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Arachnid Valentine's, by DragonMasterX.

I kept hearing it in my head. "Ohhhh, Gaaaaary? What'cha doing?" that voice calling my name, unmistakable as what usually came after it. A request, a demand, often accompanied by pressing physical contact meant to further lower my guard and give in to whatever she wanted.

In my few years at S.W.O.R.D., I'd learned to mostly keep to myself and do what's expected of me. I was a programmer and analyst, a savant with computer language; or as others less romantically put it, a code monkey. Tasked with using our surveillance system to find targets and detect anomalies in the streets of our current investigation's location, I took pride in my role in the organization. I'd never had any real trouble with my bosses, as I always delivered. Lately however, with the introduction of the metamorph division under Captain James Rogers I was transferred to, I'd consistently found myself faced with new, let's say, distractions.

I could feel it in her voice, dulcet tones concealing ulterior motives I implicitly knew were there, yet every single time, I was drawn to obey unquestioningly. Whenever she came in, it's to get something from me. As fast as she intruded, she vanished, and just like that, I was left speechless yet oddly satisfied, knowing that I'd done my job and just even minutely grown closer her. This only lasted right up until Captain Rogers' secretary, Mr. Anderson, chewed me out for what seemed like hours for handing out critical information to unauthorized personnel. It was kind of my fault, I realized, even if she was too hard to resist.

I'd seen her moves; I would watch her training sessions from time to time, observing how fluently she moved in the field of battle, her acrobatic skills and martial arts that she used to dispatch enemies. Sassy one-liners that made me crack a smile, and even laugh at times. She was always entertaining to watch. And I had heard the tales of what her life used to be before S.W.O.R.D; an agent of Interpol. A sly spy in one case and a master of disguise in the next, always on the prowl to catch the bad guys local authorities have problems with. She was a young agent when she joined the international police, and I heard she was only 25- younger than me. Already she had probably seen three times the amount of things I had in all of my life.

Co-workers had split opinions on her. Some spoke highly of her, particularly of her dedication and courage to carry her missions out solo, which I also admired. Others simply opted to stay quiet about a woman that could bench-press an 18-wheeler, so there wasn't much gossip with which to go on; not that I would've known anyway. But my own opinion remained adamant: She was strong; she was exotic as she was sexy, and she was the most beautiful woman I've ever had the chance to meet. She shook me when she talked, she impressed me with her moves and she seduced me when she approached me. I'd feel like I had to do whatever she wanted, just to see her smile and hear her gratitude. Getting chewed out was well worth it.

My name is Gary Turner, and I'm in love with Agent Stinger.

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St. Valentines' Day was near.

"Turner, stop day-dreaming!" Chief Samson's loudness of voice was enough to wake up the dead. To be fair, it had been the third time in the same day that he had to call for me to focus. I hadn't been able to tear myself away from the open document on my laptop, which I was using to fashion a little greeting card of my design; mom had always said giving a personal touch to gifts put even more presence in it. Snapping back to attention, I put my ears under the strain of listening to the chief again.

Samson was prouder than usual, announcing the metamorph division's financial growth in the past few weeks and describing the changes that would happen in the coming months. Military-assisted Operation "Thunderstruck" had been successful; our team had managed to save the city of Boulder, Colorado, from two towering monstrous metamorphs, one of which was recruited as an agent. It instantly became a controversial subject among news channels; was every metamorph a threat to national security? Was there a benefit in letting them walk amongst us? People from the electric-eel trampled Boulder weren't as eager to admit to the latter, even if seven metamorphs saved the city in the end.

My mind drifted away from Samson's usual self-glorifying words and wandered into the thought of what all of this meant to the victims of the incipient controversy. Agents Stinger, Queen, Shade and the newly appointed Agent Galvanika, the last of whose recruitment by S.W.O.R.D. raised no end of questioning from part of the government, were the media's targets. Luckily, there's so much a single government can regulate in a mostly-privately funded worldwide organization. I simultaneously felt good and bad for my metamorph teammates, knowing that their actions had promoted some good-will among the civil unrest, but wishing the growing anti-metamorph groups would learn to separate "out-of-control" from "search and rescue teams". I hoped at some point our PR department would fix the political conundrum.

But then my thoughts went from general to particular, and once again I found myself focusing nearly every neuron in my brain to devote my thoughts to Agent Stinger. I wondered how she was taking this. With the moving to the bigger and new headquarters and assisting in setting everything up, I hadn't had many chances to speak with her. I still remember the day after she returned from Minerva Laboratories, where she fought the menace known as Slaughter. She didn't talk to anybody for three days, and I'd heard she had been having nightmares about it; I wish I could have held her in my arms, if at least to provide comfort. But what comfort could a code monkey provide to a super-heroine that fights fire-chucking salamanders and shrugs off 200ft. tall giants like it was a B-rated horror movie? I could see dozens of reasons to want to talk to her, but none of them helped my courage. I became anxious whenever Agent Stinger approached, I became putty in her hands if she even touched me, and here I was, trying to convey feelings through a silly Office Presentation while she probably had bigger concerns in her head, like Omega or rabid politicians. I just held down the delete button until the page was pristine white and closed my laptop. Fortunately, that was before Samson realized I had been dozing off his "inspirational" speech again.

Even now I could see her, boringly playing with her pen on our shiny-new round business meeting table. She was sitting between Agent Queen and Agent Shade as usual, with Agent Galvanika seated next Dr. Pierre, who continued to assure everyone he was not, in fact, a real doctor. About the only person who seemed to be paying actual attention or faking it like a champ was Captain Rogers. I could never figure out how he could keep straight-faced all the time, especially in front of the Samson's overbearing attitude. Perhaps if I could approach her after the meeting she and I could sit down for a coffee.

When the meeting was actually adjourned, people seemed to be hard-pressed to clap their hands together. They did it anyways, if at least to convince themselves Samson had implicitly congratulated them all, not just himself, for the funding we had received. I watched our metamorphs stand up and get ready to leave; I hurriedly gathered my things and put them on my bag, smelling my chance to approach Agent Stinger and ask her out. Between the exodus of agents leaving the meeting room and my own reservations, it wasn't until nearly everyone had exited that I actually made it out. As expected, Agent Stinger had left before I had a chance to even say hello. Did she even notice me outside of the mission briefings? I sighed in defeat, knowing that I had missed yet another chance at confessing. Would I ever be able to get my act together?

That afternoon, during my break, I went over to the cafeteria with a rumbling stomach, having had a small breakfast due to a lack of donuts, which were really the only things I could have with my morning coffee. It was deserted as usual, since I had been very rescinding in leaving my post until my work was fully complete; I didn't believe in procrastination. Then I noticed her. Yes, Agent Stinger, sitting lonely at a corner, poking her meal with a fork, tail idly swishing behind her. The tray of food I was holding in my hands was shaking as my walking took on a more rigid, less natural pace. I could feel sweat gathering on my palms, my muscles tensing up as I approached the black-haired scorpion. She had already noticed me. But what would I say? I couldn't just try any old one-liner, this was a heroine I was about to intimately approach. I had to be concise, cool and sensual. Whatever came out of my mouth had better be the phrase to leave her wanting me.

"H-hey Richards. I-is this seat taken?" I finally said, imagining a hand slapping my face silly. Those black eyes set on me and she casually nodded across the table. I was glad for the silent response. Fortunately for my wits, she said nothing to my stupid question, considering we were the only two people in the whole damn cafeteria. I quickly sat down with my own meal, gulping nervously as I joined my co-worker. This was the closest to a date I had ever been to. She was so beautiful and well proportioned, even when she was boringly supporting her cheek on her knuckles with her elbow on the table she looked sexy. I couldn't squander this chance! But before I could open my mouth her eyes left her plate and looked at me again.

"Gary, you're ogling at my breasts again." Her voice, like the glacier that sank the Titanic, crashed a good amount of my saved-up courage. My eyes removed themselves from Stinger's generous chest so I could place them anywhere but at her eyes or chest. She had a playful smirk on her face, giving me certain relief that she was just toying with me like usual. "Pass me the hot sauce, dummy," she giggled, holding her open hand out. I gave her the condiment.

"S-sorry," I nervously added, "I've been a bit tired."

"No kidding. You spend more time cooped up in front of your computer than Queen's Knights drone around her. No time off?" I hurriedly shook my head, surprised at the amounts of hot sauce she was putting on her mashed potatoes. The usual white of the potatoes was taking on a hellish red in her plate.

"What about you?" I asked in an attempt to make small-talk, to which Stinger shrugged, depositing a generous scoop of mashed potatoes in her mouth. I was surprised she didn't immediately cough fire out like in most of my Japanese anime.

"Meh, don't have a lot of time lately. Queen, Shade and I take shifts helping Galvanika train, on top of our own exercise. It's brutal, especially when she briefly loses control of her powers and we end up smooshed under her."

"S-smooshed...?" I blinked in surprise, but then struggled to hide my blushing face when Stinger explained our young new teammate, Galvanika, who could grow with electricity, often lost control of her own ability. This was a development which, as Stinger described it, resulted in Galvanika's current trainer either trapped under her legs or arms in the best of cases, and under her chest or ass in others. The image THAT created in my head was far less disturbing than what I initially thought; in fact, picturing the curvaceous metamorphs all pressed together was a largely... inspiring image.

"Yoohoo, Gary?" I snapped back to attention when I saw Stinger waving her hand in front of my face. "Sheesh, must really be tired. You got to work your shift soon?"

I shyly shrugged my shoulders. "N-no, actually, I'm... kinda free now." Why did I tell her that? I didn't have to end that sentence like that; she could get the wrong idea!

"Well go to sleep." I thought of the sound a bullet makes when it ricochets against anything but the blank. "Don't want to screw your sleep cycle, huh?" she continued, "I once did it and drifted around like a zombie for three days," she giggled. I laughed after her out of common courtesy, but being treated like an old man deflated my ego hard.

"Yeah, you're probably right..." I hastened my reply, but immediately added: "You seem tired yourself. Maybe we should both sleep- I MEAN- got to take it easy too, right?" I only hoped I had raised my voice high enough to cover that insipid comment. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I was more nervous than usual!

Stinger nodded, relaxing on her seat after her meal was done. "Haven't taken any of my off days lately. I always seem to end up on duty whenever I do that, heh." I saw her trying to smile, but she was forcing it.

"Yeah. I remember your visit to Phoenix didn't go as well as you might have. I mean, of all the things to happen, run into a gang of teenagers in a night club in a day o... Oh." Realizing I had started babbling about what my fellow agent had lived through herself, I decided to slam my mouth shut. Stinger didn't seem to mind, but she wasn't doing much other than quietly nod at me. "S-sorry. Your parents are fine though now, right?"

"Yeah, thanks. With S.W.O.R.D. giving them protection and keeping them out of the metamorph-related insanity, it gives me a bit of relief" Stinger softly said; I could see her tail swishing behind her, but I didn't take much note about it. "What about you, huh Gary? What's your story?"

I was surprised and taken aback. A sudden show of interest! "A-actually," I stuttered before clearing my throat to speak, "I'm Minneapolitan. Third son to a couple of very busy couple..." I muttered the last few words, but then quickly picked up the pace, not wanting her to inquire about that particular subject. "I've been into programming since very little! Complex algorithms, functions, classes, everything interested me as a kid, so I kind of grew up making my own programs in my old piece of crap, until I could afford a better one. Got to work as an intern in an institute while earning my degree, and before I knew it, a S.W.O.R.D. agent scouted me into the organization." And here I was now, speaking to a sexy six foot tall scorpion I didn't even know how to approach.

"I barely understood logic back at middle school," Stinger admitted, wearing a smirk of irony in her face. "I mostly learned my stuff from memory and the basics from the tutorials back at the academy. I couldn't even begin writing a simple code, haha."

"I-I could show you," I quietly said, fidgeting slightly before adding in a louder tone of voice: "If you want, of course."

But she shook her head. "Thanks, Gary. But the less time I spend sitting down in front of a computer, the better. I'm not like Galvanika. I got to burn my energy manually!"

"Heh, I see. Actually, you burn a lot of energy by using your brain too!" I began, getting a sudden look of apprehensiveness that forced me to realize I had misworded. "I-I mean, not that you don't use it, of course, heh. I uh... I heard of how you incapacitated Fire Cracker back in Arizona! That was some smart thinking, exploiting his weakness to cold temperatures!" Her face seemed to soften again. I felt relief; for how much I loved looking at her smile, the weight of her glare terrified me. It was a certain form of admiration however; like I respected her enough to want to be on her good side regardless of what we were talking about.

"It was a tough battle. I didn't want to hurt Rex, to be honest," Stinger rested her forearms on the table, fidgeting with her fingers as she stared at her hands. I leaned forwards, curious about her contemplative expression. "He was crazy, and I was taunting him to get him away from civilians, but God, I don't want to think what I would've done if the coolant hadn't worked. He was just throwing fire everywhere like a pyromaniac on an arson streak. The worst part was that I was dealing with a monster I had helped create..."

"That's not true!" I raised voice, surprising the heroine. "The creature responsible for creating Fire Cracker in that warehouse was likely, no, definitely an Xteria experiment. You didn't make that experiment, so it's not your fault, Agent Richards. In fact, you saved everyone that day, Fire Cracker included!" At that point I realized I was shouting, lucky that nobody else was around. Stinger seemed stunned, and I was ready to apologize again when she gave me a big smile instead.

"That's nice of you to say, Gary. You're a good friend!" the scorpion had just called me a friend. My cheeks must've turned me into a tomato by then. "Actually... don't I owe you a free lunch?"

"Huh?" I was confused. Memory suddenly made me snap back to the day Stinger had me give her the location for Minerva Labs. I crossed my legs as I futilely tried to forget the sultry way she had coaxed me into doing what she wanted; she had me hugged against that soft, big chest, sitting on my lap, speaking in low, endearing tone. It was a miracle I hadn't ruined my pants that day; I could remember how she had promised me lunch. Now I was very flustered, and couldn't do anything besides thinking of various erotic connotations to the word "sandwich".

"R-right..." I finally said in a decently normal tone of voice. "Uhm, you don't actually have to pay me for lunch."

"Hey, that's not fair, Gary," she frowned, "I said I'd buy you lunch. Got to keep my promises, right? It's my responsibility. How else am I going to repay you for your kindness?" she winked. She didn't have to say it like that. Why did she have to say it like that? I knew deep down she was just being playful, but part of me didn't want it to be that way.

"Actually you could uhm... maybe a... we could...?" I found myself muttering, and then babbling, then simply unable to form a coherent string of words.

"What was that? Say it out loud already," Stinger pressed, looking at me with her big, black eyes full of curiosity. But did I dare just say it like this? I didn't even have the damn greeting card; I had deleted it that morning. Why was I shaking so much?!

"It's... V-V..."

"Yes?"

"...tomorrow and uh..."

"What's tomorrow?" Stinger blinked. Could she not know? I freaking knew it! She was too busy training and worried with much more important things to pay attention to silly make-believe commercial holidays. "Oh wait; it's THAT day..." she put her index on her head in deep thought, as if trying to recall a long lost memory. "St. Patrick's isn't this soon, is it?"

"It's St. Valentine's Day!" I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer, "W-will you be mine?" I saw her eyebrows shoot up and her jaw drop. "I MEAN! Uhm, would you be my Valentine? For uhm... tomorrow? Only?" If this had been a cartoon, I would've already shrunk away to nothingness.

But Stinger wasn't faring much better either. The sudden request had made her cheeks gain color, "Oh! Uh, gee Gary, I didn't expect that one," she averted her gaze, scratching her cheek with a wry smile on her face. No doubt I had crept her out. She had probably received tons of proposals already and was readying an elaborate, probably tactful, but ultimately soul-crushing rejection. I braced for the inevitable, but a word after following word my ears disbelieved. "I don't really have any plans for tomorrow. Now I know why Queen and Shade were taking the day off together, heh," she snickered a bit, twirling a lock of her long black hair betwixt her fingers. Her bashfulness was only making her look more attractive to me; like an adorable side I had never imagined I would find in the crime-fighter. "Alright then, sure, I'll take my day off tomorrow. What do you want to do?"

Mixed emotions suddenly crashed like a tsunami in the shores of my mind and heart. I hadn't been rejected, no. She had just asked me what I wanted to do tomorrow! "What I want to...?" I repeated out loud to convince myself of what had just happened. Then it dawned upon me: I hadn't planned this far! "Gah! Ah uhm... err..." I found myself babbling again as my brain raced with different propositions; a romantic dinner outside was immediately stricken out; the metamorph controversy was in the middle of being processed by the world at large. Wait! Her civilian identity. "H-hey so... how about I actually take you out for dinner? I could get us a reservation in a restaurant!"

Stinger seemed pensive for a bit. It was all I could do to keep myself from starting to chew on my finger nails. Had I sounded too pushy? Should I have been more tactful? I've heard she hates using her civilian identity, why didn't I suggest takeout and a movie in private? Argh! "Hmm, I'll take a pass for that idea. It's not bad, but the last thing I want is having Samson yelling me down for taking quote, unnecessary risks, quote," she said while mocking with her fingers. I was about to suggest my second idea when suddenly her cellphone drew her attention. She turned around to presumably fish the device out of her voluminous chest, much to my eyes' regret, before she actually began to talk after excusing herself. "Speak of the devil," she groaned after hanging up, "Samson wants to discuss some of my reports. Ugh, hated paperwork back at Phoenix, hated paperwork back at Interpol, hate paperwork now. Tell you what, just surprise me, Gary. We can hang out tomorrow afternoon after training!" she grinned and stood up.

I was left with my half-finished tray of food, pondering what just had happened. The last image of Stinger in my head was of her leaving the cafeteria with a small wave, her hips swaying sensually as she left- right until she reached the door frame, where she clung to and began to wall-crawl above the crowd of agents filling the hallways. I had my date, I realized. I finally had a chance with her.

I spent the rest of the day trying to come up with what to do with her. We couldn't go out, and I wanted privacy to be able to speak freely with her. The recreation rooms would be likely full of people, I had very little room on how to operate. I needed a plan! When I finally realized what time it was, I was still sitting down on the cafeteria, my late lunch turned into a cold dinner. People had come and gone, and I was still sitting there with Stinger's empty tray of food. It was nearly the time of my late-night shift and I still had nothing...

Fortunately, I had carried out my duties earlier that day. My workload was very lax in comparison as a result. Nevertheless, I was exhausted, having taken little next to no rest. I needed to relax, maybe think things through with a calmer disposition. Setting the biometrics algorithm I had installed for our surveillance system, I just engaged the autopilot while taking a little bit of time to rest my eyes and think... and then think some more. I could feel my tensed up muscles finally distend and my breathing slowed down, letting me think clearly for once. As I briefly rested my eyes, the clock was already hitting midnight. There was still time to think of something.

Then it dawned upon me. I had wanted to hold Stinger in my arms, to have her embrace me tight in return and to give her warmth and comfort of the likes she had been probably missing since her transformation as a metamorph. And I wasn't a bad looking guy; perhaps average, but not ugly. I had already heard Stinger considered me a friend, but if I wanted more from that I had to give myself a shot. If I really wanted a slice of the romance pie, then my first course of action was to just drop my reservations and simply go for it. With an almost whimsical sense of newfound courage, I sprang forth from my chair. It was pretty late at night, yet I felt bursting with energy. I was going for it whether my trembling legs wanted it or not.

Before I knew it, my feet were mere inches away from stubbing themselves against Stinger's automated room door. I gulped as I held my fist up, ready to knock. I might have been injected with a bit of balls all of a sudden, but I wasn't about to just step into a lady's room uninvited. What happened next surprised me.

Without actually doing anything to the sleek surface in front of me, the door slid inside the wall, as if beckoning me inside. On the other side was nobody to greet me, had there been a malfunction? Maybe Stinger was taking a shower. The realization I was thinking about her naked threw my mind into erotiville again; and suddenly I felt an overwhelming need to just step inside. I didn't even announce myself; I just placed my right foot in front of me and ventured within. But then every bit of courage was purged out with a flood of goose bumps running up my spine when I heard the door suddenly slide shut behind me. I quickly turned around in reflex, but my hands were paralyzed. I had just made a mistake. The door had probably just fixed itself, and I was stuck inside of Stinger's room!

I could see the night light on the stand by the bed. All rooms were the same in the organization's buildings; unless you required specific accommodations, like Agent Queen did. Stinger's was no different it seemed. The room in front of me was empty and there was no sight of her. Maybe she was out; I started wondering if I'd live through the rest of the day; I was also fully aware of how Stinger dealt with disagreements after watching her argue with Agent Shade last time. No, I was making a mistake; scratch that, the mistake was already completely done; I was fucked. My hands flew over to the door in an attempt to open it, but the slider was stuck. I couldn't believe my luck! Feeling tingly all over with my nerves made me take longer than usual to notice a constant poking on my shoulder. When I instinctively reached for my bothered shoulder in annoyance, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach after realizing it wasn't the goose bumps, but somebody actually poking me.

"You couldn't resist coming early, could you Gary?" her voice taunted me. I looked back only to startle myself as I found the tip of her tail patiently poking when it could have pierced me. My eyes followed segment after segment of the tail all the way up to its arachnid owner. I gulped when I found Stinger perched against the high over wall, casually adhered on her feet, bent at the knees, holding what looked like a magazine in her hands. "That's bad form, didn't you learn anything from Phil Collins? You can't hurry love."

"I..." But she dutifully interrupted me before I even began.

"Hush. I was in the middle of something," Stinger seemed to be largely unbothered. She was reading a comic book! Her eyes weren't even on me, but on the presumably colorful characters found within her book. As if I had been stung by her tail however, I remained paralyzed from tip to toe. A few seconds later, Stinger stretched and let herself fall, clutching the magazine as her second-to-last tail segment stuck to the over wall, hanging her upside down in front of me like a dangling pendulum. "Alright Gary, you got my undivided attention now. And by undivided I don't mean I want to wait for you to form full sentences again. Understand?" I silently nodded. She returned a warm smile before she seized me by the shoulders and pulled me in. Her eyes half-narrowed as she gave me a lustful gaze I couldn't even begin to comprehend. Had she planned this?

"R-Richards...?" I trembled, feeling her fingers gently stroking my cheeks as I saw her biting her lower lip.

"I told you the other time: Smart guys are such a big turn on," the scorpion winked. "But I couldn't just go nuts over in the cafeteria, could I? Oh, and..." she interrupted herself by suddenly pulling my head forwards. In the split second I had to react, my eyes defied all proportions to widen to the size of saucers at the moment our lips touched.

I could feel every sense in my body screaming out at once as we kissed. Her eyes were closed, but I could feel the passion of her mouth wash me over the moment our faces met. Up so close, her scent was sweet and soothing, I briefly wondered what fragrance she was using. Even with as much strength the metamorph possessed, she was handling me with care, like some sort of porcelain ornament. Any other guy would have probably felt their manliness shrivel up and die at the realization a woman had to be careful not to break them during a simple kiss; but I felt protected, I felt safe. I felt like I could just let go and she would take care of all the rest. And she did.

Before I knew it, Stinger's tongue was pushing against my lips, demanding I open my mouth. In the brief moment of self-control I could manage, she lurched forwards with her tongue and hit mine down. The fight for dominance never happened; she simply took my tongue down and began to beat it down like a pro-wrestler strangles a 150lbs. weakling. It was heavenly. When I calmed down to enjoy the kiss, I then noticed just how normal the scorpion looked close up. Yes, the chitin exoskeleton was impressive, but her hands and fingers were proof she could be as delicate as she could be fierce. I didn't mind her armored legs or the fact her feet were talons instead; in fact, that only made her more exotic. And the tail patiently swishing behind her head, I had seen her smash so many robots to scrap or pierce them through as if they were hot butter with it that it was hard to believe my eyes when I saw her wagging it around as if she was some sort of happy dog. It was hypnotic, but nowhere nearly as entrancing as the pleasure of feeling her thoroughly devour my mouth in the hottest French kiss I'd ever experienced. My first one, no less.

She stopped, parting our mouth with a pop. There was a trail of saliva connecting our lips like a thin rope keeping us joined over the act of passion Stinger had started. I wasn't even disappointed it had ended; she still had me in her hands. The way she had kissed me had been surreal; I had gotten my first kiss with a super-heroine dangled upside down! I was hungry for more, but she wanted to say something. Stinger pulled my head next to her shoulder as she put her mouth next to my ear, "...call me Charlie."

I was thrilled. "Ch-Charlie, I..." she didn't let me finish. Her hands swiftly left my face and pulled me by the collar of my work shirt. I had half the mind to curse at my lack of personal hygiene, not even having taken a shower before coming in. Stinger didn't seem to mind as she quite literally tore my shirt off at the same time she swung me across the room. "Whoa!" I almost screamed, fearing an impact when only softness halted my airborne travelling. I was sitting, torso bared, on Charlie's bed. The scorpion bounced herself off the over wall and beautifully landed on her hands and feet. Her tail swishing hypnotically again, Charlie prowled in my direction like a predator carefully approaching its prey. I swallowed as she stood up in front of the bed, and then let my jaw drop at the spectacle I witnessed next.

The black material covering Charlie's body was made of a special kind of chitin whose purpose was to serve as a protective exoskeleton much like actual scorpions protect their bodies. The hardened bio-armor wasn't just a fashion statement, it was strategically grown over sensitive body parts for protection, but it also doubled as a revealing outfit. Silent but coy, she smiled at me and cooed as the chitin began to vanish, willed by her to disappear. Her pale yellowish skin that passed for human became the highlight of her form as black began to leave all but her legs, presumably of permanent shape. Her naked flanks gave me the best idea of her curvature, womanly proportions starting at the flare of her wide hips and ending at her generous bosom, but reflected on her small yet toned waist. The armor around her thighs vanished next, but her tail appeared from between her legs to cover the sight of her exposed groin. The chitin dissolved against her forearms and elbows; she sighed as she brought her arms back, I could hear more chitin dissolving, probably giving her back and shoulders some relief. It disappeared from her cheeks as well, where her fearsome jaws were usually hidden. Lastly, the chitin began to vanish from her chest at the same time she gingerly caught her breasts on her palms, blocking the view of her nipples from my starving eyes.

I gulped.

"Why, Gary. Am I turning you on?" she purred like a true she-devil, kneeling over her bed while I struggled to keep my raging erection from preemptively ejaculating. It didn't matter that she fought like a beast, that she dealt with monsters, that she was considered a monster by many; she was a freaking goddess. "Look at this thing over here, mmm..." she purred, leaning down on her chest, lifting her butt in the air as her tail descended upon the leg of my trousers and began tracing the stinger over my crotch. I must've been sweating bullets. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've seen one of these in the flesh?" she grinned.

I couldn't even tell her I was inexperienced. In fact, the second I opened my mouth a moan of pleasure left my throat. Charlie caught that as an invitation. Smirking, the black haired arachnid pulled herself over me and straddled my lap, still holding those deliciously large boobs in her groping hands. "Gary, were you maybe calling for these? You ogle them so much I nearly forget they're your favorite!" With the suddenness of being hit with a pillow by surprise during a pajama party, two grand orbs suddenly engulfed my face with softness I wasn't aware was physically possible. With her rugged body and combat experience, I expected everything about Charlie to be a ripped mass of muscle, if at least elegantly trimmed to her feminine build. Instead, the second she moved her hands away from her chest I was able to feel those sweet knockers trapping my head between them. Like ripe melons, they were and felt big and round. It was incredible to feel them squish against my cheeks, making whatever I said come out like some sort of muffled audio track. I could see past her enormous chest to see Charlie smiling softly at my confused gaze. "Come on, Gary. I want you to play with them!" she placed her hands upon mine, and before I knew it, she had helped them grab her. A moan escaped her lips once I became bold enough to grope. "Ohh, that's it! Give them some squeezes, you like them big, don'tcha...?"

I played with them joyfully, like a child with new toys. Only now I was a guy in his 30s making a talking scorpion with DD cups moan out every time I squeezed her soft bits. She rocked her hips against me, I could feel the segments of her tail sandwiched between our crotches caress my twitching bulge; I was moments from exploding simply from this little amount of teasing. She was hungry for me, I could sense it. I could feel her body warmth. She was hot, so very hot.

"Mmm, Gary!" she suddenly perked up and rubbed her butt against my crotch. I moaned out loud, feeling wetness against my boxers, my throbbing shaft already having made a mess of pre-seminal fluids against fabric. "You're so close to blowing... But don't waste it like that, I want it inside of me!" she called out, the tail between us sliding off before she stabbed the stinger against my pants and forcefully ripped them and my underwear off with such accuracy I didn't even have time to fear for my manhood.

We were both fully naked, sans my footwear, but neither of us paid much mind to that. We were both hot. She was moist. I could see between her legs, the glistening hairless pussy beckoning me like a bright light. Charlie looked down at my erection, a seven inch, musky phallus whose foreskin was no less wet. My balls were swollen, aching for release. I had the world's hardest boner at that moment, and she knew it. "You'll be my first since I changed, Gary... be gentle."

I didn't know if she was teasing me again or she was serious, but I called the former. She was straddling me, under her power, having me doing everything she wanted me to do. That's how I wanted it to be though. Charlie pushed my arms down and to the side so she could better position herself on my lap. My toes curled inside my tennis shoes in anticipation, my eyes delighted with the scorpion's bountiful chest jiggling with even the smallest of movements. I gasped, barely holding onto my load as Charlie lowered herself and pushed her genitals against mine. We both moaned as my member parted her nether lips, marking the loss of my virginity. I wondered if this also counted as deflowering the metamorph, after what she had told me earlier.

My concerns melted though when I felt her lower her hips, slowly watching my penis disappear into her juicy hotbox as everything became a blur of deviant lust and wanton. My hands seemed to take a life of their own as they flew back to her chest. Charlie arched back and moaned out, her knees falling against the bed as she fully penetrated herself. Meanwhile, I greedily pushed my fingers down against her soft mounds, relishing the weight of Charlie's mammaries against my hands as she seemed to savor the constriction of her pussy down on my shaft. I was enjoying it all the same.

Charlie sighed in bliss, her arms hanging limp against her sides, tail rigid like a pole behind her as her cunt drooled juice over my crotch. I felt her warm insides rub against my hard dick, and I was but moments away from coming. That's when she began lifting herself before she slammed my pelvis with her butt and thighs. "Ahhhh!" I yelped, unable to contain myself any longer. I came, spurting a generous load deep inside the scorpion's love canal. But she didn't stop humping, no sir. Even as I struggled to keep my hands on her tits, with the help of her own hands no less, Charlie began to ride me like a possessed animal. Her hips slammed against mine powerfully, forcing me to ride out my orgasm while she had a couple of her own impaled on my flesh.

There was no end to her beastly humping, and I just knew she had to be holding back; otherwise it was a miracle my pelvic bone hadn't been reduced to dust already. My semi-hard phallus was still serving its purpose as far as the horny metamorph was concerned. And I wasn't about to deny her, so I did my best not to pass out from the pleasure I was feeling.

Eventually, she let out a shriek of pleasure and slammed her palms on the bed, shaking it under us. Charlie had just hit her biggest orgasm so far and she had thoroughly released. Minutes went by as a silence consumed us, both panting out of sexual exhaustion. The female arachnid collapsed against me and I could soon feel her agitated breathing on par with my rising and falling chest. She was smiling. I was smiling. We were both satisfied, happy. I still couldn't believe it. I had just had sex with my Valentine's... "H-hey, Charlie...?" I finally raised my voice to speak. The scorpion was snuggling against me in a comfortable hug.

"Mmm." Was all she mumbled. I chuckled and was about to add a question about our plans for the day... when suddenly she lifted her head and grew a beard. "Turner!" she shouted out in a familiarly irritating yet decidedly not arousing and definitely NOT feminine voice, "I want your reports THIS MORNING, damnit!" My eyes widened, heart nearly rushing to a stop.

And just like that, everything poofed and vanished into the void. The room, Stinger, the boobs, everything. I lifted my head off my desk, drool dripping over the edge as Chief Samson's picture appeared on the visual intercom. "I'm not paying you to sleep, Turner! I've been calling for your reports for the last hour, I want them in my desk YESTERDAY!" he growled out, making my head ring. Zap, he disappeared from the display. I fumbled down on my chair and ruffled my hair back. Another hot dream, nothing more than that. I cursed at myself, looking at the time. I'd probably fallen asleep while trying to relax earlier. Now I had a hard on, and to face my boss with paperwork. Biggest load of crap I've had to deal with in a Valentine's so far.

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Once I had taken care of things back at my work station, I quickly went over to my room to rinse, learning from my mistake in my wet dream. Even if he didn't deserve such consideration, I wasn't keen on showing up smelly at Samson's.

But when I finally came out to take care of business, a sudden screeching alerted me. The halls glowed orange as the alarm rung out. Without giving it a second thought, I rushed to the briefing room where the team was gathered. Stinger, Shade, Queen and Galvanika were standing at the forefront, receiving orders. Captain Rogers was already there, giving everybody their commands as an on-screen picture revealed footage of a sci-fi channel claiming inexplicable disappearances had been happening in a big city, which the media was already blaming on metamorphs. The team was being organized for another mission. I silently cursed.

On any other day, I would've smiled about being able to support our metamorph team to find and expose the truth on slime ball stories; or actually help in locating metamorphs, but I could hardly believe this was happening on the day Charlie and I were going to have our Valentine's date! "Hey, Gary." She stopped me in the hallway as I was running to my station, "Sorry about the date, we'll have to postpone." She told me with a frown, though she appeared a bit bummed too. "Though I gotta admit, you're a ballsy nerd for asking ME out, remind me to buy you lunch next time, will you? I'll pay, and you can't say no!"

I could feel a bit of hope forming in my heart as my gut tightened into a knot. The way she hurriedly spoke told me she was trying to keep this as short as possible, but the fact she even took the time to try to cheer me up about our date was an indication of her honesty. "Sure, I'll remind you," I clearly said for a change. Charlie smiled and left, but then backtracked and leaned forwards, pecking my lips quickly. With a smile her chitin faceguard masked her face and she winked at me. Charlie waved good-bye she rushed out for her mission.

I was left standing there, my lips slightly pursed; if anybody had seen me, I didn't care I looked like an idiot. This time, it had been no dream. It hadn't been a date; much less the making of love, but it was something. I instantly began pondering to never let water or food touch my mouth again; I suddenly didn't care much about my ruined Valentine's. My day suddenly wasn't so bad. My ears ringing at Chief Samson's insistence through my earpiece seemed like birds tweeting. I felt butterflies in my stomach instead of the lack of morning donuts and coffee.

My name is Gary Turner, and I'm in love.

The End.