The small robotic drone skittered up the wall and across the ceiling. It had taken days to hack the defense net designed to stop remote spies from infiltrating the Predacon base. It would have taken much longer had Tarantulas not put the net up himself. He could now tap into his small drones mind even when they were in base.
Tarantulas looked up from his computer terminal. He chuckled to himself at his own cleverness. The drone was his masterpiece. Roughly cylindrical, supported and transported by six legs, a scanning array in the front hidden by a parabolic dome light. One could mistake it for simply a walking flashlight, but it was really much more. The cylinder could open and a small grasping tool could come out to do very detail work. All controlled or preprogrammed through Tarantulas' mind when he was linked with his virtual reality gear.
Now that I'm in, what do I want to do?
A thought occurred to him. It might not be the most productive use of his toys, but at least it should prove to be fun. His drones broke up and hurried through the ventilation ducts. They all centered on one room. Blackarachnia's room.
She was another one of his creations. Sort of. The mind and soul were not his, but he had tinkered with the cosmetic portions. Who knew what she could have been had he left her alone in her pod. As it was her body was out of his tastiest wet dream, and her attitude had developed to match. She was his perfect mate. To bad she didn't see it the same way.
He was scorned by his own creation, but he would have her yet. The light from the one active drone cast odd shadows from the vent. She did not move from her resting pod. She had to be recharging or surly she would have seen it. The small arm worked the bolts holding the grating, and the drone had entrance to the room. Others stood watch, with their lights deactivated, at different vents, giving multiple views of the room.
The small almost insectile drone skittered across the floor and climbed up on to the foot of the resting pod.
There she lay in all of her glory. A thin gossamer blanket, revealing more than it concealed, lay on her. Her chest slowly raising and falling, her head turned slightly to the side, her arms relaxed and outspread, the spider legs on her upper arm spread out like a cape. The black and gold chrome shone in the dim light of the drone.
Transfer audio directly to my receivers. Transfer all tactile sensation to my finger tips. Transfer all air born chemical sensors to my sense of smell. Transfer all solid chemical sensors to my sense of taste.
The VR world snapped in closer. He was still in his lair, he could still feel the ground under him, he still saw with the many eyes of his drones, but now he was also standing there, on the foot of her bed, about eight inches long. He savored the sight. He enjoyed every molecule of her scent he now could sense.
For several moments all he did was stand there, enjoying the proximity. Then he dropped down between her feet. Crawling slowly up between her legs, her sent becoming more obvious and more tantalizing, he cursed the blanket that was now the only barrier between him and his prize. Still, all things take time, and he would take this excruciatingly slowly.
He climbed up her inner thigh and worked his way up her naval. The blanket was just barely covering her breasts. All he need to do was climb in between them, and retrace the route down her body. His first set on to her actual skin was made at her shoulder. The chemical sensors on the light bugs feet ceased to register the circuitry of the blanket that aided the healing and recharging. He now tasted her.
The drone moved very slowly, each step a small kiss on her skin, over to her neck. The light on the front of the drone was only slightly heated, touching it would not be painful. She should not awaken when he slid between her cleavage. Gently pressing against it, he tasted her, and felt her at the same time. Another idea occurred to him.
Remain feeding all stimuli as is, but copy and transfer all tactile stimulation to reproductive tactile sensors.
Now it felt as if his own rod was sliding between her breasts. Slowly, as to not wake her. He had yet to reach his destination. So interested in his agonizingly short journey, he did not notice her faint, breathy moan.
He was through. Oh the indecision that suddenly hit him. Return and repeat the beautiful sensations, or continue on. Finally he decided to continue, but from now on recording all sensations, so he could play back each glorious moment again.
The small kiss steps worked their way down her naval again. The scent was growing very strong, he could almost taste it now. Then she moved. He froze. From one of his extra eyes in the vents he could see the glowing spot under the blanket on her stomach. Her arm had moved down to her thigh, and her legs had parted. What glorious luck! The scent was almost over powering, but he did not turn down the magnitude of sensation. In fact, with a mental command, he turned it up.
Then the world flipped. All his sensors in the one light bug on her went haywire with the sudden change. While he could see clearly from his other view points what had happened, he blinked. She was very much awake. So suddenly she had thrown off the blanket, arched her back and flexed her stomach servos throwing the light bug into the air, and grabbed it in her claw. Tarantulas gasped. He could not only taste her claw, but he also felt it tightly holding his reproductive apparatus as well.
"Hmmm? What do we have here?" The audio sensors picked up. It was so slight, only the one she was holding heard it. Tarantulas was relieved she was only talking to herself. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the small drone. "One of Tarantulas' toys?" She held it up close to her face. He could feel and smell her breath vividly. His real body squirmed, and so did the light bug. "You woke me up. Now what am I to do?" She traced around the cylindrical shape with her other claw. "I think I might have to amuse myself by playing with you, little toy. Your just about the right shape."
She touched her oral sensor pad to the top of the light. It was slightly higher than body temperature. Rather pleasant really. Tarantulas was defiantly pleased. First she sent an oral power charge through it to deactivate it. The bug was insulated against what he would only consider a kiss, but Tarantulas shut down the bugs mobility systems and withdrew the legs back into it any way. The scanners and transmitters he left on. She ran her oral sensor from the tip, around in a spiral to the base.
She shifted on the recharge pod and brought her feet up on to the edge at the end. She spread her legs and brought the little cylinder drone down between them. The scanners gained a full view of her. Lubricating liquids had started to flow and her scent came strongly. Tarantulas was breathless from the sensations he was receiving. Then she plunged it in.
Slowly at first, working around at angles. She used the head of the light bug to search her inner self for the perfect spot. Tarantulas leaned back and let out a muffled moan. He was recording it as if he was at once mounting and devouring her wondrous opening both at the same time. Almost as if there were two femmes he could ravage. A final thought before his mind slipped away to a mind blowing euphoria was to turn on the light bugs gyro systems. This created a strong vibration from with in the probe. Blackarachnia hissed and redoubled her work with the new motioning cylinder. With the heat and the vibration both arousing her further she found her pleasure center shortly.
A change suddenly came about her. She was no longer tenderly seeking, now she was viciously attacking. Shoving the light bug in and out as fast as she could. Her shrieks echoing off the walls. Tarantulas was lost in the sensations he was vicariously receiving, but would later remember the strobe effect caused by the point of illumination being thrust in and out of her body.
Blackarachnia's mind was unreadable even to Tarantulas' equipment, but it was very obvious that various fantasies were flittering throughout her processor. None truly pleased her, yet all stimulated her for the moment they existed until another replaced it. Tarantulas' mind was overloading. He barely could keep a thought in his head.
She stabbed at her center of ecstasy like a being possessed. Her juices had flowed out and coated her claws and thighs. Her head thrashed about, in self inflicted joy. Still she worked. Varying the pace between fast and even faster. Hard and even harder. In and out, in and out, faster, harder, faster still and rougher still. Loving it all the while.
Tarantulas couldn't take this much abuse. He had already sprayed his lair with his nanite reproductive fluids and shorted out one monitor with a reproductive power burst amplified by the energon radiation around him. Had he actually been inside her she would have received the nanite package wrapped in a liquid matrix and the burst of power that gave instructions for building his offspring. As it was he simply made a mess of inert nanites and was thrown from his seat by the explosion of the power surged screen. From there he couldn't get up. She was yet to be satisfied. He continued to get readings from the probe.
She was insane. Her entire body was now convulsing in time with the ever more powerful thrusts. Tarantulas, his mind still hazed with passion and pleasure, knew he needed to provide her with just a touch more before she would stop. He couldn't move his body, the sensory overload was just too much. This was killing him through a one way interface. His mind tried it's best to race, but really couldn't move much at all. Dimly in the back of his mind he knew that he was in danger. He had to get her off soon.
A desperate plan floated though his processor. He tried to grasp it, but she was still working him hard. Mentally laying back, resigning himself to his fate, he decided that it was the way he had always wanted to go out. Probably the way every living thing would want to go out. With his mind relaxed and accepting the joyously deadly passion. The idea returned to him.
Activate... cleaning and... self defensive... static charge... now!
The drone released a power spike though it's exostructure. This simulated the proper response a male would give her. This final element broke the barrier she had. Blackarachnia threw herself back, convulsing in pure orgasmic pleasure. They both lost power.
Tarantulas was the first to come to. He was still receiving sensory information. He still tasted her. He still smelled her. He still was inside her. The drone was even still vibrating. But all of this was nothing compared to what she could do with her skilled claws. A number of his systems were down. He turned them back on one at a time. No major damage at all. Power levels were low, but hers were surely lower. He wouldn't have died after all. Still the thought of a death like that was rather appealing. It would merely have taken a lot more than what had happened. Maybe if when he replayed the recorded sensory information, he could multiply it. He laughed insanely at the idea.
About at the time he had started his systems check she had returned on-line as well. She lay there for a few moments, the after glow being too heady for movement yet. Her recharge pod would have to be repaired. Her thrashing had damaged it greatly. Her fluids hadn't helped either. She noted that the light bug was still in perfect working order inside her. Still shaking her insides gently. She slowly extracted it and tasted her own juices on it. Not that she could taste or smell anything else in the room, but she still returned as much of the fluids into her body as it had on it. She had just had a very good time.
Tarantulas felt the gentle suction and tasted her lips mixing with her own liquids. He released another packet of nanites and let loose with another power spike, but this time it was far less intense. He was worn out. Looking around from where he had fallen, he noticed that more damage had been done than he thought. He checked his internal reserves and found that he was almost dry of reproduction nanites. They lay around him in puddles of the liquid matrix. It seemed from his vantage point(which really didn't show him much) that almost his entire lair was covered in it. He didn't remember releasing that much, or that often.
"Blackarachnia, Tarantulas, I just monitored an extreme power surge in both your areas. What happened?" Scorponok asked over the intercom.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just... uh, doing an experiment on the... uh... atmospheric energon radiation." Blackarachnia said. Tarantulas too? Something isn't right here.
"Go shock yourself, shell head." Tarantulas said and laughed insanely.
Blackarachnia took the light bug in her claws. He was still receiving full sensory information from it directly in place of his true sensors. The com line was still open and she heard his scream of mind numbing pain when she took the drone, and easily snapped it in half.
"Serves you right." She said and closed the com line.