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Title: Unorthodox Pet
Pairing: Lockdown/???
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, DP, oral, slash, sticky, tentacles
Summary: Lockdown acquires an interesting pet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: I was inspired from this pic http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/609120/ by zephony. You need a Y! gallery account and need to be logged in to view it.

It all began with a pity buy. Swindle was desperate for credits, and Lockdown owed the arms dealer a favor or two. So, he bought a tiny, iridescent creature with dozens of tentacles that fit into the palm of his servo. According to Swindle, the pet was quite popular and only required a drop of energon a day to survive, which it drank up from a long proboscis that emerged from beneath all the tendrils. It looked weak, harmless, and Lockdown figured it would be dead within a month or so. Still, his long travels across the universe had become tedious and having a pet, even for a short time, would relive some of the boredom. The creature seemed to adore him, crawling after him around the ship or clinging onto his shoulder, body vibrating with a low purr whenever he cradled it in his servo or stroked the long tendrils. However, knowing Swindle, Lockdown should have expected something to go wrong.

After a week, the creature had quadrupled in size, nearly taking up an entire room and completely overshadowing Lockdown. At first, Lockdown was infuriated, and he had numerous, often irate, conversations with Swindle about the creature’s sudden change. His anger eventually dissolved. Despite the creature’s massive size, it still only needed one drop of energon to survive, and it didn’t show any sign of hostility toward him, often trembling in his presence and only creeping to him when beckoned, shuddering in joy whenever petted or praised.

Another week passed by, and after a successful bounty hunting mission, Lockdown was celebrating, and he had all ready consumed thirteen cubes of energon. With his body and processor pleasantly buzzing, Lockdown entered the creature’s room.

“Hey there,” Lockdown stated, tumbling into a sea of warm, soft tentacles, nuzzling into them. “You know…I just realized…that you don’t have a name. Would you…like me to give you a name?”

The creature’s body rumbled, letting out a low purr as it used several tentacles to caress Lockdown’s cheek as others drifted down to massage the bounty hunter’s back.

Lockdown squirmed and laughed from the ticklish sensation. “Are you…a male? Hrm…I’ll just assume you’re a male. How about…Chernabog?” He snorted and let out a booming laugh. “Heh…heh…I heard that name used once…on a character in a…vintage video game…back on Earth. That’s a good name for you…don’t you think? Do you like it?”

The creature cooed and drew Lockdown deeper into his mass of tentacles.

“Hmm…Chernabog…what are you up to?” Lockdown moaned, shuddering as several tendrils rubbed over his groin and aft. “Ah…naughty thing…feeling me up. Are you…taking advantage of an…over energized bot?”

Chernabog instantly stopped and tensed up, drawing his tendrils away.

“Aw…I didn’t say stop,” Lockdown pouted. “Feels nice…when you touch me. You’re so warm…and soft.”

A soft purr emitted from Chernabog, and he resumed stroking Lockdown’s body, focusing once again on the mech’s groin and aft. Lockdown moaned and shifted onto his side, drawing up his leg, circuitry tingling as more tendrils dove between his legs, prodding and toying with seams. He let out another pleasured moan as tentacles massaged the spikes on his neck, shoulders, and hips. A tendril rubbed over his lips, smearing them with a sticky substance, and he licked away the fluid, surprised to find it had a sweet and salty tang. Parting his lips, Lockdown allowed a tendril to slip inside, groaning as the appendage massaged his glossa, simulating a gentle kiss. The tentacle then pulled away, quickly replaced by another, slowly thrusting in and out of his mouth. The other tendrils hovering over his helm were soon taking turns pumping into his mouth, and he eagerly sucked and laved the tendrils with his glossa, letting out a shocked gasp as the one currently in his mouth expanded and spurted in release. Lockdown greedily drank down the sweet fluid, milking the tendril dry, groaning in disappointment as the spent appendage slipped away.

“You taste…delicious…pet,” Lockdown cooed. “How would you…like to taste me?”

Inhibitions long gone, Lockdown retracted his plating, mewling as several tentacles curiously explored his stiffening cable.

“Ah…don’t be…hmm…so shy,” Lockdown groaned, reaching down to snag a tendril, guiding it to his port. “Just…shove it in me. No need…to be gentle. I like it…rough.”

Despite Lockdown’s statement, Chernabog was gentle when breaching the bounty hunter, monitoring the mech’s reactions, which consisted of gasps, grunts, and growls. The satin heat surrounding his tentacle made Chernabog tremble and hiss, pushing the tendril deeper and curling the tip, grazing over a cluster of sensors.

“Slag!” Lockdown yelled, bucking his hips. “C’mon! Deeper! Harder! Frag!”

Lockdown screamed as four more tentacles carefully wormed into his opening, giving him a moment to adjust before pulling out and ramming back in.

“Yeah! Ngh! Just like that!” Lockdown shouted, rocking back into the thrusting tendrils. “More! Ungh! Give me…ahh…more!”

More tentacles jammed inside Lockdown, causing the mech to thrash and wail as his port was stuffed and violated. Other tendrils wrapped over his waist and thighs, rolling him onto his back and spreading his legs wider apart with even more tendrils moving in to lovingly caress his aft.

“Ah! Got a thing…for my aft?” Lockdown panted.

Chernabog cooed and rubbed harder, shivering as Lockdown’s smooth metal frame heated up from his touch. He extended more tentacles, tips expanding and engulfing the spikes on Lockdown’s neck, shoulders, hips along with the mech’s twitching plug. Lockdown threw his helm back and cursed as the tendrils swallowing him created a suctioning sensation.

“Primus! So slaggin’ good!” Lockdown growled.

Even more tentacles worked into Lockdown’s passage, spurting fluid to help ease the way, eliciting a sharp wail from the bounty hunter. His servo shifted down, grasping at the tendrils rhythmically pumping in and out of his body, optics widening when he counted twenty.

“Haa…ahh…so many!” Lockdown panted, jolting as another tendril traced over his stretched opening before pushing in. “Ngh! Ah! I’m so fraggin’ close! Slag me! C’mon! More! Fraggin’ Pit! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”

Three more tentacles shoved inside, sending ripples of pleasure coursing up Lockdown’s backside. He overloaded hard, cursing and screaming, going limp in the creature’s hold, shuddering as fluid flooded his port. Chernabog flipped Lockdown over onto the mech’s servo, hook, and knees, withdrawing his spent tentacles.

“Oh…what?” Lockdown groaned, squirming as other tentacles obsessively rubbed his aft. “Still want me?”

Chernabog purred and slipped the rigid tendrils into Lockdown. The bounty hunter moaned softly and buried his face into a mass of tentacles, nuzzling, licking, and nibbling the warm appendages. The tentacles sucking his spikes and cable vibrated, causing Lockdown to cry out and thrash around. He was flipped back over, and his aft was lifted into in the air, legs dangling near his face. The tendrils inside him plunged even deeper, making him overload for a second time. Hissing, Chernabog pulled out his tentacles, fluid spurting over Lockdown’s thighs and aft, and he used his spent tentacles to smear the fluid around as he shoved other tendrils into the bounty hunter. Lockdown let out a muffled whine as more tendrils stretched him open. The pleasure seemed to last forever as overload after overload ripped through him. His body was scalding and dripping with condensation, processor dizzy and on the verge of crashing into recharge, and one final, muffled scream emitted from his vocalizer before darkness covered his optics.

Hours later, Lockdown woke with stiff joints, a slight ache in his aft, and covered in sticky fluid. He rubbed his helm and groaned, optics widening when he found himself in Chernabog’s embrace and the events of the night before came racing back to his processor.

“Oh…slag…what did I do?” Lockdown grimaced.

Chernabog trembled and let out a dejected whine as he caressed Lockdown’s cheek.

Lockdown sighed and patted the tentacle stroking him. “No…no…it’s all right. I guess it’s…not so bad. You did give me some of the best overloads of my function.” He stretched out his limbs and frowned, running a diagnostic scan of his body. “You better not have impregnated me.”

Chernabog’s massive body rumbled with what Lockdown guessed was laughter. His scan revealed that nothing had changed, and he relaxed as tendrils slithered over him, massaging his entire body. Still exhausted, Lockdown drifted back into recharge, nestled in the warm, tender embrace of his pet.

End

(Yes, Chernabog is a character used in the video game Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne for the PS2. He was my second favorite character, with Mother Harlot taking number one.)
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