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Prowl let out a sigh.
Sometimes he found his job hard. His job required him to always have to be professional, and to have knowledge about every situation.
Today, The Decepticon seekers decided to spring a surprise attack just outside the base of the Ark. Unfortunately, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had been outside at the time (Primus knows what they where doing. Horney buggers), and Prowl was the closets to hear the shouts and yells of surprise.
By the time Prowl had appeared, yelling instructions, the twins had already shot down Starscream and sent the other two flying off with their commander.
Prowl had been relieved that neither of them had been hurt, but was annoyed that the two knew perfectly well that he was close by, and could have assisted them in the feud.

Later on that day, Prowl was in the rec room, writing reports (as usual). He tried to block out the gloats and overly exaggeration over the battle earlier that day made by the twins.

“Did you see where I hit that whiney bitch Starscream?” Asked Sunstreaker, very loudly to Sideswipe, so that the rest of the Autobots could hear.
“Hell Yeah! Right where the sun don’t shine”
“’Till I come and bash the frag outta it. BAM!”
Sunstreaker punched his fist into his opposite palm.
Prowl grumbled. He had just about enough of this, but he forced himself to concentrate on his paper work.
He felt a hard slap on his back.
“Hey Prowlie.” Sideswipe mocked. Prowl straightened up.
“What is it Sideswipe?”
“Oh, where just here to tell you some wonderful news!” Sunstreaker joined in.
“You remember our battle with the seekers, right?” Sideswipe continued. “Well we won! And we did it allll by ourselves!”
The two twins laughed in unison.
“Well done you two.” Prowl said, clearly unamused.
“Yeah, those Deceptions are such cyber-pussy’s. Right Sideswipe.”
Sideswipe nodded.
“You don’t even need-“ Sideswipe leaned into Prowl’s ear. “-a plan to bring them down!”
They both laughed again, high-fiving each other.
By this point, Prowl had had enough.
He picked up his data pads and headed for his office.
Right now, he really wanted to see Bluestreak. He wanted to cuddle up to his boyfriend, and let his annoyance subside.
He and Bluestreak hadn’t had much sexual activity, let alone any activity, after they discovered each others ‘secrets’.
And Prowl was a little disappointed, because he always wanted to experience an interface. But it was impossible to do that when neither of them had a plug. So, they worked their ways around that by satisfying each other by using fingers and mouths.
Prowl sighed again.
Tonight, he decided, that he’ll show Bluestreak a good time.
‘Cyber-pussy’ he mused, recalling Sunstreakers insult.
‘That gives me an idea…’

Bluestreak strode down the hall to his and Prowl’s quarters, smiling to himself.
Just now, Ironhide had challenged the gunner to an accuracy competition. The old fool should have known better than to compete against the sharp shooter, knowing that he would win. So seeing the disbelief on the bodyguards face was what really made his day. But now, what he really wanted was to lie down onto his berth and snuggle up with Prowl.
If he could.
He sighed and punched in the access code to unlock his door to his quarters. It was dark, meaning he was going to be a lonely mech tonight. But once he stepped through the threshold of the door, he noticed a dark figure lying across the berth, he’s head rested on his hand while the other lazily caressing his thigh. It was still dark, and only the light from the moon gave some view of…Prowl, laying there. With cat ears. And a tail?
“P-Prowl? Is that you?” He squinted, trying to get a better look.
Prowl smiled. “Meow!”

Prowl got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Bluestreak, stopping at the end of the berth.
“What’s all this?”
Prowl ducked his head. He peered into Bluestreak optics, like a hungry… cyber-cat!  The thought clicked.
“Prowlie is pussy.” He purred.
“I can see that, but-“
Prowl beckoned him forward with a single digit.
“Prowlie is pussy.” He repeated, licking his top lip. “And pussy wants to play.”
Bluestreak stopped at the end of the berth.
Prowl wrapped his arms around his neck, hanging off it.
“But first,” Prowl leaned forward, brushing their lips together, “Pussy is hungry. Won’t master feed pussy?”
Bluestreak shivered at his new name. Not knowing what was going to happen tonight, he decided to go along with it.
“Uh…s-sure.” He stammered.
Prowl smiled. Bluestreak noticed that he even put fangs in his mouth, to broaden the effect.
Prowl crawled his way over to the bedside table.
Bluestreak couldn’t help but entranced by the cute, gorgeous aft that was right in his line of sight.
Prowl was aware that Bluestreak was staring at his behind, so he gave it a wiggle, just to tease.
Bluestreak had to hold back the urge to grope it.
Prowl returned with a jug of bright purple Energon in a jug. He placed it down and grabbed Bluestreak hands together, guiding them to cup.
Bluestreak got the general idea as Prowl poured a small amount of the liquid into his palms.
“Hmm” Prowl moaned excitedly, licking his lips. He stuck out his glossa and dipped it into the life giving substance.
He continuously lapped it.
There hadn’t been much in Bluestreak hands. He could feel Prowl glossa brushing heavily against his fingers.
Prowl finished. Blotches of Energon were left on Bluestreak palms and fingers. He grabbed his wrists again and began to lick each finger individually. Prowl Feeling Prowl glossa over his hands made his CPU buzz with excitement.
He took the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them gently.
‘’
Twirling his tongue around his palms, Prowl finished.
“There. All done!” Prowl smiled, satisfied. Prowl climbed off the berth and headed for the door.
Bluestreak thought that Prowl was going to leave him unfinished, but Prowl only punched in the lock code to secure the door.
“Now.” Prowl said quietly, slowly turning around.
“Time for play!”
Prowl jumped Bluestreak and pinned him down with his full weight.
Bluestreak yelped in surprise and pain.
Prowl wiggled himself a bit to get comfortable, before smothering Bluestreak chassis with licks.

Starting from the face, he licked his way around Bluestreak lips, cheeks, nose brow and chin. Moving down, he traced his glossa along his jaw line and dipped into his audios.
Whines, moans and jolts of his body were emitted from Bluestreak.
Prowl moved again, down to his curved, smooth chest. He dragged his top lip down Bluestreak front, and up again with his bottom. He kissed his way to his stomach. Felling mischief, he clasped his lips around the white armour and blew a hard raspberry onto it.
“D-AH! Prowl?!” Bluestreak exclaimed.
Prowl continued moving southward on Bluestreaks body. His arms where being strained from stretching to keep him pinned. He slowly ran them down his forearms and up to his neck. He felt all around the soft plating.

Prowl’s fingers crawled to Bluestreaks knees. His lips ghosted over the heated codpiece of his lover.
Bluestreak Gasped. “Oh Prowl.” He felt his glossa take a single, long lick up the plate. “OH!”
Prowl had complete control over the situation, so he could do whatever he liked.
“Pussy hasn’t finished playing.” He flipped Bluestreak onto his stomach.
He reached under and grabbed his crotch, lifting it so his aft stick high in the air.
“Prowl? What are you – AHHH!?”
Prowl began to lick the backsides of Bluestreaks thighs. He turned in the lick the insides of them too.
“AAHH! HHAAHH!” Bluestreak wailed, clawing in front of him.
Prowl moved his licks up to Bluestreaks aft. Burying his face into the behind, he scraped his ‘fangs’ across it and bit it.
“OW! PROWL?!”
Prowl giggled.
“Right. That’s it!” Bluestreak turned himself round. He pulled Prowl up for a kiss.
Bluestreak wasn’t the only one who had plans in mind.
“Prowlie has been a bad witty kitty.” He said between lip-locks.
“It’s pussy!” Prowl corrected, pouting.
“’Pussy. Whatever. Master is upset with him. Would Prowlie make master feel better?”
He grabbed Prowl’s wrists and guided them to his hot codpiece.
Prowl smiled, lustfully.
“Whatever master wishes.”

“OH PROWL! DON’T STOP!” Bluestreak squirmed under Prowl’s mouth.
Prowl sucked and bit at the closed codpiece, egging it on to reveal itself. Disappointed, Prowl pawed at him.
“Open.” He commanded. He squeaked when the plate split open and lubricants oozed from the open hole.
The cool air from the room seeped into the hot port, causing him to shiver and moan.
Prowl licked his lips and plunged his tongue in, tasting what was Prowl’s arousal.
“NNAAH! UH! UH!” Bluestreak panted.
Prowl’s tongue, coated with lubricants, lapped the insides of the port.
Bluestreaks overload came. His port spat out cum all over Prowl’s face in the climax. He arched, pushing Prowl’s face into his crotch.
When it subsided, he relaxed and lowered himself. He looked up at Prowl, who was cleaning his face with the back of his hand, then licking it off.
“Wow…Prowl.”
Prowl looked down at him.
“Did pussy please master?”
“Uh-huh.” Bluestreak sat back up. Now it was his turn.
“So much so. That master has a toy for pussy.”
“Oh?” Prowl had dropped the whole cutsie act, looking quite surprised.
Bluestreak reached for the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. He shuffled through some junk before he pulled out what looked like a remote and a round, oval like object.
“Bluestreak?” Prowl stared, wide-eyed at the vibrator.
“Come on Prowl. It’ll be fun.”
Bluestreak placed his hands on Prowls knees and pushed them open.
“Retract you codpiece.” He commanded,
“Excuse me? But I think I have more authority than you do.” Prowl scowled, but obliged.
Once the hole was exposed he pushed the vibrator into it. It fit quite snugly.
“Ready?” Bluestreak said, holding up the remote. “Enjoy.”
Bluestreak turned the dial to the first setting.
Soft vibrations where felt from Prowl’s codpiece. Softly, but enough to make him whine.
“hmm! Bluestreak.”
Prowl arched, trying to get away, but closer to the soft vibrations.
Bluestreak turned it up to the next setting.
Prowl toppled onto his back and writhed.
“NYAH! Oh! OH!”
Bluestreak pulled Prowl to sit onto his lap, to watch him being pleasured by the sensation.
“I want to see you overload.” He whispered. He turned up to the last dial.
Prowl’s legs swung open, lubricant’s spilling and spurting from his port. The berth thrummed from the vibrations.
It was tormenting as much as it was erotic.
Prowl thrashed wildly.
Bluestreak held his pelvic plate still while he phished out the vibrator. Once retrieved, he turned it off and watched Prowl climax. He’s was just as messy as he’s own. Everywhere it went.
“GWAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Prowl’s body finished, then relaxed.

By the end, Prowl was puffing. He sighed, satisfied. Bluestreak pulled him down to lie with him. They snuggled up to each other. Bluestreak petted Prowl’s head and laced his other hand in Prowl’s fingers.
“That was quite a show.” Bluestreak remarked.
“I had the best time.”
“Pussy, hmm. I must say, that was clever. And sexy”
“Thankyou”
“It’s not like you at all to be that kinky. But I love this new side of you.”
“Well. I should keep it up more often. Hm?”
“Please do.”
The both of them stroked each other, before falling into recharge.

Description
Prowl let out a sigh.
Sometimes he found his job hard. His job required him to always have to be professional, and to have knowledge about every situation.
Today, The Decepticon seekers decided to spring a surprise attack just outside the base of the Ark. Unfortunately, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had been outside at the time (Primus knows what they where doing. Horney buggers), and Prowl was the closets to hear the shouts and yells of surprise.
By the time Prowl had appeared, yelling instructions, the twins had already shot down Starscream and sent the other two flying off with their commander.
Prowl had been relieved that neither of them had been hurt, but was annoyed that the two knew perfectly well that he was close by, and could have assisted them in the feud.

Later on that day, Prowl was in the rec room, writing reports (as usual). He tried to block out the gloats and overly exaggeration over the battle earlier that day made by the twins.

“Did you see where I hit that whiney bitch Starscream?” Asked Sunstreaker, very loudly to Sideswipe, so that the rest of the Autobots could hear.
“Hell Yeah! Right where the sun don’t shine”
“’Till I come and bash the frag outta it. BAM!”
Sunstreaker punched his fist into his opposite palm.
Prowl grumbled. He had just about enough of this, but he forced himself to concentrate on his paper work.
He felt a hard slap on his back.
“Hey Prowlie.” Sideswipe mocked. Prowl straightened up.
“What is it Sideswipe?”
“Oh, where just here to tell you some wonderful news!” Sunstreaker joined in.
“You remember our battle with the seekers, right?” Sideswipe continued. “Well we won! And we did it allll by ourselves!”
The two twins laughed in unison.
“Well done you two.” Prowl said, clearly unamused.
“Yeah, those Deceptions are such cyber-pussy’s. Right Sideswipe.”
Sideswipe nodded.
“You don’t even need-“ Sideswipe leaned into Prowl’s ear. “-a plan to bring them down!”
They both laughed again, high-fiving each other.
By this point, Prowl had had enough.
He picked up his data pads and headed for his office.
Right now, he really wanted to see Bluestreak. He wanted to cuddle up to his boyfriend, and let his annoyance subside.
He and Bluestreak hadn’t had much sexual activity, let alone any activity, after they discovered each others ‘secrets’.
And Prowl was a little disappointed, because he always wanted to experience an interface. But it was impossible to do that when neither of them had a plug. So, they worked their ways around that by satisfying each other by using fingers and mouths.
Prowl sighed again.
Tonight, he decided, that he’ll show Bluestreak a good time.
‘Cyber-pussy’ he mused, recalling Sunstreakers insult.
‘That gives me an idea…’

Bluestreak strode down the hall to his and Prowl’s quarters, smiling to himself.
Just now, Ironhide had challenged the gunner to an accuracy competition. The old fool should have known better than to compete against the sharp shooter, knowing that he would win. So seeing the disbelief on the bodyguards face was what really made his day. But now, what he really wanted was to lie down onto his berth and snuggle up with Prowl.
If he could.
He sighed and punched in the access code to unlock his door to his quarters. It was dark, meaning he was going to be a lonely mech tonight. But once he stepped through the threshold of the door, he noticed a dark figure lying across the berth, he’s head rested on his hand while the other lazily caressing his thigh. It was still dark, and only the light from the moon gave some view of…Prowl, laying there. With cat ears. And a tail?
“P-Prowl? Is that you?” He squinted, trying to get a better look.
Prowl smiled. “Meow!”

Prowl got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Bluestreak, stopping at the end of the berth.
“What’s all this?”
Prowl ducked his head. He peered into Bluestreak optics, like a hungry… cyber-cat!  The thought clicked.
“Prowlie is pussy.” He purred.
“I can see that, but-“
Prowl beckoned him forward with a single digit.
“Prowlie is pussy.” He repeated, licking his top lip. “And pussy wants to play.”
Bluestreak stopped at the end of the berth.
Prowl wrapped his arms around his neck, hanging off it.
“But first,” Prowl leaned forward, brushing their lips together, “Pussy is hungry. Won’t master feed pussy?”
Bluestreak shivered at his new name. Not knowing what was going to happen tonight, he decided to go along with it.
“Uh…s-sure.” He stammered.
Prowl smiled. Bluestreak noticed that he even put fangs in his mouth, to broaden the effect.
Prowl crawled his way over to the bedside table.
Bluestreak couldn’t help but entranced by the cute, gorgeous aft that was right in his line of sight.
Prowl was aware that Bluestreak was staring at his behind, so he gave it a wiggle, just to tease.
Bluestreak had to hold back the urge to grope it.
Prowl returned with a jug of bright purple Energon in a jug. He placed it down and grabbed Bluestreak hands together, guiding them to cup.
Bluestreak got the general idea as Prowl poured a small amount of the liquid into his palms.
“Hmm” Prowl moaned excitedly, licking his lips. He stuck out his glossa and dipped it into the life giving substance.
He continuously lapped it.
There hadn’t been much in Bluestreak hands. He could feel Prowl glossa brushing heavily against his fingers.
Prowl finished. Blotches of Energon were left on Bluestreak palms and fingers. He grabbed his wrists again and began to lick each finger individually. Prowl Feeling Prowl glossa over his hands made his CPU buzz with excitement.
He took the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them gently.
‘’
Twirling his tongue around his palms, Prowl finished.
“There. All done!” Prowl smiled, satisfied. Prowl climbed off the berth and headed for the door.
Bluestreak thought that Prowl was going to leave him unfinished, but Prowl only punched in the lock code to secure the door.
“Now.” Prowl said quietly, slowly turning around.
“Time for play!”
Prowl jumped Bluestreak and pinned him down with his full weight.
Bluestreak yelped in surprise and pain.
Prowl wiggled himself a bit to get comfortable, before smothering Bluestreak chassis with licks.

Starting from the face, he licked his way around Bluestreak lips, cheeks, nose brow and chin. Moving down, he traced his glossa along his jaw line and dipped into his audios.
Whines, moans and jolts of his body were emitted from Bluestreak.
Prowl moved again, down to his curved, smooth chest. He dragged his top lip down Bluestreak front, and up again with his bottom. He kissed his way to his stomach. Felling mischief, he clasped his lips around the white armour and blew a hard raspberry onto it.
“D-AH! Prowl?!” Bluestreak exclaimed.
Prowl continued moving southward on Bluestreaks body. His arms where being strained from stretching to keep him pinned. He slowly ran them down his forearms and up to his neck. He felt all around the soft plating.

Prowl’s fingers crawled to Bluestreaks knees. His lips ghosted over the heated codpiece of his lover.
Bluestreak Gasped. “Oh Prowl.” He felt his glossa take a single, long lick up the plate. “OH!”
Prowl had complete control over the situation, so he could do whatever he liked.
“Pussy hasn’t finished playing.” He flipped Bluestreak onto his stomach.
He reached under and grabbed his crotch, lifting it so his aft stick high in the air.
“Prowl? What are you – AHHH!?”
Prowl began to lick the backsides of Bluestreaks thighs. He turned in the lick the insides of them too.
“AAHH! HHAAHH!” Bluestreak wailed, clawing in front of him.
Prowl moved his licks up to Bluestreaks aft. Burying his face into the behind, he scraped his ‘fangs’ across it and bit it.
“OW! PROWL?!”
Prowl giggled.
“Right. That’s it!” Bluestreak turned himself round. He pulled Prowl up for a kiss.
Bluestreak wasn’t the only one who had plans in mind.
“Prowlie has been a bad witty kitty.” He said between lip-locks.
“It’s pussy!” Prowl corrected, pouting.
“’Pussy. Whatever. Master is upset with him. Would Prowlie make master feel better?”
He grabbed Prowl’s wrists and guided them to his hot codpiece.
Prowl smiled, lustfully.
“Whatever master wishes.”

“OH PROWL! DON’T STOP!” Bluestreak squirmed under Prowl’s mouth.
Prowl sucked and bit at the closed codpiece, egging it on to reveal itself. Disappointed, Prowl pawed at him.
“Open.” He commanded. He squeaked when the plate split open and lubricants oozed from the open hole.
The cool air from the room seeped into the hot port, causing him to shiver and moan.
Prowl licked his lips and plunged his tongue in, tasting what was Prowl’s arousal.
“NNAAH! UH! UH!” Bluestreak panted.
Prowl’s tongue, coated with lubricants, lapped the insides of the port.
Bluestreaks overload came. His port spat out cum all over Prowl’s face in the climax. He arched, pushing Prowl’s face into his crotch.
When it subsided, he relaxed and lowered himself. He looked up at Prowl, who was cleaning his face with the back of his hand, then licking it off.
“Wow…Prowl.”
Prowl looked down at him.
“Did pussy please master?”
“Uh-huh.” Bluestreak sat back up. Now it was his turn.
“So much so. That master has a toy for pussy.”
“Oh?” Prowl had dropped the whole cutsie act, looking quite surprised.
Bluestreak reached for the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. He shuffled through some junk before he pulled out what looked like a remote and a round, oval like object.
“Bluestreak?” Prowl stared, wide-eyed at the vibrator.
“Come on Prowl. It’ll be fun.”
Bluestreak placed his hands on Prowls knees and pushed them open.
“Retract you codpiece.” He commanded,
“Excuse me? But I think I have more authority than you do.” Prowl scowled, but obliged.
Once the hole was exposed he pushed the vibrator into it. It fit quite snugly.
“Ready?” Bluestreak said, holding up the remote. “Enjoy.”
Bluestreak turned the dial to the first setting.
Soft vibrations where felt from Prowl’s codpiece. Softly, but enough to make him whine.
“hmm! Bluestreak.”
Prowl arched, trying to get away, but closer to the soft vibrations.
Bluestreak turned it up to the next setting.
Prowl toppled onto his back and writhed.
“NYAH! Oh! OH!”
Bluestreak pulled Prowl to sit onto his lap, to watch him being pleasured by the sensation.
“I want to see you overload.” He whispered. He turned up to the last dial.
Prowl’s legs swung open, lubricant’s spilling and spurting from his port. The berth thrummed from the vibrations.
It was tormenting as much as it was erotic.
Prowl thrashed wildly.
Bluestreak held his pelvic plate still while he phished out the vibrator. Once retrieved, he turned it off and watched Prowl climax. He’s was just as messy as he’s own. Everywhere it went.
“GWAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Prowl’s body finished, then relaxed.

By the end, Prowl was puffing. He sighed, satisfied. Bluestreak pulled him down to lie with him. They snuggled up to each other. Bluestreak petted Prowl’s head and laced his other hand in Prowl’s fingers.
“That was quite a show.” Bluestreak remarked.
“I had the best time.”
“Pussy, hmm. I must say, that was clever. And sexy”
“Thankyou”
“It’s not like you at all to be that kinky. But I love this new side of you.”
“Well. I should keep it up more often. Hm?”
“Please do.”
The both of them stroked each other, before falling into recharge.