I've been having a lot of writer's block lately, so I decided to step away from MERCY for a little bit. I got this crazy idea about a voodoo doll after watching an episode of Grizzly and the Lemmings. Things make no sense and they get super weird… Have fun with it!
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The Power of Voodoo
From the creator that brought you MERCY.
It was safe to say that Ultra Magnus was ultimately done with the rest of the world. Not just humans, but with other Cybertronians as well. The Lieutenant thought he might enjoy having the company of others after he had been in space alone for so long, but then he remembered why he preferred to spend his time alone back on Cybertron. Other conscious minds could just become so irritating. This team was littered with too much insubordination and disorganization it left him with an ache in his tank at the end of the day. He did have a healthy respect for the human children, however. They had proven themselves worthy of their abilities after the fall of the Decepticon tower, but when it was all over the way they chose to celebrate was just confusing. Instruments, food, dancing? This was acceptable behavior in the middle of a civil war? And the bots before him appeared to have no problem with indulging such tomfoolery. Bumblebee and Arcee started dancing, Wheeljack (not surprisingly) started sipping on his own home brewed high grade, and oddly enough Breakdown and Smokescreen were glancing at each other like somehow the universe finally made sense.
As for Optimus and Ratchet, nobody really knew what they were up to afterwards. The two of them were given a separate building on the base, and they left to do their own thing. Magnus was a little disappointed Optimus left so quickly after the fight. He was looking forward to having time to talk with his former mentor for a while, but he didn't want to interject his decision to be with his (to Magnus's surprise) bond-mate. On the bright side to everyone else acting like fools, the tall bot would have the makeshift resting quarters to himself for a while.
A little R&R was probably the best thing he could ask for right now. He had traveled a long distance to get to this planet after all, and he could do without what he thought was ridiculous. But once he closed the doors behind him for some privacy, he noticed a large stuffed doll on one of the berths behind him… That was unusually shaped like him. Looked like no matter where the leader of the Wreckers went, he wasn't going to be able to avoid the oddity of this planets customs.
"Is anyone still in here?" Magnus asked as he moved closer to the toy. It was a very large plush, and it appeared to be soft in most places. There were a few random places, like it's chassis and under charge, that had what looked like metal plating. There was no way any human could have constructed such a gargantuan stuffed toy in such a short amount of time. It must be a prank of some kind, and he immediately thought of one mech. "Wheeljack? Is this your handy work?"
No one answered him, and he quickly searched the facility for any signs of life. There was no one and nothing. Nothing but the Ultra plush. "For Primus sake…" The blue semi sighed as he picked up the toy to examine it properly. First thing he noticed was how it was much larger than he first initially thought. When it was lifted high enough to drag it's stuffed pedes across the floor, it's expressionless helm came to the center of Magnus's torso.
It was strange. When he slid his servos under the toys arms, the bot was certain he could feel the pressure of his metallic hands under his own shoulders. Coincidence, he told himself and he returned to his investigation. The detail was rather impressive in the giant's opinion, and even admired the attention to detail of its stitching and even thought the iron pipping on its shoulders was a nice touch. But Magnus was never particularly interested in stuffed toys, even back on his home planet. So he tossed it aside and started adjusting his berth.
"Ow!" He exclaimed when he felt a sudden pain on the back of his helm, as if someone had smacked him from behind. Quickly, he turned around to face his would-be attacker, but nobody was there. The plush was, and it had landed on its helm after being in tossed. "What? No…"
This was illogical. There was no possible way in this universe or the next that that doll was somehow connected to him, but to be sure he reached down for the toy and pinched one of its arms. "Ow!" He called out again, a sharp pinch tingling in the same spot. This doll was somehow…
"What is this?" He was so confused. Why was this piece of rag and metal connected to him? How was this happening? Who did this and why? He picked the toy up a second time and scowled at it right in his little bead eyes. Again he felt the pressure under his arms, and he wondered for a moment, what else he could feel out of this look alike plush. Magnus set it back on the berth to examine it a second time, if for nothing more than to figure out if this object was truly a threat to his well-being, before going to his teammates for help if needed.
After laying the doll on its back, Magnus took one of its arms and lifted it above his helm. He could feel the pressure on his wrist, but he didn't feel his own arm following the physical movement. He did the same thing with the other arm, and then with its legs. Again, nothing but the feeling of being held, but no bodily shifting whatsoever. Curiosity began to overtake his concern, and after he switched his helm over the room to make sure he was still alone, he glided his digit along the underside of his chassis.
"Bwa-ha! Ha! Ha!" Magnus laughed, but hurriedly tried to stifle himself. He knew he was alone, but it was still a vulnerable feeling to intentionally tickle yourself in an area he knew he was sensitive in. His faceplate glimmered blue when the reality of the situation settled in his processor (or whatever came close to reality at this point), this toy truly was connected to his physicality. He still didn't know why, but as far as he could tell as long as he didn't do anything to harm the plush, he wouldn't be harmed as well.
The room stilled a moment when Magnus sat down next to the toy. He had a lot of thoughts swimming in his mind, but for the most part he just stared at it. One thought haunted him for almost five minutes, which felt like an eternity. What else? He knew he could feel pressure and was able to tickle himself, but what else could he feel? Should he act on this curiosity? Was it right to do so? Was he really willing to try? With a decent amount of prompting on his part he finally stood up and walked over to the other end of the room. The large blue mech circled the inside of the building and again searched to see if anyone was hiding or had slipped in while he was distracted. When he came to the bay door, he noticed a pully system to the side. It appeared to be a locking mechanism that would drop a steel beam when pulled. It was a crude installment form the humans, but it was rather decent of them to include the option for privacy for their guest. But of course there was still the issue of the human entrance, so after Magnus pulled the latch shut, he picked up a steel shelf and barricaded the smaller door.
Ultra Magnus was certain he was now alone, but he still hesitated about returning to the berth. These thoughts in his mind were crazy, but he could not ignore them, and that look in the toy's glass eyes told him that it knew he was conflicted. He almost made the mistake of again making eye contact as he reached for the toys chassis. The red paint was very similar to the color over his own and it was rather pleasing, but once that thought crossed Magnus's CPU, he pulled his metallic hand back again. He felt so conceited feeling a slight attraction to basically himself. He may have a high standard of superiority for himself, but in no way was he vain.
The Lieutenant was very confused now. What was he going to do with this object? What was it truly for? Maye he should talk to Optimus about it first? But he was still spending time with Ratchet, and he didn't want to intrude on their night alone. "What are you doing Magnus?" He said aloud hoping the sound of his own voice would clear his mind. It didn't, but it was worth a try.
However the decision was finally made, and he was going to hide the doll somewhere until he had the chance to show it to someone and find out what this thing really was. The giant mech grasped the toy by the side of its torso, but before he could lift it, he felt a surge of pleasure lace over his frame. Clearly that was spot on his body that was sensitive, and he embarrassed himself with how good that sensation felt. But he was mortified when he told himself… He wanted to feel more.
Taking a deep intake he sat back down on to the berth and pulled the plush over his lap. He could feel the sensation of his own struts somehow below them, but once again his legs didn't move in the same direction as the dolls'. More details of the plush became obvious. His faceplate had emotionless glass optics and his helmet was metal, but in place of dermas he noticed a slit in the soft area of it head. Clearly it was the doll's lip-plates, but what he didn't know was if there was an oral cavity behind them. The answer was yes as his digit protruded past the cloth material and slipped into the opening.
"Unh!" He mumbled in surprise. He could feel his own digit in his mouth, but it was much larger. Not as big as a standard spike, but it was enough to alert him. The surprises didn't stop there as he pushed his finger further into cavity and discovered there was a decent sized lump in center. It was his glossa and it was clearly sensitive. He moaned over the invisible object in his cavity as he swirled his digit around the lump. The sensation was so pleasing he didn't even feel any shame when a stream of oral lubricant drizzled down his chin. The blue blush growing under his optics glowed brighter when he inserted a second digit and gently pinched the toy's tongue.
"Mmm…!" Magnus didn't know how to explain how this was so desirable, but at the moment he didn't care to stop. He had been alone in his ship for a very long time, and although he could do without the social aspect of a berth partner, he didn't know much he needed the physical aspect of that connection. It had been so long since he had been touched by… Well, not by someone else, but he wasn't quite touching himself. If he continued, would this be considered interfacing, or masturbation? According to the heat building in his codpiece, for the moment, it didn't matter.
He withdrew his digits and eagerly traced his servos over the toy's chassis; over his chassis. He found all the wires and crevasses he was the most tender and sensitive. It was all he could do to control the volume of his vocals, as he whimpered and heaved in passion. This was wrong. Magnus's mind creamed at him that this was so wrong, but the feeling was to good to stop now.
His charge was building quickly, and it wasn't very surprising considering how long it has been since he felt like this. It was the closest he came to be felt up by someone other then himself, and he could not deny his need to be touched. "Oh please…" His helm leered back as he begged, not caring that he was technically pleading to himself. "Keep going… Don't stop…"
The giant mech's servos slid further and further down the tiny frame of the plush until he felt his own hands on his hip-joints. It really had been a long time for the Wrecker, since his spike paneling clicked open. The only reason Magnus gasped was from the feeling of a smaller spike pressurizing along the underside of his own. This plush even had interfacing equipment? And if it had a spike, did that mean…?
Yes. Again the answer was yes when the slick clicking sound of his valve covering was followed by a smaller click beneath the base of his erection. No time to debate the possibilities of how this was possible, he was to wound up to stop now. Excited to ignore all consequences he reached down to his own valve and collected a decent amount of lubricant on his digits. Slowly he slid them under the toys valve, and he mewled from the sensation over his own. The slickness on his digits made it ease for him to slip into the artificial opening and he cried out from his self-intrusion.
"Ah-hah!" He instinctively bucked his hips and forced his fingers further into the plush. In turn he could feel the stretch of his own fingers spreading the mesh walls around his equipment and it was blindingly satisfying. This was wrong. His processor screamed even louder this time that what he was doing had to be wrong, but for once in his function, the Lieutenant just did not want to be right. "D-Deeper! Oh Primus! Deeper!"
He pushed in further and curved his digits when the were buried up to his third knuckles. There the tip of his longest finger hit his furthest sensory node, and he thought he literally lost his mind. "Yes! By the All-Spark! Yes!"
The large mech panted desperately while he pulled his digits in and out of the plush toy's valve and circled his hips in an attempt to achieve more friction. The whirling sound of his own cooling vents drowned out the everlasting loop of doubt in his helm, and he became even more encouraged to chase the tail of that dragon he called an overload.
"C-Close…!" Magnus begged to himself even louder than before and clenched his hands over the doll's shoulder. He could feel a small pain in his own shoulder, but the building pleasure as to great to ignore. His other servo moved faster and harder, hitting every node as his labored breathing became the only indication, he was still a part of this physical reality conscious beings called the universe. "So close! It has been so long! Oh please! AHH!"
His orgasm hit him with intensity, and he could even feel his valve clenching around the digits inside the plush. He still pushed them upward to exhaust the last bit of his climax. For a moment, Magnus thought he may have gone blind, but as the last wave of his overload dissolved into nothing but random jitters and shakes, he concluded that his optics had actually rolled into the back of his helm. The blue mech heaved and panted heavily while his cooling vents slowed, and he slowly sat up to see the damage he had actually done. His chassis and torso was completely covered in his own transfluid and the berth was practically drenched in the lubricants from his valve. The plush also had plenty of fluid laced over its frame and even had a few strands laced over its face.
"Oh dear…" Magnus frowned awkwardly. "Sorry." He then shook his helm when he heard himself speak out loud. "For the love of Primus… What did I just do? Guess I should just be glad I didn't get caught doing this."
"One problem with that…" Wheeljack whispered to himself from outside the building and peering inside where Magnus could not see him. "You forgot to block the windows."
To Be Continued…?