EROTIC TALES OF CYBERTRON: vol 2
Beware the dweller of the deep:
Megatron and whichever cons were in their underwater base, felt an eerie chill as they heard the sound of unnatural entity from somewhere in the nemesis and it spooked them.
"I'm telling ya, we shouldn't be down here Sir!" exclaimed Swindle, who was promptly smacked upside his helm by Megatron.
"Silence you blithering simpleton!" bellowed the silver con, as he Swindle, and Vortex, investigated the source of the noise.
Suddenly, a wet whip like noise sounded in the dimly lit section of the base, causing Swindle to let out a rather girly scream.
When Vortex tried to help his comrade, to his horror, he found himself bound and held off the ground.
"Wha- what is this!?" yelled the copter, as a long slimy appendage whipped across his aft.
"Ahhhhhh....frag! yelled the interrogator, only for his battle mask to be removed and a another tentacle slithered into his mouth and down his throat; moving in sync with the one whipping the mech's aft.
"Mmmpppf!" mumbled Vortex, as he was choked and whipped at the same time, unable to move while his leader and comrade were bound as well and tormented.
"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough" laughed a voice with a hiss.
Vortex vented with a gasp as the tentacle withdrew from his mouth, only to moan when the tentacle managed to free his spike from its confines and wrapped around it in a tight grip.
"You're a naughty little Decepticon, aren't you!" said the eerie voice, and naughty mech's must be PUNISHED!" it hissed.
The decepticon interrogator howled in agony with every lash of the entity's tentacle, while his mind was bombarded with flashes of his past misdeeds, causing the copter to actually feel some remorse for his previous actions.
Over the next earth hour or so, Vortex screamed with every strike, each one burned like the sizzling heat of an electro-whip; while the firm grip on his spike had eased up somewhat and gave him some relief.
"Primus! p-please....s-stop I'm sorry for what I've done" sobbed the copter in a tired voice.
Hmmm....while I don't that you've learned your lesson quite yet, I'll be merciful and release you" said the voice.
And darkness overtook the copter.
When Vortex awoke, the entity was gone, but his aft stung like the pit.
Looking around, he saw no trace of either the jeep or Megatron, and it was if they were never even with him to begin with.
"Primus my fraggin aft hurts" said the copter as he walked on down the long and empty corridor, trying to make sense of what just happened, but was unable to think properly.
Vortex wasn't sure what the frag happened to him, but he knew one thing, and that was; he was never going to be cruel to anybot ever again.
Least he be visited by the entity.
Be careful what you say:
Ratchet was in a rather foul mood, there were several bots in medbay and the power seemed to be on the fritz, and a troublesome mech was pestering him at every turn. But for some reason, the Autobot CMO was at peace in some weird way.
"PRIMUS DAMMIT!" exclaimed the old medic as one bot flat lined and another was trying to move around, "uhh...Ratch...is this a bad to time? asked Prowl as he flinched at how utterly pissed the medic was at having been interrupted.
"No Prowl, its a swell time to ask me for something, it isn't like I have mech's dying on me or anything!" said Ratchet sarcastically.
"I don't mean to be rude, but unless you have serious injury, kindly GET THE FRAG OUT OF MY MEDICAL BAY!!!" bellowed the medic.
One of Ratchet's younger patients chuckled at how beaten down Prowl was, and how the cranky old doc had sent him packing with his proverbial tail between his legs. Which earned him a growl of annoyance from the old mech.
"Quiet youngster or I'll-" began the docbot.
"Or what, you'll put me in diapers and spank me!" exclaimed the snotty young mech.
And at that exact moment, the medbay lights flickered and was followed by a strange noise, and the young mech found himself looking up at the old medic; rather that looking at him.
"WHAT IN FRAGGING PIT JUST HAPPENED TO ME!?" bellowed the even smaller and much younger bot.
"Hmmpf....I always said that you behaved like a child, and now your physical form matches how you've been behaving" said Ratchet with mirth.
Ratchet scooped the little mech off the repair bed and carried over to his desk and sat down on the chair, then flopped the little brat of an autobot across his large broad lap and grinned sadistically.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson about how to behave in my medbay" snarled the CMO as he drew back his hand and went to town on the little bot's skidplate.
Smack after smack echoed in the otherwise quiet medby, none of the other bots dared to move as Ratchet administered his special brand of medicine for troublesome bots, the old medic remained quiet during the punishment.
The old medic walloped the plating off the crying mech's aft for a good five minutes, before removing the sobbing bot off his lap and the held him to his chest, humming quietly while rubbing the mechling's bottom.
"Well...son did you learn anything from all this?" asked Ratchet in a fatherly or rather grandfatherly way.
Just as all this was happening, the mech had reverted back to his normal size and age, while still in the CMO's lap.
After that day, not a word was spoken about what went down.
Though Ratchet hated punishing bots in such a way, the old medic was glad that that it happened, because he had wanted to tan the brat's aft for a long time; and wasure that Primus was involved in some way.
When nature calls:
All mechs, bots and cons alike had to void their waste tanks. Of course, nobody expected it to happen in the middle of a battle, and Ratchet's waste tank was in the red and was about to burst.
"RATCHET LOOK OUT!" exclaimed Prime as a missile was launched at him from the air, the medic dove to the ground and the impact caused his full tank to spill out and pooled on the ground.
"Ahahaha! look at the poor little baby, Prime's medic totally wet himself" laughed an Eradicon, which caused the other cons to start laughing at the medic's misfortune as well much to Opimus and Megatron's shock.
"Optimus old friend, this battle is over, take your medic and go" said the Decepticon leader in a very rare moment of kindness that Prime wasn't about to waste.
"AUTOBOTS! roll out" he said as they looked at each other for a brief moment, before transforming and headed back to base.
About halfway there, Ratchet stopped and transformed, the need to void was beyond his ability to control, and he went into the forest to take care of business; brassy farts being let lout every so often.
Bumblebee gave a series of beeps and clicks that sounded a bit like laughter, "Bee! its not funny, Ratchet's an old mech and he can't control his functions like he used to" chided Bulkhead in a scolding tone.
"I HEARD THAT THAT OLD MECH REMARK, BULKHEAD!" snapped Ratchet from somewhere nearby.
"You like this don't you, you perverted little slagger!" said Ratchet as he had released his spike and pissed on a horny Eradicon that was kneeling before him, letting out a much needed old mech fart as he emptied his waste tank.
Bumblebee chirped and clicked with mirth, and shrunk back when the medic yelled at him.
"I heard that BUMBLEBEE! and just be glad that I don't spank you" yelled the medic with a bit of amusement.
"Ooohhh.... I could go for a spankin about now" said one of the Eradicons with a touch of arousal in his voice.
"I bet you could, Decepticon" said Ratchet as he finished pissing and retracted his spike and closed the panel, before setting his gun to stun and shot the two cons before rejoining the rest of the team.
When the cons returned to the airship, Knockout walked into view, "why do you smell like piss?" asked the red medic.
"Well...uhhh...P-prime's medic peed on me" replied the Eradicon miner.
"Oh well...that's nice, come in for your-" began Knockout.
"Wait, Ratchet urinated on you!" shrieked the vain medic.
"Well...then I might just have to pay him a little visit" said Knockout.
Contrary to what Megatron and the others believed, Knockout loved getting pissed on, and maybe if he played his cards right, he could could get his rival in a diaper.
Because Ratchet would look good in a diaper, at least that's what the red medic thought.