Transformers Equestria Girls In Disguise Shorts

After the celebration at CHS, everyone was heading back on their way home. All of the students were going back to their normal homes, including all of the students at Crystal Prep.

As for the Shadowbolt girls consisting of Indigo, Sour, Sugarcoat, Lemon, and Sunny, they were going home on the Friday night. After helping set up the party and battling Decepticons, they were up for some much needed rest. And they were going home feeling much safer than they were a few days ago. Because now they could go home with their new Autobot guardians who would be watching over them making sure that no one would be hurting them. There was only one issue... how would their families react to knowing that they went out into a dangerous situation fighting intergalactic terrorists from outer space?

Indigo sat in the driver seat of Hound in his military jeep mode, in the driveway of her home late at night, around 6:30. Around her neck was the medal handed to her by the Autobots. Her fingers patted the steering wheel as she sat there, thinking. How could she bring this up to her father? How could she explain her to dad what had happened, and the military jeep that she brought home with her?

"You okay Indigo?", Hound asked.

Indigo looked down on the steering wheel, sweat running down her forehead.

"Uh... no," Indigo replied. "I'll admit, I don't know how I can tell my dad about this. If he found out I was nearly killed by those Decepticons, he would freak out. How can I even tell him about you?"

"Don't," Hound bluntly said.

Indigo's eyes widened, "What?"

"Don't tell him. There are things that some people can know, and there are some things that people don't need to know. This is one of those things. If you want to tell him, I won't stand in your way. But its up to you whether you tell him what happened or not."

Indigo nodded, "You're right. I can tell him. But not today. I have an idea on how to explain this."

Indigo made a leap off the side of the jeep and pressed the button to open up the garage door. She turned her body around to look at Hound with a smirk on her face.

"Okay Hound old buddy, I can't wait to see the looks on my Dad's when I tell him--"

"Tell me what, Indigo?", a stern voice said from the garage.

Indigo froze when she heard that cold hard voice. She was too afraid to even imagine what the source was thinking. She slowly turned around with a hesitated grin on her face.

"Uh, hey, D-Dad...", Indigo said.

Emerging from the darkness of the garage, revealed Indigo's father. He had pale skin like Indigo's, short black hair, a dark blue blazer with a graphic of a blue lightning bolt firing out of a pair of cloudy eagle wings, and tan pants with black shoes. His scowl was terrifying to look at, it was like he was staring down into Indigo's soul.

Indigo gulped, "Um... what's up?"

"Let me get this straight Indigo, I get a call about a terrorist attack at CHS during the Friendship Games, and you never thought to call me? Do you realize how scared I was for your own safety?"

"I know I... what?" Indigo was caught off guard.

"Indigo. Lightning. Zap. You should have called me to let me know you were okay, I was scared out of my mind," Indigo's father said with a stern voice.

Indigo sighed. At least he wasn't asking about the car.

"I know... I'm sorry Dad. I should have called you. I guess you're going to have to ground me, aren't you?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ground you? Why would I ground you?"

Indigo's eyes darted side to side, thinking. "Well, I didn't call you, and I thought that would--"

"Let me stop you there kiddo. I'm not going to ground you over that. I am however going to ask that you call me from now on when something like that happens, okay? I just want to make sure you're alright," Indigo's dad said with a hint of warmness.

Indigo nodded, "Understood sir. I'm sorry."

Indigo's dad smile, "Come here kiddo..."

Indigo's dad pulled his daughter in for a hug, and while Indigo was caught by surprise, she gave one in return. Once she pulled back, her father looked at the golden medal around her neck.

"What's that medal kiddo? Did Crystal Prep win again?", Indigo's father said, sounding giddy.

"Uh... no. We never actually finished the games. I uh... got this for, something... else," Indigo said, hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

Indigo could feel sweat running down her forehead. How was he going to react when she told him?

"Okay, uh... that terrorist attack that happened at CHS? It wasn't a terrorist attack. It was a bunch of gunmen trying to find some valuable jewels that were hidden in the school, and so... me and the girls stopped them and we were uh, rewarded."

Indigo's father raised a brow, "you did... what?"

"I know it sounds stupid, and I know its dangerous to deal with people that have highly loaded weapons but--"

"Indigo. That is... awesome!"

"I... what?" Indigo sputtered.

"You handled criminals on your own with just you and your friends? Kiddo, that's the coolest thing I've ever heard from you. I told you that you could use your gifts for good instead of rivalry," Indigo's father ruffled up Indigo's hair a bit, making her giggle a bit.

"I know, I know," Indigo said, "use your gifts for good instead for your own greedy desires. I've heard you make that speech thousands of times."

Indigo's father just nodded and patted his daughter's shoulders, "I'm just glad to see you're okay kiddo. Your mom would have been proud of you."

Indigo nodded.

Indigo's father looked to the side and his eyes widened a bit to see the old green military jeep that was parked in the driveway.

"Um... Indigo. Would you care to explain to me the military car you have right here?"

Indigo froze when she heard him say that. Now it looked like she was gonna be exposed for good. She slowly turned around to look at the green jeep and gulped before turning around to her father.

"Well, Dad, uh... as a reward for helping stopping those bad guys, they gave me this jeep as a reward. All fixed up for me to take out on drives," Indigo said.

Her father took another look at the vehicle, and he gave somewhat of a grin. That was a very nice looking car.

"Do you know what kind of car that is?"

Indigo smirked, "a 1943 Mitsubishi J59 military jeep. I know my cars."

Indigo's father shook his head, "Okay, okay. So let me get this straight, they just gave you this car? I thought you wanted something like a hot rod or a sports car."

"I did, but... not anymore. After I saw this bad boy," Indigo said as she walked to the car, patting the hood, "I couldn't say no. How awesome is this? Can I keep it? Please?"

Indigo's father sighed, "Okay, since they gave it to you as a reward, I suppose I'll allow you to keep it. But its your responsibility, you have to maintain it and pay for any damage and repairs it needs. Understood?"

Indigo nodded, "Loud and clear sir."

"Good. Now what you say you pull that thing into the garage, and we make some celebratory cheeseburgers?"

Indigo grinned, "Yes!"

With Lemon Zest, she didn't have a car to show off. But rather a new boombox to show off. Since Blaster could transform into a hand held object, it made carrying him back to her home a lot easier. Besides, Lemon preferred walking than driving.

"You sure your dad will be cool with me?" Blaster asked.

"Yeah dude. Besides I've already got a cover for you. I bought you at a store where they sell old stuff, and I traded my new radio in for you because you're cooler," Lemon grinned. "Oh, just to warn you, I do have a few dogs so don't be alarmed when they start barking when I enter in the door."

Lemon put Blaster down next to her feet as she reached for her key. She put it into the lock and opened up the door. Once it was open, she picked up Blaster and carried him inside as she went into her home.

"Dad! I'm home!"

"I'll be right down in a second!" Lemon's father called.

And at that moment, four little fluffy puppies came charging at Lemon with excitement.

"Hey babies!" Lemon took a knee down to hug her puppies, "Come here... Daw, you miss me? Aw, who missed me you wittle guys? I missed you guys too..."

One of the puppies just gave Lemon's face a lick, making her giggle.

"Raffles, come on," Lemon giggled. She always loved seeing her puppies come and greet her whenever she came home. It was one of the few things that lightened up her day when she returned from a long and dull day at Crystal Prep.

"Aw, I missed you wittle guys! Eeee! I missed you all!", Lemon squeed as she gave hugs to the little puppies.

The fluffy dog looked towards Lemon's new radio system, and he let out a few growls. He could sense something wasn't right.

"Raffie!" Lemon said, getting the dog's attention. "Its fine, its just a boombox."

The little baby wouldn't stop growling at Blaster which made Lemon start to panic. His cover would be blown in a instant. What could she do? Lemon looked on the floor and grinned as she got an idea. She picked up a blue chew toy and it squeaked, grabbing their attention.

"You want it? You want it?"

The puppies attention was drawn to the chew toy and they all stood in a playing position, ready to fetch with wagging tails.

"Go get it!" Lemon said as she tossed it down a hall for the puppies to go chase it. She watched as their little tiny paws kept sliding across the floor as they ran to go grab the toy.

Lemon looked forward and saw the sight of her father coming down the staircase; Citron Zest. He had white skin, with long green hair that only hit to his shoulders, with yellow eyes. He also had black pants, a gray tank top, and he wore a short sleeved jacket with a picture of a cut up lemon bar graphic on the left side.

"Hey kiddo," Lemon's father scooped Lemon up in a big hug.

"D-Dad... can't... breathe..."

Lemon's father pulled out to look her in the eye, "Sweetheart, why didn't you call me? I thought from that terrorist attack you were gonna get killed."

Lemon sighed, "I'm sorry Dad. I meant to call you, but every time I did it was always at the wrong time."

"Like the time that you got sent to the principal's office just for raising your music too loud?"

"That was one time!"

"The point is... you need to call me when things like this happen. Okay?"

Lemon paused for a moment and came to a nod, "Okay. I promise."

Lemon's father smiled, "Come here kiddo."

Lemon's father pulled Lemon in for a much softer hug, both of them finally relaxing from their own terrors. The feeling of losing one another was fading away as they finally calmed down.

"Hey Lemon? What's that boombox you've got there?"

"Oh, that! I meant to tell you. Some guy was just throwing this away, but I took it off his hands."

"What? Who would throw something like that away? Its in perfect condition!"

"I know!", Lemon exclaimed. "The guy just tossed it away! No way I'm letting something like this go!"

Lemon's father chuckled, "People these days... But enough about that. Perhaps you should unload your belongings and get some dinner."

"Okay!"

Lemon rushed upstairs in a jiffy, carrying Blaster carefully in her arms. No way she was going to drop him.

As she walked into her room, she set Blaster down on a desk in her room. Even in radio form, he could get a good view of Lemon's room. On the desk he sat on, there was a computer on her desk, which had many different stickers all over it. There was several posters on her walls of metal bands, science fiction shows and movies, and a few occasional fluffy puppies. Data disks, DVDs, headphones, and many other music related items were strewn all over the floor, along with some of her clothes like a few shirts, tank tops, bras, underwear, shorts, skirts, and even shoes.

"Give you credit for living like a rock star," Blaster chuckled.

Lemon giggled, "Yeah. Look, I got to eat with my dad, are you okay just sitting up here?"

"No worry girl. I'll just chill up here. Mind if I have a look around?"

"No, of course. Just... can you not reveal yourself just yet? I don't need my dad freaking out when he finds out that my boombox is an alien," Lemon cringed.

"Of course. Just go eat, I'll just take a look," Blaster replied.

Lemon grinned, "Thanks dude."

Sugarcoat entered inside her house with one lone robot right behind her. Since Highbrow couldn't very well go to her house without drawing too much attention, he just split with his head unit and simply walked with her back home as his Headmaster component.

"So... are you sure your family will be alright with me?" Highbrow asked.

"Knowing them, I'm sure they'll be alright," Sugarcoat said with a warm smile.

"I hope so," Highbrow replied, "Just from what I've been given as a report, the people on this planet don't react entirely well to aliens from outer space."

"That's from all of those science fiction movies... and real life. But, given how you saved my life and have made it your mission to protect me at all costs, I'm sure they'll be okay with you."

Sugarcoat opened the door with mini-Highbrow right behind him, and looked to see her father and mother sitting in the living room as both of their attention turned to face the two.

"I now have a guardian to watch over me who's a scientist from a planet full of transforming robots that can turn into vehicles and other forms that we possess here on Earth who's been assigned to watch me in the events that the enemy that he and his allies have been fighting against for millions of years return," Sugarcoat stated in one sentence.

Sugarcoat's father just blinked a few times.

"Okay."

Highbrow's little eyes widened.

"Wait... you're just, accepting this? You aren't going to question me?"

"Nope."

"You're not even going to question my own trustworthiness seeing how you've never met me before? Or the fact that I'm watching over your daughter like a hawk?"

"Nada," Sugarcoat's mom replied.

Highbrow blinked, "Pardon my rudeness but... are you two drugged?"

"No, we're not. We just heard about the news reports several weeks ago. We weren't sure if it was real or not," Sugarcoat's mother replied straightforwardly.

Highbrow gave a questionable look, but Sugarcoat just rolled her eyes, still with a friendly smile.

"Come on, I'll show you where I sleep."

Sugarcoat walked up the stairs and Highbrow followed after.

"They seem to be taking the news very well. A little too well..."

On another side of the suburbs, the Autobot Outback drove right up into the driveway with Sunny Flare sitting in the driving seat. He was tasked with taking her back to her home, and Sunny had been giving him the directions home.

"So this is your home? It looks like a house of a movie star," Outback gasped.

Sunny smiled, "Thanks. And well, because my family's rich, we were able to afford this place. It used to belong to a really famous movie actor named Signature Weave, until she decided to get a new home. So with a famous home open, we decided to take this one."

"Wait, if I'm correct, Signature Weave was in the first four Dawn of the Aliens films, right?" Outback asked.

"Yes, yes she was," Sunny replied, "And we're living in her house!"

"Amazing," Outback said.

Outback slowly pulled up further into the driveway and stopped in front of the garage. Sunny Flare pulled out a small remote from her pocket and slipped her thumb onto the switch. Once the garage door was opening up, Outback slowly drove into the garage and alligned himself perfectly inside.

"Okay, we're in. I'm not sure where my parents are at the moment, although trying to explain you may be an issue," Sunny replied.

"Why? Is it because I'm not perfect enough?"

"No, no!" Sunny pleaded, "Outback, I think you're perfect the way you are, I just... well... my parents seem to go for a majority of the modern stuff but... I'm more fascinated by older things. As you'll see very soon."

"Alright. But wait, there's something else I must ask. Are your parents... aware, that there are giant robots from outer space living here?"

"Um... I think so, but I'm not entirely sure. They've read reports about all of you in the newspaper, and we've seen a few reports on TV but... I'm not sure if they even believe it."

Outback stayed silent. He wasn't sure of how he should respond to Sunny's comment.

"But... I believe, that we should probably tell them that you're here. They're going to find out about you eventually," Sunny replied.

Outback sighed, "I suppose so. But until then, could you perhaps give me a house tour?"

Sunny smiled, "Of course."

The last one assigned to watch over one of the Crystal Prep girls was Smallfoot, who was assigned to watch over Sour Sweet. After having many interactions with her, the two of them were becoming new friends with one another. And out of wanting to look out for her safety, Smallfoot requested that she be assigned to Sour to keep her safe and healthy, which made Sour Sweet very happy.

The two of them were on peaceful drive back to her home, which was out in the suburbs. Both of them spent hours just talking, laughing, singing, just having a good time.

Don't know why I love you
Don't know why I care
I just want your love to share

I wonder why
I love you like I do
Is it because I think you love me too
I wonder why
I love you like I do
Like I do

The two of them were happily singing a 1950s song that came onto the radio station, and both of them were bouncing to the beat of the song.

"I love this song!" Sour squeed, "Its so catchy!"

"I didn't know you had a good taste in music," Smallfoot chuckled.

"I love listening to the older songs, they're so fun! Um... please don't tell Lemon," Sour said.

"I promise I won't tell Lemon Zest," Smallfoot replied.

Smallfoot slowly pulled up to the driveway and turned off her engine and her lights. Sour Sweet exited out of the truck and was met with her father charging out the door and giving Sour a big hug.

"D-Dad.... can't... breathe..."

Sour's father pulled out of the hug and looked her in the eye.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you call me? I was getting worried about you."

Sour sighed, "I'm sorry Dad. I meant to call you, but Cinch kinda... took my phone."

Sour's dad groaned, "Ugh, Cinch... couldn't you borrow someone else's?"

"She took everyone else's phone as well," Sour said straightforwardly.

Her dad facepalmed himself and he groaned.

"I thought the new rule about phone restrictions were out the window."

"Apparently not," Sour replied with a growl.

Her father scrunched his face, "Okay. So you weren't able to call me, but you have no idea how worried I was when I heard about that terrorist attack."

Sour nodded, "I understand Daddy. But I'm fine, I promise.

Her father smiled and pulled her in for another hug, both of them calming down in each other's embrace. But as he tilted his head to the side, he peaked at the red truck that was parked in the driveway.

"Um... where did you get that truck?"

"Oh, that, uh...", Sour stammered, "I uh... bought it."

"You did... what?"

Sour sighed, "I'm sorry, I know I didn't ask for it but... I wanted that truck. Something about it just drew me to it and this was the cheapest vehicle I could find."

Sour's father scratched her chin for a moment to think. She was at the age where she could drive, and this was something she paid for on her own... maybe it wouldn't be so bad for her to have it.

"So you bought and paid for that truck?"

"Yes, I did. And its in perfect condition. Please? Can I keep it?"

Sour's father sighed, "Okay, I suppose you can keep it. But you are going to have to take care of it, it is your responsibility."

"I understand."

Sour's father smiled, "Good. Because I want you to take care of it, okay?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Now what do you say we go out for dinner?"

"Can we take the truck?"

Sour's father looked back to the truck and smiled.

"I don't see why not. Come on, lets go get some pizza."

Smallfoot stayed silent the entire time they spoke, and she didn't make any movements, not wanting to reveal herself. But inside, she quietly played a song that she hummed along to.

I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it...
I'm about to lose control and I think I like it...