This is a Beast Wars/gargoyles crossover. To all you fans of the Manhattan clan, this story takes place at least 300 years into the future and most, but not all of the gargoyles cast are dead. This story contains adult situations including male/female and beast mode/robot mode sex and some violence. Cheetor, BlackArachnia, Tarantulas, Megatron, Waspinator, Dinobot, Rattrap, Rhinox, Tigatron, Airazor, Silverbolt and Optimus Primal belong to Hasbro and Alliance. This tale takes place after Tangled Web, but only Tarantulas was affected by the Quantum Surge, so everyone else is in their original form. Margot Yale, Brendan, the Quarrymen, Owen Burnett, Coyote and the Grimorum Arcanorum belong to Greg Weisman and Disney. E.D., Nimue, Gaul and the Quicksilver are mine. Email me with any comments at Grainneg@iol.ie Inferno will be sent around to deal with any flamers!

"Take the subway Brendan, meet new people Brendan!" Her mother laughed aloud at Gaul, sending her neat red hair into disarray. The young female wondered how she would take the news that she was going to be a grandmother.

Glancing upwards she froze. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure on the top of a nearby building. Her heart froze, there was no mistaking that midnight blue uniform and hooded features. A Quarryman! The ground erupted beneath her feet. She was hit between the wings by flying debris.

There was no time even to scream.

She came around to a sea of blackness. She was lying on her stomach, pinned to the ground by a crushing weight on her back. She moaned in agony. Where were her mother and Gaul? She felt warmth behind her eyes as they glowed red to enable her to see. What she saw made her scream. Gaul was dead, his head impaled by a metal rod. Dead, dead, her mind screamed at her.

"Daughter?" a weak voice asked. Turning her head, she saw her mother lying by her side, her legs crushed under a ton of metal. She looked bad. She knew her mother was immortal, but the knowledge didn't help any. She hated to see her in such pain.

She reached out with a taloned hand and found that of her mother. Her mother gripped her hand tightly. She didn't know how long it was until she felt her mother's hand go limp as she died for the first time that night…

BlackArachnia sat up on her recharge bed, shivering violently. The dream had left her badly shaken. Who were those organics and why did she feel such a great sense of loss? Who in Hades was Margot Yale? And for that matter what was a Hades?

She had feeling that Margot, who ever she was, was a total bitch. She remembered the young female's despair at the death of her mate. Oh slag, she needed to take a walk, this was starting to get to her. She left her quarters, not knowing that it was the last time she'd ever recharge in them.

She passed Tarantulas who began to follow her. "You're smelling particularly divine this lovely evening, my dear Arachnia" he oozed at her.

'What the hell is he yabbering about?' BlackArachnia thought. 'Nice smell? Oh slag! I couldn't be!!' "Back off legs" she snapped testily. "Or else you'll need another nickname."

The reactions of the other males confirmed her suspicions. Megatron had smiled warmly at her and Bugboy had buzzed that there was something different about Spiderbotess. She was in heat. Oh damn, damn, damn! She didn't want the chance of spawning any of this sorry lot's offspring. She decided to leave the base for awhile.

Blackarachnia hungrily ran her tongue over her lips as she observed her quarry from her vantagepoint high in the rocks. Not for the first time she wondered what he was hiding behind his crotch plate. She shivered slightly in anticipation, soon she would wonder no longer. The lack of suitable partners in the Predacon camp had resulted in her having to look for further afield. Such a desirable young maximal! She had retained much of her basic knowledge before she had been reprogrammed into a Predacon, only her memories were lost to her, but recently she had begun to have strange dreams. Thoughts of a blue-winged organic female with flaming red hair were coming to the surface. She wondered what it all meant. This woman could hold the key to her past. Her thoughts turned back to her unsuspecting victim. She knew enough to know that at his age he was probably undefiled, well she would soon remedy that!

Cheetor sighed as he slipped between the rocks in Beast Mode. As much as he liked the planet, he was missing Cybertron. He had family there. He also wished more of the statis pods would descend. They also had several races of organics sign up for the exploration mission and he was worried about them. The majority of the organic crew were from a race of winged Terran beings. The sound of a twig cracking up ahead made him look up. Blackarachnia stepped out from behind a rock and turned, facing him. She was unarmed. Cheetor growled.
"Cheetor Maximize!"
He charged his enemy, guns blazing, but the female Predacon floored him with a kick to his jaw. His head hit the rocks on the ravine floor with a sickening crunch. The last thing he saw before unconsciousness claimed him was BlackArachnia's face inches away from his throat.

Cheetor slowly regained consciousness as an indistinct image formed before his optics. He tried to move his arms but found he could not. Craning his head upwards and to the left he saw that his left arm was raised above his head and tightly encircling his wrist, effectively shackling him to the rock wall, were slender strands of spider webbing, BlackArachnia's spider webbing. He noticed that he was in a cave of some sort.
He swore angrily and began to struggle violently in order to break free.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, kitten", a sultry female voice said. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

Cheetor ceased his struggles and glared venomously at his captor, the glare fading as he saw her. BlackArachnia was lying on her side in a suggestive pose stroking the barrel of Cheetor's gun. "What do you want with me you half-mobile slag pile?" Cheetor spat.

"Oh surely you don't think that of me?" BlackArachnia said laughing, posing so Cheetor had a good view of her cleavage, which she had a lot of.

"What do you want, Pred?" he asked again.

"Information" BlackArachnia replied.

"Forget it!" Cheetor yelled angrily. "I'd sooner let Dinobot run me through with his sword than turn traitor! You can torture me all you like!"

BlackArachnia stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "Who said anything about torture? And you can shove your Maximal secrets up your cute furry little ass, what I what to know is, what in the inferno is the creature I've been dreaming about?"

Cheetor's curiosity was aroused. "Creature, what creature?"

"That's what I was hoping you could tell me, kitten" BlackArachnia said. "It's an organic, female, with wings and…"

"There are more than one kind of winged organics in the universe" Cheetor interrupted. "Earth, Jlanka…"

"She has skin that's blue like Dinobot's and hair the colour of Terran blood with taloned hands and feet and a tail that she uses like a weapon."

"That narrows it down to seven races on seven worlds" Cheetor replied. "Well have fun finding them". He noticed BlackArachnia staring at him in a way he was not quite sure what to think of. She looked interested? And there was something else. She began to move closer to him.

"And now for your reward" she said grinning.

"Shit" Cheetor thought. "So this is how it's going to end, killed while I'm tied down." Suddenly he remembered what the female Predacon said about his posterior and it dawned on him what the black widow was going to do.

BlackArachnia placed one pincher on the side of Cheetor's helmetless head (she had removed it while he was still out cold) and caressed his cheek.

"W..What are you doing?" Cheetor asked nervously even though he knew exactly what she was up to. It also made him feel a little weird down below as his interface was pressing up against his crotch plate. BlackArachnia answered him by kissing him full on the mouth. Nudging his mouth open with her tongue she explored the interior of his mouth. Her ministrations were beginning to have an effect on Cheetor. He began to return her kisses and his shackled hands clenched and unclenched in fervour. The pressure behind his crotch plate was beginning to become a bit too much. BlackArachnia must have sensed this because she crouched down and began gliding her pinchers along the sides. There was a click and she threw his crotch plate over her shoulder and had a good look at Cheetor's interface. He wanted to die; he just wanted to die. Naked with a huge erection in sight of a Predacon! BlackArachnia was gaping in open-mouthed lust at the sight. He was furry and spotted down below as well and was of a size enough to make her go weak at the knees; this was more than she had expected! Cheetor was jerked out of his thoughts at the sensation of BlackArachnia taking his interface between her lips. He gasped and a shudder went through him. She brushed the tip with her tongue and began to suck on him, causing him to moan out loud. BlackArachnia released him and stood up. He looked at her questionably as she kissed him. She swiftly sliced his bonds and stood, smiling at him. He rubbed his sore wrists before turning to her.

"You're free to go" she told him.

He stared at her in surprise. Suddenly he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. He tore her armour from her frame and hungrily attacked her breasts, taking one in his mouth and caressing the other with his free hand. She shrieked and writhed beneath him, gasping in pleasure. Cheetor grinned at her around his mouthful of breast. "Now it's my turn to torment you," he said teasingly.

"Who's complaining?" BlackArachnia moaned in rapture. Cheetor nipped at her breast with his teeth causing her to claw at his back with her pinchers. His tongue circled the peak making BlackArachnia quiver in feverished delight. "You're…good…at this" she gasped between moans.

"Not bad for a first timer, eh?" Cheetor replied as he released her breasts and began working his way down her body, trailing kisses. He reached her crotch plate and lightly felt the seams. His fingers found the catches and released them. He threw her crotch plate aside and took a deep whiff of her interface. The intoxicating scent caused him to become overwhelmed with desire. He plunged his head between her legs and began to lick and suck at her hot spot. She shuddered and her head began to trash from side to side as she felt the beginnings of an earth-shattering orgasm.

BlackArachnia suddenly stiffened as delicious tremors wracked her frame and she roared a series of audio-splitting shrieks. When she was done screaming Cheetor lifted his head and grinned at her, his lips dripping with her essence. He kissed her passionately. She could taste her juices on his mouth and this stirred her anew. She grabbed Cheetor and flipped him onto his back so she was bestride his waist. She impaled herself on his shaft. Cheetor growled and clutched her shoulders. She began to ride him vigourously, gliding up and down his stem. His optics flickered on and off and he became conscious that the pressure in his staff was growing. He hissed urgently. "Primus, I think I'm going to…" His body arched beneath his lover as he came explosively, spouting jets of cum deep within her. This set her off again causing her to dig her pinchers into the ground. BlackArachnia's cries mingled together with Cheetor's howls before they collapsed into each other's arms, completely wasted.

BlackArachnia rested her head against the cheetah head on Cheetor's chest while he stroked her breasts. "Thank you, Arachnia" he said. "I never thought it could be so, so… wow."

BlackArachnia grinned at him. "Are you sure you were a virgin?" she asked. "You certainly knew what buttons to push."

"Tigatron told me about the importance of being able to pleasure a femme" Cheetor replied with a grin.

"He and Birdie must have plenty of practice" BlackArachnia commented. She squeezed Cheetor tighter to her, knowing that all too soon it would be time to go.

Dinobot snarled as he stalked between the dense forest trees in raptor mode. Where was that imbecile, Cheetor? They had been sent on patrol together, much to Dinobot's aggravation. Granted, Cheetor was not nearly as irritating as he had been when they first met, and if Primus really wanted to torment Dinobot, he could just spirit Cheetor away and leave Wheelie in his place. Dinobot shuddered at that particular thought. He had only met the rhyming monstrosity once and once was enough. In the end Dinobot had run off screaming. It had taken him several months to recover from the horrendous experience. Being stuck in a turbo-lift with the most loathed transformer in existence was not an occurrence he wished to repeat.

He tapped his comm. unit. "Dinobot to Cheetor. Come in", he growled.

There was no response. Dinobot began to feel a tad worried. It couldn't be that he actually cared about what happened to the younger Maximal, could it? Ah, he got it, he was worried because Primal would hold him personally responsible if he let anything befall Cheetor. That was it! "Dinobot to Axalon, come in Axalon", he spoke into his comm. unit.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah", a familiar and not much liked (in Dinobot's opinion anyway) voice answered. "What's eatin' your butt, Chopperface?"

"I can't raise Cheetor on my comm. unit. Scan for his energy signature, if you know what's good for you, Vermin".

"Yes, master" Rattrap replied sarcastically. Then…"Slag! You'd better get moving Dinoboob, he's ten clicks north of you. And from the looks of it, BlackArachnia's right on top of him!"

Dinobot felt an unfamiliar sense of dread as he charged off in Cheetor's direction.

Cheetor nuzzled BlackArachnia's neck as she stroked the head of his Beast Mode. He purred contentedly. "You know Arachnia," he said. "You should become a Maximal".

BlackArachnia pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Why should I do that?" she asked, staring Cheetor in the optics.

He looked away and then back at her, grinning. "We could do this more often," he said. "We could even share quarters".

BlackArachnia kissed him. "That sounds inviting" she agreed. "But is that the only motive you want me to be a Maximal?"

"Well" Cheetor said, thinking. "We could with an extra warrior. We could use a scientist; Rhinox has his work cut out. It'd bother Dinobot to have an ex-Predacon in the base and why I can't for the life of me work out, him being one and all and you were born a Maximal."

"All very good reasons, lover," BlackArachnia said, caressing Cheetor's chest.

He reached behind her and began caressing the area between her shoulders. She stiffened and gasped. Cheetor stopped, alarmed at her reaction. "What did I do?" he asked anxiously.

"Oh, don't stop" BlackArachnia panted. "It felt so good!" Cheetor resumed his attentions on her back and she moaned loudly and shivered. He continued for awhile longer until she could take it no longer and withdrew from him, pulling his interface from her body. She turned her back to him and went down on all fours. Cheetor stared at her in amazement. He had seen animals mate and he had an idea of what she wanted him to do. "What are you waiting for?" she gasped. "Take me!"

Cheetor felt himself harden once more. Then he got an interesting idea in his neural processor. He transformed to Beast Mode and positioned himself behind his Predacon lover, thrusting past her wet folds and deep within her core. She gasped in surprise and not a little passion when she realised he was in his cheetah mode. She felt herself about to go over the edge as he began to lick the sensitive spot between her shoulders. She cried out and ground her hips into his groin. He began to thrust into her eager body.

Dinobot halted when the heady scent of a female in heat assailed his nostrils. It was then he heard the growls that accompanied a mating up ahead. He knew a little about interfacing, when a female came in heat the chemicals in the scent she gave off triggered an intense aggression in any virginal males that happened to be in the area. The aggression only came to the surface if another male, mated or otherwise came within the sight of the unmated. Dinobot knew he'd better leave before he did something foolish, such as claiming the female as his own. He decided not to announce his presence to the couple. Probably Tigatron and Airazor he thought to himself, or Megatron and one of his loyal troops!

He turned to leave when a loud screech of passion, which he recognised as BlackArachnia's voice, sounded ahead and then…Cheetor's impassioned roar?

He moved forward and parted the bushes. He never would have expected the scene, which greeted his eyes, not in a million vorns. BlackArachnia was leaning back against Cheetor's beast form with a look of utopian satisfaction. Both were panting heavily. As he saw Cheetor nuzzle her neck Dinobot became overcome with rage. For him to be so worried about the younger Maximal, while all the time he was sleeping with the enemy! He gave a screech of rage and attacked. BlackArachnia never knew what hit her.

Cheetor kissed his lover's neck as he held her against his chest. The second time had been even better than the first. He closed his eyes and sighed. He could feel the last vestiges of BlackArachnia's orgasm flickering around his interface. He licked the sweet spot on her back, making her sigh and rub against him.

Suddenly she was torn from his grasp. The action was accompanied by ferocious snarls. He opened his eyes to see Dinobot standing over Black Arachnia in beast mode, repeatedly slashing at her. Cheetor maximised, roaring in anger and charged Dinobot, smashing into the larger Maximal's back with his fists.

Dinobot swung around, knocking Cheetor away. "Traitor!" he roared. He grasped Cheetor around the neck and lifted him off his feet. Cheetor had a clear view of BlackArachnia. His fuel pump clenched in icy terror when he saw the condition she was in. The Predacon female was lying, unmoving, on her back. Her body was covered with claw marks, which were rapidly leaking energon. The most vicious wound to was one of her breasts, Cheetor felt sick when he saw it.

Dinobot shoved his snout just inches from Cheetor's face and hissed menacingly, before flinging him into a tree. Cheetor slid to the ground and lay in a heap. He didn't get up.

Dinobot sniffed in disdain and turned his attention back to the she-spider. The alluring scent which had triggered his aggression was beginning to have a different affect on him. Silently, he surrendered to his velociraptor half.

Cheetor felt like he was going to sick up. His head was pounding fit to explode. He slowly eased himself into a sitting position. Twice in the same day! his mind groaned. First BlackArachnia, then Dinobot!

BlackArachnia! His mind screamed.

He scrambled to his feet. He caught a sign of movement out of the corner of his optic and turned. What he saw made him freeze in shock. Dinobot, still in beast mode, was mating BlackArachnia, who was still unconscious and showed no signs of improving. From sounds he was making Dinobot was obviously taking pleasure from this new experience. He was holding BlackArachnia in his arms against his body. She did not look good. Dinobot groaned in passion.

Cheetor felt an intense anger build inside of him. He let loose a scream of rage and attacked.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!"

Tigatron's tiger head shot up.

That was Cheetor and he sounded angry. Tigatron had been dozing at the foot of his favourite scratching post, I mean tree, digesting the remnants of his last meal and dreaming of his girlfriend Airazor when he had been rudely awakened.

Airazor! She was the only here in the Maximal camp. She was in danger! "Tigatron Maximize!" In stealth mode he made his way in the direction of the commotion. What he saw shocked him to the very core of his being.

Little Cat, whom he thought to be the most pure of hearts was involved in a vicious fight and his opponent was none other than Dinobot in raptor mode. Cheetor had several talon marks on various parts of his body and the cheetah head on his chest was minus one of its ears. He was also naked for some reason. Dinobot sported a long, deep gash on his snout.

The scent drew Tigatron's attention to the inert form of BlackArachnia. Her colour had faded to a dull black due to loss of energon and he knew from the look of her that her beast form was practically ruined. She would die if she didn't receive medical attention. It was obvious Dinobot was the cause of her injuries.

Tigatron could guess what had happened - The female Predacon had chosen to mate with one of them, most likely Cheetor, and the other had interfered.

Dinobot took a vicious swipe at Cheetor, who dodged, the blow glancing off his arm, drawing energon. Cheetor cried out in pain. Neither seemed to have noticed Tigatron yet. Well, time to put an end to that! He raised his weapon into the air, fired it and let loose an angry roar. The two combatants froze at the sound and turned to stare at him in shock. Cheetor took a step forward. "Big, big cat?" his voice wavered. Dinobot stood, his sides heaving. Cheetor made his way over to BlackArachnia and took her in his arms. "Arachnia?" he asked, close to tears. He looked to Tigatron. "She's hurt real bad," he said. "She'll die if we don't do anything."

"Which is exactly what we're going to do," Dinobot growled. "Predacon slut!"

Cheetor turned on Dinobot. "We're not leaving her!" he screamed in a mixture of rage and sorrow. "In case you don't remember, it was you who did this, you bastard!"

"I am no bastard!" Dinobot snarled furiously. "My parents…aahh! Why am I telling you this?" He stormed out of the cave.

"We are taking her with us," Tigatron announced grimly. He carefully took BlackArachnia from Cheetor and began the long trek back to the Axalon. Cheetor replaced his armour, before following him out of the cave.

Rattrap was engaged in his favourite activity, slacking off. He was on monitor duty but was only watching the screen with one optic while the other was watching a Laservid he'd borrowed from Cheetor. The kid was a sci-fi and fantasy junkie, and Gargoyles proved no exception. Spots seemed to favour dragons and swords over space ships and laser guns, though he had a sizeable Star Trek collection. Cheetor came barrelling out of the turbo lift as if Unicron himself were on his tail. "What's up pussy-cat?" Rattrap asked. "Finally take a look in the mirror?"

Cheetor was in no mood for Rattrap's smart comments. "Get the CR chamber ready!" he snapped in a panic, before descending the lift again and streaking away from the Axalon.

"Are you nuts?!!" Rattrap yelled. "She's a Pred for slag's sake!" He was in the control room of the Axalon. Tigatron and Cheetor had just arrived with the stricken BlackArachnia. Her colour had faded to a dark grey from loss of energon. Rattrap, as expected, had thrown a fit. The only Maximals absent were Optimus Primal, Airazor and Silverbolt who were out searching for statis pods.

Tigatron gently propped BlackArachnia up against a wall, giving everyone a full view of her injuries.

"Oh slag", whispered Rattrap. "I think I'm going to be sick."

There was a particularly nasty gash on BlackArachnia's side leaking energon, which made a puddle on the floor around her. Her throat was sliced open, revealing badly mangled circuitry and half of one breast had been torn away.

Rhinox crouched down beside her. "This is bad," he said. "What did this to her?"

"Dinobot," hissed Cheetor in barely suppressed anger.

"Chopperface is one sick bastard," Rattrap said, shaking his head. "What made him do this? Not that he needs a reason…"

"We were interfacing…" Cheetor began on the verge of crying.

"You and Dinobutt!?! Gross!" exclaimed you know who.

"No!" Cheetor had to restrain himself from introducing Rattrap's face to his fist. "Me and BlackArachnia."

There was a stunned silence. Rhinox and Rattrap stared at him in distrust. Rattrap broke the silence. "You screwed a Pred?!" he asked. Cheetor nodded wearily. Rattrap grinned widely. "Well, what d'ya know!" he said, clapping Cheetor on the back. "Our little cub's all grown up!"

"Just help her!" Cheetor was growing tired of Rattrap's inane twaddle and his concern for his lover was growing by the instant. Rhinox lifted BlackArachnia and carried her to the CR chamber. Even when she was safely inside, Cheetor continued to hover anxiously outside.

Dinobot stomped angrily up the precipice, hissing in annoyance. A Predacon in the Axalon! If he had his way she would have been left to the vultures. Even if she was a particularly lovely looking femme. He snorted in disgust at himself. Whatever was he thinking? There was no place in his existence for a female, not since… no he wouldn't think of her.

He crested the hill and surveyed the landscape. His sharp eyes caught sight of something glinting in the sunlight. Two somethings! Stasis pods!

He thundered down the slope, lost his footing on a loose rock and tumbled the rest of the way down, landing in an undignified heap against one of the pods.

He got to his feet and inspected the pod, glad that Rattrap hadn't been around to witness his unwarrior-like descent. It wasn't a typical statis pod; it looked as if it lacked the technology to assign a beast mode to a protoform. It looked like it was just a sleep pod. But for what? He pried the lid open with his talons.

Empty!

He hissed in anger and then noticed a set of footprints leading away from the pod. He hissed in surprise as the prints changed from human-shaped and sized to animal-clawed and considerably larger. Dinobot pondered this. Whatever was in the pod started out as a human but then transformed into an unknown creature that, from the size of the prints stood at the height of one of the ancient Autobots or Decepticons and had four legs. It just didn't make sense! Organics couldn't transform, could they? He decided to follow the tracks anyway. The creature had then broken into a gallop and then the prints…vanished?

What in the pit was this creature? There was no animal this large which could fly. Disgusted, Dinobot returned to the remaining pod. To his utter annoyance, this too was empty. Angrily he stormed after the tracks leading away from the pod. The sound of running water came to his audios, he was aware of the existence of a waterfall which spilled into a series of pools of varying depths of which the cats were particularly attached. He peered cautiously round a boulder and stared.

There was an organic in one of the pools! She had tan-coloured skin and copper coloured hair that spilled in waves beyond her shoulders. He would have thought her a Terran if not for the wings gracing her back.

Dinobot thought her exquisite. He sighed dreamily, imagining his talons stroking her luxurious mane. He did not notice her head whip around at the sound. When he raised his head she was gone. He hissed in surprise.

Suddenly something landed on his back, pitching him forward into the water. He floundered, spluttering, before turning to confront his attacker. The snarl died on his lips. The female stood over him, a dagger in hand. She was divine!

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