Demon Slayers, Disney Villains, And Robots For Life

Nickle is your Owner!

The Scavengers saw that Nickel wasn't doing well, and thinking that a pet could make her happier, the group of misfits bought you to her as an unofficial welcome to the Scavengers gift.

At first, the little femme didn't want you due to her hate towards organics, but you prove yourself to her. You aren't interested if she is a Decepticon and even less that she was a member of the feared Decepticon Justice Division.

What you are interested in is to see if she could teach you about Cybertronian culture and customs. When you show interest in her actual origins from Titan, she gets a little chattier. As much as she misses her it, she does take every chance she gets to talk about her former home.

This interest created a bond between the two of you.

Honestly, you can do whatever you like and you get away with it because Nickel says so. You're her pet, you should be able to curse if you want to since she has a pretty nasty mouth herself.

You're pretty for a human, she knows it and you're even prettier when dancing according to music playing. You obviously love it and that makes it so much better.

Nickle has said that she will operate the mechs if they wake you up from your naps. You never have slept better than with your loving owner.

You blinked tiredly. Where were you? You tried to look around, but the ache in your joints sent pain signals into your processor.

"Wh- where...?" You mumbled weakly as you looked around. You were in medbay, that much was obvious, but why? You had no memories of the last few days or such, you couldn't remember.

"Oh, you're up!" Came a familiar voice and you turned your head to see Spinister, your friend, and a fellow Scavenger approach you.

"Spinister...!" You gasped and grabbed the Con's hand when he came to stand beside your desk. "W- what happened?"

"We got attacked. You were shot and hurt badly so we brought you here." The medic said and you blinked in shock.

"B- But! I- I don't remember being shot!" You cried out but Spinister hushed you. "It's okay! I'm here! I'll take care of you!"

"But...! What about others?" You asked and he nodded happily, "Krok and others think your health comes first. I think so too."

"Oh... Alright." You nodded weakly, "That's good."

"It is." Spinister agreed and you looked at him. "Spinister?"

"Yes?"

"Why can't I feel my legs?"

"Aah..." Spinister looked to the side and shook his head sadly. "They were dragging you down so we had to chop them off. I hope you don't mind!"

"What!?" You exclaimed and pushed yourself up enough to see that you were indeed missing your legs.

"They were damaged beyond rescue, but don't worry! Once we find a donor for you, you get your legs back!" Spinister tried to reassure you, but you were slowly starting to hyperventilate. "M- My legs...!"

"Shh...!" The trigger happy mech shushed you and you quieted down quickly. "They were dragging you down... But now you and I can spend more time together! I'll take care of you!"

"B- But...!" You tried to protest but Spinister held his finger against your lips. "It will be alright...! I'm here for you, always."

You swallowed the lump in your intake and chose to trust Spinister. Little did you know, he was the one that had shot your legs but to his defense, he was aiming for your lower back.

You were drinking with the infamous Scavengers. It took you time to find them, but you finally did and when you did, you invited them over to your ship for drinks.

You looked at them each as you took your glass of engex and downed the whole glass in one go.

"So...? You said you knew Flywheels?" Krok, the leader of the Scavengers asked and you nodded.

"He was someone very dear to me." You smiled but there was sadness in your optics. Unfortunately, it went past some of them.

"Yeah, Flywheels was a great guy! How did you guys know each other?" Misfire asks as he took a sip of his engex.

"He actually confessed me a little before you ended up against the DJD." You said and poured yourself a new glass.

"He did?" Spinister asked and you nodded.

"Yeah." You chuckled as you reminisced the moment you two had gotten together.

"He was so dumb about it! He was a stuttering mess so I asked if he liked me and he transformed on the spot as he tried to save his hide!"

"Yeah, that sounds like him." Crankcase grumbled and you stopped laughing. "I wish we could have met one more time in person..." You sighed sadly. A silence fell between you all as you all nursed your drinks.

Finally, after a good moment of silence, you raised your helm and looked at your guests. "Hey... Can I join you guys?"

"What?!" The mechs yelled in shock and looked at you like you had two helms. "Why?"

"Are you mad or something?" Spinister asked and you smiled lightly. "Maybe I am, but I want to know the guys my loved one spent his last days and moments with."

You finished your drink and whistled, feeling the engex burn as it went down. "If you let me join, I can sell my ship and you guys can have the money I get by selling it. How does that sound?"

The mechs shared a look but before Krok could say anything, Misfire cheered, "Yeah, you can join!"

"Misfire!" Krok snapped but the purple con just smiled. "Why not? Flywheel's habsuite is empty, they could move in there!"

"Then it's settled!" You cheered and offered your hand to Krok next to you. "I won't let you down bosscon."

The con looked at your hand and then you. Finally, he sighed in defeat and took your hand. "Fine, welcome to the Scavengers."

It's way too early. Or, at least it is to you. You groan and whine as Krok gets up and starts going through the checklist he has. Yes, he has one, so shut up about it.

"Krok, what are you doing...?" You ask as he turns his back to you. The mech mumbles, "I'm just checking today's events... The engine needs a quick check-up and guys want to play another round of Shoot Shoot Bang Bang."

"Can't the game wait? You work so hard, why not take it easy for a while?" You asked but he ignored you. "You know how the guys are. If they don't get their game I will never hear the end of it."

You frowned before reaching over and grabbing his shoulder as you pulled him back. Krok's body hit the berth and he turned towards you to scold you but you just smiled as you lowered yourself down his frame to his closed interface panel.

"Let me give you a reason to stay in bed...!" You purred and Krok looked at you with wide optics. "What are you- OH!" He cried out as you licked his closed interface panel and his self-control shattered and his spike emerged from its hiding spot. You grinned as you wrapped your hand around the base of his spike and gave it a couple of thoughtful pumps.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" You asked with a sly smile as you licked the tip of his spike and he threw his helm back. "Alright, I'll stay, I'll stay!"

"That's the smartest idea you've had today~!" You giggled as you swallowed his spike down your intake.

I LOVE SPINISTER, HE IS TOTALLY MY TYPE.

It had been a long and tough day. A couple of rounds of Shoot Shoot Bang Bang and you had finally emerged victorious against the trigger easy Spinister. The mech was a good player, but he was no match to you at your last round where you used your team leader Krok as a shield. Now you were tired and ready for some well-earned recharge.

You entered your habsuite and were about to head to bed when you noticed that someone had been in your room. How could you tell? There was stuff missing and you knew just who was behind this crime. You left your suite and made your way down the ship until you got to Misfire's habsuite.

"Misfire, open up!" You shouted and banged your fist against the door. After a couple of hits, the door to the violet mech's room opened and the Cybertron's worst shooter greeted you. "Oh, it's you? What do I own this-?"

"Save your sweet talk to Krok. I know Grimlock was in my room again!" You shouted and Misfire blinked, "How do you think it was Grimlock? Maybe you just-?"

You could see the huge Dinobot past Misfire's shoulder and you pushed your way into the duo's suite.

"Primus, Grimlock, this is enough! Quit stealing all the pillows!" You yelled as you looked at the nest that your friend had made. There must have been ship's every pillow and blanket, all put into this pile and T-rex laying there in the middle of everything. You frowned and Misfire laughed awkwardly. "Grimlock just likes comfort?"

"There has to be a line somewhere!" You snapped as you approached the nest. "I'm tired so I'll just take my pillow and- HIYA!"

Suddenly Grimlock picked you up and set you in the middle of the blankets and pillows. You blinked in surprise and that was all the Dinobot needed as he curled around your frame. You grumbled as you tried to get out, but Grimlock had you good and it was comfortable and warm.

"I guess I'm sleeping with you guys." You sighed and Misfire smiled. "Yeah, you are."

It starts off innocently. Just like everything else. You and Scavengers, the trash of the universe that no one wanted, were just blowing off some steam. You know, a healthy way to cope with your frustration and feelings? But then things took an ugly turn and now no one was safe.

You run around the corner and press your body against the wall, hoping your chaser doesn’t notice you. Lucky for you, Fulcrum runs straight past you. You sigh, but you can’t afford to be relieved yet. The battle was on and no one was backing down.

You gather your things, mainly your gun and make a run for it when someone snatches you from the ground.

“What the–! Misfire!” You whisper and the con makes a shush gesture to you. You smile, he was on your side on this ugly battle where you tried to take over the ship. You look behind him, but you don’t see Grimlock.

“Where’s the dinobot?”

“Big guy got caught…!” Misfire admitted and you tensed. He continued. “They surrounded us and Grimlock sacrificed himself so I could run but I don’t think they shot him yet! They took him to a common area.”

“So there is still a chance that we can save him and win the battle.” You said and Misfire nodded, looking ever-so-hopeful and excited. “We’re getting the big guy out and take over this ship!”

The con leaned down to put you on the ground and you turned to him dead seriously. “We can’t do it by ourselves Misfire.” You said dead seriously and the con’s optics widened before a smile broke down on his face.

“Amethyst…! Are you suggesting that we–!”

“It’s the only way to save Grimlock and take over the ship.” You say as you put your gun back into your gem on your palm and offer the said hand to Misfire. The con smiled and grasped your hand in his, twirling you so your wild pastel purple hair twirled with you like a shield and you threw yourself into his hands. Blinding light took over you two and when you opened your eyes you were one. 

“Aaaw, frag yeah, make way to Ametrine!” You two cheered and shared a fist pump with your four arms and pulling guns out of your gem in your upper hand. Each arm armed, you made your way to the common area where your friend was being held.

“Wait, if we just barge in they’re gonna see us coming!” You two figured out loud. Then you noticed the vents. “We could use the wents and drop on them! Great idea!” You cheered and climbed into the vent.

The vents were dusty and dark and not to mention small. Luckily Ametrine wasn’t afraid of tight spaces. You continued until you heard the voices. They were right below you. You checked you got your guns and blasted your way out of the vents!

“Eat bullets you sickos!” You yelled as you shot in every direction with your arms, 360 it and whatnot, your head twirling around to see where you were shooting at. You shot until there wasn’t anything to shoot anymore, you were out of pullets. You panted hard when you were done, but a gun went off and you shouted. They got your straight to the head.

“H– How…?” You croaked out as you fell on the ground, succumbing to your mortal wound as your fusion came undone. Krok, Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Spinister came from behind the couch and Krok tch’ed at you.

“Even as fusion you two suck at aiming.” The tactician said and you pouted. “Don’t look at me, Ametrine got it from their Cybertronian part!”

Misfire took a double look at you. “You betrayer.” He said and turned towards the rest of the crew. “Where’s Grimlock? What did you do to him!?”

“We threw him a cube of energon and put him in your room.” Fulcrum said and Misfire relaxed immediately. “Oh, okay.” He looked at his friends and then glanced at you. “Another round of Shoot Shoot Bang Bang?”

You smiled. “Bring it nerds.”

Misfire’s first reaction is to laugh at you. What are you wearing? But then he takes another look and he comes to the conclusion that oh frag, you look adorable. What are those things on your head, ears? He thought you already had ears? Teases you, pokes your puffy maid dress and asks what it’s for, what’s the occasion?

In berthroom you two are seriously role-playing. Misfire is your spoiled master and you’re his ever so humble maid that has nothing to say about his overly dramatic acting skills while you blow him. He won’t keep quiet either, letting the rest of the Scavengers know what kinda play you’re playing.

Krok takes one look at you, nods and says you look good. He doesn’t understand what the dress’ purpose is, but once you explain to him that it’s dressing up for fun he nods again and says it’s fine. He’ll allow it on his ship. Krok, you’re not reading the situation right now, Krok.

At the berthroom you give him a funny example of how maids in space work if you had anything to do with it. Krok is moaning and panting, yes, the dress looks good on you, Primus, don’t stop, as you keep bouncing up and down on his spike with no end in sight.

Crankcase immediately notices your new dress, ears and tail and comments that what you killed and decided to wear, you look weird. Gee, thanks Crankcase, maybe you were just trying to impress him with your super cute and kawaii cosplay? The mech frowns and crumbles, you were cute enough already as you were.

Sex is good. Really good. Crankcase is pistoning in and out of you as you lay on his berth, his hold of your hips almost bruising as he keeps saying you how foolish you are if you think a mere dress and animal parts make him look at you any differently.

Spinister is a fucking idiot. He immediately thinks that your ears are some kind of weird alien parasites that have taken over your body and that you should be put to rest as soon as you call out his attention and make adorable cat posture. It takes Krok and Crankcase to stop him and explain to him that you’re only wearing a costume. When he realizes this his okay with this, like, nice, you look good.

You’re bitter at him for almost shooting you, so sex is torturous for him. You’ll be eating out his valve, but just before he can overload you pull away and start teasing him and he whines and you just slap his thigh, no you got yourself in this mess you idiot, now deal with it. Spinister moans what a torturer you are and are you sure you’re not being controlled, his human isn’t this cruel, but he’s loving it.

Fulcrum reacts pretty well to your new change of appearance. He isn’t immediately almost throwing up at the sight of you as he focuses on your ears before he remembers your humane organic nature and gets sick again. Poor mech, let’s give him a break, shall we?

There is no YOU and HIM in the same room during sex. It’s a deal you both have as you find him attractive and he finds your voice and being attractive, save for your race. The sex consists on phone sex and one-sided camera sex as you don’t mind seeing Fulcrum with a fist around his spike and fingers in his valve and he doesn’t mind it when you tell him how glorious he looks.

Grimlock is shameless. He’s immediately sniffling you and nope, you don’t smell different, but you certainly look different. A little bit like a beast like him. Your dress is super puffy and cute, but Grimlock is more interested on burying his snout beneath your dress, much to your embarrassment because he will do this in front of everyone else.

You’ll be hugging your pillow as your ass hangs in the air and Gridlock has his snout beneath your dress again, but this time you’re not wearing your panties and he has his huge glossa stroking your dripping sex until you’re coming again. He’ll be happy to clean you up afterward and maybe even go for a fourth round.