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“I refuse to have him risk his delicate health, Lugnut,” Strika rumbled, looking at her Bonded with a look that let no argument, and the teal and purple mech nodded. In his massive arms, Sentinel squirmed and wailed, trying once more to fruitlessly free himself. Would those two slaggers ever let him alone? With dread, he watched the piles of… something neatly packed over the two large Decepticons’ berth. It looked like some kind of fabric, but far more colorful than the one most Autobots used to clean and polish themselves. It was almost strangly folded, and the blue mechling didn’t think he wanted to know what it was.
“I agree, my Love. I was just saying that it look like a lot,” Lugnut tried to appease her, gently rocking Sentinel in his arms to try and sooth her. “Are you really sure our Sparkling needs so many clothes?”
Strika snorted. “You know how Sparklings are; always getting messy -- even if our little Sentinel is a model of cleanliness and adorableness,” she said as she stroked the Sparkling-sized mech with a large digit, smiling faintly. “The point is, he’ll probably need several changes a day, depending on his activities. And let’s not forget he’ll need extra layers to go out when we’ll take him on a stroll or on a playdate with other Sparklings. I would also think a few nice clothes would do him good for when we must receive guests or if we must bring him before Lord Megatron. I want my baby to look his best, after all.”
Lugnut rumbled. “Of course, my Love. I hadn’t thought of it. Still, are you sure you have the right size? Some of those things look… small.”
“Swindle assured me they were made of stretchable material,” the femme answered. “Of course, Sentinel will need to try them on for us to be sure. If he lied, that merchant will hear from me,” she warned.
The megacycle which followed was one of the most humiliating Sentinel had endured so far. Forget about the ‘nappies’ thing and the whole ‘leaks’ he kept having. Forget about having to suck fluid out of a weird device on the massive Decepticons’ chests. Having them ‘dress him up in pretty little dresses’ was the worse thing ever!