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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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**Rebellion pt 1**

**Arc within the New Era**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

**Time Frame: Runs concurrently with the Eve Spark Arc…..

The Sideswipe clone was literally beaming in happiness as he trotted over to - what he hoped – was his new ‘family’. His pedes were so light that the tap-tap of them on the cold concrete was barely perceptible. Cutting straight through the impromptu dance floor, he barely avoided getting stepped on by Constructor.

Feeling the slide of armor against his leg, the lumbering combiner glanced down; only able to catch a blur of red paint as he stumbled to avoid it. His merged personalities briefly fought against each other as he tried to decide what to do. Confusion was the result…

Beachcomber steadied the behemoth with a ‘whoa there man!’. The Autobot glanced down, and seeing the familiar darting red form, he rolled his optics a bit. Whether he was in the form of a mech or a clone – Sideswipe was forever causing some kind of chaos! With a chuckle, the geologist wrapped his arms around the combiner he was dancing with. Prepared to steady him if the Sideswipe look-a-like tore back across the dance floor again….

Jester merely laughed as he agilely danced away, his optics glued on his objective: The two clones with the teenager resting against them. Ducking around Charge and Doc, he snickered as his audios picked up the medic clone’s gasp of pain as the heavier Prime hybrid trod on his feet again. The muttered apologies followed him along….

“What’s up?” Jester asked as he plopped himself down next to the stripped clone. He scooted his tail pipes a little closer to the cloth covered clone.

Flame turned his head to him, his optics flashing a bit in annoyance. “So when’s my armor going to be finished drying? These rags just don’t do me justice!” he exclaimed. Holding his arms out, he made as if he was displaying the Steelers’ gear that he currently wore in place of his armor. He’d been glad they at least matched when they’d first put them on him. But sitting here having to watch everyone ELSE have fun, was driving him to glitches! He wanted his armor back on. Wanted to be the gorgeous clone that he truly was!

The Sideswipe clone grinned at his unhappy twin. For some reason his griping didn’t bother him in the least. In fact, it was as if he’d be disappointed if he didn’t gripe about his appearance! Reaching over, he patted the cloth-covered thigh. “Awww, should be ready ‘bout now. But you look hot no matter WHAT kind of armor you’re wearing!”

Torie started giggling at his blatant smoozing. Leaning her back against Storm, she gave Jester a wink. “You’re pathetic, you know that Jester?” she teased.

Used to the teasing and mind games that young women played with each other from all his carousing with Scream’s fuck buddies back at MIT, Jester merely grinned. “Not as pathetic as you. It’s so OBVIOUS you’re into Storm.”

Taking the challenge, Torie’s eyes brightened up as she burned back. “I’m not as fucking love struck as you. It’s like you’re a little girl with your first crush!” She elbowed Storm as she said that. Signaling to the clone that she wanted him to agree with her…

The Onslaught hybrid glanced down at her, then at Jester. He’d been beyond pleased with the clone’s obvious interest in Flame. So why should he want to pick on him about it? He figured it would be in his best interest to support the Sideswipe clone’s pursuit of his ‘brother’. That would leave Torie primarily to him. “If I were so inclined; I’d pursue Flame myself. He is a very attractive clone.” He gave Jester his biggest smile. Not realizing that the two were just playing around.

“You traitor!” Torie exclaimed. Spinning around, she pounced on top of the surprised clone.

“I… I apolo…” his words were cut off as she began to hit him with a wad of sweat pants. His spark plummeted as he protected his cranial unit with his hands. He hadn’t meant to tick her off! He’d never mean to tick her off! But then her laughter filled his audios. Her taunts of him being such a strong clone that a little girl could beat him up..

Realizing then that the teen was merely playing around, he grabbed her arms in a blur of action. Flipping them over, he was on top of her before she could blink. Holding her hands down, he tried to decide on what his next course of action should be.

“You get that side Flame! Storm, hold her down!” Jester ordered. His fingers diving in, running along her side as he tickled her.

Flame leapt over Storm, getting Torie’s other side. Soon the girl was begging them to stop in between her shrieks of laughter.

“Say ‘Uncle’,” Jester taunted. He poked her with his finger, eliciting another round of twitches and giggles from the girl.

“Fuck you homey,” she gasped. She struggled against Storm’s grasp. But her fight was in vain. There was no way she could budge the 250 lbs of military clone sitting on top of her. Another round of giggles hit her as the twins went after her again. “Ok…..he, he, he… Ok…. Uncle!”

The two Lamborghini’s stopped their tickle torture, yet Storm remained over her. His optics filled with a strange emotion as he looked down at the girl still pinned beneath his bulk.

“Well, you gonna let me up nigga?” She struggled slightly, just to make her point. To be honest, it was turning her on to be in this position. But they were out in the open, and the adults who considered themselves to be her fucking wardens or something – would see.

“Um, well I…” Storm seemed uncertain.

“Well you what?!? Wanna kiss me or something?!?” Torie challenged. Actually, she’d like it if he wanted to kiss her. He hadn’t shown any physical responses to her. Frankly, because he simply didn’t have the programming too… Which made it all the more frustrating to the girl!

Storm bowed his head, his optics dimming slightly. He wanted to want to! He really REALLY did! But he just didn’t feel physical attraction, he couldn’t. He rolled off her. His hidden lips drooped into a frown. Curling his arms around his legs, he set his chin on top of them, staring blankly over the dance floor. Hurt shown brightly in his cloudy optics, it had felt like she had stabbed him with her comment. She knew he couldn’t want to kiss her…

Torie sat up, looking at the sullen expression of Storm in surprise. She realized what she’d said, and why it had hurt the clone. “Oh bro, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean it like that!” She gave him a hug, cuddling up against his armored back. It was then that she realized just how exhausted she really was. “Why don’t we just go to the crib?”

“Uh, got room for me?” Jester asked with one of his standard half-smiles. He stood up, lifting Flame in his arms.

The dark-skinned girl stood up, patting Storm to do the same. “Why?” she asked. Nosey old Sharon might come looking for him if he stayed. And the last thing Torie wanted to deal with was that old woman’s eyes glancing suspiciously around her crib!

“Well, uh, I kind’ve got kicked out of Sharon’s tent. They adopted two new clones or something,” he replied with a shrug.

She considered the idea. Jester was a likeable clone that was for sure. But what about her deal with Flame? He was supposed to copy those pleasure programs to Storm, so that she could have some fun. The mentor clone might get in the way! “Well, I dunno. We just took in Flame and all…”

Jester’s smile faded into a confused frown. He’d been certain that the girl would welcome him with open arms! After all, she’d made the deal with him about letting him pursue Flame.

Storm glanced at the twins, his meta computing fast. “He can stay,” he announced firmly. With the Sideswipe clone in the tent and taking all of Flame’s attention away from Torie – she would be all his. So, yes, he wanted Jester to move in!

Torie pulled away from him. “It’s MY crib! How dare you…” Her eyes were full of frustrated tears. Did the fucking clone just not see the light!?! “I don’t want a mentor clone all up in my business!” She yelled as she marched away.

The Onslaught hybrid stared in shock after her. “I didn’t anticipate the severity of her reaction,” he muttered, “She’s never acted like this.”

“Don’t you know why she acted like that?” Flame said incredulously. He thought the Combaticon knew Torie’s plans. And having a mentor clone there might stop them dead in their tracks! He glanced up at the crestfallen face plate of the red clone holding him. “It’s nothing against you or anything.”

Storm turned to him, his optics narrowing. He didn’t like that this clone seemed to know something about Torie that HE didn’t! “Inform me,” he growled.

The Sunstreaker clone shrugged. “Because, for some god-knows-what reason, she’s into your ugly aft. That’s why! She asked me if I could copy and transfer my pleasure programs to you. And….” He glanced up at Jester. “She thinks you’ll narc us out.”

“So she wants to interface with me?” Storm’s tone changed completely. His tone was now full of total awe. He had assumed that he’d just patiently wait for years until that day came. And now it was here!

Picking his jaw off the floor, Jester’s standard grin replastered itself to his face plate. He offered the cloth covered clone in his arms to Storm. “Hey, carry him back to your crib. I’ll straighten this out!” Now that he knew the issue. The Sideswipe clone figured he’d be able to work it out.

“Are you positive that you can?” Storm accepted Flame’s weight, but his tone was filled with uncertainty.

Jester gave him a wink. “Let me work out a deal with her. Then WE need to work out a deal between us. Sound good?” His tone was filled with his jovial confidence. Without even waiting for Storm’s answer, he was trotting off in the direction that the angry teen had stormed off in.

Flame casually put his arm over the Vortex/Onslaught clone’s shoulder armor. He gave him a cocky smile. “Well, while we’re getting everything out in the open, I’m not attracted to a dull painted clone like you in the least.”

The Combaticon clone met his optics with a steady stare, not wavering in his path towards their tent. “That’s good, since I wouldn’t want to thrust my cable into an egotistical piece of slag like you, either.” Making it to the tent, he set the armorless clone down and unzipped the front flaps.

The Sunstreaker clone crawled in. Careful to keep his weight balanced evenly between his hands and legs. He didn’t want to chance damaging any of his sensitive circuits you know! Getting to the air mattresses, he settled himself with a satisfied sigh and patted for Storm to join him. “I can’t help it that I’m gorgeous,” he said offhandedly.

Storm snorted as he sat down. Finding much humor in an armorless clone wearing Steelers’ athletic gear from cranial unit to peg – making such an audacious statement. He laid down next to his ‘brother’, knowing that it could potentially be a long wait until Jester managed to calm Torie down enough to even talk with her. Much less cut any kind of deals. He might as well figure out how to get along with the egomaniac. “So what’s it like Flame, to feel pleasure?” Seemed like a good opener.

Flame turned on his side. Propping his head up on his hand, he gave Storm a devious smile. “It’s feels like your preparing for the greatest race of your existence. Then your engine’s running as hard as it can while your entire sensory grid systems are spiking like crazy. Suddenly, you’ve crossed the finish line and it turns out to be a cliff. But as you fall down into a never-ending abyss, all you feel is true happiness.” His optics held a dreamy look as he finished. His core warming at the membrance of it….

Lying back, Storm propped his helm up by putting his hands behind it. He could understand it the way that Flame had just explained it. It seemed so real now. He wanted those programs now. If Torie thought that she was old enough – who was he to argue?

“So, is it true that you’ve been with a mech?” the Steelers’ covered clone asked Storm. Unconsciously, he reached for a blanket. His core temp was starting to get too low. Another reason he really needed his damned armor back on! Cotton was just horrid insulation!

Storm nodded. Realizing that Flame was getting to cool in the cold air, he turned on his side and faced the clone. Reaching over him, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them both. Revving his engine a bit, he generated the heat that the naked clone so desperately needed. “Yes, Rumble broke me in. But all I felt was his spark energy as it blew over me. I didn’t feel pleasure like you do.”

He couldn’t help it. His physiological need for exterior heat while he was armorless forced him to snuggle up to the rather ugly brother of his. Trying to push the fact of pressing up against the dull armor from his meta, Flame focused on the conversation. “Is it true that they – ejaculate?” he asked, his tone tinged with distaste.

Again, Storm nodded. He remembered having to clean up his armor several times after the breaking in. The Cybertronian fluids still slowly seeping out of his forward port… It took a lot to bother him – and that most definitely had. He’d observed enough of the other clones messing around to know that clones didn’t ejaculate any material. Their interfacing seemed so, clean, compared to mech.

Flame shuddered in revulsion. “Ewwwwwwww. I couldn’t ever let that disgusting Rumble near my pristine ports!” Yes, he’d rather interface with any of the uglier clones – than have a mech ejaculate inside him! “And they forced you to do him?” he asked in horror.

“Well, not really. When you don’t feel lust – it doesn’t really matter to you. He was there, my reward for interfacing him was to get sparked – so I did it.” Storm put his arm over him. Slightly amazed at how ‘human like’ an armorless clone felt when they wore human clothing. Without really thinking about it, he began to lightly massage Flame’s back – like he always did for Torie.

He had to admit it; it felt good to have another clone rubbing along one’s sensitive back sensors. In fact, it felt so good that his spark pulsed excitedly. He could feel the steady weak pulse of Storm’s spark beating against the guy’s armor, as if sensing his. A hum started to emanate from him as his networks began activating. Could he actually look past how physically repulsive the clone was? Handle the thought of those hands one day touching his gorgeous armor along with Torie’s?

And what about Jester? He did have some very deeply-rooted emotions for his mech’s twin’s clone. So deeply ingrained within his core programs that he knew he was forever linked to the red clone. But was Jester also planning to have a share of Torie? Or was he solely interested in pursuing him? Flame could understand while Jester had found him so attractive. Because even without his armor – he WAS the most attractive! And his ‘clone twin’ seemed to appreciate that.

But his interface nets were responding to his unattractive brother right now. His cable throbbing with need as it pressed against the thin internal panel. Should he… Should he make himself available to Storm as well? Allow the clone to know what it was like to touch and enter a truly beautiful chassis? For some reason, his systems got even hotter as he thought about it…

“You’re too hot. Here let me…” Storm pulled his hand off the clone’s back, ready to throw off the blankets. Last thing he needed was for Jester and Torie to both kick his aft for letting this new clone overheat to system failure.

“No,” Flame’s voice seemed gruff. He tapped Storm’s battle mask, silently demanding to see his face. Hopefully, it wasn’t as disgusting as the rest of the dull clone.

Storm arched an optic ridge. Curious as to why the clone seemed to have an emotional change all of a sudden. Since he didn’t have the programs, he had no clue that the heat, the hum, the gruffness of Flame’s tone – were all clear indications of a clone with activated interface nets. With some slight whirs and clicks, his battle mask split in the center and retracted into the sides of his helm. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

Flame sighed in relief as Storm bared his face. The guy at least had a nice face plate! Grabbing him behind his helm, he forced their lips together. His glossa sliding in briefly, before the startled clone pulled away.

“What the frag?!? You said you weren’t attracted to me like that!” Storm growled, his optics full of accusation. He moved a little further from Flame. Close enough to keep him warm, but…..

“Well shit Storm. All that rubbing and stuff. Wasn’t it obvious you were turning me on?!?” Flame shot back with a huff.

“No it wasn’t!” What’d the clone think he was – a freagin’ pleasure clone like him?!? He was a military model – plain and simple!

“You’ve got to be kidding! My heat spike, the chassis hum, the change in my vocal processing – it was obvious!” the armorless clone huffed and turned his back to him. He wasn’t sure what ticked him off the most – that he’d been aroused by the ugly clone; or that Storm had spurned him!

“Arrrrggggg! You feagin’ egostistical motherboard! I HAVE no programs! Can’t you and Torie get that through you thick heads!” Storm balled his digits, his entire chassis going tense with his emotional upset. His whole problem boiled down to some slaggin’ programs! He couldn’t recognize any signs of lust… He couldn’t even truly enjoy a simple kiss! And it was something he couldn’t find a strategy to control.. Which simply added to his over all frustration!

For several minutes they laid there silently back-to-back. Neither one wanting to delve further into it before the other one did. But both realized they’d eventually have to go there….

“Ok, you utilitarian-styled diode – turn over,” Flame finally ordered. He also turned over. He raised his optic ridges a bit in surprise as he realized that Storm had never reactivated his battle mask. Their face plates were now mere handspans apart. “Where’s your data access?”

Storm studied his ‘brother’. He hadn’t meant to lose his temper like that, but the frustration had been building for a couple of days. Lifting the blanket slightly, he opened his access panel. “Where’s yours?”

Flame lifted up the sweatshirt he was wearing. His spark glow was obvious, even as he plugged a transfer cable to his data link port. “You sure you want this loaded? Once it’s in you, you can’t go back.”

Moving so close that their pelvic regions touched again, Storm nodded. He wanted to be Torie’s life partner. And this was part of that process. He would do what it took to obtain his goal. Grabbing the end of the short data cable, he plugged it into him. His spark surging at the closeness of Flame’s exposed spark.

He felt the yellow clone get warmer again as the programs began to get transferred. His fingers drifting back to the clone’s back, rubbing like he was accustomed to doing. But now Flame’s fingers began to roam over his chassis as well. And when the clone again took his lips, Storm did not flinch… Did not question… His meta beginning to register the dance of their glossas as pleasure… Beginning to long for it…

Storm slid his hand down those narrow hips. His fingers slid under the flimsy cotton armor that was protecting Flame’s naked circuits. He could almost envision that it was Torie’s human body he touched. And as the new programs integrated with his own, they directed his exploration. Directed him as he found the tight wetness of Flame’s virgin port…. Sliding a finger in, both clones trembled in response.. Storm in absolute excitement, Flame in total pleasure…

Britney had never touched his ports. Had forbid him to touch them himself! She’d always lectured him on the fact that she bought him to be a HIM – not a HER. And it was disgusting for him to even acknowledge his ports. Now… As a clone so much less experienced than he, explored his forward port with eager digits.. Flame found himself wanting.. Wanting to be used as a female for once… To feel the sensation of his aching port fully filled... He moaned as Storm pressed in further… His body opening to him… Begging him… With a rip, he tore the sweat pants off himself. Eager to be with a clone… His ports becoming wetter with lubrication…

For the first time, Storm felt true lust! His interface nets fully activated. His cable pressing against his shut panel… Begging to be freed.. To penetrate this clone.. He felt Flame disconnect the data transfer cable, even as their glossas continued to dance.. A hand went down.. Rubbing the front of his cable’s panel.. Silently demanding that he give them access.. Digits surrounded him even before he was fully unrolled. Flame’s leg went over his hip.. Baring the yellow clone’s port to him.. Begging him.. Pulling his finger out of its tightness, he allowed Flame to guide his shaft to the entrance of bliss.

“Looks like he’s got the programming now, doesn’t it Torie?” Jester’s voice interrupted.

The two hot clones separated their lips; Looking up at the pair with the ‘deer in the headlight’ expressions. Ashamed by their lack of control they separated and rolled on their back armor, both of them expecting the worse.

With a clang, Torie and Jester set down the armor sections they had been carrying. The low light in the tent still able to gleam off its golden surface… Flame gasped in disbelief, his paint job was even more gorgeous than he’d imagined! His shame at being caught in the almost-act flew from his meta as he threw the blanket off, sitting up in excitement.

Jester elbowed Torie, knocking her out of her shock at catching her two clones together. She looked up at the red clone, not knowing just what to think of it all. “I don’t think we should put Flame’s armor on him yet, do you? After all, weren’t you fascinated seeing what goes on within us back in the med area?” His tone and his optics were full of devilish excitement.

“Uh, well, um I dunno,” she stammered. Not sure of what he was implying. Yes, seeing a clone’s internal workings had fascinated her, but what did that have to do with this situation?

In a smooth motion, Jester had pinned Flame back down on the air mattress. “Hey! What the?!?” Flame stammered. He wanted his armor! He wanted to be gorgeous again! Before he could start fighting back, his twin had curled himself around him. His armored leg thrown over his as they now lay on their sides, with Flame’s back pressed tightly against the front of his twin’s hood.

Seamlessly taking total control of the situation, the mentor clone snickered as he ground his codpiece against Flame’s exposed aft port. “Come back over here Storm. Let’s give our bud here what he needs,” he ordered. He glanced up at the shocked teen while he nipped Flame’s sensitive neck. “You can watch or join - your choice Torie.”

All those erotic fantasies she’d been running through her mind for the last couple of weeks were nothing compared to what was fixing to happen. Torie’s eyes met Jester’s blue optics even as she knelt down on the other side of Storm as he turned back towards Flame. Laying her hands on his dull armored side, she rubbed her fingers against him. She wanted to join in, but she had no clue as to what was going to happen! Maybe she should watch and learn a bit first? After all, this clone had been taught by an older woman for years! He knew so much. And obviously, he didn’t mind teaching through example. In a sense, Jester was now the ‘head’ of their little ‘family’. “Uh, I’ll guess I’ll watch first bro.”

Enjoying Flame’s surprised gasp as he sunk his fingers into his wet port, Jester nodded at the girl. Shifting his optics to Storm’s, he smiled at the inexperienced clone. “Pull his leg over yours again. And keep his mouth busy, we don’t want his screamin’ tellin’ all the adults what we’re up too!” he snickered with a conniving wink.

Not sure what he was going to end up doing, Storm just accepted that Jester was in command. Torie had obviously relinquished her position as the family head to the mentor clone, when she had agreed to merely watch. Though her hands on his side felt so, so wonderful. His chassis grew hot under her touch, even as he roughly pulled Flame’s leg back over his hip armor. With passion-driven fierceness, he took the clone’s lips again. Determined to keep him silent so that they wouldn’t be ‘caught’ by the older humans – whatever they were fixing to do….

Flame tensed in their arms. His own arms locked down against his sides. His ports now fully exposed to their desires. Helpless to stop them…. Eager to have them do whatever Jester was planning… Savoring the metallic sweetness of the Onslaught hybrid’s mouth.. His glossa exploring the strangely familiar dental plates of the other.. A gasp escaped him as fingers invaded his aft port. He hadn’t expected that. His spark pulsed strongly. Exposed now as Jester shredded the remnants of the sweat shirt top….

Muffled moans could barely be heard as the two armored clones ground their chassis against the helpless one in between them. Energy fields expanded… Grew… Combined in a blistering magnetic field.. Surrounding them in a surreal blue and red glow.. Tendrils of the energy flowed over their overheating chassis’.. Licking the girl’s fingers as she caressed her main clone… Tickling her skin with its hundreds of flickering tongues..

Torie felt wetness and want spread through her. Boldly, she reached between Storm and Flame. Grabbing Storm’s pressurized cable.. Jester had given her the choice to participate or watch. She decided to do both. Her eyes roved over Flame’s naked chassis. Greedily taking in the movements of his ports as the other two clones fucked him with their digits. She stroked the cable in her hand as if it was a real cock. A devilish smile coming to her face as Storm’s entire frame trembled in response.

He was getting hot, so hot underneath her hands! She stroked him a few more times. Fascinated by the power she now had over his chassis. Enjoying the fact that for the first time he was truly reacting to her touch! She watched him and Jester each sink two fingers into Flame’s ports. The helpless clone bucking against them… Lubricant now dripping out of him….

Jester propped himself up on Flame’s side. His blue optics flashing with pent up desire as he forced three fingers into the virgin port…. Flame’s muffled scream of desire filled the tent as his chassis tensed…. Soft clicks could be barely detected as Jester activated his cable and pressurized it. With his optics locked with Torie’s dark eyes, he began to rim the ready port with his tip.

Matching the mentor clone’s lust-filled grin, Torie decided that she wanted to see Storm’s cable slide into that port. She wanted to control him… Control him as she controlled his cable… A sense of power filled her as she guided the tip to Flame’s forward port.. Storm’s digits obediently leaving it… The valve open… Pristine.. Leaning over Storm, she boldly took Jester’s offered lips as she guided Storm’s cable within the writhing naked clone…

His mouth tasted sweet with a metallic edge to it. His dental plates were reminiscent of kissing a guy who had braces. But that was the end of the differences between human and clone. The warmth, the wetness, the dance of glossa and tongue – felt the same to the teen. She felt Jester’s other hand go around the back of her head. Pressing their lips ever firmly together as he guided just the tip of his cable in-and-out of his twin’s tail pipes.

Torie reached down. Feeling Storm lift his leg slightly to allow her better access, even as he thrust into Flame’s port… She felt a shudder go through his dull painted air frame as she fingered his closed ports… Just as she slipped her other hand under her own sweat pants and touched her dripping wetness, her other hand felt the ready slickness as Storm’s port panels slid aside. The strangeness of slipping her fingers into him just as she slipped them inside herself flew from her mind. The similarities in the feel of port and vagina coming more into focus…. She trembled in pleasure and excitement as she explored so many things at the same time: Herself, Jester’s mouth, and Storm’s port….

Panting, she pumped her fingers in-and-out faster and faster. In perfect synch with Storm’s frantic thrusts into Flame. Breathing heavily through her nose, she screamed into Jester’s mouth as she felt the waves flow over her. Her muscles grabbing her fingers tightly.. So tightly that it hurt… The energy field fluxed over her as Storm and Flame suddenly tensed… Their own muffled gasps of disbelief mirroring her own… As one, the two clones’ optics darkened as they both went limp, the girl sagging on top of Storm…

Jester released her lips then, his optics full of humor. “Enjoy yourself?” he purred in a knowing tone. He bucked his hips in an even rhythm, still only allowing just the tip of his cable to go in-and-out of that tight aft. He felt the familiar pull on the tip. The strong pull of Flame’s strong spark wanting to merge…. But those years of being with TC had taught him well. Taught him how to make the sweetness of pleasure and want last as long as he wanted….

Torie pulled her hand back out. A tad embarrassed by his straightforwardness on the topic… “Uh, ya. But why haven’t you cum yet?” She lowered her eyes, watching him as he just teased himself with the tip of his cable sliding in-and-out of Flame’s aft port. It was so erotic to watch, with Storm’s taunt cable still filling his forward port. She could just imagine how it felt… Granted, Flame was currently out-for-the-count in overload, just like Storm was… She’d already known that’s what happened when clone’s ‘came’, so she wasn’t worried at all.

The Sideswipe clone grinned. He left the tip of his cable inside Flame, not stopping the girl as she boldly reached down to stroke his shaft’s exposed length. This young woman was bold. She’d become even more fun as she got older and really learned about all the things one could do while having interface! “Because I’m going to wait until he reboots. Then I’ll thrust all the way in and spark bond. It’s even better than just overloading!” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone to the girl. “And we might be out of it for a while afterward. So don’t worry.”

Torie spread some of the lubricant from Storm’s dripping port onto Jester’s spike. Her eyes locked with his blue optics as she stroked him. Her fingers just grazing the rim of the tight aft port he was locked inside. She could see the slight trembles going through Jester as she stroked. But this clone was experienced… Vastly experienced… He kept his reactive moans silent.. “But I thought you homeboys had to smash your open chests together to spark bond?”

“Nope. We can do it through interfacing with aft ports too. That’s why I’ve been careful not to go too far in… Mmmmm, that’s it,” he whispered. His fingers caressed the tight braids on Torie’s head as he enjoyed her hand’s strokes. He nodded to Storm’s brightening optics. “Open his core access panel, would ya? I’ve always wondered if spark bonding could go three way.”

Torie grinned at him, more than willing to try anything. She wanted to see just how much these clones could do with each other! As she reached over her favorite Combaticon, his optics fully activated. He grabbed her fingers as she fumbled with his panel. “Let me open it nigga,” she whispered.

He glanced from her to Jester and back, his dazed optics questioning. But without a word, he let go and allowed her to expose his spark. It pulsed with the fiery red plasma, much weaker than Flame’s blue fire that pulsed so close to it. Her fingers caressed it. The interplay of her biological electrical impulses with it, sending ripples of pure bliss to rocket through him. “AHHHHHHHHH – mmmmfffffttt!” he began to moan, suddenly muffled as her lips pressed against his.. He felt her light soft body rest on top of his side as she laid her full length on him. With his cable still buried in the sweet warm tightness of Flame’s port, his glossa dancing with that tongue he’d desired for so long, and his spark being excited by both Flame’s strong spark and her light fingers – he was rapidly nearing overload again.

Flame activated with a surprised yelp. His forward port still pleasurably stretched by the spike he was impaled on, and the teasing pain of Jester’s tip thrusting in-and-out of his virgin aft. But before he could make any other vocalization, Jester leaned down over his side and covered his lips in a forceful kiss. His spark jumped as he felt the mentor clone’s strong spark field expand over him. His surprised scream muffled as his aft port was mercilessly stretched as Jester knifed into him fully. At the same time, the red clone pushed against him, slamming him against Storm.

Expecting the action, Torie whipped her hand away in the knick of time. Pressing herself even more firmly on top of Storm, she refused to let his lips loose as he writhed against her. Pure energy whipped over her as the three sparks merged into one. A halo of swirling tendrils of blue, purple and red flowed over them like a tidal wave. The humming of their three chassis harmonized into a single monotone for the briefest of moments. Then the interior of the tent went silent as every optic went dark.

As Storm went out, Torie sat up. She heard a bunch of clicks, whirs and depressurizing cables. With amazed eyes, she watched as the three automatically disconnected their interface nets and shut down those regions. So unlike when they’d merely overloaded!

With a happy sigh, the dark-skinned teen laid down next to her unconscious drab-green clone. Snuggling to him, she actually thanked Yellowstone for erupting. In it’s destruction of her world; it had given her so much more than she’d ever even dreamed of! She now had three clones who would love her, protect her, and never leave her or her future children as unloved orphans. For the first time in her young life, she had a ‘family’ that she truly felt she could count on.

Putting her arm over Storm’s still-hot frame, she pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes. She didn’t care what the adults thought. She was more than woman enough to take care of her three clones’ needs!!! With that final thought, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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