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My head spun as I came to. Vision blurring in and out of registry, the pounding feeling in my skull had me wishing I’d pass back out. My body was stiff, unable to move even slightly.
As I gained lucidity, I realized I wasn’t stiff due to paralysis or injury. I was stuck. Literally. My senses woke enough to register the feeling of something pulling my protective suit back in place whenever I tried to shift. I couldn’t look back to see what it was, but my eyes adjusted enough to the dark that I didn’t have to.
Webs. Everywhere.
I tried to wrack my brain over how I got into this mess. A new planet, we came here because we’d caught onto a signal. Starscream seemed to recognize it, and I tried to follow him, but he’d transformed and vanished. Ironhide said this planet was otherwise uninhabited because no other life signatures were detected, so I’d foolishly gone off on my own. And yet…
“Aren’t you an interesting surprise~? Now… how did you get here~?” A whimsical, yet menacing voice echoed throughout the cavernous space in such a way that it felt like it was in my own head. My heart pounded heavily in my chest. Whatever was here avoided the ship’s life detection, so there were two options:
Either the thing that captured me wasn’t technically alive…
Or it was so intellectually advanced that it knew how to hide its own life signature.
“Where are you? If you’re going to keep me here for whatever reason, at least stop hiding and let me see you.”
“Oh, what an unfortunate misunderstanding, I’m not hiding~” As the words echoed, the shadows in front of me seemed to move. It was then that my eyes finally processed the shape of a gargantuan tarantula blending with the cavern walls. I felt my heartbeat in my ears, sweat running down my neck.
“Holy fuck…” I muttered, the obviously sentient spider hum-laughing in a manner somewhere between delight and mania.
“Would you care to answer my earlier question~? I do think of it as rather important. How… did you get here?” His tone shifted to something much more threatening with every passing second.
“On a ship. Looking for something.” I answered quickly and vaguely. I didn’t deign to give any information of who I was with, let alone that we were looking for someone rather than something.
“Now now, this is hardly the time to be shy…” The spider slowly moved closer, threateningly, one of its frontmost legs curiously reaching out and touching my cybernetic prosthetics, running the pads at the base along the machinery, as if actually feeling them. It seemed to think for a few moments, then uttered the words “How… fascinating…”
“I mean it, that’s why I’m here.” I took a deep breath. The spider returned its leg, but the sensation remained. An involuntary shiver made its way down my spine.
“It isn’t difficult to tell there’s more to it than that. I want to know how and why a creature such as yourself has found your way into my little trap~”
“I’m a human. I came here on a space ship looking for so-“
“I know what a human is.”
Taken aback not only by the flatness in his response, but in the idea of it. How? As far as I had the capacity to comprehend, no human had ever gone this far in interstellar travel… Unless… unless I wasn’t the first human carted alongside alien sojourners.
“Who… are you?” As I asked the question, the spider tore out of its own skin, leaving behind a massive, rapidly decaying husk. The new body in its place looked strikingly familiar… to the point where I’d practically choked in surprise. “You’re… Cybertronian?!”
“Is it really that much of a shock, my little human prey~? I am Tarantulas. I’ve been alone on this planet for quite some time now. That aside, I’m intimately familiar with the workmanship that went into your prosthetic stabilizers~ You’ve been traveling with my kind~ I’m eager to know the designations of your companions~” His helm tilted, in both a curious and mocking manner. He leaned down enough for his …optics? to be level with me, and this close, I realized that he was impressively large, even for a Cybertronian. I couldn’t even calculate how many of me would need to stack in order to equal the height of his frame.
I couldn’t help but be deeply fascinated by his build compared to the other Cybertronians I’d met. I’d only known them to transform into machines, with exception of the Dinobots, and yet here he was sporting an outer coating of fur in some places that looked so real. However he managed to perfectly copy the look of an actual Earth spider, albeit big enough to overtake a whole building, was undoubtedly impressive.
He cackled softly to himself at my expression, and I started to take notice that he was gradually shrinking. By the time he’d settled, he was maybe roughly 10ft tall, standing on the thickly woven webbing in front of me. This whole setup seemed meticulously prepared, as if he was waiting for something, or maybe someone, specific. And if that was the case, I was not his target.
I was just the unlucky sap that slipped into the crevice. And yet still, as unlucky as a normal human might have felt in this situation… I was hardly normal.
The circumstances I was in… were hitting a DIFFERENT primal reflex.
His helm tilted again in the opposite direction. The external teeth on his faceplate clicked and clacked, and another shiver vibrated my spine.
“Granted, I haven’t met many humans… you certainly are much more intriguing than any of the previous fleshlings I’ve had the pleasure of experimenting on…” He transformed back into a spider, crawling closer and closer until he was scaling the web I was stuck on. I watched, internally panicking, as his arachnid body hovered just inches away from mine. I knew now what it was like to be a fly, but… I didn’t quite feel like one. Prey, yes, but hardly food.
I gulped. The sweat running down my neck certainly didn’t help. His pedipalps surrounded my head, as if pinning me despite not coming in contact. His massive fangs came into view, and although the situation SHOULD have made me terrified for my life…
…the noise that came out of me was more akin to a whimper than a scream.
Momentarily, he pulled back. My face was completely red underneath the protective shell of my suit’s helmet, but did nothing to hide it. I glanced away, desperately, hopelessly, praying to whatever deity would hear me that the sound went unnoticed.
”Oho~?” His reaction was almost… endearing. “You certainly are different from the last ones~”
I said nothing, purely out of embarrassment from my own body’s act of blatant betrayal. Maniacal giggling erupted from him as he clearly understood my predicament, and was not only unfazed by it, but riveted.
“I think I’d like to play with you a bit longer~ However…” His attention shifted to the sounds of movement from above, small bits of debris in the cavern dropping from the walls and ceiling, signifying a heavy weight. Muffled sounds, a bit of concentration helped discern a few voices. Had the others come to find me? “It seems that’ll have to come later~”
I blinked and Tarantulas had vanished. I pulled and pulled at my binds, unable to loosen myself even enough to try and figure out where he’d gone.
Before anything else, rocks fell from the ceiling and a ray of light shone through, illuminating the cavern and momentarily blinding me.
“There she is!” Jazz smiled from above, then turned to look back at his companion, Prowl. “Hold my peds so I can reach down and pull her out of here.”
“Jazz…” Prowl seemed visibly shaken, optics worriedly scanning the webs. “We need to take her and leave this planet, NOW.”
~~~~~~~~~
“You’re daydreaming again, aren’t you~?”
I snapped back into the present, glancing at my shoulder where the frighteningly intelligent yet currently normal-sized tarantula rested, his pedipalps stimming with the fabric of my shirt.
“Maybe a little. I was thinking back on how we met and all. I still can’t believe you somehow wiggled your way into my suit to get onboard the ship with me.” I cocked a smirk before gazing exasperatedly back down at the report Ultra Magnus assigned me to fill out. I knew it was just meant to keep me busy, but still. Reports would always be boring.
“You’d made it so easy~ You hadn’t considered just how much I’m capable of shrinking myself down.” He chittered, his beady glowing green eyes observing my every twitch.
“That was a rough time, either way. Prowl completely avoided me for the equivalent of weeks, and I didn’t understand why until I spoke to him about your history together. I’d never seen him so freaked out before…”
“I’m over him now. I promise.” He raised himself up on his four back legs as though he were about to crawl up my face, but instead papped my cheek with his frontmost legs, nuzzling his pedipalps almost as if it were a little spidery kiss. It was a rare occurrence for him to say and do something so… gentle.
“I’d hope so, you seemed to bring out the worst in each other.” I held up my hand so he could climb into my palm, then brought him up in front of my face. “I think this new situation works out. Prowl has Jazz now. And while I’m not anything like him, I can keep you entertained.”
“I wouldn’t say that~”
“Huh? That I can keep you entertained?” I tilted my head, puzzled.
“That you’re nothing like him.”
I let out a small, wistful sigh. I placed my lips atop his fuzzy little thorax, careful of his eyes even while fully knowing I wouldn’t harm him. He then crawled up my arm and back into his original spot on my shoulder, overlooking the unfinished report.
“Now that you say it, I think I remember you mentioning once, albeit in passing, that my weird ideas made you nostalgic.”
“They do, in some ways. Granted, Prowl has entire deca-vorns worth of understanding the capabilities of Cybertronian technology and sciences, as he should. You’ve had far less time existing as is, being a species with a significantly shorter lifespan. Which, by the way, I could fix if you ever wished it, but I digress~”
“You have such eloquent ways of calling me a dumbass.” I couldn’t help but cackle. I never took it personally, especially since he was billions of years old and had far more experience and mental capacity than I could ever hope to attain. I couldn’t really be offended by the facts. Still, it made for interesting conversation, even during the moments I could barely understand him.
“And in all these deca-cycles I’ve spent studying you, I still have yet to accurately predict your next action~”
“You say “studying” like you weren’t basically stuck with me via house arrest.”
“At least I’ve earned the new Prime’s favor enough to be permitted to return to my normal size again.” He let out a short, forced vent, which was interesting to watch coming from his spider mode.
I picked my data pad back up and tried to recount where I’d left off. Tarantulas fell silent as I jotted down a few notes. I’d wished desperately that Ultra Magnus had found something even slightly more interesting for me to do. I’d have been happy being a useless assistant to Brainstorm or Wheeljack.
Minutes passed and a bored yawn escaped from me. I was still nowhere near done. I shifted in my chair, trying to keep my legs from falling asleep. Every now and again I glanced back at Tarantulas, wondering how in the hell he was tolerating the complete lack of anything to do.
Metallic sounds suddenly erupted from him, and I realized he was talking to himself in Cybertronian. I didn’t bother to ask, since if he’d wanted to strike up another conversation, he would have just done so in English.
I blinked the next moment and he’d bolted down my body, wiggling himself under my clothes. I froze in place, as while I was accustomed to him casually hiding in my cleavage at this size, he’d never gone further down before.
“Tara-“ I cut myself off with an involuntary whine as he’d nestled himself right between my legs, his fur brushing along my bare skin. “Oh, you’re bored bored...”
He immediately took full advantage of his spider legs, pressing the tiny little pads around my clit as though he were making biscuits. Soft moans escaped with the mini massage, legs instinctively spreading.
“You could tell me to stop, you know~” He paused his movements, the cheeky tone in his voice readily apparent.
“How dare you…” I grumbled playfully, then devolved into a gasp as he rubbed my clit again. “You know I don’t want to”
“I didn’t think so~” He continued to wiggle his body around under my shorts, every movement both strange and arousing. My breathing quickened as I tried desperately to contain myself.
“I thought you- ah… couldn’t predict me…?” My eyes closed against my will as I leaned back in my seat. My legs ended up spreading wider as I slid slightly forward.
“Things of this nature don’t quite count~”
“Hey-!” I snorted in objection, but then was interrupted by yet another involuntary moan as I felt something significantly less fuzzy grinding between my labia. Although slightly muffled by the fabric, I could still clearly hear his mischievous chuckling.
”Would you rather be grating your human processor with the report?” I could just hear the smirk in his tone.
“N…no… I like this a lot more…” My voice quieted in submission, the sensation of his spike teasing my entrance, even as small as it was at the moment, was sending me sky high.
“Excellent~ You feel quite wonderful~” His praise had me shivering with excitement. I bit down on my lip as he slid it inside with ease. Like the tip of a pinky finger, slow and taunting.
“Mm… You’re toying with me…” A pointless statement, since I was well aware the torment was just part of his game. He ignored me and maintained his motions, stimulating my clit by gently alternating rubbing his pedipalps from either side.
“If you’re good and you overload, I might reward you by upsizing~“ Another shiver, this one much more prominent. But… the thought of him mounting me in his spider mode but within my size range… had me trembling with eagerness.
“P…please… Tarantulas…” I hummed dreamily, leaning my head back as the high gradually rose. He slid his spike further, curving his whole body to do so. His fuzz against my sensitive skin felt so bizarre and exciting at the same time.
“That’s it, my dearest plaything~ Overload for me so I can ravage you~”
His movements, his words, and his whimsically dominating tone had the sensations in me rise to their peak, a loud, layered moan erupting from my lips as I spasmed violently.
“There it is… Always such a treat, aren’t you~?” He nuzzled his body into me, pulling his spike out. He turned around momentarily, gauging how slick I’d gotten. I could vaguely tell that he was calculating through the subtle ways he moved, the light tapping of one of his legs, even tiny chitters.
As fast as my first climax might have been, I knew it was hardly over. He was far too much of the methodical type, and he hadn’t even gotten started.
He crawled back out of my shorts, then in one swift motion, tore out of his beast mode, changing his size to be roughly around 8ft tall and landing directly before me. His frame surrounded mine as he pulled me out of the chair and into his broad chassis. Held against him, I quivered, tender to the touch.
“Now, onto phase two of my little experiment, shall we~?” He carried me over to my habsuite bed, laying me down on my stomach.
“What’s the experiment?” I asked through ragged breaths, my heart still racing.
“Your frame’s size limit~” His external dentae chittered, the metallic sound making me shudder.
“Well, I definitely can’t physically take you at your normal size.”
“Oh, of course not, that would quite literally tear your fragile, fleshy body apart~ Oh, but, I do still want to watch you squirm as I gradually get bigger… and bigger… until you can no… longer… take it~” As his vents tickled my neck, he returned to his beast mode, and slowly, torturously, like a predator enveloping its prey, began to crawl on top of me.
Out of pure instinct and arousal, my rear end started to rise until I’d propped myself up onto my knees, chest pressed into my bed. As I’d thought, feeling him mount me as a larger-than-normal tarantula was… unbearably exhilarating. The fuzz of his arachnid body brushing delicately against mine had me covered in goosebumps, shivers running down my spine.
“What a good little test subject you are~” He praised as his pedipalps hooked around my shoulders to hold himself firmly in place. His mischievous cackles quaked throughout his body as his spike slid out of its sheathe plate. “So well behaved~”
“Mmm~” My cheeks flushed with a tiny bashful smile adorning my face, my butt wiggling with delight underneath him. More hums followed as Tarantulas had begun to delicately rub the length of his spike between my labia.
Once his spike was fully erect and slick, he wiggled his abdomen to work the tip into the entrance, then began to curl his spider body around me to push it deeper inside. My fingers wrapped around the fabric of my pillow, a soft moan came out muffled as I smooshed my face into it.
“Ahh… I’ll never get tired of how it feels in here~” While adjusting himself to ensure the fit was comfortable, a couple of his spidery stabilizers tapped excitedly to the point where I could feel the squish of his beans on my skin. “Warm… moist… tight… depraved~”
“Tarantulas…” I whimpered erotically. Shudders ran along my body as he chittered directly into my ear. I had clutched tightly onto my pillow as he slid his spike in, letting out soft moans. “C’mon…”
“Getting impatient, aren’t we? I’ve only just inserted myself~”
“Mm… You have full awareness… of what you do to me…” Mewling beneath him as his pedipalps tightened around my shoulders to the point of wedging beneath me and squeezing my chest, my thighs shifted as if I could coax him to start moving. More shivers made their way down my spine at the pressure of his weight and grip of his subtly shifting legs around my waist combined. “This position… I feel like I’m melting… please… I can’t wait much more…”
“Oh, keep begging, my pretty little pet~ It’s music to my audials~” Swaying his abdomen so his spike moved inside me only slightly… tormentingly, he vented heavily in such a way that I could easily tell he was just as obsessed with the feeling as I was. That alone was enough to send me sky high.
With a firm squeeze of his pedipalps, he began to curl his abdomen in pulses to slide his spike in and out with a slow, but steady pace. Dreamy sighs and moans followed every stroke of his length, the ribbed texture grinding against my inner walls. Steam clouded around his chelicerae as he let out a vent with every thrust, shuddering at how my cunt squeezed as he pulled out.
“Mh… please… go a little faster…” Breathy moans laced every word, my arms curled tighter around my pillow. The sensation of his thick, spidery spike plunging deep had me quivering endlessly beneath him. I couldn’t ever get enough of being mounted by him in beast mode, and thanks to his fur, I could feel even the slightest twitches and shifts of his legs around me. I could feel how crazy I was driving him, all in the little excited and eager wiggles of his forefront most legs as they clutched tightly around my stomach.
Sure, I was a freak, but he was just as much of a freak as me.
“Nghh… haah… You’ve been so well behaved… perhaps I could… make a few adjustments…” His pace picked up a bit, his abdomen slapping against my cheeks as his spike continuously invaded my vag. “Though if you recall, my little pet… I said I would only upsize… if you overload first~”
“Ghh… unfair~…” I buried my face into my arms, shivering and trembling as I gradually adapted to his new rhythm. “Can’t… you give me… at least a little~?”
His pace stopped dead, torturously, in response to my “complaint”. He giggled menacingly underneath chitters. And then, his grip around my waist tightened, his pedipalps wrapping around my head as though he was preparing to take a sizable bite out of me.
“Whining won’t do you any good, now will it~? Just be patient, little pet, I’ll have you screaming for me soon enough~”
“Ah-!” I gasped loudly as he resumed thrusting, much faster and harder than before the brief pause. I dug my face harder into my arms, practically chomping down on one of them just to keep myself from crying out in pleasure. I couldn’t help but be at least a bit of a brat, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t last very long. Unfortunately, I couldn’t suppress my moans, as muffled as they were. “Hhh… Trhhmmffhh…”
It felt so good that at the rate he was going, my climax rapidly rose to the peak. The sounds of his own moans, grunts, chitters, and maniacal giggles only aided in that ecstasy high. My legs seized and shook as they struggled to properly hold me up, to the point where he had to maneuver his backmost legs to help support me.
“Yes… yes… that’s it… good little pet~” His voice quivered faintly as my pussy contracted around his girth. “Mmm… just a little more… and then I’ll upsize…”
“Ta…rantu…las…” I whimpered in a pathetic squeak as his refusal to slow or stop kept me pinned in that euphoric state.
“I’m… almost there… just… keep… squeezing~” The wet, slopping sounds of his spike pounding me almost drowned out his euphoric murmurs, despite being right in my ear. And as obediently as I could while high off of my orgasm, I tried desperately to work my pelvic muscles to help him reach that point. “Haaah... just… like… that-!”
Within moments his transfluids gushed out, the viscous luminescent goo coating my inner walls. His pace slowed down to hard, steady thrusts, ropes of fluid spurting with every hit as he rode out his overload. I kept up the motions, milking him until I greedily got every last creamy drop.
“Gh… hahh… nnggh…” His frame practically vibrated on top of me as he gradually came down from his ecstasy. And yet, his legs around me only tightened further. “Now… we can move on to the next segment…”
While still inside me, I felt not only his weight shift, but his spike grew in both length and circumference. An unholy whimper erupted from my lips as he only filled me more with the upsize, some of his excess transfluids oozed out since they had nowhere else to go.
“Mm… feels even tighter now~” He purred atop me as he adjusted his legs. His spike continued to throb after his overload, his subtle vents creating condensation on the back of my neck as he gradually charged up again. “Though… how about a switch in position~?”
“Wh… what kind?” I asked through ragged breaths and whimpers. My legs trembled almost violently, threatening to give out if it hadn’t been for his back four stabilizers providing support.
Without another word, he slid himself out of my vag, spilling out more excess fluids. Moving quickly, like capturing a meal, he began to string webs around me with masterful precision and dexterity. Thick ropes of his webbing bound my arms above my head, my legs wrapped up in bent positions and held firmly apart, even the threads around my chest gave off something akin to shibari.
“This… feels familiar…” I let out a horny, playful giggle as he tugged the load-bearing thread to suspend me from the ceiling, attaching me to a proper spider web he’d casually whipped up like it was nothing. In just a few minutes, he’d webbed up nearly my whole suite. Suddenly I had become a Halloween decoration.
“Familiar indeed~ Albeit with some… obvious differences~” Chittering coyly, the glow of his optics shone through mischievous, narrow slits. “Now…”
Crawling over me, almost like he was reenacting our first meeting, his pedipalps papped at my head and shoulders as I stared down his fangs, shivers rolling down my spine as the prey feeling returned. He hooked all eight of his legs around my body, pedipalps firmly holding my head in place as he seamlessly slipped his spike back inside.
“Tara-aah-haah…” A drawn-out, layered moan escaped my lips as he began thrusting erratically, squeezing me tightly through every stroke. “P-please…”
“Begging so soon into this round too, little pet~?” His sadistic chirps filled my ears as his giant, spidery body pressed hard against mine, his fur tickling my bare skin. “My, how needy you are~”
I could only choke out gasps and whimpers in response as his pace picked up, and while it was incredibly subtle, I realized he was upsizing even more, noted by how it felt as though I was being gradually stretched throughout his thrusts.
“Mm~ You’re lucky you’re so much fun to play with~” He teased as he uncurled just enough to lovingly brush one of his pedipalps along my cheek. I caught the little grunts and groans slipping out in between his words. Despite his taunting, I could hear, see, and feel how enthralled he was.
“Ah… p-please… T..Tarantulas… I-I need it…” I whined, quivering in his grasp, the sensation of his spike ravaging my cunt making my eyes roll back. I needed to feel him gushing everything out again. I needed to hear his pleasured chitters as he emptied his load. “I… I need your- mm!”
A firm, hard thrust from him had shut off my capacity to form words, replacing them with nothing but moans.
“Now, now, my pet…” He cooed in my ear, nibbling lightly on my neck in such a way that his fangs grazed ever-so-delicately against my skin in an erotically dangerous manner. “If you keep begging like that…”
Another hard thrust.
“…I might just lose control~”
My chest heaved as I struggled to maintain myself, his spider legs squeezing me so much that my vision threatened to fade. His pace slowed, as though to prepare himself for his next move.
Then… as he curled his body back around mine, he began to pound harder and deeper, though matching his earlier pace. His stuttering vents clouded around my head as he gradually lost himself in the moment, his prior demeanor dissolving into pure, carnal hunger.
Moans flooded out in erotic cries as his spike hit deep into my cervix, the textures of his shaft grinding the walls. His grunts echoed in my head, the occasional lustful giggle or hum filling the gaps between.
“Tarantulas… oh fuck, Tarantulas-!” I screamed out as my body seized in his grip, my vag clamping around his spike. His groans rose in volume, synchronizing with the pulsing of his shaft until he burst, spurting out what felt like gallons of his transfluids, excess dripping out onto the floor beneath us.
Heavy vents fogged around us both as our composures slowly returned, though the sensation of his gooey fluids sloshing around inside me as he shifted sent entire jolts of shivers down my spine.
“Gh… haah… Hope you don’t mind me keeping you plugged up for a bit~” Without even needing to pull out, he transformed back to root mode so he could comfortably look me in the eyes, his digits tilting my chin up. “Don’t you look pretty with your frame bulging from how full you are~”
“Fuck… it’s so much… The second you pull out it’s all gonna pool everywhere…”
“With that amount… I might finally spark you~” His optics brightened, his dentae chittering with both curiosity and satisfaction. “I can envision how much prettier you’d look bulging from carrying my sparklings~”
“Is… is that even possible? I know we’ve been fucking around for some time now, but in all seriousness… are our species even reproductively compatible?”
“It’s never been proven, I can say for certain. That said, I believe it’s been worth testing, and you make a truly enjoyable Guinea pig~”
Under his usual taunting demeanor, I could vaguely pick up on the faint tinges of yearning. Everything that I’d learned about him, I knew him well enough to grasp that he’d deeply craved companionship, and maybe even a family. I could easily provide the former, but would he be happy if I couldn’t the latter?
“Tarantulas?” My tone shifted to something much more concerned. He paused, dropping his usual eccentricities and tilting his helm curiously. “If I can’t be sparked-“
“-You think I’ll leave you?” He interrupted. I should have figured he’d catch on quickly. “Weiss, my dear pet, if that ends up being the case, we simply have an excuse to keep trying. Besides, whether or not you forge anything out of these encounters, it does not erase how much I enjoy you.”
Somehow, just hearing him say that dispelled my worry.
“I enjoy you, too.” My eyes welled up from raw emotion… probably assisted by the baller orgasm I’d just had.
“My dear, have you forgotten you’re no longer my warden? The Prime allowed me my own laboratory as a reward for good behavior, and yet I keep scuttling back here to accompany you~”
“Okay… you raise a good point.”
“Also I just stuffed you with two whole loads of-“
“You’ve raised your point!” I couldn’t help but devolve into giggles at his sudden crudeness, a delightful contrast to his typical eloquence. His optics narrowed with amorous glee as he leaned down to delicately nibble at my cheek with his external dentae. His version of a kiss, since he didn’t have derma like most other Cybertronians.
“Would you want a sparkling with me somecycle, even if it took some scientific bullfraggery to manage?”
Gazing so deeply into his optics, I swore I could feel the subtle pulses of his spark, as if it was slowly enveloping me in the moment. My heart throbbed at the wistful glitter in his luminous green glow.
A brief daydream came to mind of an indeterminate length of time into this potential future, a happy and fulfilled Tarantulas, holding one, two, maybe even more spider-shaped sparklings. A thought that, although it’d probably creep out the average human, what I felt bordered on cuteness overload. Just imagining this eccentric mech, who’d had his spark damaged again and again until he’d internalized it, finally finding the peace and wholeness he desired…
…and then imagining myself experiencing that side of him firsthand. I smiled, fueled with endearment and determination.
“I think I could handle that~”
“Then, these experiments will be worthwhile~” His optics slitted with joy as he bent down and pressed his crest to my forehead. “You’d make a lovely carrier~”
My face flushed in a bashful manner at the last comment.
We had spent the next several minutes in each other’s embrace, our breaths synchronized. Slowly, he pulled out, then unwound his webs to release me, lowering me down into his arms like a princess while ignoring any drippage.
“So… That report of yours will be delayed~”
“I’m pretty sure Ultra Magnus won’t care in the end, if we’re being completely honest. If he wanted it done in record time, he wouldn’t have handed it off to me. He knows damn well I agonize over paperwork, and if it was really that important, it’d have gone to someone far more detail-oriented.” I rolled my eyes playfully. If I happened to be wrong about this one, I’d get punished later.
Oh well.
“Heheheh… if his plans were to keep you busy, the report wasn’t even necessary. I did that well enough on my own~” Tarantulas sauntered with me over to my habsuite’s bathing receptacle so we could clean off together. His mood had significantly improved since I’d started wasting away on the initial task.
“At least it was a fun distraction~”
Tilting my chin up once more, his optics gave off a bright, taunting gleam, his vibe returning to the one I knew best.
“One of these cycles, I will spark you~”