Series Title: A Queen For Joo!

Chapter One: Do Not Want!

Pairings: Megatron/Bumblebee

Ratings: M

Warnings: MechxMech, non-consensual, violence, strong/creative language

Summary: It's Megatron's creation day and his loyal followers decide to get the Warlord a Queen. Someone small and pretty, with blue optics and a strong defiant personality...

Bumblebee hummed softly as he sped through his patrol, keeping his optics open for any suspicious activity and his scanners stretched to their maximum. He had been spending so much time with Sari lately, that keeping his scanners on was second nature.

The little human kept him on the tips of his pede's with her curiosity and playful attitude making for very interesting adventures. Chuckling as a recent adventure came up in his processor, the minibot sped up even more.

Swerving past Prowl as the ninja bot came up beside him, Bumblebee giggled. Before he had started taking care of Sari, he would've taunted the two-wheeler, making rude comments about his lack of speed, but the minibot felt like it wasn't necessary.

He was quiet now, thinking about the little human girl and how much she had changed his life. He was a caretaker now, his world revolving around Sari and her happiness. Although it was difficult to make her happy when her father was missing.

Cursing himself for the jealousy that flitted through his spark, Bumblebee sped towards the end of his patrol, a message in his display informing him that he needed to refuel before heading into recharge, because his levels were getting too low.

(Scene Change)

The Autobots received a call from Fanzone, detailing in far too many words, that the Decepticons were wrecking the lower half of the city. Bumblebee and Prowl were the closest to the area, it being part of their patrol route, so they were the first ones on the scene.

Lugnut and Bliztwing were directing Mixmaster and Scrapper around large piles of construction material. All four of the Decepticons seemed to be having an argument, over which pile of material was the best for whatever purpose they had planned. Lugnut banged his fists together suddenly, as he noticed the two Autobots nearby.

"Rejoice in the name of the Great Lord Megatron! We shall bring him a victory, a great victory, over the Autoscum! Come my fellow Decepticons-" He pointed at the two Autobots, his five optics glinting eerily as they landed on Bumblebee. "And CHARGE!"

The Constructicons hung back, shouting encouragement to either group as the fight started up, Lugnut immediately striking out at Prowl, who gracefully jumped away from the attack. Reaching into his subspace, the two-wheeler threw a pair of shurikens at his opponent.

They barely made a scratch on the larger bot's hide and Lugunt, seemingly oblivious to the attack, charged forward, preparing to strike at the ninja bot again. "For the glory of my Lord!" His fist smashed into the ground, starting a small earthquake.

Meanwhile, Bliztwing was laughingly dodging Bumblebee's attacks, although the yellow compact had made more than one dent on the larger bot with his stingers. The damage simply wasn't enough and the minibot could feel his already low power levels dropping.

Bliztwing cackled, his Random face being dominant for the moment, and kicked out at Bumblebee. The yellow compact barely managed to move out of the way, the wind from the larger bot's strike making him stumble and fall back.

Bumblebee dodged another strike from the triper-changer, sneering when Random made kissy faces at him. "Who'z a pretty bot?" He glared at the Decepticon, shooting pulses from his stingers at the grinning black face. "Who'z a pretty liddle bot?"

Growling at the 'little' comment, Bumblebee charged forwards, striking out at the laughing mech, who easily dodged again. "Fragger!" He yelled, quickly changing directions. He didn't notice that the triple-changer was close to cornering him.

"Joo are even prettier vhen joo are angry!" Hothead screamed, jumping forward and smacking the smaller mech in his stomach plates. Bumblebee grunted, the pain sending his processor reeling for half an astrosecond, which was just long enough for Bliztwing to get a good grip on him as his faceplates shifted back to Random.

"Joo vill be a perfect prezent!" Lugnut glanced over at them, even as he raised his fist. "Yes, I haff decided. Squee!" Random lifted a servo to hit Bumblebee as Lugnut punched the ground. The last thing the minibot heard was Prowl screaming something at him.

Then there was nothing but darkness.

(Scene Change)

As his systems started to boot up, Bumblebee onlined his optics and groaned, his processor sluggish. Venting deeply, the minibot stretched a bit and looked around the room he was in. The first thing he noticed was that the room wasn't his.

The room was huge. It was, in fact, even bigger than the room where the Autobots played games and watched TV. Shaking as he started to push himself up, the little yellow bot tried to find something familiar about the room he was in.

But there wasn't anything even remotely familiar! He was laying on an incredibly large berth against the wall at the far end of the room. A desk was situated near the berth and there was a large display screen and a few neatly stacked datapads on top of it.

The door to the room was on the far wall on the other side of the berth, but Bumblebee felt his spark cringe at the Decepticon symbol dominating the metal. His tank churning, the minibot forced his systems to fully reboot, despite the stinging pain in his helm.

On the wall across from the berth there was a huge open window through which Bumblebee could see a large expanse of water, the sun setting above it. Moaning softly as his processor continued to throb, the minibot moved forward. A tugging feeling on his neck cables made him glance down, his optics widening in shock.

There was a collar around his neck! A collar, which was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall. Which meant that he was essentially attached to the wall! Panicking now, Bumblebee shuddered and sat up, looking himself over.

The few dents he had managed to get in the battle against the Decepticons earlier were gone and somebot had waxed his frame. He hadn't been able to really wax himself for a while because the stuff humans used was expensive and his own supply had run out shortly after they arrived on Earth.

Venting heavily as it became more difficult to focus, Bumblebee crawled to the edge of the berth and slid off, his wide optics taking in the room again. It hadn't changed since the last time he had looked over it just astroseconds before, but the minibot was looking for a way out now.

"Where am I?" His voice sounded loud in the large, empty room and he winced. 'And how did I get here?' He tried to remember more about the battle earlier, but once Bliztwing's servo connected to his helm, he was out of it.

Bumblebee walked back to the berth, his optics taking in everything around him, searching for a way out. 'What am I going to do?' The chain was just long enough that the minibot could reach the center of the room, but he couldn't reach the door or the window.

He propped his pede's up onto the foot of the berth and gripped the chain. Tugging with all his might, the minibot tried to pull the metal out of the wall, but his servo's started to cramp up, his lack of energy making itself known.

Cursing quietly, he jumped back onto the berth and gripped the chain closer to the base. Setting one of his pede's on the wall next to the base, Bumblebee began to pull harder, his frame starting to shake with the effort. "Sure." He grumbled.

"Kidnap me when I'm just finishing my fraggin patrol. It's not like I was about to go home and recharge for a few megacycles. Why would I do that?" Dropping the chain when it refused to budge, Bumblebee cursed again and kicked the wall. "Dumb-aft Decepticreeps."

The sound of footsteps came from the hall outside the room and Bumblebee quickly slid off the side of the berth. As he attempted to activate his stingers, he cursed quietly when they were unresponsive. Then the footsteps paused in front of the door.

As the door hissed open, Bumblebee had to keep himself from glancing up over the side of the berth, his curiosity almost getting the better of him. The footsteps moved into the room, making the minibot's panic increase.

Then they stopped.

A growl came from the owner of the footsteps and Bumblebee found himself being yanked upwards, as he had forgotten that the chain he was connected to was still visible. Whining softly, the minibot turned wide and fear-filled optics onto his captor.

Megatron.

The Warlord seemed incredibly surprised to see him, although the surprise didn't last long. His deep red optics began to trace over Bumblebee's frame and the little yellow bot attempted to squirm away. The much larger bot's engine revved softly in appreciation of the smaller mech.

"Well... Aren't you a treat?" Megatron let go of the chain, watching as the squirming minibot fell to the floor. Cursing, Bumblebee tried to scramble away, his optics wide but a grim look of determination on his faceplates.

"Wh-what do you want?" Cursing himself as his vocalizer skipped, no doubt from fear, Bumblebee pushed himself to his pede's. "I'm not going to give up any information!" Instead of becoming enraged, as the minibot expected, Megatron laughed, his optics running over Bumblebee's frame again.

"Now, now... Is that any way to speak to a mech on his creation day?" Flinching as he almost apologized, the minibot bit his glossa, glaring at the larger mech. "Lugnut and Bliztwing have brought me a wonderful present this time. I really must thank them."

The mocking glint in the Decepticon Lord's optics made Bumblebee's tank churn. "What are you t-talking about?" Without another word, the much larger bot grabbed Bumblebee and threw him down onto the berth.

The minibot punched the Warlord, even as Megatron leaned down to lick at his sensory horns. Shuddering at the pleasure from the unfamiliar sensation, Bumblebee whined and kicked out, his weak attacks doing nothing against the former gladiator.

Whining louder, the minibot felt his faceplates heat up at the unwanted pleasure starting to pulse through his systems. "S-stop it!" He kicked out again, drawing a grunt from the larger bot as he smacked into something sensitive.

Attempting to kick the same spot, he wasn't expecting the Warlord to hit him back. Bumblebee's vents stuttered as the large grey fist smacked into his side, lighting up every pain sensor there. As he opened his mouth to scream, Megatron took the opportunity to kiss the smaller bot.

In shock from the pain in his side, Bumblebee didn't even register that the Warlord had kissed him until an unfamiliar glossa began tracing the inside of his mouth. The minibot hadn't been kissed much before, aside from Longarm during boot camp and, more recently, Bulkhead.

He would often curl up with Bulkhead and the two had 'made-out' before, but neither of the young bots had been comfortable with going much further. Bumblebee's inexperience was showing now as he choked on the probing glossa, pulling his helm back and shouting.

"Frag no! Stop it, that's gross!" Megatron just chuckled, licking his lips at the sweet taste of the smaller bot.

"You act like you've never done this before." There was a predatory growl in the Warlord's voice. The idea of the gorgeous little bot beneath him being a virgin was making his spike quickly pressurize behind his codpiece.

Bumblebee's terrified silence made his optics light up with glee. The Warlord grabbed Bumblebee's servos and pinned them them to the wall above the yellow helm, holding them there with one huge servo while the other groped over the minibot's pelvic armor.

"No!" Bumblebee hissed as he felt his interface panel being forced open and he nearly screamed when the Warlord leaned back and looked over his equipment.

The minibot's spike had a bronze seal over it's housing, but Megatron didn't look at it once he noticed the bronze seal over the minibot's valve. "Oh, you are untouched... Perfect." Bumblebee hissed and tried to push away from the much larger bot.

"No!" He only managed to shout the word once before Megatron's lips covered his again. Then a digit pressed against the seal to his valve and Bumblebee, in an absolute panic, bit down on Megatron's glossa. The Warlord pulled back, growling, before a lustful smirk overtook his faceplates.

"You should have told me that you like it rough, little bot." Chuckling darkly, Megatron leaned down again. "I'm more than happy to oblige..." Without any warning, the larger bot pressed his digit through the seal, allowing a small gush of lubricant to coat the probing metal.

Bumblebee screamed. It was a horrifying, burning pain the likes of which he had never felt before. And he certainly didn't want to feel it again! The digit pressed in as far as the unyielding walls would allow before Megatron started to pump his digit in and out of the tight heat.

He chuckled at the look on the minibot's face as the scream tapered off into a soft sob. "Was that too rough?" Megatron smirked, slipping another digit in and grunting at the effort it was taking to stretch the tight valve. "It'll feel good in a bit. For me anyways."

Unable to wait any longer, the Warlord sent the command to his interface panel to open, his spike pushing out of it's housing, fully pressurized. Bumblebee, although he was trying to disconnect himself from the situation, noticed the over sized spike and screamed again.

"No! No, it won't fit! Stop!" But Megatron was deaf to his pleas, pulling out his digits and lining up the tip of his spike to the tight little valve. "Please!" With one powerful thrust of his hips, the Warlord managed to bury a third of his spike in the minibot's valve.

Moaning at the choking sensation around his spike, Megatron used his free servo to grip the little yellow bot's hips and loosen the armor there. Bumblebee was sobbing out pleas now, shaking his helm and trying to pull away from the much larger bot.

But Megatron held him still and with a second powerful thrust of his hips, the Warlord's spike sunk in nearly halfway. "Oh, Unicron..." Letting his optics dim, Megatron pulled his hips back then quickly thrust them back in, allowing himself to simply feel the tight heat enveloping his spike.

He felt the connecting hub on the tip of his spike hit the back of the minibot's valve and grinned. Barely two-thirds of his spike was buried in the tight heat, but he moaned loudly and looked over the twitching form beneath him, his cooling fans turning on in an attempt to lower the temperature of his frame.

Bumblebee's optics were offline and his frame was quivering as he lay beneath the Warlord. Megatron licked his lips and jerked his hips back again. Bumblebee screamed when he thrust back in, over and over again, his connecting hub hitting the socket at the back of the minibot's valve with a muffled 'clink' each time.

There was a pool of bright pink energon staining the berth, but Megatron didn't even notice it as he released the smaller bot's servo's and, gripping the smaller bot's hips, he pulled them up, giving himself more leverage. Moaning, the Warlord watched with fascination as his spike slid in and out of the minibot's torn valve, coated with bright pink energon.

Bumblebee, as if he suddenly realized that his servo's were free, started to punch the larger mech, even though his blows were barely noticed. He scratched at the servo's gripping his hips, flailing his legs and sobbing at the burning pain.

"Please stop... Please!" His hoarsely whispered pleas went unnoticed, the Warlord concentrating on the tight heat enveloping his spike and nothing else. Letting his helm fall back, Megatron lifted the smaller bot completely and pulled him towards his chassis.

Whining as his own weight pressed him further onto the spike, Bumblebee pushed away as best he could. His servo's were shaking as they pressed against the large grey chassis in front of him, even as Megatron pulled him up, almost completely off of his spike.

Then he jerked the minibot down, his hips thrusting upwards in the same moment, and connected to the socket at the end of Bumblebee's torn valve. The little yellow bot made an odd choking sound at the ghostly sensations of pressure around his recessed spike.

But as Megatron's overload raced through his system, Bumblebee had to bite his glossa to keep from screaming. The Warlord hissed in surprise as the minibot overloaded shortly after, his servos clenching onto the larger mech's broad shoulders and a look of shame on his faceplates.

Megatron moaned, looking over the smaller bot pressed into his chassis and grinning at what had to have been the quickest overload he'd ever experienced. The yellow scout in his arms was one of the best presents he had ever received for his creation day...

Meanwhile Bumblebee was trying to concentrate on the pleasure signals still racing through his frame as the Warlord bent down to run his glossa over the sensory horns on top of the yellow helm. Once Bumblebee forced his processor to disregard the pain signals, a quiet moan came out of his vocalizer, shocking both bots.

Flushing, Bumblebee lowered his helm, his frame quivering as Megatron's servo's began to rub over his aft and thighs. The larger bot chuckled, his digits working quickly to completely remove the minibot's pelvic armor, although the torn valve around his spike didn't loosen.

"Enjoying yourself, are you, little Autobot?" Bumblebee wanted to explain that it was easier to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure, but he was too tired to care about the Warlord's mocking tone. He offlined his optics as he felt his recharge cycle starting up.

He really didn't want to fall into recharge in the Warlord's arms, but the minibot had decided that since he was going to be deactivated, he would really rather be in recharge while it happened. If he had known that Megatron had no intention of deactivating him then he might have forced himself to stay awake.

Especially because the Decepticon Lord unhooked the chain from his collar and laid back, his arms wrapped loosely around the minibot curled up on his chassis. Megatron hummed softly, tilting the little yellow bot's helm from side to side as he studied the young faceplates.

The minibot, who he believed was designated Bumble-something, was gorgeous, although his armor was far too bulky for his frame size. Once he realized that the sizing was the shoddy work of overpaid Academy workers, he sent Bliztwing a ping.

:Yes, my Lord Megatron?: Chuckling at Icy's playful tone, Megatron pulled his spike free from the tight valve and grabbed a clean cloth. Then he laid the minibot down beside him and began wiping the energon and lubricant off of the yellow plating.

:Firstly, magnificent choice for a creation day gift. I found it to be exceedingly pleasurable.: The two bots shared a chuckle. :But I want modifications made to his frame. I want his armor to fit him properly and to accentuate his protoform.:

:Of course, my Lord. Vhen shall I be expecting my patient?: Megatron wiped himself down once the minibot was sufficiently cleaned off, and closed his interface panel, a grin on his faceplates.

:You may begin your work once you arrive at my room.: Receiving an affirmative, Megatron disconnected from Bliztwing and sent a ping to Lugnut, ordering his follower to report to his room at once. Lugnut didn't even question the order, but simply left the computer terminal and ran towards his Lord's chambers.

"All hail Lord Megatron!" The large bot shouted as he knelt in front of the closed door.

"Quiet!" Lugnut slapped one of his servo's over his mouth at the harsh tone, his optics sliding down as the door opened. "I have ordered you here because I wish to thank you Lugnut." His spark quivering happily in his chassis, the purple and green bot almost squealed.

"The present that you and Bliztwing brought me was a magnificent choice. I applaud you, my loyal subordinate." Lugnut was shaking at this point, rocking from side to side on his knees. He was so lost in his own happiness that he didn't notice Bliztwing as the triple-changer walked up.

"Vhat's got joo so happy?" Random smirked. "And get out of my vay!" Hothead kicked out at Lugnut, sneering as the purple and green bot stood up and glared at him.

"Be quiet, Bliztwing!" The triple-changer switched to Icy and immediately saluted his leader.

"My apologies, my Lord Megatron. May I show joo zee designs I haff drawn up for joor new pet?" The Warlord grinned and stepped back, motioning for the others to enter his room. Lugnut did so reverently, his optics sliding over everything as if he had never seen it before.

Bliztwing handed Megatron a datapad then headed to the berth, noting the small pool of energon not too far from where the little yellow bot was laying. He would have to check out the minibot's valve just to be certain his Lord hadn't torn anything vital.

"My Lord? I vill need to look over his valve to be sure zhat zhere is nozhing wrong zhat vill endanger hiz spark." The large grey mech glared at his subordinate for a moment before nodding. Then his optics slid down to take in the offered design on the datapad.

It was a thin armor, lightweight but durable, and it would sit close to the little bot's protoform, leaving nothing to the imagination. Megatron grinned when he realized that Bliztwing had even altered it so that certain part's of the minibot would be more easily accessible.

The triple-changer meanwhile had turned the smaller bot over and began to inspect the torn valve beneath the sealed spike. Clicking his glossa and shaking his helm, Icy chuckled. "I haff good news, my Lord. His self-repair iz already vorking on zhe ruptured lines."

The Warlord walked over, running his optics over the yellow frame, as Bliztwing hooked a small cable into a receiving port on the minibot's helm. "Good programming then. I was curious, considering his seal was bronze." Lugnut and Bliztwing both stared in surprise at their Lord, even as Bumblebee's armor disengaged from his protoform.

"He vas still sealed?" Random cackled suddenly, throwing his helm back. "Zat vas unexpected!" Laughing again, the triple-changer began to remove the smaller mech's armor, expertly pulling it off piece by piece. "Zomebot zo pretty must haff had admirer's..."

Megatron chuckled, his optics looking over the projected color designs. "Leave him yellow." He said suddenly. "I rather like him like that." Bliztwing immediately nodded and handed the yellow armor he was detaching to Lugnut.

"Zhen ve can use zhis to make his new armor! Vould my Lord prefer for zhe collar to be built into zhe frame?" Megatron seemed to think about this for a moment, his optics looking over the projected design again, before he shook his helm.

"No. Leave the collar off." Grinning, the Warlord stepped closer to look at the stripped minibot. All of the yellow armor, from his pede's to his helm, had been completely removed. The little bot's protoform was slender, but still had curves, much like a femme.

Megatron knew that behind the minibot's chestplates there had to be a spark that was just as virgin as the rest of him, and his engine revved at the thought. "Get to work on his new armor immediately. I want it to be prepared by tomorrow evening."

Bliztwing and Lugnut nodded and, saluting their Leader, they gathered up the yellow armor and left. Once the door was shut, the large grey mech slid back onto the berth, his optics greedily locked onto the minibot's chestplates.

"Untouched..." He said the word softly as he brought his servo's up to grasp the smaller bot's chest plates. Prying them open was easy without the armor that was normally protecting them and the Warlord gasped in uncharacteristic surprise.

White.

The minibot's spark was white.

The purest, cleanest color the Decepticon Lord had ever seen. Sighing softly, feeling the gentle energy pulsing from the spark, Megatron leaned closer. His glossa poked out softly and he licked the very edge of the spark casing.

A sweet flavor danced over his glossa, something he couldn't describe, and the large grey mech growled. Pulling back from the minibot, he traced a digit around the edge of the spark, chuckling when the black protoform unconsciously shuddered at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Mine..."

(Scene Change)

The Autobot's were sitting in various spots in the entertainment room, their optics downcast as Prowl finished his report. The two-wheeler had been brought into the medbay by Bulkhead, where he had onlined a few cycles later, a nice dent in his helm from Lugnut.

Once he had fully onlined, he had demanded to speak to Optimus, stating that it was an emergency. The Prime quietly admitted to himself that he had been angry when Bumblebee hadn't shown up. He had assumed that the little bot decided to chase after the Decepticons, but from Prowl's report, that wasn't the case.

"What would they want with Bumblebee?" Sari sniffled, her eyes filling with tears. "They're not going to hurt him, are they?" Optimus shrugged, his processor reeling as he thought of just what the Decepticons could want with the obnoxious youngling.

Although he knew that Bumblebee hadn't been nearly so bratty lately. He had even started to turn into quite a sweet-spark, which Prowl said had something to do with taking care of Sari. Apparently, taking care of someone smaller and weaker than himself had allowed Bumblebee to grow as an individual.

"Are they going to hurt him?" Sari looked over at Ratchet now, the medic being unusually quiet. He shook his helm and started to leave the room. "Ratchet! What is it?" The bot stopped as he reached the door to his medbay.

"They're Decepticons, Sari. Yes, they're going to hurt him." The tears in the little girl's eyes started to flow down her cheeks. "I just hope I can repair him when we get him back." Ratchet muttered as he left the entertainment room.

The other bots in the room were quiet as they glanced at each other. "We're going to get him back, aren't we?" Bulkhead shuffled on his large feet. "We can't just leave him with them, right?" When no one replied, the green bot straightened up.

"Fine! Then I'll go looking for him and get him back myself!" Before anyone could stop him, Bulkhead transformed and took off, nearly hitting the door to the warehouse in his haste. Prowl followed after him, shooting Sari a small smile.

"We'll see if we can find him, Sari. Don't worry, alright?" The little girl nodded and glanced over at Optimus once the two-wheeler was gone. The Prime was staring at the far wall, his optics dim and a frown on his faceplates.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't seem to notice that two of his subordinates had left. And he sat there quietly even as Sari walked over and hugged his leg. "They'll find him, won't they Optimus?" Lifting one of his servo's, the Prime laid it on Sari's head.

"I hope they do."

(Scene Change)

Ratchet shook his helm as he started to reorganize the tools in his medbay. Again. He had done it nearly three times since Bulkhead first brought Prowl in and he couldn't seem to stop. He had an idea of what the Decepticons wanted with Bumblebee, although he didn't want to admit it.

Checking the Cybertronian calendar in his processor just made his spark sink. It was Megatron's creation day, just as he had feared. The date of Megatron's creation was something that weighed heavily on his spark.

He had seen more than one pretty little bot snatched off the battle field just for the cruel Lord's entertainment and there was a chill in his spark that was telling him that Bumblebee was the Warlord's newest pet. He hoped the minibot lived long enough to be repaired.

'If he even wants to be repaired.' His tank churning, Ratchet picked up another group of tools and started to clean them, shaking his helm and praying to Primus for Bumblebee's safe return.

(Scene Change)

Hothead cursed as he looked over the yellow plating. It would be fairly easy to trim down and compress the metal, but from the wear on the attachments, the triple-changer was sure that the plating had never been sized to fit the little bot.

"Over paid Academy vorkers..." Hissing as Icy became dominant, Bliztwing started the long process of slimming down and curving the metal. He would be up all night doing this for his Lord, but the blue faced Decepticon didn't mind.

Megatron had looked so exceedingly happy and he had even complimented Lugnut! They had truly chosen a wonderful gift for their Lord and Bliztwing hoped it lasted longer than the others.