#found a dustyfucker moot on both IG and twt and got inspired

[valkresdarkside]

Some nsfw drabbles I wrote while working, a build-up chapter for one of my Blewd ideas but the one getting lewded in this part is Dusty so beware 🙏

And for the terms here, I borrowed some TF fandom's terms and changed it slightly.

Coremate would be the equivalent of sparkmate in TF, where two sparks/cores are permanently connected through a special form of bond as a sign that they're having a committed romantic relationship. It allows two vehicles to send their feelings, thoughts, memories, etc through their bond, and they can block their own sides to prevent anything from their part to surge through the bond. Losing a coremate would cause intense pain for the partner, since their cores are practically one, and it often leads to death.

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It had been a week since Dusty had gone missing. Blade landed on the Lodge's helipad to meet a tired-looking Corsair.

"Any news?" the helo asked as he rolled closer. The warbird shook his front weakly. He hadn't slept at all since the ex-cropduster went missing in the middle of a race through the Atlantic ocean, searching for the air tractor without any rest. He's only here now because the Jolly Wrenches ensured him that they'd help with the search mission, and that consulting Dusty's coremate and other mentor—Blade Ranger—would be a good idea.

To be honest, Blade wasn't doing that well either. He couldn't get through his and Dusty's bond connection. Dusty got his side blocked and silenced as Blade kept sending pulses of concern, sadness, and questions of his whereabouts. It was like...

It was like Dusty didn't want to be found at all.

On the positive side, the bond was still there, which means that the air racer was still alive. That much, Blade can promise the Corsair.

Blade sat there as he nudged a can of oil towards the Corsair. "You need to eat."

Hesitantly, Skipper accepted the oil, only taking small sips as he felt sick in the stomach.

"I'll arrange for your stay until Dusty returns."

***

"You've got a mail!" Maru waved a sheet of paper when the fire chief rolled into the main hangar. Blade raised an eyelid. He barely knows anyone who'd send things to him, let alone personal mails.

Maybe it was from Dusty?

He rolled into his own quarters before opening the mail with his teeth.

"September 10th. 1800. 44.1374773, -124.1281372. Tell no one if you don't want the plane to get hurt."

***

Against his better judgement, Blade complied to the letter. He found himself landing near an old lighthouse, hours away from Piston Peak. He didn't tell anyone about this, even when he asked Windlifter to take his place in the command chain.

He pushed the lighthouse's door open.

"Ah, there you are."

A small Cessna was parking herself inside. She looked completely harmless, and there was no signs of Dusty.

"He's not here," she chuckled, as if she could read Blade's mind. "I'll take you to him."

She pushed a button on the wall and a door to the basement opened. She nudged Blade, telling him to go inside.

So he did.

After several minutes of rolling down the path, he was greeted by a sight that made his core ache and filled with rage.

Dusty was there, covered with scars and cuts. He had his left wing snapped off as his right one was heavily damaged. His eyes were shut in pain as a black AW101 was mounting him, forcing himself into the small plane's valve, while several other aircrafts nibbled and licked his damaged frame. Dusty's sobs and cries of pain echoed in the room.

Blade didn't think at all as he rammed his own body against the H155 who was licking Dusty's canopy.

"GET OFF MY PARTNER!" he roared.

Dusty's eyes snapped open in horror as he heard a voice he recognized. "Blade?! No, no, no, please, get out of here!"

Blade shot Dusty a confused look before stancing himself to ram against the AW101. "As if I'd leave you."

"They're after you! Please, just go!" Dusty begged as he opened his side of the bond. Blade's core skipped a beat as the connection was filled with overwhelming mixed pulses.

Then something hit him, pushing him back several meters, and he gasped as something heavy pushed him onto the ground. His landing gears snapped off due to the immense weight, and he hissed in pain. But his fight wasn't done yet, and he activated his rotor. The aircraft above him groaned in pain before they bit into the main rotor forcefully and ripped it off.

Blade's audial nodes could barely register Dusty's screams as they became filled with ringing noises. He slowly felt himself losing consciousness.

Not yet... Please... I need to save him...

Then the world turned pitch black.

***

Blade could hear pained sobs. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes blurry and audial nodes barely activated.

His gaze met Dusty's teary eyes. The airtractor was pinned under a Sea Stallion as the much bigger helo released his seed into the poor plane's valve, filling his hopper with the sticky liquid. His side of the bond was filled with pain and fear.

Blade tried to move, only to find that he's stuck there, without his landing gears nor rotor. He could only watch in terror helplessly as the bigger helo pulled himself out of his coremate's swollen valve, dripping as his hopper's capacity had long met its limit.

"Stop... this..." Blade hissed, his frames still hurting from the previous assault. "Don't hurt him..."

He attempted to soothe Dusty by sending comforting pulses through his bonds, trying to not let any negative feelings of his get through the connection.

Share some of your pain with me. Please.

Dusty stared at him hesitantly. Blade forced a smile, trying to act tough.

Then the pain hit him like a truck. He hissed as he could feel everything—the scrapes, the torn wings, the filled tank, the bruised valve...

He swore to himself that he'd kill every single vehicles that did this to his mate.

He kept sending reassurance through the bonds, and the effects started to get visible. The sobbing had quieted down. Dusty closed his eyes, not from the pain, but from the warmth that enveloped his core.

The Stallion seemed to notice this. He bit on Dusty's remaining wing—hard enough to receive responses from both captured aircrafts as Blade could feel it through the bond.

"Interesting..." he smirked mischievously. "You guys are bonded, huh?"

"None of your business," Blade snapped.

Chuckling, the Sea Stallion shook his front before smirking again. "Good, that just means I can use more methods to make you suffer, Blazin' Blade."

Blade glared at the nickname. This helo knows about him? "Don't you dare touch him."

"Oh, we may have a problem with that request. First, I've touched him, lots of times, both his outer panels and insides..." the Stallion hummed as he licked Dusty's shaking tail. "Second, he's a great toy and I might keep him for myself."

Dusty sobbed as the captor covered him with licks and bites. His body was visibly shaking with fear, and Blade couldn't do anything but trying to help him mentally through their connection.

Then the Stallion mounted Dusty again before forcing himself into the plane's valve, adding more bruises and scrapes in his tunnel.

Dusty cried. Blade hissed. Both felt the pain of having the helo's huge dick impaling the smaller plane's tanks. Dusty quickly blocked his side of the bond, not wanting to give the sadist what he wanted—Blade's pained reactions.

Blade gasped at the absence of the connection. "Don't—"

Dusty screamed as the previously lessened pain doubled, having no one to share the pain with. His eyes were shut, tears flowed out of his windshield.

"Stop it!" Blade begged, having enough of the sight. "I'll take his place, just, don't hurt him anymore!"

Then the Stallion stopped, his gaze piercing at Blade's desperate eyes. Dusty screamed "don't"s repeatedly below him, yet those pleads had gone unnoticed as the huge helo grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

That was exactly what he wanted.