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Notes: Finally! It took me far too long to write this. This is the other half of a fic trade with Geminigirl83. It took waaaay too long but it's finally done!

She asked for a fic with my OC Magnum. This has some real size-kink in it as Magnum is around fifty feet and Transformers: Animated Prowl is at the very most twenty. So yes, huge size kink here. I hope you enjoy it!

To see Magnum, look here: http://wooden-flashlight.deviantart.com/art/Magnum-155239882

Have fun.

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The new mech had been around for a week before anyone could really approach him. He was massive, bigger than any Autobot they had ever seen besides Omega Supreme. He even towered over Ultra Magnus. Magnum was a huge forty-nine foot tank-former, and every single one of the Autobots was pretty weary. The large brown mech was silent and only replied in one-word responses; which turned off Bumblebee instantly and just made Prime awkward.

Of course, Ratchet cleaned him up and repaired him when he had come crashing down to Earth. The medic said that it was only his sheer size that had saved his life.

However, Prowl was, for lack of a better word, mystified. Magnum was not only huge, but he was the only dark colored Autobot he’d ever seen besides himself. Everyone else seemed to nothing but bright pastels and whites, but the large mech was a dark, dark brown with black detailing.

So Prowl made it his mission to talk to the large mech, since he rather enjoyed conversations when they weren’t with someone who babbled like Bumblebee, or someone stupid like Prime or Bulkhead. And Ratchet just had a wrench stuck in his aft.

The ninjabot found Magnum outside the base, where he usually was, as he had to practically get on all fours to fit into the warehouse. He was perfectly fine recharging outdoors, in fact he rather enjoyed it. Prowl approached him at twilight, coming up on the mech who seemed to be preoccupied cleaning his gun.

Prowl nearly jumped as he heard Magnum let out a low grunt in greeting. The mech must have seen his shadow. Well at least he was still sharp and his optics worked fine. Coming around to face Magnum, Prowl lifted his hand.

“Hello, Magnum. Would you like an Energon cube?” The dark motorbike-bot said in his usual tone.

“Sure.” Magnum replied. It was hard to tell if he had looked away from his gun until he actually lifted his head, his optical band unreadable. As Prowl handed him a large cube, he smiled to himself. He’d been wondering what Magnum’s face looked like under that mask!

The larger mech took the cube and allowed his battle mask to come back into his helm, but his visor stayed. Prowl sat down and crossed his legs, taking out his own cube. He watched from under his own visor, optics widening under it. A nasty scar started from the mech’s mouth and went up under the optical covering.

This baffled Prowl a little. Scars were incredibly rare on Cybertonrians, often just shoddy solder, but attacks to the face were rare, since all bots these days had battle masks. The soft cyber flesh that was on the face and mouth was hard to repair, which explained Ratchet’s still remaining burns and scars.

However he’d assumed Magnum to be younger than himself, but they appeared to be the same age by the look of it. Prowl had been around during the Great War too, and he stared into his cube for a long while when he remembered it.

They shared a soft silence as the sun left them, and Prowl looked up to watch it. “What do you think of it? Never had anything like this on Cybertron.” He said.

“Interesting.” Magnum replied, taking another swig of Energon. “No star for Cybertron. Small planet needs one.” He said.

Prowl frowned at that. The large mech never seemed to bother forming full sentences, like he knew whoever he spoke to would understand so he didn’t need to bother. This sort of annoyed Prowl, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Well I think it’s quite beautiful.” He said softly, smiling as he looked out over the last bits of the sun. Magnum made an amused snort but said nothing else. “What??” The samurai-clad ninja demanded.

“Odd bot, like organic things… Modified up too…” He reached out and touched Prowl’s shoulder armor, indicating his point. “Didn’t know Autobots made Mods.” He continued, “Bot’s ship I fell from- he had Mods. Lots.”

At that Prowl’s optic twitched and he instantly grew angry. He knew exactly who he was talking about. At least, he thought he did. “Oh? And what was the name of this mech?” He asked in a sharp tone.

“Doesn’t matter.” Magnum said, lifting his head to look up to the sky, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation. The old ‘ignore it and it will go away’ trick.

However it worked, Prowl dropped the subject and finished off his cube. Magnum set his down as well, tilting his helm to look at the sulking Prowl again. Suddenly beyond amused, he had a bemused smirk on his face at the smaller bot. Prowl ignored him pointedly even though he could feel the gaze on him, crossing his arms as he watch the now gone sunset.

Magnum chewed on the inside of his cheek as he reached over and ran his fingers down the ninjabot’s back. Prowl stiffened and looked up abruptly, leaning away.

“What are you doing?!” He snapped, pretending like he was insulted. Magnum only shrugged and did it again, dragging his large fingers down the much smaller bot’s metallic spine, rubbing his thumb along his shoulder thrusters.

The samurai-bot moaned and clenched his hands, looking away sharply. He liked to pretend he was prudish, but deep down he really wasn’t. Mostly it was just to keep Bumblebee off him. He leaned into the touch this time, optics going unfocused.

It continued from there, Magnum’s servo moving over Prowl’s shoulders then over his waist. His touch was soft but obviously it wasn’t something easy to ignore. Feeling his plating be scraped on by foreign metal made the smaller bot tremble.

Magnum assisted him in moving closer, and after a dazed moment, Prowl realized he was seated nicely in Magnum’s lap. This gave him a moment of clarity, and he leaned back, pushing is hands on Magnum’s lower chest, which was face-level with him.

“What are you doing?” He asked wearily. He wasn’t completely against this, but he almost felt like he was being taken advantage of. Then there was the fact that they were right next to the base, anyone could walk out!

The large bot looked down at him and tightened his mouth in more amusement. “Making feel good… Obviously.” He scraped his fingers over Prowl’s fairings again, causing the bot to whine and twist. The larger bot grinned slightly then leaned back on the warehouse wall, pulling Prowl up closer to himself.

Pressing his mouth the skinny bot’s neck, Magnum rumbled his engine quietly. Prowl squirmed and dug his fingers into the large tank’s chassis, shuddering. One hand wrapped around his hip and over his aft, rubbing there too, then tugging on his armor a little.

Dazed, Prowl took a moment then groaned, hastily pulling off his armor, removing it and dropping it beside him into the grass. However he didn’t remove his helmet, and Magnum didn’t seem to care, just continued. He dipped his hand down to grasp his aft again and squeezed it a little as he kissed the ninjabot.

Prowl mewled into his mouth and kissed back, easily giving in. He leaned in and ran his hands over the mech’s jaw and neck, then up over his audios. Magnum growled in pleasure to him and continued to kiss him. However, when Prowl’s slender fingers traced up his jaw and got closer to his visor, her jerked back.

Gasping, Prowl looked up at the mech, who had snatched his wrist. “Why can’t I see?” The smaller mech asked, his visor growing thin in suspicion. He pulled at his wrist but Magnum growled in a dangerous tone then flipped his visor up.

Under it, the scar did indeed lead up to his optic, which was missing the glass completely. It was dark and only held the single white optical lens, but nothing more. Prowl stared in awe and reached up to touch it for a moment, before Magnum released his arm and reached for the ninjabot’s visor. Prowl allowed it to be removed, his violet optics widening a little.

This small moment over, the large mech leaned close to kiss him hard on the mouth. Prowl accepted, moaning thickly and returning it eagerly. He groaned and pushed himself closer, his plating retracting suddenly.

Magnum chuckled at how eager he was, he assumed he was some young mech. He faltered a little, wondering if he had ever interfaced before. Frowning, he contemplated asking, but decided against it and kissed his cheeks before moving to nibble his neck.

Groping the exposed aft, he growled heatedly when Prowl bucked into him needily. He found himself slightly loosing control, but he knew Prowl would stop him if he got too rough. He bit at the neck wires gently and rumbled his engine again, sending vibrations through the smaller mech.

Unable to contain himself, Prowl cried out and rocked his hips into him, his cord aching and his port already wet with lubricant. Magnum gave him a slightly smarmy, though lopsided, grin. The smaller bot just looked away, his body aching for more.

Though Magnum was more than happy to give more, he enjoyed the pleading expression in those violet optics far too much to just give Prowl what he wanted. This caused Prowl to wriggle and mewl more, leaning into the large hands now on his waist.

The tank chuckled lowly and rubbed up and down the seams of the ninjabot’s midsection and chest. His fingers were far too big to reach into these seams and pull at wires, but if he pushed hard enough he could certainly make himself felt.

Prowl could barely stand it, even when he dove his thin fingers into the seams of his new comrade’s own armor and tangled his digits into the wires, the aroused and pleasured growl only helped so much.

That larger, darker hand cupped his aft again and Prowl pushed hard into it, feeling Magnum’s thumb on his entrance. He bucked into it but the tank-former pulled his hand back and smacked his aft rather suddenly. Prowl yelped but when Magnum did it again and shuddered and whined as the painful sensation sent pleasurable tingles up his groin and back strut.

Snarling, Magnum stole Prowl’s mouth again and continued to slap his aft then grope it in a nearly painful manner, enjoying the soft cries and pleasured yelps that came from the smaller mech.

Beside himself, Prowl grabbed Magnum’s shoulders and pulled back from the kiss, biting back a scream. He panted and shook, and the large mech stopped the abuse for a moment and just watched. Trembling, the bike-former mewled and shifted, his sore aft tingling.

He continued to watch as Prowl looked up at him with half-lidded optics, his lips swollen from the biting and slightly parted in his labored cycling. After taking in this sight for a few moments, Magnum suddenly pulled Prowl up higher on his chest and kissed his neck and collar.

Dazed and confused between the faint pain and overwhelming pleasure, Prowl said nothing, only whimpered. After a moment he registered that he heard Magnum remove his codpiece and toss it aside. Prowl felt the tip brush against his aft, making him gasp.

Of course, Magnum was massive down there. How could he not be? Prowl looked over his shoulder and saw the monstrous cord and was suddenly overcome with slight fear. Would it even fit? He doubted it.

Magnum didn’t say anything as per usual, only kissed him to distract him, and push two fingers into the slick port. Prowl screamed into the mech’s mouth and forced himself down to push the fingers deeper. They stretched him painfully, but he enjoyed a little pain mixed in with his pleasure.

Hissing lowly, Prowl dug his fingers hard into the dark armor of the other mech, hooking into wires and nodes as he pushed his aft down onto the black fingers of his partner. He smirked when Magnum snarled in pleasure and he continued to pull and rub the mech’s wiring.

Making a deep growl, Magnum bit into the sensitive wires on Prowl’s neck as he pushed his fingers in ever deeper, curling them to scrape them over the sensitive internal wiring of the writing ninjabot in his lap.

“Pl-Please-” Prowl half-sobbed and bucked his hips harder. The ache was driving him insane, he needed more. He looked up at the mech with a horribly pained expression, his violet optics just begging for more. Growling louder, Magnum nibbled on Prowl’s swollen lips and slid in a third digit.

The scream nearly made him stop, but the shove downwards from the other’s hips kept him going. However he went slow, not wanting to break the smaller Autobot. He ignored the frustrated growled and half-formed threats from the bike-former as he continued to pump into him at a slow pace, his other hand wrapped firmly around his hip to keep him from pushing down.

“Magnum!”

Prowl’s voice was hoarse but the demand was clear. The massive mech gazed down at him and snarled when Prowl actually hooked a digit into the mech’s optical socket, dragging his faceplate down that way. The forceful move was painful but he didn’t care, Magnum just found it amusing.

“More. Now.”

The tone that Prowl was using only entertained Magnum further, but he knew Prowl was getting frustrated. The large mech carefully put his hands on his partner’s hips and held him over his cord. He looked the quivering Autobot over. “Sure?” He asked slowly. Prowl wriggled and tried to push himself down.

Well, that was answer enough, so Magnum pushed his concerns aside and began to push into Prowl. Even as the smaller mech shrieked in agony as the massive cord pressed into him, he never asked to stop.

Prowl dug his fingers deeply into Magnum’s armor, snarling in pain and pleasure as the other mech pushed into him. He whined as the head pushed past his port, and when he was only partially inside, Magnum stopped.

“D-don-” Prowl panted, “M-more…” He gasped and tried to push himself down. The tank former snarled and clutched to Prowl tightly, his cord stuffed into the tight port. It almost hurt with how tight it was, and he knew Prowl wasn’t feeling his best. However, Prowl insisted on taking all of his cord, and the tank wasn’t going to say no.

Hissing, Prowl trembled as he felt every inch of Magnum inside his port, stretching him to the point of agony. However, he adored the pain, as well as the pleasure from the rigid plug rubbing over the inside of his valve. He panted hard as he adjusted, his face flush. Magnum’s shaking hands pet over Prowl’s shoulders and back, trying to calm him.

Finally, the ninjabot’s body got used to the horribly huge length inside him, and he became needy once more. Slowly, he began to moved himself over Magnum’s cord, flexing his strong thighs to make the mech slide in and out of him.

Prowl moaned in delight as he felt massive hands grab his hips to pick up the pace, and he arched his back lusciously when Magnum began to slam into him with an urgent need. Latching his light fingers onto his partner’s darker ones, Prowl snarled and clenched his optics, rocking into him sharply.

“Nnnh- oh- Primus- A-Aahn!” Prowl couldn’t speak, he just panted and cried out as he was thrust into hard, not caring that he felt dents in his armor form on his hips. He sobbed out and bucked into Magnum’s embrace, feeling every wet, hard scrape on the inside of his port. It drove him mad, utterly insane, as he bucked harder and harder over the massive plug.

Magnum was beside himself, he hadn’t interfaced in far too long. He thrust harder, his hands tight and leaving dents, and his scraping fingers chipped off paint. Prowl’s clasping fingers did the same, though Magnum didn’t even seem to feel it as he growled and groaned into Prowl’s throat.

Mewling, the ninjabot wrapped an arm around Magnum’s neck to pull him closer, panting hard. He felt more than heard the other mech growl his name in a guttural tone, and it only aroused him further. He felt himself getting close already, but he knew Magnum was close with him.

The two dark mechs moved in tandem, Prowl mewling and whimpering into his lover’s audio, while the massive tank growled and grunted on Prowl’s fairings.

Prowl overloaded violently, shrieking out and clutching to Magnum’s shoulders. The smooth, clenching heat around his cord only made Magnum howl out in his own overload shortly after.

The two Autobots rode out their climax together, Prowl falling limp the second the pleasure faded. He groaned weakly and felt Magnum’s transfluid inside him. He shuddered, the hot, silver liquid seeping out of his port as he was filled quickly.

The smaller mech slumped and nearly fell offline from the intensity of it. The tank wrapped his arms around Prowl to keep him from falling off his lap, and he leaned back to sit against the wall, chest still heaving.

Leaning forward, Prowl rested his cheek on Magnum’s chest, feeling drained. The pain from being filled to beyond the maximum was starting to set in, and he swore his hips were going to dislocate if he moved the wrong way. Clutching his fingers tightly into the seam he’d found underneath the tank’s chest, Prowl slowly relaxed so that his port would allow the massive cord to leave him.

Finally the samurai-bot curled up into the dark midsection and chest of the other mech, cooling fans working hard on them both. He was soothed by massive fingers moving down his back and shoulders softly, and finally he allowed those hands to wrap around his waist and pull him up off the thick cord.

It hurt, it hurt a great deal, but Prowl didn’t care. He only uttered a weak cry of pain when the filling sensation left him. Magnum replaced his codpiece with one hand while holding Prowl’s waist with the other, then finally settled comfortably against the building.

Prowl nuzzled into Magnum’s neck softly, his hips sore to the point that he wasn’t sure if he could walk. He sat high on the mech’s chest, hips just above the door of his tank mode. He relaxed there, slipping off into recharge with his faceplates hidden into the much larger mech’s collar.

Placing a hand over his hips and another up on his back, Magnum held Prowl and smiled to himself when he slipped into recharge. The large mech relaxed, listening to the sound of their cooling fans slow, and the tick of cooling metal. He twitched his helm slightly and his visor and mask came back, as he caught a flash of yellow over to the left. He heard a very, very quite curse and snorted in amusement when the streak disappeared back inside.

Bumblebee had heard the cries, and actually they all had. However Ratchet had understood them for what they were and wouldn’t let anyone go out and investigate. He assured Prime of what it was, to which Prime replied in keeping everyone locked up in the base as best he could. Bumblebee had thought it was hilarious, but then he realized that Magnum may have removed his masks. Like any childish mech, he decided to make it his mission to try and find out.

And a free peek at Prowl’s aft wasn’t too bad, either. Of course when he was finally able to sneak out, they had just been finishing up, and just as he was about to see Magnum’s face, he replaced his masks. Defeated and terrified the tank former had seen him, he bolted back inside.

Magnum was amused by Bumblebee’s antics, but he didn’t let him see. He was sure Prowl would be mortified when he found out, but for now he was comfortably nestled into the larger mech’s grasp.

Finally the massive mech drifted off, nuzzling into Prowl’s fairings and falling into deep recharge. He didn’t care that his transfluid was soaking his and Prowl’s thighs, as well as the ground around them, so he didn’t bother with it when he shifted to get more comfortable.

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Lockdown was furious. When he’d kicked that huge mech out, he hadn’t really expected Prowl to like him. Of course he knew that the Autobots would find him, that’s why he dumped the damn mech in the city and not in the ocean. However, as he hovered near the base, with his camouflage covering him, he had watched the entire thing.

Cursing to himself when Magnum finally fell asleep, he finally could ease the ache in his groin from the erotic show. He knew he’d never be able to top a cord like that. Having lost his Ninjabot far too easily, the bounty hunter scowled.

However, there was other things to attend to rather than sulking. Sinking to the ground onto his knees, the invisible mech retracted his plating and let his burning, leaking plug come out. Hissing as the cold night air hit him, he grabbed himself and began stroking instantly.

Clenching his optics, he replayed the memory to himself, imagining Prowl’s tight port around him and not the behemoth he’d stupidly dropped there. Snarling, the bounty hunter moved his fist faster over himself, breath silent and labored. Fisting his other hand, he dug his fingers into his palm with a thick, low groan as he overloaded suddenly, the image of Prowl’s port stretched with the tank’s plug burned into his memory.

Though he didn’t have a giant plug like Magnum, Lockdown was sure he could snag Prowl for himself if he tried hard enough. But not for a while, which only made him more angry. Still aroused but defeated, the bounty hunter got up from the puddle of silver fluid he’d left there and got back into his ship.

He might just have to get rid of the tank completely, if only to keep Prowl from him. Then again, once Prowl found out about Bumblebee, he might not be inclined to try it again… Plots swirling in his processor, the angered green mech sat in his ship and distracted himself with his trophies.

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And here it is! I hope it was worth the wait, Gemini. I really do hope you liked it. It has a little bit of the things I know you like, and I dearly hope I pulled it off. Please, please review!

Now, on to my Bioshock commissions!
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