Flash Fiction Fills Take 63 Part Four

[dracoqueen22]

a/n: Three more flash fic ahoy! I'm gonna keep the ball rolling on these, I hope. Self-edited.

For WallyNut Anon
Prompt: Starscream and cotton candy

Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: holomatter avatar, very mild sexual harassment

It only came in pink and blue.

Starscream narrowed his optics – eyes, humans called them eyes – and wrinkled his nose. “Pink,” he finally said. Did that make it taste sweeter? He didn’t know. But he’d found himself enjoying the more sugary human foods so maybe sweeter was better.

“Anything for a pretty girl,” the greasy creature behind the counter said with a wink.

Starscream shuddered and gamely handed over the paper currency in exchange for a bagful of the lacy-looking treat.

The humans called it cotton candy. Skywarp insisted that he try some. He said it was delicious.

Hmph.

Starscream walked away from the food stand, ignoring the whistling behind him, and untied the ribbon. A syrupy sweet smell floated toward his nose. It wasn’t unpleasant at the least.

He reached in and pinched off a small amount. It came away very fibrous, like spun filament. It seemed to double in size when he did that, too. He gave it a cautious sniff, but it had little odor.

Hmm.

Well, Starscream was not Air Commander for nothing. He popped the fibrous treat into his mouth, where it instantly turned to goopy sweetness on his tongue. What the frag?

Starscream rolled his tongue around and then made a face as the filamenty sugar turned to gritty sludge.

Ick. Ack. Blech.

This was terrible!

Starscream stomped over to the nearest trashcan and shoved it all in there. It tasted like stale rust sticks, all sweet and gritty and why was it so gritty in the first place. It was soft and fluffy and then it turned to grit?

Gross.

He made a beeline for a beverage vendor and shelled out a ridiculous amount of money for a bottle of water. He didn’t care. He simply had to wash the taste out of his money. Skywarp was probably cackling right now, the brat.

Delicious, my aft! Starscream seethed internally. He sucked down several gulps of the water. His fingers were sticky, too. The cotton candy had left the tips stained pink.

How did humans not die from eating this stuff?

Starscream shuddered.

He didn’t know if he dared try the candy apple next.

For Jeegoo
Prompt: Ratchet/Optimus Prime/Jazz, pinning him between them

Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: NSFW, sticky, threesome

Optimus was not a mech who often lost control. But he challenged anyone to keep their full faculties about them when they had a ravenous, playful medic at their front and a purring, mischievous saboteur at their back.

Optimus was strong. But he was not so strong as to remain stoic when trapped between two of his oldest, dearest friends. Though he wasn’t sure trapped was an accurate term.

“I told you,” Ratchet said with a smirk on his lips and lust in his field as four fingers pumped steadily into Optimus valve, “that if you did not take some time for yourself, I would find a way to encourage you to relax.”

Jazz chuckled and nipped at Optimus’ audial, his fingers working havoc on Optimus’ seams and spike. “You know you’re supposed to listen to your doctor, OP. Shame, shame.”

Optimus worked his intake and reset his vocalizer, nevertheless, his words were still striped in static. “Your method of convincing is far from discomforting,” he said and gasped as Ratchet’s fingers found and stroked several oft-ignored nodes deep within his valve. He clenched down, lubricant oozing out from under Ratchet’s fingers.

“So long as it works,” Ratchet chuckled. He leaned forward, nuzzling against Optimus’ helm. “You work too hard. You make me worry.” His thumb swept up, circling Optimus’ anterior node and making his hips dance. “Breaks my spark, Prime.”

Ratchet certainly knew how to cut deep. “But–”

“Shh, shh,” Jazz purred as his hand crept up, sweeping around Optimus’ chin before slipping two fingers across Optimus’ lips. “Just let us take care of ya, OP. That’s what we’re here for. That’s what we wanna do.”

Optimus lapped at Jazz’s fingers before he drew them into his mouth. He moaned as Jazz took the opportunity to nibble on his audial again, sending a zing of heat down his backstrut. Nimble fingers curled around his spike, stroking him in long, gentle pulls. Pleasure dribbled through his body like a fine energon and he struggled to draw cooler air through his vents.

He was the luckiest mech, Optimus realized as his hips danced under Ratchet’s ministrations. Jazz’s fingers removed themselves from his mouth and Optimus made a dismayed noise that was quickly swallowed up by Ratchet’s lips. Ratchet’s glossa plunged into his mouth, twining with his own, tasting of the glass of high grade they’d all shared.

Dismay turned to desire as he felt Jazz’s fingers trace his chestplate seam and Optimus’ spark eagerly danced within his casing. Spark sharing was his favorite, but it was also so rare as to be a treat. His chestplates, as a result, were sensitive to gentle touches and Jazz was treating him just right.

Optimus shivered. He felt spoiled, wholly and completely spoiled, and honestly, there was no place else he’d rather be.

“Hold on, OP,” Jazz purred as he stroked his fingers deep. “Me ‘n the Doc are gonna face ya into recharge.”

Ratchet smiled against Optimus’ lips. “We sure are,” he said.

Optimus moaned and clutched them closer.

They would see no arguments from him.

For Rizobact
Prompt: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and pool noodles

Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None

“What. Are. You. Doing?” Sunstreaker bit out as he walked into his shared room with Sideswipe and tripped over chaos.

Sideswipe cackled and brandished something tubular and foam green in Sunny’s direction. “En guarde!”

Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed. “Have you been drinking?”

“Only a little.” Sideswipe shrugged and his foam weapon drooped. “But that’s not what brought this on.”

He gestured with his free hand to the multiple foam tubes scattered across the floor in a dizzying tangle of color.

“Choose your weapon, bro. I refuse to fight an unarmed Lamborghini,” Sideswipe declared.

Sunstreaker snorted and circled around his crazy twin. “I’m not fighting you, Sideswipe. What are these things?” He kicked at one and it wobbled across the floor.

Sideswipe slumped and dropped his arms. “You are no fun. And these are one of mankind’s greatest inventions.”

“I doubt it.” Sunstreaker stepped on one and it flattened beneath his pedes. “It’s squishy and useless.”

Sideswipe waggled a finger at him. “Au contraire my skeptical sunshine. That is where you are wrong. These things are amazing.”

Sunstreaker folded his arms. “You still haven’t told me what they are.”

Sideswipe swiped a second one off the floor and brandished both of them at Sunstreaker. They hung limply, like a mismatched set of sad, saggy swords.

“Pool noodles,” Sideswipe chirped.

Sunstreaker blinked. He rebooted his audials. No. The words still didn’t make any sense.

“What?”

Sideswipe laughed. “Pool noodles. And they are the newest source of entertainment on this here Ark.”

“For you maybe.” Sunstreaker scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m not in the mood for this.” He spun on a heel, intent on escaping from the madness.

Something soft and squishy bopped him on the helm.

“Villain,” Sideswipe said in a dramatic tone. “You dare turn your back on me?” Mischief rang across the bond, along with something else that made Sunstreaker feel a tad bit guilty.

He paused. He debated. To ignore or play the game. He didn’t particularly want to get involved in Sideswipe’s shenanigans, but that edge of hope in the bond suggested he might have been neglecting his twin as of late. And that Sunstreaker couldn’t abide.

He crouched and picked up one of the foam tubes, this yellow one cut into a star-shape. He slowly turned toward his brother and smirked.

“Then I’ll face you, foolish hero,” he said and he lifted his makeshift weapon. “So you may meet your doom.”

The smile on Sideswipe’s face was worth every second of cheesy dialogue.

a/n: Phew. Twelve down, thirteen to go! I'm just going to keep rocking and rolling!

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