Pairing: TFP Predaking/Smokescreen
Rating: Explicit
Details/Themes: Sthenolagnia, dominance, size kink
Requested by sunnyburn
Although Smokescreen was technically older physically, the Autobot stared at the Predacon under complete awe and a childish enthusiasm. Predaking smirked at the smaller mech who was nearly drooling over him a while back but was now crying lustfully as his spike was deep inside the Autobot's tight valve. Taking out the slick member, Predaking brought Smokescreen to sit on one of his arms much to the disappointment of the latter but then flexed the other arm and puffed out his torso for the mech to touch.
"You're so big," Smokescreen mused a little drunk from the pleasure.
This made Predaking merely grunt happily and suppressed a moan as the Autobot dug rough digits between the masculine-structured plating of his chest and abdomen before he was caught by surprise when glossa ran over his bicep ridge on his upper arm. Smokescreen latched onto it and rubbed his helm against it as if he was worshipping a god, and the Predacon blew smoke from his nasal vents to showboat his approval in response.
The dragon-like mech chuckled darkly, "These are mere instruments, but I am the entire arsenal. I will show you big, little Autobot, but then again it seems you have already been enjoying one of my larger weapons. Would you like me to use it again? Show me how much you want it."
Smokescreen glanced downward to get a good glimpse of the spike that was stretching him apart a minute before. He had seen Optimus' by accident as well as Bulkhead's and they were impressive, but Predaking's spike was like him to the tip. It was muscular, intimidating, and powerful. Not even the other Autobots or Decepticons would compare to him. Glancing back upward, he took in the entire masculine format of the Predacon in wonder. He didn't think a god could have such a form but he was wrong.
He also loved the fact how small he was to a mech as huge as Predaking. It was a miracle his spike could fit in him before but now he was adjusted to the girth, he wanted more even if there was a health hazard to it…but Ratchet can mind his own damn business.
Predaking purred outwardly as Smokescreen mapped out his throbbing member while keeping eye contact, occasionally rubbing a servo up and down the mech's chassis. "Do you want me to fuck you raw, Autobot?"
The smaller mech wasn't one for human profanity but matched Predaking quite well, almost making the word seem stronger than it should have been. All Smokescreen did was whine and turn around to bend over the nearest object to give a great view of his leaking valve. "I need you in me, Predaking. Please spike me."
Taking the pleasant invitation, the Predacon spared no second to mount the mech again. He slipped in easily which made several moans range from discomfort to absolute bliss. One good thing about being the king was he had control and he loved the power he had over Smokescreen. Beginning his assault again, he brutally rutted against the Autobot's aft and pressed his helm on top of his to assert his dominance.
Autobot code would have forbade this and there was a risk of Predaking making one wrong move and splitting him open, but Smokescreen found he didn't care. When the Predacon wrapped one arm around his neck to hold him steady, he licked and kissed the masculine arm as he was forced between the arm and a hard place. He cried out, panting heavy, as the giant spike rammed him. He was stuffed beyond his limits.
As long as he had those strong arms to hold him and the comforting feeling of the titan's muscular chassis on his backside, he couldn't care about anything. Even the abnormally masculine set up of Predaking's spike made him giddy and content. Oh he could live with being the Predacon's fuck toy; he was more than happy to be.
AN: It's another one of those questionable moments whether this is beastiality or not considering Predaking's a dragon first before a Transformer. But hey, Smokescreen gets fucked up the ass so everyone's happy, right?