"Well, well, the reclusive mastermind comes out of his cave," a feminine voice said. "Big fan, heard a lot about you."
The meeting room only consisted of Shockwave, Soundwave, Starscream, and Megatron. Her appearance was certainly not expected, and Shockwave stood upright from leaning forward on the tap to glance at the schematics of their next move in the battlefield for Iacon.
"Likewise," was all Shockwave could muster. He had no actual interest in what she had to bring to his attention if anything.
"Shockwave," Megatron stated, "this is your new ground officer who you can entrust to scout the layout of the Iacon for you to plan your assault on the Archives. I suggest you get acquainted as you two will be spending some time together."
He didn't like the sound of that nor Airachnid's teasing tap on her cheek in supposed thought. He read her like a book. She was arrogant and greedy. He didn't have time for dancing around her shenanigans. It was doubtful she would stick to the plan he made let alone obey his command.
After details of the meeting were passed between the five, Shockwave set out on his own but failed to realize Airachnid was meant to follow him. He politely shoved past her with no regard for where she went or what she did.
"Ever heard of 'ladies first?'" She called out, "Most mechs would hold the door for me."
"I'm sure they would," Shockwave bit back. She followed him and he growled, "Just because we need to work together doesn't mean we have to be by each other's side the entire time."
Airachnid hissed, "Well, maybe I just want to see your secret labs or actually know where I need to hurt you if you screw it up for us."
Oh, this femme... He shook his helm really not in the mood for exchanging pleasantries when all of a sudden, webbing encased his top half securing his arms to his sides. He peered up when he heard clacking to see her climbing upside down in true predatory fashion. She stood on the ceiling with her multiple limbs and glared at him with were fangs and narrowed purple optics eyeing him angrily. He stomped forward to be in her face angrily, pulling at the restraints and she had better hope they stayed, or he would squish her.
"You know, for a hermit, you're quite rude more than any other I have ever met. You show me disrespect, I'll tear your limbs off one by one and mail them to Megatron."
The threat did nothing but make the one-eyed mech snarl, "If you don't release me, I'll use you as my next experiment and you'll be unrecognizable."
"Now, Shockwave, you really know how to flatter a girl." She bopped the edge of his helm sweetly while he was outright pissed. "But no dice. I like to toil with my food before I devour it and since we need to get along, I think I know a fun, little game we can play."
Webbing covered his legs and then abruptly his vision. Everything was black until he found himself on a berth with his arms restrained above his helm by webbing and his legs splayed open off both sides. He was leaning back at an angle that wasn't the most comforting spot. In irritability, he realized both his spike and valve panel were removed and peered around for Airachnid.
Speaking of that femme, she jumped down onto the berth which made his breathing more rapid. "You're awake, good, now we can have some time to formally meet."
"Unbind me immediately-"
She clutched his neck and hissed, "You don't have any power here. I do, and I want to know everything about you, my dear Shockwave. I heard you like to break minds and bodies. Allow me to return the admiration, from one disassembler to another."
She shot webbing onto his knees and the lower thighs to keep him from moving entirely, crawling up to sit on his lap right next to his spike. Her acidic claws traced delicately across his broad chest panel before suddenly sending a claw straight down the middle burning a trail. Shockwave jolted a little at the pain, bucking up by his abdomen by accident to rub against Airachnid's abdomen.
The femme laughed, "A glutton for stimulation I imagined, good and bad. All work and no play...who do you have to play with up in that lonely tower of yours, Shockwave? You want me to play with you?"
Well, now he was a little concerned for his wellbeing all things considered. Her limbs were far too close to his chassis, nearly scraping against various points like a threat. But then she backed off and moved to have her faceplates near his spike. The acidic claws ghosted over it, and he felt their sting from proximity alone. It sent shivers until Airachnid gave an experimental lick to his member, showing off those dangerous fangs of hers.
The burning combined with the rough glossa held an indescribable sensation to it. All that broke down when she sent two deadly claws to toy with his valve. That burned. Any remote pleasure he got from the brief attention to his spike faded with agony. But there was something he could appreciate by her not scratching up his walls when she began pumping in and out of him. At the same time, she took his spike into her mouth.
The pain numbed the pleasure, and the pleasure had a rough charge unable to overtake the uncomfortable burning within. His chassis didn't know how to feel about it. He tried to urge Airachnid to retract the venomous claws, but she merely grinned at his whimpers.
Over time, the pain started becoming something else. It wasn't as unforgiving but still lingered. The acid caused his interior to twitch and made him thrash as best he could in his binds when he could feel the agonizing sting of Energon slowly seeping out. The few digits turned into her whole servo pumping in and out of him. At the same time, her mouth provided a wet warmth he desired more of.
"Air...ach...nid, please," he whined.
She let her saliva drip off her glossa when she retreated from his spike causing him to shutter at the lack of balance between the harmful and desirable effects she was treating him with. "So, you do have manners. Well, since you plead so nicely..."
She gave one last lick with a wicked smile and pulled out her servo covered in lubricant and his Energon to climb onto him. Shockwave didn't care at the moment the trail of his own fluids being dragged up his abdomen. She sat on his spike forcing it parallel with his chassis as her valve nestled onto its underside. It was torturous not having any control over his body.
But then she did something outrageous that made him moan. Her six-split spider limbs on her back untangled with a sudden lurch as she hissed deviously and went to his valve. Four of them used their tips to pry his valve open while the middle two combined and nudged back in to replace her previous servo.
Unlike acidic torture, Shockwave could tolerate the breach of the combined, thicker limb a lot more. Each time Airachnid ran her valve across his spike, the limbs would work in tandem to her movements. The pain was all but vanquished in comparison.
"You see, when you play nicely with other bots, you get treats. And since we're going to be roommates for a few weeks, I suggest you learn how to behave. I wouldn't want to break my new shiny interface toy."
She really knew how to rev an engine. While Shockwave didn't tolerate such disrespect, he could put it off for the time being when Airachnid finally pushed his spike into her. She was plenty smaller than he was; apparently, he was a little big for her to take in one fell swoop. Then the real fun began.
Airachnid was merciless on the berth he found out. To her, Shockwave was just an object she was only offering equal pleasure too by ramming his valve to get him to understand she was in control. She treated him like a ridable statue all while whispering to him sweet nothings and mocking names. He despised her even more when she arched and moaned rocking into his spike now almost invisible from how deep she took him.
He knew at the end of their forced partnership, she would dump him like an old, useless puppet. He was waiting for it so he never had to deal with her again. For now, he did admittedly enjoy her bouncing on his interface equipment, the penetrating spider legs also felt magnificent for what it was. She seemed to like hard, sharp movements that had him reeling to meet her enthusiasm if it meant his own overload. She went first, a given with how fast she was wrecking herself.
With a feral grin, Airachnid leaned forward to briefly dismount him, pulling her limbs to the roof of his walls which did abnormally new things to him. She swiped her glossa over his optic with an insectoid hiss before reaching down and fingering herself. Another two spider-like appendages merged together and entered Shockwave. It numbed the displeasure of his spike no longer receiving attention when it was steel hard and ready to explode. He was left to suffer as her lubricant squirted on his frame.
"Don't be upset. We have all day."
Shockwave hoped she knew if he ever got loose, the first thing he was going to do was destroy her valve in favor of his release over hers. Even as she mounted him again, it wasn't enough to satisfy him. His loathing would be his undoing, and he planned on making her pay for this humiliation.
AN: Probably the reason they never encountered each other in the show. I'm confident he would have been the one to kill her if she was in Season 3 as a part of the Decepticon crew again.