A/N: Finally, I have the motivation to get off my butt and write these already. My plot bunny will be so proud…

Also, why is it I haven't seen more of this pairing around here? Please someone tell me…

Here children, enjoy some super delicious femslash. Some of it is subtle so you may need to squint.

Comments/Critiques/Suggestions are more than welcome.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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I. Intoxication

She could feel it. She could feel it moving through her, burning within her. Inside her very spark.

It hurt like scrap.

She was barely able to register where she was. Currently it was up against a tree, pinned flat by a glob of a disgusting, sticky material she was much too familiar with. She cursed herself for not seeing what an obvious trap it had been. But being the headstrong bot she was, she hadn't given it a second thought when she saw a glimpse of the eight-legged freak dash through the fog and instantly began pursuit.

Now she was trapped, unable to call for back-up and at the mercy of the bot or rather, the con she probably despised more than anyone else in the universe.

A sharp bite on her neck brought Arcee out of her haze. Pain shot through her body and she forcefully bit down on her glossa to stop a raspy cry of agony. She wasn't giving her captor the satisfaction of her torment. Instead she made a sort of wheezing sound followed by a curse that was barely audible.

"Fraggin glitch…"

Arachnid lifted her helm away from Arcee's neck, her fangs glimmering with poison. The blue bot tensed as yet another dose of venom began to course through her. She did her best to hold back another whine of pain, causing Arachnid to smirk.

"Still managing to struggle are we? Like a little fly caught in a spiders web. How cute...let's see how long you last." She sneered.

The blue bot glared, but quickly shrank back as the spider femme gently stroked the side of her face with her sharp, clawed digits. Arachnid chuckled, amused by her pathetic attempts to battle the effects her venom. She tilted her chin up and stared into her captives' optics, tracing them with the tips of her claws and making her shudder.

Arcee felt her chassis begin to grow heavy as a feeling of defeat trickled into her spark. No matter how much she tried to struggle, it wouldn't do any good. The poison was spreading, Her resolve and will were fading. The Intoxication was taking over. Arachnid had her in her clutches, and whatever she had planned for the her, it was going to be long and agonizing. She could see it in her optics.

"May as well get comfortable Arcee my dear~" She cooed, leaning in and whispering into her audio receptor "You're not going anywhere."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this first Drabble. More to come soon. Hopefully.