❄{Mallowy}❄

• Venting raggedly as he waits for the aftermath, for Optimus’s disappointment. Or worse, Kup’s. Because he’d lost it. Standing in the center of the circle of scorched concrete, his hands flex. And he’s afraid to look up. Doesn’t want to see the damage done. To see if Skywarp managed to teleport away fast enough. Feels like a sparkling again, out of control and scared. Angry. “Roddy?” Head lifting at the sound of your voice, he stares. At you wearing his colors. Except those aren’t his colors anymore, are they?

• That is him. You’re sure of it. Just different, his reds and yellows gone. Replaced by somber purples and blues. Colors that look more like what the Decepticons sport than his faction, but you can see flashes of sunset paint left in places. And familiar optics meet your eyes, erasing the last of your doubts. Moving closer, you can feel the heat radiating off of him like you’re standing too close to a fire and he retreats a step, expression guarded. “Roddy?” Where’s your roguish smile? Your just kidding laugh you’re so used to? What happened?

• “Don’t,” he growls, staring at you in his colors. His right colors instead of this. Ugly, dark Decepticon colors. Colors he’d covered up and hid. And you stop short, little face upturned. Making it so much worse that you finally decided. That you chose him, because why else would you be wearing his colors and patterns? Spark aching as you inhale slowly, part of him wants to snarl at you. Drive you away. Doesn’t want you to see this him. To see his truth. ‘Okay. I won’t come any closer if you don’t want me to, but can we talk?’

The first night you were there, you heard the typical puffs of air that a whale lets out when it surfaces. You didn't think much of it until you heard a massive thump on the beach. You didn't have time to even fully sit up before you got gently scooped up by a half beached mechanical humpback whale mer. You screamed in terror as he lifted you and cradled you against his spark chamber, humming happily. You had heard about inorganic mers living in the ocean but you didn't believe it. It was hard not to believe it now that your face was being lovingly squished against a windshield. At least he seemed as friendly as a regular mer.

He dragged himself back into the water after a few moments, still keeping you against his chassis and above the water. He called out towards the water and more mers quickly swam over to you both. As your eyes adjusted, you realized that the humpback mer is red and blue. You think you remember hearing something about him in particular but you can't remember what for the life of you. You really need to start paying more attention to the news.

A white and orange nurse shark mer does a scan over your body and a smaller yellow spinner dolphin mer pokes at you, clearly trying to play. You try to push his digits away but he simply seems to think that you're also trying to play as he whistles in delight. Eventually, you're set back down on the beach and they leave, whistling and chirping excitedly.

Your next mer encounter in the morning was less peaceful. You, naturally, freaked out a bit when you heard a whale's blowhole and tried to climb up one of the trees. A giant grey orca mer snatched you up and clicked rapidly at you. A grey sailfish mer with red, yellow, and blue detailing quickly emerged from the ocean and examined you. His voice was shrill as he conversed with the grey mer in an alien language.

You were so caught up in watching the two mers that you didn't notice the navy blue seahorse mer behind you until he carefully picked you up out of the other mer’s manipulator. He examined you for a bit before making a few approving whirring sounds and carefully putting you into his chest cavity. It was warm and humid inside but thankfully, it's dry even as he dove beneath the waves. You banged on the glass window with your fists for a bit before you sat down in defeat. You looked around and noticed the mechanical shells surrounding you in the metal chamber.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You muttered in shock.

A purple hermit crab mer chittered at you warmly as you emerged from his shell and you yelped in surprise. A red and black cone snail mer chittered back as they both began approaching you. They both seemed very interested in you as they touched your face and shoulders. They dragged you further into the cavity, away from the window, and curled up with you between them. They fell asleep with you snuggled between them, occasionally letting out happy little purrs and trills. You simply layed there and waited as they cuddled you and stared out into the blue of the ocean beyond the window. You were able to see some of the other members of the pod of your current captor occasionally as they swam past.

You were startled by a loud banging noise and the sound of metal screeching and bending in the water. You tried your best to sit up but the grip of the two mers kept you firmly in place. You got shaken like a margarita as the seahorse mer swam as fast as he could, then got slammed into by a light pink female bottlenose dolphin mer. There was the sound of ripping and tearing metal as she slashed at him, absolutely incensed. You huddled against the two invertebrate mers as you wondered how quickly you'll drown if the chest cavity is pierced. She was distracted by a blue sailfish mer that looked almost exactly like the grey one from earlier as he attacked and gave the seahorse mer a chance to escape.

The seahorse mer quickly swam away from the battle. He was met with a sight that made you gasp. You watched with exhausted horror as two mers that you recognized, presumably the pod leaders, duked it out. The silver orca mer raked his teeth along the tail of the humpback whale mer, who proceeded to smash his tail down onto the other mer’s torso. The water was filled with a haze of glowing pink from all of the wounds on both mers. The orca mer sank down into the depths, stunned after the tail bashing, and the humpback mer turned his attention towards the seahorse mer.

His glowing optics looked entirely different than when he had picked you up off of the island. The softness had been replaced by a borderline homicidal rage. He slammed into your captor, dragging him up to the surface. You cowered as he tore the window off of its hinges and scooped up the cone snail and hermit crab mers as they held you. He threw the seahorse mer back into the water and he stayed on the surface as he carefully untangled you from the much smaller mers. He tossed them back into the water and carefully looked you over for injuries. Once he was satisfied that you weren’t physically harmed, he nuzzled his cheek against you.

He called to his pod as he began swimming back to the island you had been stranded on. He held you carefully against his chest and let the other mers check on you. They mostly petted your back and cooed at you like you were the cutest thing they'd ever seen while you sat there and shook like a traumatized baby sea otter.

• Rumbling as he keeps making the face that you’ve used against him so many times, he knows you’re going to agree. That you’re as susceptible to your human warfare as he is. Maybe if he made the sad noises Buster makes that would give you the final nudge you need? Trying it, he has to fight the urge to grin when you mutter under your breath. “Okay. Okay,” you grumble. Just like that? ‘I can go?’ He asks.

• Throwing up your hands in exasperation, you make a face. Because really, it’s not like anyone could stop him if he’s really determined to drop in on your college classes. And at least with him there, you won’t feel like everyone is staring at you since you’re a bit older than your classmates. Giant, alien robot has to beat adult learner in terms of gossip potential. “Sure,” you mutter and you suck in a breath when he mass shifts, grabs you around the waist, and spins you around.

• Grinning as you hang there staring at him, he pulls you in closer, venting to pull your familiar scent deep. “Am I being too clingy? You can tell me if I am. If you’d rather have class time be time away from me,” he says, immediately feeling guilty and you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand. ‘I love our time together. There’s just a possibility that you’re going to give my professor a stroke. The man is seriously ancient,’ you say, smiling.

• “I thought you didn’t really like this human?” He asks and you wrinkle your nose. ‘I don’t, but he is still a human being,’ you mutter with a shrug and his head nudges yours, the warm air from his venting fanning over you. Face tipping up, your mouth slides against his and when he growls, it rumbles through you. ‘Now, my chem professor? I’m not sure he’s human, because nobody delights that much in calling a student out for an incorrect answer. Him you can scare.’

• “Happy birthday,” he says, ped sliding on your sheets to make your soft berth creak under him. ‘There’s whipped cream on your spike,’ you say, brows lifting. “I know, I know. I’m already so sweet, but I thought you might enjoy a birthday treat,” he purrs, spike aching and fully pressurized. And sticky. He’d had a cherry on top, but it slid off at some point while he was waiting. ‘Funny, because this,’ you say gesturing at him, ‘looks more like a treat for you.’

• “It’s for both of us?” He says, sounding uncertain and hopeful. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you watch a glob of whipped cream and chocolate drip on your sheets between his spread thighs, you crawl up on the bed and it creaks under your combined weight. ‘Uh huh,’ you mutter, a hand on his inner thigh for balance as you lean down. ‘So that means you’re going to return the favor, right?’ You ask, tongue sliding against the underside of his spike and he whimpers.

• “Of course,” he groans, visor brightening as your lips part and your mouth closes on the head of his spike before your tongue slides against him. Head falling back against the mattress, he trembles with the urge to thrust. To move. Making himself be still instead when your head bobs, taking more of him as you suck and run your tongue over the seams of his biolights. “Don’t stop. Primus, don’t stop,” he whines, servos fisting in your blankets.

• Loves how you look like this, pinned and helpless in his grip, but not the least bit afraid of him. Pulling his datapad closer, he unfurls the tendrils at the end of a cable to stroke you and you tremble with a breathless moan. Venting to pull the scent of your need deep, he presses a tendril inside you, watching your hips buck. Releasing his spike to pressurize, he wraps his servos around himself, stroking as he plays with you.

• Trembling as you feel a second tendril pressing inside you, they’re both stroking and curling, moving independently to each other. And you’re apparently playing the part of his fidget toy as he makes notes on his datapad with one hand and pumps his spike with the other. Moaning his name as a third stretches you, you’re close. Unable to look away from his hand wrapped around his spike, the rough way he’s stroking himself as his tendrils tease you.

• Shuddering as he slides a servo against the head of his spike, you’re so slick you’re soaking his tendrils as they thrust and curl inside you. And you cry out, trembling as you come apart for him. Venting raggedly, he listens to you whimper when he slips his tendrils free and he moves you, cables shifting against you. Rubbing the head of his spike against you, smearing the slick beading at the head between your thighs. Too big right now to fit inside you, so he just rubs against you, frame heating as you tremble.

• He’s going to make a mess all over you if he keeps that up. Sliding the tip of his spike against you over and over as his venting gets rougher, fans cycling on. And he startles you when he mass shifts suddenly, pulling you down on his spike. Hips rolling under you before he shudders hard and you feel the heat of his release filling you. Cables sliding restlessly against you, he stares at you, a servo brushing your cheek before he pulls a mini datapad from subspace and goes back to making his notes, his tendrils lazily moving you on his spike.