**Matter of Pride part 2**
"I concur. He doesn't act like a normal fertile mech," Barricade replied. Her wheels crunched the gravel, leaving a trail of dust to rise slowly up in the humid air behind her.
"I am NOT a drone!" Sunstreaker snarled. He revved his engine to a slightly higher rpm for the briefest of moments; Just enough to kick up some of the gravel onto the cruiser behind him. A slight insult on his part, true – but he HAD to do something! He was getting sick of this astro hour long debate on if he was a drone or a full mech.
Frenzy-Jazz snickered; it was so fun to egg this mech on! And they were far from done with it. "A normal mech would've at LEAST self interfaced under those circumstances. Did you?"
He huffed under his breath. He was sick of this discussion concerning him spending an entire defrag cycle, naked, and pressed up against a femme – without getting turned on. But these freagin' femmes just wouldn't shut up about it! "I'm NOT a normal mech. I'm better than a normal mech. With more self control!"
With that, he flat out floored it, his wheels spinning for traction as he pulled away from the two femmes – much to the total glee of the two small drones riding within him. They rolled down his windows, taunting the femmes with middle digits raised high. "You tell them little guys!" he shouted. True, they were nothing but drone mechs. But at least he HAD some little mechs that sided with him!
"He, he, he – weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Frenzy flew by him. Her little daughters flipping them off as she did so…
"Fraggin' piece of slag! No one shows ME up!" The small drones shouting in excitement, Sunstreaker fell into the race.
Barricade just snickered as they left her in their dust. Both femmes knew darned well that Sunstreaker was indeed a full mech, but riling him up like this made the time pass faster. And they had a long time to stay in hiding…
"Aaaaa-eeeeeeeeeee!" "Faaaaaaaaasssstttteeeeeerrrr! Faaaaaasssssttterrrrrr!" the little femmes shouted as they banged on her consol, their optics wide in excitement. "He's catching up!" "Yeah! Catching up!"
Frenzy snickered as she slowly slightly. Not enough for the little sparklings to notice, but just enough for the yellow mech to get closer. "He, he, he – ya THINK you gonna catch me??? NOT!" she cackled. Red lining her engine, dust billowed up thickly behind her rear tires as she jumped forward. Totally coating the mech in a thick blanket of gray!
"You slaggin' piece of slag- I'm so gonna…" Sunstreaker snarled. Leaving the curving road, he spun through the high desert as he sought to cut ahead of her. "Here, load your weapons with some of these!" he ordered his little charges. They giggled mischievously as his glovebox opened – revealing a whole collection of multicolored little paint balls. "Yeah, that's it little guys – we're gonna coat those femmes real good aren't we?"
Busily jamming the little balls of colored liquid into their weapons, the pair of drones nodded their heads rapidly. Their optics gleaming as they watched the femmes flying down the road as they neared it… "Paint Paint Paint!!! Paint 'em good!" "Yeah paint 'em good!" they chimed.
Frenzy snickered hysterically as she watched the mech cutting across the terrain in much the same manner as Ironhide once had. Unlike the black mech, Sunstreaker wasn't built for it. Boy, were his shocks gonna hurt in the morning! She couldn't wait to hear his moaning and griping…. "So you think you're he, he, he an offroadster?" she taunted as he pulled alongside her.
"Now!" Sunstreaker's side window suddenly rolled down, two tiny drones hanging out of it like some old time mobster movie. The sound of machine gun fire filled the whistling wind flowing between the two racers. Thuds of impact joining in as paint balls connected with silver armor more often than not….
Locking up her brakes in shock, Frenzy laid down a hundred feet of thick black rubber on the road as she made the abrupt transition from 220 mph – to zero! The sparkling femmes shrieked in surprise as they crashed into her dashboard, nobody having bothered to even consider using seatbelts…. They tumbled out of her door as she threw it open while she spun. In a blur, Frenzy had transformed her weapon at the ready as she cursed… Her two daughters imitating her to the tee….
Spinning around, Sunstreaker flew at them, his little gunmen eagerly firing on the femmes as they passed them again… The trio were soon coated, helm to ped – in various brightly hued shades. Making the earlier coating that Frenzy had once done to Optimus Prime and the others – seem like an amateur work compared to this!
Not that Sunstreaker and the drones went unscathed by any means. The femmes managed to get a few good shots in, which the mature mech got the brunt of. For the small drones were well protected within him. Normally, getting ANY paint on his armor would've bothered the rather vain mech. But he was beyond caring at the moment. His entire focus being on paying the femme back for all her insults! He'd worry about fixing his paint later.
They made another wide loop around the femmes. Leaving a swath of multicolored gravel all around them as testament to the sheer volume of paint balls which the tiny drones were pumping out in rapid-fire sequence….
Tired of being outflanked, Frenzy transformed, the sparkling femmes leaping into her as she jumped over the turning mech in a blur of wheels… Hitting the gravel hard, she bounced once or twice before gaining traction and peeling out… Bee-lining for the mountains rising up in the horizon, she floored it, the mechs giving chase…
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"Admit it, the mechs won this round!" Sunstreaked snorted from the next bay over. He wanted to hear the arrogant femme admit just ONE failure. Just ONE instance where the mechs triumphed over her! True, he'd never admit it. But he and Frenzy-Jazz did have something in common. They both had over-inflated egos: Him over his looks – Her over the sense of superiority she felt over mechs.
Frenzy retorted with a derisive snort. "The DRONES won this round," she conceded.
But the insult was plain for Sunstreaker to hear. Once again, he was being included in the 'drones'. The yellow Stingray's engine revved in irritation, but he didn't move a servo. For the sparklings were all busily cleaning both him and Frenzy in the wash bays they had found. Sunstreaker wasn't about to move and chance disturbing his little charges while they happily soaped him up – and each other as well.
Meanwhile, Barricade had transformed to bot mode and was leaning on the wall of the other set of bays, watching both her charges and her companions – as they all 'played' with the humans' car washing instruments. It had originally been her that had found out about the sparkling's love of water, soap bubbles and high pressure spray. She had actually been the one to teach them on how to properly wash off a full sized mech. "I concur with Sunstreaker. His team did manage to accurately hit your team with more balls."
This unexpected support from the other con femme caught Streaker a bit off guard. Though he recovered very quickly… "Bad when even your own bitch says that you lost," he snickered.
"He, he, he – won't happen again, DRONES!" she promised.
"Drones drones… boys are all drones!" Ratchet's two daughters chimed in. They turned the insult into a little song, which they sang as they washed all the paint from their mother's silver armor. Well, in between spraying each other and giggling - that is…
"Can't wait for Ratchet to hear them say that," Sun muttered under his breath. The imagined vision of the medic going after the freaky femme with a wrench or three was so funny – that he actually began to laugh about it.
"Laughing is the last thing I'd expect from you," Barricade noted. The femme cocked her helm and gave the now shaking stingray a curious glance.
"You'll be laughing too – when Ratchet hears what Frenzy's taught their daughters about mechs!" Streaker was now having a hard time staying on his tires he was rolling so hard. "He's gonna so chase your freaky tail pipes down!"
Glancing from the hysterically laughing Sunstreaker – to Frenzy-Jazz – Barricade arched up a concerned eye ridge. "You informed me that WE were in control over them – is this false information?" she queried.
"He's full of slag," Frenzy retorted. Now completely cleaned off, she transformed and walked out of the wash bay, leaving the two tiny femmes to keep playing and giggling in their impromptu water fight. The silver femme strolled over, and leaned next to Barricade. "Sun's just pissed that everyone BUT him – got a piece or a contract."
"I'll make a contract with you Frenzy," Sunstreaker snickered as he transformed and left his charges to play in the water. He walked up to the femme and held out his hand as if he wanted to shake it. "NOT to EVER touch you!" he finished.
The Jazz-look-a-like snickered and stuck her glossa out at him. "Well, you know how drones are 'Cade – they got to self interface because no one else wants to waste their time on such diminutive transfers!" she snickered.
Sunstreaker sidestepped, allowing the happily chattering drones to dart by him and join the little femmes in their water play. His optics never left Frenzy's though… "I'll have you know – I've had hundreds of femmes just BEG to suck my massive transfer!" he bragged.
The two femmes glanced at each other in amusement. They'd both heard about his past reputation as a gladiator prior to the recent war – though neither one was about to BELIEVE it. "Yeah, prove it! I betcha it ain't even half the size of Ratchet's," she elbowed 'Cade, "and he was a mere virgin."
Narrowing his optics, the insulted mech snarled and activated his transfer. No, not to slag either femme – nor to get a blow – nor even to allow them the honor of TOUCHING it! But to prove, once-and-for-all that HE was more mech than either of them could ever handle – even in their dreams! Curling his hand around the thick shaft as he fully pressurized it, he snorted in pride as he proved himself more than an 'average mech'! "I'll give you the honor of SEEING such a massive transfer – don't ever think either one of you will ever be femme enough to get more than a GLANCE!"
Frenzy snickered and nodded at 'Cade. "Hers is just as big."
The snickered reply caught the arrogant mech off guard. His optics narrowed then, and he glared accusingly at the police cruiser. "You slaggin' LIED to us! You claimed to be a FEMME!" he growled.
Before he could pull back his arm for a full punch, Barricade's reply stopped him. "I am. But without a false transfer – how do you think femmes hid within the con ranks? Hmmmm?" she gave him an unconcerned shrug as she spoke, as if that very idea should've been obvious to anyone.
With a hiss, his transfer de-pressurized and retracted, disappearing back within the safe confines of his armor. Putting his hands on his hip components, Sun glared at them both. "So you expect me to believe that ALL con femmes installed fake transfers on themselves simply to hide – that's freagin' sicko!"
The pair shrugged. "Actually, I miss mine a little. Sure was fun to slag Rumble up the tail pipes, he, he, he," Frenzy replied.
"I thought she slagged you – more than you slagged her?" Barricade smirked. She could tell the mech was being made more and more uncomfortable by the description of hidden femmes slaggin each other like true mechs would.
Frenzy-Jazz shrugged again. "Yeah, he, he, guess so. I liked it up the tail pipes." She glanced at the mech out of the corner of her optics; his shifting peds indicated his discomfort about the whole conversation. Which was sweet – and she was going to make sure that he was even MORE uncomfortable if she could!!! "From Sideswipe's braggin', he, he, he, YOU like it rough – huh?" she asked Streak.
Sunstreaker's face plate grew heated at the comment. It was one thing for mechs to joke about the goings-on between each other – it was a whole different ball of screws to have femmes joke about the same things. "HE likes it rough – I'm always the one slaggin' HIM!"
Oh, this was good… 'Cade just couldn't resist… She pulled Frenzy roughly to her. "You know – it's been a long time since I slagged anyone," she said in a passionate tone.
"He, he, he,…. Think you're as good as Rumble was? Miss it since little 'Bee ain't got a freagin falsy," Frenzy-Jazz purred back.
"Wanna find out?" Barricade offered with a devious wink.
Sunstreaker groaned in disgust as the femmes went at it right in front of him. They didn't even have the Autobot decency to find some privacy first! Shaking his head, he marched over to the wash bay and leaned his doorwings against it, not even thinking much about the sparklings who crowded around him. Their little optics wide in wonderment as they learned what adults did with each other. That actually wasn't a big deal – for in mech society this was exactly HOW the young learned to become mature mechs. Unlike humans, who hid behind closed doors all the time and then wondered at how their kids learned to do the nasty.
But mechs generally sought a tiny measure of privacy from the view of other mature non-involved mechs. Well, at least in the Autobot ranks they did. It seemed that Decepticons didn't. And now Sunstreaker was stuck watching the ugliest femme he'd ever laid optics on – looking just like a mech slaggin' another mech. Though he'd never wanted to understand how the Decepticons had been fooled for so long – he now did. Frankly, if he didn't KNOW the two actually WERE femmes – their fake 'mech interplay' sure as hell would've fooled him too!
With a heavy clang, he sat down, not even noticing the imitation playing going on between the sparklings. It was normal for them to try and copy, that's how they learned.
Propping his chin up on his bent knees, Sunstreaker kept his long-range scanners on. Keeping his guard up, even as he watched a real life flick unfold before him… A 'flick' that made him sick to his fuel tank. "Ironhide would've loved the show. He's such a sicko," he muttered to himself. Actually, Sideswipe probably would've loved it too. But the jokester would've been snickering and throwing out suggestions to them – not getting turned on like he assumed Ironhide would.
As the femmes finished their play and fell silent in overload, Streaker looked up at the clear blue sky. "Why in the frag did you choose ME to torture like this?!? I'd of rather faced a whole horde of Decepticreeps over THIS!" he muttered. His words directed at a mech – who couldn't hear them – and wouldn't really care anyways…
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Note: Didn't realize how fun it is to write dialogue that diss's and insults each other… It's a blast to write – and I hope - to read as well! Leave a review if you like reading it, as much as I like writing it!