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Car Bra

Author's Note: Set in G1. Yet another inspired by a bunny in the bunny farm.

The shuffle of peds and the small movements of armor that undoubtedly belonged to doorwings alerted Prowl to Bluestreak's presence. It couldn't have been Smokescreen; the movements were completely wrong.

Prowl faced the gunner from his absentminded wandering of his office, flicking his doorwings in a greeting. "Bluestreak? What is it?"

Bluestreak snapped back into his usual cheerful state, a wide grin on his face while holding a package of some sorts. Bluestreak flicked his doorwings in response, "Nothing's wrong if that's what you're thinking. I just wanted to see how you were doing and by the looks of it, pretty well. It must be odd to not have any work to do since every time I see you in your office, you're working on something."

"I just finished a few breems ago." Prowl explained, "I have been invited to an event in Portland held by the local inhabitants and I was wondering if you'd like to join me."

"What? That sounds awesome! So is it just going to be you and me or is anyone else coming as well? If it's a party, we could always have Jazz and Blaster come along with us. They really like parties, you know, and a party isn't the same without them. Is there going to be high grade or how about energon goodies? It's been a while since I last had either."

"It's a parade. They requested me in particular since as an enforcer before the war, thus highly supportive of the law, they wanted to set an example for the trouble makers to behave and to let the population know that they can count on us."

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot you were an enforcer. That would explain a lot. Prowl, you're really kick aft. I didn't know the humans knew you were an enforcer, or what an enforcer even is, but are you sure it's not because of your alt mode?"

Prowl let out an ex-vent. "It's that as well. Optimus gave them his word that I would be there and I don't want to do it alone."

"I'll come. I'll get Smokescreen to come with us. It's not like he has anything better to do. The card game can wait until later."

Prowl gave Bluestreak a concerned look. "Another card game?"

Bluestreak jerked his doorwings into a stiff posture, "Uh… You didn't hear that from me, in fact, you didn't hear that at all. You don't know anything about the betting either."

Prowl rubbed his chevron. "Please tell me there are no visiting humans on the Ark today."

"Nope, no humans." Bluestreak chirped.

"Go get Smokescreen. We'll leave in an hour." Prowl muttered as the two of them left his office.

Bluestreak followed Prowl, "But he's in the rec room, so we can go together."

"Very well."

There was a brief silence as the two headed down the hall before Bluestreak remembered the package. "Prowl, I almost forgot, but I saw this in a movie I saw last week and I thought of you. So I hunted it down and got one for you. I hope it fits… They said it would, but I measured myself just to be sure since we have similar frames, but I didn't try it on because I didn't want to open it up." He presented Prowl with the package.

By the time Prowl opened the compact package and pulled out the contents, the two of them had already reached the rec room. "What is it?"

Smokescreen, who noticed their arrival and was quick to hide the evidence of their activities, cocked his head to the side to get a better view of the black material.

"I don't remember what it's called, but it goes on your chassis and helps you stay clean when driving around seeing how persistent the bug population is about dying."

It took a moment for Smokescreen to figure out what Bluestreak was talking about, but as soon as it clicked, he found it nearly impossible to hide his smirk.

"Thank you." Prowl replied, a rare smile on his face. "I'll try it on in a little bit."

Bluestreak received a hug from the older Praxian before the gunner approached Smokescreen who had been shamelessly listening in. "Smokey, Prowl and I are going to be in a parade in Portland. Why don't you come with us?"

Smokescreen saw a glimpse of Prowl trying to figure out how the material was configured as he walked out of the rec room with a cube of energon safely in his subspace. "Blue, you just made my day." Smokescreen held back a snort, "Of course I'll come." And take pictures.

Portland was a nice place and it was good to get away from the Ark for a while.

The drive was nice.

As much as Bluestreak's present looked like it would be torture to wear, especially with his doorwings, he found that it was comfortable and he could even transform with it on. The color went well with his frame, but it did stand out. Bluestreak was happy to see that he liked it, but Smokescreen fell back behind them.

When Prowl asked if something was wrong, Smokescreen vigorously shook his head no and looked as if he was in pain. Prowl was concerned, but knew to trust the gambler's judgement.

He waved to the crowds, just as Bluestreak did. Some of the younger humans ran beside them for a short while to ask quick questions. It was nice to see that they were unafraid to speak with them, though they asked some very odd questions.

Come to think about it, the majority of the population was giving him weird looks. It wasn't as if he was displaying his weapons and last he checked, he had avoided those squirrels, the suicidal creatures that they were.

Prowl let out a huff of annoyance.

Why did the humans keep asking him if he was a woman?

He wasn't a human and Cybertronians didn't have genders, so why were they so convinced that he was?

Bluestreak didn't think anything was wrong. In fact, the gunner was having a great time walking in the parade.

Smokescreen, however, was laughing his aft off while trailing behind them.

Weird looks and odd questions.

Women generally had larger chests than men and often wore additional, specialized clothing in response.

He didn't normally get a response like this, so it had to be something different about him and the only thing that it could be was Bluestreak's present.

Women wore bras.

He…

Autobot Prowl, second in command and head of the tactical department was wearing something similar to a bra.

Prowl flicked his doorwings in annoyance.

He was wearing a car bra in downtown Portland.

If Prowl was more interested in betting, he would have bet that Smokescreen was taking pictures and by time they got back to the Ark, everyone would know about it.

Prowl had the distinct feeling that this was going to come back and bite him in the aft.

On the bright side, at least he wasn't wearing whatever the equivalent to a car thong happened to be.