Right, so just to keep it straight in my own brain ƒfemme speakƒ Also. Review. Please? We'll return to some more serious plot soon, but for now, it's about time everyone got to have a bit of fun right? :D

Chapter 126 – Club Night!

(MPOV)

We piled out of the pub and looked at each other for a long moment.

ƒFur?ƒ I asked cheerfully. We began cheering, running to our respective forms and roaring off. I found it marginally irritating that I could barely keep up with them in my land-vehicle mode through the streets.

::. So what's with the stretch hummer?.:: Arcee asked teasingly.

::. I always wind up carrying bloody dignitaries,.:: I snorted. ::. Otherwise I would have taken Optimus' form myself.::

::. Oooh! Can you imagine Kae and Optimus side by side looking like that?.:: Flare demanded gleefully.

::. Gorgeous,.:: Chromia purred.

We began laughing, and I thought for a long moment, ducking into an alleyway and changing forms, marginally smaller than Optimus, far more comfortable.

::. Whaddya think?.:: I asked gleefully, pulling out behind the three of them again.

::. I think you're driving home!.:: Chromia trilled gleefully.

We began circling parking lots, looking for a spot close enough to the bar, and big enough for me to fit. Tight corners in my Optimus' form? Oh he made it look easy.

::. Right, you three scout me a spot big enough and you can just stay on my chassis.:: I finally snorted in amusement.

::. Deal!.:: Arcee laughed.

::. Ooh! Found it!.:: Flareup added cheerfully. ::. Grab my co-ordinates, I'm guarding!.::

::. Rendezvous with Flare!.:: Chromia sang.

I laughed and frowned slightly, driving carefully around corners toward the GPS ping on my sensors.

::. Oh! Whaddya think you're doing buddy?.:: Chromia demanded.

::. I'm parkin!.:: a drunk sounding man shouted.

::. This spot is reserved.:: Arcee stated rather menacingly.

::. Yeah, for me, thank you ladies.:: the man smirked at them just as I made it around the final corner.

::. Get your own spot!.:: Flareup shrieked at him.

::. I believe I am.:: the man shouted back, menacing them with a one ton.

::. KAE!.:: Chromia shouted indignantly.

::. Oh I'm on it.:: I growled, creeping forward slowly. He didn't seem to notice me, I lightly touched my air-horn. He waved at me irritably. 'wait'.

I parked slightly and made my holoform climb out of my cab.

"Sir, you will find that my friends have been saving that spot for me," I stated coldly.

"Well you can go find somewhere else." he sneered. The scent of alcohol on his breath was practically sickening.

"Is that so?" I flicked open my cellphone and dialled the cops.

"Washington City Police," a man answered.

"Hello, I would like to report an intoxicated gentleman trying to menace his way into the parking space my sisters have been guarding for me." I stated firmly.

"And your location?"

"One block north of the Fur Nightclub, parking area five," I reported calmly.

"We have a unit dispatched," the man's voice stated calmly.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" the man in the truck began screaming, getting out and coming after me. My sisters were flanking me the next moment, I gestured a hold your positions as the man froze and a group began gathering around us.

"Be warned," I stated sternly. "We do not wish to initiate violence, however we will not back down to bullies."

"Oh what, four against one?" the man sneered. Chromia snorted.

"Sir you are both outnumbered, and outmatched by any one of us," Arcee stated sternly. The man snarled and with the logic of a drunk man, threw a sloppy punch at me.

I caught his fist and had him facing one eighty in seconds, on his knees with his hand behind his back.

He began howling, struggling to get out of my submission and succeeding only in getting himself further trapped.

"Holy crap!" one of the gathering crowd shouted out.

"What the fuck is going on?" one of the bouncers bellowed, running toward us.

"No dude, she's totally in the right!" another man stated quickly.

"Well let him go!" the bouncer shouted at me. I nodded calmly and backed up a couple of steps. Of course the drunk staggered to his feet and tried to come after me again.

He was flat on his back the next second, courtesy of an impressive haymaker by the bouncer.

"Ah. One of those," the man stated mildly, flexing his hand.

"Are you alright?" I asked in concern, looking at his hand.

"Busted a knuckle, haven't had the chance to let it heal," the man grunted.

"Here, let me take a look," I stated calmly. I looked around and frowned somewhat. "Can I have ten feet space around the semi?" I shouted before slowly, carefully transforming. I knelt, slowly, making absolutely sure nobody got beneath me and brought myself to his level.

"Sorry, need my proper form to use the scanners," I stated cheerfully, delicately reaching out and taking his hand over one of my fingers. A rapid scan and I nodded. "Yep, you did a number on it, bone chip has dislocated from your knuckle, may I have permission to heal it properly?"

The bouncer stared at me in shock and nodded.

"Thank you, now, don't panic, this is gonna look stupid weird, but it's not going to hurt," I told him soothingly, sending out a small string of neural fibres from my finger and carefully slipping them into the man's hand, aligning the bones properly and sending a small flush of energon into the wounds, letting the nanites rebuild it properly before they retreated back to my frame.

"Right," I stated through the holoform, taking a swath of bandages from my own hand and carefully wrapping his. "Our... sorry, human bodies tend to react somewhat bizarrely when it comes to advanced healing, so try not to move your hand too much for the next several hours, and if you have any issue with your hand, you can contact me here." I smiled at him, offering my card with my phone number.

The man grinned and tentatively flexed his hand.

"Don't even hurt now!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

"Good," I smiled. "But do remember to treat it as though it's still broken for the next oh, eight hours or so."

"Got it," the man grinned, turning to scowl at the idiot on the ground. "You gonna scan him?" he asked curiously.

I shrugged and did a scan.

"You broke his jaw," I shrugged.

"You gonna fix it?"

"Bad idea."

"Why?"

"He's drunk, his jaw'll stop hurting and he'll start flapping his gums again. And when he does that he'll just re-damage the healed areas, except then he'll have a broken jaw and some massive scar tissue." I stated with a shrug.

"So don't move my hand."

"You catch on quick," I grinned at him as the femmes transformed.

"Uh, Kae?" Chromia asked curiously, poking my hip.

"Yeah Chrome?"

"Drunk idiot's unconscious, we can shove the truck out the way, would you park already so we can go dancing?" Arcee asked cheerfully.

"Mm, point," I murmured, I looked at the man's truck and very carefully pushed it out of the way. Didn't so much as scratch the paint.

What the hell, I straightened somewhat and centred myself properly in the space, transforming precisely eight inches from the curb.

"There see? I told you you'd get the hang of it," Arcee congratulated me cheerfully, patting my hood before the girls stepped up onto my chassis and resumed their alt forms.

I thought about it for a second and extended binder cables toward them, lightly connecting to my sisters and battening them in.

Our holoforms winked online beside each other, grinning in our clubbing clothes.

Just as the cops showed up.

The bouncer walked up to the car and leaned in the window.

"Dude, you missed all the fun," he grinned.

"The usual?"

"Totally unusual," the bouncer snorted. "Drunk idiot on the ground there decided that picking on Auto-bots was a brilliant idea."

The cop looked at him as though he were insane.

"Oh here, why don't I clear this up?" Arcee stated brightly, walking forward. The cop got out of the car and offered her a hand. "Good evening Officer, my name is Arcee, that's Chromia, Flareup and Archangel Prime, but everybody still calls her Mikaela. Now. I know you don't believe me, so just to clear things up-"

She winked her holoform out and lightly freed herself from my cables, transforming and sitting lightly on my chassis.

"Right, now that that's cleared up, here's what happened. Drunk idiot there tried to menace the three of us out of the spot we were guarding for Archangel. For two minutes, but we definitely got here first. Where she's parked, actually."

"They asked him real polite like to move along," one of the standers-by said earnestly, "and I mean real polite, more'n he deserved. Great loudmouthed bully 'e were bein', s'not cool to try t' push a bike out'a spot by bein' bigger."

"He went after the dark haired little one there," his buddy continued calmly, pointing to me. "She ninjitsued him onto his knees, prob'ly didn't even bruise him and held him there till the bouncer guy here told 'er to let 'im go. Which she did."

"At which point our drunk idiot tried to go after her again, and I gave him the usual woman-beater treatment." the bouncer finished.

"I thought your hand was broken," the cop snorted.

"Yeah, about that, turns out if you help out an auto-bot, they'll help you right back," the man grinned, holding up his hand.

"What, she bandaged you up?" the cop snorted.

"Reset the bones and everything," the bouncer grinned.

"He was definitely driving?" the second cop asked, looking at Arcee.

"I can give you video if you wish," she stated calmly.

The cops stared at her.

"Do you have a spare chip compatible to your computers on hand?" she asked calmly, leaning toward them.

The man nodded and scrambled back to his car, digging out a chip and offering it to her. She scanned it for a second and nodded, inserting it into her arm.

She began rapidly loading the video of what had happened.

"Don't forget to make it two dimensional and readable by human programs," I added mildly.

"Right," Arcee snorted, beginning again. In moments she had it loaded and delicately ejected the chip, handing it to the officer.

"It jumps around a bit," she stated apologetically. "Taken from my alt form and holoformatic perspectives."

"It's all good," the cop stated, staring at her in shocked awe. Arcee smirked at him.

"Didn't your parental units tell you it's rude to stare?" she asked wryly. "Of course I know why you're staring, it's because I. Am gorgeous."

"Oh quit showing off and online your holoform already!" I laughed at her.

"Is that an order Prime?" Arcee smirked at me.

"Of course not, my Lady Baroness," I smirked at her. "Politics do not mix with club night! Now come on! How is it I'm the one dragging you off to go dancing!?"

Arcee laughed and transformed, settling herself onto my chassis and onlining her holoform again. The four of us turned to grin at the cops, hands slipping into back pockets.

"Can we go can we go!?" Flareup trilled cheerfully.

"I think that's everything, yeah," the cop snorted. "Unless you want to press charges?"

"Nah, DUI should suffice," I stated gravely.

"Off you go then," the cop laughed.

The bouncer looked at us hesitantly.

"Hey! Do we get to stroke the bouncer's ego? He came to our rescue, after all," Chromia grinned.

"That's entirely up to him," Arcee chimed in with a grin.

"Sure?" the bouncer asked curiously.

The four of us whooped and split, Flare and Chrome grinning as they threaded their arms into his. Five wide, the bouncer promptly began grinning like a madman.

"Lead the way sir!" Flareup trilled cheerfully.

"And be prepared to strut, because Primus knows we are," Chromia added gleefully.

The bouncer straightened and led us to the nightclub, a broad smirk on his face as every man in the lineup looked at him enviously.

Straight past the lineup and into the club.

The bouncer paused among the grouping of his co-workers.

"Memorize these faces, boys, they go straight in," he smirked.

Chromia and Flare promptly squealed gleefully, reaching up to kiss his cheeks.

The scent of envy was heavy on the air.

The bouncer grinned at us and gestured us to continue in.

We went straight to the dance floor, dead centre, dancing and grinding against each other to the strong beat. Joined together, the four of us were thrilling with the heightened euphoria of the night.

A couple of hours, and several free drinks from hopefuls and our males made a rather dramatic entrance.

My Optimus had point, Ratchet and Ironhide flanking him, and Sideswipe directly behind. I saw them, the girls didn't until they were on us.

"Thought you'd get away on me?" Ironhide rumbled with a smirk, ensnaring his Chromia, she promptly squealed and threw herself on him. Flareup was twined around Sides the next moment as his holoform smirked broadly. Ratchet and Arcee were already dancing together, a good number of the men around us looking at his older holoform speculatively.

My Optimus had me by the waist, we weren't dancing, yet, simply gazing into each other's eyes. My arms crept up his chest as he pulled my holoform tightly to his.

I smirked and began grinding against him, earning a contented, sighing moan from him as we began dancing, pressed tightly together.

Men began trying to squeeze their way between my sister femmes and their potential mates. And a few women tried to go after our males. After a few minutes a group became rather irate. A man tried to throw a punch at Ratchet.

Arcee caught that fist, idly shoving the man back and continuing to dance with her consort. That went over well.

"What's the matter old man? Can't fight on your own?" the man sneered.

"Just ignore him," Arcee stated airily.

"As my beloved consort wishes," Ratchet rumbled with a patient smile, guiding his Arcee around again.

That went over really well.

"Who let the old guy in!" the man began shouting irately, trying to shove his way into the grouping the eight of us had automatically formed together.

Several people began shoving us.

"Kae? What is the human norm in this?" Optimus rumbled curiously.

"To remain peaceful? We either engage the bouncer's attention on these people, or we leave," I stated calmly. "However at this moment, I would suggest formation five."

Automatically, the eight of us spun, caught each other's shoulders with our own and dropped into a mildly threatening stance, eight together, watching each other's backs.

"With all due respect, Sir," Optimus rumbled loudly, catching the first man's eyes with a mild glare. "We are not here to fight, we are here to enjoy a night out together. Kindly leave us be." I couldn't help but smile at my bot, he had impeccable manners.

The bouncers strode over and stood between us and the irate group of men.

"Problem?" the bouncer whose hand I'd repaired asked mildly.

"We have no desire to cause a ruckus, sir," Optimus rumbled politely, nodding to him.

"Ruckus just seems to follow those gorgeous women of yours," the man stated in amusement, looking around at us.

"I cannot help but agree," Optimus snorted. "On both counts, they handle themselves well, don't they?"

"Military cut and royalty groomed," the bouncer grinned at us.

"Who the hell let the old guy in?" the drunk man demanded.

"That would be me," another stated flatly.

"What the hell is an old man doing in a club?" the man sneered. Ratchet snorted in irritation.

"Shirts off," he stated flatly, stepping forward. Optimus gently touched his shoulder.

"Ratchet," he stated calmly.

"I've had enough of this youngling rip calling me old," Ratchet growled. "Let the gathered decide whom is the better formed!"

"Humans don't do that," Optimus rumbled with a snort.

"We can in this case," the bouncer stated cheerfully as one ran off and grabbed the microphone, pressing it into his hand. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" he called out over the speakers as the music quieted. "We have a challenge tonight! Let's hear your vote ladies! Who's the better looking with his shirt on!"

He pointed to Ratchet, and despite the holoform's more mature appearance, he got a good round of applause. He pointed to the other man, youth taking advantage.

"Shirts off boys!" the bouncer announced. The drunk guy took his shirt off with a smirk, showing off a narrow waistline.

That's about all he had going for him.

Ratchet smirked and pulled his shirt off, his body flexing, and the muscles translated from his true form rippling.

Even the irate guy was staring.

I watched in amusement as Ironhide, Optimus and Sideswipe followed suit.

"Warriors Proud!" Ironhide roared.

"Warriors True!" Sideswipe bellowed back to him.

"Warriors' Honour!" my Optimus barked proudly.

"Warriors' Form," Ratchet growled, crossing his arms and taking his spot in the phalanx at my Optimus' side. They all glared the man down. Who at this point looked rather pathetically weedy next to our males.

Arcee caught my eye with a smirk and wound herself around Ratchet.

"Give us a fat beat boyo!" Flareup called out, proudly winding herself around Sides. The DJ obliged her gleefully, and a familiar song began playing, the lot of us began hooting gleefully.

"I'm Fucked uuup! If you're not drunk ladies and gentlemen! Get ready to get fucked up, let's do it ha ha!-"

Club night was the night we could let our hair down and our sparks out. A couple more hours and we were grinning madly at each other.

"What do you think, your place or mine?" Sides asked Flare teasingly.

"Mm, let's go to your place," she purred at him.

I couldn't stop smirking as my Optimus led me toward the doors, nodding cheerfully to the bouncers as our unit exited together.

Optimus promptly began staring at me as I pulled out of my space. The girls cheerfully climbing into my cab before offlining their holos.

He was tailing me the entire way home, all of the males were. The femmes transformed and shot sultry, commanding glances at their males.

I could barely hold back my laughter as I drove to my mate's quarters, he was tailing me like a lost puppy.

He transformed and laid a heavy hand on my cab.

"Stay," he rumbled with a smirk as I parked and looked at him curiously, his hands began teasing my armour, and I was hard pressed to stay in my alt form.

His holoform onlined and he smirked at me, bringing out a polisher and wax.

"My turn," he rumbled with a broad smirk.

"Oh Primus," I whimpered softly as he began wiping my armour down and polishing me to a gleaming shine.

He spent an hour tormenting me until I couldn't take it any longer.

"What- ohhhh..." he moaned as I transformed, tackling him onto our berth.

A good night, after all, is a night a femme can spend making her bot moan.