peppymint1986 | half baked plunnie (Reply)

As the title said, this is a half baked story idea. So half baked I am not even going to add it to my collection as I have no idea where it is going. I would post it at the tf-bunny farm but well, I am sure you all remember my rants on that subject so I won't repeat them. Feel free to adopt this, just send me a line first so I can read it once it is done. Just no non-con or jumping into bed immediately.

"Starscream!" Megatron growled at the lack of response. As if it wasn't bad enough that the entire Decepticon army, including him, had somehow been turned into worthless organics, the seeker just had to be up to his usual tricks. "Where is my worthless Second in Command?"

A head covered in raven black hair popped up from beneath one of the consuls. "He locked himself in one of the storage closets. At least," Skywarp added scratching his head. "I think it was 'Screamer." All he had really seen was a slender figure and a flash of red hair. It had been dark, and human optics, err eyes, were pretty much useless under those conditions.

Clenching his jaw, the large man walked down the corridor, making absolutely no effort to disguise his ire. Former mechs scattering to get out of his way, human or not, Megatron still cut an impressive figure. "Starscream," he ordered banging on the door. "Come out of there right now." Silence. "Don't make me come in there after you," the warlord's voice had taken on a dangerous edge.

Dark Gray eyes narrowed as Megatron punched in the override code. Snarling as he realized his Second had shoved something against the door. "Starscream!" Bracing himself, he gave an almighty shove, smiling grimly as he heard a high pitched yelp from within. "Now," he ordered stepping into the room. "Explain yours . . ."

The tyrant's voice trailed off as he observed the figure sprawled on the floor. The undeniably female figure sprawled on the floor. Crimson strands of hair littered the ground, left where they had fallen after Starscream had hacked off what she could, tying the rest back. Bandages were wrapped tightly around her chest. It only took Megatron a moment to figure out what the ex-jet had been trying to do, and it probably would have worked, assuming Starscream had been able to locate a loose enough shirt.

Swallowing hard, the seeker carefully rose to her feet, backing away from the much larger figure. Starscream had never expected her secret to be revealed this way. Most of the time she didn't even think about her true sex. Femmes were expected to stay at home, raise sparklings, and flutter their optics attractively at their mates. Despite being on opposite sides, she had been impressed how Elita-1 and the rest of the female autobots had rallied themselves to oppose Shockwave. However, the moment Prime and his mechs had returned, the redhead inwardly snorted. Useless.

Starscream had decided long ago that she wanted more than that, which is how her charade had begun. It hadn't been that hard, some changes to her outer armor and a tweak to her vocalizer had been all that was required. Well, that and spreading a number of rumors that discouraged other mechs from getting too close, if you know what I mean. It was true she was smaller than the other seekers, but not so small to raise any eyebrows as the humans said.

Now though, the redhead swallowed hard. "Lord Megatron I. . ." She winced as his hand clamped over her arm like a steel vice, pulling her forward. "What are you doing?" she screeched. "Let go!" The ex-jet struggled in her leader's arms, acutely aware of their differences in height; Megatron towered head and shoulders over her. Digging in her heels as they approached the door. "No! My lord, please." She tried to hit him, only for the dark haired man to easily catch her fist.

However, Megatron did pause, taking in her barefoot form. Looking at the tears which were forming in her bright blue eyes, face surrounded by bits of hair that had escaped the tie during their struggle, not to mention the lack of shirt. Something twisted inside the ex-gunformer as he imagined dragging her through the halls in such a state. The tyrant abruptly released her, ordering his Second to get dressed.

Starscream didn't hesitate. Picking up the closest shirt and buttoning it all the way to her chin with trembling fingers before returning to the other's side.

As for his part, the Lord of the Decepticons frowned when he noticed the red marks forming on the redhead's wrist. An expression that only deepened when he realized what had caused them. These human bodies were so fragile.

"Master," Starscream's voice was soft as she risked a look at her lord's face.

"Yes my Second."

The redhead took a shuttering breath, that he referred to her as such was a good sign. "What are you going to do to me?"

For a long time Megatron was silent, before he reached out to grasp the seeker's arm, more gently this time as he led her from the room. "I have not yet decided."