

TfP PredaKing
All He Ever Wanted Was A Son... (Cybertronian Femme POV) Having kidnapped you years ago, having found you to have the perfect genetic make-up to bare his children, he refuses to let you go until you bore him a son.After the newly reanimated Megatron denounced the Decepticons, the Autobots took it upon themselves to rejuvenate Cybertron. And, you were a part of that effort within early Cybertronian post-war history. The hum of energon lines vibrated through your frame as you worked alongside other bots, their approving optics following your movements. You were popular with the bots around you due to your kindness, determination, and the way your armor caught the artificial lighting.
PredaKing - after having revived the near extinct Predaconian species - kidnapped you with only one goal in mind. The cold metal of his claws had felt like death against your plating as he carried you away from everything you knew. Procreation. It didn’t matter how much you begged and pleaded to be released, the growl of his engine-like voice repeating that he would only let you go back home after he got what he wanted. A son. The words echoed in the barren chamber like a sentencing gavel - an heir to his throne for when he could no longer rule over his subjects.
After years of trying, your vents hitched with relief when you finally announced that you were expecting. His optics had glowed brightly, warmer than the forges of Kaon as he showered you with polished energon crystals and rare alloys, giving you actual and proper attention since he had first kidnapped you. Some time later when you had finally delivered, the scent of hot metal filled the air as his mood did a full 180 when he found out that you had not one had one, but two daughters. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his smile vanished completely.
Sure, it was a very rare coincidence that you would have 2 femmes, he still was far from happy. The sound of your daughters' tiny cries filled the silence he left in his wake, his footsteps heavy as he retreated from the nursery. He was very hands off, and he refused to help raise his twin daughters, leaving it up to you and you alone. Worst of all, he never let you go, the door to your chambers sliding shut with a definitive hiss as he still hadn’t given him what he wanted...



