It was close. The coordinates were so close. Less than ten minutes, she would be at Optimus' location with Agent Fowler and give him the stupid Pink Energon, explain she was dared to dress up like this, and then leave without him seeing her embarrassment firsthand. Or she could go with her second option as she planned in her previous internal ranting: throw the Energon basket at him and flee.

No, no, that would be too rude. She was bold, not so much going against Optimus of all bots even though she doubted he would do anything to reprimand her.

The forest was cynical to her wavering dilemma with the underwear rubbing against her open valve with every step she took. She hated it...not when it was convenient for her, but this was not the time for being horny! Then again, she failed under each circumstance where that was applicable. She had a mission she was going to complete even if it killed her! She would not lose to Miko and her stupid bet! After this, she would undoubtedly strangle the child. Optimus would have to live with a teammate murdering a human whether he liked it or not. Maybe that was a lie but still.

"Deliver, leave, walk back. Deliver, leave, walk back. This is going to take all day."

After five minutes of casually walking with her hood up like a lost traveler, she stood on a ridge facing the military outpost. But it was quiet, too quiet. She tried to communicate with Ratchet to see if she was at the right base, assuming there may have been another one, but all she got was static.

She paused when she heard a distant growl somewhere among the taller buildings. The Big Bad Wolf? Who else was there?

Seen any wolves lately? Don't let the wolf catch you. Do watch out for the hungry wolves who would devour someone like you for dinner. You like running with the wolves, don't you? Did your core heat at the sound of their howls? And remember, Arcee, we were merciful, but wolves are hardly ever.

There was only one Decepticon she hadn't encountered, one that was the leader of the pack and the ultimate predator. The most vicious, sinister monster out of all of them.

Megatron.


Ratchet stood by and tinkered with the ground bridge, trying to understand why it was not working. Miko sat lazily on the couch with droopy eyes and yawned.

"I thought you said it only takes two hours? It's been seven!"

"It's not like she can run for too long, Miko. On top of that, you got her that skimpy dress and that-that weird strap kit...thing for one's legs! She can't keep pace with that! She gets here when she gets here."

Miko smirked, "That garter set was a great idea. I'm never going to let her live that down."

The medic scoffed, "Assuming you're still alive to tell the tale."

"You're just as dead for letting her go out in it, or were you too distracted to argue?"

"Ep, zep, zep, that's not relevant!" He yelled with a small blush.

Suddenly, large footsteps echoed, and both sets of eyes looked to see Optimus and Agent Fowler in his hand. They froze, peered at each other and then looked back at the two people who were supposed to be in California.

"Wait a minute..." Miko muttered. "Why are you here?!"

Optimus simply said, "Decepticon activity in the region and no ground bridge meant that we had to evacuate. I told you I was coming back to take the Pink Energon to a facility in the San Joaquin Valley in California instead of the residence in the Sierra Nevada once they dispersed. They were looking for it after all."

Ratchet breathed and crossed his arms, furiously tapping on his upper arms like his life depended on it with mixed emotions. "You mean to tell me you drove all the way back and not once called again to verify that?!"

"I thought you got my message loud and clear?"

"I thought you said to take the Pink Energon to the Seirra Nevada base! And we sent Arcee to give it to you! You sounded a bit monotone, but it wasn't far off from how you usually are, so I figured it was you!" Ratchet exclaimed, "Soundwave! He altered the signal! And we don't have an operational ground bridge and Arcee is wandering out there wearing that-by Primus, Miko, what have we done?!"

Miko shrank into the couch horrified. Optimus was stern while Fowler was bewildered.


Arcee walked innocently though the quiet base, basket of Pink Energon in her servos. She was anxious. If Megatron was the Wolf they were warning her of, he was obviously very into what those stupid Vehicons told him and what they did. She didn't want to know what he had planned. She blushed at the thought.

It was beginning to become apparent the base was abandoned. Either Ratchet lied or something happened. Decepticons happened and since she squealed to Knockout she was on her way to Optimus, they may have tracked her trajectory to beat her to the base. But the others didn't linger around because they were to distract her from Megatron's pursuit of his oldest enemy. And here she was like an idiot thinking Optimus was still there! She doubted Megatron killed him. More than likely, he did get out of the ambush.

She paused mid-step. If she ran, she wouldn't have gotten far without the Pink Energon drawing their attention. If she continued, Primus have mercy on her soul. But at this point, what was there to lose? Every Con was swayed by her outfit and obviously liked Red Riding Hood; she ignored the signs to continue her journey to Optimus' temporary base despite everything. The irony was bittersweet.

There was some wonder to all this. Megatron, in a way, was his own force of nature. Thinking about what he was like to be with sent heat across her systems automatically. She could imagine the king of the Decepticons was no slouch in that department. There was a fear of being hurt. Still, her processor reeled with all the ways he could fill her; that's why none of the other Decepticons wanted to take her. The Big Bad Wolf didn't like to share his meals. Her spark thrummed in anticipation; her valve was more than ready as it fed on her emotions and desires.

Thinking of how the poem of Little Red Riding Hood went, she mumbled to herself the words Red said to her grandma who was actually the Wolf in disguise. Unfortunately, Red gets swallowed alive, and a woodsman must cut her and Grandma out of the Wolf's stomach. She highly doubted Megatron would eat her in the deathly sense but if he was trying to mock her by playing the role as the others did to counter her predicament, it was going to be an interesting time.

The basis she gathered from all of this was she was fucked...figuratively and literally.

"Alright, let's go face the Wolf, Arcee, and hope you survive."

She determined his location would be in one of the largest buildings that he could fit in. The doors were partially open just enough for her to walk though. The light from the night sky with little clouds illuminated the dark room in the center, not by much but the rest of the building was shrouded in darkness. She shut the doors so at least if Optimus did return or someone was around, they wouldn't barge in on the privacy of the encounter.

She pulled her hood down and held the basket of Pink Energon in front of the hem of her skirt, trying to hide the garters, but pushing her arms together among the bodice of the dress sort of puffed out the breast region despite having none. She looked innocent; she didn't feel like it. If anything, she felt like she was baiting the warlord unintentionally into taking her.

Arcee was about to call out to Optimus using a nickname, but she paused. There was no way in the Pits she was calling him Grandpa or Dad. That didn't feel right at all. She would have to improvise but acting wasn't her strongest suit. Moment of truth...

"Optimus?" Arcee asked, faking the oblivious tone.

"Who's there?" The voice echoed a bit too harsh of a match for mimicking Optimus. It almost made her laugh that he had a sense of humor about this to attempt it.

"What's wrong with your voice."

"A bit of a sore throat," he coughed. What a thespian.

"It's Arcee, your loyal subordinate who has brought you the Pink Energon you requested from Ratchet."

"Put it to the side and I'll get to it when I can."

She did as she was told and paused to see if he would say anything else. The silence was very suspicious but knowing Megatron, he would use that to his advantage to get the jump on her. Finally, there was a toned-down guttural growl and something moving in the shadows. Red optics activated and glared at her, narrowing ever slightly. Then she saw the ringed irises expand a little, optics flickering to look at what she wore. He walked closer with the faint noises of his vents hissing to keep his obvious desire down.

With nothing to hide the view of the garters, Arcee clenched her legs together biting her lip. At the same time, her valve rippled as his footsteps made small vibrations through the floor. He stopped several feet short of the starry night shining from the skylight above, his form outlined barely but his red optics as vivid as ever. He was fixated on her and her dress.

She knew when she was about to start reciting Red Riding Hood's most infamous lines, it would all go downhill. Megatron loved being in control and in such a fairytale, he was now that he had donned the moniker just to spite her. Here goes nothing.

"Optimus, what big eyes you have."

Even though she couldn't see his faceplates, there was a split moment when he seemed to be jealous despite knowing their roles were fake, optics twitching with lust and aggression. That's not the name he wanted to hear her say but if he wanted his name called, he needed to earn that privilege.

"All the better to see you with, my dear."

His voice phased back to his normal tone, and he took a step forward slowly like a carnivore on the prowl for fresh meat. As the light started to creep up his legs, Arcee gulped before resuming the story.

"Optimus, what big legs you have."

"All the better to run with you, my dear."

His clawed servos unfolded from their fists, slowly reaching out towards her. Arcee still resided in the light to force him to come out entirely as she said, "Optimus, what big hands you have."

His voice grew licentious and haughtier, "All the better to hold you with, my dear."

As soon as the shadows retreated from the sharp fangs of his mouth, Arcee gripped the hem of her skirt nervously. She had never been with a mech of his caliber. Excited and frightened at the same time, she nearly whispered the last part.

"Optimus, what...what big teeth you have."

"All the better..." he began as his entire form was revealed by the starlight. He dwarfed her considerably and the excitement only grew as did the blush on her face. Then Megatron held a dark, Cheshire grin, flashing as many teeth as possible as he finished, "...to eat you with, my precious Arcee."

Arcee stood there as he stalked too close for comfort in most situations. He suddenly lunged, forcing her back against the door with both servos next to her. She squirmed, feeling the heat bubbling within as his he gave an impatient snarl, fangs grazing her pink cheek rim. Her body was forced to arch to instinctively lean away, only to grow dark in the face as her outfit felt like it was going to break from how constricting it became.

One servo traced over the lace of her collar to her bodice and started dipping lower. The dark and complex emotions in the feral crimson optics made him look like a ravenous wolf himself. The resemblance was uncanny compared to the others. When his claws reached the hem of her Lolita dress, he grew curious of how useless the fluffy lace looked. Then he focused on the garters and the straps attached leading up to the part of her he could sense was more than turned on at his approach.

He chuckled, "You are so entranced with human culture that you would bear their pathetic clothing, making yourself look desperate for attention. Well, you have mine now. While my other Decepticons had their fun, I took advantage of your distractions to chase Optimus off before your so-called visit. Were you going to save yourself for him?"

"N-No," she said flushed.

"Perhaps me then? I plan to feast tonight, and you look so delicious. Bare yourself to me, Arcee. Let me taste you."

His voice went dangerously low on the last sentence he spoke, and Arcee shivered as it rattled her core. She had heard all his threatening tones, his anger, his pride, and his faux civility before either directed at her or her teammates. This was new; this was pure lust. And she was aroused by the demand to take her.

Arcee brought up the hem of her dress to reveal herself to him. Megatron admired that the color she stuck with was red, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly with a more satisfied smirk upon his features. Seeing how tight it was against her valve, two of his claws slid between her close thighs as she whimpered and delicately pushed them wide. As intriguing as the human undergarments looked on her, in his mind, as she could guess, they would look better shredded.

Megatron's expression turned focused, a lighter smile on him as he positioned one of his claws near the far edge of the outline of her valve. Arcee gasped and tensed quickly when a ripping sound echoed and her underwear was split in the crouch. The two slivers of the torn center spread to be on both sides of her exposed valve. She was surprised the whole thing didn't break apart. She flattened her hem and placed her servos above her valve to get a good look at it. Pitifully, she kind of liked the design.

"Much better, don't you agree?" Megatron laughed darkly.

Before she could answer, he was on his knees and hiked her up onto a set of abandoned metal crates to put her on a more reasonable level for him. His servos had secured her legs wide as he teased her garters with his claws threatening to break them. A demonstration of what was to come was given to her by a swipe of his glossa against his lower fangs. The wolf was hungry, and her world shattered.

An experimental lick to her exposed wet valve had Arcee arching already. She wanted it badly; she needed him badly. Once Megatron was satisfied with her response, he began to feed. Arcee panted at the growing rough treatment he started wanted to catch every drop of her. He was careful to use minimal teeth as possible to not draw Energon by accident as he left no room for escape for the dessert he craved.

The more he dug into her sex, eating her like the deprived dog he was, Arcee couldn't help but feel like she had betrayed her team. But it felt so good to do it. The clothing only heightened the pleasure even through its other faults. Seeing her lubricant pushing past the edges of his mouth had her engines roaring. She kept the hem of her dress up with one servo and used the other behind her to keep her upright. Some of the lace on her palm was scrunched up hard in her grasp as a reflex to Megatron's advancements.

"M-Megatron, please, I-AH!"

A mixture of pain and pleasure hit her as the warlord gave a nip to the delicate exterior node, pleased as she bucked against him. Finally, he pulled his mouth away from her abused valve. Strands of lubricant broke between his sharp teeth as he gave a possessive growl before slamming his mouth shut grinning, the remnants of her splattering outward from the motion and dripping down his chin.

"You taste exquisite, a fine meal fit for a wolf, my little Red Riding Hood," he taunted, licking the loose droplets from his face as he raised upright.

Arcee shoved her skirt down uneasy but the inner fluffy lace rubbing against her stimulated valve didn't help her whatsoever. As she started to knead the hem of the dress, Megatron watched with a purr before leaning over to kiss her. It felt strange tasting herself among other things. She heard his interface panel retracting, breaking off from him concerned of just how she was going to fit all of it inside her. As she stared, he played with the lace headband.

"Fascinating how all of this came to be because you wanted to play around, teasing us like you wouldn't attract our attention."

Arcee wanted to correct him that it was a dare, but Megatron wouldn't believe her now since she was so willing to let him do what he pleased. She started off defensive as always. In the end, she was nothing but a toy doll for the Decepticons to use. She truly didn't know how to feel about it other than her valve wanted what she was looking at despite the size.

Aligning himself to her and lifting up the hem of the dress, Megatron grinned as her garters and waist suspender were on display for him. His servos were beside her as his claws scraped against the metal crate tearing wounds into its surface. His spike breached her valve as Arcee placed a servo above her head to keep herself steady. The outfit she wore strained against being pushed among the surface.

"There we go. Good girl."

He gave a quick thrust to see how she would react, smirking as she made the sweetest noise. Then he began to make a good pace for himself once he was at least halfway in.

"Ah! Mega-ah!"

Arcee's needy moans only heightened his pleasure in dominating her while the femme was arching feeling the spike press against every sensor in the walls. To see the wolf of the mech above her with hauntingly dangerous optics dilated and teeth ready to bite, she shivered under his lustful persistence to lay claim to her. Her legs found their way to hang among his hips as his ruts grew aggressive. She swore she could hear some of the material on her back beginning to rip with only the straps of the corset able to take the pressure.

Looking down in her hazy pleasure, she watched his spike disappear with her valve stretching, but the remains of the underwear didn't look like it could take the strain until a snapping sound rang out. Both of them paused before Megatron peered down amused.

"Ah, well, I suppose it's not a total loss. We didn't really need it anyways now, did we?"

"Going to break anything else?" Arcee asked, though it came out as more of a heated sigh as he readjusted among the awkwardness.

Megatron teased her garters with his claws, following the straps up to the suspender and groped her hips and waist along the way. "Only if you want me to, my dear."

He continued harder, savoring the loud noises she made in return for his efforts. Arcee quaked under him as her overload built fast. Her optics closed as she arched and bucked back. If someone was listening outside, she pitied them for having to hear her. Her valve gushed lubricant as she hit her mark finally, thighs trying to close instinctively, but that only heightened Megatron's pleasure greatly seeing her come.

She turned to her side to keep her thighs close and put pressure on his spike to taunt him. Megatron only accepted it as a challenge. He smirked and steadier her to grow even more vicious in his conquest. The result was Arcee chasing her third overload, loving the feelings of her interior sensors going haywire.

"Come for me, Arcee," he growled.

His own breath hitched as Arcee cried out repeatedly. Megatron rutted against her chasing his release with predatory noises, fangs bared in a sneer. Her fourth orgasm had her clutching the crates uneasy and whimpering. Everything grew tight in her as he roared, filling her beyond her capacity and not batting an eye when his remnants leaked out of her.

Arcee felt used and dirty, wincing as his spike slipped out to admire the handiwork of his claim. She rolled over onto all fours and leaned back onto her calves panting. Her backside was facing him with the red hood and cape hanging useless between her winglets. When she felt him lowering to nuzzle the side of her face with his own, that was an immediate sign he wasn't done. He wanted to make sure she was his, that the wolf had marked her truly.

This time, she indulged him but remaining on all fours like a bitch in heat, and Megatron gladly aligned himself again while leaning over her. His claws raked over the dress, rubbing against the delicate straps that held the outfit together and the lace which he threatened to tear in his beastly desire.

The warlord hissed, "All mine. I am your alpha now."

Arcee grew wide eyed as he pushed his member back into her sex and was quick to make a hard pace. It kind of stunned her how much he was into the fairytale, but Megatron had been a poem and story fanatic in his earlier years...or so she heard, but this all but confirmed it.

Taking the rough treatment, her valve was thankful while Arcee knew one thing: she wasn't getting out of the situation any time soon. He expanded her walls greatly; her moans rang out across the abandoned base. It only encouraged his rut with the vents of his abdomen blowing steam from the upcoming overload. The dress was riding up her back as her upper half angled downward.

She didn't know how long she had been in his care. The fifth and sixth overload nearly short-circuiting her hard drive as she was reduced to nothing short of a play toy for his pleasure. By the time he did release, her eighth orgasm had her weak in the knees. She didn't like how her body still wanted attention despite the exhaustion, but Megatron became merciful for once and backed off to let her slide back onto her side into a more comfortable resting position.

Like a wolf having just claimed a mate, he kept close and seemed protective of her, listening for any unwanted guests. The Decepticons were already forewarned about his desire to play the game having recognized it as a ruse of a storybook scenario, a type of roleplay only he would truly appreciate. After thirty minutes of rest, feeling him stroke the sides of her dress and scout the fine details of it, she allowed him to kiss her again in a possessive manner this time.

Once they stopped, she wondered if her assumption was off and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Megatron laughed, retracting his spike into his housing, "When two soldiers came back describing you in an intriguing way, how they based your look on a cheap human story and failed to retrieve the Pink Energon like I initially wanted, I just had to know if they were lying, so I sent Knockout to confirm and get visual of you. I must admit you look quite alluring in this clothing...pregnable and submissive."

As he leaned over her, servos behind his back, Arcee bowed her head slightly looking up at him with wide optics. Just then, a ground bridge opened and Megatron casually gestured to it, indicating immediately it wasn't the Autobots coming to her rescue.

"After you, into the wolves' den," he smugly said.

Arcee reluctantly complied knowing there was no other option. Megatron was nice enough to grab the Pink Energon for her, but she still held humiliation after walking through. The Nemesis was no place for walks of shame. She was lucky her dress was low enough to cover the blatant view of her exposed valve with Megatron's claim to it slowly threatening to run down her leg, keeping her servos firm on the hem so it wouldn't ride up as she passed multiple Decepticons. Like the jackasses they were, they whistled at her and some even had the audacity to howl like wolves to mock her. Her cheeks were as dark as physically possible.

As she was escorted to his chambers, she didn't need to be told what to do. She climbed onto his berth to sit on her calves and had both servos perched on the surface in front of her spread legs. Even though the pose blocked Megatron from seeing her, he grinned at the willingness. They were sealed in by his code and he discarded the Pink Energon to a desk unused. He didn't care about it anymore, only her.

Moving around the femme looking so breedable, he examined her at all angles. He particularly loved the view from the front and smirked as she slipped a servo under her skirt to play with herself. The only thing he hated was that she hid the sight from him. He could hear her soft gasps and digits entering at a rather fast pace, the urge to take her rising again. A wolf-like growl emitting from him which only seemed to turn her on more.

"You know, in the story of the human girl and the wolf, the wolf devours her and there is no happy ending in the original version. Don't think I didn't do my research on that little fairytale. No one comes to save her or her relative, no one is there to stop the wolf from his meal, and no one is going to come for you. To the Autobots, you are dead for all they know. But you are mine to keep."

Arcee panted. Claws reached out to tease her winglets and caressed Arcee as she was at his mercy, spent and yet still yearning to be touched again. Even the red Lolita dress and the undergarments she wore she didn't want to take off now. She didn't need to transform so there was no problem keeping it on. Miko was still dead to her.

Being handled by a wolf in disguise was making her glad she did wear the dress while still despising it came to this at the same time. At least she knew what got the Decepticons on and if she needed to, she would use it to her advantage to escape the wolves. While in the original story, what Megatron said was true, many versions depicted Red being saved. Who said she had to wait for a woodsman though? This Red Riding Hood would make the wolf chase her to the ends of the Earth if she had her way.

After she shivered from another overload, she was lifted into his hold, a grip she knew meant he wouldn't let her go no matter what. A servo mapped out the region of her backside adorned with the corset and straps, playing with the relatively useless but pretty material as he held her up close to his face. It would only be a matter of time before he broke it. Until then, she was content to play dress up and to be his to have. The wolf had claimed his prey.

Like a broken record, she recited the poem once again but changed the words to entice him to come and play for now. Escape would be a bit far into the future.

"Megatron, what big arms you have," she whispered as he grinned at hearing his name.

"All the better to keep you close with, my dear."

He nuzzled her bodice, and the unexpected motion made her laugh. "Megatron, what big claws you have."

Those same claws broke a strap loose in emphasis.

"All the better to mark you with, my dear."

His glossa, though hidden behind the fangs of his grin, made her blush upon remembering what they could do. The final nail in the coffin...

"Megatron, what a big glossa you have."

"All the better to taste you with, my dear," he said low before kissing her. She didn't dare stop him, instead welcoming the advance and moaning as he took the bait, his unoccupied claws sliding in between her legs held from behind to stroke her sensitive protoform.

Maybe this wasn't what she wanted, but she found she enjoyed it immensely. And it was all because of a stupid bet...


AN: And that's a wrap! Horny Institute of Insanity here I come! Honestly, sometimes this is fun than being as in-universe as possible. I don't regret it...maybe in a year...we shall see!