*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Sounds like someone's at the door," Blurr told Swindle as the former was on top of the latter, making out with each other on the berth.

"Oh, uh," Swindle muttered as Blurr kept kissing him, "must be Megatron. Better answer it. We're going to be busy today."

"Aw, are you sure?" the cybersissy asked as the two kissed again before Swindle responded.

"Yes. I'm sorry, but this is important. My business is depending on this," the merchant told him.

"Oh… I understand," Blurr said as he got off of him to get his side, looking at him sensually. "Well, better not keep him waiting. You promised the best for us."

"I did, didn't I?" Swindle rhetorically asked as he got up and headed for the door.

"You sure did. I remembered," Blurr told him.

"Of course you did. Just a reminder, I need you to pack up our stuff and start bringing it over to the ship," Swindle ordered.

"Aw, do I have to?" Blurr whined.

"If you want this spike in your valve, you will," Swindle told him and Blurr sighed before speaking.

"Fine, but I expect that spike in my mouth, too!"

"Of course. That smooth, dentaless mouth of a cybersissy is wonderful," Swindle said as he made his way to the dining room and opened the front door to Megatron, waiting with his arms crossed. "Hey, Megatron."

"Swindle…," Megatron groaned as he stepped inside. "I sent requests to the owners of the cybersissies and most of them have been sent to the Lost Overload. However, a few want us to personally get them ourselves."

"Understandable. Who is holding out?" Swindle asked.

"Here is the list," Megatron said as he brought a datapad out and handed them to him. "I figure we split the load and try to get them all today."

"Worth a try," he admitted. "Who do you want to take?"

"I went ahead and listed who you should get. I have my own datapad of who I'll get," Megatron told him.

"Hmph, fine with me," Swindle agreed as he pocketed his datapad. "Best head out."

"Don't have much time to waste."


"The trine's home," Megatron groaned as he exited his large vehicle and glared at the five-story building. He like to minimize contact with Starscream, so this was going against his personal code of ethics. He didn't want anything to do with Starscream and his trine. He liked Skywarp, and Thundercracker was okay, but Starscream was a deal breaker. Now, he had to step inside and start talking to them about-

*Crash*

"Dammit!" a voice yelled as the sound of broken glass and a cybersissy yelling ringed out and Megatron groaned in realization before he looked up and sticked his hands out. The cybersissy landed safely in his hands as glass bounced off the ground and their frame. The leader glared at the cybersissy in his hands: Prowl. He was dressed up in a dark blue, latex dress that went a quarter down his thighs, sleeves down to his wrists, a hole to his valve, and a wide open colored V-neck collared going from the center of his shoulders to halfway down his chest. A separate latex collar in blue went around his neck with a short, gray tie going a fourth down his chest, leaving the painted-on gray bra visible. He wore a pair of black, fishnet stockings that went above his dress; black, latex gloves were on him, black, rubber ballet to above his knee; a gray, rubber waist cincher; and a rubber, black police cap on his head. A blue bow was placed on the front of his police cap, five gray bows went up his boots, and three black bows were placed on the front and side of his waist cincher and a purple, Decepticon symbol on his bulge with an hourglass figure and a hole for his valve. His makeup was a smokey-gray with gray lips, irises, pupils, eyelashes, eyeshadow, eyebrows, with three lines visible on the part of his legs exposed by the fishnet stocking and a heart on each cheek.

The two stared at each other, Megatron bored and Prowl lustfully, as much as he didn't want to, until Megatron spoke. "So, did you 'trip' again?" Megatron asked him and Prowl just looked at him before answering.

"To be honest… I actually did trip this time," Prowl told him.

"Lord Megatron! Is that you?" he heard a voice yelled and looked up to see Thundercracker leaning out the window.

"Yes, Thundercracker, it is me. Did you get that request I sent?" Megatron asked.

"Yeah! Come on inside to the top floor!" Thundercracker yelled as he disappeared again and Megatron groaned before looking down at Prowl.

"Come on, let's get you inside," Megatron told him as he carried him inside the building. The two enter the main building and walked on up to the top floor where Thundercracker was waiting for them

"Sorry sir. Prowl just loves doing these asinine escape attempts," Thundercracker told him as they walked the halls. "He just loves making us have to buy new windows, too."

"Hey, this was honestly an accident," Prowl defended himself.

"So he says," Megatron mumbled.

"Ugh… I swear, being the master of Prowl and Jazz is a pain in the aft. One, I can handle. Two? Gah!" he yelled as he raised his hand in the air in annoyance before calming himself down. "Right, I'll gladly lend Prowl on to this pleasure ship of yours."

"Thank you, Thundercracker," Megatron said as Thundercracker led them inside a room labeled the 'time-out room.' Inside was two sheets of latex held together by being connected to PVC pipes with a small machine connected to it.

"Right, time to put Prowl in time-out and package him up for your trip," Thundercracker said and at that, Prowl started struggling again.

"No, no, no, you're not putting me in there! You're not!" he yelled.

"Please place him in here," Thundercracker said as he separated the latex to leave room for Prowl. Megatron did so and placed him in there before Thundercracker closed it and enveloped him in it before turning the machine on. Suddenly, the air was sucked out and Prowl was stuck in the vacbed, unable to move an inch. "There we go. Jazz!"

"Coming, master," a voice said and within a few seconds, they heard the clacking of ballet boots and Jazz entered. He was dressed identical as Prowl, except that everything blue was white, everything black was gray, and everything gray was white, including his make-up. "Yes, sir."

"Would you mind taking Prowl over to his new ship, the… what was it called?" Thundercracker asked.

"Ugh… The Lost Overload," Megatron told him.

"Right, the Lost Overload. The Lost Overload?!" he repeated before turning to Megatron. "You called your ship the Lost Overload?"

"Swindle did. I'm just the captain," Megatron told him.

"Wow… you're really desperate, aren't you," Thundercracker noticed.

"Shut up," Megatron told him before pointing to Jazz. "You! Load him up into my vehicle."

"Yes, sir," Jazz said before walking over to Prowl in the vacbed, lifting it, and carrying him out of the room.

"Right, Prowl should be an excellent enforcer for your ship," Thundercracker told him. "He rebels when he thinks there's a way out. Since there won't be a way out on the ship, he should fall in line."

"I'll keep note of that," Megatron said as he exited the room. "I'll start looking for your trinemates."

"Understood. Have fun," Thundercracker told him.

"Right," Megatron muttered as he walked through rooms and looked around. It didn't take long before he found the next cybersissy. "Ultra Magnus!" he yelled as he saw him standing by the window in his maid uniform made of latex and rubber. He wore a purple dress around his hourglass figure with the bottom going halfway down his legs, sleeves down to his elbow, a hole to his valve, and a v-neck collar from the shoulders on halfway down his chest with frills around the sleeves and bottom. A black blouse was visible under his dress covering what the opening in the dress missed and the sleeves reaching down to his wrist with purple gloves under the blouse's sleeves and a purple tie descending down below his chest. Purple stockings went up to his knees and work black, ballet boots to the middle of his lower leg.

A black apron was wrapped around his waist and went a fourth down his thighs in a rectangular fashion with a Decepticon symbol on his bulge. A black waist cincher was cinched up on him as well with a large purple bow at the back, the width going past his body and the tails descending down to his knees. Purple bows were placed at the corners of the apron with give up his bulge, three on each sleeve of his blouse, and four around his waist cincher. Black bows came with ten around the bottom of the dress, one on the back of the gloves, and once on the shoulders. A purple hood was attached to his dress and went to the top of his head to cover the back and sides of his head. A purple headband with black frills was on his head going side to side with purple bow on each end and purple stitching in it saying "Skywarp's Maid." His painted-on makeup was purple with purple lips, iris, pupils, eyebrows, eyelashes, eyeshadow with purple hearts on each side of his face and two lines visible on the piece of his leg left visible.

"Ultra Magnus?" Megatron repeated as he walked on over to him. The cybersissy didn't respond to him as he made his way to the window. As he got closer, he could hear vague yells coming from what sounded like a cybersissy. As he walked closer, the voice became a lot clearer.

"This is not funny anymore. YOU BETTER NOT DROP ME!" the voice yelled and Megatron looked outside to see Skywarp fragging the person inside the Ultra Magnus armor, Minimus Ambus. Like his armor, he had an hourglass figure, no moustache, and painted up in purple, with stockings to the middle of his thighs, line at the top of his thighs, panties, and an outline of a heart around his valve. He had five lines around his midsection with a bra drawn on him with an opening in the middle of each cup in the shape of a heart and a heart on the back to make the clasp. His upper and lower arm was completely painted with a heart on the palm and back of palms, hearts on his knuckles, and fingernails painted on him. A thin line was painted around the neck and lips, irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and eyebrows were on his face with hearts painted on each cheek. The only piece of clothing on him was a maid's head band that was purple with black frills and stitched in the frills was "Skywarp's Fragtoy."

"Huh… I'll talk to Skywarp after I talk to Starscream," Megatron decided as he made his way out of the room and continued walking down the halls. It did not take long before he found Starscream waiting in a room with his arms crossed with one of his cybersissies by his side: Rodimus, standing eloquently. His latex dress was orange with sleeves going down to his elbow, the bottom going down to his knees, a hole to his valve, and a V-neck collar from the side of his neck to a fourth down his chest. Under his dress was a red, latex blouse and pink, latex tie. Pink, rubber ballet boots went up past his dress and pink, latex gloves went past the dress to leave the endpoint unknown.

A red, square, latex apron went around his hips to go down to the middle of his thighs with a pink Decepticon symbol on his bulge. A red, rubber waist cincher was cinched up on him and a large, pink ribbon was pinned at the back with the width going past his hourglass body and the tail going down to his knees. Red bows were placed on the back of his gloves and five went from the base of his ballet boots up. Pink bows were placed at the four corners of his apron and five orange bows were placed on the waist cincher from side to side. Two rings of ten bows interconnecting between pink and red were brought and wrapped around the bottom of the dress and around the middle of his thighs. A red headband with orange frills was on his head and had pink bows at the end of them. His painted-on makeup was pink with glitter on them with pink lips, irises, pupils, eyelashes, eyeshadow, and eyebrows with pink Decepticon symbols on each of his cheeks and the sides and back of his head.

"Megatron, you're not taking Rodimus from me," Starscream told him bluntly as soon as he stepped in.

"Huh-huh… yes I am," Megatron rebutted.

"What? No you're not. Rodimus, will you be leaving?" Starscream questioned his cybersissy.

"No, of course not," Rodimus answered.

"See? You have no idea how hard it is to get him to behave like this," Starscream told him. "I've just made a breakthrough and you will not ruin it. Rodimus, you will stay loyal to me, correct?"

"Yes. I am loyal to you, Starscream, and nothing will-"

"The ship we're using is the Lost Light," Megatron interrupted.

"The Lost Light!" Rodimus yelled, breaking form, and Starscream grimaced at that.

"No! Don't! Megatron! I worked so hard!" Starscream yelled.

"Yes. I will be the captain, Swindle is the co-captain, and you and Ultra Magnus will share third-in-command duties," Megatron told him.

"Oh… thank you, Megatron! I'll head there immediately," Rodimus said as he ran out as fast as he could in his heels.

"Wait at the front entrance!" Megatron yelled as he left. Starscream stared at him in disbelief while Megatron grinned smugly.

"Well, looks like he made a choice," Megatron said as he made his way out. Starscream glared at him before growling and marching off to his room.

"Metalhawk! I need a blowjob!" Starscream yelled.

"Is this another excuse to whine to me?" the cybersissy voice of Metalhawk said from the bedroom.

"Just do it!" Starscream yelled as he closed his door and Megatron couldn't help but grin as he made his way down to the bottom floor where Rodimus was waiting for him, wringing his hand together in anticipation.

"Megatron, you see this permanent smile on my face? This is the first time where it's actually appropriate," Rodimus told Megatron giddily.

"Good to hear. Now, before we leave, we need to get Ultra Magnus or whomever it us under that armor, away from Skywarp," Megatron told him as the two over to see Skywarp on his back now and lifting Minimus up and down off his spike, much to the latter's discontent.

"Oh, well, good luck with that. I swear, Skywarp loves abusing his warp drive to get him out of that armor. He's the only one, too, since that rubberization process made that armor unable to be opened," Rodimus told him.

"Right, well, go wait in the vehicle with Prowl and don't let him out of the vacbed. I rather not see him escape," Megatron told him.

"If you're promising me the Lost Light, sure thing," Rodimus agreed as he headed to the vehicle and Megatron sighed before heading over to the fragging duo. Upon noticing him, Skywarp waved at him as he got up off the ground and held onto Minimus like he was a teddy bear.

"Hey, Megatron! What up?" Skywarp asked as he hugged Minimus tightly.

"Dammit! Let me go!" Minimus yelled at him.

"I came to see if I can borrow Ultra Magnus for a while," Megatron told him.

"For how long?" Skywarp questioned, suspiciously.

"You're killing me!" Minimus yelled.

"Unknown for now," Megatron answered.

"Then no! He's mine. What are you planning to do with him?" Skywarp questioned.

"Take me away from Skywarp!" Minimus yelled at him.

"Swindle has refurbished the Lost Light to make it a pleasure ship and would like a crew for it," Megatron told him.

"Wait! Skywarp, keep me here! Don't let me on that ship again!" Minimus changed his tune.

"Oh, so like, space adventures?" Skywarp asked with interest.

"Um, well, we're a pleasure ship, but we will be exploring space," Megatron confirmed.

"Then can I come with you guys?" the seeker asked.

"If you want, sure. The more, the better," he agreed.

"Yay! Me and my cybersissy are going on space adventures together!" Skywarp yelled as he hugged his cybersissy tighter.

"Frag… you," Minimus struggled to say.


"Next up, Blaster," Megatron muttered as he entered the communications room to see no one around the area. "Huh? Where is he?"

"You looking for Soundwave?" Rumble asked from behind a terminal.

"Yes. Where is he?"

"Break time. Him and Blaster should be in his room," Frenzy said next to Rumble.

"Understood," Megatron said as he exited the room and started walking down the halls to Soundwave's room. Once he reached it, he knocked on it loudly.

"Yes?" he heard Soundwave from behind the door.

"Soundwave, can we discuss about Blaster's transfer to my ship," Megatron asked.

"Come on in," Soundwave told him and Megatron entered the room to see Blaster sitting on Soundwave's lap with the latter petting the cybersissy down, who was happily cooing at that. Megatron noticed this was remarkably like how he acts with his pets… which left a couple of unfortunate implications, but he wasn't going to comment on that. "What do you need, Lord?"

"You know what I want, Soundwave. Let's not play dumb," Megatron told him with his arms crossed. "I want Blaster on my ship."

"And what's in it for me?" Soundwave questioned.

"Pleasing your Lord," Megatron answered.

"I like that… but I need something more," he answered.

"You do? What?" Megatron asked him.

"I want half the profits you make from using Blaster on your ship. I know Swindle may argue against it, but it's what I want," Soundwave told him.

"Hmph, sure thing," Megatron nodded. "I'm not in it for the profit."

"You'll have to explain it to him, but I expect to be paid," Soundwave told him.

"And you will. I assure you," Megatron told him.

"Good. Blaster, you have a ship waiting for you," Soundwave told him.

"Yes, master," Blaster said as he gave Soundwave a kiss on his facemask before getting up and walking towards the exit. This allowed Megatron to see Soundwave's spike was out, transfluids coating it, and he noticed transfluids sliding out of Blaster's valve on to his dress. "I'll go clean up. Be with you, soon," he said cooed as he made his way to the washroom.

"Huh… you have trained him well, Soundwave," Megatron noticed.

"Training? Nothing of a sort. Just some slight modifications to what he enjoys. Nothing serious and I did nothing to make him choose to be my master. He just fell in line when he realized that fighting against it was a useless endeavor. All I've even done is help him adjust to his new life," Soundwave told him as he stood up and made his way to the washroom as well. Megatron followed him inside to see Blaster standing on his cleaning box, tentacles inside his valve, cleaning it. SIS explained that the cybersissies needed mobile cleaning units, so these were made to provide it, sending tentacles out to clean any part of them that was dirty. Once they were done, they retracted to inside the box and Blaster stepped off before picking the box up and walking back to them.

"There. Ready to go," Blaster told them.

"Right. Thank you Soundwave and I shall be making my leave," Megatron told Soundwave.

"Oh, before you leave, Galvatron is here and waiting in your room with Cyclonus and Nova, Lord," Soundwave told him.

"He is?"

"Yes. He says he wants to talk to you about sending Cyclonus on to the trip with you," he told him.

"Ah, well at least it saves me a trip. Blaster, go wait in the vehicle with the others," Megatron ordered.

"Yes, sir," Blaster nodded before walking off to the exit.

"Soundwave, I wish you well," Megatron told his loyal subordinate.

"Same for you, sir, and I hope you find satisfaction on your trip," Soundwave told him as Megatron left the room to head back to his room. He kept walking until he reached the room and opened it up to see Galvatron and his cybersissies plus Optimus in there.

"Ah, Megatron. A pleasure to see you," Galvatron greeted him with a smile as he walked over and offered his hand out to him to shake, which Megatron agreed to.

"Good to see you too," Megatron nodded.

"Now, let's get down to business. You want Cyclonus, correct?" he asked him as the two turned to look at Cyclonus. Cyclonus's cybersissified form looked like his holomatter avatar, with a white, latex blouse going down to his wrist with ruffles and his collar around his neck had ruffles, a light purple, latex vest with black trimming and buttons, and a dark purple, latex jacket that was unbuttoned with sleeves that reached just past the elbow with bows at the end. He wore a black, latex skirt on down to his knee with a hole to his valve and dark purple, rubber ballet boots going up under the dress with five black bows going up it. Tied around his collar was a ribbon in the shape of a flower with a jewel in the center and small tails descending from it. The pieces of accessories were a purple, metal shell necklace around his neck with a silver Decepticon symbol pendant, glasses of a purple tint, and five purple bows tied around his horns. His makeup was purple with purple lips, irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and eyebrows with five lines on each horn going between the bows and a heart on each cheek while his hands had a hearts on his palms, back of palms, and each joint on his fingers with nails painted on him.

"Yes, I do," Megatron confirmed. "Well, to be specific, Swindle does, by I decided I'll be the one making the deal."

"Well… how is this going to happen?"

"I was thinking… I'll be leaving Optimus here, so you can use him while I'm gone. Is that alright with you, Optimus?" Megatron questioned his cybersissy.

"Yes, master," Optimus agreed with a bow.

"There. So will you let Cyclonus come with me?" Megatron asked.

"May I ask where you want to take me?" Cyclonus questioned him, his hands over each other over his bulge.

"Well, Swindle has refurbished the Lost Light and-"

"The Lost Light?" Cyclonus questioned. "Going on that ship… was a bad idea. Treated me like a criminal."

"Well, I'll let you know you'll be brought to the ship as an enforcer to help discipline the other cybersissies and any other customers who don't follow the rules," Megatron told him.

"Really?" Cyclonus asked. "Cybersissies and customers?"

"We'll be running a pleasure ship and customers can sometimes be disruptive to how things work," Megatron informed him.

"Oh, that they can," Cyclonus nodded. "Maybe this trip won't be as bad. May I join, Galvatron?"

"Hmm, since I'm getting Optimus from the deal, of course," his master agreed.

"Excellent," Megatron grinned as Cyclonus closed in to give Galvatron a small kiss before backing off.

"Thank you, master. Megatron, I'm ready whenever you are and I'll be ready to deal out any punishments that are needed," Cyclonus assured Megatron.

"I wouldn't ask for anything more."


"Oh, Megatron, what brings you here?" Drift asked as he let Megatron enter Bludgeon's home. He wore a white kimono with sleeves down to the middle of his lower arm, the collar hanging around his shoulders to expose his neck, a hole for his valve, and went down to his ankles in a hobble style. The kimono had pink lining with a pink flower motif on the kimono with the most noticeable one on his bulge. A pink sash with red trimming was wrapped around his midsection and a large, pink bow was pinned to the back with the width going past his hourglass figure. He wore angular, rubber platforms that were painted up to look like wood and five pink, latex flowers grouped up on each side of his head and one at the top of his head. Every exposed part of his rubber skin was painted white with his face having red lips, iris, pupils, eyelashes, eyeshadow, and eyebrows with hearts on each cheek and an outline of a heart around his eyes. His hands had red hearts painted on his palms, back of palms, wrist, and knuckles with red nails painted on as well. His feet had a red heart at the top of each one in the center.

"I'm sure you've heard about our request," Megatron told him.

"Ah, yes, I have. Bludgeon has been meditating on it. Do you want to meet him?" Drift asked him.

"Yes, if you could. Please," Megatron insisted.

"Right. Follow me, please," Drift insisted as he walked down the hall and Megatron followed along. It didn't take long before they found a sliding door and opened it to see a meditating Bludgeon in a lotus form. Upon hearing the door opened, he onlined his optics and looked at the duo.

"Drift. Megatron," he muttered as he got up quickly and walked towards them. "I reckon you are here to discuss whether I'll loan Drift and Ratchet to you or not, Megatron." He stopped in front of them and crossed his arms for an answer.

"You would be correct, Bludgeon. I would like to know what would it take to convince you to let me borrow them," Megatron told him.

"Hmm… I care for Drift. You may have Ratchet, but Drift is someone I find difficult to give up," he told him.

"Well, what can I do to convince you to let him on board," Megatron asked him.

"I can't trust Drift to be off by himself, so the answer is simple: I shall be coming on board with you," he told him and Megatron was taken aback by that.

"Come again?"

"You heard me. Drift is mine and I refuse to leave him, so I shall be joining you on this trip," Bludgeon explained to him.

"Oh, well… if this is the only way to bring Drift on board, then fine," Megatron agreed.

"Good."

"Now, where is Ratchet?" Megatron questioned, looking around.

"Ah, him. Afraid I had to punish him earlier. He did not react well to a guest groping him. He's usually a lot more well-behaved. Let me lead us to him," he said and he took the lead down the hall to a room labeled Ratchet. Bludgeon opened the door to let them inside and Megatron had to gawk at what he saw. Ratchet was suspended in the air sideways with ropes tightly fastened to him and naked. He legs were positioned in the lotus pose with the right knee pointing to the ceiling and the left knee pointing to the floor with his body bent to face the floor. The tightly interweaved ropes ensure he couldn't shift his position. To make it more sensual, vibrators were placed inside his valve and mouth and had a blindfold tightly wrapped around his eyes to prevent him from seeing. Ratchet struggled inside his bondage as he moaned quietly into his plug, preventing him from making much noise.

"Wow… you know how to tie a knot," Megatron admitted.

"Thank you," Bludgeon said as he got to work untying the knots. "Drift helped me set it up and he was good at his role, even if I had to stop him from caressing Ratchet."

"Apologies, master," Drift said with a deep bow.

"I understand. We all have a weakness. You just have to learn to control yourself. I must too," Bludgeon said as he finished untying Ratchet, removed his plugs and blindfold, and let him rest against his frame. The color painted on his black, rubber, hourglass body was red with stockings up to the center of his thighs, panties, a heart on his bulge, and a outline of a heart on his valve. Three lines were on his midsection with an outline of a bra on him and a heart at the center of each cup. He was painted from the center of his upper arm down to the middle of his upper arm with a line around his wrist, a heart for his palms and back of palms, two lines on each finger, and a heart on the end of each finger. A large line went around his neck with lips in a lusty smile, irises, pupils, eyelashes, eyeshadow, and eyebrows painted on him with hearts on each cheek.

"That was intense," Ratchet vented. "Good thing the rubberification process made me a lot more flexible."

"As it should," Bludgeon said. "Megatron, take your leave. I shall bring them to the ship myself."

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then," Megatron nodded.

"Ship? What ship?" Ratchet asked.

"Swindle refurbished the Lost Light and converted it to a pleasure ship, where I'll serve as captain and Swindle will serve as co-captain," Megatron told him.

"The Lost Light again?" Ratchet questioned. "Frag me."

"Don't worry, Ratchet. Lots of people will," Drift assured him, making Ratchet glare at him as best as he could with his lustful smile.

"Shut. It," Ratchet told him.

"Well, I'll make my leave. See you on the ship," Megatron told them as he left them being to let Bludgeon redress Ratchet.


"Ah, welcome Lord," Turmoil greeted Megatron as he moved aside to let him in. "Have you come to get Whirl?"

"I did, Turmoil. Care to lead me to him?" Megatron requested.

"Right this way, Lord." Turmoil proceeded to lead him down a hall and opened a door at the end of it. Inside were several of Turmoil's friends with one of them fragging Whirl, the latter laying on a table with his arms and legs restrained and transfluids leaking down his valve to a puddle on the ground. He was mostly naked, being painted in blue. His feet were painted in blue with two lines in the middle of the lower leg, three in the middle of his upper leg, and a heart on his knees. Panties were drawn on him with an outline of a heart drawn around his valve and a Decepticon symbol on his bulge. Five lines were drawn on his lower body and a large Decepticon symbol was drawn at the center of his upper chest. His entire arm was cover in blue all the way down to his hands which were replaced with rubber balls, as any cybertronian converted to a cybersissy that had claws needed to be replace with rubber balls. Two lines were drawn on his neck and the eyepiece had a heart painted on instead of an eye. A blue circle was painted around the eyepiece, lines were on each chin protrusion, more lines around painted around his antennas with a heart at the top, lines draw around the protrusion on the top of his head with a heart in the center, and more lines around the back of his head. The only clothing he had were spiked bracelets were around his neck, wrist, and ankles with a Decepticon symbol on them and purple bows with a Decepticon symbol in the center were placed on each antenna, middle of the lower and upper arm, and his lower and upper leg, and around each of his gun barrel protrusion on his chest.

"Geez, how much can Whirl take?" One of Turmoil's friends asked as he came in and he shrugged.

"Held an orgy once with Whirl as the star. He lasted the whole night until his gestation tank broke," Turmoil explained to them.

"Wooooow," said the mech fragging Whirl. "They broke his tank?"

"Oh, that's gotta be painful," one of his other friends cringes.

"Yeah, especially with the rubberization process making it harder to burst. Luckily, it also makes him easier to fix," Turmoil said as Whirl looked up at them to see Turmoil's guest.

"Oh, hey Megatron. How you doing?" Whirl questioned him causally.

"Whirl, I've come to get you," Megatron answered him simply.

"Really, me? The guy who beat the scrap out of you so long ago," Whirl questioned him and Megatron's left optic glitched out again as he stared at him in contempt. The two stared each other as Turmoil's friend kept fraggin Whirl, getting close to overloading, until Whirl asked another question. "Would you like to frag me?" Megatron kept glaring at him before he turned to Turmoil.

"Tell your friend to move," Megatron ordered.

"Of course, Lord. Move," he ordered his friend.

"Almost… there!" he yelled as he fragged into Whirl's valve, making both of them scream with pleasure as more transfluids poured out of Whirl's valve to taint the ground. The fragger removed himself and collapsed to the ground in ecstasy. Megatron removed his pelvic plate and quickly took his place with his spike positioned at Whirl's valve. With a yell, he thrusted inside his valve, making Whirl yell happily.

"Ohhhhhh, Turmoil! His spike is bigger than yours!" Whirl yelled in excitement as Megatron quickly started thrusting back and forth into him.

"And I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he replied nonchalantly. "Just remember, it's how you use it." Megatron kept thrusting into him, letting his frustration out, as Whirl kept making gasps of pleasure.

"Frag, I wished I had a mouth! That way, Megatron can frag me and I can suck you off, Turmoil. More transfluids in me!" Whirl whined.

"It's a shame, but you'll get through it," Turmoil said as he patted his head. "Just remember that you're just something to frag and that's it."

"I know and I will. I'll get as much transfluids in me as possible," Whirl promised. "You can even give me a good-bye fragging before I go."

"Don't worry, I plan to," Turmoil told him as Megatron suddenly let loose a roar as he overloaded into Whirl's valve, making the cybersissy scream as well as more transfluids spilled out onto the floor below. Megatron took a few seconds to collect his composure before backing out.

"I need… to use your wash room," Megatron told Turmoil.

"Down the hall, second door on your right," he told him.

"Thank you," Megatron said as he left the room. Turmoil watched him go before he lovingly rubbed the underside of Whirl's head.

"Now, you want your good-bye fragging?" Turmoil questioned.

"Please, master," Whirl agreed.


"Jhiaxus! Where are you?" Megatron asked as he walked the halls. The scientist had taken to staying his lab with Wheeljack and Brainstorm as his cybersissies. Primus only knows what those three minds could come up with.

*Crack!*

Megatron knew a gunshot when he heard it and that was definitely one paired up with the sound of shattering glass. He wasted no time in heading where the sound was and quickly arrived at a lab to see Jhiaxus scolding Brainstorm, who had an odd gun in his hand.

"How in the world are you capable of making a gun out of a fragging microscope!?" Jhiaxus questioned him.

"I honestly don't know… but I can tell you it shoots glass bullets," Brainstorm told him sheepishly. He was dressed up in a blue, latex dress with sleeves down to the wrist, a square collar a fourth down his chest, and the bottom reaching down to his knees with holes available for his wings and valve. A white, latex blouse was visible underneath with a large yellow bow tied around the blouse's collar and yellow gloves on his arms. White, latex stockings went up under the dress and yellow ballet boots went up to his ankles. A yellow, square apron was around his hips down to the middle of his thighs with a blue Decepticon symbol on his bulge, and a yellow waist cincher was on him with a large ribbon connected to the back, the width going past his hourglass body and the tails reaching down to his knees. White bows were at the end of each of his front wing, five white bows were on the back wing, a white bow was on the wing at his legs, and four at the corner of his apron. Five blue bows went around the waist cincher while a ring of ten bows went around the bottom of his dress. A yellow hood was connected to the dress and covered his head with a white headband with yellow frills on top of it, 'Assistant' stitched on it with white bows on the ends. His painted on makeup was yellow with lips, irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and eyebrows with hearts n each of his cheeks. Each of his wings were traced by the paint at the edges with a heart in the middle of each.

"But… how? I asked you to use the microscope to analyze things, not make guns from it!" Jhiaxus asked, sounding bewildered and annoyed. "First the centrifuge, then the blacklight device, then the abacus, and now this?"

"Why do you even have an abacus? That stuff has been outdated since the wheel," Brainstorm questioned him.

"Not the point! How do you make these guns?!" Jhiaxus questioned him.

"I don't know! It just happens!" Brainstorm said as he looked behind him to see Megaatron enter the room. "Oh, hey Lord Megatron. How you doing?"

"Megatron?" Jhiaxus asked as he turned to see him at the door. "So you did decide to come get them yourselves."

"Yes and it's a bit annoying," Megatron admitted as he stepped over to them. "Why did you not send them?"

"To give Wheeljack enough time to complete his experiment with SIS," Jhiaxus told him.

"Experiment with SIS? What do you mean?"

"Oh, Lord Megatron. A pleasure to see you. Ready to see my work?" he heard Wheeljack behind him and turned to look at him. Wheeljack was wearing a green, latex dress down to his knees with sleeves to his wrist, a square collar going a fourth down his chest, and a hole for his valve. There was a red blouse underneath his blouse with a large, green tie around his collar, going down under the dress and red, latex gloves on him. He wore red, latex stockings to under his dress and wore green, rubber ballet bots to the middle of his lower legs.

A red, latex square apron went down to the middle of his lower leg with a green Decepticon symbol on his bulge and a red, rubber waist cincher was cinched up on him with a red ribbon pinned to the back, going past his thin body and the tails descending down to his knees. Green bows were on him with a single one on his waist cincher, one on the back of his glove, and four on the corners of the apron. Red bows were on as well, with five bows going up his sleeves, five up the ballet boots, and ring of ten of them around the bottom of his dress. A green hood with red frills was attached to his dress to cover his head and a red headband with red frills was placed on him with 'assistant' stitched in the frills with five green bows on the front and back of it and a red bow on each of his head fins. His makeup was green with lips, irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and eyebrows with green hearts on each of his cheek.

"What is it that you do with SIS?" Megatron questioned him.

"Let me show you. SIS, step on inside," Wheeljack said as he stepped aside and Megatron realized that he wanted SIS to 'step on inside.' He heard the sounds of ballet boots clacking and watched as another cybersissy entered the room. They wore a pink, latex dress with sleeves down to the wrist, the bottom down to the middle of his thighs, a hole for the valve, and a v-neck collar, all the edges having frills. Under their dress was a purple blouse and a white bow around the collar and white, latex gloves. White stockings went up to past their dress with purple garters and purple ballet boots went up to their knees.

A purple, rectangular apron went around their hips from side to side with a pink Decepticon symbol on their bulge and a white, rubber waist cincher was on them with a purple ribbon on their back going past their rail-thin body and tails descending down to their knees. White bows were placed at the corners of their apron and a ring of ten of them were placed at the bottom. Three purple bows were placed on the waist cincher, one on the back of each gloves, and five up their sleeves. Five pink bows were on them on each ballet boots. A pink hood was connected to their dress and covered their head with a white headband on their head with purple frills and pink bows at the ends. Stitched in the frills was 'SIS.' Their makeup was pink with lips, irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and eyebrows with multiple small hearts painted on his cheeks like freckles.

"Hello, Lord Megatron. Like the new look?" they asked and Megatron's left optic glitched out once again. That was SIS? The AI?!

"When did this happen?!" Megatron yelled in surprised.

"I've been working on them for a while now. SIS said he wanted to know what it was like to be a cybersissy, so I built a mech frame for him, install a piece of his control segment and CPU in it, then cybersissify the body," Wheeljack told him.

"Thank you, Wheeljack!" SIS said as they gave him a kiss on the cheeks. "You're such a brilliant mech."

"Heh? Thanks," Wheeljack said as he scratched the back of his head timidly. "Remember, SIS is in a mech frame, at his request, Megatron."

"Huh-huh," Megatron muttered as he slowly got out of his confusion. "So, why did you do this?"

"SIS has always been talking about leaving the factories and explore the rest of the universe, but he was stuck here," Jhiaxus explained. "Wheeljack said he could build him a body, so I let him do it."

"Thanks you, Jhiaxus, for letting him do so," SIS thanked him.

"It's nothing. You've been a reliable ally for these years that I figured you need a reward," Jhiaxus told him. "Besides, you'll still be able to work here as well. Your mind is in two places, so you can run both at once."

"Exactly!" SIS cheered happily. "I'm ready to leave! Got room on your ship for me, Megatron?"

"Ooooooh, I already let two more on than I planned," Megatron complained.

"Come on, Megatron. He's harmless!" Brainstorm told him. "Besides, he could be a natural at it."

"That's right!" SIS cheered as he walked over to him. "I can do it, Megatron! Let me on the shiiiip!" he yelled as he tripped and fell to the ground. He groan as he flipped over onto his back. "Wow, this walking thing is going to be a lot harder than I thought and everything is so sensitive," the AI complained.

"Please, don't walk without me or anyone else nearby to help you, SIS," Wheeljack warned him.

"Understood," SIS agreed as he looked at Megatron. "So, will you let me on board, Lord Megatron?" Megatron glared at him before sighing loudly.

"Fine, so long as it isn't my problem," Megatron told him.

"Yay! I can't wait to get off the planet!" SIS said as he picked himself up off the ground. "Anybody wanna help me walk out?"

"I can do better than that," Megatron assured him before grabbing him and placing him in the bridal position.

"Oh, Megatron, you're so romantic," SIS cooed and Megatron's left optic glitched out once again.

"Don't ever say that again."


Megatron walked into the park to get the last cybersissy on the list. He made a personal note to himself to save the easiest for last and that was true as he walked to the center to see his target. Right there was a mummified form in blue, standing still with clams to keep them standing. The only part exposed was his valve, which had transfluids dripping out of it to form a puddle on the ground. He went over to them asked the mummy question. "Are you Siren?"

*LOUD GROANS*

"I'll take that as a definite yes," Megatron said as he undo the clamps and carried him over the shoulder. "You're have a change of residency: The Lost Light."

*LOUD GROANS*

"I thought you would remember that," Megatron said as he walked off with his mummy, two mechs together watching him leave.

"Well… looks like we'll have to find a new one," one mech said.

"I heard they mummified a cybersissy minicon a couple of days ago and are looking for a place to put him,], Someone by the name of Cliffjumper," the other said.

"A minicon? Then what are we waiting for?! Let's get the cybersissy here now!"

"Yeah, they're so small and fun to frag. Just undo the clamps and have fun!"