I do like the idea of G1 Hound/Beachcomber interfacing. Especially in the good old "you run away and I hunt you down to pounce on and ravish you" sort of thing. Hound is an excellent tracker (hence the name), but Beachcomber is smaller, more agile, and very well-versed in guerilla tactics.
They decide to try it with Beachcomber as the tracker and Hound as the prey, in the sun-baked landscape of the American southwest.
Hound gets a good start and hides in a gorge, sticking close to the canyon wall. They both agreed there would be no holograms or similar dirty tricks, and Hound takes a moment to transform into root mode and take a rest. He sends out radar signals to check for Beachcomber, but he doesn't detect anything.
Moments after standing up, he hears the shifting of rock and looks up to see that Beachcomber is clinging to the canyon wall. Hound barely has enough time to transform before Beachcomber leaps down and starts off after him in hot pursuit.
Unfortunately, the canyon narrows after half a mile, and Hound is forced into a dead end. Beachcomber closes in, smirking, and both transform.
"Well, looks like I found you."
"That you did." Hound scoops Beachcomber up in his arms, lifting the minibot high enough to kiss him. His frame is burning hot with excitement, and they find a comfortable spot to settle down in the rugged landscape.
Beachcomber wants to spike this time; Hound is a little worried their size difference wouldn't work out, but he's quickly proven wrong.
Sure, Beachcomber's small, but his movements are so hard and fast and passionate, and he makes the cutest faces and moans as he drives his hips down again and again. No ones around for miles, so they're free to be as loud as they want, the sound of their cries echoing off the canyon.
Beachcomber pauses for a few moments, letting them both vent heavily as he shifts minutely, then resumes pounding Hound's valve at a slightly different angle — just enough to strike a particular node with deadly accuracy and spur Hound to a delicious overload.
