>.o JAWS!!!
Or,
I’m
not going is there!!
Or,
O.O
HELP! I’ve been eaten by
a...MANTA?!?!?!??
Queen’s notes: TF + me = no$$ I belong to myself. I got this idea when some friends and I were RPG/chatting and it wouldn’t let me sleep or leave me alone tell I wrote it out. I didn’t plan this fic it just popped out in a day and half. Now read, IF YOU DARE!!! Bwhahahhaha!!!
P.S. this is *my* DC from an up coming saga I am planning.
At
times arguments don’t go so well for those who are involved in it.
But when you have a human fan fiction author and a transmetal Maximal
manta ray arguing over what aquatic animal was the best swimmer, you tend to get
more then imaginary flames flying.
Omicron,
having all but grown up in a dive store and works at an aquarium, had insisted
that the blue shark was not only the best swimmer but also the perfect
predator in the sea.
Depth
Charge, of course, KNEW that he was
not only the fastest but the best hunter (which was true to some point) and that
he’d eat her to both prove it and if she didn’t stop being so slagging
ANNOYING about it!
That
had gone against almost everything Omicron knew though, she happened to know for
a fact (and she said this) that manta ray’s could only eat plankton and very
small fish. ‘Sides, she was too big, even if she was somewhat short by human
standards, standing at 5’5½” if not 5’6”.
Yet
in this battle of wills to see who was more stubborn, Depth Charge won.
Just not in the way most if not all would have thought.
The
author had been standing on a rock that was almost sea level where the beast
mode Maximal floated, looking up at her coolly.
She
wasn’t sure HOW he did it, but one
moment Omicron was getting ready for the up coming round two when it happened.
Something wrapped around her upper legs and middle (It was Depth
Charge’s tail but she didn’t know that at the time) before she was yanked
into the warm waters. Good thing she was already in her swimming suit, which was
very...’colorful’.
“ACK!”
After
splash down she bobbed back up choking a little and immediately started to tread
water as Depth Charge’s tail loosened and pulled away.
“YOU!
You--!” she stopped as she swallowed the salty sea water, “You
tin-plated...TUNA!!” Omicron
turned to glare at the transmetal manta, but he wasn’t there.
With
a squeak that sounded like “Eek!” she twisted and turned trying to find the
Maximal. No transmetal manta
though, just (some what) flat sea water doing what ever sea water does.
“Depth
Cha--AHCK--!!!” Omicron started to call but yelled as a cretin metal fish
closed his jaws (more or less gently) on her right foot and pulled her under.
Omicron,
had she been in her bot mode, would have growled. But as it was she was human
and could only make a face and get back up to the surface to yell at Depth
Charge.
Something
brushed against the back of her left calf.
Instantly she jerked her leg up, the other bending automatically.
Now, Omicron could have saved herself so much trouble, and embarrassment,
had she not done that. But how was
she to know that she’d unknowingly given the rouge Maximal a devilish idea?
As
it was, he had an idea that not only proved his point, but also proves the
author wrong, on a few different things.
The
massive jaws of the only transmetal and carnivores manta in the world closed
around and trapped the, relatively, tiny human.
So
that brings us to now, about 15 to 20 minutes latter.
Omicron
was flat on her back glaring up into blackness, wondering how in the name of
Primus she gets into things like (or something like) this.
She was also giving herself a headache trying to figure out how there was
air around her to breath, despite the fact that she was INSIDE
of her favorite’s mouth.
And
that dear readers shall remain a
secret, for that is the magic of fan fiction, you see.
“I
really don’t like you that much
right now. But you know that,
don’t you?” Omicron growled, hoping above and beyond the stars that NO ONE found out about this...
She was also praying that the ray really couldn’t swallow anything
bigger then small fish. Just as she
thought this thought though, she remembered that this manta ate sharks. Big
sharks. Sharks that were MUCH
bigger then her.
Omicron
groaned as she realized this (he COULD eat her!) and fought the sudden urge to
bang her head on something nice and hard.
Depth
Charge (picking up her thought through the mental bond the unlikely two had made
some odd years back) merely chuckled and swam deeper into the depths of the sea.
Omicron
felt it, more then herd it, through her back.
Then a random (or was it?) thought hit her, and she blinked into that
darkness that was the inside of Depth Charge’s maw.
“Do
you have ANY idea how bloated you sense of superiority is right now?
Not to mention your ego??” She tilted her head to one side.
“Hmmmm...”
Was the only vocal response, though the queen could pick up some smugness.
This time she did bang her head back.
>Knock
that off, or I will eat you.< Depth Charge spoke through the bond.
“Naagh!”
Omicron made a face, “What do you want, ‘sides ‘eating’ me up?
Oh lords...a PUN!”
“Mmmmm.”
>Admit I’m right.<
Swearing
that she could hear the ray grin, Omicron blinked “....THAT’S what this is all ‘bout?!?!?!”
“MmmHmm.”
“Oh
for the love of Primus--!!” The author growled, then wiggled to get in a more
‘comfy’ position and fumed to herself, stubborn to be more stubborn than the
ray. ‘Sides, he wouldn’t really
eat her.
......right?
>Maaayyybeee...<
Depth Charge stole one of her favorite lines.
“Narph!” Omicron made a face again and crossed her arms (as best as she could considering) under her chest. She could of course just transform into her own bot mode, but not with out hurting her favorite, not to mention herself.
So that left Omicron, the queen of all ice and ice cream, stuck in the maw of a gigantic, carnivorous manta as a little human girl.
Oh, what fun!!
.........*blinks*
NOT!!!
>I heard that.<
“Stay out of my mental ramblings!” Omicron smacked the roof of Depth Charge’s maw. Rather, she tried to, her palm slid to the side. So it was more of rub than a whack.
With a growl she tried again, and again. Ten minutes later she gave up, and at the same time realized that Depth Charge was giving a ___ filled:
“Mmmmmmmmm......”
‘Oh, how nice. I wanted to be a bug, but I end up being his personal rubber...’ Omicron thought sighing as she slumped back into a pout.
>That you are.<
“......weeee......”
>Don’t stop.<
“...?!”
Depth Charge moved his lower jaw, pushing Omicron up slightly, >Don’t stop.<
Once again blinking in the darkness that was the ray’s maw Omicron sighed. But never the less reached up and rubbed her palm on Depth Charge roof.
“Mmmmmmmmm......”
“You almost sound like a cat.” She said.
>...I do?<
“Well...from where I am, you do.” She grinning a little, “It’s kind-of cute, in some odd way.”
>...<
“It’s not that bad, you do have a choice.”
>Oh?<
“Yeah, pick: cute, adorable or lovable.”
>...Faced with those I’ll go with ‘cute’...<
“Heh.”
>Well?<
“Well, what?”
>You going to admit I’m right?<
“GRRRR!” Omicron’s stubborn streak came back with a vengeance.
Some odd hours (or so it seemed) later she grudgingly admitted he was right. Depth Charge, very smugly, made his way back to the beach where this mess started, but he took his time.
Omicron sulked and wondered how she could fit in the ray with his ego right now.
She found out, when the Maximal released her later, that land was far to swim to on her own.
Thus, Omicron (completely forgetting she had a Predacon form) was now sulking on Depth Charge’s back, as he took his sweet time. He was, of course, just rubbing it in. After all, not many got the best of the queen quite like that.
Mentioning rubbing...
“NO!” Omicron sat up as she picked up the thought, “I am NOT going in there!!!”
“Oh? I’ll get you back faster.”
“NO!!!”
“You’re acting like you have a choice.” Faster than any would have given him credit her sank, twisted and once again closed his massive jaws around the author...
“...Not AGAIN!!” Omicron cried.
Depth Charge merely chuckled again, said five words into the bond:
>Just shut up and rub.<
END!!!
Queen’s note: I STILL can’t believe I wrote this...