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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 Part 3**

**An Arc within New Era. Runs concurrently with Eve Spark arc**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Torie came into the medical area, her expression one of worry as she listened to the three chopper clones hacking and gasping for air. They were each laid out on an exam table. Their frontal armor plates taken off - and medics were working to flush their intake systems of the fine ash. Sitting on chairs with the other medics working on them, were the remaining clone and one mech that had accompanied the choppers on today’s scavenging mission. Jester having already trotted off to the showers for a rinse…

The teen walked up to her friend. Setting her hand on one of his grimy dull green lower legs, she winced every time he hacked up more ash. “Is he going to be ok bro?” she asked the bright yellow medic. Part of her wished that it wasn’t this particular medic with his hands inside Storm. She just didn’t like Speed. He was one of the most annoying clones in the entire unit!

Speed snorted as he connected the pressure line to the gasping Combaticon’s main intake valve. “Yah, be better if the freagin’ loser would just learn not to fly behind the other slaggers. But I guess he likes eatin’ their exhaust along with fuckin’ ash!” He gave Storm an almost evil smirk as he turned on the compressor. The poor Vortex hybrid jerked as his systems were forcefully blown out with a mixture of cleaning solution and air. “Give ‘im five minutes of this, an he’ll be good as new. For what that’s worth,” Speed snickered as he walked off to put his tools away.

**Hack, hack** “You’re a piece of slag,” **Hack, hack** “You know that Speed?” Rumble snorted in between his coughs. He was glad that he wasn’t a flyer, hadn’t had to pull so much of the polluted air through his systems! So even though he was also clogged up – he could still talk enough to insult the diode.

“Shut up Rumble, and intake some of this,” McCoy said. He gave the mech a cuff on his helm as he shoved the altered scuba gear in front of him. Petri had come up with this new ‘portable intake system cleanse’ idea, and had built it with Jinx’s help. He just hoped it worked like it was supposed to. But at least the inventor’s work had been checked over by the scientist. Gave it a better shot at working!

He glanced over at the ever-cheerful Jinx. Who was currently checking Clipper’s systems. Part of him wondered just why he was so attracted to a clone who messed up as much as he repaired. His optics drifted down to his tail pipes, causing his interface nets to stir. Jerking them up and back to his annoying mech patient, McCoy gave up rationalizing his attraction to the Wheeljack clone. He was just attracted, that was that…

With a sly glance at the Ratchet clone, Rumble kicked out at Speed. His ped connected solidly with the yellow aft, even as he grabbed the offered mouth piece from McCoy. The annoying Drag Strip clone was optic-balling Clipper! And there was no way that he wanted THAT clone’s hand on his soon-to-be piece-of-aft! He and the yellow clone exchanged a glare as the mech shoved the scuba mouthpiece into his oral cavity with a self-satisfied smirk.

“I got this one,” McCoy said as he moved next to Jinx. He glanced back over his white shoulder at the Drag Strip clone. Easily spotting the fingers that were now starting to curl into fists; he decided to nullify the situation. “I heard they found a coke machine on the last run. Why don’t you go and snag the med squad our share?”

“Yes, before they all disappear!” Doc exclaimed from the other side. The First Aid clone gave Speed a pleading smile.

“I agree. You know how greedy TC can be with those,” Spock added. The Hook clone finished up with the Mirage clone he was working on. With a slight push, he nodded for the now grey-colored clone to go and rinse his armor. The tedious task of cleaning the humans ECE suits came next, so Spock knew he’d be very busy for a while. They had to be cleaned of every last speck of dust – and the Hook clone knew that he was the only one capable of that level of efficiency!

“Those losers better fuckin’ leave us some! Or I’m gonna so kick every single fly boy’s slag eatin’ a….f….ttttt….” Speed’s commentary on what he was going to so do to his cousins if his squad didn’t get their fair share, trailed off as he transformed and zoomed over to the pile of salvaged supplies on the far side of the hangar.

“He’s so predictably obnoxious; you gotta admit it’s funnier than hell to mess with him!” Jinx snickered. Reaching next to Clipper, he patted the young Decepticon on his leg armor. He’d wanted to kick Speed’s aft a few times himself, but it was nice that the mech had done it for him. McCoy would hit them both upside their helms, if two medics got into it like that!

He noticed the way Rumble was glancing at the prone Clipper. The possessive gleam in his optics was unmistakable. This made it obvious to anyone that bothered to notice, that the mech had some interest in the Apache Squadron leader. Jinx arched up an optic ridge as he considered this possibility. Since everyone knew that the clone leader had forbid Rumble to approach any of his men until the mech admitted that he was lonely to him. But surely Clipper could handle the young mech. Keep him in line..

Rumble smirked with the scuba mouthpiece still in his mouth. He boldly met the Wheeljack clone’s blue optics, silently pleased that at least someone seemed to agree with him. As the medic went back to his work on Clipper, the red mech fell into his thoughts… He took a deep intake of the cleaning solution, twitching at the uncomfortable sting of it as it dissolved the ash buildup. He felt like the clones were starting to accept him. Most of them treated him as an equal. So unlike his days back on the Nemises! Strange warmth spread through him. A strange feeling of contentment…

His optics narrowed a bit as his thoughts continued. The rush of air into his systems now less impeded as the flush progressed. Was he getting soft hanging around these clones?!? Was it making him less of a mech?!? What would his fellow Decepticons think of all this? Did he really even care anymore? After all, the bastards had left him here to rust! Those taunts of ‘fucking fleshies’ still rang in his audios. But HE hadn’t fucked the fleshie damn-it! Well, not in the way that THEY had kept dogging him about it… It was all slaggin’ Frenzy’s idea.. All Frenzy’s fault! And Rumble had had to deal with the bestiality jokes.. Quite frankly, he had been kind’ve glad that his aft had been ditched by that freagin’ Seeker. He was tired of the jokes…

Clipper’s chassis jerked a bit as the cleaning solution flowed through his systems. His movement brought Rumble out of his silent musings. The con glanced at his squadron leader. At the clone who’d approached him against Scream’s wishes. Who had pleasured him. Who had made it obvious that he’d more than welcome future advances from him.. Without thinking about how pathetically ‘Autobot’ his actions were, Rumble curled his digits around one of the clone’s pedes. Gently rubbing the grimy surface as if to comfort the clone as he suffered through the cleaning process….. For the first time, Rumble actually felt .. valued… by some one.

Torie grinned as she watched the emotions pass over the red mech’s face plate. In many ways, she felt he was somehow a kindred spirit. An unwanted soul fighting the world to just try and live… Yes, that’s how she’d felt all her life. And watching the Decepticon as his burning optics flamed down while he rubbed his squad leader’s armor, made her realize what had happened within herself. Just like Rumble, she’d found acceptance in the company of the clones.

She turned her eyes from the mech. A flash of the thought of: ‘will he stay with them like I will?’ Went through her mind, and rudely thrown from it just as quickly.. Did it really matter if the mech stayed or left when the mechs came back? The lesson he was learning would last, just as it would last with her. The lesson of acceptance… Of loyalty…

She smiled at Storm as he shuddered. The deep swishing of the cleaner resounding like bellows as it jetted through his systems. Yes, Storm was loyal. The most loyal…

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He gave her a tired smile of gratitude. Torie happily chattering away as she soaped up his grimy armor… But then the shock of the cold water as it streamed over his prone form caused him to curl his digits in reaction. God! The water must be forty degrees now! The rinse was done in an instant. Leaving a little residue that they’d have to buff off later, but with the limited water supply – they just couldn’t spare much.

With a shiver, Storm obediently flipped over onto his belly armor. The girl now working on his top side and rotors.. Her hands felt wonderful as they slid in and around his primary servos. The electrical warmth of stimulation flowed over his grids. His pleasure programs now engaged. Now trying to lift the fog of exhaustion from his limbs… Storm smiled behind his battle mask, enjoying the sweet sound of her chattering as he lay there silently under her hands.

Finally finished with the basic cleaning, Storm staggered to his pedes. He swayed a bit as she ran a beach towel over him. But no complaints left his lip components. His exhaustion was because he had helped scavenge for supplies. Supplies that kept his human healthy and fed… Like the human males of ancient times, he was providing for his mate. And a sense of pride filled him at the thought of a mission well done. Now his ‘mate’ was taking care of his needs. It was as it should be… As it would always be…

Dried off, he slowly followed her back to their crib. His pedes treading heavily on the concrete hangar floor, the tip-tap ringing through the expansive hangar that was their home… Their protection against the hell that was now their world.… In his meta he saw one thing. The one thing he most wanted right now. The comfort of his air mattress with his human snuggled tightly against him. Yes, he could go for a good defrag. He could almost taste it..

Torie held open the flap for Storm as the clone fell to his knees and crawled inside. He looked so tired. It was like a man coming home from a long day’s work. With a smile, she followed him inside and zipped it shut. Yes, she felt almost like a loving housewife. Like a woman taking care of her man. And it was a good feeling indeed!

As she moved towards the air mattress she shared with Storm, she glanced over at the other air mattress. The twins were curled up together. Their face plates peaceful as they defragged in each other’s arms… Torie had to admit; they looked so right together. They were a perfect match! Moving over to them, she whispered ‘good night’ and kissed each one on top of his helm. They were HER family weren’t they? So she felt she should treat them as such. It just felt – right.

“Lie on your back. Lemme get your front buffed at least,” Torie ordered softly. She pushed Storm down, grabbing up some of Flame’s buffing rags as she did so. Surely he wouldn’t mind.

“I’m fine, it can wait,” Storm half-heartedly argued. But he fell back on the air mattress with a contented sigh. His optics glittered as Torie began to finish the cleanup job. It felt good to be her sole focus. The clone that she’d chosen to help to cleanup… He shot a side glance at the defragging form of the red clone before turning his attention back on what Torie was doing. Jester had been just as grimy, but he hadn’t gotten her attention! A tired but thoroughly smug smile crossed the Onslaught hybrid’s lips behind his battle mask. Obviously appearance meant nothing to HIS human - only substance mattered!

She leaned over him, her arms circling his neck. His battle mask split and slid inside his helm with a few soft clicks and whirs, the girl no longer even needing to ask. In a smooth motion, she took his lips. Her tongue slipping inside, gently toying with his glossa before sliding along his dental plates… The kiss was brief and sweeter than a Dr Pepper! And she finished off with a light peck on his warmed lips. “Thank you Storm for bringin’ back the stuff we need,” she whispered.

Commanding his exhausted limbs to move, the Onslaught/Vortex clone touched her arms with a gentle caress. “Just doing my job, providing for you and the others.” None-the-less he swelled up in masculine pride.

“Mmmmmm, so brave facing the ash,” she replied. Turning her head slightly, she kissed the sensitive curve of his neck. “Yes, mmmm, my strong man.”

Her warm breath caressed his metal, warming him. Causing wild impulses to fly through his grids… Her lips… Her soft, young lips.. Tracing his armor as she slowly moved downward. He arched up as she licked at the seams of his core access panel. His weak spark fluttering wildly. Sensing the nearness of the minute biological electrical impulses of her… His meta keyed to her every movement, her every twitch..

She tapped on his latches. Immediately, the sounds of soft clicks and the latch releasing met her ears. Sliding her fingers under the open panel, she felt the tingle of his weak spark around her fingers. “Does this feel good?” she whispered as she nipped his armor.

Good? It felt freagin’ INCREDIBLE! “Mmmmmm,” he moaned. He tried to give her a happy smile, but it came out as more of an exhausted grin. Unlike humans, he didn’t have a ‘second wind’ to tap into. He was mentally and physically exhausted. No use to her in that way. “But I’m too depleted Torie, I can’t….” He didn’t finish his sentence. He wanted their ‘first time’ to be special. To be something that would blow her mind away..

“Shhhhh, let me show you how I treat my homeboy,” Torie purred. Tapping her fingers across his lips, she stopped any further argument…. “Just lie there and enjoy it bro.”

Sliding her hand out of his chest, Torie slid down his air frame. She kissed and nipped at his seems as she went. Her thick lips curled into a mischievous grin as the exhausted clone trembled and moaned under her kisses. He was better than ANY of those punks back at the school. They never reacted like this!

Storm gasped for more air to cool his rising temperature. It felt like shocks of pure ecstasy were emanating from her very lips! He jerked and trembled as his interface networks fully engaged. His cable pressing against its panel… His ports filling with lubricant.. He didn’t know what she was going to do. She knew his systems were too exhausted for him to do much.. “Ahhhhhh.” His ponderings ended abruptly, for she had just nipped a really sensitive spot!

Torie slid down, nibbling on the edges of the panel covering his cable. She watched as steam began to rise from the creases of his sunken in pink armor plating. Her fingers slid sensuously along the insides of his thighs, squeezing gently… Playfully… “Give me your cable,” she whispered. Biting down lightly on the armor as it slid to the side, she watched in fascination as the limp, black rubber cable rolled out. Reaching her hand out, her fingers curled around it, running along its ridges.

Sure she’d seen and touched their cables the night before hand. But this time it was different. This time it was all hers! No other clones awake to want to share. Just her and Storm now…. Her time to explore his cassis… All of it… Every single square inch of it! For fun she licked the thicker end of his limp member. Holding back a giggle as his chassis jumped a bit. This was too fun.. Way too much fun!

“Dimensions?” Storm gasped. Turning his head, he bit into a pillow. He knew he had to muffle his moans, or the adults would hear. Would come charging in and stop their fun. That’s the last thing he wanted to happen! Torie’s touch felt so good. He never wanted it to end…

“Mmmmm,” she replied. Her mouth now full of limp cable… She watched him jump and jerk, biting his own hand now in order to muffle his moans. Pulling back she tickled the end again with the tip of her tongue. “Just average, but fill it reeeeaaaaallllll slow.”

His systems screamed at him to force the pressure in full throttle. To pressurize to her specifications in the blink of an optic! He fought to keep control. Trying desperately to pressurize very, very slowly – just as she desired… As he pressurized, his sensitivity increased tenfold. His sensors along his length sending waves of disorientingly incredible sensations as the girl sucked him in-and-out of her mouth!

Biting down harder on his hand, he stifled his own scream. Shivers went through his chassis as he began to buck against her. He tried to keep from glancing down at the angel swallowing his cable. Knowing without question that if he saw her, it’d be all over… But he couldn’t help it. As he arched up to her tongue tickling his terminal end, his visual centers went wild. His angel… His dark-skinned African Princess.. Opening her thick sweet lips… His length disappearing within.. Her dark eyes locking with his… Lust filling them as she watched him approach overload…

The addition of the visual stimulation was too much for his meta to take. His entire chassis began to emit a low hum. Like a swarm of bumblebees landing on the same flower. The flower of first love… Of first desire… A tremble accompanied the increasing hum. His glossa tasting his own insulation as his dental plates tore the surface of his hand… His optics rolled back. Then began to darken as he began to go limp… A series of soft clicks accompanying as his circuit breakers clicked off as the overload sequence overcame his primary systems.

Torie let the taunt cable slide from her lips. Sitting up, she threw her legs over one of his, now positioning herself cradled between his spread legs. She watched him for a moment or two. Her hand still surrounding his pressurized member… Then with a few hisses, the pressure released. His cable going limp and zipping out of her hand as it was retracted back into the safety of his chassis.

“He must’ve been totally depleted to go straight to defrag like that,” a familiar voice commented.

Not terribly surprised by the audience, Torie glanced up. Meeting the brilliant blue orbs of her mentor clone, she gave him a half grin. “I hope bro can last longer than that when I make him all mine.” She cocked her head, figuring that the experienced clone would give her the scoop.

Jester turned on his side to face her, his humor-filled smile on his face plate. “Just like men, you got to train us to last,” he quipped. He shifted his chassis so that more of it came in contact with the golden clone behind him. For some reason it just felt – right – to be in physical contact with Flame.

Spinning around on her ass, Torie brought her legs down, lay on her belly, her upper body on top of Storm’s abdominal plates. Crossing her arms, she set her chin on top of them and locked eyes with the Sideswipe clone. “So how does a sister do that?” She liked Jester; he was frank and open about everything!

Grabbing the blanket that was lying in a crumpled heap between him and her, Jester grinned bigger as he effortlessly flipped it open and over her. “Keep doing what you’re doing, but go slower. He’ll learn to control his rpms that way.”

Torie gave him a thankful smile. As Storm had begun to cool down underneath her, she had begun to feel the chill in the air. Reaching up, she grabbed the pillow that Storm had tried to use to silence himself with at first. With a sigh, she fluffed it and set it under her head. It felt good to have his legs pressing on both her sides. Felt safe. Stretching her arm out from under her blanket, she held a fist out to Jester. “I’m glad you moved in the crib nigga,” she told him with a big smile.

He bumped her fist, his optics beaming in happiness. “Thanks for letting me.”

Pulling her hand back under the warmth of the blanket, she rubbed Storm’s hip armor. She waited as Jester pulled a blanket over himself and Flame and settled back down. “Jester? Why don’t you seem to have the urge to connect tight with a human?” She’d noticed that some of the clones seemed to almost hover around their humans, whereas others didn’t seem to need a human in the least. Age didn’t seem to be the factor, since both TC and Speed were the oldest of all the clones – and they were literally glued to their humans.

A thoughtful expression crossed Jester’s face plate as he considered the question. “You know, never thought about it. But I guess since TC’s the one who picked me out to begin with, I was kind’ve always like a third wheel with him and Sharon. They didn’t treat me bad or anything, but she was just his.” He pulled Flame’s arm over his side as he spoke. It felt good to have someone that he truly connected with. That HE had chosen to be with.

“So you never fucked Sharon?” Torie said. Disbelief colored her tone. Jester’d been with her for all those years, and she hadn’t done him?

“Nah, I did every now and then. But usually when we got into that, Sharon just gave me a BJ or Head. It was usually oral. TC just had more, well, rights to her like that, you know.” He cuddled harder against Flame. Now that he was actually talking about how the sexual relations had been with TC and Sharon, he realized that he truly hadn’t been fulfilled. Yah, going to those parties with Scream and being fixed up with different college girls had helped him overlook it. But he just really hadn’t gotten what he truly needed. A clone he could call his own – yet one that liked to party with other partners too! Flame seemed to be perfect in all ways the more he thought about it…

Yes it was weird to be learning what the old bitch did in the sack. But Torie had to know. Had to understand the clone who’d basically asked her to adopt him…. She knew Storm was the possessive type. The type that didn’t really want to share her affections in that way… So in a sense, he was like TC was. “So you didn’t get the emotional gyve that you needed from her. Why’d you want to come here then? I mean besides Flame you know. Storm probably won’t want to share me even as much as TC shared the old witch.”

Jester shrugged and gave her a wink. “To be honest, I’m a player. Just like Scream is. But he’s more like a freagin’ addict than a player,” he snickered. “But don’t tell him I said that.” He stretched a bit, making even more of his armor get in contact with the warm golden clone snuggled against his back. “And after what happened today, I know that Flame’s perfect for me. He’s a bit of a player too. I just want someone to call mine – but still try out new things, you feel me?”

Torie was following his words, and almost missed his reference. “What happened today?” she asked with a little suspicion in her tone. She’d known that every woman had ended up suckering the egomaniac into using his laser treatment on them. Had one of them gotten even more?!? How dare they! Without asking her first!

He chuckled. “I found him in Travis’s crib getting the scuffs buffed out.”

Her dark eyes flashed in rage. Flame was HERS! How dare the old motherfucker use him without at least making sure it was cool with her! “Travis fucked him!?! Why that god damn old perverted piece of…..”

“Nah, it aint’ like that.”

“Then what the hell was it like!?!” she snarled. She was going to so kick Travis’s ass over this. Navy Seal or not – she was going to kill that white piece of trash!

“Travis thinks we’re celibate because we’re with you. And well, he thinks we’re helping each other out. I get a piece next go around,” Jester explained.

“He what..???” She picked her jaw off the floor, realizing that the clones had kept the ‘family secret’. But did Jester really want to fuck that old graying pervert?!? “And you????”

Jester shrugged again, his grin back on his face plate. “Yep, thinks you’re still being a good girl,” he quipped with a conspiratorial wink. “And freager’s hung like a fucking horse!”

Holy shit! Jester sounded almost like an excited girl when he said that last part! “You really want his saggin’ dick???” she stammered in disbelief.

The red clone rolled onto his back armor and patted his golden twin. He looked up at the canvas roof of the tent with dreamy optics. “You know, I’ve had a lot of different cables and pussies. But I’ve never, ever had a true dick. Have you?”

Torie rolled her eyes. These clones were so similar, yet so different from humans. They longed for all three types of sex. They wanted men, women, and other clones. Would she ever get used to the way they thought?!? “Yah I have.”

Jester turned his optics back to her. “Really? So, tell me, what’s it like?”

The conversation went south from there…………

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Note: Well, not true smex. But still fun… If you enjoyed it, give me two seconds of your time for a ‘hell yah!’ before you lock your door.

BTW: I take pride in trying to make every single smex scene different! Now, the imagination is really rolling for the next installment of the Eve Sparks arc.. Can’t guarantee it’ll be up before the next one of this arc.. But Scream is headed over to confront Rumble soon – I just have to get the Rebellion arc to that same point so that they can rejoin briefly…
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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)