Inferno's relevation part 1
Crack that I wrote on Anon meme. Is good, and cleaned up.
Black-Arachnia had crept off again, causing her psuedo-creator Tarantulus to try to sneak off after her, possibly to try and humilate her. Megatron had caught Tarantulus, and after pounding a reason why Tarantulus had been trying to leave out of the spider, Megatron had sent Inferno to investigate. It wasn't very hard to follow Black-Arachnia, as she was too preoccupied on her destination to pay attention. This was lucky for Inferno, as he had been having some problems lately concerning his role in the colony. He knew that there was a duty he should be performing, but couldn't pick out what it was.
He was a drone. He served the Queen Megatron, against the Queen Optimus. He spied on the worker drones for his Queen, and fought valiently for Queen Megatron when there was need. He burnt all he could in the royalties name, but he still knew he was missing something, something very important. He considered the tasks Queen Megatron had set him when he had grovelled, before discarding them as useless. He considered ripping off Tarantulus' head and presenting it to his Queen, but he had a feeling that Queen Megatron would not look well on this as the Queen had often expressed a desire to do it. A drone did not do a Queen's work.
He was lucky that Black Arachina made a noise when she stopped, or he would have walked stright into her back. He ducked away, hiding himself well. Looking at his surroundings for the first time, as he had been deep in thought, he realised they were on the Predacon/Maximal border. Why Black-Arachina had chosen to come to the borders of their colonies, he didn't know. Black-Arachina was now pacing around, looking up at the sky and muttering to herself. Inferno boosted his audios so he could hear what she was ranting about, only to frown in confusion at the words 'late' and 'bowser' that he managed to hear.
Almost a breem later, he almost drew his weapon as Silverbolt arrived. The enemy transformed, landing in a kneeling position in front of Black-Arachnia, who merely crossed her arms. Inferno crept closer and was thus able to hear the conversation between the two. He was most unsure of what to think about Black-Arachnia's trechery. She had always seemed able to see the Queen's vision, unlike her trecherous fellow arachnid.
"My Lady, allow me to apologise for my tardiness. I am afraid that Dinobot and Rattrap were otherwise occupied in the control room and I had to find a way around it." Why would Dinobot and Rattrap being in the Control room be a difficulty when walking through it? If Inferno remembered correctly, the control room was quite large, more than enough room for all the other colony to be in there. Surely the fuzor was not so incompetant that he couldn't walk across a single room with only two people in it.
"Bowser, shut up. I didn't come here for your weak platitudes," snapped Black-Arachnia, although she still cupped the back of Silverbolt's head gently. Silverbolt's hands, previously on the ground, slid up Black-Arachnia's legs slowly, feeling them up almost roughly.
"Oh? Does my lady wish for another kind of talk them?" Silverbolt's voice, previously so energetic and bright, had deepened slightly and was almost purring, as anotomatically difficult as that was. Black-Arachnia seemed to melt down, and she collapsed onto her knees. Silverbolt's hands settled on her waist.
"Yes," she almost breathed, "your lady definately wants a different type of talk."
Inferno backed off, CPU awhirl. While he could just about still hear the two desporting themselves behind him, he had relialised what was missing from his duties. All drones must at some point, copulate with their Queen, and Megatron had been for weeks without one drone! How deprived the Queen must be! How much the Queen must yearn to simply pull one of them over the nearest object and use them as he saw fit! However, the Queen's sheer modesty must be preventing such an event occuring, as humble and wonderful as the Queen was.
Inferno then vowed, Black-Arachnia's and Silverbolt's cries ringing loudly in his ears (he now knew why they never copulated on base. The whole palace would be deaf within a week) that he would, by the grace of Primus or not, get the Queen a copulation partner, if he couldn't satisfy the Queen himself. However, that was a hope that could not possibly be considered. After all, what did he have to offer his Queen?
"Inferno, report."
"Yes, my Lady Queen." The room fell silent for a moment before Tarantulus fell off his stand laughing.
Inferno strode into the Queen's battle chamber, pausing by his fellow fighter drones as he heard his name called. Quickstrike and Waspinator entreated him to play the game 'see if you can actually gross out Tarantulus.' While Inferno appreciated the thought of being included in his nest-mates' games, he had important questions for the spider, and so brushed the others off before walking on. He completely ignored the bleeping computer system as he walked past, intent on his destination.
"Arachnid, I have noticed you have spent many nights with our lady Queen. How do you best please Megatron?" Tarantulus, who had been checking for Maximal frequencies, stopped dead before turning around. He stared at Inferno directly as if looking at him properly for the very first time. All chatter from the others at the back of the room had ceased, and the room rang with silence. Inferno frowned at the spider.
"Are you suggesting that I, who was hand-picked by the Tripredicus Council to accompany Megatron, who knows more than any other on this planet about anything, would spend my nights with Megatron? Not in fact with him watching me for trechary while I run experiments, but in his berth on my back?"
"Yes."
"Get the slag out of my sight."
"IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME NOW I WILL TAKE YOUR HEAD SPIDER!" Inferno loomed tall and Tarantulus cringed backwards. The only semi-intelligent thing to do was do something so radical, so completely non-spider-like that even in this situation Tarantulus was considering ignoring his only option. However, not wanting his head to be burnt to a crisp by an enraged ant, Tarantulus did what he had only ever once done before.
He told the truth.
"I have never been in Megatron's berth, I will never get into Megatron's berth without considerable force being applied because I'm not interested in older mechs. I'm more interested in much, much younger mechs, understand?" Tarantulus realised he'd just given out one of his secrets and silently cursed. "Plus there's the fact Megatron tends to like female partners."
"That is no bother spider, you know we're all female." Inferno glared at the suddenly dumbstruck spider, who seemed to be going through odd convulsions. "If we were male, then we would have to impregnate another Colony's Queen. The only other Colony queen I can think of is the Maximal one, so that would mean..." the noise Tarantulus produced before dropping offline in those strange convulsions sounded something between a gasp and a retching noise.
It was at this point that Quickstrike, in a faintly disgusted voice, called out he'd won the grossing out game and please could he now stop playing it before everyone threw up from the images?
Inferno entered Megatron's chambers again, and kneeled down, staring adoringly up at his Queen. Megatron sighed before turning to him, putting down whatever he'd been working on.
"What is it this time?"
"Oh my Queen, please allow me to polish your armour to a radient shine!" Megatron didn't know why Inferno was so attentive lately. All he knew was that he was a good deal more shiny for it.
Tarantulus sidled up to Megatron the next day, nevoursly pressing his claws together. Megatron eyed him warily, aware that something was up. Tarantulus seemed to be jumpy about something, and that never boded well. Tarantulus was almost impossible to scare. Megatron wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"Megatron?" Oh well, looked like he was going to find out anyway.
"Why do you insist on watching me experiment at night?" Megatron turned to stare in disbelief at Tarantulus, who was nervously flicking his gaze between his claws and Megatron.
"Because, you little treacherous arachnid, I don't trust you. Now get out of my sight." Megatron turned around, thinking the conversation was over. Unfortunately, Tarantulus still had to ask his major question.
"So... you're not secretly in lust with me or anything are you?"
Tarantulus crashed out the door backwards, aided by Megatron's weapon. Inferno stepped on him on his way to meet his Queen. He had spent most of the night in preperation, and felt that now was the oppotune moment to talk to Queen Megatron about the obvious needs that a Queen would have. He had already devised a list of suitable females, as Tarantulus had so rightly pointed out that the Queen preferred females.
He flew the last few feet to his Queen, bowing in the air. Megatron, great and glorious as only Megatron was, was staring at the screen, watching the bleeping dots. He turned around, only to come nose to nose with Inferno.
"INFERNO! How many times have I told you not to do that? Urgh. Summon the others. Maximals are invading on our territory to get to a statis pod, we can't let them have it." Inferno relegated the conversation to be had later and flew off to do Megatron's will. "And will someone get that blasted arachnid off the wall! I'm sick of looking at him." Inferno saluted, making a mental note to have his conversation with his Queen as soon as possible. Inferno didn't want him to go without for too much longer. Such a thing would be noticably unfair to his Queen.
Black-Arachnia had crept off again, causing her psuedo-creator Tarantulus to try to sneak off after her, possibly to try and humilate her. Megatron had caught Tarantulus, and after pounding a reason why Tarantulus had been trying to leave out of the spider, Megatron had sent Inferno to investigate. It wasn't very hard to follow Black-Arachnia, as she was too preoccupied on her destination to pay attention. This was lucky for Inferno, as he had been having some problems lately concerning his role in the colony. He knew that there was a duty he should be performing, but couldn't pick out what it was.
He was a drone. He served the Queen Megatron, against the Queen Optimus. He spied on the worker drones for his Queen, and fought valiently for Queen Megatron when there was need. He burnt all he could in the royalties name, but he still knew he was missing something, something very important. He considered the tasks Queen Megatron had set him when he had grovelled, before discarding them as useless. He considered ripping off Tarantulus' head and presenting it to his Queen, but he had a feeling that Queen Megatron would not look well on this as the Queen had often expressed a desire to do it. A drone did not do a Queen's work.
He was lucky that Black Arachina made a noise when she stopped, or he would have walked stright into her back. He ducked away, hiding himself well. Looking at his surroundings for the first time, as he had been deep in thought, he realised they were on the Predacon/Maximal border. Why Black-Arachina had chosen to come to the borders of their colonies, he didn't know. Black-Arachina was now pacing around, looking up at the sky and muttering to herself. Inferno boosted his audios so he could hear what she was ranting about, only to frown in confusion at the words 'late' and 'bowser' that he managed to hear.
Almost a breem later, he almost drew his weapon as Silverbolt arrived. The enemy transformed, landing in a kneeling position in front of Black-Arachnia, who merely crossed her arms. Inferno crept closer and was thus able to hear the conversation between the two. He was most unsure of what to think about Black-Arachnia's trechery. She had always seemed able to see the Queen's vision, unlike her trecherous fellow arachnid.
"My Lady, allow me to apologise for my tardiness. I am afraid that Dinobot and Rattrap were otherwise occupied in the control room and I had to find a way around it." Why would Dinobot and Rattrap being in the Control room be a difficulty when walking through it? If Inferno remembered correctly, the control room was quite large, more than enough room for all the other colony to be in there. Surely the fuzor was not so incompetant that he couldn't walk across a single room with only two people in it.
"Bowser, shut up. I didn't come here for your weak platitudes," snapped Black-Arachnia, although she still cupped the back of Silverbolt's head gently. Silverbolt's hands, previously on the ground, slid up Black-Arachnia's legs slowly, feeling them up almost roughly.
"Oh? Does my lady wish for another kind of talk them?" Silverbolt's voice, previously so energetic and bright, had deepened slightly and was almost purring, as anotomatically difficult as that was. Black-Arachnia seemed to melt down, and she collapsed onto her knees. Silverbolt's hands settled on her waist.
"Yes," she almost breathed, "your lady definately wants a different type of talk."
Inferno backed off, CPU awhirl. While he could just about still hear the two desporting themselves behind him, he had relialised what was missing from his duties. All drones must at some point, copulate with their Queen, and Megatron had been for weeks without one drone! How deprived the Queen must be! How much the Queen must yearn to simply pull one of them over the nearest object and use them as he saw fit! However, the Queen's sheer modesty must be preventing such an event occuring, as humble and wonderful as the Queen was.
Inferno then vowed, Black-Arachnia's and Silverbolt's cries ringing loudly in his ears (he now knew why they never copulated on base. The whole palace would be deaf within a week) that he would, by the grace of Primus or not, get the Queen a copulation partner, if he couldn't satisfy the Queen himself. However, that was a hope that could not possibly be considered. After all, what did he have to offer his Queen?
"Inferno, report."
"Yes, my Lady Queen." The room fell silent for a moment before Tarantulus fell off his stand laughing.
Inferno strode into the Queen's battle chamber, pausing by his fellow fighter drones as he heard his name called. Quickstrike and Waspinator entreated him to play the game 'see if you can actually gross out Tarantulus.' While Inferno appreciated the thought of being included in his nest-mates' games, he had important questions for the spider, and so brushed the others off before walking on. He completely ignored the bleeping computer system as he walked past, intent on his destination.
"Arachnid, I have noticed you have spent many nights with our lady Queen. How do you best please Megatron?" Tarantulus, who had been checking for Maximal frequencies, stopped dead before turning around. He stared at Inferno directly as if looking at him properly for the very first time. All chatter from the others at the back of the room had ceased, and the room rang with silence. Inferno frowned at the spider.
"Are you suggesting that I, who was hand-picked by the Tripredicus Council to accompany Megatron, who knows more than any other on this planet about anything, would spend my nights with Megatron? Not in fact with him watching me for trechary while I run experiments, but in his berth on my back?"
"Yes."
"Get the slag out of my sight."
"IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME NOW I WILL TAKE YOUR HEAD SPIDER!" Inferno loomed tall and Tarantulus cringed backwards. The only semi-intelligent thing to do was do something so radical, so completely non-spider-like that even in this situation Tarantulus was considering ignoring his only option. However, not wanting his head to be burnt to a crisp by an enraged ant, Tarantulus did what he had only ever once done before.
He told the truth.
"I have never been in Megatron's berth, I will never get into Megatron's berth without considerable force being applied because I'm not interested in older mechs. I'm more interested in much, much younger mechs, understand?" Tarantulus realised he'd just given out one of his secrets and silently cursed. "Plus there's the fact Megatron tends to like female partners."
"That is no bother spider, you know we're all female." Inferno glared at the suddenly dumbstruck spider, who seemed to be going through odd convulsions. "If we were male, then we would have to impregnate another Colony's Queen. The only other Colony queen I can think of is the Maximal one, so that would mean..." the noise Tarantulus produced before dropping offline in those strange convulsions sounded something between a gasp and a retching noise.
It was at this point that Quickstrike, in a faintly disgusted voice, called out he'd won the grossing out game and please could he now stop playing it before everyone threw up from the images?
Inferno entered Megatron's chambers again, and kneeled down, staring adoringly up at his Queen. Megatron sighed before turning to him, putting down whatever he'd been working on.
"What is it this time?"
"Oh my Queen, please allow me to polish your armour to a radient shine!" Megatron didn't know why Inferno was so attentive lately. All he knew was that he was a good deal more shiny for it.
Tarantulus sidled up to Megatron the next day, nevoursly pressing his claws together. Megatron eyed him warily, aware that something was up. Tarantulus seemed to be jumpy about something, and that never boded well. Tarantulus was almost impossible to scare. Megatron wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"Megatron?" Oh well, looked like he was going to find out anyway.
"Why do you insist on watching me experiment at night?" Megatron turned to stare in disbelief at Tarantulus, who was nervously flicking his gaze between his claws and Megatron.
"Because, you little treacherous arachnid, I don't trust you. Now get out of my sight." Megatron turned around, thinking the conversation was over. Unfortunately, Tarantulus still had to ask his major question.
"So... you're not secretly in lust with me or anything are you?"
Tarantulus crashed out the door backwards, aided by Megatron's weapon. Inferno stepped on him on his way to meet his Queen. He had spent most of the night in preperation, and felt that now was the oppotune moment to talk to Queen Megatron about the obvious needs that a Queen would have. He had already devised a list of suitable females, as Tarantulus had so rightly pointed out that the Queen preferred females.
He flew the last few feet to his Queen, bowing in the air. Megatron, great and glorious as only Megatron was, was staring at the screen, watching the bleeping dots. He turned around, only to come nose to nose with Inferno.
"INFERNO! How many times have I told you not to do that? Urgh. Summon the others. Maximals are invading on our territory to get to a statis pod, we can't let them have it." Inferno relegated the conversation to be had later and flew off to do Megatron's will. "And will someone get that blasted arachnid off the wall! I'm sick of looking at him." Inferno saluted, making a mental note to have his conversation with his Queen as soon as possible. Inferno didn't want him to go without for too much longer. Such a thing would be noticably unfair to his Queen.