi-pedal mode still." "If I cannot I'm literally going to eat your spark," I growled. "I consider myself warned," Predaking said, then crossed his arms. I took a slow breath in, closing my optics. My armor plating began to move, as well as my structural internal frame, as I transformed into hopefully myself again. I opened my optics to see Predaking eyeing my frame up and down approvingly. "Stop it," I hissed. "Your optics...they darken when you are in your bi-pedal mode," Predaking stated,"They look almost black now." I rolled my said-black optics,"At least I still have a bi-pedal mode. That's something." "You are still very attractive," Predaking said, taking to large strides and was suddenly directly in front of me with his servos on my arms. I glared up at him,"You're too close." Predaking smiled,"I can get closer." He moved to pull me against his chassis but I growled and pressed my claws against the armor covering his stomach,"Careful, Predaking." Predaking sighed, his golden optics suddenly clouded with sadness,"I'm sorry. I just...I guess I want to know what it's like to be with a femme. To love someone." "Well for starters you never begin a meeting with death threats," I stated, poking a claw against his chest-plate. Predaking looked at me hopefully,"Could you teach me? Please? Someday I might have an actual femme of my own and if that time comes to pass well..." He dropped his servos from my arms and fiddled with his large claws,"...I want to treat her right. Like a gentlemech." I rubbed my fore-helm,"If I do this will you not assert your dominance over me?" Predaking nodded,"I will try. It's an instinctive thing though. Somewhat hard to control." "Then that's our first lesson," I said, lifting a digit,"Self-control." Predaking pulled a datapad out of his subspace and sat down in front of me expectantly. "Okay, first of all, when you meet a femme, what is your reaction?" I asked. "Take her home with me?" Predaking asked, scratching his helm. "Wrong," I said, then started pacing as I talked,"When you meet a femme whom you know you like, be friendly and polite. Say 'hello', make her a friendly acquaintance. Don't grab her and run off, that's a good way to make her despise you." Predaking typed some notes onto the datapad, then looked back up at me and nodded. "Let's practice," I said,"Stand up." Predaking stood in front of me, fiddling with his claws again. "Alright, pretend I'm some other femme you like and we've just met, what do you say?" Predaking straightened,"Hello, miss. What lovely...legs you have." I arched an optic ridge,"And that would earn you a slap. Instead of straightout complimenting her, try introducing yourself and ask her something...like perhaps...'are you lost?' Try again." Predaking recomposed himself,"Hello, miss. My designation is Predaking. Are you lost?" I smiled a bit and nodded,"Very good. Now I'm going to reply." Then I glared at him,"But don't take everything I say in these practices literally. I'm still slagged off at you." "U-understood," Predaking stammered. My glare disappeared and I smiled sweetly instead,"I believe I am. Do you know the way back to my home?" Predaking shuddered. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's just...you sound so creepy when you try and act innocent," Predaking explained. My frown returned and he smiled. "Ah, much more natural." "YOU SLAGGING IDIOT!!!" I screamed.
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Author's Note: Chardirakii's new bi-ped mode. Not much changed. Her optics do look black in her bi-ped mode but turn lavendar and mauve when she's in her beast mode.
