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grrside · 1 year

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A Spell Gone Awry (Male to Donkey TF & Male to Donkey Cock Transformation)

A cocky wizard tries to show off his magic powers by turning a guy into a majestic horse. However it doesn't go quite as planned...

A Spell Gone Awry

-a grrside story-

The very moment Harry walked into my living room his mouth fell agape in wonder. He was mesmerized by all the magic artifacts and small trinkets I had put up on my walls. While he wasn’t looking my own mouth salivated as I delighted myself in the sight of the young man’s figure.

He was pudgy, just as I liked my men. His clothing hugged his chubby frame tightly as he moved around the room examining every mystic ornament thoroughly. His blond hair was short yet messy and his cute face was very charming.

I had met this fatty boy recently. He seemed very interested in magic and his eyes had shone bright when I had told him I was a sorcerer. He had practically begged me to let him come for a visit and how could I say no to such a cutie?

My obese visitor was enthusiastic about all the mystical paraphernalia he had never seen before. “Is that a genuine magic wand?” He asked, pointing to what was exhibited on top of a cabinet.

“Actually a baton. And these things are not such a big deal. They’re only as powerful as the wizard who uses them.”

“Wooo!” Harry looked at me like I was the most fascinating man he had ever met. This must've been his first time seeing an actual sorcerer.

“And what’s inside this thing...?” He said when he opened the doors to the cabinet and a set of mysterious jars full of liquid that glowed in the dark were revealed to him.

“Ahh, don’t touch those, they’re...”

“Magic potions?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“No, just some samples of animal semen I’ve collected. If you open them, the spell keeping them frozen will dissipate.”

“Ewww!” Grossed out, he closed the doors of the cabinet as fast as he could. “Why would anyone collect something like that?!”

“All kinds of animal semen are used as ingredients to make magic potions. Ask any potion maker, they’ll agree.”

“Right...” Harry didn’t seem to fully believe me but he let it slide.

“So...” He blushed as he said this, as if he were about touch on an extremely taboo subject. “What kind of... spells... do you use?”

“Oh, all kinds, but my favorite branch of magic is definitely transmutation.”

Harry gasped audibly. “That’s amazing! Ohh, I’ve always dreamt of seeing that! Do you think you can show me a transformation? Into an animal, maybe? Just a quick one! Please!” His eagerness was overwhelming yet very contagious. He seemed to have waited for a chance at this for a very long time.

“Sure. I’m always up for a transformation or two.” I smiled. “Oh, by the way, mind if I use you as the target?” When I added this last question the excitement on the boy’s face got so extreme I thought he was gonna collapse due to happiness overload.

We decided to get to it that same day. I drove him all the way through a vast field until a farm came into view. At this point in time the sun was already setting.

“Umm... Are you sure nobody’s going to see us?” Harry asked me as I parked the car.

I nodded my head. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anybody’s going to visit such a remote farm this late. Besides, an acquaintance of mine operates this farm and he doesn’t mind when I come by to perform magical experiments.”

“Oh!” Harry smiled. “So is that friend of yours a wizard, too?”

“On paper, yes he is. But, nah... Scott’s nowhere near my level... He wouldn’t know how to transform a measly frog into a fly even if his life depended on it.”

Harry giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You just make him sound like he’s your rival.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. Scott, my rival? That would imply he’s half competent at magic which would be a big joke.

We got both of our fat asses out of the car, the vehicle making a hissing noise as if feeling relieved from all that heavy weight.

“The pigsty is the other way, boy.” I told him with a smirk.

“Uh? Why the pigsty?”

“It’ll be your new home once I turn you into a big fat pig. Well, you’re already well-served in the “big” and “fat” department...”

Harry blushed bright red. “That’d be too mean! I don’t wanna be a pig!” He shouted. “...Not on my first transformation, at least...” He added under his breath.

Oh, so he was one of those guys who wanted to make their first time special. I wouldn't judge him for that, but if he thought I was going to transmute that delicious body of his only once he was very, very wrong, hehe.

“So what’s it gonna be then?”

“I’ve... always wished I could turn into a horse! A stallion! With a big... you-know-what.”

So his fantasy was to be a horse with a big wiener. A bit typical, but it’d do. We headed to the entrance to the stables.

“I want to trot all over the field! Free as the wind!” He said dreamily.

“Good luck running around so carefree with a gigantic erection between your horse legs.”

“Eek!” Harry shrieked with embarrassment. “... Damn, now I’m already hard...” Harry’s cheeks went red. “Talking about long sticks, are you gonna use your baton?”

“I can do this bare-handed, actually. The baton is basically just an amplifier.”

“Aww, but I want my first time to be with a wizard pointing his intimidating magic baton at me!”

Geesh, he was a capricious one. I excused myself for a moment to go retrieve the emergency baton I always carried in the car trunk. When I came back to Harry it was already nighttime.

I flashed my baton at him.

“It’s so big!” He said, his mouth agape. He’d better react the same way when it comes to flashing him my penis.

“Anyway, you can get started stripping down while I turn on this old thing.” I wiggled my rarely-used baton until life came back into it. A big splurt of turquoise came out from its tip, which signaled it was ready for action.

However, Harry was just standing there very still.

“Do I really have to strip?” Harry asked timidly.

“If you value the clothes on you, yes. You can’t turn into a big fucking stallion clothed. You’ll rip your clothes apart.”

“Crap, I kinda hoped clothes would disappear with a poof like in cartoons until they are needed again but now that I say it out loud yeah, that would be very unrealistic.”

Harry began to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it revealing a big belly and moobs. His hairy torso looked so yummy... Oh? What was that? He had been wearing a very weird looking necklace under his shirt all this time.

“Do I have to remove my necklace, too? It’s a family heirloom and I would die if I were to lose it.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s gonna snap off, at least.” I came closer to him and touched his necklace “It isn’t a magical amulet, right?”

“Of course not. My family is extremely anti-magic. Why do you ask?”

Oh, so his family was like that. That explained why he was so little versed in magic and found it so amazing.

“If it were a charm it could interfere with the spell or the caster, but yeah, it would be really ironic for an anti-magic family to hand you down a magic amulet.” I laughed at that idea.

“Yeah... and... Why are you caressing my nipples that way?” Harry asked when he felt my fingers on those pointy things.

“Checking your magical spectrum. It’s easier to check in erogenous zones like these.” I squeezed them even harder.

“Oh, interesting.”

“Kidding. I’m just feeling you up.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

His shoes and trousers came down next. He hesitated a bit but he removed his underwear in a quick swift movement and cupped his genitals with both hands.

“No point in hiding those, they’ll become big horse balls when I’m finished with you.” I couldn’t help circling around him and examining his plump hips as I talked.

I picked up his clothes, made a ball out of them and threw them into a garbage bin. Harry complained but I assured him the garbage bin was empty and that we’d collect them later.

Harry felt a little bit self-conscious and silly standing there nude in the middle of the night but the moment I pointed my hard baton at him he had a difficult time hiding his erection.

Dang, he was bigger than me in that department and I hadn’t even started casting any cock- enlarging magic yet. This guy really was a handsome bunch of flesh. I couldn’t wait to shift and contort his shape to my liking.

“Here it goes, too late to back down now!” I cried out and my baton shot a big beam of turquoise magic at the young naked man.

Harry felt ecstasy when he felt a tail sprouting out from his big buttocks. He took the new body part in his hand, incredulous. “Oh my god, I have a tail! A tail!”

I felt ecstasy too as he finally stopped cupping his genitals in shame and I could see every inch of his body exposed and ready for me to manipulate as I pleased. The next change was his head, his ears becoming pointy and his face becoming more equine.

“Oh fuck this feels amazing! I’m really changing! I’m gonna be a horse! This is a dream come true...!”

Harry was having the time of his life. And then...

*CRACK!*

Harry’s necklace cracked open and fell into pieces. Which was certainly strange. I wasn’t directing my magic at it. Harry was so entranced with his transformation that he didn’t notice it. Or maybe he just didn’t care about pesky human possessions anymore.

“Yes! I want to be more horse!”

Harry’s torso became longer and his arms and legs started changing into equine legs. But something was going wrong, it was like my magic wasn’t obeying me anymore. Something was fishy and I didn’t like it.

“Harry! I’m losing control! We should stop!”

“No, I want to go full horse! I want a stallion cock to fuck mares! I want to... Neigh... Neighhh....!” His throat was changing, reforming into one of a beastly animal.

“Neiiiighh...Hee...Hee... Haww!! Hee Haww!!!”

What the fuck? That sounded more like the bray of a jackass than a horse. I tried to stop my magic but it was futile, it wouldn’t stop flowing. And worst of all, I was feeling a pull... The spell itself was pulling me, its own caster, into Harry!

“HeeHaww? HeeHAAAAAAAWWWW!” Harry was braying like the donkey he was becoming.

“Harry, bad news! I cried out. “I think your necklace is a protective charm! It’s taking control of my spell and twisting it in a horrible way! You’re not turning into a horse, you’re turning into a lower animal, a donkey!”

“HEEHAAWWW?!!!!”

“Yes, your charm weakened my intended spell and it’s also trying to punish me for casting it, I’m still not sure how, but I imagine it’s not going to be pretty!”

“But there’s a way to stop this!” I screamed as I was pushed into Harry. “You just have to supress your animalistic side, which means...!” The spell forced me into Harry’s torso, making us look like we were hugging each other. “...Which means that you need to lose your erection!”

“HEE...HAWW?!”

“Yes, just think the following sentences inside your head, Harry! Repeat after me... I don’t want to be an animal, I want to be a decent human being, I want to be clothed... Most importantly, I don’t want to be a dumb beast of burden with a disgusting cock exposed for everyone to see forever and ever!”

“HEEEE....HAWWW!!!”

...It seemed that my words were just getting Harry hornier for some reason. I could tell because his rock hard cock was piercing my belly. Well, it wasn’t my fault he was a pervert. If he liked it so much then good for him, but I didn’t want to be dragged into any weird mess. I turned around and tried to escape but I stopped in my tracks when I felt a sudden blow of fresh air and saw confetti dancing all around me.

Oh wait, it wasn’t confetti. My magic had shredded all of my clothes in an instant. Unlike in Harry’s cheerful imagination full of clothes that conveniently disappear and reappear before and after a transformation, my clothes were gone forever. I’d better watch out for the pieces of confetti that used to be my seldom-washed underwear.

I was frozen with fear because when my magic gets rid of someone’s clothes it meant it wanted to transform its target. I tried to take a step forward but my magic pulled me towards Harry again, this time squishing my naked fat butt against his groin.

“HEEE HAAAWWWW!!!” Harry brayed with pleasure, but I screamed with pain as I didn’t like anything going up my ass, much less an equine-sized dick. I tried to get free but his dick was keeping me stuck in place.

Harry felt pleasure like never before. He was gaining new sensations down below. He liked when I struggled but not just because of his dick in my ass. He felt a strangely intimate connection to me, even the slightest movement of the tip of my fingers gave him waves of pleasure. He was close to an orgasm.

I coughed, and when I did, extremely salty liquid came out from my mouth. Oh shit, I had a suspicion of where this was going.

“Harry! I know it’s hard to believe but I’m being transformed into your dick! Not only are you about to become a filthy animal, I’m going to be the most intimate and sensitive part of you! That’s right. I’m going to become part of your body. And that’s very bad, isn’t it? We’re gonna be merged into one body, and I’ll only be able to throb, piss and fuck! Because I’ll only be a cock! Doesn’t that sound horrible?”

“HAAAAAWWWW...!”

Great, I was just making him harder again. If he were to orgasm the transformation would be sealed and trying to convince him wasn’t working. Maybe I should be trying another approach... If I just had a meager tiny bit of magic left in me...

The transformation continued. My arms and legs were receding into my body while Harry’s limbs were full equine by now. The former boy was unable to keep standing up and he fell to all fours.

The spell was completely out of my control, but if I could canalize just the tiniest bit of the magic that remained in me... I was completely sure I had some left, I was too powerful of a wizard to have all my magic power drained by a stupid necklace... Surely I had enough to retain my humanity!

I looked down. I no longer had legs or arms. My butt was fused to Harry’s crotch. My skin color was changing, getting darker from my nether regions and up to my neck. What really made me gasp was seeing my cock and balls disappear, their sensitivity becoming one with my torso. I wiggled what remained of my armless body like a dancing snake and it felt kinda good... Oh shit, I was running out of time!

“Hawwww...” The donkey I was stuck into was uncontrollably braying. I couldn’t tell if it was in a show of pleasure, fear or maybe a mix of both. By now Harry looked like any other regular donkey. The only evidence he had ever been a greater being was the necklace with the broken charm hanging around his neck and the fact that the tip of his dick was my still intact human head.

I couldn’t give up just yet! I may have looked like a donkey dick from the neck down but as long as I could cast a final spell I’d be able to turn back to normal! I could feel my neck stiffen up, my chin starting to turn an ugly dark donkey dick’s color. I quickly chanted a reversal spell which wasn’t easy with my lips constantly dripping donkey precum.

I felt them, the last remaining bits of the magic I had stored deep within me abandoning my whole self as I casted my spell. I wouldn’t be able to cast anything else for a few days but if that meant I wouldn’t be a mindless, blind, completely inert donkey’s body part then so be it.

And so, thanks to my quick thinking and my impressive magical powers, I was saved.

“Phew, thank the heavens I’m such a powerful wizard. I’m largely unchanged.” I said with pride.

“Haaww?” Harry looked down at me.

“What is it?” I asked the donkey as I twisted my shaft upwards and giggled. “Hehe, I know what you’re thinking. You’re jealous that I can still talk and you don’t. Well, that’s what being a lowly animal means.” I raised one of my low-hanging testicles and pointed at him accusingly. “I’ve been *this* close to being turned into your dick. An ugly and smelly donkey dick. Could you imagine how humiliating that would’ve been for me?” I spat some semen on the ground. “And all because of your stupid necklace interfering with my sublime spell. Well, you got what you wanted. Go ahead and run free.”

“Haw....” Harry seemed like he wanted to tell me something. But he was a donkey now, being able to communicate like a human being was a thing of the past for him. Hehehe, he had such a ridiculous face now. If only there was a mirror around for him to be able to see how disgustingly ugly he looked...!

“Anyway, I’m magically spent. I won’t be able to perform any magic for three days at the bare minimum. Hopefully you have no plans for tomorrow, because you’re stuck like this until then!” I laughed, making Harry feel pleasure in his loins with my guffaw. “Mmmm... Why do I feel so stiff...” I wondered out loud.

Harry rolled his eyes. He tentatively tried out his donkey legs. He took a few steps forward, and I was forcefully dragged along.

“Hey, what the...”

Harry saw a full watering hole in a corner of the farm. He headed towards it while I could do nothing but complain about being unceremoniously dragged along for the ride. The donkey looked at his reflection on the water. The moonlight was surprisingly bright that night and the little lamps placed around the farm gave him a clear vision of how animalistic he looked. Then, although it made him feel a bit silly, he placed his crotch beside the watering hole.

“Nah, I’m not drinking from that.” I turned and finally saw my reflection. “Wait... That’s...”

I looked like a completely regular donkey dick. Yes, my magic powers, the ones I felt so proud of, had been powerful enough to let me retain control of Harry’s peehole as if it were my own mouth. My eyes had shrunk, and my powers had also been sympathetic enough to let me have minuscule holes on my lame excuse of a “face” that functioned as my nostrils and ears. But apart from that...

“I’m... a donkey’s cock.” My pisslit was wide open in shock. I tried moving around. I could barely move the upper half of my body like a snake and faintly wiggle my testicles inside Harry’s ballsack as if they were useless feet. That was as far as my autonomy went. To make things worse my movements were apparently turning Harry on, and when the rush of blood came and my body stiffened it was even more difficult for me to move.

“Okay... Err... Everything’s under control...” I then remembered that I was out of magic juice for at least three days at the bare minimum. “Oh FUCK, I’m screwed!”

I was utterly, royally screwed. My whole hunky self had been reduced to a stinky set of donkey genitals. How many times a day does a donkey go to the bathroom...? Better not to think about that.

“Ah... Look, Harry, looks we’re in some predicament here. I know you may be internally panicking, I know you may be drearing the next few days, I know you may want to scream but, but let’s calm down, okay?”

Actually, Harry seemed very serene. He couldn’t wait to experience everything a donkey body had to offer.

“Very well, as we’re about to share a body for a few days, we should make some rules... Rule number one, you should not stick your dick in weird places... Ahh!”

“HAWW!!!” Harry couldn’t help himself and began to trot. The cold air of the night brushed against his naked body and it felt very liberating. Sure, he had dreamed of doing this as a horse, but even as a ugly donkey he had never felt this free. He brayed happily.

The boy was living his dream. All the while I was stuck as a smelly hose dangling from below with no choice in the matter. My sensitive body was flopping around like crazy! I had to admit that my spell had gone completely awry... Or had it gone “HAWry”? I laughed at my own lame pun and that turned out to be a mistake because I choked, coughing up some short streams of Harry’s piss in the process.

Suddenly Harry halted in his tracks, making me feel like a dizzy passenger riding on a car which had just braked violently. There was someone looking at us... Well... That person was actually only looking at a donkey, I just happened to be the most obscene part of that particular donkey.

The shadowy person began to creep closer through the dark... It was... Oh no... I’d recognize this fit guy with perfect teeth anywhere... It was Scott, my sworn archenemy!

“Fuck, Harry! That’s Scott, the wizard I mentioned before!” I whispered. “I’ll die of shame if he finds out about my predicament! Quick, pretend to be a regular donkey!”

Harry just stood still looking like a... Well... a regular donkey.

“Perfect!” I lifted my right testicle as a makeshift thumbs-up. “As for me, I’ll channel my studies of the dramatic arts to masquerade as a regular penis! In 3... 2... 1...”

I flopped down and hung limp. I had to admit that my performance was truly sublime. Those acting classes were worth the money! Whoever was to look at us would only see a donkey and its perfectly normal flaccid equine cock dangling below. We were completely incognito!

Scott approached Harry and petted the top of his head. “Oh, are you lost?” He examined the donkey’s neck and being unable to find any evidence this stray donkey belonged to anyone else he whipped out his baton (much larger and shinier than mine! Damn you, Scott!) and conjured up a rope to use as a leash on Harry.

Harry got a bit scared and refused to move. Scott talked to him in a very soft, calming voice. “Shh, don’t worry. I treat my livestock with a lot of care... Oh, I know just the way to calm you down...” He waved his wand, formulating another one of his spells.

The next thing I knew I was inside a transparent cage! I could no longer move! I was still Harry’s donkey cock so technically this had to be a cockcage, I guess? But I didn’t understand, what was the point of incarcerating a donkey’s cock inside this weird thing?

Scott kept donkey-whispering the scared Harry. “You’re going to like this, I’m sure of it. All my livestock do.” The handsome wizard flipped his wand.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!” Harry brayed with pleasure. He felt amazing, as if invisible hands were giving him an expertly crafted handjob. I was getting hard inside the weird transparent cage. If this were a chastity cage it was doing a very bad job... Oh, wait, this contraption wasn’t a cage... it was an automatic milking device!

Harry’s mouth was open and his tongue was hanging out. His temperature was rising. The magical handjob he was receiving went up in intensity. The fingers turned into tongues that licked me all around. It felt amazing to both of us... But I was too angered by Scott of all people being the one milking me to be able to enjoy the experience!

Scott made a giant jar appear in mid-air. I spewed up some salty precum through my mouth and every single drop was absorbed by the milking device. The wizard used his telekinesis to draw a steady flow of liquid from a hole in the device. This steady stream traveled in slow motion from Harry’s nether regions until it landed into the jar. I could hear Harry’s cum, *my* cum, splashing on the jar as if it was the orange juice of Scott’s breakfast. That bastard!

The wizard lifted his fist and Harry’s anus was penetrated by a disembodied giant horse cock that had materialized out of nowhere. The ghostly cock followed Scott’s hand movements, and he was a real master at making penises dance to his tune.This made Harry get much harder and in turn my flow of cum increased greatly. “Now that’s a real equine cock and not your ugly donkey dick.” Scott pointed out. I felt very insulted.

“Believe me, I’m not doing this for pleasure.” Scott denied. “But you see, all kinds of animal semen are used as ingredients to make magic potions. Ask any potion maker, they’ll agree.” He explained while we were being fucked by his magic.

That... fucking... bastard... giving me pleasure like that...! I wasn’t his bitch! I was much more than a cum-spewing body part ripe for milking... I was a person... Even greater than that... I was a fucking wizard!

“Hawwwww!!! Hawwwww!!!” Harry was in heaven. I always knew he was a total bottom...

Everything Harry felt I felt ten times over. My whole body tingled with ultimate pleasure but I'd never admit that it was because of Scott's sensual magic... Scott's big horse cock felt amazing though... Agh! That was it! I couldn't pretend to be an inanimate cock anymore. I was ready to give up my act. “Hey, Scott! Stop this, you bastard! We are humans! Your magic is practically raping us!” I screamed. However, the milking device completely muffled my screams of agony. Not like I’d ever be heard either way thanks to Harry’s nonstop braying. “Let us go, Scott! Please!”

I was cumming so much that I doubted my magic would be able to recharge as fast as I expected. I was spent and quite sore but Harry was producing so much semen that I felt like I would be cumming over and over again at this rate.

“You like this, don’t you... I have lots of use for donkey sperm... It doesn’t fetch as much as stallion sperm but you seem very virile. You filled out the whole jar in one go, after all! What do you say... Do you want to join my farm?”

As Scott's impressive magic powers anally assaulted Harry and a big spurt of donkey cum came out of me, Harry nodded with eagerness. He was ready to leave his old life behind and be part of Scott’s livestock, being magically pleasured in all sorts of ways while he paid Scott back in cum. As for me, the still rock hard donkey dick that had actual life prospects and high standards unlike Harry, I would have preferred to shake my shaft to say "no" in disagreement but regrettably I wasn’t getting out of my sperm-collecting cage or from Scott's sexually estimulating magic powers for a while.

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snipersfucker · 10 months

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request from @infintyfandoms: Thought! Mirage is always so reckless, well what if one time he went too far and hurt his friend or s/o (either)?? I feel like he’d blame himself so bad - even if he was blind sighted by a distracted driver. Never drive crazy again or not drive around again or what??

angsty mirage x fem!reader times. thought of making it a headcanon thingy but nah. this one might need a warning that there are descriptions of serious injuries. and im also writing this on 0 hours of sleep thank you very much

A silver Porsche parked in front of the vinyl store you just walked out of was catching the attention of every passerby. Both men and women's eyes were stopping on the vehicle for a bit longer than they would on any regular car, their heads turning slightly to allow them to do that.

Mirage loved that. He loved transforming in different models everyday, the next one even more prestigious than the one before. Just to get that attention every single time.

You noticed a couple of teenage girls staring at your boyfriend, and even though you were fully aware they were doing so only because he was a good-looking car, you still rolled your eyes at it.

Your feet led you to the Porsche and you hopped in. Before getting the chance to point out the shameless staring of the group of teens, Mirage spoke up, "Whatcha got there?"

Your gaze had shifted to the vinyl case before you placed it down on the passenger's seat without much thought.

"Music," you responded casually in a light tone, putting your hands on the steering wheel, even though you knew Mirage would be doing the driving. "You got fans," you murmured under your breath but Mirage could obviously hear it. Your eyes landed on the girls again, and although you weren't particularly jealous, you still didn't appreciate it too much.

"Hell yeah, I do, baby," he said proudly, the grin in his voice palpable, even though you couldn't see it at the moment. And then, he added, a little bit more quietly as if he was saying this to the man who literally stopped in front of the car to admire him, "You wish you looked like that, huh?"

You let out an amused snort, and patted the gear stick with your palm to give him a sign to drive out of the parking lot. "C'mon."

"Let me honk at him," he'd asked for your permission seconds before doing it anyway without you allowing him to, causing the man to jump in his spot and then walk away. You just smacked the passenger's seat in disapproval, not even going on a rant about his behaviour because it was a daily occurrence for Mirage to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, offended by your sudden reaction, as if he wasn't used to it, "I'm all for violence unless it's directed towards me," he muttered, sounding like an annoyed child. Then, without any warning, he revved the engine and drove out of the parking lot onto the main road. You only rolled your eyes without a word but then, you noticed how fast he was passing all the other cars in his lane, which he would usually cuss out for being slow, as if their owners weren't driving under the speed limit for safety reasons.

"Mirage…" you warned him, using his full name instead of a nickname, which he did not appreciate but decided not to speak on it and just change the topic.

"Jus' tell me it's not George Michael," he said with a short sigh, as if it was very important to him that it, in fact, was not George Michael.

"Mirage..." you warned him once again, ignoring his words, gripping the steering wheel with much more force now to hopefully get him to slow down.

"Nope," he said simply, understanding what you meant without you even having to say it. If he was in his humanoid form, he'd probably cross his arms on his chest and shake his head with that signature smirk indicating that he knew he was in control of the situation. "That's what you get for hitting your poor boy," he added, sounding very content with himself, revving the engine once more just to show you that he, in fact, was not planning on slowing down.

You scoffed. "You deserved it."

"For what?" he began talking in that specific, overly innocent tone, and you just knew he was going to say something sarcastic that would only annoy you even more, "For being so cute and funny?" He asked rhetorically, as if he wasn't aware that he really needn't have honked at that man, and then drive as recklessly as he normally would when you weren't inside him.

But he was very much aware. It was just that his pride didn't allow him to apologise.

"For being a little shit." You decided not to banter with him as per usual, but just to get straight to the point. Even though you were possibly risking starting an argument between you two, you just needed to reprimend him at the moment, especially now that you noticed how nonchalant he was about it.

"Ouch," he pretended to be hurt by what you just said. And although he wasn't actually offended, he still wasn't really in the mood to let you win.

So he sped up even more.

Noticing the opportunity presented right in front of him, the almost empty road ahead of you two, he floored the gas pedal, making you let out a short, quiet noise at the impact in which you got pushed back into the seat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked him with anger in your voice, not raising it just yet, and not actually expecting a response. But you got one anyway:

"Takin' you on a ride date, baby," he answered sarcastically, his overly sweet tone making him sound even more annoying than before.

"Mirage, I—"

If he wasn't as sure in his abilities as he was, he'd never drive over three times faster than the speed limit allowed, never wanting to actually risk you getting hurt in any way.

And it wasn't even his fault, when a sport's car drove right into his left side, before you could even finish your sentence.

It wasn't his fault that the car ran a red light, that it was supposed to stop and wait for him to just drive away without getting thrown to the right by the impact.

It wasn't his fault that he was now rolling over for the fifth time, his roof and sides hitting the hard asphalt every single time.

You weren't even making any noises anymore so that he would know that you were with him, conscious, alive. He ignored the sound of his glass shattering, his metal body getting scratched, bent and painfully ruined, just to be able to hear your breath.

The other car was in a much worse condition, but he didn't care. The only thing occupying his mind was you, your heartbeat he would do anything to hear again. He needed to make sure you were still there.

He felt it all. He felt the pain that came with getting drove into by another car, with flipping over with unimaginable speed and force. But he needed to make sure you were alright.

And he couldn't even do anything to stop his worst nightmare from beginning to play right in front of his very optics.

Then, after a few moments that felt like hours to him, everything finally came to an end. The hiss coming out of him was still hearable, the hot steam, the liquid pouring out of his fual lines threatened to mix with the flames growing with every passing second. But it was finally quiet; no noise of metal hitting the asphalt distracted him from listening to your body.

His spark nearly exploded with relief when he heard the faint sound of your heartbeat. He wanted to transform, to be able to hold you, to get you out of him so that his bent roof wouldn't be pressing against your wounded head.

When people began to gather up around him, he realised he had a decision to make: to transform and risk getting hunted down just like it happened to Bumblebee, or to stay there and pray to Primus, pray to the people now surrounding him that they'd help you and make sure you were okay.

He wanted to scream at them to hurry up, to get you out, to make that heartbeat of yours sound more promising. To let him know that you weren't going to—

The idea of losing you forever crossed his mind for a split second before he could even stop it.

And it was his fault that he was going a lot over the speed limit, too distracted by the need to tease you, to win the argument, and show you that you had nothing to say in the way he was behaving.

It was his fault that there was crimson running down your forehead, the drops rolling past the hairs of your eyebrows, all the way down to your jaw, then staining your shirt with your own blood.

It was his fault that your body felt lifeless against his ruined upholstery, the only motion it was making was an almost undetectable rise of your chest every couple of seconds.

His train of thoughts got interrupted by the distant sound of sirens getting closer and closer to him. The people were talking, someone was yelling, it all making an irritating mixture of human noises he didn't need to hear at the moment.

Mirage felt his left door being opened or rather being torn out of him in a couple painful motions. He didn't care.

He just wanted them to take you away from him.

When he no longer felt your weight on his driver's seat, he almost let a sound of relief through his radio, but just now noticed that it's been ruined, making it impossible for him to do so. He hadn't paid attention to it earlier, too stunned to be able to say anything to you, even though your name and endless questions if you were okay wanted to escape him.

Cold liquid hit his hot metal body, the lower temperature of it somewhat helping him get in a clearer state of mind. Even though he felt deserving of being on fire, he appreciated the slight relief it gave him.

Somebody placed you on a stretcher, put you carefully in another vehicle, and then closed the door. He couldn't see you anymore but was sure the humans would take good care of you. Better care than he was able to offer.

The loud sirens hit his audio receptors before he registered the ambulance leaving the crash site.

And the sound was still bouncing against the interior walls of his helm every single day since the accident. The imagine of your limp body, his steering wheel covered in your blood, your head pressed uncomfortably against the remains of his left window...

Two whole weeks passed and he couldn't think of anything else but you. You in that horrible state he put you in himself.

The guilt was eating him alive, and even though he'd make Noah visit you everyday in the hospital to make sure your condiction was stable, he still couldn't help but beat himself up and be worried sick.

"Concussion, five broken ribs, broken arm and nose, and she was fucking bleeding from her liver, man," your mutual friend told him after leaving the hospital for the first time, after the doctors allowed anybody to visit you, even though you weren't conscious yet.

It affected Noah nearly as much as it did the robot. The only difference was that the human had no reason to blame himself for it, because it wasn't his recklessness that nearly killed you.

Mirage fell silent.

He got quiet, very quiet, unusually for him. Every Autobot he used to hang out with knew what happened, how much you meant to him, and how affected he was by the accident. They noticed the sudden shift in his behaviour, the once bubbly personality disappearing just so he could dwell in guilt in peace.

The thing that bothered him a lot among others was that he couldn't see you. He couldn't walk into the hospital you were being taken care of in. He couldn't sit next to you and tell you how painfully sorry he was for doing it to you, for putting you in danger, for hurting you so much your pain radiated off you body and made him feel it, too.

Noah insisted on repairing him, and he agreed purely because then he'd be able to park in front of the hospital to be as near you as possible.

But he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

And it still didn't change when you finally got discharged. He was not the one to pick you up from the hospital, it was Noah and Bee. He couldn't face you.

You asked about him when you woke up from the coma, your friend sitting next to you on the uncomfortable hospital chair only shrugging in response, telling you he didn't know anything about Mirage, where he was or how he was.

It was a lie. The robot was spending his time either in the garage, getting fixed by his only human friend, or out on the road, hoping that maybe, just maybe someone would crash into him again, making him feel that pain again. That pain he thought he deserved for harming you.

And when you insisted on Noah taking you to the garage to see him, after getting the information about his location out of the poor human, Mirage couldn't help but feel even worse than before.

You were alive, of course you were alive, but he also did notice the way you winced with every step, how dull the colour of your skin was compared to the times before the accident, how fragile you looked, standing there in front of him with Noah not leaving your side in case you'd collapse onto the floor.

You were alive, but also in so much pain he couldn't even look at you without feeling a strong sting in his spark.

His optics shifted to Noah in an instant, as if he was trying to bash him for taking you here, which he responded to out loud with his hands raised in a defensive gesture, "She threatened me."

You didn't even know what you were feeling at that moment. A mixture of sadness, annoyance, impatience, and hurt made you unable to say anything, forcing you to just stand there in silence. Suddenly, a short wave of pain washed over your right side, making you grimace and put your only free palm on the area surrounding your liver.

As soon as Mirage noticed your movement, he made an involuntary step towards you, his servos extended in your direction, as if he was trying to both comfort you and catch you if you were to fall.

Noah immediately asked, "You okay?" His eyes shifting between your hand on your side and your pained face. You just nodded.

Uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and the other human was close to replacing it with whistling just so that he wouldn't have to stand there awkwardly without a word.

"Imma just leave you two, yeah?" He scratched the back of his neck, his feet already leading him in the direction of the exit. "Jus'... scream if you die or somethin'..." he added, the awkwardness making him joke about things he normally wouldn't joke about.

And then, he left. He left poor Mirage with even poorer you. Alone.

You let out a grunt, making your way to the nearest chair to sit down. He was ready to help you with everything, but he didn't know if you even wanted him to, so he just stayed in his spot.

"You look bad," you commented, lazily motioning to his beaten-up body with your hand. The raspiness, the weakness in your voice almost made him drop to his knees.

He responded unsurely after a pause, a forced, unamused smirk on his face plate, "...You should see the other guy."

It was awkward. Awkward as never before, you two having always found it pretty easy to communicate with each other. But now... Now he couldn't help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his tank when you spoke up and made him say something back to you.

And it was his fault.

Your reaction to his little joke wasn't something you could control. A short, quiet chuckle left your mouth, causing you to grab your right side even more tightly and a wince of pain on your face to deepen.

She can't even laugh.

He felt so excruciatingly bad he had to fight himself not to transform into a car and just drive away.

You wanted to tell him that you've been told the other driver didn't make it. But you knew the war it would start in his mind if you shared that information with him, so you stayed silent.

"You look terrible," he muttered after a few moments of observing your body, as if to himself to comment on the damage he'd done.

You snorted, shaking your head in amusement. "That's exactly what every woman likes to hear," you responded, deciding that a little banter would be better than sitting without any words being exchanged.

Mirage's eyes widened slightly as he took a step towards you, his servos up in the air again in a specific gesture that indicated that he didn't actually mean it like that.

He had this tendency to make things worse with his words, and normally it wouldn't bother him at all, but this time it was you. He didn't want to make thing worse with you.

"No, no, you're pretty. Gorgeous, in my humble opinion. Walking perfection even," he wanted to correct himself, spurting word after word just to show you that he didn't want you to be mad at him. "Geez, I'm sorry," he added, bringing his servos to his face plate to cover it in... embarrassment.

Something new for him.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a small smile. "I do look kinda ter—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he said with much more confidence now, "...For everything."

He rarely apologised.

But you deserved to hear it. Even if you weren't ready to forgive him just yet, even if you were to never forgive him, he just needed you to know that he regretted it.

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something, but he interrupted you again, "Maybe I shouldn't have be the fastest car in Brooklyn that day. Maybe I should've listened to you and not be a little shit," he recalled the way you called him these few weeks ago, just minutes before the accident. With determination in his tone, he continued, "You can hate me, I can take it." But then, he changed his mind as soon as he realised he would prefer if you didn't hate him, "Actually. Hate me for the next three days at max. Please. If you don't want me to rip my vents out."

You snorted weakly once more, the movement of your body making you wince in pain again.

He finally found enough courage within himself to get closer to you. With a couple of steps, he kneeled down in front of you and extended one of his servos in your direction, as if non-verbally telling you to stop laughing and not cause yourself even more pain.

"'m sorry," he whispered his apology again, the sincere look in his optics showing you just how much he cared for you.

"It wasn't y—"

"It was," he interrupted you in a much more serious tone, but it was still filled with softness, "I was stupid..."

"Nothing new," you managed to blurt out before closing your eyes shut and grunting, a grimace on your face as you felt another sting of pain, which you were kind of used to now.

You opened your eyes and looked up at his worried optics observing your every move, his servos desperately wanting to touch and help you but he knew it'd only make things worse due to his size.

You let out a short chuckle at your own joke as soon as your body allowed you to.

"Not funny," he reprimanded you with a serious face, not finding your apparent discomfort amusing at all, even though he agreed with your words.

"You were just making jokes ab—"

"So?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Child," you insulted him, fully aware how much he hated being called out on his childishness.

"I'm older than your cute little Earth, please," he scoffed.

"No, you're not," you deadpanned.

"...So?"

"I hate you," you said, although a small smile on your lips betrayed you.

"That's the spirit," he sighed but the corners of his lips curled up as well. A beat of silence passed and his gaze went back to your face, "I meant that."

You frowned slightly.

"I am sorry. For being the..." he was about to say something that would hurt his pride and ego, but decided it was worth it, "...the dumbest machine there is. Even a hairdryer is smarter than me," he insulted himself, hoping the sacrifice would make you like him again.

"You're right." You nodded, fighting back a chuckle.

He raised his arms in a playfully offended, confused gesture. "You could at least disagree, damn."

You shook your head in amusement.

After another beat of silence, he said seriously, "You're never coming inside me again."

"Wow."

"Should've worded it better, yeah..." he trailed off, "Primus, woman, give me a break." He let out a small laugh when he noticed your amused reaction to his sentence. "No, seriously... I... You're my girl, yeah? Don't want you to... You know, be in pain."

Why did he have to be so awkward about his feelings? Now that he finally had the chance to show you how much he loved you and never wanted to see you hurt again.

"I still have your..." he wanted to say that he still had your blood on some of his parts that didn't want to come off, but then decided it wasn't the best time to tell you that, "I almost lost my mind when I couldn't hear you," he confessed, his tone regaining its sincerity, the look in his optics describing his guilt to you without words.

He was referring to the moment he was so desperately trying to silence everything around him just to be able to find your heartbeat.

"I'm okay..." Your tone was soft, quiet, as if you were trying not to scare a lost, disoriented puppy.

"You're not okay," he disagreed with a slightly clenched jaw, angry at himself, not even for a second at you, "You..." He lowered himself so that he'd be able to whisper to you, as if saying these words more loudly would make them come true someday, "You almost died... I almost killed you..."

His face panel was close enough to your body for you to put your hand against his warm, metal cheek. Mirage immediately melted at the touch, his optics closing slowly just to allow him to savour the softness of your palm as much as he could.

"It wasn't your fault..." you started your monologue, this time the robot allowing you to continue, "I didn't die. I might have a broken bone or two..." He opened his eyes at this sentence, giving you a sad look. "...But I'll be alright. I didn't die," you repeated, which gained you an unsure nod from your boyfriend, who was now avoiding making eye contact with you.

You didn't force him to look up at you.

"I promise..." he trailed off, not wanting to show you how weak he felt, "I promise I'll never do that again..." His gaze went back to meet yours as you smiled softly, your eyes filled with love you had for him. "I'll never be dumber than a hairdryer, you have my unreliable word. And I'll never argue with you. I'll just say that I'm sorry, and that my woman is always right, and I'll shut up for as long as you want me to. And I... I'll never drive over twenty-five. Yeah, it hurts. But guess what hurts more. Seeing you with a broken bone or two."

Joking might've been the only way he would be able to overcome the sorrow he felt within himself. But it worked both for you and him. You really wouldn't have it any other way.

"Tell me," you whispered with a slight head tilt, slowly closing the gap between your faces.

He frowned, not understanding what you meant by that, but then the small smirk on your lips explained it to him.

He rolled his optics, the remains of guilt still evident in them, although with every passing second and every joke, they seemed to disappear bit by bit.

"'m sorry. My woman is always right," he repeated himself, pretending to find it very boring, as if he didn't really want to admit that. But he did. He did want you to know that he meant every single thing that rolled off his glossa.

Your smile widened immediately, your eyes closing as you minimized the gap between your and Mirage's lips completely.

And then, after long weeks of not being able to forgive himself for hurting the only woman he loved, he was finally able to feel relief.

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