Feminine Fury 3
The femmes stood staring at the closed bar doors. Either the guys inside came out, or the girls got in. Nothing else was satisfactory.
Firestar stalked to the front of the group, faced the crowd, and said evenly, "Hands up who doesn't believe that garbage about the 'mech problems' talk."
All hands went up. Except for one at the back, which wavered, dropped back down, and then went half up again.
"Why don't we try talking to them over the comlinks?" a femme asked.
Chromia smacked her lightly on the back of her head, "Now look dear, don't ruin our fun. No talking to them, okay? Femmes up to mischief will cause them a lot of priceless squirming."
Firestar grinned brightly, "Right then. Who's good at breaking into doors?"
"Oooo! Me! Meee!" Chromia burst out, then fairly danced up to the doors and began a proper inspection. They were solid. A set of old-fashioned swinging doors, instead of the modern sliding doors found all over Metroplex. The bar was a storeroom in a previous life, until it was taken over for recreational purposes.
"I'm good, but Dad will kill me," Nova moaned. She was sure her shaky relationship with her father Ultra Magnus would turn into a non-existent entity if he got mad and did something silly. Like, perhaps, sit on her until she said "I promise not to destroy public property!" a hundred times.
Chromia was crouched on the ground inspecting the bottom door hinge when the door abruptly began to open, and Springer burst out.
"Hey!" Chromia cried out, knocked on her blue butt.
The green Triple Changer pounced on Arcee with an accusing finger, "What were you doing touching Optimus Prime's chest, huh?! Do I go round touching other femme's chests, huh, do I? Not fair, Arcee!" Springer pronounced indignantly.
Arcee just smirked at him, and said quietly, "Girls - JUMP HIM!". Springer shrieked as at least a dozen femmes hit him at once, driving him to the ground and sitting on his back. They all crowed triumphantly. Moonracer raised her fist in the air, placing one foot on the back of Springer's head, "We have a prisoner!" she cried.
"OH MY GOD!" wailed Tracks, staring out the bar window, "They've captured Springer!"
Rodimus Prime laughed hysterically. Optimus groaned and shook his head. Ultra Magnus chuckled and waved bye-bye in Springer's direction, "I TOLD him not to go outside. Sucker."
"But...but. what will they do to him?" Optimus asked, a bit disturbed at seeing one of his warrior's flattened and sat on by some rowdy femmes.
"Nothing! Look!" Blaster laughed, joining Tracks at the small window. Optimus and Magnus moved the other mech's aside and had a look. Rodimus peeked in between their chests. From the ground outside, Springer waved one hand at them happily. He was in ecstasy. He was lying on his front, surrounded on all sides by femmes. He was kissing the ankles of those he could reach and tickling others who came too close. Those sitting on his back stroked the rear of his helmet. Or patted his rounded butt.
Blaster crossed his arms smugly, "Told ya."
"That's disgusting," Ultra Magnus said disapprovingly.
Optimus Prime blinked his optics and then abruptly turned to face the mech's left inside the bar, "NO ONE is going outside until we've got this all sorted out - is that CLEAR??"
Mech voices rose in a disappointed chorus, "Awwwww!". They would've loved to be sat upon.
"Party pooper," Kup grouched.
"Uh, Optimus-" Magnus dropped a hand on Prime's shoulder and pulled him back around to the window. "They're trying to break in the doors."
The two Commanders looked outside and saw Chromia, Arcee and Phoenix probing the doors.
"Quick! Hold onto the doors from the inside!" Optimus blurted, and jumped to grabbing the long handles spanning the width of the doors. They opened outwards, if the guys hung onto them, they'd stay shut no matter what the femmes did.
The strongest mech's; Rodimus, Optimus and Magnus; all positioned themselves with feet planted and arms braced. The doors shook with something the femmes were doing to them on the other side.
"Optimus?" Magnus said.
"Yes Mags?"
"I feel stupid."
"Don't worry Magnus, being strong makes up for it," Rodimus snickered.
Magnus would've hit him but his hands were occupied, "Kiss my aft, Rodi," he growled.
Outside, Chromia was leading the way with disabling the doors. She pushed a hand to the door - it gave a fraction and then went firm. "Ah, they're holding onto it from the inside."
"And.?" Phoenix spoke impatiently.
Chromia pursed her lips, "And, if we cut the hinges, they'll fall backwards. On their asses. And we get in."
"That's good, lets do that." Phoenix's grin turned sicker.
Arcee and Chromia co-ordinated their laser-cutting efforts. With silent hand signals they got ready.
"Um, something's happening," Tracks pressed his nose sideways to the window, trying to look closer.
"What are they doing?" Optimus asked.
"Well, it looks like-"
-CRASH- THUMP- "ARGGH~!"
"-they're cutting off the hinges," Tracks finished belatedly.
Optimus Prime, Rodimus Prime and Ultra Magnus all lay on their backs holding the remains of the doors to their chests. The other mech's all stood on the farside of the room with their backs to the wall, frozen. Phoenix hopped onto the doors and grinned down at the three big guys who lay stunned. "Hello!" she chirped.
The remaining femmes trooped in. Arcee bent down to a flattened Optimus Prime, who made no move to get up. "We wanted to hear the intimate mech secrets talk. Is that alright with you?"
Optimus nodded mutely.
"Goody," Arcee said smugly. She walked over the doors, listening to the grunts of the mech's underneath and moved up to the bar, reaching for a drink.
Ultra Magnus turned his head to Optimus who lay on his left, "Property damage, Optimus, PROPERTY DAMAGE. Didn't I warn you?!" he hissed.
"Oh, shut up," Optimus groaned.
"Kiss his aft, Optimus!" Rodimus trilled, then began laughing madly.
The femmes got free drinks that night..
THE END!
The femmes stood staring at the closed bar doors. Either the guys inside came out, or the girls got in. Nothing else was satisfactory.
Firestar stalked to the front of the group, faced the crowd, and said evenly, "Hands up who doesn't believe that garbage about the 'mech problems' talk."
All hands went up. Except for one at the back, which wavered, dropped back down, and then went half up again.
"Why don't we try talking to them over the comlinks?" a femme asked.
Chromia smacked her lightly on the back of her head, "Now look dear, don't ruin our fun. No talking to them, okay? Femmes up to mischief will cause them a lot of priceless squirming."
Firestar grinned brightly, "Right then. Who's good at breaking into doors?"
"Oooo! Me! Meee!" Chromia burst out, then fairly danced up to the doors and began a proper inspection. They were solid. A set of old-fashioned swinging doors, instead of the modern sliding doors found all over Metroplex. The bar was a storeroom in a previous life, until it was taken over for recreational purposes.
"I'm good, but Dad will kill me," Nova moaned. She was sure her shaky relationship with her father Ultra Magnus would turn into a non-existent entity if he got mad and did something silly. Like, perhaps, sit on her until she said "I promise not to destroy public property!" a hundred times.
Chromia was crouched on the ground inspecting the bottom door hinge when the door abruptly began to open, and Springer burst out.
"Hey!" Chromia cried out, knocked on her blue butt.
The green Triple Changer pounced on Arcee with an accusing finger, "What were you doing touching Optimus Prime's chest, huh?! Do I go round touching other femme's chests, huh, do I? Not fair, Arcee!" Springer pronounced indignantly.
Arcee just smirked at him, and said quietly, "Girls - JUMP HIM!". Springer shrieked as at least a dozen femmes hit him at once, driving him to the ground and sitting on his back. They all crowed triumphantly. Moonracer raised her fist in the air, placing one foot on the back of Springer's head, "We have a prisoner!" she cried.
"OH MY GOD!" wailed Tracks, staring out the bar window, "They've captured Springer!"
Rodimus Prime laughed hysterically. Optimus groaned and shook his head. Ultra Magnus chuckled and waved bye-bye in Springer's direction, "I TOLD him not to go outside. Sucker."
"But...but. what will they do to him?" Optimus asked, a bit disturbed at seeing one of his warrior's flattened and sat on by some rowdy femmes.
"Nothing! Look!" Blaster laughed, joining Tracks at the small window. Optimus and Magnus moved the other mech's aside and had a look. Rodimus peeked in between their chests. From the ground outside, Springer waved one hand at them happily. He was in ecstasy. He was lying on his front, surrounded on all sides by femmes. He was kissing the ankles of those he could reach and tickling others who came too close. Those sitting on his back stroked the rear of his helmet. Or patted his rounded butt.
Blaster crossed his arms smugly, "Told ya."
"That's disgusting," Ultra Magnus said disapprovingly.
Optimus Prime blinked his optics and then abruptly turned to face the mech's left inside the bar, "NO ONE is going outside until we've got this all sorted out - is that CLEAR??"
Mech voices rose in a disappointed chorus, "Awwwww!". They would've loved to be sat upon.
"Party pooper," Kup grouched.
"Uh, Optimus-" Magnus dropped a hand on Prime's shoulder and pulled him back around to the window. "They're trying to break in the doors."
The two Commanders looked outside and saw Chromia, Arcee and Phoenix probing the doors.
"Quick! Hold onto the doors from the inside!" Optimus blurted, and jumped to grabbing the long handles spanning the width of the doors. They opened outwards, if the guys hung onto them, they'd stay shut no matter what the femmes did.
The strongest mech's; Rodimus, Optimus and Magnus; all positioned themselves with feet planted and arms braced. The doors shook with something the femmes were doing to them on the other side.
"Optimus?" Magnus said.
"Yes Mags?"
"I feel stupid."
"Don't worry Magnus, being strong makes up for it," Rodimus snickered.
Magnus would've hit him but his hands were occupied, "Kiss my aft, Rodi," he growled.
Outside, Chromia was leading the way with disabling the doors. She pushed a hand to the door - it gave a fraction and then went firm. "Ah, they're holding onto it from the inside."
"And.?" Phoenix spoke impatiently.
Chromia pursed her lips, "And, if we cut the hinges, they'll fall backwards. On their asses. And we get in."
"That's good, lets do that." Phoenix's grin turned sicker.
Arcee and Chromia co-ordinated their laser-cutting efforts. With silent hand signals they got ready.
"Um, something's happening," Tracks pressed his nose sideways to the window, trying to look closer.
"What are they doing?" Optimus asked.
"Well, it looks like-"
-CRASH- THUMP- "ARGGH~!"
"-they're cutting off the hinges," Tracks finished belatedly.
Optimus Prime, Rodimus Prime and Ultra Magnus all lay on their backs holding the remains of the doors to their chests. The other mech's all stood on the farside of the room with their backs to the wall, frozen. Phoenix hopped onto the doors and grinned down at the three big guys who lay stunned. "Hello!" she chirped.
The remaining femmes trooped in. Arcee bent down to a flattened Optimus Prime, who made no move to get up. "We wanted to hear the intimate mech secrets talk. Is that alright with you?"
Optimus nodded mutely.
"Goody," Arcee said smugly. She walked over the doors, listening to the grunts of the mech's underneath and moved up to the bar, reaching for a drink.
Ultra Magnus turned his head to Optimus who lay on his left, "Property damage, Optimus, PROPERTY DAMAGE. Didn't I warn you?!" he hissed.
"Oh, shut up," Optimus groaned.
"Kiss his aft, Optimus!" Rodimus trilled, then began laughing madly.
The femmes got free drinks that night..
THE END!