Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

A/N: I was inspired to write these drabbles by this awesome pic. http://godformers.deviantart.com/art/iDONThavethesugarlockdown-131589265
All drabbles are Godformers/Aztec theme.


Title: Rite of Passage
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: crack!drabble
Summary: (AU) Prowl’s rite of passage is…

Rites of passage were common among mortals as well as the gods. Prowl was currently undergoing his own. Before Prowl could take his place as god of the moon, he had to spend a year among the mortals as one of them. It was a test all gods had to endure, and one that was supposed to build empathy for humans. Mortal life was often brutal and short, and to experience it would build strength, or so Prowl was taught.

Over two months ago, the young god had been dumped into the middle of the jungle, given a mortal body, and left to his fate. Luckily for him, he eventually stumbled across a small village, and the residents were eager to welcome him due to his appearance. With his pale skin, bright blue eyes, and elegant features, the villagers presumed he was a descendant of the gods. Prowl integrated well, living with the village priests until his own hut was built, learning their customs, tilling the fields, craftsmanship, and hunting. He earned many scars and calluses from his experiences.

With two months behind him, Prowl became content with his daily routine. Little did he know, things were about to drastically change.


Title: Jaguar God
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, human/mech, slash, some non-con groping
Summary: (AU) Prowl’s first encounter with the jaguar god.

Daily life in the jungle and the realm of the gods had become boring for Lockdown. Hunt, sleep, spy on mortals, kill mortals, spy on gods, fight with gods, and repeat. The end to that boredom came in the form of a human male with pale skin, long ebony hair adorned with colorful feathers, and a red loincloth with gold trim hugging slim hips. He felt oddly drawn to the beautiful mortal, and he licked his chops, frothing at the mouth in excitement from all the lewd images entering his processor.

Climbing down from his perch in a tree, the black and green jaguar god with an ashen face and dark markings stalked the man. When the mortal kneeled to examine a plant, Lockdown lunged and tackled the young man, mouth closing around the man’s neck. The mortal screamed in terror at the feeling of Lockdown’s sharp teeth, and he grew still beneath the jaguar god, paralyzed with fear. Lockdown could sense the mortal’s fear, and he ran his glossa over the man’s pulse point.

“Prowl!” a voice called.

Lockdown felt the man below him tense, and he placed his paw on the mortal’s chest, nails pressing against delicate skin in a silent warming to keep still and quiet.

“Prowl! Where are you? The others have collected enough herbs for tonight’s dinner. It’s time to head back!”

The voice grew distant, and Lockdown removed his mouth from the young man’s neck. Prowl. The name sounded familiar, but Lockdown brushed the thought aside. It was time to play with his new pet.

“Please…jaguar…don’t kill me,” Prowl whimpered.

Lockdown shuddered from the sound of Prowl’s sensual voice, and he lowered his head to the mortal’s chest, swiping his glossa over the man’s nipples. Prowl cried out as more licks were delivered, nipples hardening and becoming sore from the rough treatment.

“Please…don’t eat me,” Prowl begged. “Please…just let me go.”

Lockdown nearly laughed at Prowl’s naivety. It should have been obvious by now what he truly wanted. Pulling away, Lockdown gently pushed Prowl until he was on his stomach. Lockdown settled on top of Prowl, burying his snout into the young man’s long hair, taking a deep whiff before brushing the strands aside, exposing the back of the mortal’s neck. Lockdown hungrily lapped at the exposed skin and rubbed against Prowl’s rear. The man’s entire body became rigid, and he whipped around, striking Lockdown hard across the snout. Yowling, the jaguar god fell back, rubbing his sore nose.

“Vile creature!” Prowl spat. “Stay away from me!”

Lockdown’s optics widened, and he then broke out in fits of laughter, managing to get out, “You’ve got guts, kid. I like that.”

Prowl’s eyes narrowed, and he snapped, “I thought something was off about you.”

Licking his lips, Lockdown chuckled, “Yeah, I’m not like other jaguars. If I were, you’d be dead by now. Although…I could still kill you…for striking a god.”

Prowl rolled his eyes and snorted, “You’re a pitiful excuse for a god.”

Lockdown laughed again. “What a mouth you have! I think I’m falling in love…” The jaguar god stalked back over to Prowl. “Name’s Lockdown. Let’s have some fun, darlin’. I’ll be gentle. What do you say?”

Prowl’s answer was a fistful of dirt to Lockdown’s optics. The jaguar god thrashed and hissed in agony, and by the time he got all the dirt out, Prowl had vanished.


Title: Haunted
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, human/mech, slash
Summary: (AU) Prowl and Lockdown can’t stop thinking about each other.

For the next two weeks, Prowl refused to venture out into the jungle, but even in the safety of the village he still felt uneasy. He knew Lockdown was out there watching his every move. Even his nights were hard to get through, dreams haunted by the black and green jaguar god. The worst of it was a reoccurring dream of him bathing with the jaguar god appearing and transforming into a pale nude man, wading into the water alongside him, scrubbing his body as they passionately kissed. Prowl always woke screaming, body drenched in sweat, aching and aroused.

Things weren’t any better for Lockdown. He had become obsessed with Prowl, spending almost very waking moment tracking the man’s movements, hoping the mortal would finally leave the village so he could snag the little beauty. His nights were just as bad, plagued by dreams of a naked Prowl writhing beneath him, touching him, kissing him, and begging for him.

On the fourteenth night since their meeting, Prowl and Lockdown left their homes, wandering deep into the jungle, both crossing paths at a lake. Lockdown turned away from Prowl, and he sat near the lake shore, gazing up at the full moon. Not sensing any immediate threat, Prowl sat beside the jaguar god, gazing up as well.

“Pretty gutsy move, kid,” Lockdown stated. “Aren’t you afraid I might eat you?”

“If you wanted to harm me…you would have done so earlier,” Prowl replied.

Lockdown smirked. “Smart human.”

There was a moment of silence before Prowl growled, “Two weeks have passed…and I can’t get you out of my mind. Why do you haunt me?”

Lockdown sighed, “I could ask you the same thing, darlin’. I feel like…I should know you. Have we met before?”

Prowl gulped and shook his head. It was true that he had never met Lockdown in god form, but he had heard stories of the jaguar god. Being an apprentice god, it wasn’t likely that Lockdown had heard about him. He was tempted to tell Lockdown everything, but only his guardian, Yoketron, and a select few Elite Guards knew of his trial, and he had taken an oath to secrecy, mainly to keep other gods from aiding him.

“Okay there, kid?” Lockdown inquired.

“S--Sorry…I was just thinking,” Prowl answered.

“About what?” Lockdown pressed.

“I…well…I don’t want to offend you,” Prowl stammered.

“I doubt you could do that,” Lockdown chuckled. “C’mon. Out with it.”

“Well…I…would…really…like to pet you,” Prowl replied.

Lockdown let out a hearty laugh. “What?!”

“It’s just…your fur looks so soft and…” Prowl started, stopping when Lockdown’s laughter began drowning him out. “Oh…just forget it.”

Lockdown slid in closer. “Go ahead. Gentle around the ears though.”

Hesitantly, Prowl placed his hand on the scruff of Lockdown’s neck, dipping his fingers into the jaguar god’s fur, marveling at the softness. Lockdown shuddered as Prowl’s other hand joined in, massaging the top of his head. Letting out a loud purr, Lockdown sank down to his belly, feeling as he would melt into a puddle as Prowl’s fingers rubbed his ears.

“Ah…that feels wonderful,” Lockdown murmured, rolling onto his side. “How about…rubbing my belly? It’s a little sore.”

A wide, satisfied grin grew on Lockdown’s face when Prowl caressed his abdomen. Placing a paw on Prowl’s hip and tugging the man a little closer, Lockdown nuzzled his face into the mortal’s shoulder, giving long, slow licks to the silky skin, eliciting a soft gasp from the young man.

“How about…hmm…rubbing…a little lower?” Lockdown panted.

Prowl immediately stopped when he saw why Lockdown wanted him to rub lower. The jaguar god had become aroused during the massage.

“You are unbelievable!” Prowl yelled, storming off. “Disgusting animal!”

Lockdown grumbled in frustration.


Title: Defenseless
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; Prowl/OMC’s
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, human/mech, non-con groping, slash
Summary: (AU) An injury leaves Prowl defenseless…

Prowl cried out in pain as he tripped over a tree root and collapsed to the ground, grasping his right ankle. Nothing felt broken, but from the splitting pain he guessed his ankle was sprained, and to make matters worse, he was deep in the jungle and miles from the village. It was going to be a long, painful journey. Grabbing a thick, sturdy branch, Prowl hoisted himself up, and he began hobbling back toward home. A loud rustling in the bushes made Prowl stop, and he gritted his teeth as a familiar presence came closer.

“Following me again?” Prowl growled. “I thought I made it clear several times that I don’t want you around me.”

“You should be grateful I didn’t listen,” Lockdown sighed, hopping out from the bushes. “Get on top of me.” He sighed again when Prowl gave him a dirty look. “That wasn’t dirty talk, brat. Get on my back, and I’ll carry you to your village.”

“I don’t want your help!” Prowl snapped. “Leave me alone!”

“What’s wrong with you, kid?” Lockdown growled. “Now is not the time to be turning down help. There are other dangerous things roaming in this jungle besides animals. Now, get on m--”

“I told you to leave me alone!” Prowl interrupted. “I don’t need or want your help! How many times do I have to repeat myself before it sinks into that head of yours?! Leave me in peace damn it!”

Lockdown bared his fangs, causing Prowl to hobble back. The jaguar god noticed the rising fear in Prowl, and he shook his head, jumping back over the bushes and disappearing from view. Sighing in relief, Prowl continued on, grumbling when he heard another rustling noise.

“What did I just get done tel--” Prowl began, falling silent when he turned around.

Lockdown wasn’t there. Instead, five men holding spears and knives filled his vision. He recognized the bright red tattoos etched on their faces. The men were from a hostile, neighboring city known for raiding villages and taking slaves. Slowly, Prowl backed away as the men gazed at him with curious expressions. He didn’t notice the other two men until it was too late. They were soon on him, grabbing his arms and waist, forcing him down to the ground. He fought back, kicking, biting, and punching, but with his ankle sprained it was a short fight. Numerous hands were then roaming his body, and the men above him laughed and leered at him. He couldn’t understand their language, but he knew whatever they were talking about couldn’t be good for him. Prowl screamed when his nipples were pinched, and he thrashed wildly as several of the men tried to kiss him.

“Bastards! Let me go!” Prowl shouted.

The men continued to laugh and grope him. One of the men snagged his kicking leg, drawing the limb back, exposing more of the young man’s covered groin and rear. He cried out in panic and disgust as hands slid under his loincloth. The weight surrounding him abruptly shifted, and the men were screaming in alarm as a furious roar drowned their voices out. The men scrambled for their weapons, and Lockdown was quickly upon them, slashing with his claws and tearing with his teeth. Prowl remained frozen as the carnage played out before him, flesh and blood staining the trees and ground. Within minutes, all seven men were mangled and limp, and the murderous expression on Lockdown’s face vanished when his optics locked with Prowl’s wide eyes.

“Kid?”

Prowl shook hard and tears welled up in his eyes. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to appear weak, but he couldn’t keep the tears from spilling over. His vision blurred, and he averted his gaze in shame, rising back up and bracing himself against a tree. Heavy sobs overtook Prowl, and he nearly fell back to the ground, but strong arms caught him. When his vision cleared, Prowl gasped as he found himself looking at Lockdown’s god form. The mech still had the pointed ears and tail of his jaguar form, his optics were blazing red, ashen face marked with black tattoos, tiny skulls with feathers laced around his spiked neck and shoulders, and black loincloth wrapped over his spiked hips.

“L--Lockdown?” Prowl whimpered.

“C’mon, darlin’, don’t cry,” Lockdown murmured. “You’re safe now.”

“I--I feel sick,” Prowl muttered, pushing Lockdown away.

The gore in front of him and the prospect of being raped, maybe even killed, if Lockdown hadn’t shown up was too much for him. He leaned over a bush and vomited.

“How pitiful am I?” Prowl sniffled, wiping his mouth.

“Don’t say that,” Lockdown growled, placing a servo on Prowl’s shoulder, gently rubbing. “Let me take you home.”

Prowl sighed, “I’m amazed you still want to help me…after what I said to you.”

Lockdown chuckled, “Well, I do have a listening problem.” He gently picked Prowl up and cradled the young man in his arms. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time.”

“I’m not arguing,” Prowl stated.


Title: Building Trust
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: crack!drabble, human/mech, slash
Summary: (AU) The tension between Prowl and Lockdown slowly goes away.

Prowl tossed and turned on his bedding, wiping away droplets of sweat from his brow. Thunder cracked in the distance and rain pelted the roof of his hut. Unable to sleep, Prowl sat up, jumping in fright when a dark shape crawled through the window, water pooling on the floor.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, kid,” Lockdown grumbled, stepping into the torch light. “Just wanted to check up on you.”

“Really? There’s no ulterior motive?” Prowl snorted.

“I was telling the truth,” Lockdown grumbled, “but…I also wanted to get out of the rain. I seem to be making a mess on your floor. I’ll leave if you want me to.”

Prowl shook his head and reached for an extra blanket before strolling over to Lockdown, wrapping the blanket over the jaguar god and gently drying him off. “Stay. You’re shivering.”

Lockdown smiled and purred, “Thanks.”

Prowl smiled back and murmured, “I…never thanked you…for saving me…I…”

“No thanks need, darlin’,” Lockdown interrupted. “You’re alive and well. That makes me happy.”

“I don’t know about the well part,” Prowl sighed.

“Having nightmares?” Lockdown asked.

“Yes,” Prowl whimpered.

“Sorry,” Lockdown stated.

The two became silent. Prowl continued drying Lockdown’s drenched fur, and the jaguar god nuzzled the young man’s shoulder, lapping away water that had dripped onto him. Prowl trembled violently and dropped the blanket, locking his arms around Lockdown’s neck, burying his face into the jaguar god’s fur. Lockdown was shocked by Prowl’s actions, but he draped his paw over the mortal’s back, holding him close.

“I feel…safe whenever you’re around,” Prowl muttered. “Please…stay with me tonight?”

“Are you trying to seduce me, darlin’?” Lockdown chuckled. He yelped when Prowl yanked on his ear. “Easy there! I was just joking around with you!”

“Must you turn everything into a joke?” Prowl chided.

Lockdown responded, “I’ll stay with you…and I promise I won’t take advantage of you. I’ll keep watch by the window.”

Prowl stood up and headed back for his bedding, laying out on the soft blankets. “No…come over here. I trust you.”

Lockdown strode over and flopped down beside Prowl, quickly drifting off. Prowl snuggled into Lockdown’s warm, soft fur and joined the jaguar god in a peaceful slumber.


Title: Playful
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Title: Becoming One
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Title: Not Happening
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, HINTED bestiality, human/mech, slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown is perverted…

Climbing his way up a tree, Prowl found a sturdy branch and laid out on it, grinning as Lockdown loomed over him.

“Not bad,” Lockdown stated, licking Prowl’s shoulder. “You’re getting better at climbing.”

Prowl shuddered as he felt Lockdown’s snout nuzzle into his neck. “Someone is in a playful mood.” Another shudder coursed through him at the feeling of the jaguar god’s fangs skimming over his skin. “Transform…I want you…”

Lockdown chuckled, “But we can have just as much fun if I stay the same…”

A blush formed on Prowl’s cheeks, and he growled out, “You’re in animal form. Change. Now.”

“What’s wrong with my animal form?” Lockdown pressed.  “We can ‘face this way…”

“That’s disgusting!” Prowl snapped.

“Oh, come on,” Lockdown snorted. “You’ve never thought about me taking you in this form?”

“No! I haven’t!” Prowl spat. “That’s perverted!”

“Well, I have,” Lockdown leered, paw groping Prowl’s rear, nails toying with the fabric covering the young man. “Lots of times actually.”

Prowl shook his head, swatting Lockdown’s paw. “Oh…you’re sick.”

“Give it a try,” Lockdown persisted. “I bet you’d like all the hot, dirty things I could do to you in this form.” The jaguar god let out a startled yelp as Prowl kicked his leg, causing him to loose balance and topple out of the tree branch, landing hard on the ground. “I guess that’s a no then.”

“You guessed right,” Prowl snarled.


Title: At His Mercy
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Title: End to Rite of Passage
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, slash
Summary: (AU) Prowl’s time as a mortal comes to an end.

Prowl was dreading the upcoming night. A year had passed, and his training was at an end. He was dreading Lockdown’s reaction. Would the jaguar god be furious or accepting? Either way, he was going to find out tonight. He couldn’t bring himself to say any farewells to the villagers he come to know as friends and family. It was too difficult. He merely ventured out into jungle with Lockdown, confused, following at his side. Eventually, they stopped at the lake where they had their first conversation.

“You seem troubled, kid,” Lockdown mumbled. “What’s going on?”

“I…just…hope…you still love me after…tonight…” Prowl muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lockdown growled. “You’re my mate. Of course I’ll always love you. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I really hope so,” Prowl whimpered, trembling as the sun began to set in the distance. Before Lockdown could say anything, Prowl turned to face him. “There was so much I wanted to tell you…but couldn’t…Please…forgive me…I want to stay your mate…for all eternity. Please…don’t be angry for what is about to happen.”

“K--Kid…you’re starting to scare me,” Lockdown stammered, growing panicked. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re about to find out,” Prowl replied.

The sky darkened and the stars twinkled as the moon rose overhead. A blue light surrounded Prowl, and his body slowly began to morph, long ebony hair shrinking to nothing, azure visor forming over his eyes, black and gold fairings sprouting out his back, skin slowly turning metallic with shades of cream, black, and gold, loincloth turning to a long red skirt with gold trimming with the sides splitting open to bare his long legs, and feet turning to heeled pedes with golden wheels jutting out.  The five green slash marks that marred his flesh appeared on his chassis, glowing brightly as Prowl’s fingers brushed over it.

With the transformation complete, Prowl took a step toward Lockdown, voice wavering as he spoke. “L--Lockdown? I…wanted to tell you who I really was…but this was a trial…and…”

The jaguar god transformed and tackled Prowl to the ground, both rolling into the water as frenzied kisses and nips were delivered to the younger god’s lips and neck. “Knew there was something different about you, darlin’.”

“You’re not angry then?” Prowl asked.

“Course not,” Lockdown answered. “I went through the same nonsense when I was younger. What’s your claim?”

“The moon,” Prowl replied. “I’m surprised you’re not more…shocked.”

“As I said, I always knew there something different about you,” Lockdown laughed, lowering a servo to rub Prowl’s hip. “Hmm…you’re just as gorgeous in god form.” He started tugging on the younger god’s clothing. “I want to see you.”

“Lockdown…we can’t…not now,” Prowl growled, shoving at the jaguar god’s roaming servos. “My guardian…and his personal guard will be coming for me…”

“They can wait,” Lockdown snarled. “I need my mate…need to bond. Show me your spark.”

In the distance, two dark figures watched as Lockdown’s and Prowl’s chest plates opened, bright sparks emerging and twining together. Yoketron, god of the sun, turned away as Prowl cried out, and Jazz, top Elite Guard to the gods, tightly clutched his spear.

“Let’s leave,” Yoketron stated. “We’ll meet up with Prowl at another time.”

“So we’re just going to walk away and leave him with that scrapheap?” Jazz grumbled.

Yoketron sighed, “Prowl has chosen his mate, and he appears to be quite happy with his decision. It’s not our place to interfere.”

Turning around, Jazz gave Yoketron a curt nod, and he followed after the sun god. A short time later, Bumblebee, an apprentice to Yoketron, came rushing toward them.

“Where’s Prowl?” Bumblebee inquired. “I thought he passed his trail. I really wanted to see him.”

Yoketron smiled and gave the smaller god a pat on the shoulder. “There’s no need to worry. You’re friend did indeed pass the trail, but it’s best not to disturb him at the moment. He’s…rather busy right now. Tomorrow…we’ll come calling for him.”

Back at the lake shore, Prowl was nestled on top of Lockdown, bodies glistening with condensation and emitting steam. His life as a mortal may have come to an end, but his life alongside his bondmate Lockdown, and becoming god of the moon, had just begun.

End