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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 12**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Sandy leaned against Scream as she watched the couples and groups dancing in the center of the gathering area. The recent mission had brought back some wine, laptops and stereo speakers. The latter of which, Wheeljack had rigged up together along with her donated ipod. Now music filled the hangar in celebration of Torie’s seventeenth birthday, and all the adults were getting fairly buzzed. Life felt almost ‘normal’ for once. As long as you ignored the fact that deadly ash fall continued to build up outside the thick metal walls; that rain was now acid; and the sun would now be a dull red when it finally peaked its head through the ash laden atmosphere.

Feeling a light touch on her right hand, the young woman smiled at the pink femme clone next to her. CC was one of two sparked femme clones they had come across in the refurbish shipment. There had been little physical damage for the medics to repair. Mostly just superficial scrapes and dings… What had caused their owner to send them back for reprogramming was behavior issues they’d developed. Developed because of just what they had been used for. They had been owned by a brothel in Nevada. But unlike human women who chose that line of work. The clone femmes hadn’t wanted to. So every time they were used by a client – it was rape to them. So of course they’d developed issues because of what they perceived as abuse. What else could their owner have expected? But like so many humans, the owner had just considered the femmes as unfeeling machines. Simply sending them back to get the ‘behavioral glitches’ fixed by wiping their metas clean. Then they’d return and continue performing the job they’d been purchased to do.

When the diagnostics had been ran on them and the minor surface repairs completed. The medic clones had quickly realized what the femmes’ common issue was. A full meeting of all the clones and humans had then occurred in order to decide what should be done with them. The femmes had been allowed to have their say as well. They’d both preferred to be ‘adopted’ by the one human that would not only find them physically attractive – but they weren’t afraid of. And that had been Sandy.

The femmes couldn’t handle the touch of a man right now, and frankly the most of the mech clones kind’ve scared them too. So they sat huddled together on the mats. Their ‘human’ next to them, with the one mech clone who actually didn’t frighten them terribly. Because of his slightly feminem nature and his lack of interest in them, Scream was the one mech clone they seemed to tentatively trust. This was fortunate, since he was their leader now.

CC gave Sandy a timid smile. Her fingers hesitantly curled around the young woman’s. This was the first time she’d sought out human contact since being freed from the crate. And it both frightened and excited the abused femme. Would Sandy pull her hand away? Reject her touch? But the woman just turned her head and smiled at her, encouraging her touch. The Arcee clone sighed happily as she leaned back into the arms of Star. The Firestar clone squeezing her waist.

“We’ve finally found the perfect human,” Star whispered to CC. She looked over her sister at the young red-head lounging in the clone leader’s lap. Hope was bright in the Arcee clone’s optics. Even with the devastation slamming the entire globe – she was in heaven. Free from the daily rapes that had been her life until now. Free from the emotional turmoil of being continually used, and tossed aside. Just maybe this human would give her and CC the emotional connection they’d so desperately searched for?

“Yes, she’ll leave us be. Won’t force us to interface with clients,” CC agreed. It had been her idea to ask the one lesbian human to adopt them. She’d realized that such a human would understand the former prostitute femmes’ aversion to males. Wouldn’t force them to ever interface with males against their will! Sandy was truly the perfect human sister for them..

Sandy didn’t hear their whispered words. The music was far too loud. She rubbed CC’s trembling fingers even as she pulled the thick blankets further over her. The temperature was down in the forties now. The volcanic winter truly taking hold now.. She felt Scream revve his engines a lit more, generating more heat. Looking up at him, she gave him an appreciative smile. The sweat suit she wore was fairly thick cotton, but it wasn’t really meant for this temperature. Although it WAS better than the shorts she’d been wearing when the eruption had happened! Thank god the clones had found that shipment of NFL merchandise!

Scream leaned his wings back against the stacked crates behind the mats. His fingers kneading the young woman’s shoulders under the thick blankets… He smiled at the quiet clone sitting next to him and mouthed the word ‘later?’ with a wink.

The Prowl clone rolled his optics slightly. His expression telling Scream that he was, as always, willing to interface… But the ever practical Jag still couldn’t believe how OFTEN Scream sought it! Weren’t there other things that Scream could use all that energy for?!? But he was his mate, and at least Scream always wanted him. So he guessed that he should feel somewhat complimented…

Sandy relaxed under his hands, drifting off to that wonderful place she’d finally learned to accept and enjoy. She’d been ‘dating’ Scream for over a week now. Every night, she and he had ‘played’ with his dildos and vibrators while Jag interfaced with him. Now Scream’s touch was so familiar to her, she was beginning to want more. She wanted to feel HIM inside her. Not his glossa or his fingers or his dildos. She wanted HIM. She wanted him to be her first ‘male’, and maybe even her last ‘male’. Just so she could say that she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Glancing at the two abused femmes sitting next to her, Sandy knew that her stay in Scream’s tent was over. Now that she’d accepted her sexuality, she’d taken on the responsibility of these femmes. A new tent had been pitched. A tent for her and her ‘sisters’…. They were beautiful clones. Clones that she could see herself eventually being with… But she knew that would take time. The femmes were mentally damaged from being owned by a brothel. So Sandy would have to be patient with them. Treat them as merely close friends and wait for each of them to seek attention from her.

So basically, after this little celebrational gathering, she wouldn’t be ‘dating’ Scream any longer. She glanced around the low lit party. The clones had dropped the lights, to make it more ‘romantic’. And here and there on the mats, different pairs of clones and human/clone couples were kissing and touching. As she glanced at each couple, her eyes spotted TC’s familiar blue-fringed wings sticking up. His face plate had a dreamy look on it, and his wings were trembling a bit. The heavy blankets covered the rest of him, but if you watched carefully, you could see movement beneath them. Obviously, Sharon was getting a little ‘busy’ with his cable. After the amount of wine she’d consumed, it was no wonder that the older woman had finally ‘loosen up’ around the young women she now treated as daughter. Sandy couldn’t help but smile a bit. Her mom would’ve liked Sharon. Would’ve liked that the older woman was taking it upon herself to watch over her and the others….

Privacy wasn’t as big of an issue anymore; between the close quarters they’d lived in for weeks now and the wine, everything was pretty much out in the open. Many of the humans, who weren’t busy dancing, were getting busy with one of their clones. The thick blankets being used to at least impart some type of ‘decency’ by masking their activities from direct viewing. Unlike what the clone pairings were doing out in the open…

Sandy turned her torso enough to brush her lips against Scream’s. Her fingers leaving CC’s as she did so. Need filled her. Need to feel for once what it was like to be with a male. “Scream.. I want to…” she whispered into his audio. Her hands slipping down as she whispered. Teasing the edges of his frontal panel.. Predictably, the rather amorous clone’s engines revved to a higher level.

“Want to what?” he whispered. But the deep red depths of his fiery orbs seemed to look straight into her very mind. Seeing her lust.. Her want.. He glanced at Jag.. Tossing the edge of the blanket over his spark mate as well… His own digits beginning to caress the beautiful black armor of his mate’s codpiece… His audios longing to hear the moans of them both as he satisfied them…

“I want to lose it… To you..” she whispered. She kissed the thin metal skin of his neck. Her fingers becoming more insistent upon the smooth warmth of his armor… She ground her ass against him..

His optics brightened with desire.. Her hands coaxing him.. With a click, the panel slid open. Human fingers reaching inside, pulling him gently.. His cable unrolled, just as Jag activated his. Scream’s fingers curling around the Prowl clone’s thickening shaft. Pumping him ever so slightly..

Jag’s optics dimmed as he threw back his helm and bit his lip to stemmy his moans. He tugged on the thick blanket covering the three of them. Wanting to slide further beneath it.. Even with a multitude of other pairings coupling around him, he sought a semblance of privacy. This most intimate of moments to be just theirs to savor the membrance of…. He sank down under the temporary privacy that the blanket imbued.. His fingers gliding along Scream’s wing.. Digging into the seam between wing and fuselage… Stroking sensitive wires beneath..

“Dimensions?” Scream gasped to Sandy. His outflow seemingly a mist in the chilled air.. Circling about his thrown back helm as if a halo around an angel.. His one hand working Jag into a frenzy of quiet moans and gasps.. His other hand slipping under Sandy’s waistband.. Lower and lower. Caressing her fine curly hair before slipping between her warm folds of skin.. A shiver of anticipation coursed through him as his digits felt the ready wetness.. He slipped two fingers in.. Pressing against her nerve center as he rubbed.. He yelped slightly as her teeth sunk into his sensitive neck.

“You decide,” she whispered. After all, he was the expert at this.. A wave of pure bliss flowed through her as his masterful fingers invaded her.. She wanted him.. Wanted him inside her.. She felt his limp cable begin to swell. It pressed against her butt. Vibrating slightly… Just as Scream’s entire chassis seemed to be doing now.

He pulled her loose sweatpants down just slightly in the back.. Pushing his cable down between her cheeks, he felt the tip of it graze her wetness. “Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear. His fingers still pumped in-and-out of her depths. Keeping her ready..

“Yes… Yes.. Scream.. Yes!” she moaned. She arched up slightly. Driving her buttocks further up onto his lap…. Trying to position herself on that wonderful hard shaft that was so teasingly close.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he coated the tip of his spike with her organic lubricant. Directing the tip, he slowly slid into her warmth. The tight wetness surrounding him… Sensory bundles going wild.. He spasmed slightly as he fully pressed in, all the way to the base.. But then he stopped.. Letting her get used to the sensation of a clone attached shaft within her.. His fingers now on her nub, flicking it oh-so lightly..

Sandy gasped as the taunt shaft of pure delight filled her. In many ways it felt like the dildos she had used for so many years, but in other ways it felt so very different. There was no shocking coldness of lifeless rubber entering her warmth. Instead, the rubber cable felt like a hot living cock entering her. A slight vibration filled her. The vibration of the Seeker’s own systems entering her from within.. She arched her butt out a bit, grinding against him.. Gasping, she bit his neck to contain her scream of ecstasy as his fingers flicked her nub. Reaching back, she curled her fingers along his wing edges, gripping them so hard that her knuckles turned white.

He didn’t move then. Didn’t thrust in or out at all. Instead, he allowed her to relax. Relax as if she had a dildo in her and was enjoying clit stimulation. Oh, the clone was a master. Truly a master! Hearing a muffled moan, Sandy looked next to them. Meeting the half-lit optics of Jag, she knew that Scream was pleasuring him just as he was pleasuring her. Peeling one of her hands from Scream’s wing, the woman fumbled under the blankets. Finally finding the prize she’d been looking for.. Her fingers curled around Jag’s.. As she mouthed ‘thank you’ to him for sharing his mate..

For what seemed like eternity they stayed like this. The music washing over them, blending with their gasps and moans… The bodies of the dancers moving in a surreal dance of lust.. Of Passion.. Of life… Sandy relaxed against Scream. Enjoying the sensation of truly being filled with a living shaft as he teased her pussy with his digits… She moved her hand to Jag’s hip armor, her eyes begging for permission. Permission to help Scream please him..

Jag shifted a little, spreading his legs more. He moaned louder as he felt her fingers dance along his valve panels. With soft clicks, the panels slid to the side. Scream stroked Jag’s cable in strong steady strokes, fully aware of the woman’s hands joining his on his mate. Those brilliant blue optics met Sandy’s as her fingers touched his most intimate of regions. The strong quiet clone moaning as she rimmed his entrance. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as her fingers entered him. His engines roaring at seven thousand rpms as he curled his fingers in the thick blanket. The beautiful black and white chassis now trembling uncontrollably… With a final arch of his hips against them, his optics went dark in overload.

“See, you CAN touch a masculine clone,” Scream whispered in Sandy’s ear. He nibbled her lobe gently, still not moving his hips at all. The hand that had been stroking the Prowl clone’s cable now joined his other one on her body. “And you can make him overload too.”

Sandy turned her head and lifted her chin so that she could meet his optics. “I only did it because he’s got ports like you – and I owed him.” She slightly moved her hips, enjoying the sensation of a warm living cable within her. Similar, yet so different, from a dildo!

“Owed him for what?” the Seeker asked. A hand slid to her breast, sliding under her shirt and tickling her nipple.

“For sharing,” she replied. She moved a bit more, her fingers joining Scream’s light touch. She was nearing her climax… So near.. “Mmmmm, and I’m glad he did.”

Scream grinned. He’d been with enough human women to know the signs. “You suuuurrreee that you’re glad?” he whispered as he nipped her neck.

She trembled, moving her hips faster. The heat coming on.. The… The.. She relaxed as the familiar waves hit. Her entire body tingling in the afterglow… She’d done it.. She’d enjoyed having a living cable within her.. “Yes, I’m glad.”

Scream gave her a hug. Enjoying her body tight against his armor… He deflated his cable and retracted it back within him. “Good job?” he prodded. He did hope that he’d made her first time pretty good. After hearing all the horror stories from his lesbo friends back at MIT, he’d been a tad worried about his performance as Sandy’s ‘first man’.

The way he said it was just too cute. Sandy giggled a bit and gave him a kiss. “Wonderful! But Scream?”

He was beaming in pleasure now. His temperature going up a touch as a sense of satisfaction went through him. “What?”

“I thought YOU were supposed to cum too,” she whispered.

Scream shrugged. Reaching over, he patted his rebooting mate. “Oh don’t worry, I will.”

“Do you ever get enough?!?” Jag mumbled as his optics began to glow again. He looked up at his smugly confident mate, goosing him as he asked the question.

A mischievous smile crossed Scream’s face plate. “Not when I have to look at sexy police clones and beautiful young women all the time – while I’m being a ‘leader’,” he quipped. “You know how hard it is to control myself and be professional?”

This time both Jag and Sandy began to laugh. Scream was incorrigible…

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Clipper looked across the impromptu dance floor. Clicking his optics to the low light detection level, he made a quick scan of the various couplings that were going on underneath the heavy blankets. His optics settled on the new femme clones for a short time. Something inside the hybrid Vortex/Magnus clone compelled him to want to protect them. Protect them from what had happened to them. But he couldn't, for it had already occurred.. And now the pair were too traumatized to easily give their trust to masculine males. Mech, clone or human.

His optics drifted to the Seeker next to them. Who was obviously getting busy with the young woman in his lap, and most likely his mate who was hidden beneath the blankets on the other side of him. He sighed; at least the femmes had given the Starscream clone a measure of their limited trust. There were advantages to being a 'feminem' male it seemed. But maybe through Scream, the other males of the unit would earn the femmes' trust. Maybe...

Ripping his optics from that group, he glanced at his 'brothers' who were currently on the dance floor. Charge had been showing some interest in Doc as of late. And the pair had joined the other dancers in learning ‘the moves’ from Torie. The two seemed to show a lot of common traits. Both preferred peace and were team players. But the Optimus hybrid was most definitely a leader, while the First Aid clone was a follower. Perhaps it would turn out to be a very suitable relationship? Doc would never question Charge, and with the stress of leadership that would one day rest on the hybrid’s turrets – he might need that unwavering loyalty in his tent.

His other ‘brother’; Spock, had merged with his gestalt. Now the giant ‘clone’ was trying to coordinate his actions and copy Torie like the rest of them were. They had nicknamed the combiner ‘Constructor’, instead of the mech nickname of ‘Devastator’. And hoped he’d be a big asset to them in future years. But first he had to get some coordination going! Clipper chuckled as Beachcomber reached out and steadied the behemoth again. The Autobot being just slightly shorter than the combiner was; he had chosen to ‘dance’ with him.

Clipper studied the blue mech for a bit. Of all the mechs to be stuck with, he was glad it was the laid-back Autobot. He knew what the planet would be going through, and he truly seemed to care about the clones and their survival! And nothing seemed to bother Beachcomber. Not Rumble’s griping, or Constructor’s clumsy stomping on his pedes. He actually seemed very eager to see if the human idea of ‘practice makes perfect’ would modify the fragmented personality issues that were apparently very common with Decepticon combiners. So the poor mech had been taking ‘dancing lessons’ along with Constructor for the last couple of days now.

Speaking of Rumble, where was the small mech? He’d been dancing with the others earlier, but Clipper had lost track of him. He scanned the ‘party’ with his optics, looking for the young Decepticon….

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Rumble pulled his favorite toys out of his subspace. Stretching out on the floor of the plane’s cargo hold, he smirked as he heard Beachcomber’s grunt of pain again. It was muffled by the distance from the jet to the party, but still easily picked up. “Why the freager keeps dancin’ with that stupid combiner is beyond me! Hggg! You wouldn’t catch Rumble doin’ it!” he snickered.

Holding up each of the sex toys he’d pilfered from that pathetic fleshy a while back, he hummed and hawed as he tried to figure out which one he felt like. He needed a little ‘stress relief’ and since that prick of a Seeker still hadn’t decided on whom to assign to Rumble – he was on his own. But heck, clones weren’t really the best interfacers anyways. So he didn’t need them – did he? At least that’s what he kept telling himself…

He picked the big purple one that vibrated. Spreading his legs a bit, he teased himself with the tip of it for a while before slowly sliding it in. Turning up the vibration to medium, he enjoyed the incredible tingling sensation that washed over his valve grids. “Mmmmmm, that fleshy was a bitch. But she had some, Mmmmmm, darned good toys!” he snickered. Clamping his legs together, he locked the vibrator in place. Fully relaxing, he stretched up his hands and put them behind his helm. He felt like doing this for a while. Letting the toy stimulate his grids while he day dreamed about the good ‘ol days back with Frenzy. His optics dimmed as he retreated into his memory banks for a while. “Mmmm, Frenzy.. Yaaaaa.”

The clone silently edged around the stacked up shipping crates. His audios had caught every word that the mech uttered. As Rumble pulled the toys out of subspace, the observer’s optics widened in surprise... How had the mech pulled items out of mid-air? Where had they come from? And why was he hiding in here while he self-interfaced? All he needed to do was to confront Scream directly and demand to be allowed to date clones. All Scream wanted was for Rumble to actually ADMIT that he was lonely, simple as that. But Rumble was just as stubborn as Scream, so it wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.

As the mech deactivated his optics and began his internal fantasizing about his twin, the clone felt a wave of compassion come over him. The poor con was lonely.. Unable to truly understand how to fit in with the clones.. That was all.. But how could he change this situation? Rumble tended to be a little to rough-cut for most of the clones tastes. So even if the young Decepticon openly admitted his needs to Scream, it’d be hard for him to get one of the clones to be interested in him. Well, one of the more sane ones that is! If he went for one that was submissive, then he’d probably have a tendency to abuse them. If he went with another thug like Spinner, then they’d be forever kicking each other’s tail pipes.

No, Rumble needed to be paired with a calm-yet-dominant clone. A clone that could understand him, control him, and yet still make him reasonably ‘happy’. But for Rumble to accept a clone like that, he’d have to be dominated by the clone first. It seemed to be the way of the Deceptions. The observer contemplated on these facts. As he continued to listen to the lonely mech as he self-interfaced and moaned his twin’s name – the clone made his decision.

“Mmmmmm, yaaaaa, Frenzy.. Right there – mffffttt!” Rumble’s fantasies were rudely interrupted as a weight suddenly hit him. He activated his optics in surprise, just as he tried to swing at the assailant. But his arms were locked down above his helm by a strong hand. “What in the frag?!?” He yelped as his optics were met by the brilliant blue ones of the clone who now held him down.

“You look lonely Rumble. Need some help?” Clipper asked. He forced one of his legs in between Rumble’s. Pressing his thigh armor against the vibrator that tried to slip out, he forced it back deeply within the shocked mech.

Rumble struggled to free his arms, but the Vortex/Magnus clone had them locked down tight. “What the frag do ya think ya’re doin’?! Ya piece of slag!” he growled. “When I get free, Rumble’s goin’ to fuck ya up so bad, that rust bucket ya call a leader won’t even recognize ya!”

Clipper pressed down on the mech. Holding Rumble’s arms crossed under one hand, he reaching into his side storage unit with his other. Whipping a set of handcuffs out, he swiftly secured his ‘prize’. He hooked them to one of the strap hooks bolted into the fuselage of the plane. “Isn’t that exactly what YOU need Rumble? To be fucked?” He cocked his head, giving the angry young mech an amused expression.

“Why ya oil eatin’ fleshy lovin’ cable suckin’… mmnnngggsttt!” Rumble’s last words were cut off by the press of lips against his. He still continued to try and cuss, but this just simply allowed the Magnus hybrid’s glossa entrance. But even as his mouth was raped by the clone, he fought against the handcuffs. His optics burning with indignant rage at the intrusion of this freager!

“Mmmgggggg! Fffreeeeggggggnnnnnn!” the young mech’s cries of outrage were still muffled by the violent kiss. He tasted his own energon as Clipper’s dental plates bruised the thin metal skin of them. But then his entire chassis tensed as he felt a hand going down his chassis… Wrapping around the end of the still vibrating dildo buried within his valve. The dildo began to move in-and-out in strong steady motions, causing his sensory stimulation to renew. He fought the sensation. The mere fact that it was caused by a clone that he didn’t invite – made the stubborn young mech try to deny.

Another hand slipped along his chest armor. Slipping between armor panels, stroking sensitive wires underneath… He couldn’t fight his sensory networks much longer.. Couldn’t fight the incredible sensations that were coursing through him.. He began to relax as trembles raced along his limbs. Arching up to meet every thrust of that wonderful purple dildo….

“I’ve been watching you Rumble,” Clipper whispered as he released the mech’s lips with agonizing slowness. He wanted the young con wrapped around his fingertips. So he was going to use every trick that the humans had loaded into him with those psychology programs! Trick number one: make the lonely person feel wanted…

“Mmmmm,” Rumble moaned. But then he caught those whispered words. And being a Decepticon, anytime someone was watching you – it meant trouble! “Why?!?” he said in a suspicious tone. He curled and uncurled his fingers a couple of times. More than enjoying the sensations that the clone was causing… But he didn’t want to admit it. Admit to the Apache Squadron leader that this was exactly what he’d been craving..

The Magnus hybrid nipped his exposed neck region a couple of times, grinding his air frame seductively against Rumble’s. “Because you are so tough… You.. Well, let’s just say that you’re my type. I hate wimps,” he replied. He gave Rumble a knowing smirk as he moved his one hand to seductively trace the Decepticon insignia on his armor. He watched the emotions pass over the young mech’s face plate. Amazed at how easily he could predict his actions. Trick number two: make the thug believe he’s an equal…

The Decepticon trembled, his optics widening slightly at the obvious compliment. “Ya, I ain’t no freagin’ wimp!” he snorted, “I’m the toughest con ever made!” Warmth seemed to spread over his core. His spark pulsed a bit faster. He could feel the weak energy field of the newly sparked clone. Feel a similar pulse in that dull-painted air frame. This clone was one of the squad leaders, and he’d been watching him?!? Rumble swelled up in pride. Clipper obviously knew how tough he was!

“The toughest?” Clipper nipped his shoulder plating, his fingers on the one hand now tracing the edges to Rumble’s spark access panel. His other hand still pumping the vibrator in and out of the mech. Trick number three: make the thug feel that he has to prove his toughness…

Rumble bucked his hips a bit, enjoying the pleasant thrusts of that vibrator. “Ya questioning me?!? Rumble?!? I’m tougher than any of ya freagin’ clones!” he shot back, even as he threw his helm back hard against the floor. The squadron leader’s digits tracing his access panel made his spark jump. It began to beat frantically against its chamber in excitement.. Primus, it had been so long since he’d overloaded through play.. This clone had talent!

Clipper slipped his fingers under the panel. It opened with a soft click, exposing the internal access panel. He began to trace his fingertips on its surface now. He felt the mech’s energy field begin to strengthen, to flux around them. His own weak spark surging in response. “Prove it to me Rumble.” He lifted his head and brushed the mech’s lips with his own. “I’ll take you as my field partner. And if you prove you’re tough enough on the frontline to be the squad leader’s partner, perhaps I’ll be inclined to give you more of this,” he whispered. Trick number four: give an offer he can’t refuse…

“More of what?” Rumble challenged. His optics were now blazing with desire. He wanted to truly overload. It had been so long since the last time. “And maybe if it’s good, Rumble will think about ya deal,” he snorted. His spark fluttered at the closeness of the clone’s weak spark field. He could feel it. He wanted it.

The Magnus clone tapped his finger lightly on the inner access panel. Jag had already informed him and Charge about the mech’s claim that playing with his spark chamber was even better than with his cable. And Clipper was determined to make Rumble all ‘his’. To do that he needed the mech’s meta focused solely on pleasure, on desire… “Open it,” he ordered.

The mech narrowed his optics. A Decepticon didn’t readily trust others with his spark. Regardless of if the damned thing was fluxing wildly in anticipation of their touch! “Why should I? Ain’t ya good enough with ya cable, huh? Or are ya pathetic like the rest of them?” he growled.

Clipper chuckled as he began to force the access panel open. “Oh I’m not pathetic Rumble. Remember that I’m still half Vortex. And you remember what he was like – don’t you?” He forced the inner access panel open, now the clear crystal casing of the mech’s spark chamber was exposed to him. He slipped his fingers inside him, caressing the sides of the chamber just as he increased his thrusts with the dildo. “I want to hear you scream my name Rumble. Yes, that would suit me just fine. I’ll get it either through pleasure or pain – your choice.” His voice became low and threatening. More like that of Vortex, than of Ultra Magnus. Trick number five: make the thug believe that you are an even bigger, badder thug than he is….

Rumble gulped as the clone changed his tone. He’d forgotten that Clipper had both Magnus and Vortex base programs in him. The clone had seemed so much more like Ultra Magnus that it’d been easy to forget. But Vortex was one of the most sadistic cons in the ranks. So sadistic that just the threat of being interrogated by him would make most mechs talk. Apparently Clipper had these Vortex tendencies hidden deep inside him. But with his very spark being caressed by the freager – Rumble really didn’t want to be the first to find out! He shifted under the clone. His meta ablaze with both terror and ecstasy; Which just served to intensify his passion… The sensations of his spark wildly reacting to Clipper’s attentions coupled with his valve going nuts over the vibrator began to overwhelm his urge to be defiant. He threw his helm back. Smashing it hard against the metal floor of the jet… “Clipper…” he moaned, “Yeeeeesss… Riiiiiiggghhhttt…. Theeeeerrrrreeee….”

“Scream it!” Clipper snarled. He clamped his dental plates so hard on Rumble’s thin neck metal, that he tasted energon. He began to violently pump the vibrator in the mech’s valve. His other fingers scratching at the very chamber that protected Rumble’s swirling spark. The energy field around him was becoming over powering.. His weak spark beating passionately against his core.. Wanting to join that strong Cybertronian spark… But Clipper denied his own needs. This was a time for domination, not for his pleasure. No, if it worked out as he planned – he’d eventually get that spark bonding. And so much more!

“CLIIIIPPPPPEERRR! CLIPPER! YESSSSS!” Rumble yelled as loud as his vocalizer could. His entire chassis went tense as his energy field began to crash his sensory grids. In a cascading torrent of overloads, his systems collapsed one by one as he reached the climax of full system overload. He went limp as his optics darkened.

Getting up, Clipper looked down at the unconscious mech and unlocked the handcuffs so that he could stick them back inside his storage unit.. A self-satisfied smile on his face plate… Whipping out his clipboard, he wrote a note. Ripping it out, he stuffed it in the mech’s half-closed access panel. With that, he quietly left the plane and rejoined the party. Yes, he’d have Rumble all to himself now. And Scream wouldn’t say a single thing. After all, it was the clone who CHOSE the mech was it not?

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Rumble shoved the last of his sex toys back into his subspace. “Freagin’ clone thinks he’s Motormaster or somethin’!” he grumbled. But then he realized that his access panel wasn’t fully closed. Something was jammed in it. Glancing down, he saw the folded piece of paper there. He ripped it out with a huff, opened it, and read:

….If you think you’re good enough to be my partner, make me overload as easily as I made you..

“I am goin’ to so blow that slogger’s meta! He ain’t never been with a real MECH before! Rumble ‘ill teach him not to make a freagin’ challenge!” the young mech snickered as he trotted toward the plane’s ramp. He was going to so make that clone scream HIS name so loud that everyone would hear him over the music! Damn right he was! And by Primus, he’d do it right next to that freagin’ Scream! Just LET the aft make one comment… One single comment… Rumble smirked as he pictured the look of silent helpless rage he’d see on that Starscream face plate. Heck, Clipper’d made the first move, and the challenge – so Scream would have to yell at HIM!

Yep, Rumble was goin’ to show them all how real MECHS could party!!!!

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Note: I’d forgotten just who had made the suggestion to put Rumble in a very unlikely pairing with a clone. Couldn’t think of anything more unlikely than the Magnus hybrid…. Snicker… Hope you enjoyed it! More shockers coming up in the next chapters!!!!

Pairing ideas always welcome! And I will get to those already suggested. Just got to work them into the flow of the plot...
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