You never thought you'd be so glad to see Thunderblast's massive golden booty again, though this time you were witnessing it's ascent. As the robotic girl walked away, you were left flattened in the giant indention in the couch. "Ugh... my head...", you groaned. You looked like little more than a twitching yellow and brown pancake. "Some... ergh... somebody help me...", you moaned as you twitched, attempting to make any sort of movement. You struggled a little bit before you noticed a whirring noise.
"Seriously? Can you tiny things go five minutes without me having to bail you out?", you heard a voice say as you were slowly peeled off the couch. You recognized that nagging anywhere. It was Nickel, the adorable little maintenance bot. She may have been just barely big enough to not be categorized as a mini-con, but the bigger girls knew better than to mess with her, lest they get the nagging of a lifetime. "*sigh* Come on, Sari, let's get you to the repair bay. You'll probably have a smaller chance of being someone's bumper sticker there", she giggled as she sped off on her wheel-feet.
"Thanks, Nickel", you groaned.
"You can thank me by being more careful", Nickel quipped. "I can't be following you mushy little goofballs all the time, you know, and I certainly don't want to have to implement an hourly butt inspection. I mean how're you supposed to organize everything if you're someone's bumper sticker?" She continued going on and on, making sure to hammer the point home. "...So maybe carry a whistle on you or something to let everyone know not to squish you, kay?", she said, finally done lecturing you.
"*sigh* Yes, Nickel, I'll keep that in mind", you said, still aching all over as Nickel set you on a table.
"I'm just gonna leave you here for now while I go get Red Alert. You techno-organics are too weird for me to get a handle on, and I don't want to mess you up too bad", Nickel said while speeding off.
"Wait, you're just gonna leave me here?!", you cried out. It was no use, though, as the little maintenance bot was gone. "Oh well... at least I'm alone now."
As if on cue, you hear some clicking coming from above you. You shift your eyes up to the ceiling just in time to see a massive spider transform and land directly on top of you. *SPLAT* The massive purple booty seemed to belong to Blackarachnia, another techno-organic that lived in the house. However, just because her body was much softer, it didn't make her any less heavy. "Hey, Red! I'm ready for my inspection!" Her rough voice was muffled from beneath the spider's ass. She sat for several minutes, grinding her butt to get comfortable while waiting for the medic to arrive, scraping your already battered body into an almost unrecognizable yellow paste in the process. "Come on, Red, I've got places to be!" Her patience wearing thin, Blackarachnia stood up, your body stretching between her booty and the table for a brief moment before snapping off and sticking to the table.
"I'll have you know that you aren't my only patient", Red Alert said as she walked in.
"Yeah, I'm just the only one that matters", the spider snapped.
Fear gripped your battered form as Blackarachnia neared the table again, her spider abdomen hovering above you as you whimpered at the thought of becoming the arachnid's butt sticker, worse yet if she found you. You had been turned into silk enough times to know to avoid her.
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