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how did you end up like this?
tightly squished in the throat of the large Predacon leader wasn't very ideal, but how else was he to deal with trespassers and intruders like you?
Megatron chuckled around your body and suddenly swallowed hard, making you gasp and squirm, you were getting very close to his tanks...
and with a loud and powerful glrk~
you then found yourself completely inside them.
You feel him give his swollen tank a pat before belching loudly, jostling you around.
He chuckled as he felt you squirm when he poked and prodded you, not that you could avoid it now. His tanks were at least a little roomy, you could move around a bit, you’d give him that, but they were still his tanks, all hot, squishy and sticky with what you really hoped was recent drinks of Energon.
He gave his tank another pat before you felt him stand up, you and everything else in him sloshing downward slightly. His tanks gently swayed back and forth as he walked, you didn’t know where he was going you, but the feeling was quite nice.
He suddenly stops, and you hear what sounded like something rising up, he moves again, and you feel him start to sink down into something you guess was a liquid, it made the walls of his tank squish against you, so much for it being roomy in there.
It was also getting much hotter as he sat in it. As if it wasn’t already extra hot in there! You start squirming to try and get out or make room, neither to any avail.
Above you, Megatron laughs at your pitifully attempts at escape, amused that you thought you could get out, he sinks further into his tub, making sure his tank was covered with the hot oil. When he feels you give a particularly hard kick to his tank he gasps.
“Fiesty little snack aren’t you~?”
He gave you a chuckle and a slap to his gut, angry and desperate you kicked hard again. This time Megatron growled with his own anger.
“Keep acting up like that,” He gave his gut another slap to get you. “And you’ll never get out, understand, snack?”
You rubbed at where his slap had landed, and you felt tired, so you give in to what he says, you curl up again and accept that you’ll just have to wait this out, let Megatron have his fun.
Feeling you stop moving Megatron chuckles quietly and starts rubbing over his swollen tank.
“See? I knew it was a reasonable request, even for you. I knew you were a good little snack.” he gave a few pats where your head was through his tank. “Now, if you don’t mind,” he gave a yawn and a lazy belch. “I’m going to have a rest, behave yourself.”
You feel his hand rest atop his tank, and the muscles around you relax as he does. You sigh and just decide to get as comfy as you could, judging by the sounds of the tyrants loud snoring?
You’ll be in there a while.