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**Plan of Attack**

**Written by StSE, Universe: Beast Wars**

Note: Just a funny little short with plenty of heat – enjoy! And this is set in the time prior to the Predacon uprising. When Rattrap, Dinobot & Blackarachnia are young and life is full of fun!

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“Ahhhh this is a kickin’ place! Only a toaster wouldn’t dig it,” Rattrap quipped. As was normal, his entire chassis was in constant movement in emphasis.

Moving slightly to the right in order to avoid contact with the vermin’s waving arm, Dinobot snarled as he looked upon the dilapidated, rusting façade of this ‘club’. It looked more like a cyber roach motel - than a place he’d dare set his tail down in. “Grrrrrrrr, maybe a toaster isn’t worried about something,” he snaked his head down toward the rat, “crawling up his port. Unlike sssssssss me!”

Dinobot had stopped moving by that point and stared at the door with distrust. Transforming, Rattrap shoved him. “Well maaaayyyyybbbbeeeee some of us haven’t had a piece for so looooonnnnggg – that you might enjoy a cyber roach or two!” he snickered, quick to duck as the dinoraptor swirled and tried to peg him. “He, he, he. Yep! So hard up – you can’t even aim anymore.”

“Why you little worthless flea infested vermin!” Dinobot roared. In blur he had transformed, his swirling blade out and threatening the smaller mech.

“Geese, now that’s what Sarg’d call an over-reaction there.” Rattrap backed off, his hands up in the air. The young mech knew that his academy training partner had a short fuse – but sheeze!

Dinobot growled and put up his blade. “If Sarg had to put up with your incessant ssssssss nonsense, I’m sure he’d have hhhsssstttt separated your lip components from your face plate during the ssssssssss first training phase!” He made a show of sniffing the air. “Grrrrrrr, not to mention the STENCH! Perhaps it would have been more ssssssssss advisable to stop by the wash bays before we left the barracks?”

Not bothered in the least by the insult, Rattrap made a big show of smelling under both his armpits TWICE. He gave his training partner a shrug. “Not as strong as normal. I hope that doesn’t tick off the femmes.” He elbowed Dinobot and winked in a conspiratorial fashion. “They like it the stronger it is. Need some?” He whipped out a cologne bottle and started to pour some more foul smelling concoction in his hand.

“Grrrrrrrrr, keep the stench to yourself!” Dinobot made a hasty entrance to the club. Once he’d not moved away fast enough and the rodent had coated him with his ‘cologne’. It had taken three bathes in pure paint thinner to wash the odor from his chassis. In no way shape or form – did he want to experience THAT again!

“Suit yourself,” Rattrap quipped to the rapidly disappearing form of his partner. Splashing the ‘cologne’ on either side of his neck region, he closed the bottle and sniffed himself. “Yep, gonna get some reeeeaaaalll action tonight!”

Dinobot had found a table in the back of the pub. It was in a dark corner and in a perfect position for him to sit with his back armor to a solid wall – and see everything going on around him. He was in training to become a warrior. And warriors were always vigilant! So the young mech fashioned himself after all those great ones that had gone before him, in every way he could. Well, except one that is. He’d never gotten laid. And truth be told, he wasn’t sure he ever would. But he’d pushed that urge back into the dark recesses of his meta. That type of experience wouldn’t matter on the battlefield. And it was there that he’d achieve greatness and glory! Not in some useless femme’s arms!

But he did have to admit. It was hard to keep one’s optics from straying to the beautiful curvatious femmes that were wandering around, flirting and serving drinks. Grudgingly, he had to admit that Rattrap had indeed stumbled across a decent hang out. Though he’d never admit it to the noxious vermin! Catching movement at the entrance, he couldn’t help but groan as that particular mech made his typical entrance.

The doors flew open with a bang, the rodent’s silhouette now perfectly framed by the fading light of Cybertron’s star outside. “Hey ladies! The STAR has arrived!” he stated in an overly loud voice.

Dinobot cringed and sunk down into his seat. He could smell the vermin even way over here! Now they’d not only receive no service – but probably be thrown out of the place by the proprietor! Then his optics opened wide in total shock as he watched two of the waitresses run over and give his small partner big hugs and kisses. “What type of place ssssssssss has no olfactory sensors?!?” he muttered in disbelief. But sure enough, Rattrap swaggered over to him with a femme under each arm and his normal cocky expression.

“Hey, uh, Dinobot. Meet my friends, um, sorry forgot your name. But you’re the sexist femme I’ve seen in a looooonnngggg time!” Rattrap purred to the green femme under his right arm. She looked like her alt mode was some type of lizard or something, but the scales seemed to shift colors slightly in the light. She was simply – breathtaking!

She giggled and pinched his aft. “Oh, you remember me my bo. I’m Kelo.”

The other femme wasn’t so giggly; she smacked the cocky mech upside his helm. “She’s sexier than me?!? Why you little piece of slag! You couldn’t even get it up until I came along – remember???”

“Ouch!!! Quit!!” Rattrap ducked behind Kelo in order to evade the black femme’s wrath. He poked his head around her. “Um, babe, I didn’t mean it like that!! Honest! You, um, well – both of you are incredible! Like greased lighting!!” He ducked again… Then dove for the seat next to Dinobot, using the bigger mech for protection.

“Akkkkk, you weasels are all the same. All talk and no action,” the black femme teased. But her tone was almost insulting, as if she felt superior to a mech. Leaning over the table, she tapped Rattrap’s olfactory sensor with one of her Beast mode appendages. “And I won’t tolerate that again,” she growled.

Rattrap slouched down until his head was just barely visible. Dinobot felt him elbow him. “Yea, forgot to warn you about Blackarachnia, she ain’t the type to mess with.” He gave a low whistle and motioned as if he were castrating himself. “You know what I mean?”

Blackarachnia glared down at the small mech. “You got that right you little stinker,” she purred. Her attitude seemed to undergo a one-eighty shift as she apparently noticed Rattrap’s friend for the first time. Standing up to her full height, she blatantly scanned him over with her optics. “So who’s your friend?”

Rattrap slowly slithered back up to the seat. Putting his arm over Dinobot’s shoulders he waved his other arm around as he introduced them. “This is my partner at the academy, Dinobot… Dinobot – Kelo, Blackaranchia.” He cupped his hand as if to tell Dinobot a secret, but made sure to talk so loud that both femmes heard him. “Watch the spider, she likes to tie a mech up and do all sorts of things to him!”

Rattrap was promptly lifted out of his seat and pushed up against the wall. He was held there by the black femme’s extra appendages as she brought her olfactory sensor up to his. “All sorts of things that you enjoyed. Or perhaps next time I should experiment with a little S&M?” She ran a digit along the side of his face plate as she spoke.

With a dismissive shrug, Rattrap grinned over at Dinobot. “There just ain’t enough of me to go around – you wanna piece?”

Dinobot growled under his breath. Picking up the menu, he refused to look at them. No mech knew that he’d no experience in that realm. And Rattrap was NOT going to be the first to find out! “Grrrrrrr, I’m too exhausted from the extensive training exercises we engaged in ssssssssstttt today. I do not have time for such nonsense!” he growled.

Blackarachnia and Rattrap exchanged an amused glance. Then a lightbulb seemed to go off inside Rattrap’s meta. “Hey Dinobot, order me a shot of high-grade. I gotta help spider lady here with something,” he quipped. His mischievous wink to the femmes went unnoticed by the menu-preoccupied mech.

Dinobot glance up from the menu. “Take a freagin’ bath in the sink while you’re at it,” he snarled.

The two femmes and rat snickered and joked as they walked off.

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“Mmmmm, so you really think he’s untouched – or are you just leading me on?” Blackarachnia asked. She leaned back against the wall of the kitchen and narrowed her optics in suspicion at the rat. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d tried to pull a fast one.

“Naw, seriously! I don’t think he’s even slaggin’ masturbated. He has no digitals, images, lube – nothin’! Heck, the freager probably don’t even know where his cable is,” Rattrap snickered. If anyone should know – it was him. They not only trained together, they were assigned the same quarters. Of course, the notoriously nosey rat had looked through every item that Dinobot claimed ownership of. He’d found nothing.

“So what kind of deal are we talking? You’d better make it good!” her tone had a threat there. A threat that Rattrap knew all too well….

“Like how much do you want? As long as I get some pictures for, um, future reference. Well, let’s talk.” Of course Rattrap was going to want some proof. The only thing that would be better was if he was involved. Well, maybe another time? First things first. He needed to get the training-focused mech to loosen up and roll his freagin’ cable out!

Blackarachnia scratched her helm with one of her beast mode appendages as she thought. Which caused Rattrap’s overactive meta to envision even more interesting things he could eventually do with the femme. It’d cost him a pretty credit. But the femme had to be the best he’d ever had! So she was always worth every cred.

She hummed for a moment. Rattrap could almost see the credit signs flowing from her helm. He was beginning to dread how much this little bit of ‘fun’ might cost. Was getting Dinobot’s interface networks awake and functioning worth it??? He pictured his partner’s nice aft. His own nets automatically stirring at just the thought. Yep, it’d be worth it. Then he could get some on those long lonely missions stuck with Dinobot. Even though the mech was another mech, it really didn’t matter to the over-active rat. Mech or Femme – interfacing was all good! His optics focused back on Blackarachnia. Yep, it’d be worth it in the long run.

“5,000” she finally stated. She crossed her arms and leaned back as she waited for the predictable dickering.

“5,000?!? Sheeze! What do you think I’m made of – credits? You know they don’t just grow on trees like rust or something,” Rattrap griped. He made a show of acting totally outraged. “Hell, he’s decent looking – I’ll pay ya 2,000 and not a cred more! You should consider it a privilege to break him in.”

Blackarachnia howled in laughter. “A privilege??? A PRIVILEGE!!! I probably won’t even get an overload out of it!”

Kelo nodded in agreement. “Yea, most mechs don’t last three strokes their first time.”

The black femme snickered and looked straight at Rattrap. “Some still don’t. Maybe I should make YOU pay more for your regular service? Hmmmmmm.”

Rattrap straightened up his shoulders and shot the femme a challenging look. “Then how come YOU went limp when I was still a thrustin’? Hmmmmm? Rodent too much for you?”

“Have to make my customers THINK they’re good sometimes – or they won’t come back,” she snickered. Flexing her spider appendages she gave him a conniving smirk.

Ok, the conversation had now gone where he didn’t want it to go. Rattrap thought quick. Which is pretty easy when one is a rat…. “So how sore were you the next day cycle? I pounded away for a good while. Figured you’d gone into recharge or something. But your aft port – well, it’s a heck of a lot tighter than your front port,” he snickered and put a hand over his mouth as if he’d said something he shouldn’t have. “Oops, sorry, forgot that it was off limits.” He gave her a shrug. “But hey, when a girl’s out cold and she just ain’t that tight. Well, a mech’s gotta do what a mech’s gotta do.”

“You let him???” Kelo looked at her fellow whore in total shock.

Blackarachnia snarled and grabbed Rattrap’s arm. Pulling him tight against her, she whispered in his audio: “Ok you little rat, I’ll do it for 2,000 – just tell her that you lied.”

Rattrap grinned as she let him go. “Ok babe, I’ll admit it. You got my aft port last time. My bad.” With a triumphant swagger, he strolled out of the kitchen and back to his friend.

The femmes soon followed. Blackarachnia gave the taller mech her most seductive smile as she set his high grade in front of him. “Care if I join you?” she purred.

Dinobot gave her a slightly wary look, but nodded as he reached for the cup. He was startled as she lithely slipped onto his lap. Before he could tell her to get off, the cup was at his lip components.

“Have a sip cutie,” Blackarachnia told him as she held the cup to his lips. Her other hand went behind his back armor. This whole act was so slick and well-practiced that the young warrior didn’t stand a chance. He scanned her with his optics as he slowly took a sip. “Oh, you dripped some.” Setting the cup down, she slipped one of her fingers across his chin without even giving him a chance to clean it off himself. Her digit now coated with high-grade, she put it to her own lip components and made a big show of licking and sucking every last drop off.

The inexperienced mech was completely taken off guard. His face plate darkened a bit as he felt his interface nets activating in response to the femme’s teasing. Was she really interested in him in that way? Or was this all a big joke? He glanced over at Rattrap, who was happily being fed energon by the green femme parked in his lap.

Rattrap caught that glance. “Hell, I can’t handle her – she’s freagin WILD! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” he snickered and then went back to his arm candy.

“Mmmmm, but a big strong warrior like you can handle more than a pathetic rodent – can’t you?” Blackarachnia teased in a whisper, her optics searching his face plate. “Oh, and maybe you can teach ME a thing or two? I’m sure you’ve had far more partners than I. Being at the academy and all.”

At first, Dinobot was going to tell her to get off his lap. He had no time for femmes! But when she started complimenting him as a warrior and insinuating that he must know so much more than her – Dinobot knew he was trapped! He couldn’t back out of it – or his reputation would be ruined. Rattrap would never let him live it down and would tell every body that Dinobot just avoided being compared in their performance – because he was inferior to the rat. And if there was one thing Dinobot could not tolerate – was being called inferior to Rattrap!

On the other hand, he probably WAS inferior to Rattrap. At this moment that is. For he had no experience! The femme would know that as soon as those activities commenced. How could he rectify that? Ensure that that was not spoken of afterward? His meta ran around in circles as she continued to give him sips of his energon, continued her teasing. Soon, he’d come upon a possible solution to his dilemma: She was a waitress wasn’t she? Perhaps he could offer a big enough tip for her to slightly exaggerate her description of his sexual prowess. Yes, these femmes needed creds didn’t they? He considered how much he had in his sub space. He had a lot built up. More than most waitress’s would see in an orbit cycle.

A smirk appeared on his face plate. He knew he’d get the femme to say what he wished. He’d just make her believe that he was so enraptured, so blown-away – that he’d give her the planet if he could! She’d consider it the ultimate complement. And since she seemed to like to antagonize the rat anyways – she’d love to have another thing to egg him on with.

Now, Blackarachnia had given up using her fingers to wipe away the drips of energon. She was now licking it off with her glossa. Her thigh grazing his codpiece as she did so… Dinobot relaxed into the teasing, allowing her to boldly take his lips without question….
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