Fangry was a rebellious, foul-mouthed Decepticon discontented with the news that the war is over. When Fangry beat up Cyclonus, Tailgate attacked him, throwing him into the Necroworld's Memorial to the Disappeared, followed by a public and humiliating beating of Fangry that ruptured his neural cluster which offlined him for days.

A few days later...

"Tailgate..." Fangry growled as he approached Tailgate who stood in the corridor.

Tailgate didn't seem afraid of Fangry approaching. He stood firmly and crossed his arms.

"What do you want?"

"I will reclaim my pride eventually," Fangry growled at Tailgate.

"You still feel humiliated, don't you?" Tailgate smirked behind his face mask.

"You humiliated me in front of everyone," Fangry growled.

Tailgate was almost enjoying taunting Fangry.

"You started that fight with Cyclonus, you deserved to be humiliated in front of everyone."

"You almost paralyzed me," Fangry growled.

"I also beat the scrap out of you so badly that you offlined for a few days. And I could do it all over again if you started something with me..."

Fangry's growl quieted at that response. The casual way he threatened that was not something Fangry expected from such a small bot.

Tailgate stepped toward Fangry and jabbed a small finger into Fangry's chest, keeping a firm and cocky demeanor. This was completely different from how he behaved with Cyclonus. Though he respected the larger bot, he was a lot more submissive toward him. Now he was being fearless and bold.

"And don't you ever dare to think about messing with me or my friends again. Understand?"

Fangry stumbled back as Tailgate jabbed his finger into his chest.

"U-understood," Fangry responded as his voice wavered.

Tailgate smirked as he watched Fangry stammer his response. Tailgate was enjoying seeing the large and brutish Decepticon reduced to a meek, timid, and intimidated bot. Now he was realizing how strong he really was and how much he had changed. He was almost feeling a rush of power. He continued to jab his finger against Fangry's chest.

"Good boy."

Fangry seemed to completely submit to Tailgate in that moment.

Now Tailgate was starting to have fun with the situation. He found it rather hilarious how quickly this former Decepticon soldier was submitting to him.

He moved in very close to Fangry, leaning up toward his helm and jabbed Fangry's chin, lifting it up so that they were looking each other in the optics.

"What if I told you to bend down and kiss my pedes? Would you do it?"

Fangry let out a high-pitched whine, his optics lowered to the floor, but he meekly nodded his helm.

Tailgate chuckled at how meek Fangry was acting.

"Aww, look at you, the big, bad, and brutal Decepticon being reduced to a whimpering mess."

He jabbed Fangry's chin again, forcing him to look directly at him again.

"Bend down and kiss my pedes."

Fangry lowered himself down to the floor and down to his knees. Fangry bent down and kissed the tops of both of Tailgate's pedes.

Tailgate snickered and smirked again as he watched Fangry get down onto his knees and kiss his pedes. He was enjoying this so much. He never thought that he would have so much power over a bot.

"Good boy."

He reached down and patted Fangry's helm as if he was a dog.

Tailgate chuckled again at how submissive Fangry was. He had to admit, he was definitely liking this.

He continued to pat and scratch the sides of Fangry's helm like he was petting a dog. He leaned in close and snickered in his audials.

"Who's a good little Decepticon? Who's a good little Decepticon?"

Fangry's faceplate heated up in embarrassment and his optics were glazing over with submission.

"Me?"

"That's right. You're a good little Decepticon. Such a good, good little Decepticon," Tailgate replied as he continued to pat and scratch the sides of Fangry's helm. He chuckled at how submissive the Decepticon was being.

"You are mine now, little Decepticon. You're MY good little Decepticon."

Fangry nodded his helm, his optics were glazed over, he was almost entranced.

Tailgate chuckled again. He enjoyed seeing how Fangry was acting. He was so submissive and obedient, just from being humiliated, beaten up, and pat on the head. He was enjoying it a little too much and it was making him feel a burst of power that he'd never felt before.

"You belong to me now, little Decepticon. You're my pet. You're my good, obedient pet."

Fangry nodded his helm again.

Tailgate continued to pet Fangry for a few more moments before stepping back. He crossed his arms and smirked behind the mask covering the lower half of his face.

"From now on, you'll do whatever I say. If I tell you to sit, you'll sit. If I tell you to roll over, you'll roll over. If I tell you to do a backflip, you'll do a backflip. Is that clear, little Decepticon?"

"Yes, yes," Fangry responded as he nodded his helm.

Tailgate stepped back toward Fangry again. He reached down and tilted Fangry's chin back up so that they were looking directly at each other again. He smirked from behind his mask as he enjoyed the amount of power and control he had over this large Decepticon.

"You know what? I think you need a new nickname. What are you now, little Decepticon?"

"F-Fangie?" Fangry suggested.

Tailgate chuckled again from behind his mask.

"Fangie? That's really the best you could come up with? That's a such a cute, pathetic little name, just like your cute, pathetic little self, isn't it, Fangie?"

Fangry meekly nodded his helm.

Tailgate continued to chuckle at how obedient and submissive Fangie was being. There was something about just the small size difference between them. Tailgate was so short compared to him, and yet he had Fangie crawling at his pedes. He was enjoying it more than he even knew he would.

"Good job, little Decepticon," he said as he reached down and patted Fangie's helm again, "Good job knowing your place. You need a collar and a leash."

Fangie nodded his helm and obediently followed Tailgate away.