I saw this pic that wildblue-rain had commissioned and had to write a story for it. Just a heads up, Bumblebee gets flattened big time.

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The long abandoned industrial park was more than isolated enough for even the large bots to expect privacy, nothing but decrepit factory buildings and warehouses for the better part of a mile. Anything done there would be between the two massive Autobots walking the long access road winding between the buildings.

"This is an... unusual request." The larger of the two said as the they stopped in an opening. The stoic leader of their resistance movement, Optimus cared deeply for his subordinates, so decided to indulge Bumblebee's request.

"Are you sure you can handle me Bumblebee?" He asked through the wirring and clicking of the bot making the change into his vehicle form. Noises of affirmation were the response that signaled his desire to go through with the request.

Optimus looked down at the sleek yellow Camaro in front of him, suddenly feeling a jolt of excitement. The feeling was out of place and confusing but began to grow as he lifted a foot and set his roof. Bumblebee's frame groaned loudly as Optimus transferred weight onto him. The powerful muscle car form sunk deep on its suspension, nearly touching the ground as Optimus gingerly lifted his other foot up onto Bee's roof.

The excited mechanical vocalizations told him that Bumblebee was enjoying it, and wanted more. Slowly he lifted one foot and focused his weight on a single spot. He could feel his metal feet pressing a subtle imprint into the metal beneath but that was little more than the human equivalent of a welt that would be remedied with time.

Bee was taking his weight, the vehicle beneath him holding solid under several tons of mass. The weight not just that of a semi truck, but an alien robot that could take the form of a semi truck pressed down onto one point, concentrated to an area a little more than a few feet. Then it happened, the sound to stained metal and Optimus felt himself drop nearly a foot. Looking down he saw himself standing in a foot shaped crater, Bumblebee's roof partially caved in under his weight. There were some sounds of distress from his comrade below, but Optimus was so deep in the feeling and visual of the damage that he didn't even hear them.

Suddenly blind to everything else and in desperate need of more, he shifted his weight upward and let it come back down on the same spot. The gentlest of hop was enough to drive the roof lower, breaking the sporty bucket seats backwards and crushing the roof down to the seat bottoms. Bee's steering wheel, dash and center console were crushed as the roof crumpled down on them. The feeling of the car and fellow Autobot crumpling breath him was intoxicating in a way he couldn't explain. He needed more. Raising it high, Optimus drove his other foot down onto Bee's hood. The brutally hard impact effortlessly crushed the engine bay and all the bot parts concealed under the supercharged V8 "engine".

Bumblebee was helpless under this kind of pressed, completely unable to transform, no matter how hard he tried. The carefully concealed seams opened and closed frantically as he tried desperately to change but any attempt was useless. Optimus lifted his foot from Bee's roof and sent it crashing down on the front driver side fender. The headlight blew out with a dramatic shower of broken plastic while the powerful metal foot crushed the grill. The impact detonated the sporty track tire and smashed the alloy wheel. Settling into the feeling, Optimus' toes clenched and unclenced around the compacted front end of the brutalized car. His other foot did the same with the other side, and with a left, right, left, right of stomping feet, he effectively flattened the entire front end.

Looking behind him, he could see the attempts to transform growing weaker and less frequent. He knew he should have felt guilty as he trampled anything that remained uncrushed on the front part of the car. Looking over the back third, the there was little left and nothing but the occasional flicker of movement. Turning, he lowered his rear down and sat on what remained undamaged. His mass crushed the trunk and back end, breaking all but one of the tail lights. That single light broke from its housing and dangled freely. The back tires bent outwards under the pressure, going beyond a stanced look and into the appearance of that it was, an unquestionably crushed car.

Sitting on the wreckage, Optimus dug his toes into the metal, reveling in the feeling of sensual destruction. He had utterly destroyed this car, but beyond that, another Transformer. The loss of a comrade was regrettable but the feeling had been such intense pleasure that he had trouble feeling any guilt whatsoever. In its place, he only craved more. He allowed himself the Transformer equivalent of climax as the flickering of that last tail light faded and then ceased.

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Story by  delta_x3

Art by  Zigoter

Owner  wildblue-rain