"Cheetor? Gears? Are you there? Come in," Blaster said back at Autobot base, trying to contact the two missing scouts. "Dammit, I knew I should've ordered Cheetor to wait."

"Is something wrong?" Optimus Prime asked Blaster as he entered the room.

"Cheetor said that Gears went missing earlier and was looking for him. He said he would contact me in thirty minutes if he didn't find him," the communications officer informed him.

"How long has it been?"

"Two hours," Blaster told him and Optimus looked down at that, clenching his fists.

"They haven't answered?" Optimus asked him.

"No. I'm going to keep trying. If they don't answer in 24 hours, we'll have to declare them MIA," Blaster informed him sadly.

"Understood," Optimus nodded. "Keep trying and don't give up hope."

"I won't, Optimus," he nodded. "But we should probably send a squad to search for them and see if they can find any clues to their locations."

"I'll send the Aerialbots to fly over the area for them," Optimus told him. "If they can't find them, then they are probably in trouble."

"Let's hope not."

"Onslaught. Blast Off," Megatron greeted them.

"Lord," they both bowed to him.

"I'm guess you have some news, correct?" Megatron asked them.

"Yes, Lord," Onslaught spoke up. "We've captured and cybersissified autobot operatives, Cheetor and Gears."

"Really now? Very good," Megatron nodded.

"Thank you," Onslaught nodded.

"Hmm… the Autobots are probably wondering about them though. I'll be postponing the Constructicons' visit to your facility until at least tomorrow," Megatron told them.

"That sounds reasonable," Blast Off said. "The Autobots will probably be sending them to search our region, maybe even send the Aerialbots to sweep the area. It's probably best if we stay underground for now."

"My thoughts, exactly," their leader said. "Just hold up in their while our intelligence officers determine when it's safe to head back out."

"Very well, Lord," Onslaught bowed. "I trust Starscream is behaving as well."

"Heh. He's coming along," Megatron grinned at that. "I have him tied up right now and was fragging him when Soundwave told me about you two calling."

"Ah. Very well. I'm sorry for interrupting you," Onslaught told him.

"So long as it isn't pointless, I'm fine with it. You've done good work," Megatron praised them.

"Thank you again, Lord," Onslaught bowed to him.

"You're most welcome. Keep up the good work," Megatron said before the feed was cut, leaving Onslaught and Blast Off alone again.

"Well, looks it's just going to be us and our two prisoners for a while," Blast Off said to Onslaught.

"Indeed." Onslaught nodded. "Let's go see how our prisoners are doing right now. I have a feeling leaving Vortex alone with them was a bad idea."

'Hmm… this feels so gooooood,' Cheetor thought as Brawl was humping him. He had been doing this nonstop and Cheetor was enjoying him smashing against his valve with his bulge. He had no idea what he had been missing. They always said he was too young for anything like this, but he loved it as he continued to suck on the plug in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Vortex had decided to start fondling Gears bulge, making the minisissy gasp and struggle each time he caressed it, press it, or started sucking on it. 'Frag… I'm going to kill this harassing helicopter when I get the chance!' Gears thought darkly as Vortex licked his bulge, making him shudder. 'Frag! What even is this stuff?' he wondered as the door opened and Onslaught and Blast Off enter the room.

"Alright, that's enough," Onslaught ordered the two of them.

"Got it, boss," Brawl said as he backed off slightly reluctantly as Cheetor whined.

'I want to be humped more!' Cheetor complained mentally.

"Hmm… enough fun with you for now," Vortex purred as he backed off from Gears. Onslaught sighed as he went over and picked up Gears and Cheetor and placed them in chairs.

"There. I hope that's more comfortable than the floor," Onslaught said to them and Cheetor nodded at that while Gears 'glared' at him. "Hmm, guess we should remove the plug from your mouth," he said before gesturing to Blast Off to do so. The sissy shuttle sighed before moving over to the two and removing the plugs from their mouth. Once it was removed, Gears immediately spoke up.

"What the hell did you do to us!" he yelled at them.

"We have made you two undergo a process called cybersissificaiton," Onslaught told them.

"Cybersissification?" Cheetor asked as he looked at them. "I'm guessing it happened to you guys too, right?"

"Most unfortunately," Blast Off muttered with contempt. "However, we have control of the place now, which means we can use it however we want, like taking Autobots out of the field of combat by transforming them into us."

"You don't exactly look like you're fit for fighting anymore," Cheetor agreed.

"Neither do we," Gears reminded him. "What the frag is this cybersissification."

"To be honest, we're not sure exactly how it works," Onslaught told him bluntly, "but in effect, it rubberizes the individuals it covers and turn them into highly sensitive rubber dolls."

"Why would anyone do that!?" Gears yelled at him.

"We don't know. We didn't build this place, we just took control of it. It had been abandoned for centuries when we found it and got cybersissified by activating the place's defense system," Onslaught told him he looked himself over sadly. "I hate this form."

"If it helps, you all look very pretty," Cheetor told them.

"Same for you, sexy thing," Vortex said as he got next to Cheetor and patted him on the head. "You're much more friendly than the other one." He glared at Gears.

"Oh, don't mind him. He's like that all the time," Cheetor told him.

"Cheetor. They're the enemy. Quit being friendly with them," Gears ordered him.

"We're just doing our job," Brawl told him. "We didn't exactly ask for this."

'Then why are you doing this to us?" Gears questioned them.

"For pragmatic reasons," Onslaught told him. "If we transform you into these 'cybersissies,' than we can effectively take you out of the field or lessen your impact at the very least, as well as getting you to work at our main base as maids."

"Maids!" Gears yelled. "I won't clean the idiots on my side's messes and I won't clean yours."

"Yeah, I don't like cleaning either," Cheetor agreed.

"Great to see we're on the same page, but you don't get a say in this," Onslaught told them. "You will also be working as pleasurebots to them as well."

"WHAT!?" Gears yelled.

"Hmm… I like the sound of that," Cheetor said as Gears looked back to him, baffled.

"What's wrong with you?" the mini sissy asked him.

"I don't know. I just want to get fragged. Brawl's humping felt so go, that I want to feel spikes in me," Cheetor's explained to him.

"Yeah, I don't blame you," Brawl muttered. "I haven't ever felt this horny before, nor has the others. It makes all of us very sensitive."

"And we can't even overload to relieve the pressure," Vortex mentioned. "Seriously, we've tried, but we can't get ourselves to overload because of these stupid bulges."

"They're not stupid, they're beautiful!" SIS said over the intercom and the two Autobots looked bewildered at that.

"That's SIS," Onslaught explained. "It stands for Synthetic Integration Server. It's the AI that runs the place, and by extension, transformed us into these new forms."

"Yes, but we're his master now and he's surprisingly helpful," Blast Off said.

"Thank you! I try my hardest to serve you effectively, my new masters," SIS thanked them.

"Yes, you do… now if only you can make a cure," the shuttle sissy said.

"Sorry, but that's not in my coding to do," SIS explains to them.

"See what we have to deal with?" he asked the Autobot sissies.

"He does seem infuriating," Gears admitted. "I don't know how you've tolerated it for so long."

"It's easy when they're really good at their job," Onslaught answered. "He was quite effective in taking out both of you out."

"Annoyingly so," Gears admitted.

"Yeah… hey, was the voice of Gears I heard not him?" Cheetor asked him.

"No, that was me," SIS told him. "When I cybersissified, I also scanned him so I'm able to mimic his vocal tones."

"Really? That's cool!" Cheetor said, excited.

"Agreed!" SIS said in the voice of Cheetor's old voice.

"Holy scrap, that's awesome!" Cheetor responded, excited.

"Thank you!" the AI responded.

"Cheetor, you are way too easily excited," Gears told him.

"Well, I think we've talked long enough," Onslaught said. "SIS, start their training exercises."

"Yes, Onslaught," SIS responded as arms came out and started lifting the two up.

"Hey, let us go!" Gears yelled, but SIS ignored his pleas as he carried them out of the room.

"Now to keep watch," Onslaught said as he took a seat on the monitors.

"I'll go check on Swindle," Blast Off said as he exited the room and Brawl and Vortex looked at each other.

"Want to find a private room to have fun?" Vortex asked him.

"Fine with me," Brawl agreed and the two headed out of the room, leaving Onslaught alone in the room.

"SIS, make sure those two don't do anything stupid," Onslaught ordered SIS.

"I will!" SIS responded.

"Good."

"AUG!" Starscream yelled as Megatron overloaded into his valve.

"Hmm… satisfying," Megatron purred as he pulled his spike out of him. "Turning you into my personal whore has been one of the best idea I've ever had."

"You… fragger," Starscream gasped as Megatron brought his spike to his mouth and forced it in.

"Hmm… I must admit, I am a bit of a fragger. You're just too much fun," he told him with a grin as Starscream flicked his glossa around his spike to clean it. "Hmm… I didn't even have to make you clean it this time."

'Of course not. I'm not stupid! You deliver some harsh punishments…,' Starscream thought to himself as he finished cleaning the spike and pulled out.

"Hmm… good work," Megatron praised him as he patted him on the head. "Now, clean up and get back to work. I believe you need to mop the halls."

"Yes, master," Starscream sighed as he got back on his heels and started heading out of the room. Before did so, Megatron gave him a hard slap on the aft, making him yelp before turning to glare at Megatron, who grinned smugly at him.

"Go ooooon," Megatron purred as he headed to the shower and Starscream grumbled before heading out.

"How can anyone walk in these things!" Gears yelled aloud as him and Cheetor were forced to walk in their new footwear and were stumbling about and falling to the flor several times.

"Yeah… this is a bit difficult to walk in, even for someone like me," Cheetor said as he got himself back on his heels. "Requires a lot of balance to walk in these."

"You'll learn. Trust me," Onslaught said over the intercom. "I had to learn how to walk in these infernal things too. If I can do it, you can do it."

"Why do we have to even wear these things?" Gears asked him.

"Because they're sexy," SIS said to them. "It makes you taller and make your legs look really good."

"Gears does look less stumpy," Cheetor commented.

"I wonder if I can use these heels to stab you," Gears wondered.

"It was a joke!" Cheetor justified himself.

"Why you- gah!" he yelled as he tripped to the floor, causing Cheetor to giggled, which caused Gears to 'glare' back at him. "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, but what SIS did to our voices made you sound really funny," Cheetor explained to him while holding back his other giggles. Gears sighed in annoyance at his fellow Autobot sissy.

"It's not funny, Cheetor," Gears said to him. "We've been turned into parodies of our former self. How can you be enjoying yourself?"

"I don't know. I have a lot of weird feelings about this, but I kind of enjoy it," Cheetor admitted a little bit guiltily as he walked around fairly well now. "I'm under no pretense that this isn't against my will, but I might as well enjoy it, since they're not torturing us or anything like that."

"I would call these heels a form of torture," his diminutive friend remarked as he walked unsteadily.

"They're not the most comfortable," Cheetor agreed, "but I think I can get use to the dull ache if the Combaticons can."

"I'm sure you can!" SIS said over the intercom to encourage them. "Be the best sissies you can be."

"…Just try and get over it," Onslaught stated to them with a belabored sigh. "I know it isn't comfortable, but I'm sure that all of us can handle it, you can too."

"I'm trying to! Gears is the one being a Debbie downer," Cheetor told him.

"Why do I let you watch Earth sitcoms?" Gears wondered to himself.

"Because you secretly enjoy them," Cheetor grinned.

"No I don't!" he yelled defensively.

"Something tells me you both watch the same show Blast Off does," Onslaught muttered.

"Hmm… you seem to be getting the hang of it, Cheetor!" SIS praised him.

"Thank you!" Cheetor replied as he wagged his tail happily at that. "I do like challenges and this is kind of fun."

"This isn't fun," Gears remarked,

"What is fun for you?" the animalformer countered with a grin.

"Not this," he replied.

"You're just jealous that I'm cuter!" Cheetor mocked hum.

"Why would I be jealous over that?" Gears asked him.

"Ugh… SIS, give both of them five spanks on the aft," Onslaught ordered, exasperated.

"Yes, master!" SIS said as his hands reached for the two arguing sissies and held them up in the air.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gears asked.

"You two argue too much," SIS said as his hands came down and started spanking them on their aft.

"GAH!" they both yelled.

"I'm sorry! It's all Gears fault for being such a grouch," Cheetor said.

"My fault! Why you- ouch!" Gears was interrupted by a smack to his and Cheetor's aft.

"It's not nice to pass blame onto other, Cheetor," SIS said to him before smacking his aft.

"Ow! I'm sorry!" he apologized.

"And Gears! It's not nice to be such a contrarian," SIS said before spanking him on the aft.

"Urk!" Gears grunted before SIS delivered two more strikes to both of their afts, making them yell in pain.

"Now, both of you apologize to each other," SIS insisted.

"I'm sorry," Cheetor said immediately and looked to Gears for a response. Gears was annoyed by this but relented.

"I'm sorry, Cheetor," Gears apologized.

"Good. Now, kiss and make-up!" SIS said as he brought the two closer to each other.

"Wait, what are you- UM!" Gears groaned as him and Cheetor were forced to kiss each other.

"Now, I'll let you kiss like this for, um… five minutes," SIS said and Gears immediately started struggling while Cheetor hummed happily as he deepen the kiss.

'Hmm… my first kiss. I think I like it,' Cheetor purred in his mind as Gears, with how much he was struggling, clearly didn't.

"Ugh…" Starscream moaned as he mopped the floors, inserting the mop in the bucket of water, swab the floors, move ahead, and repeat. It was a highly repetitive task, one that he really wish would be over soon, but knew it wouldn't. And it didn't help that Rumble and Frenzy were right in front of him, snickering and mocking him every step of the way.

"How much did Megatron make you scream this time?" Frenzy asked smugly.

"Must've been loud. Megatron has a big spike," Rumble reminded him. "And knowing him, he stick it all the way in."

"Oh, I bet he did," his twin agreed with a smirk and Starscream grumbled to himself.

'There has to be way to get back at these two brats,' he thought to himself. 'I will not stand for such mockery from them! Megatron is one thing, but these two runts is another story entirely.'

"Hmm… it be even better if we could make him scream," Frenzy said.

"Oh, I agree," his twin laughed.

"Would you shut up, you infantile, frag" Starscream halted as he thought about it. 'They want to make me scream? Well then… if I play it right, I might just get them to do so… and take care of them for good.'

"Hey, something wrong with you?" Rumble asked and for once, Starscream had an emotion that permanent smile on his face.

"Oh, it's nothing…," Starscream said coyly as he moped. "I'm just thinking… how would you make me scream?"

"Huh? Isn't that obvious? Lots of fragging and fisting…," Frenzy said longingly.

"Hmm… that does sound fun with you two?" Starscream asked them.

"Oh yeah… ouch!" Frenzy yelled as Rumble slapped him on the back of the head.

"Head, remember the rule? We can't frag Starscream," Rumble reminded his twin.

"Yeah, I know. I was just imagining it," he replied.

"Megatron will never know," Starscream told them as he mopped the floors, "so long as we're careful, at least."

"Careful?" Rumble asked.

"Yes… today wouldn't be optimal, but if we could schedule one further down the line…," Starscream said to the, shifting his body to show his aft to them, "then you may be allow to hit it." The two minicons looked at each other at that statement, licking their lips with their glossa.

"You think we should…?" Frenzy asked him.

"I want to do it…," Rumble muttered.

"You two can run along now," Starscream said to them as he shifted back to his normal position. "I'm sure you need to think long and hard about it."

"Oh, we will," Rumble said as they both nodded and ran off. "Bye!"

"Bye…," Starscream hummed as he smiled darkly to himself. 'Idiots.'