Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers, just the story.

Chapter 3: Snuggles

The Ark's door bell (recently installed by a curious Wheeljack) rang and Moonracer walked over to the door, sliding up the make shift garage door they had installed to keep out wild life and dust storms to see who it was. There were no humans or mechs on the other side; just a basket with a tiny ball of red and white fur amidst the folds of a red and white checkered picnic blanket. Moonracer tilted her head to the side curiously as she picked up the basket.

"What's this?" she muttered quietly.

Suddenly, the ball of red and white fur moved. Moonracer reared her head back in surprise as the red and white ball of fur sat up and yawned, revealing a kitten. His fur was scarlet with white upper legs and blue lower legs with black ears and head top and large red eyes. His tail was short and thin, ending with a suddenly large white-tipped bushy puff ball. A tiny little gun was on either shoulder and two tiny cardboard jet wings were attached to him via a harness that circled his waist, neck, and shoulders. He yawned, exposing a cute, tiny pink tongue, and leaned over the side of the basket, rubbing his head.

"Ugh, what happened?" he groaned.

"Aww, you're so cute!" Moonracer exclaimed, hugging the basket close to her self. "Aww, look at those tiny little wings!"

"Autobots!" the kitten gasped, his fur standing on end as Moonracer took him into the Ark. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you so huge? Why am I here? What—" He looked down at himself, then sat up high on his haunches, front feet raised in the air, as his fur puffed up in shock.

"What am I!?" he yelled. "Curse you, Megatron! You will rue the day you messed with Decepticon Seeker Starscream, destined ruler of the Decepticons!"

"Is that you, Starscream?" Moonracer chuckled, rubbing his head gently with her knuckles. "I could hardly recognize you!"

"Put me down, femme, before I blast you!" Starscream snarled, pointing his little shoulder cannons at Moonracer.

Moonracer ignored him, putting him on a table and taking him out of the basket before heading over to a cupboard on the near by wall.

"Oh, you're just cranky because you haven't had your milk yet!" she scolded. "Ratchet's always on the verge of clawing up the furniture, but we just give him some milk and cream and he's as sweet as an angel."

"The medic drinks milk?" Starscream asked as one ear and his tail flopping down in confusion as he tilted his head to the side.

"Well, he has been ever sense he, Bumblebee, and Hound got turned into cats by Rumble and Frenzy a few days ago. Here you go; some milk to make you happy."

Thus speaking, the green femme set a large saucer of milk in front of Starscream. Starscream grimaced, but the cold liquid smelled oddly delicious. Hesitantly, he tapped a paw in the liquid and licked it. His ears, tail, cardboard wings, and even his guns stood straight up in surprise then he dropped down to all fours and eagerly began lapping up the drink. Moonracer petted him as he drank and he began purring between drinks.

"You know," Moonracer said. "You're bigger than the Autobot kitties."

"Decepticons are… bigger than Autobots…. period," Starscream replied, pausing frequently to lap up the milk.

His ears perked up and he stopped drinking, milk dripping from his chin, as paws pattered into the room. A tiny yellow kitten ran into the room and pawed at Moonracer's ankle, mewing pitifully.

"Moonracer!" the kitten called up in a little child's voice. "I wanna milk, too!"

"Okay, okay, Bumblebee," Moonracer chuckled, picking the tiny kitten up and setting him on the table beside the saucer. "There's plenty left."

The kitten Bumblebee was tiny, even by human standards, and thus able to be held in Starscream's paw and making Starscream realize that he was just a little bigger than a human. Bumblebee-kitten was yellow with black rings around his ankles and a stripe on his back running from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. His ears were small and shaped in a way like horns. The only thing big about him were his blue eyes; Primus, how could a kitten have such an enormous eyes!? Was there room for his brain?

But Starscream couldn't lie; he was cute.

A minute later, another cat entered and this one, Moonracer put on the table. This one was larger than Bumblebee, an average cat size, and Starscream still outsized him. He was all white with red paws and a red health cross on either shoulder. The fur on his eye brows was black and puffy, making a recognizable V-shaped forehead decoration of the infamous medic.

Starscream stared at kitty-made Ratchet and Bumblebee, struggling between killing them or laughing at them. After a moment, Bumblebee looked up, then, still staring at Starscream, batted him on the shoulder and pointed at Starscream with the same paw. Ratchet looked at Bumblebee, then at Starscream. For a long moment they all stared at each other.

Then they all burst out laughing at each other, rolling around and gloating in each other's shared misfortunes.

"Frenzy and Rumble, right?" Ratchet laughed.

"Megatron, but yes, it was their fault," Starscream snickered. He got to his feet, his tail snapping around mischievously as he fixed his red eyes on Bumblebee. "Now, enough with pleasantries. If I am to be exiled here, I am going to need to install my position of dominance over you."

"Huh?" Bumblebee asked.

Starscream bounded forward then, catching the tiny Bumblebee up in his mouth by the scruff of his neck, just like Ravage had done to Megatron, and jumped from the table. For a moment, when he realized how far down the floor was and that he had no jets, he was scared. But he landed without incident and had but a moment to wonder how such an organic body could land so easily and effortlessly; organics were not of his field. But then Ratchet landed behind him, fur on end and hissing and spitting in rage.

Starscream looked back at Ratchet, his own fur and back arching up as his ears laid back and growled in a mute warning before he took off out of the room with Ratchet chasing after him. Moonracer sat at the table dumbly for a moment then tapped the side of her head to use the communication's link.

"Uh, hey, Elita? I know you're here on vacation and all with Optimus, but, uh, we kind of have a situation…"

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"Waah! Put me down!" kitten Bumblebee whined. "I wanna down! I wanna down!"

"Did your intelligence decrease with your dignity in this form?" Starscream growled through a mouth full of Bumblebee fur.

He stopped at a junction of halls, looked around, then chose one and ran down it.

"Wheeljack says it's because I'm so small, but Jacky's working on a thingy to turn us back to mechs. Put me down! Put me down! Waah!" the kitten cried.

"Oh, Primus protect me," Starscream groaned.

Starscream skidded to a halt, sitting down hard, when a door in front of him exploded outward. Heat rushed past them, making his ears and tail fly backwards and muting the wide-eyed, crying Bumblebee kitten. Ratchet skidded to a halt behind them, also caught off guard by the explosion. A grey hound tumbled out of the smoking laboratory, shaking his dizzy head. He was green in color with darker green spots decorating his rear flank and yellow bands around his leg joins and black below his knees. A white cone device was on his shoulder.

The dog shook his head, standing straight, looking down at himself.

"Hound?" Bumblebee squeaked.

The dog looked up then his jaw dropped open in a doggy smile as his tail began to wag. He ran at the cats, barking loudly and eagerly. Starscream's, Ratchet's, and Bumblebee's eyes widened, then screamed in unison. Bumblebee was lucky to be picked up again by Starscream before he turned around and ran away with Hound the hound chasing after him, filling the Ark with his barks. Ratchet ran long side, also screaming for his life. Wheeljack crawled out of the laboratory behind him, looking after them. He tapped a hand to the side of his head to access the comm. Link.

"Uh, yeah, Optimus? I know it's your day off and all, but we kind of have situation…"

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Jazz was sitting back in a chair, feet on the table he was at and sipping energon when

Starscream with Bumblebee ran by first, followed by Ratchet, then Hound.

"Help us!!" Ratchet screamed up at the robot before he ran out of the room.

Jazz over balanced and fell out of his chair, dropping his energon, but jumped back to his feet and chased after the shire horse-sized dog and red and white cat, the horse-sized Starscream, and the runty Bumblebee kitten. He already recognized the dog by the colors. Wheeljack had said that he had been working on an invention to reverse the kitty effects; he guessed that the device wasn't quite perfect yet.

"Hound!" he shouted. "Knock it off!"

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Optimus and Elita One, mean while, were sitting on a couch in one of the wreck rooms, laying in each other's optics as they gazed into each others optics as they were about to confess one another's love to each other. Oh, how they could just sit there forever and ever, loving and caring for one another—

Until a trio of screaming cats, one freakishly large and one freakishly tiny, a barking giant-sized dog, and one very worried, shouting Jazz came running through their wreck room. The chase ran around and around their couch, the cats screaming and the dog barking all the time as Jazz desperately tried to catch Hound.

"Hound! Hound! Down boy, down!" Jazz yelled. "Get a hold of yourself, buddy, this isn't you! Hound!"

Jazz lunged for the dog, missing, and fell flat on his stomach in front of the couch. The cats ran over his back on their next lap around before streaking out of the room through different exits. Hound jumped up onto Jazz's head, smacking his face into the floor, and used it as a spring board to make a large leap and chase after Starscream and Bumblebee. Jazz groaned as he sat up and looked up at Optimus and Elita One.

"Um, Optimus--?" he began.

Two minutes later, Jazz was kicked out of the wreck room and the doors to the wreck room were locked with large Do Not Disturb signs pasted to their doors. Elita One and Optimus stayed in side. Jazz stared at the doors, whimpering in frustration, but jumped to his feet and ran off when he heard a distant crash.

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Starscream and Bumblebee had been cornered in the med bay. A tool box lay where it had fallen off the table after Hound had ran into it. Starscream was standing on his hind legs with his front legs were spread as far as they could against the wall for support, his back to the wall. Bumblebee dangled from his mouth; a tiny yellow and black fur ball with tears building in his enormous blue eyes as he stared up at the drooling, sharp-toothed Hound. The dog-nuts Hound approached them, drool dripping from his stinking maw as he stared at them with wide blue eyes. Bumblebee's lower lip quivered…

Then he opened his mouth wide and started bawling.

Starscream looked down at his prisoner while Hound backed up, his face turning into an "O" of surprise as he sat back on his haunches. He raised a green paw and gently batted Bumblebee.

"Hey, 'Bee," he said. "I was just joking, man!"

"Hound!" a blue femme, Chromia, scolded as she and Moonracer entered the med bay. "Stop teasing Bumblebee! You know he's only a baby kitten!"

Firestar followed them, holding Ratchet in one hand she petted him with the other.

"Sorry, Chromia," Hound whimpered. "But it was fun!"

"Well, don't do it any more," Chromia scolded.

Suddenly, she swooped Starscream up in her arms and, do to Starscream's giant stature for a cat, Chromia was free to nuzzle him without crushing him, seemingly to completely forget the tiny Bumblebee in his mouth.

"Aww, you must by little itty bitty Screamy!" she cooed, hugging Starscream close. "Look at how cute you are with that tiny gun and those iddy bitty wings. And you're so soft, too! Aww!!"

"Hey, aren't I cute and soft any more?"Hound whined.

"Yes, Hound, you are," Moonracer chuckled, kneeling and petting him. "Hey, wanna play catch?"

Hound's ears perked up as his tail thunked against the floor.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" he panted. "Catch! Catch! I wanna play catch!"

When Jazz finally found the animal-Formers later, they were in the main lobby of the Ark. Moonracer was playing catch with Hound, Firestar was scratching Ratchet behind his ears, and Firestar was using a length of string to play with tiny Bumblebee while Chromia rubbed Starscream's tummy. Ironhide, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Prowl were all sitting off to the side, glaring daggers at the animals, Starscream in particular.

"Well," Jazz panted. "It's nice to see no one's eaten any one else yet."

"Look at him," Ironhide growled, watching Starscream wriggle happily as Chromia rubbed his tummy. "He's a Decepticon! He's only here because he got hitched and ditched by his own guys. What does he have that we don't?"

"Fur," Prowl said.

"Paws," Sunstreaker said.

"Huge, adorable eyes," Sideswipe said.

"A tail," Jazz suggested.

A long moment of silence ensued. Ironhide's optic twitched when Bumblebee snuck up behind Starscream and pounced on his tail, drawing giggles from the femmes. Wheeljack entered then, covered in smoke and carrying a box device with a single pointing cone on one side with a keyboard controller on the other end.

"Wheeljack, make me an organic," Ironhide said, standing up and turning to the inventor.

Wheeljack stared at Ironhide for a long moment. Then his head blipped as his ear fins' lights blinked on and off once.

"Isn't the whole point of this project is to turn our mech friends back from being organics?" he asked.

Ironhide placed a hand on Wheeljack's shoulder, turning him as the other pointed to the femmes. Firestar was on her back on a bench with Ratchet on her chassis, playfully batting at her nose.

"Hmm, I see," Wheeljack stated.

He looked down at his device and typed in some commands. Shutting off his optics in a style of closing his eyes, he turned the device on himself. A bright flash of light flew from the cone pointer and hit him. A flash lit up the scene before the box device clattered to the floor. Beside it was a slightly large Earth-sized cat, covered in thin, scruffy white fur with long, thin limbs and an even longer thin tail. His chest was decorated with a red square and a larger green square surrounding it and extending slightly onto his back, looking much like a tabard. Oh, and his ears, trimmed in red with an outlining green line, were huge.

If you though Megatron's ears were huge, Wheeljack cat's ears were so big, they were each larger than his head and it was nothing short of a miracle or a breaking the laws of physics that kept his head up. That's how huge they were. If a Chihuahua looked at him, it would laugh. If an elephant looked at him, it would show him how to use the ears to flap and cool them off. They were so huge, Dumbo and him could start a club for Freakishly Big Ears. That's how huge they were. They were so huge, all he'd have to do was jump off of somewhere high while there was a good wind and he would fly. That's how huge they were.

He shook himself off, looking down at himself then grinned cheekily up at the shell-shocked watching mechs as he confidently strutted over to the femmes.

"So long, suckers," he said. To the femmes, who had failed to notice his transformation, he called, "Ladies!"

"Wheeljack?" Firestar asked, gently scooping the cat up. "What happened to you?"

"My invention back fired on me," Wheeljack sighed with fake dismay, rolling over in her hand. "Guess I'm stuck like this."

"Aww, poor Wheeljack," Firestar cooed, using the tip of her pinky to rub the back of his head.

Wheeljack started purring.

"Well, you gotta admit that that was a good move," Sideswipe commented.

Reluctant agreements came from Prowl, Jazz, and Ironhide. Sunstreaker watched the scene with the animal-formers and femmes, his face stone cold. Then his optic twitched as he drew his gun and stepped forward.

"I'm taking all of his nine lives—"he began.

Jazz, Prowl, and Sideswipe all stopped him, though, and pushed him back, quickly protesting against his death threats. Their actions went unnoticed as the femmes watched little Bumblebee begin swatting at Starscream's whiskers. Starscream only put up with it because he was in a good mood.

"Look, bro," Sideswipe told his brother. "I know it's tempting and all, but chicks get bored of pets easily. We just have to find out how to work Wheeljack's invention and turn them back—"

Moonracer released a very girly giggle as Starscream mocked a paw swipe at Bumblebee and the tiny kitten over reacted, jumping extremely and miraculously high up in the air. That was enough to make Sideswipe draw his own gun and turned to the femmes.

"On second thought, I call Starscream—"he began, but was held back by Jazz, Prowl, and Sunstreaker.

Ironhide, mean while, was kneeling on the floor and looking over Wheeljack's invention. Thinking he had gotten it right, he pressed some buttons on it. He was knocked off his feet by the force of the light shooting from the invention, which streaked through the air, right over the femmes' heads…

And into Optimus Prime and Elita One as they entered the room.

"Alright, Jazz, now what's the matter—"the Autobot leader began to ask.

"Look out!!" everyone screamed.

A flash appeared as the two Autobots were hit. For a moment, mist covered the area where they were. When it cleared there, sitting in their place were two… foxes?

Yeap, foxes; Optimus was red with blue feet, tail tip, and head top with a silver muzzle. Beside him, as Elita One, was a pink vixen with silver fur areas on her feet, knee joints, tail tip, muzzle, and collar. While Optimus had blue eyes, Elita One's eyes were pink.

Everyone remained where they were, Elita One and Optimus prime looking down at themselves in confusion while everyone else had a manga-style "OMG no!" look on their face. You know the type; jaws dropped open wide, eyes are huge, white circles of shock, probably one hand raised as they are about to defend themselves against a hopeless punishment, and a dark shadow of pure awkward horror on one side of their faces. Yeah, that "OMG, no!" face.

Optimus looked at Elita One up and down.

"You look hot," he stated.

Elita One's ears perked up then she looked away, probably blushing, as Optimus looked back at everyone.

"May some one explain to me what has been going on to disrupt my date and turn my date and myself into organics before I give in to this inner feeling I have right now and start chewing faces off?" he asked.