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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**New Era Part 9**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“There’s still quite a few that need to be sparked,” Sharon said as she fell in with the group of clones. “The other five Constructicons, Doc, McCoy, Petri and Stoner.” She counted them off on her fingers as she listed them.

“So that’s nine that need to be both broke in and sparked,” Jag noted. That was quite a few. But they needed to get it done with, before they possibly found more on their next supply run.

“Well, we have thirteen sparked clones in our Unit now. Perhaps if we complete the task as a Unit, it would go faster?” Clipper offered.

Scream turned to them for a second. “Sounds like an idea. Have everyone meet in the medic area,” he ordered. He glanced at Jag as he turned back around. The look on his mate’s face plate told him that he was more than pleased to just get it over with in ‘bulk’. Scream sighed, his mate really hated the fact that it seemed as if Scream was the ONLY clone who could flame the precursors into sparks. In some ways, he also hated it. It was a lot of responsibility on his intakes. A lot… Maybe all Starscream clones had this talent? Maybe when they found more of them….

He shook those thoughts from his meta. They had far more pressing concerns right now. Like making sure their humans had proper food, water and shelter as they waited out the fall out. When life settled down, they could then figure out just WHY his spark was so different.

As a group they marched over to the medic area. The clones had used empty shipping crates in order to create temporary ‘walls’. This had made a separate area for the medics to work in. They had built several sturdy exam tables within the area and had organized their tools.

As the group wandered in, Spock looked around. His meta was still terribly bothered by the fact of the slight imperfections he could see on the Brawl/Prime and Vortex/Magnus hybrids. He was so bothered that it was beginning to drive him to glitches. And now he had the tools in order to properly fix them! “Sit down Charge, let me fix you,” he ordered as he patted one of the exam tables.

“What do ya mean ‘fix him’? He’s BEEN fixed!” a Dragstrip clone snorted as he heard Spock.

The Hook clone gave a disgusted sigh. “Whoever fixed him, did a shoddy job at it. So I need to fix it properly.” Why a Dragstrip clone was even concerned, he had no idea. Weren’t they just obnoxious racers?

TC grabbed Speed before he could smack the new clone. Glancing at the other two medic clones, he noticed their narrowed optics. “Well Spock, you just managed to insult every single medic we got.”

“Congratulations on pissing off your team,” Jester snickered. His grin got even bigger as he watched his mate cover Speed’s mouth. Though the muttered curses aimed at Spock were still somewhat audible.

“My ‘team’? He’s a Dragstrip clone. All THEY can do is race! Leave the repairs to those of us programmed for it,” Spock snorted.

Ok, this insult truly enraged Speed. Stomping hard on one of TC’s thrusters, he broke away from him. In a flash, he was upon Spock. “Ya freagin’ loser! Don’t ya DARE insult me!” he yelled as he pummeled the surprised Hook clone.

Before Spock could retaliate, they were dragged apart by the other clones. Scream stood between them, a smirk on his face as he considered his options. The rest of the clones filed in and joined them, along with a couple of the young women. All of them asking whispering to each other, wondering what was going on.

“Ok, well apparently you two are NOT going to get along enough to be part of the same medic team,” Scream stated. He held up his finger as both of them began to mutter why the OTHER one was the problem. Scream’s optics fell onto Petri. The scientist was working on improving various scan functions within the clones, and he was a jovial type in temperament. It might just work. “Ok, Spock, you’re going to work with Petri on the modifications. So you’re not a medic here, you’re a design engineer. Got it?”

Spock cocked his head with interest in his optics. He scanned the one designated as ‘Petri’. The clone was a Perceptor model. Highly intelligent, logical and mild-mannered… Yes, a scientist would appreciate a designer of his great talent. So the Hook clone nodded for Shado and Blue to release their grip on him. He went up to Petri, his hand held out. “I look forward to working with a clone of your caliber.”

“Shake his hand,” Ashley prodded him. She gave a big smile to the Constructicon clone as she did so.

Petri grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake. “The work I do is extremely technical and highly time consuming,” he warned.

“Perfect for one such as I,” Spock replied with a widening smile. He glanced at the young woman. “And this is?” he prodded the red clone.

“Oh,” Petri looked a tad confused. As if he’d forgotten the woman who had her arm around his waist armor. He gave an apologetic smile to her. “This is my girlfriend, Ashley,” he said.

The Hook clone gave the scientist a quizzical look even as he shook the woman’s hand. This life he was activated into was highly unusual. First he was accepted as a ‘son’ by a human, now he was meeting humans that had apparently taken clones at true mates. Yes, highly unusual…

“Well, you know why we called you here Petri. Might as well sit on the exam table,” Jag stated in his normal flat tone. He nodded for all the unsparked clones to sit on the exam tables. Without a word, they sat lined up side-by-side on the tables with their legs hanging over. Three of them to each table…

“Speed, show Spock how to check for the precursor,” Scream ordered.

“Fuckin’ loser,” the Dragstrip clone mumbled under his breath even as he moved to follow the order.

The Hook clone considered replying, but he could tell by the expressions on his leader’s face plate that he’d better not cause an issue again. So he clamped his mouth shut, though his optics flashed in annoyance at the obnoxious yellow clone’s every word.

“Well Screamer, they all got precursors ‘cept Stoner,” Speed reported. He glanced at the Beachcomber clone. “Why the frag he ain’t got one, couldn’t tell ya.”

Stoner’s expression became downcast. His big blue optics fell to the floor. He’d kept telling himself that eventually Sandy would warm up to him. He’d tried to do everything he’d seen the other clones doing to please her. But ever since that first kiss, she’d just seemed to avoid any physical contact with him. It wasn’t that she was mean to him or anything. She was just – cold to him. He didn’t know why. “I’m sorry dudes,” he said in a shame-filled tone.

Scream walked up to him, glancing at his exposed core to confirm Speed’s report. He patted the clone’s leg. “It’s not YOUR fault Stoner, so chill out,” he said as he curled his fingers around the blue clone’s hand. He felt the clone tremble. Looking up, he saw those big optics fill with mineral oil tears. Pulling the distraught clone against him, he gave him a big hug. But his optics drifted over to Sandy. He noted her shifted uncomfortably. “Tell us what you’ve done with him Sandy. Be straight with us,” he told her.

She looked down at her feet. Not wanting to admit in a crowd of clones that she just couldn’t treat him like a boyfriend or something. They’d hate her! But she just couldn’t! “Um, nothing. I’ve done nothing,” she stammered.

Ashley saw her old friend’s nervousness. Going to her, she surrounded her with an arm. “It’s ok Sandy, they won’t be mad. Tell them what you told me last week.”

Sandy began to sob. She fell into Ashley’s arms. “I can’t… They’ll hate me…. I’m sorry..” she mumbled.

“What did she tell you?” TC asked. He and many other clones had an optic ridge up, making their curiosity of the whole situation obvious.

Ashley sighed as she held her sobbing friend. They had to know. Sandy had to come clean. But it looked like it was up to her to tell them. “Um, she just can’t bring herself to be physically attracted to him. She tried.” She looked over at the distraught blue clone. His sobs got louder at her words. The harsh truth… “It’s not you Stoner.. It’s well, um…”

“What?” Shado prodded.

“I’m a lesbian,” Sandy sobbed. There, she’d actually admitted it to someone other than her best friend! Her family didn’t even know. She’d dated guys, true. But she’d realized that she just didn’t want them. Their touch even made her nauseated! She’d hoped that she could just use the clone like a dildo or something. But he was so masculine. He was just so – male.. That she had wanted to throw up after that first kiss.. But now her secret was out.. She glanced up timidly at the clones surrounding her, hoping they weren’t pissed.

Scream gave out a loud sigh and rolled his optics. “So you’re a dyke. Why didn’t you just tell us?” he asked.

“No one knew but me,” Ashley admitted. She helped Sandy wipe the tears off her face.

“Well, all your fuck buddies back at MIT were dykes – why can’t she do a clone? They did,” TC asked Scream.

Scream patted Stoner’s leg armor, nodding for him to wipe the mineral oil off his face. Leaving the clone, he strode up to Sandy and studied her. “Guess they could do me, because I’m more ‘feminem’ huh?” he stated more than asked. Putting fingers under the young woman’s jaw, he forced her to look up and meet his optics. “I’ve been with a lot of lesbians,” he said softly. His high-pitched voice sounding almost – female.

“That’s why his nickname is ‘whore dyke’,” Speed snickered.

The red Seeker chuckled. “Yep,” he agreed. But he stroked the young woman’s check. “You couldn’t feel close to him because he’s masculine, right?”

She nodded, sucking in another sob. It hurt to admit the truth. She felt so bad for what she’d done to Stoner. She hadn’t meant to.

Scream scanned her with his optics. “But do you think you could get close to a clone like me?” he asked. After all, they needed every human to mentor clones. So he had to find a way that she could. Whether it was any femme models they might come across, or Starscream models..

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted.

“You know what we’re fixing to do with these unsparked clones, right?” Scream asked. His voice becoming soft… Seductive… Out of the corner of his optics he noticed Jag’s expression. Jag knew what he was going to try to do…

Sandy nodded, “Teach them to accept clone-to-clone interface and then fire their sparks.”

“Would you be entirely against me teaching you to accept clone-to-human oral interface? This is what I used to do with my lesbian friends,” he explained. He traced the side of her face.

The girl gulped. True, he was very feminem. Like a gay guy would be. But could she handle the thought of a male’s glossa on her there?

Scream saw the indecision on her face. “You know, we are hermaphrodites don’t you? We are both male and female. We can act as both, or one sex or the other – depending on what our partners wish for us to be.”

This was such an awkward conversation for her. So awkward! Especially in such a public forum such as this! She’d been attracted to other girls, but hadn’t actually BEEN with any. She hadn’t known how to truly accept her own sexuality. “I… I..”

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?” Scream finished for her. His smile widened. He’d never ‘broke in’ a human virgin! But he remembered many conversations that Kim and her lesbo friends had had about when they’d lost it. How they’d lost it. And how awkward it was, depending on if they’d lost it with men or women, or both… “You’ve been fighting your own sexual tendencies, so haven’t done anything really with either.”

Sandy relaxed slightly as she nodded in reply. He seemed to know what was going on in her head. To KNOW how hard it was for a young gay person! “You really hung out with a bunch of lesbians?” she asked in amazement.

The red Seeker nodded. “They helped ME accept myself.” He glanced over at Jag, a silent acceptance passed between them. “Tell you what Sandy. I know it takes a heck of a lot longer for you humans to get comfortable enough to have sex with a partner. So we’ll just hang out together - Me, you and Jag. I’ll teach you how to accept a clone’s glossa, maybe even more eventually - Ok?”

She pushed a stray strand of red hair back from her face. Still tense about ‘doing it’ with him. But at least he was understanding, experienced and feminem. So she nodded. She’d try.. She’d really, really try.. But then she glanced over at the clone she was supposed to mentor. The clone she was supposed to have given a precursor to. His big optics were filled with sadness.. With rejection… His chassis trembled in silent sobs.. Petri and Doc sitting on either side of him, had their arms around him, trying to comfort him. Biting her lip, Sandy walked up to him and set her hand on his thigh armor. The first time she’d really even touched him. But now it was out in the open. “It wasn’t you Stoner. You’re a wonderful clone. I’m… I’m the one that has the issue, not you,” she said softly.

He met her eyes. His optics pleading for her to want him.. Love him.. “I just wanted you to like me… Like me Sandy, please?” he sobbed.

“I can’t,” she admitted.

His sobbing renewed. He was worthless.. His human couldn’t like him.. But then he felt his chin forced up by a human hand. Felt himself pulled into a human’s arms..

“Do you like him Petri?” Ashley’s voice asked..

“Yes, he’s highly educated in his field of expertise. And his personality profile…” the clone’s voice started to say next to him.

“Just answer me, do you like him?” Ashley’s voice demanded to know.

“Yes.”

Stoner felt her hands rubbing his back armor. It felt so wonderful! A human was holding him! He’d watched all the other clones being hugged and patted – and had never gotten the same. All he wanted was for one of the humans to show interest in him… That’s all he’d wanted…

“Well I like him too. Sandy, give him to me,” the brunette demanded.

The Beachcomber clone pulled back slightly. His blue optics searching the young woman’s… Did she really want him?!? “You… You like me?” he asked.

Ashley smiled. “Yes, I do. You’re smart, laid-back and fun to be around. I’ve liked you since you activated your optics that first time. Do you want to be mine? But you’ll have to share me with Petri.” She rubbed his hip armor as she spoke.

Stoner looked at the red clone sitting next to him. “You like me too, dude? Really?”

Petri smiled and nodded. The more he thought about it, the more suitable he found the Beachcomber clone. Yes, he could see himself spark mated to the easy-going geologist.

“So Sandy, can I have him?” Ashley asked her friend.

“I’m sorry Stoner, I should’ve told you my problem from the get-go,” Sandy said to him. “Will you forgive me?”

His half-baked smile came back on his lips. He WAS wanted by a human! Just not HIS human… But he could forgive her. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied.

“So do you want me to give you to my friend? At least she’s INTO guys,” Sandy asked.

He smiled happily as he nodded. His arms going around the brunette standing between his legs… It was true that clones weren’t supposed to ask their masters to give them to others… But he’d been taught by the mentor clones that he was sentient. That he would have his own free will when he was sparked. Granted, he wasn’t sparked – but he knew what he wanted. He wanted the human who wanted him!

“He’s yours Ashley,” Sandy said. She hugged her friend. “Give him what I couldn’t, ok?”

Ashley nodded to her old friend. Then she leaned forward, taking her new clone’s lips in a tender deep kiss. She felt his chassis begin to vibrate slightly. Knew from her time with Petri, that it was Stoner’s pleasure programs responding to her attentions… For a long moment they kissed, and when she pulled her lips from his, she looked deep into his optics. “I love you Stoner. And one day, you and Petri will help me raise our kids,” she whispered.

“Our kids?” Stoner stammered in disbelief.

Petri patted him on his back armor. “Yes, any baby she’ll have – we’ll consider ours.”

“We’ll be family until the day I die,” Ashley promised him.

He bit his lip. Happiness washing over him like a wave.. He wasn’t just liked – he was loved! His optics flashed once. But the clone didn’t even realize it. He was too busy imagining playing with his future human children..

“Well, that solves our problem of a clone without a precursor,” Jag noted. He nodded to the other fully sparked clones. It was time to get to work, now that Stoner was ready.

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Sandy and Ashley sat down, leaning back against the crate ‘wall’. Scream had decided that it’d be good for the young women to see how it was all done. After all, they’d be living with clones for the rest of their lives.. So might as well.

He nodded at the sparked clones to choose an unsparked clone ‘partner’. He, Jag, Spock and Charge did not choose partners. They were the ‘extra’ clones. Spock’s job was to learn from the experience, Charge’s job was to supervise. Scream and Jag? Well, as always, they would spark bond with each other when the time was right. And hopefully be able to flame nine new sparks at once!

“You know what, we need some music,” Ashley chuckled. She watched as the sparked clones began to caress the willing – yet unwilling – unsparked clones.

Sandy nodded. She pulled out her ipod and clicked it to loudspeaker. The sensual music of Alicia Keys filled the walled-off area. It felt odd to be sitting there watching an orgy of clone interface, but the clones wanted her to be there.. Wanted her to understand… She jumped as she felt fingers touch the top of her head. “Um, I’ll turn it off if you want me to,” she stammered as she looked up at Scream.

“Naw, hand it to Ashley. And, well, would you like to dance for a bit?” he asked.

With a shaky hand, Sandy handed the ipod to her friend. She grasped Scream’s hand. The strong clone pulling her up with an ease that astounded her… A slow song began to play. The moans of the clones involved in the ‘break-in’ orgy, seemed to flow with the beat. Scream pulled her tight to his armor, his chassis moving smoothly with the beat. Hesitantly, she put her arms around him. Touching a clone truly for the very first time..

“Shhhh, don’t be afraid. Remember, I prefer to be thought of as a chic,” he whispered in her ear as he bent down. He nuzzled her neck. “And I’ll never activate my cable around you, ok? Well, unless you force me to,” he added.

Sandy couldn’t help it. That last statement just hit her funny bone. Her body trembled in silent giggles. “I never thought I’d ever hear a guy promise THAT one,” she whispered in between her giggles.

“I am a chic too, remember?” he replied with a grin.

The red-head patted his armored back. His personality and straightforwardness about everything, made her able to trust him. Made her feel like she could tease him, just like she teased Ashley… “Ya right, prove it. Where’s your dildo?” she snickered. Every self-respecting young woman had one, didn’t they?

She heard the slight whine of servos. He pulled away from her, his cockpit opening. “Reach in girlfriend,” he told her.

“You’re joking right? This is some form of sexual act for you isn’t it?” Sandy sputtered. She eyeballed the opened cockpit suspiciously. True, she had promised to TRY to let him teach her to accept a clone in her bed. But he’d promised to take his time!

“Nope, it’s my storage compartment. Reach in,” Scream said with a grin. His optics scanned the other clones in the room, noting that most of them were liplocked now. The unsparked clones pressing against the sparked ones, attracted to their energy fields. Charge was walking back and forth with Jag, telling the younger sparked clones to take their time.

With a disbelieving snort, Sandy reached inside his cockpit and fished around. She began to pull out one after another dildo. Some vibrating, some not… “Shit! And here I thought that I had a hell of a collection back home,” she mumbled in disbelief.

“Need to borrow one?” he asked with a slag-eating grin on his face plate. “The red one that vibrates is the bomb!” he whispered with mischief in his red optics.

Now, totally convinced that the clone really DID prefer to be a chic, Sandy completely relaxed around him. She stuffed the dildos back in his cockpit. “I’ll get one from you tonight, deal? Uh, girlfriend,” she whispered. She smiled at him. For the first time in her life she felt relaxed talking to someone who was ‘interested’ in her in that manner. Simply because he understood exactly where she was coming from… A sense of freedom filled her. She had come out of the closet – and had been fully accepted by those around her!

Scream giggled as he shut his cockpit. “Just bring it back.” He leaned forward, his fingers light on her hair. “You’ve got pretty hair,” he complimented. He made his voice a little higher, trying to be even more feminem since that’s what she was attracted too.

Sandy smiled. This clone was a smooth one. “Thanks, and…” She ran her fingers along the armor next to his cockpit. The metal felt warm, living; a pulse seemed to beat within him. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a beautiful clone?” she said as she smiled up at him. The moans all around her were beginning to turn her on. It was like when she used to lock herself in her room and turn on a porno. But the porno was going on all around her. Her eyes wandered from Scream, roving over the nine couples around her. Many of the sparked clones were now either giving their partners blowjobs, or eating their ports out.

The red Seeker gave her his most seductive smile. His fingers drifted along her cheek. Bending down, he gave her a light kiss on her lips. “Not as beautiful as you,” he purred.

Electricity seemed to arch through her as his lips brushed hers. He was so feminem, so experienced, so sexy… She felt her panties begin to get wet… Her nipples harden… She wanted his touch.. Wanted him to teach her how to be with another woman.. A female clone.. Boldly, she wrapped her arms around his intakes. Forcing him to bend down.. Meeting the soft metal skin of his lips, she pressed hers tightly to them.. His lips parted, allowing her to enter. The sweet metallic taste of him, so different from the few men she had kissed. But she didn’t feel the normal nausea. Her body trembled as her tongue dove in. Fumbling with his in the excitement of a first true kiss…

She gasped as she pulled away. Her vocalization drowned out in the moans, grunts and low screams of pleasure all around them. She searched his optics. Would he laugh at her feeble attempt at a deep kiss? Would he make fun of her for being a 23 year old virgin?

“Mmmmm, that was pretty good for your first try. Let’s practice some more. Just copy me,” he whispered with a smile. Gently, he took her lips again. The clone teaching the human…

She sank into his kiss. Trying to slow down her eager tongue… Trying to copy him.. She felt his hands explore her back.. Squeeze her ass.. Pressing her tighter against him.. So she did the same. A clone was so different from a human! His graceful wings, so warm, so living… She let her fingers explore their surface.. Explore the seams where they connected to his fuselage.. The smooth rounded backs of his intakes.. She felt him shiver slightly as she slipped her fingers inside them.

They sank to the concrete floor. The orgy around them, seemed to engulf them. Sandy felt the tingle of anticipation as he balanced himself on his elbow armor above her. His chassis just lightly touching her… He bent his head down, taking her lips again as he lightly ground his pelvic armor against her. Her hands roved over his armor, as she spread her legs. Wrapping them around his hips, she bucked against him. His armor rubbing her just right, even through her pants..

She gasped as he pulled his lips from her. His pelvic armor grinding a little harder against her… “Perfect spot hmmm?” he whispered. He leaned down on her a bit more, his lips caressing her neck. “Go ahead. Rub against me.. Make yourself cum,” he said so softly that no one could hear him above the sounds of the orgy around them.

Sandy moved her hips faster. That wonderful sensation of her clit rubbing just so.. Of having a clone that seemed to know just how she felt.. Biting his intake, she spasmed as she came… Her panties becoming wet with her own juices… He moved down as she relaxed. Touching and kissing her small breasts through her t-shirt.

“Scream, it’s almost time,” Jag’s voice interrupted.

Scream looked up at his mate. “I was just starting to have some serious fun you know,” he pouted slightly. But he grinned at Sandy as an idea rolled through his meta. “You mind if I keep teasing you through your clothes, while Jag fucks me?” he asked with a wink.

It was such a strange request that Sandy was speechless for a moment. But he wasn’t asking to do anything more than tease her. Wasn’t asking to even go under her clothes… And she knew she could handle his touch.. Enjoy his touch.. And if she was going to ‘date’ a clone with a spark mate, she might as well get used to seeing him ‘fucked’ by his ‘man’. Maybe it’d make him seem even MORE female to her. “Ya, I guess so. But Jag?”

Jag kneeled down, rubbing his mate’s wing. “Yes?” he politely asked. He still didn’t like sharing Scream with anyone, clone or human. But the girl did have to learn to accept clones. They needed her to help spark new ones. So he’d accept it. He just hoped that he himself was too ‘masculine’ for her tastes. He’d do her if he had to, but he really didn’t want to.

“Nothing personal. But don’t touch me, ok?” she said with an apologetic smile.

An almost relieved smile crossed his features. “Don’t take it personal, but I never wanted to,” he admitted.

Sandy relaxed again, now that everything was out in the open between them. Scream slid down her until his face plate was at the crotch of her pants. Kissing the insides of her spread thighs, he arched his rump into the air. The young woman trembled with desire as she watched Jag lick Scream’s now-opened ports for a bit. The Seeker moaning even as he teased her. Then the Prowl clone activated his cable, and stroked it a bit, spreading Scream’s own lubricant along its length. It was just so sensual for the young woman to watch.. To feel like she was a part of it, without the fear of being part of it…

His blue optics met Sandy’s green eyes. The young woman fumbling with her own pant’s buttons… She gasped with Scream as Jag sank his shaft deep into Scream’s forward port. Sandy pulled her pants down to her knees, Scream helping her. He moaned as Jag began to pump his fingers in-and-out of his aft while that wonderful cable sent flames of pure delight through his forward port sensors. But then his optics were drawn to the young woman’s fingers…

They slid in and out of her wet pussy. Sandy’s eyes locked on Jag as he interfaced with him. Scream’s mouth watered. He kissed her now-bare skin. Slowly working his way up her thighs with his mouth… His glossa itching to help her fingers… To taste what no other being had tasted… He felt her tense slightly.. Stopping his progression, he glanced up at her, his hands kneading her hips as Jag drilled his ports. “Please Sandy… I won’t do more than use my… Mmmmmm… glossa… Mmmmm… Jag… Deeper…” he moaned and pleaded at the same time.

Jag leaned forward a bit, nipping at the back of one of Scream’s intakes. “That’s all the freager likes to do – lick pussy,” he told her. He gave an exacerbated sigh with an exaggerated roll of his optics. “That’s all he ever did with his lesbo fuck buddies. Lick them – while he used their dildos.” He thrust a little harder into Scream. But this time he bit the moaning Seeker hard. “But now you’ve got a real cable drilling you. Like it?” he asked with another couple of hard thrusts. His voice becoming low, dominant and so very very male… He was like an Alpha wolf. Taking charge of them both.. His pack mates.. His bitches..

Sandy sensed the change in the clone. Her eyes widened in surprise that the quiet, calm and practical Prowl clone could change into such a dominating force! But it was so erotic.. So erotic to have him totally dominating the red Seeker who now kissed the sensitive skin of her thigh. The Seeker so feminem, so submissive, so – female..

Scream gasped as he spread his legs a little further apart. “Ngggsssttt… Yeeeesss Jag! Mmmmm, right theeeerrrreee,” he mewed as he trembled. His intakes sucking air in great fluxes as his systems heated up. He kissed the inside of Sandy’s thigh, so close to what her fingers were doing.. So close… “Please Sandy… I promise…”

Sandy’s eyes locked with Jag’s. The fear showing brightly in them… The police clone nodded. His calm optics telling her to trust his mate… Telling her that he would willingly share.. She spread her legs a little further apart.. Goose bumps of anticipation crawling up her skin as Scream moved closer. She didn’t stop him as his glossa joined her fingers.. Her moans and trembling body telling him her needs.. Her fingers moved away.. Moved to his helm.. Forcing his face plate against her wetness as he tasted her..

He timed his invasions of his glossa to Jag’s thrusts inside his forward port. His moans now joined by hers. Jag’s grunts and growls just adding to it… Scream was in heaven! His glossa working a pussy as his love pumped him from behind! Why hadn’t they thought of doing this before?!? He felt Jag lean forward, grabbing his wings in an almost painful grasp as he began a furious pace. The moans and screams around them quickly reaching a crescendo. The time nearing when Jag would pull out and drive hard into his ready aft port..

Scream was nearing overload when his face was coating with fluid. He covered her pulsing opening with his mouth, drinking up her fluid as she came again. In a smooth motion, Jag pulled out of his forward port. The shaft of fiery bliss knifing into his aft port…. Their sparks combined a burst of energy as Jag’s cable tip connected with Scream’s internal connection. Their joint scream of ecstasy joined those of the overloading clones all around. Streaks of electricity seemed to flow from the pair. Arcing and dancing along the chassis of each and every unsparked clone around them.

The two young women gasped in total awe as the walled-off ‘room’ plummeted into total silence as all but the two observing clones shut down. For a confused second or two, Sandy laid there with her pants still down to her knees. Scream and Jag having completely collapsed together on the floor. Gathering her senses, she pulled her pants back up and staggered to her feet.

“Clones have good tongues, don’t they?” Ashley asked her with a knowing wink.

Sandy blushed, a bit embarrassed. But this was her best friend. The only one she’d trusted enough to confide in that she was gay. “Ya, um, now I know why you like Petri so much,” she stammered.

Ashley came up to her and surrounded her with her arms. “Let Scream teach you. It’s better when an experienced being is your first. One day we’ll find another Starscream clone, or maybe one of those femme models. Then you can mentor one again.”

The red-headed nodded. “I’m so sorry about what I did to Stoner. I didn’t mean to. I mean, I really did TRY to find him attractive.”

Ashley gave her a squeeze. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Petri had already brought up his concern that he’d have a spark bonding urge. He was afraid I’d get jealous. But now we have a clone for him that both of us like. So Stoner’s perfect.. Just perfect..”

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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)