the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

“I feel as if I should have been returned to my usual size by now. Your home is… much more accommodating than mine. You have things in more sizes than I believed were ever necessary.”

The voice startles Megatron enough for him to release the dash completely, leaning back against the seat. “Yes… ‘well’.” Rex whines as they slowly start to roll off, and he makes to get up. The warlord knows: they’re going to be chased.

“Wait, Bumblebee! Disengage your windows, let him smell us.”

(Bee hesitantly rolls the window down.) “Okay, but if he starts clawing at my door, I’m bolting.”

As soon as the window rolls, Rex’s massive nose is poked into it, and Megatron lets him sniff his tiny servo. Rex wiggles a bit but he doesn’t pounce, instead turning upside-down to reveal his belly. No matter the size of the mech, Rex demands rubs. “Good boy.”

Megatron takes this time to look around the inner space of his dear friend, fascinated. “… You have cupholders.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

“I feel as if I should have been returned to my usual size by now. Your home is… much more accommodating than mine. You have things in more sizes than I believed were ever necessary.”

A lot of things happen in quick succession that Megatron has no control over. A gigantic hound is baring down on him, he’s lifted up by his waist, and suddenly enclosed in… Primus, is he inside of Bumblebee?

The absurdity of it all is put on pause as Rex noses Bee’s window, rocking him on his axles. Megatron braces himself between the dashboard and the seat, barely remembering not to dig in his claws. Frustrated that he can’t reach his master, Rex lays down, his head resting against the small car.

(Bee’s voice comes through the dashboard.) “… SO!” 

“I’m just gonna… drive us away slooowly and hope he takes it well.” 

The voice startles Megatron enough for him to release the dash completely, leaning back against the seat. “Yes… ‘well’.” Rex whines as they slowly start to roll off, and he makes to get up. The warlord knows: they’re going to be chased.

“Wait, Bumblebee! Disengage your windows, let him smell us.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

“I feel as if I should have been returned to my usual size by now. Your home is… much more accommodating than mine. You have things in more sizes than I believed were ever necessary.”

“I don’t imagine they have…” and Sever was extremely interested in the small creature riding the minibot’s shoulders. Unblinking optics followed him everywhere. “I do not wish to attempt to feed them at this ti-”

Bee’s and Megatron’s backs are simultaneously coated in oral lubricant, and the force of Rex’s glossa knocks the tiny warlord to the floor. He quickly scrambles onto his bck, staring up into the massive jaws of his own cyberhound.

AAH REX-

(Bee all but puts his whole hand into Rex’s mouth to give him something to lick OTHER than his tiny master.) EASY boy, easy! Sit! Siiit~ Sit! 

Rex is momentarily distracted by the servo, happily slurping away, until Megatron tries to right himself. The motion draws his attention back, and he lowers his helm to sniff curiously. It smells like his master, and it’s shaped like his master. But it’s food sized! The Ridgeback barks at the small thing, trying to get around Bee.

NO no no- NOONONO REX-

(Bee hands go around Megatron’s waist to hoist him up and off the floor.) OKAY this is not going as well as anticipated-

(Rex’s nose is at his back, and Bee reflexively transforms around Megatron, sealing him safely into his cab. The warlord and de facto ruler of Cybertron will find himself in the front seat of a compact economy car.) 

A lot of things happen in quick succession that Megatron has no control over. A gigantic hound is baring down on him, he’s lifted up by his waist, and suddenly enclosed in… Primus, is he inside of Bumblebee?

The absurdity of it all is put on pause as Rex noses Bee’s window, rocking him on his axles. Megatron braces himself between the dashboard and the seat, barely remembering not to dig in his claws. Frustrated that he can’t reach his master, Rex lays down, his head resting against the small car.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

“I feel as if I should have been returned to my usual size by now. Your home is… much more accommodating than mine. You have things in more sizes than I believed were ever necessary.”

“I don’t imagine they have…” and Sever was extremely interested in the small creature riding the minibot’s shoulders. Unblinking optics followed him everywhere. “I do not wish to attempt to feed them at this ti-”

Bee’s and Megatron’s backs are simultaneously coated in oral lubricant, and the force of Rex’s glossa knocks the tiny warlord to the floor. He quickly scrambles onto his bck, staring up into the massive jaws of his own cyberhound.

AAH REX-

(Bee all but puts his whole hand into Rex’s mouth to give him something to lick OTHER than his tiny master.) EASY boy, easy! Sit! Siiit~ Sit! 

Rex is momentarily distracted by the servo, happily slurping away, until Megatron tries to right himself. The motion draws his attention back, and he lowers his helm to sniff curiously. It smells like his master, and it’s shaped like his master. But it’s food sized! The Ridgeback barks at the small thing, trying to get around Bee.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

“I feel as if I should have been returned to my usual size by now. Your home is… much more accommodating than mine. You have things in more sizes than I believed were ever necessary.”

He feels only slightly ridiculous, but definitely much more secure with Bee holding him in place.

“You’re underestimating yourself. I’m sure you would make a wonderful forearm bracer, or neckguard.” Soundwave’s deployers seemed to fit in rather well where they were, at least.

Oh dude, I could SO be a deployer! I’m kind of the right size class, I could spend most of the day folded up and carried around! 

(Megatron’s office looks a lot bigger without Megatron in it. At least, not at full size. Bee reflexively waves to the robo-fish.) Have they been fed?

“I don’t imagine they have…” and Sever was extremely interested in the small creature riding the minibot’s shoulders. Unblinking optics followed him everywhere. “I do not wish to attempt to feed them at this ti-”

Bee’s and Megatron’s backs are simultaneously coated in oral lubricant, and the force of Rex’s glossa knocks the tiny warlord to the floor. He quickly scrambles onto his bck, staring up into the massive jaws of his own cyberhound.