The Idiosencrazies Of Transformers

Ratchet counted to three and then broke the oil sack.

Sunstreaker immediately took in all the pain.

Whiplash hummed to herself.

With the pain numbed, Nightstrider could only shudder as the oil flowed out of her in a thick rush, like a river. It coated the inside of her thighs, dribbling onto the berth. "Gross." she groused softly, panting. The sparkling shifted once more, startled at the lack of fluids in its home, and then fell still with a contraction that had her rolling her helm back with a soft vent of pain.

Sideswipe smiled softly, keeping an eye on the trio in front of them, learning what would be happening to his mate and himself eventually.

Sunstreaker got onto the berth then and slipped behind her to support her.

Whiplash clicked a little. "And so it begins."

Flattening her doorwings so they wouldn't get smooshed, Nightstrider leaned back against him, venting out in a harsh whoosh of air. Her antenna stood up as she shifted slightly to try in vain to get comfortable. Her pelvis and port started to ache slightly.

Sideswipe nodded. "So it begins indeed." he said. "This will let us know what to expect, though."

Sunstreaker stroked her sides and wings softly, crooning and clicking to try and sooth her.

Whiplash cringed and nodded.

Nightstrider vented softly, letting him soothe her as the contraction passed, leaving her aching. Reclining her helm back slightly, she rested it on his shoulder while she waited for the next one to come. "So doc," she asked with her optics closed, "How long do you think until our little one enters the world?"

Sideswipe clicked softly. "if you don't want to be here, we can steal some chairs and wait outside... or invade Ratchets office." he offered.

"It shouldn't take more than perhaps 3 hours," He rumbled out, keeping a close optic on her.

Sunstreaker kissed her shoulder and continued soothing her.

"Lets invade doc-bots office~" She grinned.

Nightstrider nodded softly, grimacing as she felt another contraction flowing over her soon after. Gritting her denta, she blew hot puffs of air into Sunstreakers cables as she turned her helm and buried it in his neck. "Three hours." she huffed. "Okay. I can do that."

Sideswipe grinned, standing up with her quietly. Motioning for ninja silence, he tiptoed towards the office with her, already hacking the door locking system and freeing it for their entry.

Sunstreaker kissed her shoulder again. "I'll be right here with you."

Whiplash giggled to herself as they slipped inside.

She gave him a small wane smile as her body rocked slightly to help the contraction along and to loosen the tightened cables. "I know, love..." she murmured softly, panting. With the contraction came another small flood of fluids from within her, leftover oils and whatnot. "This is more messy then I thought it would be." she commented tightly as the pain faded away for the time being.

Sideswipe trilled and shut the door behind them, peering around. They could still see outside where his brother was, but the office was so interesting. He wandered to one of Ratchet's bookshelves.

"That tends to happen," Ratchet sighed as he got some towels.

Sunstreaker chattered to her softly. "Just focus on me okay?"

Whiplash plopped down in a chair.

Flicking her optics open, Nightstrider focused on her mate as he told her too, breathing in and out with the slowly coming contraction. It was hard to keep focused on him, but she managed, venting sharply.

Sideswipe found something shiny on the top shelf and snagged it, looking at it in his hand. It looked like a giant shiny black marble filled with starlight. "oooh~ shiny~"

Sunstreaker gave her praise as he held her close.

Whiplash immediately looked. "Shiny~"

Nightstrider panted softly, not really hearing the praise as the pains of a contraction deafened her, the sparkling shifting inside of her gestational chamber, pressing downwards slightly.

Sideswipe brought it over to her, taking a seat on the floor and setting it gently in her lap. "What do you think it is?" he trilled softly.

Sunstreaker clicked and rubbed her contracting plates, nuzzling her. "Easy, love."

Whiplash poked it. "Dunno."

A small keen tore itself from her throat as she tried to relax, letting his rubbing soothe her and soothe her contracting plates. The sparkling kicked slightly at his hand, more a reflex then anything. When the pain passed, it left her mostly limp against him as she grimaced, panting.

Sideswipe stared at it, transfixed. "It kinda looks like Ratchet carved out a little chunk of the deepest part of space for his own personal keepings." he clicked. "But, it still pales in comparison next to you, my love." he winked.

Sunstreaker rumbled and kissed her softly. "You're doing good."

Whiplash smiled and cupped his cheek. "Maybe its something he kept from Cybertron?"

"My aft." she kissed him back softly. "I'm not even pushing yet to get anywhere." she said softly. Nightstrider sighed through her nasals, shifting slightly as she leaned on him. Her antennas fluttered briefly.

Sideswipe purred and turned his helm to press a kiss to her palm. "Perhaps," he agreed, "but I don't ever remember seeing anything like this on Cybertron. but, then and again, we never went into the nobles area."

Sunstreaker nuzzled her and sighed. "I know, babe."

Whiplash nodded and smiled at the affection. "Who knows then?"

Nuzzling him back, she briefly turned her gaze to Ratchet. "Am I dialated yet?" she asked impatiently. Then she grimaced. "Sorry. This pain, it makes me grouchy."

Sideswipe smiled and cupped his hand over hers, nuzzling her palm. "No idea. Perhaps some time we can ask Hatchet."

"Yes, almost fully," He told her.

Sunstreaker nuzzled her. "I expected it, love."

Whiplash shrugged. "Maybe later."

Nightstrider vented softly, nuzzling him back. "Okay," she said softly, "let me know when I can begin pushing, alright Ratch-" Her words trailed into a grunt, her helm rolling back with another contraction. Her fingers and claws left grooves in the medical berth.

Sideswipe nodded and stood, replacing the orb on the shelf. Then he began to snoop around some more, peering at books and whatnot.

Sunstreaker placed his servos over her own and gave a squeeze. "Soon, it'll be in our arms~"

"Shouldn't be more than a few minutes before you can start," He rumbled.

Whiplash snickered. "Make sure not to move things, love~"

"Soon indeed," she breathed, her helm resting back on his shoulder. Gritting her teeth, she felt a pressure on her hips where the sparkling was resting at, ready for when she was ready.

Sideswipe looked at her and a devilish grin split his face. Snagging a book, he slid its neighbor over before putting it back in, one spot over, and right in sight, but one spot out of place.

"Start pushing," He told her.

Sunstreaker got ready to take her pain.

Whiplash noticed but said nothing about it.