Rhinox turned from his console. "Optimus hailed me ten cycles ago. He and Silverbolt are pursuing an unknown flyer. He says they'll be back at the base soon as possible."
Cheetor sighed. "As long as they're OK."
"Hey Spots!" Rattrap called from his game of Cyberpoker, "Wanna come hunt Preds wit' me?"
"Sure thing, Ratty!" Cheetor replied. "I just gotta go tell Arachnia I'm goin' out for awhile."
Rattrap sniggered. "Dat femme's got ya wrapped around her um, pincher,
ya know dat, kid?"
BlackArachnia was lying on her bed looking at a photo album,
Demonique's photo album. She noticed that Demonique looked a lot like
her both in organic and robot modes, further confirming that she,
BlackArachnia had been this young woman. She was dark grey with vivid
red hair and two sets of wings. The blue, red-haired female from her
dreams was in some of the pictures as well as a dark-grey male gargolye
with long black hair. BlackArachnia knew that they were her parents.
One male in particular filled her with a yearning of times past.
Demonique's mate Gaul, killed in the attack which made Demonique a
Cybertronian.
BlackArachnia sighed. Stuck on the Axalon with a bunch of oh-so-nice Maximals. She sniggered at that last thought. Yeah right. Dinobot and Rattrap were hardly model citizens and then there was the extremely fuckable Cheetor. She felt herself get wet just at the thought of him.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she called.
"Cheetor," the reply came.
"Just a cycle!" she called back. She released the catches on her breastplate and threw it across the room, then gave her crotch plate the same treatment. She struck a seductive pose on the bed. "Come in!" she called huskily.
The door slid open, revealing Cheetor and...the rat!?! He stared at her lithe form in amazement.
"Woah!" he said appreciatively, "Now I can die happy!"
"Shit!" BlackArachnia shrieked, trying in vain to hide her luscious body from Rattrap's view. "Why didn't you say IT was with you?"
Cheetor turned and pushed a grinning Rattrap forcefully out the door. "I think I'll take a reincheck on that hunt o' yours," he said sliding the door shut in Rattrap's indignant face, drowning out his wail of "Aww, can't I join in?" Cheetor leaned against the doorframe, taking in BlackArachnia's naked form and her dripping interface. "So any idea what we should do today?" he asked smiling.
"Come over here and I'll show you," she replied sweetly.
Cheetor strolled over to her and they put their arms around each other. They kissed each other long and deeply, their tongues delving deep inside the other's mouth. Cheetor came up for air and grinned at her before nuzzling and kissing her neck. She moaned as he did so. BlackArachnia reclined on the bed, pulling her teenage lover down on top of her. He began to move down along her arm, touching her metallic skin with gentle feather-like kisses. He nuzzled and sucked gently on her pincher before moving up the inside of her arm. Reaching the top, he moved across, his lips finding her warm breast. His tongue traced the contours of her breast, causing her to hiss in pleasure. He sucked hard on her peak sending waves of shivering pleasure down her body.
Cheetor raised his head and looked into her optics. She was panting heavily. She smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace. She pressed her lips to his. Cheetor hungrily devoured her mouth, forcing her lips apart with his tongue and exploring the inside of her mouth. Suddenly he turned his attention to her foot, taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, allowing his tongue to roam over the surface.
BlackArachnia gasped at the unexpected sensations. She moaned as he began working his way up the inside of her leg, the thought of what was to come when he reached the top doing wonders for her fevered imagination. She shivered in anticipation as he licked and nuzzled her inner thigh, small moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Cheetor raised his head from her leg, she quivered in expectation of what was next to come and nearly shrieked when he turned his attention to her other foot.
Cheetor sniggered at her indignant expression. Laughing he decided to tease he no longer and did not hestitate before touching her core with his lips. She cried out in passion as he stroked his tongue over her sensory node. "Oh Primus!"
She wrapped her legs around his neck and began as Cheetor flicked his tongue over and back over her clit, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She grasped his shoulders as he stuck his tongue past her slick folds and began to dart in and out. She trashed her head and whacked Cheetor's back with her feet as delicious sensations washed over her.
Cheetor drew back, feeling the need for his own release. Running his fingers over the catches in his codpiece, he unclicked them and dropped it to the floor.
BlackArachnia growled low in her throat at the sight of his straining member. She screamed in ecstasy as he sheathed his wand deep in her core. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out. She hissed his name and kissed his lips, marvelling at the delightful sensations wracking her frame. She squeezed his ass and hissed into his audios. "Faster! You're a cheetah, not a tortoise!"
He complied with a grin, crying out in passion as he felt his climax grow near. BlackArachnia began keening as the throes of orgasm began gliding over her. Her pinchers dug into Cheetor's butt, causing him to leech energon. Cheetor stiffened and roared as he came, releasing ejaculate deep inside his partner. He sighed as the last vestiges of his orgasm faded, leaving him drained but content. He snuggled up close to BlackArachnia and withing seconds was touring dreamland. She kissed her sleeping lover, before following him into recharge.
"Cheets?" BlackArachnia asked her dozing partner as they lay in each other's arms.
"Um?" Cheetor powered up one optic and regarded her sleepily. She kissed him on the cheek.
"How d'ya feel about me getting a new beast mode?"
Optimus Primal howled in frustration as a DNA scanner passed through
their quarry, startling it into flight.
Silverbolt swore a very un-Silverbolt swear word, highlighting his
frustration and fatigue.
They had gotten close enough to it to discover it was male and to hear
his laments over Angela, whoever she was. They suspected it was a fuzor
of some sort and wished to return with him to the Axalon, but first
they had to catch him
The door to the Restoration chamber opened and a magnificent black
dragon emerged. She was the size of a horse with four sets of grey
horns crowning her head. She had a supple cat-like body. She unfurled a
set of strong wings.
Cheetor grinned. "Looking good Arachnia!"
The dragon grinned a draconian grin. "Demonique Maximize!" The transformation revealed that Demonique was little different from BlackArachnia. She was the same colour scheme as her previous form, the only thing different was the two sets of wings gracing her back and the fact that her pinchers had been replaced by the four-fingered hands of a gargoyle. She removed her helmet, revealing short red synth hair. She grinned, somehow she had ended up in her old gargoyle body!