Transformers Belongs to Hasbro

Chapter 4

A/N: I'm working on the one-shots and I'll try to have them up by spring break so don't worry! Also, I'm having trouble deciding Pixel's love interest. It's between Megatron and Optimus...Or even Soundwave! Y U MECHS SO SEXY? Either way, you girls/guys decide! One more thing! I had to change the rating to mature since this chapter is a bit..juicy...BWAHAHAHA!

MATURE CONTENT WARNING BEFORE YOU READ!

Satisfied by their answers, the tyrant turned to face the trembling femme once more.

"I hope your stay has been enjoyable so far, seeing as we had an...intriguing first encounter. How do you feel?" Megatron asked, admiring her chassis like one of the weapons on his room's wall. Without a thought he ran his razor sharp digit quite gently down her arm plating.

A shiver slithered itself down her spine as she felt the sharp instrument so close to herself.

"I feel...as well as to be expected...Thank you for..." Pixel led off as she tried to imply her meaning. Thank you for not killing me. Thank you for not killing Captain. Thank you for fixing my helm. Thank you for the polish. The list was endless yet the negatives out-weighed the almost nice things Megatron had done for her.

"Ah, the pleasure was all mine. Though I hear that Knock Out enjoyed the job of it. And the polish, was it to your liking?" he asked softly, admiring the gleam of her chassis.

"Y-Yes, sir. It's a l-luxury I've never had...B-But I had a r-request." Pixel stuttered, worried on how far she could push this mech. One of Megatron's optic ridge arched questioningly. A bold move on this femme's part.

"And what request would that be?" Megatron asked, taking a step back to view her full on and fix her in his optics. A move of a strategic leader.

"C-Captain, please fix him. Your medic said he was badly hurt and he's all I have. Please! He's all I have left." Pixel begged, subconsciously walking closer to the towering mech. Ah, yes, the old warrior-class mech. He had nearly forgotten. Though he did vaguely remember coming back with Pixel in his arms and seeing a severely beaten mech on the ground. That old mech apparently meant alot to this femme. He did not feel the least guilty for killing the bots on board but he knew how badly depression could effect those with a fragile processor. He did not intend to break her but did not intend to treat the old Autobot like his prize.

"Hmmm, I suppose that could be arranged. But if he pulls another stunt like before then I will kill him. Are we understood, femme?" Megatron asked, fixing her in a stern look. He could not help but smirk as her optics lit up and she nodded her helm vigorously. But then then something hit him that he had not even thought of. He had yet to discover her designation. Soundwave was sure to know. Megatron decided that would be a better option rather than asking and lowering the self-image he presented. Arachnid could be heard hissing nearby but Megatron paid her no mind. He was the master of the ship.

"Thank you so much! I swear we'll be g-good and I'll keep him out of trouble." Pixel promised, just happy to know that Captain would be okay. Yet, a part of her was still terrified for him. Captain was not known for taking orders.

"Excellent, I'll send Knock Out to him for repairs. He stays in the cell though. But, he stays in the cell. Visits will be conducted by either Soundwave or myself." Megatron explained, motioning to the silent mech. Pixel turned to look at the mech. Though his face was covered by the screen, she could tell he was watching her. Pixel forced herself to give the mech a weak smile to perhaps be on better terms with him. But he merely watched her with emotionless interest. Her tanks clenched sickeningly as she realized that Captain would still be forced to be in a cell.

"As for you, Soundwave will lead you to your living quarters to rest. I'm sure you're not completely recharged yet and I need to keep you somewhere. Goodnight, femme." Megatron chuckled, turning away as he commed Knock Out.

Pixel did not realize Soundwave was beside her until he felt his servo gently on the small of her back, beckoning her to follow him.

"I'm sorry if...Captain hurt you badly..." Pixel finally spoke as Soundwave lead her through the labyrinth-like hallways. Her helm turned shyly down as she watched her walking peds. "He just wanted us to be free..."

Pixel could feel his face turn toward her and it caused her cheeks to turn pink. He had a way of watching so intensely yet his optics were not shown. She nearly jumped out of her armor as she felt his servo pat the top of her helm. Pixel was surprised but accepted the gesture as he had taken her apology.

"Living quarters." Soundwave mimicked, stopping as they finally reached the door to her room. Pixel watched quietly as he punched in a code and the door opened to reveal a lavish scene of the plushest berth she had ever laid optics on that was covered in all sorts of luxurious, soft pillows. The berth was not the only thing that caught her optic. A desk sat next to it with a data pad to keep her entertained with writing or drawing. A closer look also showed her that it could be used to read old stories from the Cybertronian data banks. Though she had read them almost ten times each, she could read them a hundred more.

She was even more shocked to see that there was another door to open. Pixel was weary to open it but Soundwave did the honor. Her azure optics went wide as she saw the huge bathing tank that was inside. To the side, she could see a polishing towel and a can of the polish that Knock Out had so expertly applied to her armor beforehand. Never once in her young life had she ever had any of these things to herself. To be honest, she had shared a berth with Captain her whole life since he was most trusted of the mechs and Pixel had been a last minute addition to the crew. Bathing arrangements consisted of her having to wait till the other mechs finished their showers in a mass group, leaving Pixel alone to bath in ice cold bathing fluids. Though she was too grateful to complain about her life. She was given more than she would have ever asked for and everyone had cared deeply for her.

"Is this all...for me?" Pixel asked, looking up at Soundwave with a look of disbelief. The silent mech nodded his helm as he closed the door and walked toward the room's exit.

"Goodnight, femme." he repeated silently as the door closed behind himself, locking instantly.

Watching him leave, Pixel turned toward the plush berth. All these luxuries turned her tank sourly as she thought of poor Captain beaten and in a cell all alone... She felt a horrible, spoiled bot that had no rights to be given such nice things when she deserved nothing.

Sadly, she curled up on the floor with tears in her optics, ignoring the comforts of the berth next to herself. Pixel refused to sleep in the luxury until she was informed that Captain was fixed and in good health.

"Captain...I'm so sorry..." Pixel whimpered as she fell into a fretful slumber.

Knock Out whistled a tune as he carried his medical supplies to Captain's cell. That femme had quite the effect on his leader. It was not often that the medic was called on to fix a prisoner that was not needed. Alas, the little siren had caught the older tyrant's fancy and Knock Out could not wait to see how this endeavor played out for the femme. Even himself was entranced by Pixel. Her sweet, naive nature was endearing and nothing like spider-bitch and little miss partner-trouble. The way her cheeks turned pink with shyness and embarrassment sent a pleasurable chill down his spine. But he knew better than to go in that direction. Pixel was someone that he did not want to taint. Her beauty was something to be preserved. He also did not want Megatron after his aft..

Shaking the thoughts from his helm, Knock Out arrived at Captain's cell. The medic crinkled his nose as he saw the mech in a pool of his own energon. Though he was surprised to see the mech attempt to sit up as he heard the medic walk in.

"Aren't you a beautiful sight for my optics." Knock Out scoffed, approaching the mech.

"P-Pixel...I sw-swear if any of you l-laid a servo on h-her..I'll..." Captain growled, but crumpling once more on the floor, his wounds gushing more at the attempt. Knock Out snorted as he bent down and began his repairs on the old mech. He could tell he'd be working for awhile.

"Little Pixel? Oh, you have nothing to worry about. I fixed her right up and she's even more beautiful with her armor all polished up. The look on her face was priceless. You'd think she's never had polish on before." Knock Out chortled, patching one of Captain's fuel lines.

"Always kn-knew...she'd grow up to a pr-pretty f-femme just like her mother. Rest her mother and father's sparks... Where is she now and what do-does M-Megatron have planned for the both of us?" Captain grunted, feeling a little better as he was fixed.

"Hmph, looks like you'll be in here for awhile, Megatron's orders. Pixel is the only reason you're not dead yet. Little charmer asked for you to be repaired and taken care of. Thought for sure that he would've refused her request. But you're still bound to this cell and Megsie says if you try another escape he'll kill you. That was a promise. As for the femme, she's perfectly fine. Soundwave put her in one of the best rooms the Nemesis has to offer. Hell, the room is second only to Megatron's own private quarters. Lucky femme, I'm even a little jealous. But I was supposed to ask you a question, is our little dove...intact?" the medic asked, working on the cracked armor with a little smirk.

Captain was appalled by the question. Of course that egotistic tyrant would want to know if he was going to be the first one that would mate his ward. But it did open the opportunity to deter these mechs.

"Unfortunately, no... One of the mechs on board had taken advantage of her when she was even younger than she is now. Trust me...that mech was quickly dealt with in the most horrific way. Also explains the way she is around mechs..." Captain muttered with fake sadness. Hopefully his plan would work.

"It seems I'll have to check your story out, old mech." a deep voice chuckled from the doorway. There stood Megatron in all his horrific glory, arms crossed and leaning against the frame. How long had he been there? It did not matter as he walked away with a smirk.

"No! Don't you dare touch her!" Captain bellowed, trying to rush after him but collapsing brutally to the floor. Tears ran down his cheeks of what he had done.

The sound of the door opening was enough to wake Pixel from her restless slumber. But seeing Megatron was enough to scare the sleepiness from her chassis. She quickly stood as he made his way in.

"Ah, no need for such fright. I've only come to check a little detail to sate my own curiosity." the tyrant chortled, coming close to take her into his arms. Her optics widened with terror as he laid her chassis on the berth with her body exposed. A soft whimper escaped her as she curled into a ball. Megatron smirked as he gently pulled her arms and legs so that she was spread once more on the berth, giving her a look that told her to be still.

A sharp gasp escaped her as his servo came to her pelvic plating and began to rub it softly.

"St-Stop..ah...what are you d-doing?" she whimpered, feeling the odd sensation for the first time. Megatron ignored her question as he rubbed softly and began to pick up into a more rigorous tempo. His smirk widened as he heard her sweet whimpers and gasps as the pleasurable sensations took her, confusing her naive processor. Her pelvic plating was becoming warm to the touch and he could feel the wetness on his digits. His skilled digits quickly found the way to the the hidden override switches, revealing her virgin port to the satisfied tyrant. Coating his digit generously with her lubricant, he slid a digit into the virgin tightness of her port.

"Ah! I-It hurts! Please s-stop!" Pixel cried, squirming uncomfortably on the plush berth as he added another digit and began to stretch her.

"Ssshhh, it'll feel better soon. I promise." he whispered gently, satisfied as he felt the fragile seal meet the tips of his digits. As he had thought, the old mech had been lying about the state of his prize. Captain should have known better than to test him. Megatron's optics trailed up her chassis until he was looking at her face. Her cheeks were a bright pink, her chassis was rising and falling rapidly, and her optics were closed in a painful yet pleasurable expression.

"It seems you are intact, my dear. I think I should award you for being such a good femme." he chuckled, beginning to move his digits rapidly in and out of her port until she was squirming once more in pure pleasure.

"My stomach feels s-so..ah..weird~..." Pixel whimpered, confused but her heated processor made thinking so hard for her, yet it registered the pleasure she was feeling. Megatron's smirk widened as he quickened his pace, pulling more sweet sounds from her lips. He could tell she was close to her climax and from her reactions, he could tell it was her first time.

Then it hit her full force, her port clenched around his digits, and her vocalizer nearly shorted out the wave of pleasure hit her for the first time. She was shaky and panting as she rode out the experience. Megatron caught her lips as he silenced her noises as his glossa explored the caverns of her mouth, taking in every delicious taste. Against her will, her lips began to move along with his own. She was sickened as she realize what]had been done to her but the pulsing of her port kept her from thinking much. Gently, Megatron released her lips and removed his digits from her port. Oh how he would have loved to mate her right as she was on the berth but he knew it would be a bad idea. Causing the femme to overload was one thing, putting his cable into her and dominating her was another thing. Besides, he wanted her to submit willingly.

Pixel's optics flickered as exhaustion creeped up on her, following her overload. It hit her as to why Captain had never allowed her to bathe with the other mechs or recharge with them. Megatron's smirking face was the last thing she saw before giving in to recharge.

Megatron went to her where her bathing tank was and retrieved a towel that had been wetted with warm liquid and cleaned up the 'mess' he had caused for Pixel. After she was clean, her pelvic plating was put back into it's place.

"Goodnight, dear." Megatron chuckled, giving her face one last stroke before turning off the lights and closing the door behind himself.