Dinobot hit the ground with a thud, a cloud of dirt billowing around him as Hysteria pounced atop his frame and pinned him down.  He tried to shift his weight and throw her off, but he had exhausted himself.  It served him right.  He’d foolishly boasted to her after a few consecutive victories that he would succeed against her anytime, anywhere.  Perhaps the Predacon in him was a bit of a masochist, or perhaps he sincerely didn’t think there was a chance he would lose.  Either way, he should have known he was setting himself up for an ambush.

Hysteria did well to bide her time.  So long had passed since that boast that Dinobot suspected nothing when she met up with him and Rattrap on their way back from a lengthy recon mission that had resulted in a shootout with Waspinator and Inferno.  She claimed she had been out on patrol, which was likely the truth.  While he did suspect something when she asked if he wanted to take the long way back to base, a challenge was the last thing on his mind.  Time alone had been scarce as of late, and he welcomed the opportunity.

“You lost, Dinobot,” Hysteria purred to the fallen raptor.  “Fair and square.”

“I… suppose I did…”

“Now, will you accept defeat with honor?” she asked.  “Or will you be a little bitch about it?”

Dinobot snorted in defiance, but ultimately put up no fight.

“Clever boy,” she said, nuzzling his face.

“Make it… quick, Hysteria…” he muttered, casting his focus away from her.  “I do not wish to suffer my pride.”

She threw her head back and cackled at this.  His theatrics were too much at times.

“Oh, Dinobot…  Your pride suffered the moment you fell for me.”

She licked his cheek, adding insult to injury before she eased off of him, leaving him lying on his side.  He lifted his head, attempting to see what the femme was up to back there, though he knew where this was going.

Dinobot was not one to fool around in beast mode.  He found it rather disappointing that it lacked any sort of equipment that would make dominating a lesser creature worthwhile.  How unfortunate for him that his mate had discovered this shortcoming of his… and that her peculiar beast form had the equipment that gave her the advantage.  He could only assume that knowledge was what gave her the strength to behave so brutally this evening.  Determination was a formidable weapon when wielded by one as insatiable as she.

Regardless, she had rightfully bested him in combat, and thus, he would honor her as the victor.  If this was what she wanted, he would oblige.  He lifted his tail out of her way, causing her predatory grin to spread.

“Are you certain your Predacon code was erased?” he mumbled.  “You seem quite… eager to humiliate me.”

“Not as eager as you seem to submit to me,” she said, lifting a paw to trace his opening.  A low growl was his response, but both knew it was not a threatening one.

“On with it, Hysteria,” he commanded with a snarl.  “Before my strength returns and I force you into submission.”

“How did I know you’d be a bratty bottom?” she asked as she mounted him.  Any reply he had intended was instead choked out when she penetrated him.

“Ooh… you liked that, big guy,” she taunted, nudging her hips against his.  “Didn’t you?”

“… Silence…” he grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Let’s not forget I call the shots here, dinobabe.”

Hysteria emphasized her point with a rough snap of her hips and he shut his snout.  Less because she had shut him up and more because he was concerned that if he opened it, some… unsavory noises would escape.  He offlined his optics, hoping to block out the world as he surrendered to her.  Yet it was difficult if not impossible to do that when having to deal with her growling and her claws digging into his scales as she tried to keep herself in place.

“Primus, is this how it feels when you frag me?” she panted.  “I can see why you get so aggressive…”

“Nnn… Do not get used to it, Hysteria,” he said.  “For this was an isolated event.  I will see to it that you never— Er!”

That femme was a spawn of Unicron!  At this rate, she was going to short his circuits!  The brutal pace in which she was now taking him rendered him speechless.  His claws gouged the ground beneath as his body betrayed him.  He shifted his hips the best he could in this awkward position to meet her thrusts.  He clenched around her, trying to stave off his release.  He hated to admit that his was perhaps the most pleasurable moment of his life.  By the pit, it felt even better than when he was fragging her… though he’d just as soon be sent to the inferno than confess it.

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer, she slowed her pace to a stop.  He huffed, cracking open an eye to see what had become of her only to see her staring down at him with that mischievous grin.

“What is the meaning of this… delay?”

“I want to hear you beg, Dinobot.”

A scoff rose from him.

“… And what exactly do you expect me to beg for?”

“Beg me,” she said, allowing her voice to drop low.  “To breed you.”

“You are a fool if you believe I’ll endure this torment!” he snapped, tempted to use his tail to swat her away.  “Like I’d concede to something so primitive.  Never before have I subjected you to such degradation while interfacing…”

“Yeah.  A real shame, isn’t it?” she laughed.

He didn’t know how to respond to that quip.  Was that a hint?  Even if it wasn’t, he’d remember her trifling ways next time they were alone.

“This is juvenile,” Dinobot said with a huff.  “We both know you can do no such thing to me.”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s called a fantasy, smart guy,” she said.  “Now, beg me… or I’ll pull out before you get off.”

Dinobot snarled in return, but Hysteria’s threat wasn’t an empty one.  Without hesitation, she pulled out, leaving him as the empty one.  The growl of frustration that escaped him sounded more like a whine, much to his chagrin.  Was this what had become of the great Dinobot?  Getting ravaged into the dirt like some animal?  Being forced into submission by a Maximal and commanded to beg for release?  As much as he wanted to preserve his pride, she was correct.  The moment he got involved with her was the moment he cast it aside, at least when they were alone.  She left him with no choice.  With a deep intake, he spoke to her.

“Hysteria…”

“Louder.”

“Hysteria,” he said, with just a little more volume, yet still through gritted teeth.  “Please…”

“Please, what, Dinobot?”

His nostrils flared.  The sooner he forced the words out, the sooner the two of them would be done.  The longer he remained obstinate, the greater chance he had of being caught in this compromising position.  It was getting late and the two of them should have been back to base by now.

“I concede.  I…”  This was frustrating.  Even if he wanted to get this over with, he could hardly force the word out of his mouth.  If this was anyone else, now would have been the perfect time to transform and skewer them with his blade.  But this was not anyone else.  He sighed, succumbing to this tragic fate.  “I beg you… to breed me.”

No sooner than he vocalized this did he feel the stretch of her penetrating him again.  A low rumble of relief left him.  All warnings that he was approaching overload were ignored, incessant beeping drowned out by the overly gratuitous sloppy racket that their coupling produced.  Yet her pace was insufferable; far too languid for Dinobot’s tastes.  Satisfaction was just out of reach, and he was growing impatient.  He muttered something, which Hysteria most certainly heard, but forced him to repeat.

“What was that, Dinobot?” she taunted without easing her pace.  “Speak up.  I can’t hear you over your own slick.”

He had reached a boiling point.  Dignity be damned!  He needed release.

“Harder!” he growled.  “Faster!  Do not insult me with mercy!  Frag me like you mean it!”

Hysteria howled with laughter.  “With pleasure!”

The rhythm of her thrusts grew rapid, in hopes of making Dinobot eat his words.  Said words had given way to the most feral and unflattering noises that could be produced by a mech’s vocalizer.  His voice fizzed with static as his systems began to go haywire.  The glow behind his optics began to flicker.  She bottomed out one final time, stilling her hips against his as both his frame and hers were seized by overload.  The few fleeting kliks of euphoria that followed almost reconciled the humiliation he endured.  Almost.