"Remember the first time we meet and you offered me your...weird cum filled sack?" Centipede looked at you, happy in your embrace under the pile of blankets. You had planned a movie night fingers trailing gentle patterns across his scaled tail and legs. Your question threw him off "my sperm sack? What about it?" He cooed and rubbed his head against your neck.

A pause "..I want one, I want one of your sperm sacks" you sounded too determined for it be a joke, greedy even as he asked confused "my love..are you..sure? Y-you know what happened last time I offered you one! All my precious potent seed was-" you stopped him squeezing one of his legs with a pouth and the sound of a whimper "i want one!! You said if I ask if shall get.."

He stared, you really..his eyes widen double, deep pools of black as he started to tremble and shake excitedly "o-oh yes my dear whatever you want! I-i get on it right the next day!" And on it he went- he hadn't left the bathroom for the next three hours spending load after load just to make the most perfect clutch of larvae batter he could make! It was late when you huffed- how long did it take him to turn his sperm into a pack??? You whined and sighted so loud so he could hear it.

Centipede busted trough the door immediately crawling to you and presented you the most perfect, round shape of a Spermatophore, he made sure it had enough nutrients and proteins for a cute little human like you! He obviously studied what you need. Upon seeing the slight foggy and sticky clump neatly put on a silk towel you had bought for him you couldn't help but be in near awe at how thoughtful he was... "centi.." the realization that this was actually quite useless ,since you can't insert it into yourself...well you could but your body has a higher prozent of rejecting it, made you now slightly guilty. Centipede knew though "you wanted one.. you don't need to use it how its meant when you aren't ready yet" his Antennas tapped against eachother, each pair of legs shifting as you took the silk.

"My dear... your form... It is simply tantalizing~"

You blink for a second. His purring. His robotic bug body vibrating as it caresses up to you.

It seemed his own transformation wasn't the only thing he was excited about.

His front short forelegs rub against each other as he leans against you, making a sound almost like a robotic cricket or chirping. You could of sworn you heard that same sound from insects during... that particular time of year.

You'd find him brushing up against your wings, grooming them with his limbs, getting unwanted sugar specks and dusting off your new wings. You didn't even ask him to. Like it was instinct of him to do so. Whatever it was, it sent electrifying shivers up your exoskeleton.

It wasn't the only part of you, or him, that would get a reaction. You learned quite quickly the dual cerci behind you was very sensitive to the touch. The moment he brushed up his cheek against them affectionately, your body gave an involuntary purr. Unfortunately for you, that only heighten your appeal for him.

Cybugs didn't need each other to multiply. One was enough to produce. That certainly didn't stop him. You felt his cerci trying to wrap against yours, sending those shivers throughout your code. His body trying to crawl up against yours, his multiple extra limbs crawling on top of your body as if to hold you down. His talons supported up his large body, one on either side of you until one of them trails a sharp, hard-candy claw under your belly.

Your shiver only made him laugh gutturally in excitement.

You just looked so tantalizing. So captivating in your new powerful form that matched his own. Before you could even realize it, you felt something prod you between your cerci, nudging them apart slowly and gently. You feel a slimy, warm syrup-like substance pool around below where you two would meet, teasing the entrance open. The cybug instincts in your body sense the sweetening pheromones expelling from the air, from you and him.

You felt like you needed it.

You let out a sound as it thrusted in, prompting a guttural moan to escape him. You can feel his front legs on top of your carapace gripping and re-gripping against you, keeping you in place as he moves. His talons claw the ground beside your head, a ticklish "Hoo-hoo...!" cresting into a moan, getting heavier and urgent.

You felt yourself pinned against the ground, hot breaths panting out between the sharp teeth of your mouth. And that voice, that instinct in your mind at your core repeating the same, urgent, needy programmed words.

Multiply, multiply, multiply!

The legs grip at your body as you feel the deep deposit of code in you, feeling your core stuffed and filled to the brim. Your body shivers feeling the extra pumps empty themselves in you. You just felt it.

A nice decent batch. But they would grow fast.