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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 2**

**An Arc within the New Era**

**Universe G1, Written by StSE**

Alarms were ringing throughout Flame’s meta, demanding early reactivation. With a grumbled groan he rebooted. His entire chassis shaking as his engines strained to produce the heat he so desperately needed. His processing seemed foggy as he tried to understand what was going on. But he was cold, far too cold…. His dental plates chattered loudly in the chilly air as he fumbled around him. Looking for something… Anything to keep him warm!

“Shit!” a young female voice exclaimed from somewhere nearby.

The Sunstreaker clone felt a weight on top of his naked circuits. Then something was pulled over him. The weight shifted next to him, pressing him up against some hard surface that radiated warmth. He felt movement next to him, then the sensation of bared skin pressing against his naked circuits. It had to be Torie. She was so, so warm! Whatever she’d pulled over the top of them trapped the heat from her body as well as the defragging clone she’d pressed him against.

Slowly he warmed back to normal operating temperature again. The fog lifted from his processor as if the sun was burning it off. His sensory nets fully activated again. Sending a stream of data flooding into his meta. The data that an almost completely naked human was snuggling tightly to him, her arms around him… Her whispered voice asking him to forgive her for being so stupid as to not cover him when he’d overloaded.

Torie’s dark eyes came into focus as his optics cleared. Her worried expression filled Flame with a warmth he hadn’t felt since his first few months with Britney. She was concerned! She actually cared! Lifting his hand, he gently stroked those beautiful yellow-streaked braids he’d just put into her hair the day before. “I’m ok now,” he whispered back. Boldly, he kissed her forehead. Something he never would’ve done to Britney.

The teen smiled up at him, her hands still worriedly stroking the warming circuits on his back. “I’m so sorry Flame! I knew you couldn’t maintain your temp – and I totally forgot to throw the blanket over ya niggas!” Tears filled her dark eyes. Tears of fear that she’d almost lost him due to her own lack of responsibility.

He was touched deeply. And the rubbing of both her nakedness and her hands were causing his interface nets to automatically activate. Without thinking about the ramifications, he took her lips with both passion and desperation. Passion caused by her actions, and the desperation for a true connection again with a human. He sighed into her mouth as he pressed his chassis against her. He didn’t care that she’d almost caused irreparable damage to him through her irresponsibility! She was young. Too young to lay that kind of blame on her slight shoulders! He felt her tense up at first, then relax as she met his glossa with her tongue. Returning his passion, with her own…

His hands began to roam over her bare skin. All she still had on were her bra and panties, having shed her clothes in order to give him more of her body heat. It was amazing how different her body was from that of his first owner. Britney had been an older black woman. Her body thick and fully developed. She had been attractive in an ‘Opra-type’ way. Torie on the other hand, was so thin that he could easily feel her ribs. Her breasts were barely even an A-cup. Her figure more like a boy’s than a girl’s. But Flame understood that she was young. And with a few more years, she’d develop into the beautiful black woman that he could see in her features. His hands drifted down to her legs. Her long slender legs…

And was promptly slapped away…

He pulled away from her lips in surprise. Why had she stopped him? She’d let him touch her breasts with no issue. Why the refusal on her legs?

Torie was breathing hard as she collected her thoughts again. “Uh, don’t touch them homeboy!” she whispered in a rough-sounding growl.

Flame arched his optic ridges in confusion. “But you let me touch your breasts. Why the issue about your legs?” he demanded to know. Truth be told, for some reason he was more of an ‘ass and leg clone’ than a ‘breast clone’. So it really stung more than it should’ve that she wouldn’t let him touch those. He could imagine just how wonderful they would feel under his fingers.

“Because…. Well, never mind! Just don’t touch them – or look at them! Got it bro?!” She grabbed his hand that still rested on her hip, and moved it up to her waist.

He moved his hand back down to her hip. He just HAD to know why she wouldn’t let him! Had she been horribly burned down there or something? Deformed? He didn’t what to think that his human was ugly. And until she came clean – he’d be terrified that that was the case. That would just drive him to absolute glitches! His human needed to look as good as he did. “I won’t agree not to touch, until you give me a damned good reason not to!” He inched his hand even lower, indicating that he would be persistent until she came clean.

Her face turned a darker shade. Her eyes lowering in embarrassment… “Because, well, you see, well, we don’t have enough razors to go around.”

So she was ‘al natural’? Flame knew human females shaved their armpits and legs as a routine part of their hygiene. He slid his hand up her side. Sure enough, her armpits were also exhibiting the same need for a razor. He gave her a confident grin. For this was a ‘problem’ his model was designed to ‘fix’! He was programmed as a personal assistant, security, and a cosmetologist to boot! Prepared to assist with any and all ‘personal grooming’ issues that a human might come up with. It made sense for a model with a tendency to be fixated on appearances – to have these capabilities. “If you’ll help me get my armor on – I can solve your ‘al natural’ problem,” he offered.

Torie’s eyes brightened up, and she met his gleaming optics with an expression of sincere appreciation. “You can? How?”

Flame shrugged. “I can either shave, wax, or if you want a more permanent solution – I can give you a laser treatment.”

Familiar with shaving, and having also experienced the pain of waxing – Torie knew which of those two options she’d prefer. But what was this laser treatment? “Laser?”

He stroked the soft skin of her back as he explained. Enjoying the feel of a human who actually treated him well! “I set it on low, and destroy the hair follicles. You feel like you’ve got a bad sunburn for a few days. But after the skin peels, wa-la! Less and less hair grows back after each consecutive treatment.”

“So eventually I’ll never have to worry about getting hairy again?!?” she asked in disbelief.

“After three or four once-a-month treatments – yep!” He beamed at her big, happy smile. Britney had always seemed impatient with everything he did to please her. It was so nice to surprise Torie with his abilities. Nice to have a human thrilled with him for just being what he was designed to be!

Ignoring the chilly air, Torie threw off the blankets and darted over to the pile of freshly painted armor. She couldn’t wait to get him ‘dressed’ so that she could quit feeling disgustedly hairy!

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Before too long, Flame was fully outfitted with his armor. Back to being the truly gorgeous clone that he knew he was. Nodding for the chilled girl to lie down, he tossed the blanket back over most of her body.

“Lift your arms, we’ll do your under-arms first while the rest of you warms up,” he told her. As she complied, a series of soft clicks and whirs filled the tent. A panel slid back on the edge of his right hand, exposing his treatment laser.

“You sure it won’t hurt?” she asked with slight nervousness.

“Britney said it just felt a little hot. But she didn’t complain about the sunburn feeling until a couple hours later.” He gave her a confident smile. He’d done this many times before, so he knew exactly how it went.

She scrunched up her nose as he began to work on her armpits, her entire body tensing as she expected some pain. But Flame was right! It just felt like a slightly too-hot heating pad. Nothing she couldn’t handle!

Done with her armpits, he flipped the blanket up, exposing her legs. He tried to keep his expression of revulsion hidden. She was right – she WAS hairy like a boy! Now he was glad she hadn’t let him touch them. But he’d fix this problem, and soon she’d have those pretty legs he’d been envisioning. He worked his way up one, and began on the other…

“Hey Torie, you’re late for - ” Ashley started to say as she popped her head into the tent. She stopped in mid-sentence as she caught sight of the clone shining a laser slowly up the teen’s hairy legs. What the hell?!?

“Oh, hey Ashley. Would you tell the niggas that I’ll be there as soon as Flame’s done?” Torie said with a grin at her ‘foster sister’.

Confusion covered Ashley’s face. “Guess so. If you’ll explain just WHAT he’s doing.”

“I’m giving her a laser treatment so that she’ll have smooth legs again. What does it LOOK like I’m doing?” he snorted. Wasn’t it obvious? Obviously the brunette should’ve been a blond!

“Huh? Seriously?!?” Ashley stated, disbelief clear in her tone. She slid fully into the tent. Laying a hand on the golden gun mount on his shoulder, she leaned forward to better watch his work.

“You washed your hands right? I don’t want any smudges on my new paint job,” he muttered as he worked. If she was so dense as to not know what a laser treatment was – he doubted she’d washed her hands. Then he’d have to go through the trouble of buffing the skin oil off his beautiful armor…

The young woman glanced at him, surprised by his muttered question/insult. She was about to give him a piece of her mind about ‘rude people’ – but she caught Torie’s shake of her head. Giving him a silent look of disgust, she took her hand off him and decided it might be better to stroke his already massive ego in order to get what she wanted. “I’m sorry; your new paintjob is just so – incredible!” It made her feel almost nauseated to say it…

Flame swelled up in pride. Finishing up with Torie, the panel on his hand slid back over his laser unit. He turned his head, giving the brunette a cocky smile. She may be stupid – but at least she knew a good-looking clone when she saw one! “I know,” he replied with a smirk.

Ashley so wanted to roll her eyes at his arrogance. But the clone had a skill that she was in need of. So she’d better play the egomaniac’s game. Pulling her sleeve over her hand, she pretended to buff out the imaginary fingerprint she’d left on his armor. “I’m sorry, let me fix this. And Flame?”

His chassis began to hum in pleasure. Not only did the humans here seem to realize his perfection, but they obviously were enamored by it! So unlike his former owner! “Yes?”

She rubbed at the imaginary spot a little harder, giving Torie a conspiratorial wink. “When you have the time to spare, would you give me the same laser treatment?”

Before the day was over, every single woman in the unit had suckered the egotistical clone into giving them the laser treatment. The clone puffed up in pride as he strolled from tent-to-tent. Now totally assured of his value, place and worth to the unit! Not to mention the fact that the ‘leg clone’ got to have his hands on the long legs of every human female around! He was in total heaven!

Little did he know, or care for that matter, the whispered jokes and comments that were flying behind his back armor. Concerning a certain golden clone with the totally over-inflated ego!

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Travis poked his head into Sandy’s tent. He’d heard the Sunstreaker clone’s voice within. Which was good, since he’d been looking for the guy for the last hour! He wanted to wince as he caught sight of the young woman’s bared legs. His balls throbbed with familiar pain again. It was hard being around all these beautiful young women. His thoughts were constantly wandering to places they shouldn’t go, causing his cock to stir literally hundreds of times a day! Balling his hand in his pocket, he willed his body not to react – again! “Hey Flame, you almost done here?”

Finishing his last pass over her skin, Flame glanced up with a nod. His panels clicked back over his laser as he stood up and faced the man.

Rubbing his hand over his stubble, Travis nodded to him to follow him. He was hopeful that the ‘Cosmetologist clone’ could also fill the role of the men’s barber. Perhaps if he didn’t feel so much like an unkept mountain man – he’d feel confident in approaching one of the young women. Travis couldn’t help but give himself an ironic smile. Here he was a tough old Navy Seal, and he’d rather face bullets – than chance a woman’s rejection!

Flame kept his back armor straight with pride as he followed the man. He noticed several clones glance up as they walked by, then whisper behind their hands. Obviously, they were wishing they even looked HALF as good as he did! The Sunstreaker clone snickered to himself. His optics drifted back to Travis’s back. The man was older, but he was tough and ruggedly handsome. The chilly forty-degree air not even phazing him, as he wore nothing but a thin tee shirt and sweat pants.

His optics were drawn to the bulging muscles of the man. Downward they went, settling briefly on his tight ass. Flame could just imagine how muscular his legs must be. Licking his glossa across his lips, he briefly wished that men also shaved their legs. Because he’d sure enjoy getting his hands on them! It wasn’t that he was gay or anything. His pleasure programs just forced him to find both males and females equally attractive. And for his age, Travis was a hell of a specimen! But his hair was getting a tad long for a military type, and his facial hair was in need of attention, so Flame more than knew what the man was expecting him to do. “Cropped or layered?” he asked.

Still striding along, Travis glanced back. “What do you mean?”

Quickening his stride, Flame easily caught up and walked next to the man. It was nice to actually look a human in the face without looking down! He decided that he did prefer men as tall as himself. Women were nice, soft and supple. But they were so short! He scanned Travis’s hair with a critical optic. Even boldly running his hand through it… “I could layer it so that the thinning would be less obvious. Leave the gray in, makes you more distinguished looking though. And the facial hair has just GOT to go.”

Instead of being insulted, the man just laughed. “Don’t beat around the bush do you?”

“Why bother? If you look good – you feel good! That’s why I’m always so perfectly happy,” Flame replied with a shrug of his shoulder plates.

“You’re a cocky son-of-a-bitch – you know that?” Travis joked as he threw his arm over Flame’s shoulder plates. “But I like a confident man. They make the best soldiers!”

Briefly, he considered telling the man to get his hand off his finish, but something inside Flame was very pleased that such a perfect specimen was apparently attracted to him. So he merely nodded his agreement to the soldier’s assessment of him. Yes, he’d be the best soldier they ever had! And he’d look damned-good doing it!

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“Yah, I like it,” Travis told the clone. He moved the hand held mirror from side to side, checking out his new ‘stylish’ cut.

“I knew you would,” Flame grinned. Cleaning off his clippers, he stashed them in his storage and pulled out his straight razor. Time to work on the man’s face…

Leaning back in the impromptu ‘barber’s’ chair they’d set up in the middle of his 8 man tent, Travis smiled up at the golden clone as his face was lathered up in shaving cream. The guy did have a huge ego, but he was indeed was of the best looking of the clone models. A thought crossed Travis’s mind just as Flame’s straight blade made the first past. He waited until the clone was cleaning off the blade in the pan of water. “Must be hard for a gorgeous clone like you to be celibate until your human’s of age.”

The Sunstreaker clone almost let it slip that he WASN’T celibate, but he snapped his dental plates together before it happened. “You could say that,” he instead replied. Making sure that he stayed relatively vague on the topic!

Travis sighed as he made another pass with the blade. “I know how you feel bud. So many beautiful women around us, and too damned young to pursue!” He tried to ignore the throb of his balls when he said that. God it sucked being a man! Blue balls were the worse form of torture ever thought up! Once again, he found himself musing if God had really been a woman? After all, why would a MALE creator cause men to suffer like this? Had to be a woman….

Flame glanced at him as he rinsed off the blade again. Was Travis hinting at something? “Jane and Ashley are fully mature, why don’t you get with one of them?” he asked as he made another pass along the man’s jawline.

He chuckled; the clone just didn’t have a clue did he? The only way he’d go after a young college girl was if SHE approached him! Trying it the other way around just set up an old man for a failure! “He, he, he! Maybe they’d look at me IF I was the only man left. But until the ash settles and we start moving the unit – we just won’t know.” He gave Flame a wink. “They’d just call me a perverted old man if I approached any of them.”

Wiping off the blade again, Flame arched an optic ridge up, making a point to scan the man with his optics. “For your age group, you would be considered a top prize.”

“Like you said – for my age group. No college girl’s gonna go for an old man like me – unless he’s rich. He, he, and money don’t matter in this world now!” Travis curled up one side of his mouth into a wry grin. His eyes roved over the shimmering clone. Yes, he thought he could actually do him. And maybe it’d help both of them out.

Flame wiped off the man’s face and handed him the mirror. Busying himself with the task of cleaning off his tools and storing them, he turned away for a second. But his optics still drifted over the man’s muscular physique. So Travis assumed he was celibate because Torie was ‘too young’? Hmmmm, it was so easy to pull one under their noses! But did the man’s statements concerning his own apparent ‘lack of female action’ mean that he was hinting at them satisfying each other? Flame was still musing over these possibilities, when the heavy canvas flap of the tent’s entrance parted…

“You’re right Travis, he did turn out quite exceptional with that new paint,” Spock noted. His red optics scanned over Flame’s gleaming chassis as he pointedly walked around him.

Sticking his olfactory sensor up in the air, Flame smirked at the Hook clone. But he couldn’t help but be totally pleased that the clone was admiring him. “What can I say? I’m perfection.”

Spock’s lips curled up in an arrogant smirk. “Reeeeaaaaallllyyyyy? Perfection with active pleasure programming – stuck in a minor’s tent,” he snickered. His red optics flashed in total amusement at the thought of the golden clone having to masturbate to satisfy himself. What a beautiful vision indeed! He had been right in approaching Travis with his little idea. Charge, Clipper and himself might be too masculine for the man – but there was a possibility that he’d find Flame more to his liking. Spock really didn’t care, as long as he was included in said action.

Once again, Flame had to bite back his comment about ‘getting some’ in Torie’s tent. Instead, he simply shrugged. “I’ll get her, when she’s old enough,” he bragged.

Travis set his hands on the clone. He felt his crotch tingle the more he looked at the clone. Yes, he was positive that he could indeed fuck the clone. Flame was gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous! It was a waste of a good pleasure program not to make use of it. He heard Flame’s engine idle faster as he ran his fingers along his gleaming side. “I’m sure you will. A gorgeous clone like yourself would have no problem getting the girls.” He pulled the clone tightly to him. “But what about until then Flame? Will you stay celibate, even knowing that so many of us would be willing to – satisfy – you?”

Flame’s engine roared as Travis boldly took his lips. The man was so strong, so confident, so powerful… His olfactory sensors filled with the sweet masculine smell of the man. He felt the bulge grow a bit in the man’s pants as he ground his pelvis into his codpiece. He felt other hands rove over his chassis. Sliding over his tail pipes… Rimming his port access panels… With a hum, his interface networks fully activated. The familiar sound giving his desire away….

He ran his hands over the corded muscles of the man’s back. Slowly going down as he tasted his mouth.. His hands drifting to his ass.. Such a firm, tight ass! The Sunstreaker clone couldn’t help himself. Travis was showing such obvious interest.. And he had such a tempting ass… Slipping his hands under the sweat pants, he shivered as he felt the hot smooth skin of those firm cheeks under his fingers… His entire chassis began to hum ever louder..

“Sounds to me like you need a little release,” Spock whispered in his audios. Then he knelt down, nipping and kissing those closed panels… His digits sliding between the trembling clone’s legs… Rubbing… Teasing… No, the Hook clone knew he wasn’t going to actually interface with the golden clone. He and Travis had already made a deal about this. If Travis thought he could fuck him, he got it. And Spock would get a blowjob for his reward. Looking at the golden clone lip-locked with his human, Spock decided he’d love to have those clone lips wrapped around his cable.

He couldn’t stop himself. His pleasure programs took all control away from his meta! Moaning into Travis’s mouth, he squeezed that muscular ass as soft clicks filled the air. His entire chassis shuddered in absolute pleasure as Spock’s glossa entered him… Explored him…

“Mggppphhhhttt!” his muffled gasp filled the tent. Clone lips surrounded his aft port. Sucking with just the right suction… He shivered, spreading his legs a little more, he arched out his rump, exposing his forward port to the clone’s attentions. He’d never had anyone eat him out like this! Never had this kind of attention! With a muffled yelp, he felt digits enter his aching, dripping depths.. Just as a glossa probed into his aft port.. Travis ground his hardening crotch against him then, causing Flame to almost jump in shock. His cable pressing against his codpiece with need…

With a slight whir and a few clicks, he released his cable and pressurized it to ‘average’ dimensions.. A clone hand surrounded him almost immediately. Spock having no problem with adding a little stroking along with his port eating… Flame felt a wave of heat wash over him… His knee linkages felt weak.. Sure Jester and Storm had been great last night – but it was nothing compared to this!!! He slipped his fingers between Travis’s cheeks.. Rimming his anus lightly with a finger.. His intakes gasped for air.. His systems heating up fast…

Travis grinned into the kiss. The heat spike and hum emanating from the golden clone’s chassis told him that he was all his now. He felt the heated throb as his cock strained against the confines of his pants. He needed the release… Needed it so bad… When Flame’s finger touched his ass, he knew it was time. With a dominating growl, he broke away from the golden clone’s lips.

Expecting the motion, Spock moved smoothly to the air mattress. Grabbing the stunned clone’s shoulder guns and dragging him with him. Before he’d even sat down, his cable was extended and pressurized. He sat down hard on top of Flame’s arms, pinning him with his face plate positioned just above his ready shaft.

“What the?!?’ Flame stammered in total surprise. He thought to struggle, but he was pinned! He felt the strong man force his legs to curl underneath his belly armor. Forcing his aft into the air, his ports totally exposed….

The Hook clone took the opportunity of the clone’s open mouth. His hands on the back of Flame’s helm, he forced the clone to swallow his cable. Effectively stopping any further questions.. “Suck me Flame, Mmmmmmm, God…” He looked down at the golden helm. At the clone’s face plate as his cable disappeared in his mouth. A memory echo flashed over him. Of Sunstreaker’s mouth being raped by his spike. The mech struggling in the grip of his gestalt members…

Spock glanced up at Travis as the man freed his enormous shaft and began to rim the trembling clone’s forward port. But instead of a human, the Constructicon clone’s memory echo super-imposed Bonecrusher’s eager maw. His engine roared as he bucked into Flame’s mouth.. His cable going all the way up to the base…. “Streaker.. A slaggin’ gorgeous mouth like yours – needs to be filled!” he growled. His optics seemingly looking beyond reality now.. No longer seeing a clone with his lips wrapped around him – but the real mech. The real mech who didn’t want to do this… A sense of overwhelming victory filled him.. The emotion of the real Hook when the act had happened so long ago…

Flame struggled a bit, but froze as he felt the tip of an organic cable teasing the entrance of his forward port. His port filling with that ache… That want to feel penetration by a real cock… His glossa worked over the cable moving in-and-out of his mouth. He didn’t really want to be doing this to Spock. The Constructicon wasn’t as ugly as Storm by any means, but he still wasn’t exactly Flame’s ‘type’. But obviously Travis wanted him too! Confusion filled him then… Why had the man decided to force him like this? He would’ve done Travis willingly! He felt the man slide his dick along the top of his aft armor. Fingers diving into his port, taking lubrication from him to spread over the cock….

The man stroked himself a few more times. His dick pressing against that nice golden aft… Reaching down, he forced two fingers into the clone’s port. It was tight in there! But his dick throbbed with so much want… He had to get some release! Clones could handle more than women… Thrusting his fingers in-and-out of Flame, he forced three, then four into him…

The golden clone screamed in shock as he was fisted. But his screams went unheard since his throat was full of Spock’s cable. His port had only been used once! And that had just been last night. He was still slightly sore from that stretching… Pain filled him as the man thrust his entire hand inside him again and again.. Flame spread his legs further apart.. Not knowing why Travis was forcing him to stretch so far.. His entire chassis started to shudder with each thrust inside him.. His lubricant systems releasing more and more lubricant.. His valve stretching to accommodate..

Travis thrust his fist into the shuddering clone again-and-again. His passion overriding his common sense… “You want it Flame… Don’t you?.. You like my fist.. God damn you’re gorgeous.. Your pussy wants me.. ” he growled to him. Pumping his throbbing cock with one hand, he continued to fist the golden clone with the other. His entire hand disappearing into that tight, wet port.. Where his cock would soon follow.. That eager port was calling him, begging to be filled…

Flame shook with each thrust. His intakes gasping for air as Spock forced his cable in-and-out of his mouth. The smooth ridges of the clone’s cable went over his glossa. His saliva production increasing, just as his port lubrication increased… His audios picked up both of their growled words… Did he want them? He didn’t really know to be honest… But his internal temperature continued to rise.. As his port and his mouth were forced to accept their attentions…

With a dominating snarl, Travis pulled his fist out of the clone. For a second, he considered that quivering open port.. It was so beautiful.. So tight.. So ready as lubricant dripped out of it, running down the insides of those golden legs.. With a snarl, he plunged his throbbing shaft deep within it.. His incredible length and width being even greater than that of his fist.. So big, that he’d had women refuse upon seeing it… But this was a clone port. A port designed to handle both large and small men.. Gripping Flame’s golden hips with a painful grasp.. He forced the clone to take his entire length. Thrusting in and out of him with a passion that he’d always had to tame with women..

His optics went wide in total disbelief as the man’s cock entered him.. He’d just thought that the fisting hurt! Now he understood why the guy HAD fisted him! The organic spike was enormous! He groaned in his meta as he continued to suck on Spock’s cable. His valve being stretched far beyond it’s specifications.. Travis thrust into him again-and-again. His cock going so deep that Flame swore it was hitting his very core!

His legs began to tremble as he spread them even further. The hum of his chassis getting louder and louder… His valve slowly stretched to accommodate the enormous size of the dick that was impaling him.. Steam began to flow off his armor in the chilled air as his heat spiked.. He sucked hard on the cable in his mouth. Trying to get his systems to cool down.. To focus on something other than the burn in his port..

But it began to feel – good…

Began to feel – right… Being impaled on the unbelievably large cock..

He began to eagerly devour the cable in his throat. His meta now registering pleasure from Travis’s thrusts deep within him. For so long he’d been taught that it was shameful to have ports… Shameful to want them filled.. And now.. Now everyone seemed to want to fill that need within him!

Travis slapped the flat of his hand on the clone’s aft. “AHHHH YEEESSS! TAKE IT ALL!” he growled. He allowed Spock to take his lips as they both leaned over the gasping golden clone who was swallowing both of them… Pleasuring both of them..

The Hook clone desperate to feel his human’s want.. To feel his need even as the other satisfied it. He dove his glossa into his man’s mouth, devouring his tongue. Dancing along his calcium teeth… As he bent forward, he moved one of his hands off the back of Flame’s helm, reaching under the trembling clone.. Curling his fingers around his cable.. Stroking gently.. Maybe he’d eventually feel that inside him? Maybe…

Freeing his lips from Spock’s, Travis bit the armor on Flame’s back. His thrusts into him now even and sure… He’d always wanted a woman that could handle his size… Most of the time he could tell that they’d just wanted him to hurry up and finish. But this gorgeous clone… He was cooling down. He was enjoying being impaled on his cock! “I knew you’d love it Flame.. I knew you’d want it!” he whispered into the trembling clone’s audios. He heard a muffled moan in reply.. His slaps on his aft armor became caresses..

But he wanted this to last longer than merely five minutes! There were so many things having a dick his size had kept him from. Perhaps Flame could handle anal sex? Travis had always dreamed of doing that. But ten inches had kept that fantasy from happening. Stopping his thrusts, he nestled his most of his cock within that wonderful tight port. Mentally calming his sac to slow down, to wait, to enjoy…. Inserting a finger into Flame’s tight aft port, he began to pump it in-and-out. Soon, he had two fingers in him… Stretching him.. Lubing him up..

Flame had just finally relaxed and begun enjoying the pleasure of his forward port stretching with that huge spike, Spock’s gentle stroking of his cable making him swoon with the intensity of the combined sensations… When Travis stopped his motions… Flame wanted to moan in dismay; he’d been so close to overloading! Please, please Travis start up again! He bucked against the man, encouraging him to resume his thrusts. But instead of what he desired, he felt fingers enter his aft. He tensed as the man forced one then two fingers inside him.

Jester had pressurized his cable to be slightly smaller than average when he had penetrated him last night. And it had hurt then. He didn’t know how he’d handle Travis! His engine choked as fear filled his core. His spark fluttering in a mixture of elation and trepidation… He sucked hard on Spock’s cable, looking up at the Hook clone. His blue optics meeting those crimson orbs… Orbs that were clouded over in memories – memories that weren’t the clone’s own… “Streaker… Ahhhh… that’s it… Suck me..” Spock moaned, his fingers gripping Flame’s audio panel tightly, not allowing him to escape… His other fingers pumping Flame’s cable…

His optics flashed at the name of ‘Streaker’, his consciousness feeling like it was tumbling down an abyss… Travis forced three fingers into his aft port, stretching him further. His large cock sitting within his forward port, moving just slightly… The too-full feeling causing Flame to moan inside.. His optics clouded over. The vision of being battered, beaten, left on the battlefield as the battle raged elsewhere. Of green armor underneath him.. Impaling him on an unwanted spike… Of Hook forcing him to swallow his ejaculate… The warm oil going down his throat.. Just as MixMaster shoved his large spike into his tail pipes…

Flame gasped as the memory echo left him. His aft port now being pummeled by Travis’s hand… His chassis shook as his port sensors sought to overwhelm his meta.. Crashing waves of conflicting emotions raged over his networks.. His muffled scream flowing over the cable in his mouth.. But Spock kept him on the edge.. Even as Travis moved his cock and plunged into his aft, his chassis hummed with want as the Constructicon clone stroked his cable..

Pain mixed with pleasure….

Fire mixed with the cool wave of every stroke of Spock’s hand…

Suddenly, his hands were free! The Hook clone spinning himself underneath him. Before Flame could pause to consider his new freedom, lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft. He screamed in total ecstasy before dropping his head to swallow Spock’s cable again. His chassis humming loudly, the hum now matched by the chassis under him…. The glossa flicking along his length.. His aft port tearing slightly as Travis pummeled him mercilessly.

He was nearing his breaking point; Travis could feel the clone heating up to a high temperature. Pulling out of that tight aft port, he thrust into that dripping forward port. Driving his cock hard into him… Harder than he’d ever dare with a woman… He watched the golden helm going frantically up and down… Heard the sucking sound beneath him as Spock pleasured Flame equally…

“AAHHHHH TAAAKKKEEE IIIITTTT ALLLL!!!” Travis grunted as he felt the rush.. The pulsation of his testicles… The flow of hot semen through his throbbing cock.. He jerked as he emptied all of his sexual frustrations into the eager port..

Flame’s optics went white in bliss as he felt the wash of heat in his port.. The rush of fluid that spoke of male satisfaction.. With a final suck, he began to shut down. His energy field expanding and contracting in a powerful burst of raw power….

It washed over the quivering and bucking green/purple clone beneath him. The Hook clone having fended off his impending overload for much longer than he’d thought possible.. But the wash of the strong spark field caused his weak new spark to jump in response… Flowing through his systems and overwhelming his already overwhelmed meta… With a final gasp, he went limp in overload…

The clone collapsed underneath him. And Travis went with him. Gasping for breath as he emptied every drip of semen into him… Trembles of shivering pleasure washed over him, as he thrust a couple more times.. Enjoying the almost unbearable feel of the tight port on his oversensitized softening member…. “Damn Flame… Damn…” he whispered as he allowed himself to go limp for a few moments…

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Flame’s chassis hummed in pleasure as the soft buffing rag went over his inner thigh armor again. Throwing his helm back against the air mattress, he sighed in bliss. His entire chassis felt like soft rubber right now. Every linkage so loose and wobbly that he doubted he could even walk. Between the action he’d gotten last night, and then today, he was in total heaven… And now the handsome man was cleaning him off with gentle and loving hands..

He smiled a dazed smile at Travis. “Th… Thank you..” he whispered. He felt too loose and weak to clean his own armor up. It was such a good feeling! But he couldn’t stand for his beautiful new paint job to have the slightest smudge… And after everything they’d just done, he knew he had been far beyond just ‘smudges’. It was so nice that Travis seemed to understand him. Wanted to take care of him – after he’d taken care of the man’s ‘needs’.. So different from his life back with Britney.. She’d just have thrown him out of her room and told him to go fucking clean his own self up!

Travis smiled at the golden clone laid out on his air mattress. “After what you gave me, I owe you a good buff – don’t I?” he quipped. The humorous gleam back in his eyes... For the first time in weeks, he felt truly relaxed again. It was amazing what a little ‘pressure release’ did for a guy! And it was all thanks to this golden clone. He was sure hoping that it would become a reasonably regular occurrence. After all, poor Flame wasn’t getting any action in his tent either – so they both needed a little release.

Flame rolled over on his belly armor, spreading his legs a bit more so that Travis could get all the traces of their ‘fun’ off of his aft armor. He nuzzled the man’s pillow. His armor tingling in pleasure at the feel of the soft buffing rag sliding slowly over him… “Mmmmmm, feels good.. So where’d Spock go off to?” Not that he really cared about the Constructicon clone. Those weird memory echoes involving the guy and his gestalt – haunted him a bit.. No, he was actually glad that it was just Travis cleaning him up.. He’d do the man again and again if it meant this kind of attention to his finish!!

“The scavenging team came back, and since their intake systems were all full of ash and stuff – they called him to assist the medic squad,” Travis explained. He rubbed the rag over the clone’s closed aft port panel. Mmmmm, what a nice tight aft port he had. “You feeling ok? I know I’m kind’ve large.” He realized that in his lust he’d gotten a little carried away and he hoped he hadn’t hurt the clone. He wanted more of him in the future!

The golden clone shifted a little bit. He had to admit, he was a bit sore inside his ports. But nothing his internal repair systems wouldn’t have fixed in the next day cycle. “Little sore, but a good sore,” he admitted. He glanced over his shoulder armor at the man, taking in his rugged good looks. Yes, he’d do him again.

“So here you are!” Jester quipped as he poked his head in the open flap. Drips of water still cascaded slowly down his face plate, since he hadn’t even paused to dry off after rinsing the ash from his armor. He’d noticed his twin missing from the team of sorters and gotten worried, so had gone looking for him as quickly as he could!

He scanned the interior of the tent, noting the positions of its occupant. His sharp optics easily spotting the smudges of lubrication smeared along his twin’s tail pipes. With the man buffing them off, it was obvious they’d been up to something! “Here I go on a scavenging mission, and you go and fuck the one man we left!” he teased his brother. No, he wasn’t mad. He was too much a player with various humans himself to be mad. He’d just wished that Flame had shared the man.

“Well, let’s just say, I attacked your brother myself,” Travis replied with a wink. He patted Flame’s tail pipes while he gave Jester a wink. “Felt sorry for the guy. You know, getting stuck with a minor and all. Figured I’d help him out.”

“Well, we, ugggggg!” Jester coughed as Flame frogged his thigh with a well-aimed fist. He glanced down at his twin’s gleaming optics, realizing with a slight darkening shade of his face plate, that he’d almost given the ‘family secret’ away. Swiftly changing his expression, he gave Travis a big smile. “Well, uh, next time – why don’t you help ME out too?”

Travis extended his hand as he finished up with Flame. “Deal!” His eyes scanned Jester’s frame as they briefly gripped hands, his mind already asking himself if he could do the red clone as easily as he’d done his twin…. Perhaps….

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Flame leaned on Jester for balance as they made their way back to their crib. He was exhausted, and couldn’t wait to lie down on his own air mattress for a good defrag cycle. But it was a good type of exhaustion. The type that felt totally fulfilling. He was wanted by many here… Valued by all the humans for his various abilities! And they appreciated his gorgeous paint job.. Life was good…

“Psssttt! So is it true?” Jester whispered to him as they lay down together.

“What?” Flame rolled onto his side. His optics dimming as he relaxed.

“That Travis really is hung like a slaggin’ horse?” the Sideswipe clone asked. He curled a hand over his golden twin as the exhausted clone snuggled tight to him and used his hood for a pillow. He wasn’t the least bit jealous that Travis had slagged him. In fact, it felt good to know that his brother attracted the humans like moths to a lamp. It’d make life a lot more entertaining than it had been with TC!

“Bigger.” Was all the answer he got. Silence filled the tent as Flame’s optics darkened and he drifted off into his dreams…

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Note: Well this smexy scene went from three paragraphs – to EIGHT pages… Just kept thinking off areas that needed further detail… If you, ahem, enjoyed it – please give me two seconds of your time and leave a ‘hell yea’ or ‘Too fucking weird!’ or something. Maybe my next smexy scene will end up ten pages long then? … **snicker** (Poor Rumble.. He’s in the one I’m working on…)
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