Tarantulas carefully connected the last wire in his newest invention. He sighed, "There, that should-"

BAM! The machine blew up in his face. Noxious smelling smoke billowed up.

"Aak!" Tarantulas coughed, trying to wave it away with his pincers, but it stubbornly stuck to him. It was truly a horrible smell. He hit a button for his ventilators to kick in.

The gentle hum informed him that they were working, but he couldn’t tell the difference. Apparently, he was ingrained with the scent because of the explosion.

"This stuff is awful!" He stumbled over to the shelves where he kept all of his non-lethal chemicals. He fumbled among the beakers, "I’ve gotta find something to get rid of it!" His pincers closed around a small covered beaker filled with a pink-colored liquid. He didn’t remember making it.

"What the..?" Tarantulas pried the cover off, and a nice, flowery scent can out of it. The previous smell subsided a bit.

Tarantulas stared at the beaker in surprise, then shrugged. He carefully dipped a pincer into the mixture, and waited for any side effects. Nothing happened. Not able to stand the horrible scent of the smoke, he resignedly closed his eyes.

And upended the beaker over himself.

_Well, it’s not as bad._ Tarantulas thought. He was hard at work fixing the machine. His lab smelled strongly of flowers. He hoped that it would eventually go away, but he didn’t mind as long as the other scent was covered up.

Blackarachnia opened the door. She scowled at him as he turned, "Hello, tall, dark, and ugly. Megatron wants you to -- what’s that smell?" She sniffed curiously, "It’s nice."

He eyed her cautiously, "I had a problem with--"

Blackarachnia swayed forward, a smile curving her lips. "I think it’s REALLY nice," she purred. She came forward as he backed away, "I think you’re kinda nice, too..."

Tarantulas didn’t know how to handle her sudden mood swing and advance, and before he knew it, he was pressed back against a lab table. He chuckled nervously, "Ah, Blackarachnia, what were you saying about Megatron?"

She pouted. "Screw Megatron. Or, all the more fun," she jumped forward, pressing herself against him, "screw you."

_Hmmm, this is...interesting_ he thought, and brought his arms around her. He smiled down at her, "I’m certainly not going to object..."

BEEP! "Tarantulas! Report immediately!"

Megatron’s voice interrupted them, and Tarantulas sighed, "Coming." He looked at Blackarachnia regretfully. "Perhaps we can continue this later?" he asked hopefully.

"I’m counting on it," she said sweetly.

Tarantulas walked towards Megatron’s quarters trailing a flowery scent, and pondering Blackarachnia’s strange actions.

"Tarantulas!" Scorponok shouted from behind him. "Wait up!"

He silently cursed to himself as the scorpion caught up to him. "What do you want?" he growled. "It had better be quick. Megatron wants to see me."

Scorponok smiled uncomfortably, "Uh, well, that’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Huh?" Tarantulas looked down the corridor longingly. How he hated talking to this fool.

The loyal Predacon shifted nervously, "I want to start seeing you, too."

Tarantulas turned back to him, completely puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I was thinking a couple of drinks, and maybe go look at the lava, or something..." Scorponok noticed the stunned look on Tarantulas’s face, and mistook it. "Oh, if you wanted to get right down to it, I wouldn’t object..."

_He’s serious. I can’t believe this!_ Tarantulas’s mind was spinning. And the flower scent was really starting to get on his nerves.

"...so what do you say?" Scorpinok smiled hopefully.

_NO!_ his mind shouted. However, he had to be a little more diplomatic. "I, um, I’m flattered, but, ah, I’m not gay..."

Scorponok shrugged, "Oh, I’m not either. At least, not usually. But there’s just something about you...so, is it a date?"

This time, he didn’t even try. "No!" He ran away towards his meeting with Megatron, leaving Scorponok staring after him.

Waspinator bumped into him at an intersection of the corridors, knocking them both off their feet. Waspinator’s bouquet of flowers spilled onto the ground between them, adding to the flower smell.

"Watch where you’re going, Waspinator!" Tarantulas shouted. Then he looked at the flowers on the floor, "Er, why were you carrying flowers?"

Waspinator shrugged, "Wazpinator like flowerzz. Why zpider-bot zmell zo nize?" he asked curiously as he gathered up the flowers.

Tarantulas warily looked back down the hall, checking for Scorponok. "None of your business, Waspina--Aaaa!" He had turned back around, and come face to face with the Predacon wasp. He was WAY too close. "Don’t DO that!" Tarantulas said, stepping back.

Waspinator stepped forward, coming close again. "Zpider-bot zmellz like flowerzz, maybe he want one?" Waspinator held out his bouquet.

"Uh..." how was he supposed to respond to that?!

Waspinator edged closer. "Perhapzz zpider-bot want more than flowerz?" he buzzed suggestively.

Tarantulas screamed, and fled.

He sagged against the door. Finally, he had arrived! He knocked on the door, and fidgeted nervously. If Terrorsaur caught up to him...

He had only managed to outrun the pterodactyl by ducking through a vent. The red and silver robot had been the most persistent, and had almost gotten Tarantulas into his room before the spider realized what was happening.

_What is going on?!_ Tarantulas wondered.

He didn’t have any more time to think before the door opened. Megatron beckoned him in. He gratefully obeyed, since the tyrant showed no desire for him, like all the others had.

"Now, my dear Tarantulas, what have -- what is that delightful scent?" Megatron stopped in midsentence, sniffing the air.

Tarantulas sighed, and turned away. "There was a problem..." he started, when the hand sliding down his back made him freeze. He slowly turned back to look at Megatron, who smiled slowly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He had managed to make it out of the base, despite the Predacons’ tries to stop him. They hadn’t been trying to hurt him, which was the scary part.

Tarantulas had figured out that their sudden desire for him had something to do with the flower-scented mixture on him, so he was NOT coming back until he managed to get every molecule of it off of him!!

Ending #1:

Megatron was laughing so hard tears poured from his eyes. That was nothing compared to Blackarachnia, who had collapsed on the floor and was unable to get back to her feet due to laughter. Waspinator was giggling madly as he watched the surveillance camera’s monitor, which showed Tarantulas as he fled. Scorponok was pounding on the floor with mirth.

Terrorsaur, who was holding onto Megatron’s throne to stay upright, gasped out, "Let’s hear it for Blackarachnia’s plan!" He pumped his fist, and staggered as his laughter turned his legs to jelly.

"Yess," Megatron wiped his eyes. "That was quite ingenious, my dear."

She looked up at him from the floor, "I came up with it, you guys made it happen!" Blackarachnia caved in again, "His face..!"

"How did zpider-botrezz make zpider-bot zmell like flowerzz?" Waspinator asked curiously. "Wazpinator not know of any chemicalz like that!"

She shook her head, "It wasn’t a chemical, it was just some really strong herbal extract!" She started laughing again, "I’m SO glad we got this on tape! Just the part when the bomb went off made it worth it!"

The rest of them joined her in laughing.

Ending #2:

Tarantulas eventually came back, and the Predacons, who were more than a little embarrassed when they realized what they were doing, never mentioned it again. Tarantulas searched all his files, but never found what the chemical had been. He eventually just forgot about it.

Until...

Blackarachnia looked at the beaker in puzzlement. It was small, covered, and contained a pinkish liquid. _I wonder where I got this?_

She opened it, and smiled at the flowery scent that came out. _This is nice_ she decided. _Must be some sort of perfume..._

She walked out of her room in the Ark wearing some of it.

Depth Charge came up behind her, "Ah, Blackarachnia? Can I talk to you?"

"What do you want?" she growled. "It had better not be much..."

...To be continued?

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