Here is a story I've been debating posting here for a long time. It's based on a cracky roleplay melded with another (non-preg) story I've been writing on and off for two years or so.

"Honey Honey" is a twist on this story here, which features some characters from Transformers: Beast Wars stuck in human bodies in a modern world living in a crappy neighborhood and struggling to make ends meet.

In this version of the stoty, which features the characters Waspinator, Terrorsaur and Inferno (my favorites! *_*) as humans, the three are not only dealing with figuring out how human bodies work, but with an unplanned pregnancy as well, because I decided to turn Waspinator female for the duration of the story and she unwittingly got herself into a little bit of a situation when she slept with Terrorsaur.

Here is a brief overview of the characters, for those who have never seen this series:

Waspinator: The unfortunate-yet-spunky protagonist of our story.

In the series proper, Waspy is a bumbling, whiny, cowardly pilot-turned-soldier who transforms into a large wasp. He speaks in the third person, refers to every one by silly nicknames, and gets blown up a lot.

In "Honey Honey," Waspy is a sort of exotic-looking woman with poor social skills. She's still rather unfortunate, but not getting blown up any more. She can't talk properly and has anxiety attacks in public, but is quite tough and resourceful.

Terrorsaur: The egotistical, selfish "villain" of our story.

In the series proper, Terrorsaur is a sneaky, backstabbing soldier who transforms into a red pteranodon. He's constantly seeking power, scheming, and trying to overthrow Megatron. He's screechy and panicky and not as smart as he thinks.

In "Honey Honey," Terrorsaur's a lanky redhead with a sexy smile. He's still got an ego the size of a small planet and still takes what he wants without caring if he hurts others in the process, but he does care about Waspy in his own weird way.

Inferno: The off-kilter mother hen of our story.

In the series proper, Inferno is a die-hard loyal soldier to his Queen, Megatron. He transforms in to a very big fire ant and thinks he truly is an ant. His main purposes in life are to protect his Colony and Queen, to burn, and to punish traitors.

In "Honey Honey," Inferno is a menacing, solemn human who still thinks like an ant. He still takes his duties to his Colony (now mostly reduced to Terrorsaur, Waspinator and himself) very seriously and still thinks in an almost clinically logical way when sorting out everything about being human.

And now...Some story!

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Inferno’s reaction, upon finding out, had been priceless.

He had practically pounced on Waspinator and she shrieked, backing up a step at the thought of one of his crushing hugs and nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. Inferno caught her easily, large hands on her shoulders as he steadied her, guiding her to the nearest chair and plopping her in it.

Terrorsaur watched all this, head cocked, curious. Inferno was usually barking orders at the two of them, reminding them that he was the subcommander and they were to carry out Megatron’s wishes.

Instead, he was fussing about Waspinator, making sure pillows were tucked around her so that she would be comfortable.

“You must not do anything strenuous.” He was saying, “Nothing at all. The health of your offspring should not be compromised in any…” And suddenly, he paused, dark gaze swiveling down to fix on Waspinator’s face as if he were seeing her for the first time.

He was still. He was silent. Waspinator twitched a little, curling in on herself as if trying to keep her very soul hidden from his burning stare.

“It all makes perfect sense now!” He declared, arm sweeping out in a dramatic gesture, “It is logical that you were a poor fighter. You are not a soldier! You have always been a Queen and no one was aware of it!”

For a second, Waspinator’s mouth hung open. She had anticipated Inferno would go a little screwy over this, but nothing this bad. Then she buried her face in her hands, unsure if she wanted to laugh or cry; this was crazy enough as it was without Inferno’s added bedlam.

Terrorsaur had no such problem discerning how he felt about this. He was laughing almost before Inferno finished speaking, his unmistakable shrill cackle filling the room. Waspinator shot him a venomous look, but he seemed to have forgotten that the other two members of his trine were present until Inferno rounded on him.

“It explains your poor performance as well.” Inferno stated, so matter-of-fact that his solemnity itself was almost comical, “For you are not a soldier either. You are merely a drone, meant to pleasure the Queen.”

As Inferno punctuated the statement with a grave nod, Terrorsaur squawked indignantly and Waspinator nearly fell out of her chair laughing.