Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Note : This prank actually has a warning attached! Rated for some kind of graphic mentions of, uh...washing an Autobot. I still say 'T' because it's not that graphic (then again, I don't know what graphic is when it comes to...washing an Autobot -.-'), so I'm going to say... Ok, I've never done a scene like this, but lets just say this prank has the girls putting the 'evil' in Devil. O.o
Wolf Mystic - LOL Those girls are evil. I'll give you that. Hm, I haven't done any with Optimus in a while, have I? I'll see what I can think of.
Starfire201 - Oh don't worry, this chapter will get revenge for every prank he's ever pulled.
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(Mikaela's POV)
Raising an eyebrow, I crosed my arms over my chest, as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stared down at me. I was also aware of a pretty steamed but suscpisiouly silent Sarah Lennox at my side. "What was that, bolts-for-brains?" I shot back, feeling my ire rise.
Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge back, even as he glanced at the frozen image on the television screen in front of us. "I said that was a lucky break, squishy." He narrowed his optics. "You were just lucky you had a lot of help and caught them unaware."
Looking to Sarah, I bit my lip a long moment. "Oh, really. Huh." Turning to them, I smirked. "You're just jealous our pranks outranked anything you've ever come up with. Come on, Sarah." Turning to my partner in crime. "We have better things to do than to listen to their whining." Crouching down, I climbed down a strategically placed ladder and walked out of the room.
Once I was outside, I growled a little. "They had no right to say that! They know our prank was gold." I almost stomped down the hall, I was so angry. "Ohhhh!"
"What we need is to get them back." Sarah was glaring at the hall as she walked, and any smart soldiers walking down the hall kept clear of her sight. "We need a prank. Something that would humiliate them, and something they wouldn't expect."
"Something personal." I growled. I paused at the doors to the med bay, and suddenly smirked. "And maybe a little help." Entering the med bay, I smirked up at Ratchet, who took one look at us and raised an optic ridge. "We need a little help with a prank."
"After the 'Popcorn' event?" He folded his arms over his chest.
My smirk shook a little, and a bubble of laughter burst forth as I recalled the image of the dancing bots. "Uh..." I coughed a little, trying to hide my laughter, and almost lost it at Sarah's choked off snickers. "Actually... This involves the twins."
Promptly, we were scooped up into large hands and deposited on an Autobot-sized berth. Ratchet bent down, his optics light with interest. "What is your idea?"
His sudden interest only served to amuse me. "Well, we don't know yet. We were hoping for something really personal." I thought for a moment. "We don't really have a lot planned for the next few days. Sam and Bee are out at a meeting with Optimus, at the Tomb of the Primes in Egypt. I think...the only plans we had were to clean up a few of the cars."
Ratchet's optics flashed brightly. "Something personal, you said?" He seemed to process that. "Are you aware of how sensitive our alternate bodies are?"
I mentally recalled the way Bumblebee would twitch and shift, sometimes odd little noises coming from his engine, when I would wash him. When I slipped my hands into little crevices, the sounds would get louder, and I even recalled light blue energy dancing over my fingers and up my arms as I went. "Sensitive...." As in... I promptly blushed as I turned to Sarah with wide eyes.
"I've washed Ironhide..." Sarah's expression was almost as disturbed as I felt. Turning to me with wide blue eyes, her jaw dropped. "You mean he was getting off on it??" She shuddered and looked down at her hands in horror.
I nodded shakily and turned back to Ratchet. "You... Why would you wait until now to tell us this??" Why didn't we notice?!
He raised an optic ridge. "The energy is harmless to humans. If you had been Crybertronian, there might be a slight issue with possibly conceiving-" Sarah and I gasped, but he continued on as though he hadn't heard us. "But as your physiology is so different, you are safe. Even the radiation levels are low enough to be safe."
Wait... My eyes widened as I was suddenly hit with an idea. "I've got it!" Quickly, I began explaining my idea to Ratchet and Sarah. At first, Sarah looked disgusted with my idea, but as I explained it, she slowly began to smirk.
As we left, Sarah made a call to a friend of hers, requesting special equipment for our prank, and Ratchet was already working on 'modified' scan results.
(That Afternoon)
I tugged on my short jean cutoffs as I carried a bucket of warm water to just outisde the door of the main hangar, to where it ran into the driveway outside. I set it down, turned around and went back, grabbing two more, one with a sponge in it.
"Hey 'Kaela." Sarah smirked as she joined me, also dressed in a tank top and shorts. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and I spotted Will pausing and clearly appreciating the view, before Epps appeared and practically dragged him off. I watched the door a moment, and just as I mentally predicted, Will's head popped around the corner, followed by Sam.
I smirked and waved, watching as Sarah turned and smirked at the boys, mimicking my wave. Epps reappeared with Jazz, and both men were grabbed up in large metallic claws, and carried off.
"Hey, Sarah." I laughed a little as she hauled two buckets of warm water. "So, pick out who in particular we're going to...?"
Her eyes sparked as she bent down and pushed a sponge into the soapy water, before squeezing it out. "I was thinking you get Sides, and I'll get Sunny. You up to our 'roles'?"
I raised an eyebrow, looked around and cleared my throat dramatically. Then I widened my eyes. "I'm sorry. You guys were right." I set my voice to low and submissive, pouting a little as I spoke. "So I wanted to make things right. Sarah and I were thinking of giving you guys a wash?"
She looked up at me and laughed. Then we heard the sound of two top performance engines racing in our direction and we schooled our faces. "Show time." She whispered, her eyes sparkling a little as she hefted the soapy, wet sponge and turned to face the hangar.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker raced into the hangar, squealing to a stop in front of us, and seemed to idle there a moment. Exchanging a glance with Sarah, we each grabbed a bucket and dumped the contents over the cars.
"Hey!" Sunstreaker spluttered a moment, his engine revving as he sped back about a foot before pausing. "What the slag?"
"Well..." I had to take a second to make sure I didn't start laughing. "We realized we were wrong earlier. We didn't mean... I mean you guys are the kings of pranks." I heard their engines rumbling, as if to say 'told you so', and bit back a smirk as I crossed my fingers behind my back. "So we wanted to apologize. We thought what better way than to give you guys a good wash?" I leaned forward, lightly slapped the soapy spunge on Sideswipe's hood and began washing.
Meanwhile, I saw Sarah doing the same, going right for the edge of the hood, where the windshield wipers were attached and slipping her fingertips into the little space there, causing Sunstreaker's engine to rev loudly.
I felt my face burn as I quickly traced the edges of the hood with my own fingertips, tracing the hood before slipping down and running my nails lightly over the headlights, tapping slightly before moving to the front grill. Huh, the headlights and front grill almost look like a smiley face. I shook my head to clear away that thought and slipped the soapy sponge into the grill, getting into every little crevice.
Sideswipe shook a little, as if trembling, and his engine sputtered. "Yeah, uh... There's a lot of dirt in there." He almost seemed to groan as he shivered a little again. "Right there." He purred happily.
"Pervert." Sarah muttered quietly from Sunstreaker's body, giggling a little.
And yet we're the ones washing them. I thought back, trying not to giggle.
Biting my lip hard, I heard Sunstreaker's engine rev in a very familiar fashion, and kept my eyes glued to the task at hand, as I moved back to the front. Struggling to keep from smirking, I wrapped the sponge around the windshield wiper and stroked up one a little before repeating the action with the other, causing a powerful surging growl from the engine me, before I let them lightly slap the windwhield and ran the sponge over the tempered glass lightly.
Sarah giggled a little as Sunstreaker growled, and when I glanced over, she was cleaning the wheel wells of the front wheels.
Ohhh! Ticklish, huh? I let my smirk out as I finished the front and began following her lead. Vaguely, I recalled what I did that Bee really responded to and began mimicking that with Sideswipe. Before long, I had the silver Corvette shaking and rumbling beneath my fingertips, even as I wiped over the back windwhields and began running my hands over the trunk.
Ratchet had informed us about several sensor relays that would increase sensitivity over their entire bodies, and Sarah and I worked diligently to make sure and hit every last one.
With a sudden growl, Sunstreaker shook violently, his body dancing with waves of blue electrical energy. The energy ran over his alternate form, causing him to tremble violently, and over into Sarah, from where she was posed by a back wheel well.
She shivered a little and gasped, her eyes widening before she pulled away from the car.
I paused in washing Sideswipe, getting an almost pleading rev from his loudly rumbling engine. Looking back down, I licked my lips and returned to my own work. It wasn't too long, however, before he followed his brother's lead, shaking and trembling with a rev. The electricity ran up my arms as I finished with final swipes of the sponge over his trunk and tail pipe, and I shivered a little at the pleasant feel of it.
As both Corvettes sank down on their axles, I smirked. Grabbing the last two clean buckets of water, I handed one to Sarah, exchanged a look with her, and we dumped them over the cars before setting them down and leaving the area.
"We'll let them clean up, shall we?" Sarah wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
I nodded a little. "Teach them to be perverts."
We exchanged a laugh, a look, and ran back to our rooms laughing our asses off, knowing it would be a looonnng night.
(The Next Day)
Sarah had her back to me and I finished the straps. I took a good look at her, hunching awkwardly because of my own bulge, and giggled. "Ready." Turning to the bed, I awkwardly bent over and grabbed a maternity gown. It was one of Sarah's from when she'd been carrying Annabelle. I handed a second to her. "By the way, where's Will?"
Sarah laughed loudly, clutching at her bulging stomach. "He's out with Ironhide. I didn't wanna scar him for life." She laughed again.
I laughed as well, remembering when I'd asked Bumblebee to keep Sam away from base today, just because I didn't want to scare him. "Yeah, so's Sam. He's out with Bee." I giggled hysterically, trying to imagine his reponse to this situation.
Pulling the gown over my head, I pulled it down evenly and checked myself out. "Ready."
Sarah nodded, checking herself out, too. "Me, too." Picking up her phone, she dialed a familiar number. "Ratchet? We're ready."
Not long after, a loud blare of emergency sirens echoed down the hall, and Sarah and I both waddled out of the room, trying to look like we were in pain. We hunched awkwardly and waited by the door, struggling hard not to laugh at the shocked looks on the faces of a few soldiers who looked at us and saw our, uh...situations.
Ratchet raced down the halls, spinning upon reaching us, and throwing his back doors open. His holographic form exited the back instantly and carefully helped us both inside, acting like he was doing everything to keep from panicking.
As soon as the door were shut, we began to giggle, and Ratchet's laughter came over his speakers. As soon as we reached the med bay, we schooled our faces, hopped out and had Ratchet help us up onto a berth.
"Very realistic." He eyed our stomachs with a raised optic ridge.
Once we were up, we stood around awkwardly as he tinkered around the room for a few moments, before his optics dimmed. he smirked a little, even as he swung a hanging screen over to the berth, and pulled something up on it.
A few moments later, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came rushing into the bay.
"What is it?? What's the emergency?!"
"How could you?!" I screamed, placing one hand over my stomach. "What... What..." Shaking my head, I looked down at my 'bulging stomach' and pretended to be struggling not to cry.
"Why didn't you warn us this could happen??" Sarah's eyes were wide, her expression betrayed.
Both mechs looked at each other, before turning to us. Their optics widened as they took in our conditions, and they looked at Ratchet, who remained silent and pointed to the screen hanging above us. As one, both mechs turned to it, their jaws dropping as they read whatever was on it.
"What... What the frag is this?!"
"Congratulations." Ratchet looked farly shell shocked. "Twins. Both of them." He once again pointed to the screen we couldn't really see.
"WHAT?!?!" Both twins stared at Ratchet a long moment, before looking to the screen, then down at us. I don't think I'd ever seen such wide optics.
"But... But... But.... How??" Sideswipe looked down at us.
Ratchet smirked briefly, I saw, but it was gone again before the twins could look up at him. "Well, when a mech and a femme really love each other-"
"Shut it, smartaft!" Sunstreaker was glaring. "We're not even physically compatible."
"That would....normally be true, however...." I'd known Ratchet well enough by now to notice the way his lips trembled a little as he paused dramatically, catching the twins' undivided attention. "These femmes have been around Autobots for a long time, I believe allowing the spark radiation of the guardians to possibly alter their body chemistry, slightly." He pretended to think about it a moment, then sighed. "Like we needed another set of twins around here, let alone two. And all mechs, too." He shook his head.
The twins were staring at us in undisguised horror, almost swaying on their feet.
I decided to ham it up a little. "Twins." I turned to Sarah. "Twins!" I pointed to my stomach. Then I widened my eyes as something came to mind. Turning to the door, I felt my eyes water and my lips tremble dangerously as Prowl walked in the open door. Oh crap! Well, when in Rome... "Ratchet, will they have teeth like Megatron?!?!"
Prowl froze, taking in our forms. He stood still in the doorway, his optics going from Sarah and myself, to the screen above us, his optics widening impossibly. Then he looked to Ratchet, who saw him and appeared to be shaking, and to the twins standing frozen in disbelieving shock. Then his optics made the trips again. Us, screen, Ratchet, twins. Us, screen, Ratchet, twins.
His head began to smoke violently and his optics twitched.
A strange sound escaped Sarah's throat, and her eyes widened even more. "Oh my God! I'm so not nursing, if that's the case!" She crossed her arms over her chest, as if trying to protect herself.
There was the sound of loud pops, and an even louder thud.
Ratchet looked at us a moment, and then doubled up laughing loudly.
I couldn't help and followed suit. "Oh man, Sarah!" I giggled violently. "Nursing." I snickered again, and looked over. "That was perfect!"
Ratchet turned to the door and began laughing even harder. "Oh sweet Primus!" He tapped the screen above our heads and it turned off, before returning to it's original position.
"Who are the best pranksters around?" I smirked and stood up straight, giggling and holding my hand up as Sarah smacked it in a high five. "It's not you two."
Prowl looked back and forth, frowning at Ratchet before turning to us. "A prank..." He raised an optic ridge.
I nodded. Reaching down, I lifted the dress to show the tank top and shorts I was wearing underneath, and the plastic 'belly' over them. With a snicker, I turned and stared down at the two offlined mechs. "Never expected them to faint about it, though."
Needless to say, the twins never again gave us trouble about the quality of our pranks. Especially not when they learned we have video taped proof of it.
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