Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. Starstreaker and Sunscream are my creations. A silly little story with implied slash based off a suggestion from :icontlcoopi7:. No like – no read. This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticism welcome. Enjoy!
Sunstreaker woke up, as he was unable to recharge any longer. He stared down at his swollen belly. That thing is ruining my paint job, the yellow Lamborghini thought. Sunstreaker rubbed his hand over his distended abdomen, realizing that he was carrying a sparkling inside of him. Oh man, why did I ever interface with that bot? Sunstreaker dragged himself out of bed, his belly the size it should be for being 9 months pregnant with a single sparkling. Sunny's twin watched the whole 9 months as his brother grew bigger and bigger. Sideswipe did not know how Sunny got pregnant with a sparkling, but he figured his brother would tell him when he was ready.
Sunstreaker, who had not been around the base in a while, shocked many an Autobot when they noticed his distended abdomen. The other bots knew well enough not to say anything. Sideswipe had told the other Autobots that his brother was expecting but that Sideswipe did not know who the father of the baby was. Sideswipe figured it must not be an Autobot, as that rumor would have circulated long ago. Oh please, thought Sideswipe, please don't tell me he interfaced with one of those disgusting Decepticons.
Meanwhile, having finally decided to come out of his room, Sunstreaker kept wondering about who this sparkling was ruining his figure and his paint job. He could see the white areas that had expanded as the little one grew. He was not very happy that his fabulous paint job was being ruined by a sparkling. if only he had not gotten drunk that one night. He was so plastered and horny that he would have interfaced with anything just to get off, but now he was dealing with the consequences of his actions. He also wished that he knew at the time that a spark merging was the way that transformers get pregnant, but no one had told him – he had to find out the hard way. Only Ratchet knew anything other than the Lamborghini was pregnant. And that was where the yellow car was headed, to the med bay, as today was his due date, and Sunstreaker had already felt the oil leak down his legs.
Once in the med bay, Ratchet took one look at the yellow twin, and thought one thing – oh shit! Ratchet could tell that the yellow twin's oil had broken and the little sparkling was going to come and was going to come now. Ratchet quickly cleared out the med bay, including sending a startled Bumblebee out of the med bay, before he began to help Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker had never felt such pain, but he was more concerned with that fact that hopefully his body would return to its former glory once he rid himself of this unborn sparkling. Ratchet told Sunstreaker to sit on the birthing berth, and Sunstreaker, for once, complied with orders. Ratchet then placed himself in between the Lambo's legs, a place he would never want to be at any other time.
It was while there, that Ratchet noticed that Sunstreaker's armor that covered his sensitive interfacing port and cable had moved aside and Sunstreaker's port was beginning to enlarge itself in preparation for the birth of a sparkling. It was then that Ratchet noticed that the little sparkling's head began to crown, or come through the port. It did not take long before the little sparkling was born and Ratchet was in for a shock, for in his hands he held a sparkling. But not just any sparkling, but a sparkling that looked like a seeker. The little sparkling was blue, red, and yellow, with little wings that stood proudly out. Ratchet was in shock as he had no idea who had gotten the Lamborghini pregnant, but the little mech sparkling gave it all away.
Sunstreaker was stunned, as it now came back to him. He remembered that night. He remembered the seeker who had been willing to give the Lamborghini the attention he wanted, and thought he craved at the time. Now, it all came back. Sunstreaker, now a proud mom, was not going to let his little sparkling go, but he named the little one Starstreaker, a name created from his "mom" and his "dad."
Meanwhile, a certain seeker gives birth to a sparkling as well, and names the mech, a blue and yellow racer, Sunscream. Boy those two must have been drunk, but what can we expect from the two whiniest bots ever?
