Little Petbot

Ok an idea i had bouncing around in my head for a while now ever since my friend starting talking about Megatron's apparent attraction to Optimus in the Animated series and I saw Zephony's "My Petbot". Link to the picture : http://zephony.deviantart.com/art/My-Petbot-quot-tf-slash-quot-91473686

Note: Thanks StSE for pointing out a few problems I had with my spell check and grammar check programs. I fixed them as best I can.

Chapter 1 - The plan
Warnings: nothing major here, just hinted BS.

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It had been so easy, Megatron decided, to kidnap the leader of the Autobot Earth team. With a well placed plan that had been carried out perfectly Optimus Prime had been on his own.

There was to be a press conference between the mayor of Detroit and the Autobots and Megatron knew Optimus would never be late to such an important event. So he had ordered Blitzwing, Starscream, and Blackarachnia to attack the opposite side of the city.

Just as Megatron expected, Optimus ordered the four of his men to go and fight while he proceeded onto the conference. A mile from his destination Lugnut and Megatron attacked him. It was pitifully easy for the two Decepticons to surprise and overpower the lone Autobot.

That had been mega-cycles ago and Megatron was now looking down at the offline form of the young leader, severely chained and gagged, in the small makeshift cell. His original plan had been to hold Optimus hostage until the Autobots agreed to either surrender themselves or leave the planet, but as he look at Optimus and felt the thrill of heat run through him he was starting to debate if he would send Optimus back.

He had always secretly thought the young Prime was rather attractive but until that moment he had never really considered acting on that lust.

At that moment Megatron's com-link beeped and Lugnut's voice echoed in the silence saying that the Autobots had contacted them demanding the return of Optimus Prime. Megatron spared one last look at Optimus and came to a decision, even if the Autobots complied with his demands Optimus would never be leaving the Decepticon base again.

Even as Megatron turned on his Peds and walked from the brig his meta was working in overdrive on a plan to keep Optimus without having to worry to much about what would happen if he was left alone for too long.

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Megatron sat on his throne, smiling coldy up at the livid faes of Utra Magnus and the rest of the Earth-bounded Autobot team. the little yellow one (Bumblebee, wasn't it?) was shouting somethings that Megatron was sure he'd be repremanded for later but reallly wasn't paying much attention.

His thoughts still rested in the cell almost derectly below him where the Autobot was currently being moved to the Med-Lab. He was going to claim the smaller mech as his own, of that there was no debate, the only question was how he intended to do it.

He still had the slave program that Swindle had sold him eons ago, but that would require a full meta wipe to use. Megatron really didnt feel like deleting everything about Optimus that he lusted for so much. No, he wouldn't use it yet. Maybe after he grew tired of Optimus's constant fighting, because Megatron was under no disallusionment that Optimus would ever stop fighting him, and all he wanted was a docile and submissive pet then he'd use it. Megatron honestly thought that he would find more pleasure in breaking and re-building the young Autobot, or maybe find some other way to force Optimus to his will.

A sharp kick to his ped brought him out of his thoughts just in time to hear Lugnut repeat everything that Ultra Magnus had said in a very scathing and cocky manner. Megatron made a mental note to reward him later. Lugnut always seemed to know when he spaced out and when to pull him back into the conversations and get him up to speed.

"Ok, Lugnut. That's enough." Megatron said, a note of humor in his voice. "Ultra Magnus, those are the terms, no changing them. Either surrender yourself or pull the rest of his team off the planet and Optimus will be returned safely to you. Failure to comply and I can't promise he will be safe here."

Ultra Magnus sighed and was about to reply when a scathing laugh echoed from his SIC, Sentinal Prime.

Sentinal took a step foward and said, "Do you honestly think you can push us into doing something as stupid as that? Optimus is just a repairbot, a worthless droid really. We can easily replace him on the team and Ultra Magnus would never put himself in that kind of danger for such a low ranking, useless bot."

Megatron smiled widdened and inside he cheered. This was exactly the thing he needed. If he ended the call quickly then he would be able to keep his little autobot without having to worry about the repercussions of breaking his so-called promise to let him go.

"Well I am sorry to hear that as I'm sure he will be too, oh well I guess you can't help everyone." he said with false sadness, "I guess I'll see if I can't get his body back to you after my men and I have a little fun, but I'm afraid to say that I can't make any promises," and with a wicked smile he cut the call on the horrified Autobots.

Megatron then threw back his cranial until and laughed. Lugnut chuckled softly beside him and let Megatron calmed down.

When Megatron had finished Lugnut simply asked "What now, Mighty Megatron?"

Megatron stood up and started to walk out of the room, "Now, my dear Lugnut, we go down and check on my new Petbot then devise a training plan for him."

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Optimus lay on one of the berths in the Med-Lab, still out like a light and forced to stay that way by the stasis-lock machine plugged into his meta. Megatron stood over him, looking down on the form of his newest toy and admiring everything about him.

Hook walked up beside him to look at the crimson and sapphire mech, running a hand down the perfect Chasis. Megatron chuckled softly and asked, "So, what do you think of my new...acquisistion?"

Hook looked thoughtfully down at young mech. "Well, I suppose that depends on what you are keeping him for, Milord." Hook said thoughtfully, "If you plan on turning him into a Decepticon then I have to say that I disagree with the idea. He has far too pretty a face to be a simple foot soldier. Not to mention, I wonder why the Autobots let him fight in the first place. His programs hardly qualifies as battle worthy. It almost seems like the battle programs were added in as an after thought and thus easily removable. But his armor quality is poor as well, it is almost painfully clear that his orginal function was NOT a battle-bot."

Megatron stared at Hook for a moment, quite in thought. Hook started then looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, "you probably did not really want my thoughts on the matter."

Megatron shook his cranial unit and said, "No, I'm just surpised is all. He's only been here for 5 breems and you already figured all that out. As for the fact that he was not meant to be a warrior that much I already figured out, but the extent is unknown to me, never really cared much before now. And he will not be reformated into a Decepticon, Hook. I acutally have every intention of breaking him and turning him into my little slave-whore."

"Understandable, Sire. He does look like he would be a very good pet, certianly has the face for it. But in all honesty, Milord, his is not a little form."

Megatron snickered softly, though it was not a plesent sound, "You know what I meant."

"Yes that i did," Hook said, "So I would imagen that you want us to fix him up, anything special you want us to concintrage on?"

"Just make sure he will stay alive through the tourture. It won't do to have him die before I can break him. Oh, and see if you can't up his sensory net, can't hurt to have him be a little more sensitive to what is being done to him."

Hook nodded and turned to start working. Megatron spared one last look at his young pet before turning from the med-bay and walking to is berth-room.

As he laid down Megatron absentmindidly thought that he would have to change his room around a little. It might be big enough for him now, but once his pet was tamed enough to leave the training room there would be a slight problem.

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ok end of chapter 1. I'm not good at torture so if anyone wants to help I would love you for.