The Combaticons regrouped at the central mainframe room and Swindle explained to them that SIS was under their control now, but the process was irreversible and they couldn't remove the black gunk all over them. "Well… what the hell are we supposed to do?" Brawl questioned him at his attempts at anger. "We can't go back to the Decepticons like this!"

"We can't go anywhere looking like this," Blast Off corrected him.

"Look, this process may be irreversible, but that doesn't mean we can't make the best of it," Swindle told them.

"Oh, what, you got a scheme?" Vortex questioned him.

"How could you have one in the situation we're in?" Onslaught questioned him.

"Look, nothing is perfect, but I have a plan and it's simple. We make more of these 'cybersissies' for Megatron," Swindle told him.

"Huh?" Onslaught asked. "You want to make a business out of this? Is that all you can think of?"

"No! I'm just making us useful. What happens if we get an Autobot in here and make them into a cybersissy like us?" Swindle questioned him.

"Then… they wouldn't be able to fight in the field again," Blast Off realized.

"Exactly. They can't fight and we can tame them to make them serve the Decepticons back at base. It's something," he attempted to convince them.

"It's certainly something," Onslaught agreed.

"Yeah, or maybe we can just send the cybersissies off to base and let them tame the cybyersisies themselves," Vortex agreed.

"Gus, we got a problem. We're still stuck like this," Brawl told him.

"SIS, can we send a digital message back to base?" Swindle asked him.

"Of course, master. Need me to send one to them?" SIS asked them.

"Onslaught, can you send a message to Megatron to come here and we'll explain the whole situation to him," Swindle questioned him.

"Yes, I can. I'll tell him we're in a… delicate situation," Onslaught told him.

"That's one way of putting it," Brawl grumbled. "This seems pretty hellish."

"It is, but we'll make the best of it. Once he gets here, we explain the whole thing to him and hope he listens to reason," Swindle told them.

"If he doesn't listen, I'll take care of him. No one harms my masters," SIS told them.

"Uh, thanks," Vortex muttered.

"You're welcome."

"Right, Onslaught, get that message ready. We're going to salvage something from this mess," Swindle ordered.

"Alright. You're on point for this Swindle. We'll follow your lead," Onslaught nodded.

"Good. Now SIS, is there any other side effects of this cybersissification that we should know about?" the merchant asked the AI.

"Well, you will no longer need to recharge nor consume energon," SIS told them.

"Wait, really?" Vortex asked.

"Yes. The rubberization products preserves your internal system to prevent consummation of energon and electricity. Cybersissies are expected to work all hours of the day, from day to night, 24/7," SIS told them.

"Oh Primus. I can't even recharge to escape from this nightmare," Brawl muttered in disbelief.

"What about the containers you forced us in?" Blast Off questioned. "Could we be out natural self in there?"

"I could modify it to accept your previous form, but it would only be in there," SIS told them.

"Primus, I'll take it," Brawl agreed.

"Well, we got something to take us out of this hellhole if we need to now," Onslaught muttered. "Now, let's try and get Megatron over here."

"I'm telling you, Lord Megatron, it had to be an honest accident," Starscream assured Megatron as they resided in his throne room, the latter leaning in his throne. They were doing an excavation for energon and Megatron was standing next to a large amount of it when it went off. Megatron came out with only a few singes and nobody else was harmed, but it had to have occurred through sabotage. Sensors indicated that no Autobots around, so it was an internal subterfuge. That left one very obvious suspect that was standing before him.

"How was it an accident?" Megatron questioned him, actually sounding bored. He had gotten used to threats on his life from Starscream and actually treated it like a game. But nowadays, it was beginning to be routine and barely worth noting. He orginally kept him around because these attempts on his life used to keep him on his toes, but now, they hardly affected him and he tired of it now. Maybe it was time to take care of Starscream… for good.

"I'm unsure," Starscream said blandly. "Machines are a fickle thing. Probably just a malfunction of some sort."

"Malfunctions usually don't result in explosions," he sniped back.

"Anomalies exist for a reason, Lord," Starscream insist.

"There's a reason for an anomaly," Megatron told him.

"Lord Megatron," Soundwave said off to the side, "we have a message from the Combaticons."

"The Combaticons?" Megatron asked. "I've wondered where they been. They never returned from their scouting mission."

"Yes, but message is strange. It comes from third-party lines. Neither Autobots nor Decepticons communications," he told him.

"Really? Strange... what does it say?" Megatron asked him.

"Come see for yourself," he told him and Megatron stepped up and went over to read it.

Lord Megatron

This is Onslaught. We have found a facility in the clearing we were asked to scout and have run into several problems. We have subdue some threats, bit we are in a precarious situation. Please, come over to the coordinates in the message and we'll explain to you personally. Please come alone. The situation is too delicate to tell the Decepticons just yet.

Code word is Rebellion.

Onslaught

"Hmph, it appears this message is legitimate. The code word is strictly for them," Megatron confirmed as he looked at the coordinates.

"What is it?" Starscream asked.

"I'm told to keep quiet," he told him before heading out. "I'm heading out. Going to meet the Combaticons at the coordinates. Don't do anything while I'm gone," Megatron ordered them.

"Of course, Lord Megatron," Starscream agreed as Soundwave gave a silent nod.

"Good."

Megatron arrived at the location to see a full facility. He remember that this wasn't here from the overhead pictures they took, so it must've had a cloaking device or something to hide it. He walked on over to it and went to the large door, which opened up for him. He entered the building to see that it wasn't in the best of sorts. Not all of the lights were working. Rust was forming in many places. Not too good.

"Onslaught, where are you?" Megatron asked out loud.

"I'm here, Lord Megatron," he heard a voice that distinctively did not sound like Onslaught said and he heard the clacking of heels as someone came out of the hall. Standing in front of him appeared to be a mockery of Onslaught. A rubber doll all dressed up in green-and-blue latex and rubber clothing with a painted on face and large, luscious lips. The only way he could tell it was possibly Onslaught was the facial structure slightly resembling him and the twin barrels on his back. "Sorry for looking like this. It wasn't my choice."

"What happened?" Megatron questioned him and Onslaught sighed before he explained the whole thing from being captured all the way to overriding the AI, which left Megatron absolutely dumbfounded and had to take a minute to absorb all of the information before he spoke up again.

"Is that AI listening in to us right now?" Megatron asked.

"Yes," SIS spoke up from the intercom in the room. "I know everything that happens here."

"Guah… is he under control?" Megatron questioned Onslaught.

"Yes, he is. He won't do anything, provided you don't harm us," Onslaught told him.

"I felt the need to when you first walk in," Megatron admitted. "What am I supposed to do with you now? You're useless in combat."

"I'll let Swindle explain," Onslaught told him as he started walking back down the hall and Megatron hesitated before following him. The two walked down the halls until they reached the central mainframe room and Megatron got a look at the cybersissy version of his Combaticons. It was nearly impossible to tell they were the feared special ops force. They were so… odd-looking. They took a seat and Swindle explained to him the whole plan he had.

"So, in short, we'll cybersissified the Autobots and they'll be unable to fight ever again," Swindle told him after explaining everything. Megatron sit back in his chair as he thought it over. It was a highly unusual plan, but f it worked, it would take his enemies out of the fight permanently and working for them now. However, he couldn't exactly do this without a demonstration of it working and that they could control everything here… and he had a perfect test subject.

"Alright… we'll try this plan of yours out, but I'll require a demonstration," Megatron agreed.

"Sure thing. Just capture an Autobot and-" Swindle attempted tot explain.

"No, no, I have a better idea," he grinned as he got on his communicator and spoke into it. "Soundwave, you there?"

"Affirmative," Soundwave agreed.

"Send Starscream to my coordinates," he ordered.

"Understood, sir." Soundwave got off.

"Starscream? Why are you bring him here?" Onslaught questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? I need a demonstration and I'm bringing you one," he grinned.

"Megatron? I'm here!" Starscream yelled as he entered the facility.

"Over here, Starscream," Megatron said as he emerged from the hallway. "Follow me. I need to show you something."

"Really, now?" Starscream asked with a grin as he went over to him and follow him down the hall, ready for an opportunity to leap on. "What is it?"

"Well, I just have to show you myself," Megatron told him as they walked along the halls. "It is a strange thing."

"Yes, right… where are the Combaticons?" Starscream asked.

"They're at the central mainframe. We're not heading there," Megatron told him.

"Then where are we heading?"

"A strange place," Megatron told him and Starscream went quiet about that. He was being quiet about and he would have to wait to find out. They reached a room at the end of a hall and opened it before stepping aside. "You first," he insisted and Starscream glanced at him oddly before stepping inside. Almost immediately after he stepped inside, the door closed behind him, shocking him, before he knocked against it.

"Megatron! What is this?" he asked and all he got was silence. "Megatron?!" he asked as he turned back around to find an empty room. He walked around nervously, prepared for anything, before he went to the center and clamps got around his legs, surprising him, before metal rings came out and bounded him. As Starscream struggled against it, the conveyor belt started up and he was sent forward into a small room. He was quickly deluged with a bunch of water and cleaning fluids that cleaned every inch of him with scrubbers. When he was glistening, he was sent through, felt a force around him, and the rings were removed, but he still couldn't move. He was sent through the remove into another room with a black pit and highly reflexive walls, and he was moved upward, leaving Starscream floating over the black, liquid pit, leaving the arms ready to start the process.

"Placing lips," the voice said as they brought metal lips over to his mouth and inserted them before injecting a syringe into it to rubberize it to make for a better kiss. They were stuck in a puckered position resembling a lustful smile, ready to satisfy. "Placing optic screens." Clear, plastic screens were brought and placed on his optics so that he could see when the process was done. "Installing Receivers." Audio Receivers were brought and placed inside his audio receptors. "Uncovering ports." The arms came and ripped his aft and pelvic plate off, revealing his valve and spike, much to his embarrassment. "Trimming body." Corsets were brought over to him, one for the body and one for the neck. The overbust corset was wrapped around his body and trimmed up harshly by about a third and the neck was cinched up by a fourth.

"Coating engaged." Starscream was descended down into the pit and he struggled uselessly against it. The liquid was cold and sticky, making Starscream gasped as he was lowered inside the pit. He squealed as he felt it hit his spike and enter his valve, not liking it entering inside him. They continue dipping him into the cat, Starscream slowly losing resistance along the way until he was completely covered in it. He was stuck in the abyss for an unknown amount of time before being pulled back up, completely covered in the black and his body shape appearing to be modified slightly to be more lithe and feminine. The only thing that looked distinct was his limped spike, which was taken care of quickly by replacing it with a ball of latex, preventing him from overloading anymore. Hear enveloped the room to dry him out before closing the vat. With that, it was time to start painting him.

Paint sprayers came for him in a red, latex color and starting painting him up. Stockings were painted up to just below the knees. Five small lines were down at the thighs before drawing panties and a heart on his knees, bulge, and both sides of his aft. The sprays then painted two thick lines at his stomach and waist before drawing a bra on him with a small heart at the back to represent a clasp. They proceeded to paint him from the shoulder on down to his wrist before painting a heart on the palm and back of palm before drawing a single line at the knuckle of each finger and hearts at the tips of his fingers. They went to his wings and drew a line outlining his wing before drawing a heart at the center of it for both sides. A line was drawn on his neck before they went to his face. They painted on irises, pupils, eyeshadow, eyelashes, eyebrows, and lips on him before painting hearts on his cheeks, forehead, and back of head.

With that, it was time to start dressing the doll. A pair of white, latex panties were slid up his legs on up to his hips, which had a hole for his valve. The arms rubbed it down, making him shudder, as the arms brought a pair of rubber corsets out for him. A white, overbust corset was brought to him and cinched up with blue lace, making him gasp as they continue to add on the pressure. The neck corset was a blue one and cinched with red lace, choking him out a bit.

The arms proceed to bring out a pair of blue, latex stockings on over to him. The slid them up his legs on up to the tops of his thighs and brought straps to his corsets. They proceeded to rub his legs down, making him moan at that. Doing so made him noticed that his voice had become a lot more feminine. White garters with frills were brought and placed on his lower legs as well.

The arms proceeded to bend his feet to a right angle, making him scream out in pain. Red, rubber ballet boots were brought to him and placed on him, going a fourth up his lower leg. They quickly cinched it up in white lace to make it nice and tight. They brought him back down to the ground and made him stand on his newly angled feet, making him groan in pain at that. It was going to be painful to walk around like this.

A pair of white, latex gloves were brought over to him and slid all the way up to his shoulders and were rubbed out quickly to remove the creases. He groaned loudly at that as they made sure every part of the glove was pressed down. A blue, latex unbuttoned blouse was brought to him and he was placed in it before buttoning it up with, the sleeves going down to his wrist and the bottom reaching his hips. There was a hole for his wings to be free as well. The arms rubbed the blouse down as well, making him moan all throughout the process. A white ribbon was brought to him and tie it up in the shape of a bow, the width going to the center of his shoulders and the tails reaching a fourth down his chest.

The centerpiece came next and a red, latex dress came for him. They quickly placed it on him, holes for his wings and valve available as well. The sleeves went down to his elbow, the bottom went down to his knees and there was a v-neck collar going a fourth down his chest. The dress has frills around the bottom of the dress, the sleeves, and the collar. A blue line went from the back of the wrist on up the arms and down to join where his valves was and formed a heart there The arms quickly rubbed him down to ensure there were no wrinkles and it made him moan audibly at that.

A blue, latex apron was brought to him and quickly wrapped around his hips. It was shaped like a semi-circle with white frills going around it and a white heart on his bulge. The arms mercilessly rubbed it down, making the former SIC squeal in denied pleasure. A white, rubber waist cincher was brought to him and was quickly cinched up in blue, making the seeker gasp at that. It had already made him so thin. Why even thinner? A giant white, latex ribbon was brought out and pinned to the back of his waist cincher, being as wide as he originally was with the tails reaching down to his knees.

With that, accessories came for him. Three blue bows were brought and placed on the front of his boots, five around the front of the waist cincher, one on the back of the glove, and five at the top of each wing. Red bows were brought to the upper corners and bottom of the apron and three were on his lower arm. White bows were brought and five were placed on the upper arm, a ring of ten bows were brought to the bottom of the dress, and give were placed on the bottom of each wing. A red headband with blue frills were placed on his head with white bows at the end of it. A large blue bow was brought to the back of his neck to complete the look.

With that, Starscream was left to look at himself in the walls and had to gawk at himself. He was turned into some rubber doll and dressed up as a fetish maid. His face had contorted into a permanent lustful smile, lips pursed together. He couldn't shift his expression, just how much he could open his mouth. This wasn't the look of the second-in-command of the Decepticons. This was what a toy looked like.

The door opened and Megatron walked in. "Hello, Starscream," he said as he walked around him, appraising the new doll. Starscream was too afraid to talk to him like this. He felt so weak now, especially with Megatron next to him. After a little while, he stopped next to him and told him: "You can work. I would do it." Starscream glanced at him nervously before he took an unsteady step forward, making him groan in pain from it. "Now, now, Starscream. You can go faster than that," he told him before delivering a smack on his aft, making him stumble on to the floor. "Oh, what a shame."

"Megatron! I'm not a toy! What did you do to me?" Starscream asked him in disbelief.

"Hmm, let me take you to the Combaticons. They'll fill you in," he said as he lifted him off the ground and carried him in a bridal position before he started walking down the halls, Starscream trying uselessly to get out, but Megatron didn't budge an inch.

"Let! Me! Go!" he yelled.

"I don't think so," Megatron responded. "You know, you are quite pretty like this. A very nice upgrade," he grinned.

"No I'm not! I'm a freak!" he yelled.

"No you're not. You're a doll. A cute one," he told him in a mocking tone as Starscream fought against him inside the central mainframe. Starscream looked around to see the cybersissified Combaticons and balked at them. "It went perfectly. Never thought Starscream could look so beautiful," Megatron continued to mock him.

"Ah, good. So we have a deal?" Swindle questioned.

"Yes. You'll run the facility and we'll bring any prisoners over to you for cybersissification," Megatron agreed. "Once done, they'll be just like Starscream. A mere doll who'll have to do his chores and will be fragged whenever the master wants."

"Chores? Fragged? I'm not some slave for you to use?!" Starscream at him as he fought against him again.

"Oh, Starscream, I think you need to realize how helpless you are," Megatron said as he removed his pelvic plate to reveal his spike and took a seat on a chair. He shifted his position until he was holding him by his newly trimmed waist. He went down to his own spike and pumped it real quick as the Combaicons looked on in amazement. Once he was good and erect, he brought him down on to his spike, handling him like a doll. Starscream squealed as he felt Megatron's massive spike entering inside his valve, spreading it apart. The process had made his valve so much more flexible for spikes like Megatron. He kept pushing him down until he was in Megatron's lap. "Oh, you feel so nice," Megatron complimented.

"You… fragger," Starscream vented out.

"That's not nice," he said as he brought a hand over to his bulge and squeezed it, making him squeal so loudly at the sudden pain. "Aw, your poor spike. Never to be free again. No overloading for you, but you'll be getting me to overload." With that, he started lifting him up and back down on to his spike, making Starscream gasped at each penetration. He kept going, accelerating his pace quickly and making the seeker gasp at each thrust. This kept going until the desired result was earned. "Guah," Megatron grunted as he brought Starscream down one last time and overloaded right into his valve, making the maid groan lowly at that. When that was done, Megatron lifted him back up, revealing his wet spike, and flipped him around before bringing him down to his spike. Starscream noticed this and struggled once again.

"No, you can't do this! You can't! This is- Hmph!" Starscream grunted as Megatron brought his big-mouth down on to his spike and made him engulf part of it.

"You always talk too much, now you're going to be quiet," he said as he pushed his head down the spike, sending more of the large spike down his intake pipes. Starscream had no idea how he was able to get his spike in his mouth, but he lack of denta in his mouth might've helped. Strangely, his mouth felt a lot more flexible as well. He continued on down until his whole spike was engulfed by Starscream's mouth. "Now this is the perfect look for you," Megatron mocked as he petted the back of his head. "You better get used to this. This will be your purpose in life now." Starscream couldn't believe that. He was meant to be leader of the Decepticons, not a lowly doll to be screwed whenever Megatron wanted to.

After a little while, Megatron pulled him off him, revealing his cleaned spike. "That's better," he complimented as he looked to see the transfluids sliding down his lips. "My, I can't bring you back like this. How do we clean our cybersissies?"

"We have a device for that," SIS said as he brought in a red box from outside. "I prepared for something like this." He placed the box on the ground. "Place the cybersissy on it to be clean," he ordered and Megatron did so, standing up and placing him on it. As Starscream stood unsteadily on it, tentacles came out with what looked like scrubbers on it and proceeded to enter his mouth and valve, earning a little squeak from him. They cleaned and scrubbed, using cleaning liquid generated from the tentacles. After a little while, they removed themselves, and cleaned around the valve and mouth as well. Once done, they retreated back, leaving Starscream clean again.

"My, what a wonderful device," Megatron praised.

"Each cybersissy comes with their own device," SIS told him.

"Excellent," he agreed as he went over Starscream and picked him up again as well as the box. "Well, now, we'll keep in contact. I need to head back to base."

"Do you not request training for your cybersissy?" SIS asked.

"Don't worry. I'll train him myself," Megatron grinned before turning back to the Combaticons. "Best of luck. I'll see if I can get the Constructicons over to build a spacebridge."

"Understood, Lord! We'll send a note to Soundwave about our communication channels so that you may speak to us," Onslaught told him.

"Good to hear. Now, Starscream, I think it's time to show off you're new look to everyone at the base," Megatron grinned.

"No, you can't," Starscream said weakly.

"Don't worry, Starscream. You're mine. I'll flaunt you, but you'll only service me, I assure you," he said as he petted the top of his head. "You're mine."

"No, please," Starscream begged as the two left, leaving the Combaticons.

"Huh, well, that was… something," Vortex muttered.

"It definitely was," Blast Off agreed as they stood around. "So, what do we do now?"

"Simple: we prepare for prisoners and any intruders that come in. We'll make sure we'll be able to serve Megatron in our new form," Onslaught told them.

"I shall start diagnostics and begin fixing the place up, although you'll have to clean the place up yourself, maybe even some of the repairs," SIS told them.

"Understood. Might as well not make our new place of residence we're living in look so rundown," Onslaught agreed. "Let's get to work."