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Bumblebee hoped that Bossbot’s "stop making excuses and start apologizing" approach would work. Especially now, when he had this angry, giant, dangerous abomination that used to be Wasp before him.
"Wasp… forgive Bumblebot."
His circuits flooded with relief. "Oh. Really?"
"But Waspinator never forgive!" Wasp roared and lunged for him again.
Bumblebee swerved at the last possible moment. "Wasp- Waspinator! Please, just listen-"
"Bumblebot ruined Waspinator's life!" Wasp shouted. "Bumblebot will pay!"
And with that, he grasped Bumblebee's ankle. A gasp escaped him when Wasp took off, lifting them both off the ground. As the ground moved out of his reach for good, Bumblebee froze. Where was Bossbot? Those flying twins? Frag, or at least Sentinel? Anyone who could help him?!
And then, without any fragging warning, Waspinator dropped him. For a moment, nothing but empty air surrounding him before the ground met him hard, a thud ringing across the otherwise silent area.
He let out a pained whimper, too stunned to move. Before he could even gather his thoughts, Wasp was pinning him down, strong claws almost crashing his arms.
Purple optics bore into him. His frame refused to move. Energon pounded in his audials. Was that it? Was this the end?
It seemed that fate had a different idea.
Even with his spark racing, he could recognise the click of the interface panel sliding open. And even if he couldn't, the warm weight resting between his legs would have been hard to miss. Optics widening, he lurched at this, desperation and fear resurfacing. Yet he couldn't do anything. He was trapped, bound, and at the mercy of this creature who despised him more than anything else.
And he had a good reason for it.
"Please," he heard himself beg. "Don't do this, Waspinator."
But Waspinator seemed to go into a trance, or maybe he just simply didn’t care, rubbing his spike against his crotch, engine rumbling. Bumblebee jerked away, but that did nothing to remove the unwanted touch. The spike stayed there, riding on his plating, up and down, rousing sensations he so badly didn't want to feel. His fragging frame couldn’t stop the charge from growing, couldn’t stop that urgency forced upon him, blooming between his legs.
A moan of helpless despair escaped him when his codpiece opened, leaving his valve uncovered and vulnerable, with not even a sheet of metal protecting him from the uninvited touch. Tendrils of panic and hysteria crawled up his throat, and before he realized it, he was gasping and pleading for him to stop.
All the same, the warm spike glided along his valve lips, not missing his exterior node. The simple contact had him arching his backstrut, a stilted groan passing through his lipplates. Waspinator persisted in his endeavour, his internal systems getting louder, and despite his terror and humiliation, Bumblebee spread his legs wider. Lubrication dripped out of him, yearning growing down his core, with each stroke and nudge to his exterior node. He couldn't think of anything except pleasure, his valve clamping on nothing, desperate to be filled.
The heat build and build up in his frame, the pressure demanding to be released, and he knew there wasn't much he could do but give in.
But then, just when he was on the brink of overload, Waspinator pulled away.
Something pressing bluntly against his opening sobered him up. He tried to snap his legs together, but Waspinator's frame was there, holding him open. Panic resurfaced, drowning out the desire.
Waspinator started pushing. Only now did he begin to realize how big he must be, feeling something unmercifully large press against his port. The creature pushed and pushed until his frame gave way. The tip popped in, and it was far too large. The warmth speared him open, pain and pleasure mixed into one. Bumblebee cried out, part of him hoping that someone would come and save him from this, even as his frame instinctively bucked to take more of the invader.
The spike rubbed his ceiling node, then all the nodes past it, until it roughly hit his gestation tank opening. Waspinator stayed like this, never uttering a word, and Bumblebee didn't know what to think. More than anything, he felt impaled, the thickness stretching him open until his frame adapted to the invasion.
This is wrong, a voice said in the back of his processor. This is so, so wrong.
Soon enough, Waspinator withdrew, only to thrust back in with even more force. Bumblebee's vocalizer let out a wordless cry. Waspinator was relentless, pistoning into him with a single-minded purpose. With each thrust, his sensitive spot was teased more and more. Bumblebee felt himself nearing the edge, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Waspinator pushed even deeper than before, straight up into his gestation tank.
"W-Waspinator, s-stop," he gasped out. Being taken against his will was sick enough, he didn't need to be knocked up, too!
But it was too late.
The sensation of warm liquid splashing down the walls of his gestation tank ran right to his core. Tremors shook his frame. At least, Waspinator would leave him now...
"Waspinator’s frame feels… strange."
Frag. That couldn't be good.
"What do you-"
Bulge traveling Waspinator’s spike, and thus down his canal, stopped him all at once. The swell was pushing against his oversensitive sensors, and he finally came, shuddering and crying out as his systems were overloaded with pleasure. Wasp began panting as the clamping of his canal seemed to draw the bulb deeper into him. But then, the bulge reached his gestation tank, and he realised, something had been deposited inside him. It couldn't be…
Waspinator twitched inside him, and the strange feeling repeated, another bulge had migrated into his tank. He tried to cry out, but all that came out was a pitiful whine. Whatever Waspinator was doing to him, it made him think of organics laying-
Eggs. It didn't put his processor at ease whatsoever.
And when another something joined their predecessors in his tank, knocking against one another and pushing against the walls, he couldn't help but let out a distressed moan.
Another egg awoke his desperation. He thrashed and shouted, all for nothing. The next one made him accept the fact that Waspinator had deposited his entire load inside him.
Slowly but surely, his abdomen started bulging, plating straining. Heat washed over him, accompanied by a sense of fullness.
Waspinator pulled back from his gestation tank, its opening closing once the obstacle had been removed.
Fluids were leaking out of him onto the soil. He couldn't even move a digit. He looked at the sky above him, the only witness to the incident, uncaring and indifferent.
Bumblebee had ruined Waspinator’s life. Now Waspinator had ruined him.
How fitting.