Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel Belongs To PixelTheLittlestFembot

Chapter 10

Mature Content Warning: No Penetration (Extreme Foreplay)

Knockout was relieved to find Megatron walking back into the control room with Pixel walking silently behind him. She still looked upset but she did not look like Megatron had harmed her in the least. This femme truly did have a spell cast over him. His master did not even look like he was still raging, instead, a soft smile graced his lips. The tyrant turned to Pixel as if he wished for her to say something. Her cheeks blushed and she stepped forward.

"I apologize for running away... I did not mean any harm. I-It was a reflex when I became scared. Please forgive me..." she whispered, giving a low bow to Knockout and Soundwave. The silent mech merely nodded his helm, conveying his feelings. Knockout was absolutely beaming.

"Oh, of course! How could we ever stay mad at you?! Just give us a little warning the next time you want alone time. Alright?" the medic laughed, relief showing clearly in his face. It would not of been unheard of if Megatron had beaten or killed her. Pixel gave him a soft, tired smile. It was spark warming that the medic was so forgiving.

"Pixel has learned her lesson and a much clearer set of rules while she is our guest. If her actions are repeated, no amount of tears will deter her punishment." Megatron said sternly, his voice showing no hint of kidding. Pixel nodded her helm quickly and obediently. Their previous conversation was still fresh in their processors but Pixel was still a prisoner of war. She had voiced that she could love a monster but that did not mean her spark was to be given over so easily. Megatron was still a monster, void of any feelings of killing, but he did have a special spot for her. He could be gentle, but he was not afraid to take pleasure from her chassis.

"I'm sure she will do no such thing! She's a smart femme and I know she will be a good." Knockout chatted lightheartedly. Megatron was only half-listening, his thoughts were drawn to Pixel's fidgeting. She was still scared, that much was obvious. To Pixel, her life was in the servos of these mechs she did not trust. No matter what words they used to soothe her. Dreadwing was the first to speak once more.

"It is good that we have found Pixel but we still have other issues. Starscream is still out there and will no doubt stage another attack. Not to mention that the Autobots will be plotting our destruction. We will need to plan a strategy now." the SIC explained. Megatron nodded, he had allowed his little obsession to take up too much of his time. The Decepticon cause had been neglected with her presence. He glanced to his side to see her staring up at him, searching for his next decision.

"Soundwave, take Pixel back to my quarters. There is much to be done." Megatron commanded, stroking her helm before walking to Dreadwing. Pixel turned to glance at Megatron before turning to leave with Soundwave.

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Pixel laid awake, waiting and waiting just for Megatron to arrive once more. She was still scared of his temper and though he constantly assured her, she could not help but feel as if he would eventually tire of her. Tire of how meek she could be and tire of the way she shyed away from him. What was she to do though? She knew nothing of mech or the way a Decepticon's processor worked. Her processor was absolutely reeling and she did not know what to do... But then it hit her. She did know somethkn that he wanted from her. Captain would be ashamed at the thoughts that flitted through her mind. Oh he would of yelled louder than the time she saw him naked for the first time.

Her breathing hitched as she heard the door slide open. Megatron slid into the berth without a single word. It dawned on her that he must be as tired as she felt. His back was turned away from her and she feared that he was angry with her. Delicate servos pressed the self against his back. She could feel him freeze at the interaction.

"You are awake?" He questioned, his back still turned to her. Pixel rested her face against his back and nodded. His venting was heavy and did not sound like he was in a pleasant mood.

"Are you still angry...from before?" She whispered, fearing his answer. It took a few moments for the tyrant to respond.

"If I was angry with you, you would be sleeping in a cell and not nuzzled against my back plating." He responded curtly. It was obvious something was bothering him and it was worrying Pixel.

"Then why won't you turn to me...?" She asked, cheeks pink at the thought of sounding needy. He was her guardian here and his mood effected her fate. His body was rigid against hers.

"Because... Your heat... It's starting to come in and the smell is wafting up my nose. If I turn to you, my spike will be inside you before you could do that adorable squeak I've grown so accustomed to... You may not be able to feel it yet, but that smell is driving my processor mad. I smelled it when I first walked in and having been denying my primal side for your sake." he grunted, his chassis had a slight tremble to it now. Her cheeks grew even redder now. A heat? What was he talking about? She noticed her chassis was a little warmer and sensitive but that was about it.

His shuddering was growing a bit more pronounced with each passing moment and her spark began to pulse rapidly. Yes, he had rough with his affections before but she had never seen him so...so primal.

"Megatron, s-sir. If it helps... You can touch me if you like... I know it's not much but it may make you feel better." she whispered, trying to think of how to cool his need. A tiny servo grasped his servo and led it to her chassis. His servo was also shaking as she placed it on her hip. Pixel winced as his grip tightened on the delicate metal. If only the young femme knew what she did to the mech.

"That...would be a poor decision." he grunted, but his servo slowly stroked the length of leg to her waist. The very touch of her armor was enough to drive him mad and she still wore that innocent expression that he loved. Pixel's legs trembled at his touches as they rougher. The femme felt her world flip upside down as Megatron whirled around and pinned her to the berth. His venting was absolutely panting now and his optics glowed and even brighter red than usual, and his denta were clenched dangerously.

"M-Megatron...?" she whispered questioningly, his expression unsettling and his grip like a vice on her wrists.

"Shush!" he growled dangerously, moving between her legs and forcing them apart. His spike throbbed painfully as their plating met. Pixel gasped at the interaction. There was no way she could escape him like this and even if she called for help, no one would come. Her optics turned wide as she felt something brush against her leg. It was red, hot and moist. Unbeknownst to Pixel, Megatron's spike had been released from it's plating. The foreign feeling was enough to make her thrash. Megatron was quick to suck at her neck cables to calm her down.

"I'm not...going...to force you. Just lay there and you have my word that I will not enter you." he panted, coming to her receptor and gently nibbling it. A pleasurable gasp escaped the femme but she did not get his meaning. What did he have planned then? Her question was answered as he began to grind against her legs and rub his spike on her pelvic region. H-He was dry humping her! A rough grunt escaped him as he picked up pace and wrapped his arms around her until she was trapped against his body. Pixel's legs fidgeted pleasurably as the movements became rougher and he pressed harder against her. She dared to glance down and see his spike pointed up at her. It jolted forward with each thrust and it's length was long enough to rub against her abdominal region.

Megatron's thrust became more and more forceful until Pixel's body was literally rocked back and forth against the berth, her arms trapped at her side as he grunted against her neck. Suddenly, he released her and sat up. Pixel was confused until she felt herself flipped onto her stomach and her hips pulled up until she was on her knees but her face was pressed roughly against the berth's pillows. His spike was quick to fill the gap between her thighs and his servos gripped roughly onto her hip joints. Pixel had to grip the sheets to keep her body from falling forward with each brutal thrust.

"Your chassis...is delectable...Mmmm... Pixel~ Such a pleasant name!" he growled, leaning over her to nibble on her neck cables. Pixel cried out as her body was ravaged and pleasure shook her young frame. Her processor was muddled as her face rubbed back and forth across the sheets. A familiar feeling in her abdomen was beginning to build up. It was the same feeling that had grown when Megatron had entered her with his digits.

"P-Please...s-so close..so so so close...! Faster, please, harder! M~Megatron!" she cried out, her chassis giving in to it's own desire and her vocalizer obeying the pleasure and not her processor. The horrible things he had done to her in the beginning faded away and was replaced by the unadulterated desire she felt at the moment. Her heat had not even fully sat in and she was already calling his name.

The sound of her pleading voice was enough to nearly make him climax. Oh, how easy it would have been to slip the plating off and enter her from behind. Her port was absolutely dripping and even with the plating on, it slid down her slender legs. It was enough to drench his spike and continue thrusting faster. Megatron was quick to obey her desires and thrusted so hard that a sharp gasp escaped her lips and her chassis fell forward until she laid flat against the berth. Megatron took the opportunity to drape his chassis over hers and pin her to the berth. There was no buffer for each thrust and Pixel found herself screaming his name over and over until her voice nearly shorted out.

"Yes, scream it louder! Let everyone hear who you belong to on this ship!" he hissed in her receptor, his end drawing near with each passing moment. Megatron knew she had hit her climax as she shuddered under him and her voice screamed a prolonged "Meeeegaaaatrooooon". His pace quickened a bit more until he too hit his moment. His fluids drenched Pixel's abdomen from underneath and coated the sheets underneath her. "Pixel" was the name he called as he came to completion. Both were absolutely panting and Pixel's optics were fading fast. He could not help but chortle as he realized that he had not even penetrated his little virgin and he had caused her to scream so loud and long. She had been literally begging him to take her. But he had made a promise to not enter her and he had kept it, though he did not have too. He could have simply taken her by force and it had been so tantalizing. Yet, her scared optics had deterred him. No, he would take her when her heat was in full swing.

"Do not fall asleep yet, my love." he whispered, scooping her up to pull off the stained sheets and to replace them with clean ones. It was tempting to leave his fluids on her stomach but he thought it would be best not to upset her when she awoke later on and her processor was clear. He had a slight fear that she would be upset with him when her mind was back in order but it was no matter. He was quick to clean his mess with a warm rag and tucked her back into bed. Her optics flickered off as soon as she hit the berth.

"Goodnight, my little Pixel. Let no nightmares invade your dreams." he whispered, pecking her helm and falling asleep himself.