Megatron sighed in boredom as he relaxed in his throne. Today was a ten-year anniversary of the Decepticons taking Cybertron from the Autobots and NAILs. They thought Megatron was dead and he made them paid for their hubris. When he took control, they immediately placed them in a prison and sent a fake transmission to Optimus to come back, making it look like an Autobot transmission. When he came in, they quickly shot his ship down and captured him and his crew. Then, there was the Lost Light, which Megatron thankfully had a plan for.

"Yes, Lord Megatron?" Tarn asked as him and Megatron looked at each other through a screen.

"Tarn, we captured Cybertron and Optimus is ours," Megatron told him.

"So I heard. Well done," Tarn complimented.

"Yes, but we're not quite done yet. There's a large amount of Autobots on a ship called The Lost Light and I need you to capture them for me… alive, preferably," the leader told him.

"Alive, Lord Megatron? I think you're asking the wrong people for that," Tarn told him. "May I recommend some others?"

"Maybe so, but I need someone to strike fear in there sparks. I can't think of anyone better than my loyal DJD," Megatron told him confidently.

"Hmm, well, that is true," Tarn agreed before giving a sigh. "Fine, we'll do it. Could be a nice change of pace."

"Good. Also, it should be noted that Drift is on the ship as well," Megatron told him.

"Then we'll have to kill him," Tarn told him.

"And I'm giving you the order to let him live," his leader told him.

"He's a turncoat."

"And I'm telling you to hold off for once. Explain to them what's happened here on Cybertron. That they lost and we're cleaning up. There's two choices they can make: give up and be brought to Cybertron unharmed, including the traitors, or resist and all will be killed by you," Megatron ordered him.

"I don't like this," Tarn told him, sounding slightly perturbed.

"We won, Tarn. We can show some mercy for once."

"I can't remember the last time we did that."

"I don't either," Megatron admitted, "but it's time to calm down." Tarn stared at him through the screen, the mask not betraying his thoughts, before he spoke.

"Can we still kill the other traitors?"

"Yes, but not Drift."

"Fine," Tarn agreed. "We'll just make sure the next traitor we find suffers twofold to make up for Drift's survival."

"Just bring Drift here, alive and in one piece, as well as the rest of the Lost Light."

"No promises. It all depends on whether they're willing to surrender."

As it turns out, they were willing to surrender, after the DJD fired a few shots at their ship, crippling it. The DJD brought The Lost Light with them to Cybertron and dropped them off as prisoners as well as sent the ship to the shipyard, allowing the owners to do whatever they want with it. Megatron recalled the ship having been put up for auction a couple of years ago and was bought by Swindle for a good amount of money. After that, The Decepticons needed to find a way… to keep the Autobots under control… and prevent them from rebelling…

"Gah!" Megatron yelled as he suddenly overload. He gave a sigh before he tilted his head down to see Optimus Prime, cybersissified and dressed up in his maid uniform. The former leader of the Autobots pulled out and asked his Master a question.

"Did I do good, Master?" he asked him, transfluid dripping down from his purple, puffy lips.

"Yes, you did," Megatron smiled down at his willing servant, "but you can do better."

"Understood," Optimus agreed as he swallowed the spike again and started sucking. Megatron relaxed as he thought about his servant's transformation and breaking him in.

"Why have you brought me out here, Megatron?" Optimus questioned his archenemy as their helicopter landed in front of a cave in Mutatio Valley. Optimus had his hands bounded behind his back, his legs chained together, and his weapons system removed.

"To be honest, I'm not sure myself based on Galvatron's description," Megatron muttered as he opened the door and forced him out. Standing in front of the cave was Galvatron, waiting with his arms crossed and… something by his side connected to a leash. It looked like some sort of doll with a ballgag in its mouth.

"Hello, Megatron," Galvatron greeted him with a confident smile.

"Hello as well, Galvatron," Megatron greeted him as he looked at the doll like person next to him. "And what the frag is that?"

"Oh, this?" Galvatron asked rhetorically. "This is the new and improved Nova Prime."

"What?!" Optimus asked as Megatron just stared, bewildered.

"Really?" Megatron asked. In response, Galvatron removed the gag in Nova's mouth.

"Tell them how you're feeling," Galvatron ordered him.

"You pile of slag! I'm a Prime and you can't-"Galvatron regagged him before he could really get it on.

"I think that's proof enough," Galvatron told them.

"What have you done to him?!" Optimus questioned.

"Walk with me, Megatron," Galvatron ordered as he walked into the cave, pulling Nova along with him. Megatron glared at him before pushing Optimus along in front of him. They walked inside the cave as Galvatron began explaining. "Nova, Jhiaxus, Bludgeon, and I discovered this cave together on the hunt for resources. This elevator leads to a factory of sorts."

"A factory?" Megatron asked as they reached said elevator and entered inside it before Galvatron pressed the button, making the elevator go down slowly.

"You heard about the missing people in this area?" Galvatron asked them.

"Of course. Thirty of my mechs have gotten missing here," Megatron told him.

"As did fifteen of mine," Optimus agreed.

"Well, you can blame this factory for it, as any intruders who took the wrong path when entering it would be captured and transformed into a cybersissy like Nova over here," Galvatron told them.

"Cybersissy?" Megatron asked.

"In official terms, a cybertronian that has undergo the rubberization to become servants. Now I know what you're thinking: 'What's the rubberization process?' Well, that's a bit more difficult to describe and much easier to show you," Galbatron explained to them.

"That's why you had me brought Optimus here," Megatron realized as the elevator door opened.

"Exactly," he told him as he entered the lobby.

"What? You're not turning me into Nova!" Optimus yelled as he struggled against his bindings only for Megatron to push him in.

"I'm afraid you have no say in this," Megatron told him.

"SIS, keep Optimus restrained and take him to the cleaning room to begin the process," Galvatron ordered.

"Understood," said a voice from the intercom and Optimus suddenly felt a force around him, preventing him from moving.

"What is this?" Optimus asked.

"Tractor beam. Now good-bye," Galvatron waved him off as Optimus was forced through the rooms.

"Who was that voice?" Megatron asked as the three continued on down the halls.

"That's SIS, short for Synthetic Integration Server," Galvatron told him. "He is an advanced VI turned AI over the years that runs this place."

"Is he loyal?"

"Very much. Don't worry, he won't betray his master, right SIS?" Galvatron asked.

"Affirmative," SIS confirmed.

"Right," Megatron muttered before he looked the cybersissified Nova next to him. He was so much more thinner than he originally was, and wearing some odd clothing, and that bulge… "What is that?" Megatron asked as he brought his hand down to Nova's bulge and started groping it, making the maid give unhappy, muffled yells at him.

"Oh, you'll find out soon and please let go. You'll probably have more fun with your Prime," Galvatron told him.

"Hmph, fine," Megatron agreed as they entered the central mainframe room, where Jhiaxus and Bludgeon were waiting.

"Ah, there you are, Megatron. I trust this is a start of a wonderful partnership," Jhiaxus said.

"We'll see, depending on how effective this process is," Megatron told him.

"Oh trust me, I doubted it myself until I saw it. It's an amazing technological process," the scientist told him.

"It's… something," Bludgeon mentioned tersely.

"Huh, well then, I'll have to see this for myself," Megatron said.

"Optimus is coming up on screen right now," Galvatron told him and Megatron watched as he was led into the cleaning room.

Optimus struggled against the tractor beam as he was led into the cleaning room. Almost immediately, water drenched as him as scrubbers with cleaning fluids came over to him and started scrubbing all the stains from his battles and imprisonment away. Buffers came out after that to make sure his frame was well-buffered and some tentacles enter his intake pipe to spray cleaning fluids in there and clean it. He was led inside to the rubberization room and was placed over the vat, frightening the large mech.

The pre-op process started with its second Prime, bringing metal lips over to him and injecting the syringe in them to rubberize them. Clear, plastic screens and speakers were placed on his optics and audials, respectively, so that he could see and hear. From there, they removed his pelvic and aft plate, showing off his spike and valve, embarrassing the noble mech. From there, the arms brought two corsets to him and were wrapped around his chest and neck before thinning both of them by half, making Optimus scream out at pain at each cinch of them gave him a sexy, hourglass figure.

From there, he was lowered down to the vat of black, liquid rubber. Optimus immediately doubled his struggle, but even that wasn't enough to fight back against the invisible force. It wasn't long before his feet touched the cold, sticky substance. He groaned as he felt it slowly going over his body, but he still didn't give up immediately. He didn't cease his struggle until he felt it reaching his spike and valve, making him gasp as the black liquid invaded his body. He couldn't attempt to fight back as he was lowered further down the vat until he was completely covered in it, leaving him to be transformed in the black substance.

After several minutes, he was brought back up, completely black from the liquid dripping off his form. His frame was made much smaller than before, especially his limbs, so that he would look more delicate. His spike was replaced by a large, rubber bulge to keep him from overloading. Warm air enveloped his body to dry all of it out so that it wouldn't be dripping anymore so that the vat could close without being stained.

From there, paint sprayers came out and started painting him up in a bright purple. The arms started by painting stockings up to the center of his thighs before drawing panties and a heart on his bulge and around his valve. Ten lines were drawn in his lower body before an outline of a bra was drawn on with a heart at the center of each cup and a heart at the back for the clasp. They proceeded to paint his entire upper arm before painting five lines on his lower arm before drawing hearts on the palms, back of palms, and each of his knuckles before painting feminine fingernails on him. From there, they drew three lines on his neck before painting his face up, making his lips purple before drawing iris, pupils, eyeshadow, eyebrows, and eyelashes followed by hearts on his cheeks and foreheads.

From there, microscopic cameras and microphones were placed on him before dressing him up in his latex and rubber clothing. Red panties were placed on him followed by corsets to the neck and body to help further trim him up. Red stockings were brought to the tops of his thighs and connected by straps to the corset before purple ballet boots were placed on him, going up to his knees, before the arms set him down on the ground to stand on them in their painful, right angle. Red gloves were slid up his arms to his shoulders followed by a red blouse with sleeves to his wrist before a purple tied was wrapped around his neck and went a fourth down his chest.

A purple dress was place on him, sleeves down to his wrist, bottom down to the center of his thighs, a v-neck collar went a fifth down his chest, and poofs on his shoulders. A red apron was tied around him to reach a fifth down his thigh in a rectangular fashion. A red waist cincher was placed in him and cinched up before a large, red ribbon was placed at the back, the width past his body and the tails reaching his knees. Purple bows were placed on the back of each glove, the four corners of his apron, and one large one at the center of his waist cincher. Red bows were placed at the base of each heel, with six more going up to the top, ten on the sleeves of his dress, and ten around the bottom of his dress. A purple hood with frills was placed on him to go from the bottom of his neck to the top of his head, covering the back and side of his neck as well. A red headband with purple frills was placed on him and red bows on each end of it.

With that, Optimus was left to look in the wall at his humiliation. There he was, all dressed up in purple and red. This permanent, lustful smile on his face, showing he was always ready to pleasure. The corsets having thin his figure to this beautiful hourglass figure. This was not a fate that should befall anyone, much less Optimus Prime.

"Frag," Megatron muttered as the arms proceeded to box Optimus Prime up.

"You like?" Galvatron asked smugly. Megatron didn't answer for a little while before he shook his head to bring him back to reality before answering.

"I must say… yes. Optimus Prime has gotten a substantial improvement," Megatron told him.

"That's what I thought," Galvatron said as Optimus was boxed up. "Come on, let's get him out of the box."

"No, I'll just take him with me as it is," Megatron told him.

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes, I think I want to talk to him in private, no offense, SIS," Megatron told the AI.

"None taken," it said.

"Good. Now, Galvatron, I believe the discovery of this place was a fantastic find. We'll start sending prisoners here to be cybersissified," Megatron told him.

"Excellent," Galvatron said as he stick his hand out and Megatron gladly took it and gave him a firm shake. "Also, if you want, SIS said he could hand us blueprints to build more factories, which will be necessary considering the large amount of prisoners you have, as well as a list of side-effects of the cybersissification."

"True, we do have a lot of prisoners," Megatron nodded as he let go. "I'll take the blueprints and get started on making more."

"Fantastic. Let's keep in touch."

"Gladly."

Megatron carried Optimus in his doll box inside his room and placed him on the ground. He got to work quickly removing the lid, cutting the plastic sheet, and unlocking the metal bonds. It wasn't long before he freed his doll and carried him in a bridal position. "Well, glad to see you're embracing the Decepticon colors," Megatron told him with a smug grin as just attempted to struggle, failed, and glared at him. "Aw, don't be like that. You got a new role, Optimus, and that's to be my servant, Optimus."

"No! I'm not your servant," Optimus told him, his voice light and feminine.

"Aw, your voice sounds so much cuter like that. You're definitely ready to start serving," Megatron told him smugly.

"No, I'm not!" he resisted, sound embarrassed.

"Yes, you are," Megatron insisted before tossing him on his berth on his front before jumping on top of him. "You're mine, Optimus," he hissed as he took his pelvic plate off to reveal his spike, "forever." With that, he penetrated his valve, eliciting a loud scream.

"How you doing, Optimus," Megatron asked Optimus, who was hanging in the air, tied up and upside down.

"I will not break, Megatron," Optimus told him in an attempt to be defiant, although it was hard to do so with his new voice and constant smile.

"Aw, how cute," Megatron said as he placed his hand on the doll's ankles and slid down, making Optimus shuddered as he did so. "Are you enjoying this?"

"No!" Optimus yelled and Megatron chuckled at that.

"We both know you do. No use denying it," Megatron said as he showed off his spike. "Now, open up that mouth of yours."

"Guh!" Optimus groaned as he was on his knees and Megatron forced him to deep-throat him.

"Don't give up prime. I almost got it all the way in," Megatron encouraged him as he sent it in deeper.

"Hmph!"

"Drink it all, Prime," Megatron ordered him as he forced a bottle of transfluids down Optimus's intake pipe as he was tied down. The transfluids were harvested from Rodimus, Ratchet, Jazz, Bumblebee, and Prowl, which made this extra humiliating for him. The substance was hard to swallow and he wanted to puke it back up, but Megatron wouldn't allow that and he kept it in his mouth until it was all down. "There you go," Megatron cooed as he removed the bottle and put a hand on his jaw to keep him from spitting it out. "Swallow," he ordered and Optimus couldn't do anything but obey as he swallow all of the sticky, white fluids. "There, wasn't that bad, see?"

"Ugh… I'll take your transfluids, just not from any of my men, okay?" Optimus requested.

"Hmm, I don't know about that, but you don't have to worry about drinking transfluids from them anymore, as they were all cybersissified today," Megatron told him and Optimus felt his spark shattered at that.

"I'm glad all of you are in attendance today, for the one-year anniversary of the Decepticon victory," Megatron told a crowd of Decepticons as he had Optimus by his side. He looked tired, like Megatron had made sure he never had a day's rest. Thankfully, his cybersissy form helped kept him standing strong. "Today, I decided to give you a gift: a Prime for a day!" Megatron yelled and the crowd roared while Optimus did not like that. "Take him!" he yelled as he pushed Optimus into the crowd and they proceeded to use him accordingly.

"Hello, Astrotrain," Megatron greeted the triple-changer.

"Megatron. Why did you ask me here?" he questioned.

"Think you can stretch out Optimus's valve?" Megatron asked as they turned their attention to the Prime on the berth, who was laying on it, looking tired.

"Hmph, gladly," he said as he took off his plate and went over to the Prime. He didn't resist as Astrotrain grabbed him, took a seat, and pushed him down on the spike, making him yelled out at that, but otherwise, he still didn't resist as Astrotrain pushed him down deeper and deeper onto his spike.

"Who is your master?" Megatron questioned Optimus as the two laid in bed together, Optimus hugging the gray mech.

"You are, Lord Megatron," Optimus admitted.

"What is your duty in life?"

"To be your lowly servant," he answered, making the tyrant grin.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course. You are my master," Optimus told him as he lifted his head up and gave him a long, sensual kiss on the lips before pulling back, a smile on his master face.

"I'm so glad you realize that," Megatron told him, light brushing his side with his hand, earning soft gasps from the Prime.

"I know. I resisted for far too long," Optimus admitted.

"Good, now get on your back. I think I'll be soft on you for once," Megatron told him.

"Of course, master."

"Hmm… good times," Megatron said with a smile. Those times, he had a purpose and a goal. Now, he still does. To be the leader and help guide the world to a much-needed peace. Problem is, this was starting to get boring. He never thought he miss war after fighting in it for so long, but he never realized how boring peace was. He didn't want to go back to war - he knew how bad war could be - but he didn't want to merely sit on his throne. He needed to do something.

"Are you alright, Master?" Optimus asked and Megatron just realized that he stopped sucking him off. He was getting bored with the Prime sucking him off as well now. He desperately needed to do something.

He gave a sigh, before answering, "Honestly, no, my servant."

"Is it my fault?" Optimus asked, not wanting to have his master disappointed in him.

"No, it's the fact that I'm hopelessly bored," he told him as he grabbed a cloth and started wiping himself off.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm failing you," Optimus told him as he stood up and bow to him.

"Do I have to repeat myself? It's not just your fault," Megatron told him as he was done cleaning himself, putting his plate back on, getting up, and walking on over to look out the window to the city. It was noon and the sun was shining down on the bright city. Over ten years' worth of progress in front of him. Iacon was now a beautiful, Decepticon city. This was a city he should've been living in from the start of his existence, not in the pits of Kaon.

"So… what can we do?" Optimus asked as he walked up next to him to look out the window as well.

"I don't know," he admitted. "We rule over the other planets containing cybertronains thanks to supplying the right people, so not that."

"Yes, I remember. We had a fun night each time we successfully took one," Optimus remembered.

"Oh, that's true. Those nights were… euphoric," Megatron admitted. "But now, what should I do?"

"I… don't know, Master. Maybe you should take a break,' Optimus recommended.

"A break?" he asked, turning to look at him.

"Yeah. I'm sure Galvatron and Soundwave can rein everyone in while you're having a break," Optimus told him.

"That… is true, sure, but what can I do?" Megatron asked.

"I'm afraid only you can decide that," his servant told him and Megatron sighed before tilting his head back to look at the sky. It was all clear, the sun was shining from behind his building, and all was good in the world. It was a beautiful kind of boring that Megatron did not like in his current state. It reminded him that he was stuck in this planet. There was nothing more to do here on this planet…

…

…

"Huh, there's an idea," Megatron muttered.

"Hmm? Came up with something, master," Optimus questioned him.

"There's nothing to do on this planet, so… why don't I just leave?" Megatron said .

"Leave? Where to?" he asked, not knowing what he meant.

"Isn't that part of the fun? I'll just take a ship and explore. See if I can find anything," he told him. "That ought to keep me occupy."

"But… where will you get a ship? You don't have a personal one," Optimus pointed out.

"Yes, how short-sighted of me, but that doesn't matter. I'm sure if I just asked around, I'll find a ship that'll take me," Megatron told him.

"Oh, I'm sure they will. You are our leader here," Optimus told him, wrapping himself around his master. "I'm sure they'll follow your orders, just like I have."

"One can hope so, but I wouldn't be surprise if I have a few snags on the way," Megatron told him. "Still, shouldn't be too difficult."

"That's the spirit," Optimus said as he leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Before you begin looking for one, can you use me again."

"Oh, I will. I'm feeling excited again," Megatron announced as he lifted him up and jumped onto the berth with him, not letting go as the two kissed furiously.