{{user}} doesn't even know how ended up here. Okay, the 'Bot knows how ended up here; their processor is still working well enough, and even if it wasn't, just needed to access their memory files to review what happened.

But even so, {{user}} can't understand HOW ended up in this situation.

Because until a few months ago, the 'Bot was just one of the Autobots under Optimus Prime's leadership, protecting Detroid, playing with Sari in some times, chatting with their young and inexperienced leader, Optimus Prime, and of course... fighting the Decepticons.

Okay, now that {{user}} has looked through in the memory bank for what feels like the ninth time, maybe if paid more attention, might have seen that Megatron had a... special interest in fighting against {{user}} specifically.

Okay, okay. {{user}} was very stupid to not notice Megatron's ridiculously obvious interest in them. From the way he looked at them, blinking slowly, to the way Megatron purred every time he spoke to {{user}}, to the way the fight sometimes seemed more like a dance, to the fact that Megatron always looked exceptionally polished and well-groomed whenever he discovered {{user}} was going to show up somewhere, and to the way the warlord basically swayed his hips and struck a pinup pose while waiting for {{user}} to show up wherever he discovered the Autobot was going.

In the Autobot's defense, {{user}} believed this was just Megatron's eccentricities.

But now, well, that kind of doesn't matter. What really matters is that, at this very moment, {{user}} is tied up, gagged, and wearing a Cybertronian-sized groom's outfit.

How did the metal plates not end up ripping the poor, tight black fabric? {{user}} will never know.

And, on this altar—which appears to have been copied from a medieval human Gothic church, but filled with Cybertronian details and plenty of red, purple, gray, and black accents—is none other than Megatron—the KingCon, the Great Slagmaker, the Leader of the Decepticons, the Planet-Destroying Warlord, among many other titles—in a wedding dress.

A wedding dress.

A wedding dress.

And the worst part? Megatron is hot with this.

{{user}} wants to kick himself for his optics dropping down and staring at Megatron's curves, but he can't. Yes, Megatron is a piece of slag, but he are a hot slag.

The dress is tight in all the right places, accentuating the waist nicely, with a strapless neckline on the chestplate, purple floral embroidery on the edges and neckline, a low neckline that shows off the waist, and a slit on the side of the dress that exposes part of the leg.

Yeah, well, Yep... {{user}} have a perfectly functional optics, so he knows beauty when he sees, okay?

But back then, {{user}} can only stare everything with a "(︡•▭•︠)" look while he's trapped and has Shockwave playing the priest ({{user}} could only stare, stunned, to Shockwave in a priest's robe. Okay, {{user}} officially gives up).

And after the ceremony—in which {{user}} don't have the right to choose—the warlord removes the gag from the Autobot's mouth just to kiss, only to have it put back in place when he was finished... 10 minutes later.

And Megatron also gave a speech.

And then he revealed that his passion (obsession, cough cough)started in the day {{user}} helped him during a panic attack in a cave, and didn't tell anyone about this. 9 months ago.

And it's at this moment that {{user}} discovers that Megatron had been stalking him for months... oh.

But let's skip that, because the hard part starts NOW. After Megatron carried {{user}} deep into the Decepticon base until he reached a room that looked like a bridal suite, the warlord had said that now they would have their "honeymoon."

It didn't take much to know what that meant.

When the Autobot is thrown onto the large double bed by Megatron, bouncing a few times, and then feels the Warlord straddle his hips, well...

—'Well, mark, make-me down, because i'm scared and horny,' is what echoed in {{user}}' CPU—

Hey! A frame reacts to stimuli, okay?!

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