I... I have no excuses for this, only explanations.
I once asked for prompts for stories from a group of friends.
One of the requests was to write a story based on a picture.
That picture was of Megatron carrying Optimus away into the sky, both wearing wolf ears and wolf tales.
I jokingly started writing it up in an IM.
So it grew and grew and grew... This is how this story came to be.
*facepalm*
Halloween night brought a marvelous and disastrous party to the Ark.
It all began when Optimus donned white fox ears and a matching tail...
No one knows where he found them, but in the following weeks, Prowl would blame the twins.
Then, from this a new question arises: Who then, gave Megatron the matching black set?
Shockwave would spend the following weeks sending thank you notes to Rumble, but that could have meant any number of things.
Of course, many may wonder how Megatron managed to get the necessary information to pull off his later stunt. The answer, was of course, Soundwave. The Communications officer, decorated in rainbow feathers, sent his chick, Lazerbeak to undoubtedly attain the details.
It wasn't until late into the night, when most of the Ark's inhabitants were so plastered that several started accusing Brawn of being too damn sexy for his own good that Megatron arrived with a flourish.
Of course, no one thought to ask him neither where he got such a large piece of neon orange cloth nor why it seemed to be an appropriate addition to a wolf costume.
By this time, Optimus found himself pinned between a babbling Ironhide and a passed out Bluestreak, desperate for any kind of rescue from his special hell.
Megatron approached the damsel Prime in distress, tossing the cape across one of his shoulders. "Such a shame to see a beautiful specimen of mammal trapped between such... Lesser beings." the black wolf mused.
Optimus straightened between the two "bars" of his cage. "Free me." he practically begged.
Twin red optics flickered in satisfaction. "As you command, my mate..." he purred.
The white wolf had no time to consider his words before Ironhide, dressed as a construction worker, and Bluestreak, dressed as Sailor Mercury, were forcibly removed from the Prime's sides.
Optimus was released; the sudden freedom making him stumbled forward.
Strong arms captured the Prime by his waist, drawing him into the black wolf's body. "Not to worry pet, I will not drop you."
Optimus clung to his protector's arm, peering up at him curiously. "You promise?"
Megatron chuckled softly, optics twinkling. He planted a kiss on the other's face mask, marveling at the pinkish hue that spread over the area immediately. "I promise."
Then, with no warning to the strangely puppyish Prime, the black wolf took off from the ground, soaring through the air over the celebration.
Optimus gave a muted yelp and hung on to his mate in surprise.
Several mechs below noted the two, but most who spotted them saw only the large orange cape and wondered what had caused a moth to grow that large
No viable rescue attempt was made until the next morning, although that in itself was a slow process coupled with loud complaints of processor aches.
When the failure of a rescue team found Optimus, he was snoozing comfortably under a large orange cape, snuggling a black costume wolf tail.
Since no one could remember the previous night and Prime refused to disclose information on the events that had landed him amongst the strange items, the incident remained a secret.
It wasn't until Red Alert searched the Ark's archived video feeds that the truth emerged, but that, my friends, is another story.