Home.

"I'm home."

She sits there, under the eternal blanket of night that covers Cyberton and she drifts away as if on a cloud.

"It's been so long. Since I was a child. But I'm home."

Time, Botanica realizes, is linear, flowing from one end to the other. This moment was predestined by some great cosmic maker. As is the next moment and the one after. Time is long and rigid, yet flows as smoothly as milk. It's a paradox of sorts.

"Everything has built up to this moment, where do I go next? What do I do?"

She looks into the stars and suddenly, she knows.

"Unicron."

Yes, Unicron. His face has stared down upon Cybertron for an eternity. If anyone knows it is him. But how? How does she garner his help?

A voice calles from the darkness, with an answer. "Hi there, Botanica."

She turns around and is disappointed but she hides it. "Oh, hello. Nightscream, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, that's me. I just wanted to tell you that if you need anything, I'm right here. I know what it's like to be the new person too."

She knows what he wants, it's all too obvious. The bird has his spider and the cat has the rat...but for the flying rodent, there is no-one.

Softly, she asks, "It get's lonely, doesn't it?"

His eyes answer before he manages to collect his words. "Yeah, it sure does."

"Sit by me."

He's only too happy to oblige. "Beautiful night, eh? I remember when I was young, I would sit out here all night, staring into the eternal depth of space."

"When you were young? Why, how old are you now?"

He takes umbridge at the question. "I'm old enough! I--I mean I--."

A gentle touch to his leg calms him down. "Old enough."

She gets a smile out of him.

"Yeah...old enough."

She leans over him. Pressing against his shoulders, motioning him to lie down. "Let's see how old you are, hm?" He closes his eyes and smiles. The tuft of hair protrudig from his head curls up as Botanica interfaces, accessing his hard drive.

"Is this your fist time," asks Botanica?

"With a female," he answers.

The trained muscles in her Stamen contract, reacting to his answer but it's a response that only makes Nightscream moan in ecstatic lust.

"God, oh God!" His lower jaw trembles, his saliva pours down his cheeks.

"Your through-put is tremendous," Botanica says, lying through her teeth.

She lifts him up and pulls an energon wrench from the ground below. She inserts it into his rectum.

"GOD! NO!"

She calms him down. "Just hold it, baby. Just hold it."

Wincing, he aks, "What was that for?"

"Sticking it in, baby, ain't what feels so good. Taking it out on the other hand...." She removes the wrench and his muscles relax.

He makes a slight groan. "Ugh."

"Want me to stick it in again?"

"...yes."

It goes back in again and again and he keeps liking it. He subtly reaches for a petal but gets a whole lot more than he asked for.

"It's okay," she says, "you can taste it."

He tears into her love box, eating the leafy vegetation surrounding it.

She bites her fingers and lets him go at it. After a few moments, she twists around until she meets his fleshy unit. She puts her fingers around its base and she goes down on him as he goes down on her.

Nightscream is young and inexperienced. His seed comes easily.

His seed, as Nightscream will soon find out, is all that Botanica wanted from him.

It rolls down her face, into her nose and throat.

He asks, "Was it good for you, baby?"

"..."

"Baby? Was it good for you?"

He looks at Botanica but only finds a dead husk. He jumps up, terrified. "Oh, God. Oh, God. She's dead!"

A voice answers. "No, not dead."

Nightscream turns around to find something that he wasn't expecting, Botanica with the energon wrench. She uses it to break his skull. He hits the ground, dead.

"This will be a good feast," she thinks. "Yes, a very good feast indeed."

End Part One.