#prowlbee

“Bodycam Footage”

Wrote this cause I wanted more of this concept but I didn’t want to draw all that. If there’s any demand, from myself or others, I may make a sequel. Here, a valve produces transfluid/lubricant whilst a spike produces protomatter, y'know, the thing that builds the baby.

“Prowlll…” he moaned, mumbling to himself.

In his room, in the base, he was riding a pillow, the ground in front of him currently splattered with his own protomatter. He wished it was inside Prowl. Or on him. He didn’t really care which.

In his head, in his own dirty little fantasy, he was frotting against Prowl’s spike like how one of those… one of those stupid Earth animals he loves so much fight with those horns on their heads. He could give him something better to do than watch those stupid documentary shows. Like; Prowl’s the one on the team who knows protoforms, huh? He thinks he knows so much— Bee could act like he was about to put one in him if he wanted. He could get that annoying, deep, luxurious voice to glitch into absolute ecstasy. Not that he needed anything like that.

Not that Prowl ever would.

Bee was so sure, he didn’t even bother to ask. He was chill with letting his little crush run its course. Sure, the amount of times he’s been absolutely (not!) fixated on the 2-wheeler until he needed to go blow his load has been getting… more frequent, but it would peter out eventually. He was sure of it.

Somewhere along the way, the little fantasy in his processor shifted. You see; he was scanned from a police vehicle, which came with a 100% operational, bona fide dash cam. He’d looked through the footage a few times, mostly just reviewing missions. But his processor, oh, it imagined a world where Prowl got ahold of the footage, the footage being captured right now.

Of course, not right now for real right now. His dashcam only turned on when he was driving in his alt mode. (But you see, in his root mode, his cabin was perched on his chassis; the driver’s seat and dashboard pointing down at his legs.) Imagine; Prowl, holding homemade porn of his own crewmate, and not being able to resist, or maybe he’d just stumble upon the footage already playing, go ‘holy shit, what the hell-‘ then hear his name. Hear Bumblebee moaning his name under his breath to no one except himself. And his spike can’t help but pressurize. And he goes to lock the door and—

Bumblebee imagined an embarrassed Prowl, spike in hand or digits sunk into his valve, being a creep. Masturbating to Bumblebee moaning over the thought of him, shooting his load over the thought of him, whispering his name in broken mewls.

Oh frag, that did it.

Bumblebee rutted into the pillow even faster, chasing that edge, that peak, he was almost there— The idea of Prowl watching him shudder right now, just recorded and replayed, fuck, that revved his engine. Fuck-fuck-fuck, he was gonna cum. He got lost in the fantasy, he wanted to put on a show for the uptight 2-wheeler. He mumbled to no one but himself as he humped into mesh, “You like that Prowl?…” “You want me to be yours?” “…Frag— slag—“ He wrapped his servo around his spike and frantically pumped it, still grinding the rest of his array into the pillow. “You want me inside you,” he insisted to no one, projecting. “Fuck, Prowl… Prowl,” he moaned through gritted dentae, “I want you so fragging bad,” he admitted. “Why do you have to be so hot?” He shifted his weight to be leaning forward onto the floor instead of arching his back like a bottom on top. He went faster, faster—

“Frag! —Fuck!!” Protomatter shot out of his spike. Protomatter meant for Prowl. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,” he milked the rest out of himself, riding the cresting wave of overloading to the hottest thing he’s come up with yet. In his processor, Prowl was sitting at the monitor in a locked, dark room, cumming right at that part of the footage, cumming to Bumblebee’s frame.

“Hah~, hff~, hah~,” He vented, cooling down his overheating frame. Frag, he wanted that. Prowl overloading for him. Just like he just did. In his room to a slagging pillow.

I'm still figuring out how to draw Prowl