From the Abyss Edit
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Author's Notes: I have been known to defy all sense of cannon and decency (in my writing as well as my life) and I find that this is soon to be reflected in this story. This is the edited and retitled version of my story "From the Abyss", featuring Winnifred Malloy and Megan Tron (read and you will find out).
Warnings: If you are easily offended, believe that cannon pairings should not be messed with, have anything against homosexuality, paraphilia and/or cross-dressing, I advise you to not read this story.
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Winnifred thought he was an observant young man. Most found him unnerving with his constantly closed eyes, scars on his eyelids and cutting across his brows making it look like he had long, jagged eyelashes, but thinking that because he couldn't see them he couldn't know what they were feeling was a completely unfounded assumption. Voices told more than faces, in his humble opinion. Most people were often rather… put off by Winnifred, with not only his eyes, but with his face. He had a childish face, his cheeks slightly hollowed from lack of food and his skin pale as porcelain. His brunette hair was unruly and often uncombed. Winnifred usually only wore black, seeing as it was the easiest color to cover up stains with. His friends had often told him that he had stains on his other clothes and so he had begun to wear black, no one could see stains on black anyway. Winnifred's teeth were also much longer than most humans, not exactly buck toothed, but when he smiled it was a bit disturbing to see the long, straight teeth grinning at them from thin lips. So it was a surprise to Winnifred a deep voice behind him spoke to him directly.
"You, boy." Winnifred paused before turning slowly, his red tipped cane tapping on the sand, searching for obstacles. The voice was low, gravelly with a sort of metallic twang to it. Odd. "Over here."
The silent human slowly walked towards where he estimated the docks were. Galveston wasn't famous for its beaches, like Miami, the beaches were often littered with shells, driftwood, seaweed and sometimes debris from old boats that had been caught in storms. Winnifred often came to this particular beach because it was famous (to him at least) for providing bits of metal and excellent shells for making art out of. Winnifred's cane made the soft sound of metal touching sand for a few more paces before the cane hit something with a hollow clang.
"Hmmm…" Winnifred hummed to himself as he stepped forward, feeling over the surface. It was warm, steam was pouring off of it as waves ebbed and flowed over the metal surface. A dull hum of machinery made Winnifred quirk an eyebrow. Not many machines could stand being stagnant in water for too long, they'd corrode and rust, circuitry being exposed to the elements causing them to slowly die.
"Help me, human." The plates beneath his hands moved with the words and Winnifred pulled back.
"What are you?" The boy asked, reaching out tentatively now.
"I am Lord Megatron of the planet Cybertron, leader of the Decepticon armies." Winnifred frowned and would have blinked if he was able.
"How big are you?" There was a soft whirr that no regular human could have heard and Megatron spoke again. "In human measurements I am twenty-five feet tall and ten feet wide."
Winnifred frowned at that. No way he could carry this creature.
"Can you walk?"
"Not very far." Megatron's gravelly voice cut out into static for a moment before he forced himself to speak again. "I need to get out of this water."
Winnifred paused, thinking. His home was about two miles away, on the outskirts of Galveston. Basically it was an abandoned warehouse remodeled into a home, using the main office as a bedroom and the employee break room as the kitchen.
"My home isn't far, and the road is fairly deserted." Winnifred stated, touching the other being's face. "If you can walk to it then I can better care for you there."
Though what he would do to take care of a huge mechanical being that he couldn't see was irrelevant at the time. The least he could do would be to shoot it. Put it out of its misery.
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Megatron groaned as he collapsed on the ground of the warehouse, careful to avoid laying on the squishie that had rescued him. He'd been lying in the water for days with no one coming by; when he had heard the human he had desperately hoped that the human would help him despite his hatred for the weak organic things.
"Are you alright? Megatron?" The human was obviously blind because he used that funny little cane and the closed eyes were scarred on the eyelids. Winnifred, as the human had introduced himself as was incredibly aware of himself and where he was.
"Just sore." Megatron grunted and shifted. "I also have some water in my systems." Winnifred paused before turning and going into a small room separated from the main area that Megatron was occupying.
"I think I can dry off some of you." The human's voice sounded and Megatron rebooted his optics. The tiny human boy was climbing onto his chest, wobbling clumsily with a large towel in hand. Most of the water had dripped out from the walk, but there was still a little bit of condensation on the outer armor and Megatron's spark chamber. Winnifred knelt down and ran the shammy towel down Megatron's chest, causing the giant to clench his jaw. The chest was the most sensitive part of a transformer's body, and to have long dormant pleasure nodes stimulated was nothing short of absolutely wonderful. Winnifred felt the tensing of chest plates as he explored the body with his hands, fascinated by it. It was like a huge metal statue, not that much unlike Winnifred's own pieces of art.
"Ughn!" Megatron arched his back when the slim body trailed lower, accidentally kneeing the place where pelvis and abdomen joined. Winnifred jumped and looked up.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No." The voice was low with something and Winnifred trembled at the vibrations moving through his legs. A deep purring noise made the human cock his head to the side curiously. "Lower." Megatron ordered and the young man moved lower. Because of the size difference, Winnifred's body spread nicely over the mech's abdomen and chest, igniting sensors and causing the mechanical giant to groan in pleasure.
Well, this was an interesting turn of events. Winnifred smirked devilishly before tracing his fingers on the chestplates, making strange designs and patterns, tapping his fingers in a staccato rhythm.
"So… The giant robot is sensitive…" Megatron growled at the teasing but couldn't find it in his mind to tell the damnable little squishie to STOP.
Suddenly a burst of energy from Megatron's spark crackled over the hot armor, making Winnifred gasp and arch, the electric shot igniting his nerves with pleasure. The giant robot groaned and arched slightly, causing the human to latch onto the armor tightly until the overload disappated.
"Wh-what was that?" Winnifred asked, trembling as he held onto the large robot. His hands still tingled and he was pretty sure that his hair was singed from the surge of energy.
Megatron looked down at the smaller male, seeing that the brown hair was spiked and looked singed at the tips. The sight would have been comical if the Warlord wasn't still incredibly aroused. And the small, warm body pressing against his chest and abdomen wasn't making the arousal go away.
"Humans call it an orgasm." Winnifred paused before his face flushed in embarrassment. He had just given a giant alien robot the equivalent of a blowjob. "And it was one of the best I've had in eons." A very OLD giant alien robot. Winnifred cleared his throat and slid off of Megatron, moving to escape to his room.
"Well, I'll just be going to – eep!" Winnifred gasped as something huge, warm and metal wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to the robot.
"Without a proper thank you?" Megatron purred, purred like a pleased cat. And Winnifred was a trapped little mouse.
"I – I don't need a thank you! I re-really don't!" Winnifred pulled away, trying to struggle out of the firm grip. A claw trailed over the human's neck and chest and Megatron chuckled at the alarmed expression. "L-let me go!"
"But, Winnifred, I would be deeply offended if you refused my thanks…" Megatron's claw tugged the human's shirt off and Winnifred squeaked, covering his chest with his hands.
"Not to be offensive, but I'd much prefer it if you'd – ooh!" Winnifred moaned as Megatron opened his hand and trailed that large claw gently over his pelvis, the human bucking into the metal claw against his will.
Two thoughts warred in his mind as he sat there: If I don't have sex with him he'll kill me. If I do have sex with him, then I have just copulated with an alien who destroyed half of Mission City and is probably on the government's hit-list. If the government knew he was alive… Which they don't… And they won't find out unless he tries to blow up something…
"If I would what?" Megatron purred, removing the tight pants and boxers. Winnifred gritted his teeth and fisted his hands, arching and trying to stop his voice from getting out of control.
"Go to Hell you fucking bastard." Winnifred hissed at the robot, but Megatron merely smirked.
"Such a dirty mouth…" Megatron purred, leaning forward. "Organics are such filthy creatures…" Winnifred suddenly felt something warm and smooth trailing over his body, a thin liquid making him shudder. Had he just? Megatron smirked as he licked the boy again, actually taking the slim body into his mouth and sucking on the sweet flesh. "You taste so filthy…"
Winnifred moaned at the feeling, whining and arching, latching onto Megatron's nose-like protrusion as the robot licked between his legs. "W-what are you… Uuhhmmm." Winnifred dragged his short nails down Megatron's face, lacing his fingers in his own hair and arching his hips into the cavernous mouth. He was so close… Ssssooooo closssssse… At some point the blind boy began to wonder whether there should be a small voice telling him that this was sick, perverted, wrong and too fast, but he soon came to the conclusion that either that little voice was sitting with a beer watching this and getting a good jack off, or had left him a long time ago.
Megatron suddenly pulled away, replacing Winnifred in his hand, a thin trail of lubricant hanging from his mouth, the pale pink liquid covering Winnifred's lower half as he writhed in Megatron's hand.
"Beg for it." The warlord growled and Winnifred gritted his teeth defiantly.
"Go to hell." Megatron smirked and slipped the very tip of his glossa into Winnifred's mouth, stroking the organic's mouth gently as it moaned. Pulling away, Megatron was pleased to hear a soft whine of protest.
"Beg for it and I'll finish you off; refuse and I'll leave you like this with no way to finish yourself." Megatron purred, pressing his glossa to Winnifred's stomach. Winnifred arched and writhed before finally moaning and giving in.
"Meg-gatron… Please! Please, touch me!"
"Louder." Megatron growled and – oh fuck, Winnifred could feel the vibrations!
"Megatron! Please!" At the sound of Winnifred's voice, heavy with need and lust, Megatron smirked and leaned down, pressing his glossa between Winnifred's thighs and sending the human crashing over the edge.
Megatron stared at the limp, naked body cradled in his hand and purred to himself. Perhaps not all squishies were so bad.
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