#petformers

WAVWAV WENSDAY

The Autobots were prepared for a rabid beastformer. Not a frightened mechanimal hunkering down in the shredded remains of a laboratory.

Ratchet swears up a storm since you claw his interior because of the long, rough drive back to base.

You’ve spent a few days in the rafters of the base, refusing to come down. Watching them all.

You purr very loud. Once you get rumbly, you can vibrate other people’s hands and bodies.

It’s really soothing for the ‘bots, especially when you sprawl all over their laps for stritches. And the kids just love lying in your thick fur for a full body massage.

You have built-in night vision and an ability to dim your biolights and signature to nothing.

Needless to say, quite a few tripped over a sleeping cat loaf.

Fortunately you’re very well armored beneath the massive amount of floof.

Wheeljack fell fucking in love with you.

Apparently, the Autobot base cat is a hunting breed only known in Polyhex and hard to whelp in other city-states.

Polyhex. Where everything is hardy as a Titan and just likely to kill a mech. ‘Nuff said.

Miko succeeds an American dream of riding a giant cat bareback.

She has no regrets. None.

You often groom Jack, trying to get the grease off of him.

There’s fur everywhere. On the couch. On the clothes. In their rooms. They catch strands in their seams and joints.

Agent Fowler doesn’t understand how does his suit collects so much ridiculously long strands when his office is locked and he doesn’t even sit down.

Bots sometimes wake up to a couple strands in their mouths.

Jack once pulled out a strand from his left eye. It freaked him even more when Miko told him that also happens with long hair.

Everyone has a lot of pictures and short clips of the base cat.

So much If I fit, I sit vids.

Clips of you scurrying up and down the walls when Wheeljack, Bumblebee, or Smokescreen uses a laser.

You laying on the keyboard or curling up to the TV whenever it’s in use.

Raf did a Shoulder-Cat theme to the tune of Spider-Pig.

You sleeping over the faces of a knocked out bot. A lot of Ratchet.

My Sassy Dog this took a long time to Draw 0_0 Happy thanksgiving Y’all!  Anyways here’s a Gift for a Danger noodle and his friends. So lets see if i can name them all- The  Evil Anon-nom Army  Danger noddle- @medusa-mech The C.P.S ( Cobrator Protect Squad)  Jazzcat- @eliteniinja / Rapidshock the Fluffy Murder Dragon @tenebrifiic / Prowl the shiba inu ( i dunno if they have a blog or not-)/ Rosanna floof kitty @cyber-pop-star and finally... Two Neutral Beans who have no clue whats happening but will gladly fight Ghostwire the Caracal @cyberghost-scout  And Blueberry aka Me  @tranaformersareepic And Before i leave for like the whole weekend, Have two Songs that fit this  pic Really well 0w0 

(Hahaha here’s a snippet in Megatron/Maxi pad’s POV)

Prime, Megatron hisses, eyes narrowed and vicious, body bristling in outrage. Where’s your damn dignity?! Your fraggen pride?! Get down now!! He spits out the last word with pure venom.

Optimus Prime, the missing leader of the Autobots and currently dozing off in a warm lap and gentle hands, cracks open a bright, blue eye and just sighs -tiredly and lazily; as if he’s the unreasonable one right now. Prime shifts, rolling his new flexible spine to a better position, purring loudly as you coo -insipidly Megatron adds -over his pleasant and submissive demeanor.

He knows that Primes are weak and soft-sparked and gluttonous creatures, but he came to (grudgingly) respect Optimus Prime over the countless millennia of warfare. But this? This horrifies him to a visceral level.

Honestly, this is the mech that battled him to stand-stills on active killing fields? This mech? This is the one that tore into his chassis as often he did to Prime’s and had eagerly, readily accepted a position as an organic, pampered pet - sparkling collar and all -for a little bit of affection?

You’re a disgrace, Megatron says with pure vitriol, to your very own creed!

You’re being overdramatic, Prime purrs contentedly and opens his eyes to stare into his black-furred counterpart. The faster the humans accept us as trained and docile pets, the faster they’ll leave alone to our devices. And the faster we can escape back to our factions.

Megatron already clawed you and your materials out of pure principle; he definitely will not kneel with an open spark chamber -or go belly up -as the Prime had. He swore that he would never wear another collar!

As of now, you and mech human Kevin are on the couch, discussing their new names, and it’s a moment of pure Schadenfreude. At least for him.

Cinnabuns?! Prime mewls in pure confusion and horror, red and white head swiveling around to look up at you.

Megatron wheezes upon the bookcase. A treat of gluten excess and an aft pun!

Ahh, of course, Megatron’s tail flicks in spiteful glee, you would be declared as a symbol of gluttony. A useless dessert that’s pleasurable before the regret and laziness sets in. At least my name is a useful item, he ends with a smug meow.

Better than yours, Megatron, Prime huffs and gives him such a cheshire grin, At least my name hails from an enjoyable edible. Not as a reminder for destroying necessary biological waste products. Bad kitty!

Megatron’s ears flicked, growling. Poor turn around. Mine is a proud act of rebellion against this accursed situation. You literally gave in the moment they stroked and petted you.

“Look at ‘em. Even the cats disagree!”

“You’re wrong; Maxi pad enjoys the suffering of others.” You say vehemently.

Not quite. He enjoys the suffering of fools and he’s always surrounded by them.

Mech human Kevin then sighs and rubs his face, knocking the glasses askew, and says, “No. I’m not calling your cats Maxi pad and Cinnabuns.”

This human is far more tolerable to Megatron and would have been the preferable choice.

“It’s not that bad,” You valiantly ignore the yes it is by all of them and grin quite impishly, “This one already has a Cinnabon look. Plus you can do this. Bun-bun-bun-bun-bun.”

The look of rapture on Prime’s feline face disgusts him, especially when he arches into your hands for more scratches at the base of his tail. That needy piece of shareware.

The mech human Kevin looks at him and Prime with tired resignation; the look of well I tried and I can’t stop this overclocked slagger and says, “I’m calling you unlucky bastards Cinnamon and Max. Just saying.”

The Megatron and Optimus get turned into cats AU was more for the g1 universe since that place is so crazy and ridiculous that it could have been canon.

But this could also fit in TFP as well. Here you go lol

(Oh no, anon, Megatron’s name wasn’t something simple and sweet as Coffee… There’s a reason I said that Megatron and Optimus disliked their new names. Pet owners go big with fully embarrassing/awesome names or go home)

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“What’s this!?” 

Everyone’s faces turn to see Megatron at the doorway, who’s glaring at the multiple screens playing two cats rolling in catnip and then tumbling into your lap as you babytalk in the background. Both of them nosing for fresh drugs as you sprinkle more on top of their heads.

“Hey, it’s Kevin,” goes vid-you and the big, black cat takes off in a ferocious howl and the camera follows the cat to see it slam face-first into the glass door. The door rattles and the cat shakes it off, hissing angrily and clawing at the glass plane.

“Yeah, he still mad about the sweaters. Too bad, he doesn’t have your taste, Cinnabon. Bun bun bun bun bun,” and the red and white tabby melts into your lap as you scratch its butt.

“Cinnabon?” Knock Out gasps in full delight.

“The sweaters?” A Vehicon mutters and falls silent as Megatron glares them into quiet submission.

“Ahh, Lord Megatron,” Starscream purs and smacks away a hand reaching over to stop the video of Cinnabon sprawled out in cat euphoria, “We’re taking a scheduled break. Our squishy… guest shared some files of their beloved pets. Maxi and Cinny?”

“Enough! Delete that dribble and get back your stations!”

“Yes, Lord Megatron,” goes the terrifying peanut gallery.

“Now if Cinny is Cinnabon, then what’s Maxi for? Human, could you shed some light on that?”

Before you could answer Starscream’s question, Megatron cuts in, slamming a fist onto a table, cracks splintering across the metal surface, “It’s obviously short for a respectable name. A name with dignity! A name fit for a conqueror!”

“Oh fuck no,” Your mouth runs, words bouncing in the cavernous command center, and all the metal giants turn to you. Steve subtly stiffens and you pat the kidnapper’s shoulder that you’re currently sitting on. Hell, even Soundwave turns to watch.

Starscream and Knock Out look eager; hungry even. Lord Megatron eyes you with such a scorching, baleful look that’s so startling like the narrowed red gaze of the ferocious black cat that it screams the same Don’t you dare, human. 

But you loved those looks. Hence Kevin’s sweaters and the fruit caps.

Optimus is orange and white tabby. Megatron is a big, black cat - quite a fearsome thing and very willing to bite people.

Both claimed their preferred bases in their new living quarters.

Megatron likes to glare down upon the bookcases. Optimus enjoys the couch with the quilt.

They both dislike their new names for different reasons.

Optimus very much enjoys being petted and stritched.

Gets to the point, he’ll be annoyed if he doesn’t get his daily cuddles.

Megatron shreds everywhere and it’s a different war to wage to bathe and properly groom him.

Will take it to his grave that he enjoys getting fully brushed.

Two words: Catnip high.

Megatron and Optimus vs the neighbor’s dogs