It was a really fucking rainy day in some really shitty place where this really sad female OC lived. You expected "a warm, sunny summer afternoon," didn't you? WELL NOT IN THIS EROTIC PIECE OF SHIT FANFICTION. So the female OC's name is Cuntbag, and she really loved transformers. Like, she had a body pillow of Knock Out and humped it every time she went to bed. She humped it in her sleep too. She only saw prime though, so I guess you could say she doesn't know shit about Transformers. Anyway, a shooting star appeared the night she went to bed. While humping Knock Out, she saw it and said while having sex with the pillow,
"I wish transformers were reeeaaaallll….Oh Knock Out…."
The next day, she woke up and her period blood was everywhere. Knock Out was covered in it.
"Oh Knock Out, I'm so sorry! Please don't blame me, blame the tampon, it…."
She looked at the unopened box of tampons.
"Didn't work! Please don't blame me! PLEASE!" She yelled.
Knock Out said nothing because he was a pillow. A pillow soaked in blood. Blood from Cuntbag's vagina. Anyway, Cuntbag took Knock Out downstairs to put in the washing machine.
"Don't worry Knock Out, it'll be okay, your rims will be shiny and new in about an hour!" She said gleefully as she put the pillow in the washing machine.
She turned it on and went into the kitchen to get a drink. She drinks oil, because she believes she's a techno organic, when in reality she's slowly damaging her body because she only drinks oil.
"This oil is really good!" She said as she gulped a bottle of car oil down.
For the rest of the day she spent her time looking at Transformers ships and crying. At the end of the day, she went to get Knock Out when she heard a car turn off outside.
"Oh shit, is an autobot outside? He better not be here to kill my Knock Out!" Cuntbag said as she opened her window.
It was….KNOC K OUT!
"OH MY PRIMUS!" She screamed as she ran downstairs and went outside.
She was still in her blood-soaked pajamas, but that could be dealt with later. He was right there in front of her. Red paint, shiny rims.
"Knock Out, is that really you?" Cuntbag asked quietly.
"A human knows who I am? Oh well, you look like one fine-ass human. What is your name, human?" Knock Out asked.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE" Cuntbag squealed.
"My name's Cuntbag!" She said in excitement.
"Lovely name, Cuntbag. Would you like to….Take a ride?" Knock Out asked.
Cuntbag just look at him for a second. A ride INSIDE Knock Out? Yes!
"YES PLEASE!" She replied in delight.
Knock Out opened his door and Cuntbag got in.
"If you don't mind, can you put on your seatbelt? I am tired today due to serious medical procedures on Megatron." Knock Out said.
Cuntbag instantly put on her seatbelt.
"Tighter." Knock Out said quickly. "Wh-what?" Cuntbag asked confused. She never knew Knock Out was a horny robot. Can robots even be horny?
"I said, tighter. Make your seatbelt tighter." Knock Out repeated.
Cuntbag just realized that Knock Out isn't just horny, but wants her to be his…sex slave? Would it even be a sex slave? Isn't it, torture slave or something? Either way, Cuntbag complied because she LOVES getting tortured by robots, even though it had never happened before.
"Oh yes….A little bit tighter please…" Knock Out said.
Cuntbag made it tighter.
"Oh yes!" Knock Out screamed in delight.
He was clearly enjoying this. "Tighter!" He ordered.
Cuntbag was enjoying this as well, so she complied once more.
"OH PRIMUS YESSSSS!" Knock Out screamed.
He transformed without warning, and Cuntbag was now strapped to his rod.
His METAL rod.