"Bet."
"What?" Arcee asked.
"Bet," Miko said. "One week, we'll see who can rack up the greatest number of victories through argument, proving who's best at verbal warfare. You win, I'll play nothing but country music for a month and wear flannel and jeans, maybe even a hat. I win, you do any mission you have next month in one of those fancy smancy Lolita dresses I can get from my cousin at a quarter of the price. I can get it tailored to your size too free. Bet right now. I dare you...unless you don't have the bearings-"
"Fine," she growled, "but I intend to win, just so you know. Prepare to be a cowgirl, Miko."
The wicked smirk the girl had on her features was unsettling, but they shook hands regardless. "It's a bet."
It wasn't a great bet, not even great rewards or losses but within a week's time, Arcee...lost. Miko had not told her she had a contingency plan. Any argument between the team, including the humans, had to be won accordingly. She didn't expect Miko to have such good rebuttals in her defense. That left Arcee miserably falling behind. What Miko may have lacked knowledgably in school, she made up for in witty comebacks, something even Arcee couldn't compete against.
When she found out Ratchet was in on it, that's what got her the most and made her suspicious. While the results were posted, she closed her optics as Miko was practically wheezing on the couch. She sounded like she was dying of laughter, twice almost falling off the damn thing and once with her head tiled back over the top of it. At this point, Arcee was waiting for her to die to end the embarrassment.
"YES! VICTORY!" Miko screamed like a banshee. Then she profusely began texting her cousin, biting her lip in anticipation much to Arcee's horror. "Wait, how tall are you?"
She wasn't going to answer that, but Ratchet did. "Thirteen feet and five inches."
"Bust and waist size?"
Arcee mumbled, "Miko..."
"Guess-timate, got it."
Pinching the bridge of her nose plate, she wanted so badly to curl up and die.
"He also makes waist garters and under-"
"Miko, I am three seconds away from shooting you."
"I'm sorry," she mumbled amused as she continued to type.
One month later...
"Miko," Agent Fowler sighed, "care to tell me why this package was sent to my office from Tokyo, Japan?"
Miko and Arcee exchanged looks before the former smirked, "Because by using the military flights, it got here a lot faster. Two-day shipping, got to love that. It's for Arcee."
The femme was not pleased at picking up the rather large crate that Fowler had to bring on a pallet jack stored in the base. She was about to open it when she remembered she was being watched by all her teammates sans Optimus, Jack, and Raf. The two other kids were thankfully with June and Raf's mother who were great friends and wanted to do a mother-son retreat. The two boys were probably miserable, not as much as her.
She then gestured to Miko angrily. "You, follow me."
Miko grinned like mad as they went to Arcee's room. None of the other bots said much about it until they heard Arcee yelled, "MIKO!"
"I regret nothing," her voice echoed not as powerful as the base-shaking tone Arcee had. Then a click of the phone was heard as well as a snicker.
The day came when Arcee finally had to wear the ghastly outfit she had received, a day of Miko's choosing more so. As the other bots were sent out to scout for Energon, Arcee was called over by Ratchet.
"I want you to deliver this mixture of Pink Energon to Optimus in the Sierra Nevada mountains. He is currently with Agent Fowler and unable to pick it up for testing. I would send it through the ground bridge but there's been a few problems with the system, so you'll have to drive over there. It shouldn't take long, maybe four hours to get to California."
Arcee thought not much of it until she heard Miko coughing loudly. "What?"
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Not today. Any other mission, but not today."
"Oh, you're going to do it today or our deal is extended. Three missions with the dress and I broadcast the photo to the Autobots."
The femme narrowed her optics, "You wouldn't."
The cheesy grin and a wave of her phone, Miko assured her that she would. With a growl, Arcee stomped to her quarters and put on the dress and the accessories that came with it. When she came out, Ratchet had to do a double take on what he was seeing. Miko was already taking as many pictures as she could.
Arcee had on a fancy red lace halter Lolita dress that reached just above her mid-thigh, showing the red garters attached by a waist suspender hidden under the dress. Detached red lace sleeves on her upper arms were partially covered from the cape attached to the collar around her neck, its hood down to not cover Arcee's Lolita lace bow headband. Miko made a motion to twirl, and she maliciously complied, spinning while flipping her off. The lacy underwear was the cherry on top which made Ratchet's engines sputter.
The entire time they were gawking at her, heat flared across her face as the outfit was somewhat tight. Kudos to Miko's cousin for getting the estimate right though a bit too small around the breast plating. She could see Miko's enthusiasm and Ratchet trying desperately not to stare for too long. She felt like a doll, her movements slightly restricted and she couldn't transform. So much for a four-hour drive...
"Best sixty bucks I ever spent."
"This outfit only cost that much?" Arcee asked perplexed.
"Yeah, my cousin and I are on a huge I.O.U. basis because of a lot of stupidity hanging around each other, so I called this one for when he killed Mimi, my first cat...ran over her with my uncle's truck without having a license and tried to go out with his friends. My uncle kicked his ass for taking his truck; it was great. Anyways, I told him I'd save that one for a good request. He only asked for sixty to at least cover some supplies because of the time and effort of making something this big without the ability to see you to get the proper calculations. He did pretty good though..."
"I have to run across the desert with this on? The nearest forest isn't even three hours close by..."
"Actually, it's two if you were to just go in a straight line across the state and don't bother with any roads. On foot, maybe two hours and forty minutes with your running speed. People hallucinate in the desert all the time and it's getting dark out so you should be fine," Ratchet said, waving off the fact she had to do this while running in a tight dress.
"Oh, and don't forget your basket," Miko laughed as Ratchet placed the Pink Energon inside of a handled, small metal Energon container. "Now, be a dear Little Red Riding Hood and deliver the goodies to Grand-Prime, please."
Arcee snarled, "When I get back, I'm murdering both of you."
She snagged the packaged Energon and ran down the hall out of the base. At the same time, Miko couldn't even laugh right, clinging to the railing with all her strength. "She's going to kill us! Hahahahahaha!"
Ratchet huffed, "Yes, but it was kind of worth it, I'll admit. Certainly, one of the last sights I wanted to see before I went offline."
He then paused as he looked at the energy reading leaving their base. "That signal seems a bit stronger than I thought it would be."
Outside of the base, Arcee had her breathing through her partially obstructed air vents paced running across the desert. The sunset was pretty, but she didn't have time to waste. She intended to take the stupid dress off as soon as possible though she didn't know where she would store it because if she didn't return with it, Miko would call her out on being a wuss. Her pride wouldn't allow that no matter how hard she tried.
Thirty minutes in, she slowed down to walk and give herself a break. It was nearly dark now, the orange among scarce purple clouds lingered to give her some light. All the while, she began muttering to herself, pulling the hood on with utter malice. The edge of her head crest prevented the hood from falling back despite the breeze that was kicking up.
"Never again am I going to make any bet with that girl. And if Optimus sees me, I'm screwed."
Little did she know she was being followed. But she continued to rant to herself, oblivious to the approaching forms.
"If anyone sees me, I'm screwed! This day cannot get any-"
The cocking of a blaster made her freeze.
"Turn around slowly and give us what you have," a Vehicon hissed.
Arcee frowned but she wasn't in too much of a position to fight. She complied, holding the backet of Pink Energon near the hem of her dress, cheek flushed. The Vehicon that was pointing his weapon at her tilted it upward stunned by the outfit. Unfortunately, Vehicon expressions and body language were far harder to read than other bots', but the other Vehicon seemed to be just the same. When they did nothing for a whole minute, she was very tempted to start shooting at them.
"Well?" Arcee gestured frustrated.
"What...are you wearing? You mean to tell me you've spent so much time with these fleshlings that you'd dress like them?" The Vehicon then tilted his head, studying the outfit.
When Arcee moved the basket to the side, it gave them a view of the garters, much to her chagrin realizing her mistake. As the Vehicon drew close, the second one pointed their weapon at her so she wouldn't try anything. The straps holding her garters up made the mech curious if there was something more to it, something forbidden.
"My, oh my. Exotic clothing; I've seen ads and commercials for such things for human females and although they are pretty, they aren't my type. Too delicate. This, well, this is quite intriguing. You look good enough to eat, like one of those decorative toppings humans put on their desserts. What would you call that fruit one with fluffy cream in it? Raspberry whipping? Something like that. What about raspberry cheesecake? Or maybe a raspberry-topped velvet cake...yeah, that kind of sounds what you look like."
The second Vehicon circled her and chuckled, "Quite delicious that sounds. I wonder if she tastes like one of those."
"Don't you dare, Cons," she sneered.
The Vehicon who stayed in front of her while the other paced sighed for the dramatics. "Too bad I don't have a mouth, wouldn't we all like to know?"
Arcee tried to back away, but the weapon of the second Vehicon pressed against her spin, one servo from the latter gripping her right arm. The Vehicon pursuing her mapped out the nice dress, feeling the corset-like straps among her waist and occasionally placing a digit under them to tease just how easy it would be to snap the fabric off. But why ruin something so gorgeous?
When he reached down to the hem and crawled his servo past the fluffy underdress, Arcee gripped his wrist out of instinct. The second Vehicon trailed down too but she couldn't stop both of them from toying with her. The first Decepticon merely locked optics with her, a small chuckle coming from him.
"Why would you get all dressed and pretty for us? You could say no, but you aren't. Why? Does being in this organic clothing give you a thrill?"
One servo from behind was already under her skirt, toying with the waist garter suspender while the one she gripped pushed forward ever slowly to rub the panties over her interface panel. When the Vehicons realized just how dedicated she had been, their arousal only skyrocketed. Arcee leaned a little into the motions, not saying anything because she had nothing good to come back with their suggestions.
"If you're afraid of us, don't worry. We won't take you."
"We won't?" The Vehicon behind said, somewhat disappointed to Arcee's disgust.
"That would be too easy," he replied to his colleague more so than speaking to her directly. "We're going to use you, doll. After all, why break something so precious we could save for later?"
"Fuck you," Arcee gritted through her dentae as the Vehicon's servo continued to rub against her closed interface.
The Vehicon chuckled, "With pleasure."
When he grew rougher, she instinctively retracted the armor, only to shift at the odd feeling of the underwear covering her valve. The armor, thankfully, didn't break the fabric attached to her waist or hips upon moving to reveal herself. At some point, she had forgotten the metal basket carrying her precious Energon and so did the Cons as they ruffled her skirt up, pushing her against the Vehicon in front of her who held her up to be sandwiched between them. Her hood was pulled down and upon seeing her headband, the Vehicons snickered and cooed at the cuteness.
They both released their spikes, to her dismay. But they didn't penetrate and didn't rip the clothing beneath her. Instead, they used the panties as a guide to line up their appendages through her thighs and against her sex. Weapons forgotten as they turned back into servos, the Vehicon in the back kept her thighs tight to push through with a moan while the one in front of her clutched her hips and forced her to hump his spike. Her valve pressed eagerly against the fabric and him.
"Good girl," he hissed in her audio receptors.
Arcee felt her systems raising the heat to an unbearable level. The clothing felt even tighter, the straps holding the garters had no room to stretch up her thighs anymore, and the caresses were too much to bear. She wanted to hike up her legs more, one of them at least, but the Vehicons made sure she stayed still to keep them comfortable.
Her valve petals were pushed from sliding against the spike, a damp spot began forming in the threshold of the panties being pushed up. The new sensation with the fabric itself wasn't unwelcome. It added a new layer of pleasure among the humiliation. The fact that this was all happening out in the open where all it took was one stray human from afar to see them heightened her building overload.
The thrusts became sharper when the Vehicon behind her released themself on her inner thighs. They backed off, chuckling as some leftover transfluid dripped off their spent spike. With no longer having to deal with two bodies, the Vehicon still going hiked Arcee onto his hip and helped her grind against him. She clung to his chest becoming vocal. She overloaded with a sharp cry, placing her forehead on his collar plate as he thrust four more times before growling. His load missed the sinking fabric of the dress and hit the ground useless.
Arcee was embarrassed but the nuzzling had her wanting more. She hated it. Fortunately, he let her down and she shuffled to straighten out her dress with her face darkly tinted to his amusement. She didn't close her interface panel, having found the cool air helped it a lot on top of the panties technically covering her valve so she wasn't bare for them to see.
She expected them to grab the Pink Energon and mock her. Instead, they both waved her off cruelly like she was just a one-and-done whore. She was kind of insulted by that more than being used.
"Be sure to keep that outfit; it looks good on you, baby," the Vehicon catcalled as he tucked away his spike.
Both mechs began to leave but one of them was concerned. "Are we really going to leave without the Energon? That's the whole point of us coming out here."
"Relax, we don't need to get it. We go back to the Nemesis and tell them of this Autobot's...taste, I think they'll want a piece of her too. The Energon will be just a bonus prize. Sharing is caring, and I can't wait to see what the big boss will think. It's no fun to win when you can't break them by humiliating them and getting more than what you want along the way. And I wouldn't mind watching, if you know what I mean."
The second Vehicon caught his explanation and cackled quietly to himself. "Indeed."
"You know what? That red hood of hers seems awfully familiar...Little Red Riding Hood, the human fable of a girl taking treats to her relative as she's hunted down by a wolf. If she wants to dwell in fantasy tales and human customs, let's see about indulging her, shall we?"
"Heh heh heh, they are going to get a kick out of this."
Arcee grabbed the basket and looked at the inside of her thighs with a sigh. The remnants of her encounter still had droplets running down her. She wiped as much off as she could and continued. The haze of the aftermath still reeled in her head, and she pulled the hood down again in her shame. The fabric of her underwear was not supposed to feel good during the heated session, but it did. She had to wonder if that's one of the reasons humans would wear the ridiculously thin attire.
"Arcee, how are you? Your vital signs are elevated," Ratchet said through the commlink.
"Ratchet, I am going to kill you," she said without missing a beat. There was a laugh and a wheeze in the background, so she knew she was on loudspeaker and knew exactly who it was. "And Miko too."
The girl then yelled, "Hey, you can't make the same threats!"
"You haven't made much progress as I would have hoped-"
"You try running in the desert wearing this scrap!" Arcee didn't mention the other hold up. They didn't need to know about two horny Vehicons finding the outfit attractive.
The medic then said, "Optimus is in no rush to get it he said, but-"
"Okay then, leave me alone. No ground bridge, no need to be talking to me."
And with that, she hung up.
She traversed the nighttime desert for another twenty minutes with the faintest mountains in the distance, barely any ridges defined yet. As she passed an old gas station, she heard a faint noise. Coyotes? No, it seemed a bit too big...
"Well, well, look who it is. How did you know red was my favorite color?"
She peered over to the gas station again to see Knockout checking out his claws while leaning against the building, the smug bastard. When he got a good look at her, his optics trailed up her form with intrigue.
"Whoa, and I thought they were lying," he mumbled. "Quite the upgrade, Arcee. Seen any wolves lately?"
"What do you want, Knockout?" Arcee growled defensively, shifting her arm into a blaster.
"Only to say hi and get a nice look at the goods. Tell me, Arcee, why are you out here all alone with that Pink Energon? Seems a bit scandalous to be running around...like a human...instead of driving. Where are you heading?"
The femme scoffed, "Oh gee, Knockout, I'm so desperate to be caught that I will magically tell you where I'm going. Please, you know the answer to that."
He pushed her weapon to the side and took her by the waist in a second. With a grin, he said, "Oh, I do."
As he intertwined his digits in the lace on her backside, groping the groove towards her aft, she was flushed against him as he leaned down to tease her lips with his own.
"I bet you just want to make a spectacle of yourself, waiting for your enemies to hunt you down only to see you wet and willing. Now, Arcee, how is that fair to us? Taunting us like this? Using this Energon to lure us away from our ship? You of all bots should know, there are plenty of risks that come with luring the pack out in the dead of night."
He suddenly pushed her around and trapped her against the gas station wall. He moved the hood down and his mouth nibbled at her neck, beginning to tease part of her lace collar attached to her outfit. She weakly pushed at his abdomen, and he only purred in response. Nudging a leg between her thighs, Knockout smirked at he felt the outline of her valve among the fabric already prepared.
"Naughty, little lady. Now, you're just making this too easy."
She was on the tips of her pedes as his leg kept her from sliding anywhere except against him as he kissed her. His glossa danced with hers as he held behind her neck to keep her close. When he broke it, she looked down at her bodice, how the red contrasted with her blue armor. Arcee winced as he began fondling the material over her breast plating.
Knockout was fond of the color with tidbits of white among it. She looked like she was trying to match him; delectable. And that collar...all it needed was a ring and she would look even more beautiful with a leash. He messed with the collar, so tempted to break it to bite her where he couldn't access just to mark her.
"Please..." she panted, "I need..."
"Me?" Knockout grinned, continuing his assault on her neck and lips. She shivered as she came on his leg, a soft chuckle emanating from him. "I would take you home myself, but I so want to see where you scamper off too, darling. For now, why don't you stay still."
When she heard his spike plating retract, she was met with his hard appendage. He retracted his leg and gestured for her to sit on her calves as he began stroking himself as well as his own ego.
"You covered in my transfluid, tainted by my presence. I wonder who would get mad? How would Optimus react to his favorite toy being dirty?"
She didn't answer, only watching him, yearning for more stimulation. He wasn't going to give it to her, and she didn't want to wait for him to spend himself on her. Reaching downward, she just stared at him as she rubbed herself through the thin fabric covering her valve. It was heavily moist, and she doubted that it could be remedied at this point.
It turned Knockout on seeing her fondle herself for his amusement. He struck her as a voyeur mostly, not getting involved with the real interface until he had a show to get him started. Maybe he rivaled Soundwave in that regard. Stupid fucking dress!
They watched each other as Knockout stepped closer, his spike over her breast plating and bodice. She knew where he wanted to aim, where the colors red and blue were most visible with a crevice between her vehicle windows where his seed could claim. He was torturous that way. She hated him for it even though the little noises she had for him didn't reflect that thought well.
Once he came, Arcee grimaced a little as the lines of fabric connecting her collar to her dress were dripping as the rest of the discharge either hit her or ran down her body. Her overload wasn't close to powerful, but it was enough to blow the charge she had and keep him from wasting her time any longer. She would have thought Knockout would be more generous, more intimate. She thought wrong.
Knockout huffed, "You never did tell me where you're going."
"To Optimus who will kick your aft across the Earth for messing with his toy."
The humor died as Knockout realized she was serious about the threat, not so much about the second half of the comment. He simply put away his spike and hummed, "Yes, well, I suppose all good things must come to an end. Don't let the wolf catch you."
She watched him transform and drive off, leaving her at the station stained with his essence. She was going to kill Miko because this was not what she signed up for.
Before anyone says shit, just know I will probably regret this in a year. I have no impulse control and when an idea hits, sometimes I just go "why not?" I don't know what to tell you except there was a thought process to this, no joke. You don't believe me? I will tell you the fucking thought process on this shitty idea.
I am a sucker for fairytales and myths. You've probably seen a few references to such things in my other fics. I started watching The Brothers Grimm (2006) after not seeing it for some time, and the sequence had Little Red Riding Hood. I paused the movie, and I was wondering how many variations some of these tales had. Red Riding Hood had like a two hundred or so with half sticking to the general context with some spins, a quarter of them jokes and parodies and the other quarter retellings through completely different characters altogether. So, I looked at a few variants, yada, yada, yada...
3 HOURS LATER...
I'm on a Transformers kick. Yes, in the span of a few hours, I can go through like twenty different fandoms just bouncing off one another. I'm watching scenes from Transformers Prime, my fav aside from Animated, and after a while, I decided to see if anyone created any new fanart for the series which slowly converted to looking up SFW content for Megatron, Arcee, and a few others. I got to Arcee. I found cute art people drew, chibis, more serious, etc. And then I stumbled upon Arcee in a dress. She was INNOCENT (don't fucking me) and it was just a cute pic. Cool...then I had a thought (this is where it started, ladies and gentlemen).
Arcee in different colored dresses. It just skimmed through my mind until I landed on the color red (...oh no). My mind drifted to the Red Riding Hood stories. I shit you not, the first scenario in my head was "Arcee as Red Riding Hood in a red dress and a caped hood and a Decepticon wolf just tries to kill her (not Steeljaw)". That's it, it started off completely SFW aside from Arcee instead fighting the wolf to survive.
Then it went through a second version. "Well, Arcee's an adult so this wouldn't make sense." So, I got off it, but the idea wouldn't go away.
Third thought process: Arcee just takes a dare and wears it, Idk.
Fourth thought process: Well, if anyone saw her in such a dress, there's a shit ton of possible responses and I've shipped her with multiple characters in both SFW and NSFW content. Who would be the wolf...?
Fifth thought process: Arcee but everyone's the wolf (taking turns) and they like the dress?
Sixth thought process (and the nail in the coffin): When's the last time I wrote something unique and horny for this fandom (not counting Promiscious Vehicons, about February, too long, must do something to remedy this) ...Arcee tricked into a costume of Red Riding Hood taking something to one of the Autobots because of a bet and getting distracted by the Decepticons after they see her with a dress on. NSFW
Seventh thought process: Red Riding Hood adult costumes look like Lolita dresses simplified. Add lingerie because why not?
Eighth thought process: Won't make a lick of sense but fuck it! We're going horny! No regerts...until later! No backing down! No sacrifice, no victory!...I'm a terrible person...
This thought process took and entire fucking day to materialize, I shit you not. But now, you all get to suffer with me! HahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
This was a bad idea...
I apologize...
I do not...
I don't fucking know...