haustorium (Cyberworld Galvatron X OC)
In which I make a whole OC solely to get manipulated into a vampiric situationship with everyone's favorite Cyberworld menace. His name is Wind Runner, he's a Eastern Dragon/bullet train triple changer, maybe one day I will post refs of him but that day is not today. But enjoy!
Wind Runnerās vents chuffed hot steam as the last of his attackers finally retreated, the condensation dripping off his scale-tiled chassis in cooldown mode. He really wished they were closer to the ocean tile; he could really use a good swim. But his partner had insisted they come all this way to the desert edge, and heād insisted that they had to siege that team of ground-pounders for some artifact that they had. And the two of them had won, by the way heād had these two on the run back to whence they came. But he couldnāt lie: he was tired. Winded, dare he say.
But if he was winded, how was hisā?
āAh, scrapāGalvatron!ā The triple-changer called, realizing that his fellow dragon was missing in action. āHey! You still alive out there?ā
He jogged across the sand, flinching at the grains trapping themselves in his panelling again and retreated back to the jungle brush, scoping out for his partner. āDonāt tell me you went overboard againā ah.ā
And there, panting among the trees, was his companion, just as worn out as he was. But he did have that thing theyād raided forāthat power-up orb that he didnāt quite understandā so heād at least been successful in claiming his prize. The dragonformerās optics perked up from behind his visor as Wind Runner trotted into view, and an expression of relief washed over his features.
āOh, ya made it! I was just ābout to go out lookin for you, but yāseem to have found me first!āĀ
Wind Runnerās tail swished bashfully. āItās nothing, Iāve got the energy to spare. You got what you were looking for, right?ā
Galvatron held up the orb. āRight here. But that was a lot more of a fight than I was expectinā, sure took a lot out of me to wrestle this thing from them two bandits, heh.ā
āOh, are you low on energon? Need repairs? I can fly back to Cyber City, sneak around for a bit and grab some supplies if youāā
āNo, no, Iām just low on energon. Didnāt think Iād use so muchāI, er, might not have enough to make it back through the jungle tile.ā
āYouāre that low?ā Wind Runnerās spark sank a little. Had this expedition really been worth it? āScrap, you shouldāve regrouped with me, I couldāve helped you. But no matter. I can find us a challenge. Get your levels back up a bit, even if it means I gotta lose a little energon to do so.ā
āItās not worth the risk. If itās something like those damn shooter games again, wellā¦ā He rubbed the side of his helm sheepishly. āLook, thereās⦠another way Iāve got of doinā an energon transfer. Itās a bit of a last-resort kinda thing, butā¦ā
āOh. Thatās fine, as long as it works, Iād be happy toāā Wind Runner started, and immediately recoiled over his words as Galvatron opened his mouth, flashing a pair of pointed dentae that looked as sharp as knives. āHoly scrap! Holdāhold on, wait, nononono, not as long as it works, whatāā
āHey, hey, quit runninā your engines, itās notāā
āYou are not going to bite a chunk out of my frame!ā
āThese arenāt for that kinda bitinā-!ā Galvatron flailed his hands uselessly, trying to calm him down. āTheyāre more like, er, injection needles. They just insert into a fuel line and just extract a lilā energon. See why I said this was a last resort?ā
āThat doesnāt make it better! Youāre not going to bite me, because thatās weird. Iām not keen on being bitten.ā Wind Runner said, crossing his arms from a much larger distance than he had been standing before. āJust hang on. Iāll find us a challenge to beat. Iāll even roll over and let you lose, mākay? Just donātāā
āAnd what about me in the meantime? It might be cycles. I might not have that kinda time, Wind Runner. Come on, I donāt like this any more than you do, I just need a little to keep me goinā- are ya really gonna make me beg? Please, Wind Runner, do your partner a favor?ā
The triple-changer dared peek through upturned optics at the somber, beseeching expression on his partnerās face, and sighed deeply. If only this damn dragon wasnāt so good at making him feel bad-!
ā... Ggghh. Just a little, right? Like what, one level? Two?ā He finally cracked, trying not to look down at his companionās lips, and the horrors he housed within. āI have six levels on me now. You can have two.ā
āThatāll do just fine, thank you, Windā~!ā And instantly, the dragonās desperate facade melted away with the little leap in his step as he bounded over to the triple-changer. āI really, really owe you one!ā
āWeāre a team, itās what we do, right? But, um, what fuel line are you going toā¦ā
Galvatron looked him over, optics scanning him curiously, almost hungrily. āThereās not a lot of exposed lines to choose from, in my experience. With a ābot like you, the only one might be on the neck.ā
āThe neck? Are you sure? You canāt just, I donāt know, bite my finger or something?ā Wind Runner said nervously, taking a step back in apprehension. āThe neckās kinda close to my, um, everything.ā
āLike I said, last resort. Thisās a delicate operation, I wouldnāt want one of these breakinā off inside of ya.ā Galvatron said, taking a step forward, his fangs bared in demonstration. āI promise tābe gentle. I would never hurt ya, you trust me, right?ā
āYeahā¦ā Wind Runner took another step back instinctually, only for his back to butt up against the trunk of one of the jungle trees. āYeah. I trust you.ā
āGood. Weāre on the same team here. Itāll be better if I have enough energy to fight, so you donāt have to do all the defendinā, right?ā The little smile on his lips only looked all the more ominous as one purple hand reached up to tilt his head up, baring his neck and all of its cabling for Galvatron to access. āThisāll only take a moment, just donāt think about it too hard, ālright?ā
Wind Runner opened his mouth to say something. But the words died in his throat as two pinpricks of steel plunged in, sinking into the soft mesh of his fuel lines, and Galvatron began to drink.Ā
He could see, out of the corner of his optics, the particles of energon slithering from his frame to his companionās, accompanying a new, peculiar feeling, of fuel flowing from his frame, up and out through the puncture not unlike the disappointing vertigo of energon loss after a failed challenge, but much more localized, and much, much more dizzying. He was suddenly quite thankful for the tree behind him, bracing his back against something heavy and stable while his partner refueled, the hot pressure of those fangs stabbing into his neck dissipating into an uncomfortable ache.
He hated this sensationāworried that one small movement, and those fangs would tear a hole in his most delicate lines that could not be patched, that he was being held at the complete mercy of his fellow dragon, as vulnerable as he could ever be. And Galvatron was so close, his body almost completely pressed up against his, so much so that he could hear the quiet suction of his oral siphons swallowing up his precious fuel, bit by bit, level by level.
Scrap, his levels. He glanced up from Galvatron to his HUD and he wasālevel 3? That was enough, Galvatron had already taken too much, and he tried to will his mouth open to warn the dragon, but like the energon in his frame, even that willpower siphoned away, replaced by a cold, heavy draping feeling of fear. If he even tried to talk, it might exacerbate the holes in his fuel line, tearing them loose. And what if Galvatron simply didnāt pull away? But he trusted Galvatron, didnāt he? Why couldnāt he place his faith in the mechāwhy was he so uneasy about this?
His energon levels dropped to 2, and the uncomfortable sensation of fuel being pulled through the wound grew ever more dizzying, as his knees started to shake. But he could not fallāhe could feel his partnerās frame pressed against his body, holding him aloft, feel the blazing stare of yellow optics on his frame, the mouth around his neck heating his metal hot as a foundry. He managed to muster up just enough strength to bring his arm up carefully, shakily, and grab Galvatron by the shoulder, tapping him twice in desperation, a silent plea to stop, please stop, hoping heād take the hint.Ā
And yet Galvatron did not stop. Why did it feel like heād leaned closer? Wind Runner gasped through his vents, a silent, strangled scream for help, fingers scrabbling desperately against the dragonās arm plating. His vision was going blurry. That really, really wasnāt goodāhe was in trouble. He might black out, he thought through muddled panic, with that feeling of vertigo only growing by the second. He needed Galvatron to stop, the edges of blackness creeping into his HUD, which was flashing urgent, red warning signs across every inch that he could barely even readā
And as quick as it had been forced upon him, those fangs retracted with the rest of his companionās body, and his frame dropped from its place against the tree to the floor in a heap, just barely clinging to consciousness. The purple frame of his companion blurred in and out of view for a minute, and then another, till finally it stooped down into his vision as his optics began to focus again.
āYou alright down there?ā
āY-youāā Wind Runner would have kicked the bot in the shins if he had the energy to. It was taking all that he had not to cuss the mech out in a tirade of frenzied profanities. āYou took too much.āĀ
Galvatronās optics widened in some form of concern. āAw, did I? Iām sorry, Windā, Iā I really didnāt mean to, I mustāve got caught up in it, Iām really, really sorryā¦ā
If heād had more energon, or even less, perhaps he would have had it in him to stay mad. But there was nothing left inside Wind Runner to fight back, and Galvatronās piteous keenings filled the void in him, till there wasnāt enough of that terror left in him to be angry about it. He really did seem remorseful, as he extended a hand, pulling him to his pedes shakily.Ā
āMgh. āS the last time youāre ever going to do an energon transfer like that with me. I feel awful.ā He looked at his HUD again. Level 1. He was all but out of energon nowānot enough to feel comfortable flying back in dragon form. The prospect of a nice swim in the ocean tile felt like a distant idea. āYou took me down to Level 1.ā
āI really didnāt mean it. Next time, tell me if Iām gettinā you low, alright?ā His companion crooned, patting him on the shoulder heavily. Somehow Wind Runner didnāt quite believe he meant either of those statements fully, but Galvatron was already turning away, gesturing him forth back towards the path through the jungle, and he didnāt have it in him to argue back. Not now, at least. āHere, Iāll lead this time and look out for trouble. Thereās a dungeon in this tile we need to find, and I donāt figure itāll be an easy trek. Keep close, wonātcha? Wouldnāt want you gettinā lostā¦ā
āYeah,ā the triple-changer said. āIāll be right behind you.ā