I guess this is a a bit of a spinoff/inspiraton of crescent-moon-demons Kittycon/autodog stories. (Thank you!) Featureing: my oc Phoenix, Jetstorm's thier twins Jetbird and Stormwing (Deviantart people if ya wanna find out).

Warning sexual themes mentioned. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"That was very well done Jetty; your improving very well," the pink femme applauded "Just keep using those vocal exercises I gave you and you'll be ready for the next recital."

"Thank you Ms. Rosanna I will." the pup chirped.

"Oh and one more thing before you go," The standard poodle asked while handing Jetbird a pile of music sheets from the piano stand. "Do find out if your brother is still coming to his piano lesson on Thursday. He hasn't come in for the past three weeks now, and just when he's been doing marvellously. "

"I will mame. To be honest, I'm not sure where he is half the time anymore." The Brittany spaniel hybrid sighed sadly.

"Pity. You two used to be stuck together like oil butter and wax jelly." The pink bot shrugged "But I suppose that's what happens when you get older."

"I guess so." The dark purple femme sadly glanced at the floor. The squeak of the piano seat screeching against the polished woodened floor snapped her out of her trance; perking her folded ears up once again. "Well, see you next week then." Jetbird waved, putting the papers into her bag, smiling to her singing instructor as she went down the poodle's home hallway and out the stained glass door.

"Tootles." Was called from the living room.

The fancy 3 storied house was possibly the most noticeable out of the other surrounding homes; its bright pink and white paint job could be seen for miles. The surrounding homes in the fenced off courtyard seemed dull compared to it, but their well-cut yards, double garages, and their backyard swimming pools still gave them the appearance of high-class and highly expensive.

A young mech sat on the white porch steps, constantly looking around nervously, and his frame shaking like it was the middle of winter. Primus he'd hope her lesson ended soon, he felt so out of place with all these fancy and rich bots everywhere.

Still, it wouldn't stop 'him' from terrorizing the poor Shih Tzu hybrid. The thought made Breakdown shake even more. His spark stopped; suddenly feeling a hand gently land on his shoulder.

"Breaky?"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he jumped, hands over his head and optics shut.

A pair of mech's eating lunch on the lawn stared oddly from next door.

"Um, it's just me Breaky." Jetbird cooed.

He opened an optic to the smiling femme, realizing it was nothing bad; his arms fell and rubbed his servos together; embarrassed. "S-s-sorry Jetty. I-I-I- just thought….um..n-never mind."

Jetbird gave him an understanding smile and took his shaking servo into her own, leading them down the pathway. "It's alright. You've never been in this part of town have you?"

The mech shook his head.

"Well thank you for coming to pick me up after my singing lessons. I appreciate it." She quickly gave a peck Breakdown cheek. The mech's face blushed so much it could have passed for a tomato.

"Y-y-y-your welcome. I-I love hearing y-you sing. I t-t-think the w-whole courtyard could h-h-hear you." He smiled back.

She giggled. "Somehow I doubt that but it's a nice thought." She hugged his arm, tail wagging. Coming to the large entry gate; Jetbird released Breakdown's hand and pressed the button upon one of the brick columns. The gate swung open and the two pups made their way down the stone path beside the deserted road holding hands again. "Did you want to come over for dinner tonight? We're having ravioli."

She thought it could be the least she could do after he had come all this way. She knew how uncomfortable it was for him to come here alone, or any place for that matter. She was so surprised to see him sitting on steps when she left the luxurious home yet so flattered; it made her spark all fluttery inside. In her optics it was very romantic.

Usually, she would have to make her way down here herself if her mother or father were still at work, or her mother Phoenix would ask their family friend and godmother Tracks to take her. He too lived in the private circle of exquisite homes with his own family; but it did not appear that anyone was home when they passed by.

"T-thanks but me and m-momma are having dinner with guests tonight, b-but I c-c-can s-still walk you home first." The mech blushed smiling sweetly. At first she said nothing but looked to the ground. He hoped he didn't hurt her rejecting her invitation, but only a klick did she look up to him with that lovely smile he loved and was known for.

"Hehe alright then, maybe next time."

He nodded happily. She was always so peppy and upbeat, her smile was like her personal icon, and everywhere she went it was spread across her face.

He was amazed she still stayed with him throughout the high school year. Most of the femmes even the mechs at school thought of him as a pathetic and wimpy bot to be picked on or was teased at being a 'momma's' mech, but she didn't. It was more than just being childhood friends and standing up for him but she actually…loved him for him.

Usually the fear of being loved by anyone else but his own mother Fireflight absolutely terrified him, and if anyone knew they would understand why. Yet, somehow it felt alright with Jetbird. No one else could have stayed with him for this long without being annoyed or could not understand the poor mech's constant phobias. The spaniel hybrid however knew what he goes through, what his biggest fears where and even tries to push him past some of them. Even if most he refused all together. But she was a patient femme, and she respected his boundaries.

The two made their way into town and through the streets until they came to the suburban area of Iacon. There were a few standard lawn trees growing here and there and a few even kept a lovely garden full of flowers.

A few blocks down did Breakdown stop in front of one, suddenly jerking Jetty backwards, still clasping his servo. "Whooaa!" her bag almost falling off her shoulder.

There were no plants on the lawn, but it was neatly cut and there were a few little flower pots growing along the window. Still….Breakdown shook at the site of it…he knew what lived beyond the false pleasant-looking household. He must have forgotten to cross the street as he usually did when he crossed this house's path.

There was a pat against his grasped servo; he slowly looked down to see Jetbird weakly smiling and stroking his shaking servo with her free one. "Come on," she said quietly "Where almost there." She gently tugged his arm forward. He took one more quick glance at the house before looking away; numbing his memories of the hidden horror.

A few more blocks they neared the lusher neighbourhood. Plenty of trees and plantation grew all around giving every house a calm and peaceful look. Much more to the outdoorsy bot.

Jetty could still feel the tenseness in Breakdown's grip; so she started humming a little tune she learned from her lessons while swinging their combined servos playfully. Eventually, she got too much into the melody and started slightly skipping to it.

Breakdown watched and slightly giggled at the femme's carefree action.

"This is your stop Breaky. I can make it the rest of the way home by myself if you want." She pointed at the quaint little white house, exposed by patched of light through the trees.

"W-w-well if you think i-it's safe."

She gently tucked a servo under his chin, calmly lowering it to her height and kissed the bridge of his nose "Of course." The spaniel smiled and happily skipped off "See ya tomorrow!"

"Bye." He waved weakly. Twisting the knob of his house door he was surprised to see it was unlocked. Mother wasn't home yet was he? What if he was about to walk in on a burglary! Or maybe even worse.

"GET IN HERE!" the shih tzu hybrid yelped as a large servo grabbed the front of his sweater and was suddenly smacked against the wall. He was right; this was much MUCH worse! Motormaster, his cousin growled deep and angrily into the younger pups face. The bigger pups temper was something of a nuance to nearby neighbours. "WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT FREAK!"

"W-w-w-w-what?" was all the scared mech could squeak out.

"WHY DID YOU LET THAT WINGED FREAK TOUCH YOU!" Breakdown had forgotten that only he and a few other close bots knew that Jetty had wings secretly hidden away.

"S-s-s-she's my f-friend."

"SHE NOTHING BUT A FREAK! YOU SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! SHE COULD CONTAMINATE YOU AND THIS FAMILY WITH HER FILTHY…"

"Enough…." a deep voice cut in the giants rant.

"WHAT? HOW DARE YOU CU-"

"The only freak here right now is you," Deadend stood motionless, with a blank stare at the growling mech. "Put him down. Now."

With a thump Breakdown fell to the floor, and covered his head as Motormater marched straight into the other cousin's face. He did not flinch nor make any movements.

The brute opened his jaw as to say something but stopped at the sight of a little smiling shih tzu in a pink apron peeked into the hallway. "Oh! Bedo your home! Your cousins came over for a visit and dinner isn't that nice?"

"Y-yes m-momma." Breakdown rose to his pedes hiding his new bruised shoulder, he did not want his mother to see it. It would make him worried, and he didn't like it when his mother was worried.

"Alright everyone to the table! Dinner's ready!"

"Yes aunt Fireflight" the other to stuntikittens chimed. All three marched into the dining room.

"Jetstorm dear have you seen or heard of the twins yet?" The purple Brittany spaniel called from the kitchen, servos carrying a fresh made pie.

"Hmmm," Phoenix looked at the clock, "They should have been back a while ago."

"Too much worrying," the blue hybrid hugged his bondmate from behind, kissing her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Still having time plenty of, they be here."

"I know, I know" she placed the pastry on the counter top and hugged her hubby's wrapped arms, kissing him back. "But it's a mother thing, I need to be paranoid." She smiled and leaned her head against his.

"You knowing uh….sparklings won't be back possibly for while." He cooed into her audio sensor, gently swaying their frames. "We perhaps uh…having little 'private talk'"

"Hmmmm mister Jetstorm you just might per sway me to stop worrying about our children." She crooned, turning to face him and wrapping her arms around his waist, swaying along.

"Noo, helping with relaxing." He kissed her neck cables, allowing a small mewl sound escape her lips. She closed her optics to his little innocent love nips.

"Ohhhh, I think I would like that very much." She leaned away for him to look at her and gently locking into his lips. There was a click, before the pair could lock again; both released grip from the other.

"Momma! Papa! I'm home!" a cry called, followed by a slam of the door.

"Ello dear," Phoenix called as she turned back to her pie, sticking it into the oven.

Jetstorm walked into the hallway just as Jetbird hung her bag on the coat rack. "Hi daddy." She chirped, giving him a squishy welcoming hug.

"Ello my lil' angel." The mech hugged back. "Lessons well go?"

"Yes! says with a bit more practise I'll be ready for the next recital!"

"Tiz wounderful song bird!"

"Way to go hun!" Phoenix called from the kitchen.

"Now off going you should, dinner soon ready." Jetstorm petted the pups head.

"Yes papa." Off like lighting; the femme took off up the carpet stairs. The second door to the right was covered in pink and yellow flowers and sign made of dark purple, wooden letters that read 'Jetbird's Room'. Still hyped up she ran and belly flopped on her bed making the decorative pillows and plushies fly. "Hehe," she reached down to the falling stuffed toys pulling up one shaped like a rabbit. "Ello Bugsy." She flipped onto her back, rubbing her nose against its own. He was her fave, she had him ever since she was little and till this day; she still refused to give him up. "Breaky did such a romantic thing for my today." She hugged it tightly, flipping back to her stomach, not caring which way her skirt flowed or exposed.

Her and her brother used to share the first room next to hers but as they gotten bigger they needed more personal space; so Jetbird moved and turned it into her own piece of heaven. It looked no different from any other teenager's room; numerous photos of family and friends every inch on the wall and dresser mirror, posters of attractive mech's, but there was one individual cork board. One that she made sure had nothing on it but a few paper hearts and photos of her and Breakdown from when they were kids to now. It was her favourite spot in her whole room. "Siighhh, I think he's almost ready Bugsy," the pups pedes kicked back and forth happily. "I'm sure of it."

SNAP.

"Huh?" the hybrid pup looked across to her window, but there was nothing but branches floating in the wind. Shrugging, Jetbird continued to daydream, kicking her pedes in the air happily. Unaware of the red glow of a visor that came back into the window watching the oblivious femme, licking his lips that curled into a smirk.

The window opened silently, the femme humming unnoticed. The shadowy figure wriggled halfway through before reaching for Jetbird's pede. Inch by inch a claw came closer, ready to grab.

"Jetbird! Dinner!" A femme's voice called from below.

Before the figure could snag its prey, Jetty slid off the bed and skipped out of the room.

"Slag it" the figure cursed before slithering back out of the window.

"Pass the cheese please." the pup reached, with feet swinging under the table, as Jetstorm passed the plastic bowl, sprinkling the shredded pieces all over her ravioli. The three members ate in the quite dining room silently, there wasn't a sound but the scraping noises of fork to plate.

Phoenix took only a few bites of her dinner before stopping mid-bite and turning to the empty chair on her side, worryingly. "Jetty, are you sure you haven't seen your brother at all today?"

"No, I've tried to comm him but he won't answer. He…." She paused.

"What is wrong?" Jetstorm placed his utensils down beside his plate.

"Uh..Nothing! Like I said; he just didn't answer his comm that's all." She laughed nervously hoping it would throw off her parent's curiosity, but it appeared to have failed. Phoenix glared in a serious manner.

'Jetbird," she said sternly "I know when you're not being honest with me." Which was true, if there was one thing Jetty could not do; was to tell a lie with a straight face.

"W-w-w-ell….."

The sunset was nice here; the beach was empty, the ocean was calm and the sound of gulls filled the air.

He loved it; it was the only place at this time where he could get any privacy without the constant sound of bots conversing.

Dusk was the best time for the beach, everyone had left and he could sit on the cooling sands all by his lonesome, but he didn't feel like getting sand in his pedes today. He leaned against the barred rail that out lined the ending of the street before hitting the beach line; sipping the imaginary liquid from a can he had emptied cycles ago. Stormwing just silently watched the orange globe slowly sink into the distant sea. He should probably get home soon; it must be way past dinner already, he hadn't really been keeping the time. Not exactly a good thing when your half way across town.

Sighing, the blue hybrid; bored from the view made his way along the sidewalk. Nearing a trash can; he crushed his own between his servos and went for a dunk but the can only ricocheted and landed among the pathway. Grunting; he picked up the litter and tossed it in; hearing the echoing 'BINK'.

He never was very coordinated despite all his years of playing soccer and karate. What was even the point of them? Would he ever go anywhere with them? He supposed it was the main reason why he stopped going to them awhile back. Go to be a professional soccer player? No, he wasn't that good, besides he was even worse at the other sports in gym. Piano? Naw, he wasn't as musically inclined as his twin sister was.

What was it he wanted to do? The school year was coming to an end and the pup still had no idea. What collages should he apply for? University? Definitely not, with his average marks he'd be lucky if he even get INTO College. Work? He didn't even have a part-time job yet.

All his friends had already chosen their paths…well…more like acquaintances really. The past few years he had gotten quite distant from them. But didn't mind; he preferred to be alone anyway.

Blocking out the uncertain questions buzzing around in his head he looked to the ocean, hoping it would calm his nerves. A shadowed shape stood out in the middle of the deserted beach, at first Stormwing thought it was just a rock, but as he hoped over the rail and stared closer, it started to form into a bot; face down in the sand. Making no sign of movement, even as the spaniel hybrid drew nearer. "Are….are you being alright?" he leaned closer to the seemingly unconscious autodog. "Ello?" he shook the figures shoulder.

"Whhhooooaaaaa!" the blue mech suddenly shot up, lifting his upper torso and frighten Stormwing enough that the poor pup fell backwards onto his rump. Looking around; the strange mech rubbed his head as he had just gotten what was going on. "Duuuuude….that was one rightchous party!" he sat back on his arms legs spread out in front, starring at the sea with a large grin. He looked back to a surprised stricken Stromwing. "Sup bro?"

He looked to be a mixed breed the pup thought, but of what he couldn't tell. The ears were folded like his own but with much more curlier fur, his tail very much the same but more matted with dirt. He smelled of something pungent and his clothes where slightly tattered, faded and stained. His visor and goatee weren't exactly in top shape either. Must be a stray, or one really unhygienic pup. He could have been what? One? Maybe not even a few more cycles older then Stormwing? "You get left behind too?"

"Excuse?" the question catching him off guard.

"First thing; I'm partying it up with these random college dudes and beach babes, smoke'in it up. Next thing; my mugs down in a batch of sand. Whoooo! What a trip man! What a trip." The supposing stray reached into his pocket, "Aww dang," he moaned, pulling out his servo with nothing in grasp. "Musta swiped 'em from me when I was out. Ya got one?" he held the empty servo up to the blue hybrid.

"Got…one what?" an optic ridge perked.

"A roll?…a light? Ya know? A smoke."

"Oh…no I do not smoke. Tiz not healthy." Stormwing sat up, waving his servos and shaking his helm.

"Yaaaa, your right. Bad for like the circuits and what not…..welp! I can probably get some later. Names Beachcomber dude."

"Stormwing." The pup replied bluntly.

"Nice to meet ya Wings. Say," he leaned closer into the other's face "You one of them uptown pure breeds aren't ya? No…..wait," Stormwing looked strangely at the stray; as he leaned in, sniffing him. "Hmm? Ya got some funny sent on you man...you sure you got nothing on ya?"

"Uh…y-yes I am sure and I am not actually breed that is pure. I…I am mix." He hoped to primus that he would not ask of exactly what he was a mix of. The fewer that knew of what him and his family actually where the better.

"Ah cool. I'm a pretty funky mix myself. Pops a lab, ma a poodle, labradoodle! That a funky name or what? Hey, that's one weerriiddd accent ya got there? What's like…. up with that?"

"I get from sire's side. Mother haz no accent. "

"Ahhhh, international….sweeet. Anywhozitz why you here?"

"Just…thinking is all."

"About what?"

"Not much, just wondering what's for dinner I gue-….OH PRIMUS DINNER!" The autodog shot up, he had completely forgotten about dinner! He needed to book it if he was to catch the last bus of the day, but the sand was proving to be trickier to maneuver through as he's pedes continually sank into the dunes. "I-I-I got to be going! Um...nice meeting you Beachcomber…dude." he waved franticly, hoping over the rail and down the road.

"Later dude! Sees ya around!" The blue mech shouted, unmoving from his spot, waving. He watched as Stromwing ran around the corner almost running into an elderly lady; who waved her cane angrily. He chuckled "That one crraazzyy pup." He smiled, placing his hands behind his helm, resting back into the sand and watched the stars as they began to emerge.

Oh mech was he late. His mother was going to kill him! The sky began to darken as the bus traveled onward, the moon had risen to its highest peak by the time he jumped off and took off running as fast as his legs could carry him down the street lightened roads. The wooded path to home on the other hand was almost pitch black if it wasn't for the streams of moonlight through the tree branches.

The autopup stopped for a moment; leaning his hands on his knees to catch his breath before the house. All the windows were black but for the exception of the small porch light. Good, they were probably all asleep; he can easily sneak in and get into bed before anyone caught him. Then he wouldn't have to worry about any yelling until tomorrow orn.

Taking out his house key and putting it inside the lock he turned it gently hoping the following click of the lock would be quick and unnoticeable. Squeezing through the door he locked it again and tip toed near the staircase, but as his pede hit the first step a light came on in the living room behind him "Whhaa!" he whipped his helm around to see an angry looking Phoenix sitting in the facing recliner chair. "Um…hi momma," he gave a small nervous laugh "I knowing it late but can't we leave yelling till next orn?"

The femme's severe glare did not change; arms and legs were crossed until she pointed to the couch next to her, "Sit."

Sighing, the spaniel hybrid did what he was told and slumped into the cushion, looking down to the carpet floor; wanting to avoid his mother's stern stare. "First of; you better have a good reason why you're so late young mech and second; what is this I hear that you having been skipping lessons?"

"I…I just losing track of time tiz all, and I…um…just forgot?" he shrugged with folded arms.

"'Just' forgot? How do you 'just forget' three weeks in a row?" Stormwing you know each of those lessons cost credits! Credits by the way, you don't have."

Stormwing continued to say nothing as she went on. At the back of his processor he figured Jetbird must have told them, he knew she was a terrible liar but he still trusted her to keep silent…well…he used to.

What would be the point to say anything anyway? He knew she cared but the thing with Phoenix was she had a bit of a temper; one that tended to take over her common sense from time to time. Most of the time when she blew a fuse the family would leave her alone for a few cycles to calm down, which didn't take long…usually. But this time Stormwing figured he wasn't going to get out of this as easy.

"Not only are you skipping but you're lying to me as well!" at this point she had risen out of her seat and was pacing back and forth. "Like last week; you told me that your coach called to say the game had been cancelled but when I walked to work that day I saw your team playing in the field! I choose to ignore it just this once but now that I'm finding out that you're not going to anything well….I just can't let that go Stormwing. Do you really want to quit that badly? So much you need to lie to me and your sire?"

"No," he answered softly. "I just…" Well….karate he may not mind but soccer he tend to enjoy at times and piano was more of his hobby; it would be even more if his family could afford one of their own, but the only one he could play was at his lessons or at school. He wished she would just finish and just let him go to bed.

"Just what? Hunny," she calmed her voice sat back down and rubbed the younglings arm. "If…there's something wrong, you know you can tell me right? And if not me certainly your father."

He wished that where true he wanted to say, but he only nodded silently in response.

"I only want you to make the most of your life sweetspark. You're only young once and you can't always just stay in your room or go to the beach, or even if you do, go with a friend." When she received no response; the femme knew she wasn't going to get anything from the pup. Sighing Phoenix put her servo back in her lap. "Please just tell me you're not skipping school as well."

"No I am not. I'm sorry momma. I promise to go to lesson tomorrow." He replied bluntly.

"Alright, but just so you know you've lost your chances with the car for the next two weeks. Now, it's late and you have school in the morning, off to bed now." Both stood up from their seats, "Goodnight." Phoenix kissed the top of Stormwing's head

"Goodnight momma."

She watched as the pup quietly went up the stairs until he out of site and rubbed her nose ridge "What I'm I gonna do with that pup?" she muttered, making her own way up the stairs.

It was the usual constitutional that orn, silent but nothing unusual. The parents woke first, Jetstorm eating and rushing out the door with a good bye kiss from Phoenix. Phoenix would go wake up the twins and made lunch as they slowly made their way down the stairs and watched as they left for school. Then she herself would get dressed, lock up and head to work.

It wasn't a very impressive job, but she enjoyed it. Besides being a waitress in a small café wasn't as easy as most thought.

Brushing the little bit of toast crumbs of her uniform dress, the keys were shoved into her purse and made sure to wave at Fireflight; who was picking flowers off the lawn as she passed by. As she made her way to the bus stop her ear twitched to a familiar mock coming from a bush on the side of the bare lawn house. "Bbbiiiirrrrdeeeee."

The voice made her inner flame enhance, she was in no mood for him this morning. Choosing to ignore, she continued to walk without looking back. But she could hear the nuisance following close behind.
"Hey…hey biirrddee! Come on prude, ya can't ignore me forever."

"I certainly can try" she muttered between her bared denta.

"Hey!"

Temper at its highest peak; she swerved around facing the towering mech. "WHAT! What do you want Vortex?" Please, please give her any other bot to deal with then this infuriating lynx! It was like his only joy in life was to annoy the ever living pit out of the Brittany spaniel.

"Just to annoy you." He gave a toothy smirk.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" she rested a fist on her side.

"Hmmmmm, yup! I think I'll go see my snowflake now that you're out of the way." Before the autodog could make another bark the kittycon took off into the bushes.

"GAH!" the femme clenched her fists as she angrily made her way down the avenue. Count on him to make her morning miserable. Huffing she turned and made her way again…she'll have to beat him later. The stupid lynx should have been in jail by now in the autodog's mind though; it would not surprise her if he hadn't been in their a few times already.

The main reason why he loved annoying the frag out of her was because she was very protective of the little shih tzu Fireflight; trying her best to keep that creep away from the once innocent sparkling. Remembering pained Phoenix from the inside, what that poor thing's family had to go through when they found out about Breakdown. It hurt even more when she was told Fireflight was so young when it happened and once she was found out it was by him, she made it her duty..no…her job to keep the youngling as safe and away from Vortex as much as possible. This of course was not a fond idea to the lynx and now was trying every bit and moment to annoy or distract her. Even at work he would come in and be a public nuisance until the manager would throw him out. But it didn't matter, it was not in her nature to give up and so she tried her best to ignore his childish antics.

She was glad however, that Jetbird took an automatic shine to the young Breakdown, and now here they were cycles later, soon ready to graduate. The once little hatchlings were now grown up, she felt a happy tear weld up in her optic sitting silently on the bus. Then the guilt of yelling at Stormwing the night before hit her, she hated yelling at her own young; she hardly ever had to do it over the cycles but for a while he seemed…. distant all the sudden. Maybe it was a teenager thing? But it had been ages since he had brought a friend over or even stayed in the house at all. Phoenix hoped above anything that he wasn't depressed. Oh sweet Primus she wished it would be anything but that. She couldn't stand the thought of one of her pups being so sad.

The bus came to a stop before she jumped out of the doors and walked across the street to the small café.

'Jingle' went the bell above the door. "Hello." She sung cheerfully.

"Mornin" the kittycon replied wiping the inside of a glass cup with a rag behind the counter. The place was still empty which was good; half the chairs were still up on the table tops and the sign was still flipped to close.

"Morning Swiftstroke." She called to the teal coloured fox who was taking down the chairs as she walked to the back room.

"Morning!" she replied cheerfully.

"Should be a busy morning, let's make sure where on top of our game today shall we?" the mech explained, reaching for another glass to clean.

"Can do." Phoenix cried shoving her purse into her locker. The purple femme then came back behind the counter wriggling past the kittycon, avoiding his playful attack of trying to whack her behind with the cleaning rag and looked below into its shelves to find a spray bottle and an old rag. 'Right,' she thought, 'best to move on for today.'

"So tell me Jetbird," a snooty maroon femme asked while the spaniel hybrid stretched on the gym floor.

"Yes?" she looked up curiously at the fellow cheerleader.

"Have you and your lil mechfriend even come close to going 'all the way' yet? Or is he still scared that a sharkticon will jump out of your po-"

"Do not take this the wrong way," Jetty rose to her pedes, pompoms in servos. "But for one; what me and Breaky do or not do is none of anyone's business."

"That would be a 'no.'" the femme smirked.

Jetbird ignored the snarky femmes quip. "And second I am in no rush. He is as much of a mech then any of the others around here."

The femme laughed into her pompom, "Hunny, I'll give you kudos for sticking around for this long but ya gotta stop being so charitable. One, there are plenty of other mech's in this school just DYING to go out with you. Ones I might add are actually buff and cute looking and NOT afraid of their own shadow."

"Breaky is not afraid of his own shadow...he...just thought it was a robber and was worried."

"Jetty," the maroon basenji put a servo on her shoulder "I'm telling you this as a friend and fellow team member. You can't keep going out with him just because you feel bad for him. Like, I know your past friends and all but he's like making your rep look bad."

"I didn't even know I had a 'rep'" she cocked an opticridge, fists on her sides. "And I do not feel bad for him! He's sweet, kind and thoughtful!"

"As well as cowardly, wimpy and annoying. Look sweetie, it's almost the end of our high school year, you'll be going to university soon and I as far as I know long distant relationships don't usually work out. What I'm saying is; you need to step up your match! Get a real mech who will defend and love you…and you know which way I mean…and not cower behind a trash can anytime he thinks he sees something scary."

"Thanks for the advice but me and mechfriend are fine the way we are. Besides he'll be going to university too soon." Jetty kept control of her frustration.

It's true of what she said about the other mechs; a couple throughout the year had asked her out a couple of times but she kindly refused to all of them. She already had one mech in her life and she was happy with her choice, although; and of course she would not admit it there were times where she wished Breakdown was to be a bit more intimate.

The basenji sighed "Fine, whatever femme. I'm just warning you whenever you feel like getting laid; don't expect him to just like suddenly drop all his fear and jump into berth with ya. And I'm gonna be honest with ya hunny," she leaned to Jetbird's audio sensor and whispered, "but from what I can see he doesn't exactly have the right sized 'package' to get any job done if ya get my drift."

"Yes I get it," the purple femme frowned, "And I'm sure his…'package'…..is just fine."

"That my dear Jetty is the voice of denial." The autodog smirked, "See unlike you; the rest of us femmes on the squad are getting quite the pleasure from our boytoys and not one whimpers at the very mention of it. Face it Jet," the femme turned on her heel and walked for the practise mats "you stick with that mech you'll be a virgin forever but…you don't have a problem with that do you?"

Jetbird gripped her pompoms tightly, "No," she spoke quietly "Not at all." No, of course she didn't mind waiting for Breakdown, even if it could take till after graduation from university but then again even to herself….she was a horrible liar.

To be continued…..