Pairing: TFA Waspinator/Blackarachnia

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Object humping, masturbation, unrequited attraction, post-Predacons Rising

Requested by Anonymous

The Predacon panted, exposing his member to the cold air of the jungle he was trapped in. He wasn't in any condition to fly away nor should he be exhausting his energy like this despite finally being put together again, but he found his need growing too quickly for him to conceal.

Damn her! Why did she have to be so beautiful, so smart, so…bitchy? He hated her and loved her at the same time. Was it wrong though?

Since she fixed her pincers, she's tried multiple times to zap his powers and drain him of energy. Unfortunately, all it did was give him a very pleasurable shock which kind of confused him at first but it became perfectly clear after the fourth time he enjoyed the punishment. He enjoyed her domineering personality but it didn't bode well if she can't dominate him anymore now that he's a supercharged Predacon. He would soon be calling the shots, even if he had to give her a taste of her own medicine to get her to understand that.

As he forcefully fondled his aching member, his four-clawed servos didn't seem to be working to optimal capacity or at least they weren't rough enough to stimulate him. The plating was smooth on the underside of his mutated palms and that just wasn't what he wanted. He wanted ridged, rough and bumpy. Something that could feel almost organic to please his demanding need for mating would really be nice, and no he wasn't planning on raping one of the deer that keep flaunting their warm, brown coloring with their snooty upturned tails. He had a few limits.

Peering around, he spotted a tree that was broken yet had a leaned curve to it. Its bark was somewhat protruding and various holes to its core patterned its surface. It kind of reminded him of…well, it could work to his advantage in his heat. A fanged smirk grew on his faceplates as he hoisted his imbalanced body upward, stalking slowly towards it. He placed one needy servo to stroke its exterior before looking inside to see if anything decided to live in it. Oh yes, this would do nicely.

He jerked his helm back suddenly when a squirrel lunged at him from one of the holes before running away frantically. Narrowing his purple optics, he let out a wicked roar into the dead tree, making the remnants shake slightly and a few other animals fled until no movement could be detected in its space.

"Vermin," he muttered.

He laid on his front the bent section of the tree that creaked with his weight and curiously began to rub his spike on the bark. The organic contents of the tree might have been regarding as disgusting, especially on Cybertron, but it felt wonderful. Bucking a bit harder, he moaned and panted as his system grew hotter. He could imagine the bark being Blackarachnia's spinal ridge as he prepared to take her. She would sit there like a good girl and let him smear his fluids over her to claim her as his own. When he saw the transfluid beginning to stain the dark brownish grey texture, he knew he was ready to take it a bit further. The tree could never replace a body but at this point, stimulation was all that mattered.

Waspinator eyed a sizable hole just to the right of his position and angled himself to line up his aching appendage with it. Carefully, he slid inside and it was a tight fit, perfect almost. The hole's ridges compressed and ran across his member pleasurably as he envisioned Blackarachnia's valve clamping down on him. He dreamt of this moment where he could take her, believing this was pretty close to the real thing minus the lack of reciprocated effort. It was fine though, he could take the silence.

Slamming himself inside, he clawed at the tree vigorously. His sensors were going ballistic over the forced pressure of his genitals to where warnings signs were popping up. He didn't care for them, shoving his entire length into the tree to the hilt with a strained gasp followed by an insect-like squeal. Faster and harder he drew out his build up, only watching his spike entering then disbanding from the hole over and over again. All he could see was Blackarachnia.

He longed for her sultry pleas and her screams, how she would convulse and bite him to keep herself sedated long enough to build her orgasm to its peak. He wanted to see her ride him to the brink and beyond. It was just a fantasy for now but dreams come true sometimes, even the most unlikely of ones.

The Predacon's overload came with surprise when one good jab inside the hole brushed his member the right way. He bellowed viciously in the air, clutching the tree as his wings expanded to express his outburst. When it was over, there were so many indents in the tree that it appeared like the tree was mauled to death. Large chunks of areas no longer held bark, quite fitting as he knew Blackarachnia would probably have some markings upon her back after their rut too.

Smiling, he took a few breathers before pulling out, only to freeze with utter disbelief and panic when his spike didn't slip out. He tried again to no avail. The sheer terror on Waspinator's face slowly turned to humiliation and he banged his helm against the tree with a groan of defeat.

"Why universe hate Waspinator?"

AN: Of course I was going to do something bad to him. He's the universe's punching bag! But really, I figured he harbored some sort of feelings for Blackarachnia because let's face it, he was attracted to her canonically in Animated.