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Lost and Found - in more ways than one	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost and Found - in more ways than one
- 2-Reversed roles (humor, warped M/F)
- 1
- 2
*Lost and Found – part 2*

Lieutenant’s entire chassis was humming in barely contained excitement as he carried his human friend back to her bed. His façade on the other hand, was one of complete and total professionalism. That’s how a Prowl clone was supposed to be – was it not? Burning with passion inside – whether it be for work, war, or desire – but not a sign of it exposed on the outside. Control was the ultimate expression of logic – and logic was what that mech functioned for. Thus, it was what the majority of his clones functioned for as well.

Grimacing slightly as her swollen ankle touched the bed, Dawn put her hands back in order to support herself. Despite the generator-run central heat, there was always an unnatural chill to the air since the disaster had hidden the sun. She had always been very sensitive to the cold – so as a typical result she began to shiver a bit.

The black-and-white clone gave her a concerned look. “Are you uncomfortable at this temperature?” he inquired. Perhaps he should consult with the construction bots and discuss turning up the power to the heating system?

Chuckling, Dawn shook her head. “I’m just always cold without clothes on.”

“Oh,” that explained it. Hiding his disappointment behind a cool façade, he went over to the closet and opened the door. He would’ve preferred to have the experience of touching her bare skin during the coming lesson in kissing – but if it meant discomfort to her – well, he could wait for another time. Prowl clones were experts in the art of waiting for what they wanted; whether it was a perfect shot at an opponent – or other more private things.

The woman studied him. He was so tightly controlled with his emotions – well, except when he was pushed over the edge – so she had to read the smallest detail in order to figure out what he was feeling. She’d had many a closed-up pupil in the past with similar tendencies – she knew it wouldn’t take her long to figure him out. From his slightly rigid door wings, she guessed that he was hiding some disappointment. Go figure – virgin guy gets his first kiss by a naked woman, and now she’s gonna get dressed before she kisses him again. Easy to understand why he’d be harboring some silent disappointment. It was soooo cute!

“Underwear’s the bottom right basket, and grab me that blue sweat outfit that’s hanging up – would ya?” She smiled as he nodded and began to sift through her underwear drawer. Should she mess with him some more? Yeah, she didn’t see why not. “I’ve got an aqua silk pair in the bottom somewhere,” she encouraged.

His back to her, Lieutenant was able to hide his discomfort as he sorted through to find the described pair of underwear. It was like being in a lingerie store for the first time – with the girl you secretly admire staring at your back. Granted, it wasn’t a secret anymore. The woman had been too sharp witted for him to hide it from her. But going through women’s panties was a very uncomfortable thing for him. And just were in-the-hell was that aqua blue pair she had requested!?!

Dawn grinned as she watched him sort through, then resort through, then neatly stack up each pair of underwear as he again searched for the panties she had described. Ok, she’d never actually owned a pair that was aqua in color to be honest. But this was hysterical!

There simply was NO pair that was aqua in color! A frown covered his face plate for a split second, disappearing to nothingness as he turned his head to her. “I am unable to locate the preferred pair. Do you have a second preferrence?”

Oh, the control he had over his emotions – it was beautiful! Keeping her own face free from her internal snicker – she shrugged her shoulders. “You pick.”

He turned back to the neatly folded stacks of panties that he knelt in the middle of. Ok, this could be another one of her ‘tests’ like in the bathroom. If this was indeed a ‘test’ – he was determined to pass it. Which pair of panties to select? Hmmmm, his digits danced over the piles. Some were silky, which felt incredible to his sensitive skin alloys. Others were practical cotton. Nice – but not what he really wanted to see on her, or to hopefully get to touch. He pulled out a red lacy pair, liking the looks of them.

But then his optics fell on the described outfit she had requested. It was plain cotton - Made for comfort and practicality. He set the red pair back down on the pile. It wasn’t logical for her to wear lingerie under such a practical outfit. Yet, he didn’t want her to wear one of those cotton pairs during the coming lesson. His optics danced over the choices again. And finally – he found the perfect compromise! Picking up a black pair of panties – he studied them. They were designed to fit like the cotton ones, but were made from a silky-type material. Yes, practical AND sensual – these would work well. Standing up, he grabbed the hangar with the blue sweats and brought the items back to her.

Swinging her legs over, Dawn sat up and nodded for him to lay the clothes down next to her. “Good choice,” she complimented. Her smile widened as his door wings trembled so slightly that it was barely perceivable – yet his face remained emotionless. It was obvious he was thrilled that she was pleased.

“The match seemed most logical to me,” he explained as if it was nothing. But deep inside his core felt light. He seemed to have passed a test with her, which was good since he’d failed the first one rather miserably. So the score was now 1-to-1.

Throwing off the towel, Dawn grinned as she handed him the black panties to help her work over her swollen leg. “I think it’s better for you to focus on learning one thing at a time. That way you’ll do it well. Trying to experience too many things at once is never good.”

His engine tried to rev as he bent down in front of her nakedness again. This time he was able to focus, to control those damned pleasure programs. Carefully, he began to slide her bandaged ankle through the garment. “A very logical course of progressional education,” he agreed.

Was she teaching a clone – or Spock from StarTrek? No wonder the cracked-magazines had always rumored that Prowl-the-mech was on the outs with nearly every member of the Autobot clan. If he was anything like his clone here – then his tailpipes were locked tighter than a cork. No big deal – she’d get this clone to loosen up somehow. Reaching over, she grabbed the sweatshirt and threw it on. “I’ve found that the more logical you think you are – the more illogical your passion becomes,” she said as she poked her head out.

Sliding her panties up over her hips, Lieutenant looked up and scrunched his optic ridges together. “That is highly improbable,” he replied. His digits didn’t leave her hips immediately; he couldn’t help but to let them drift down her legs for a moment. Who knew when he’d get to touch them again?

She giggled like a teenager and rubbed his side with her uninjured leg, encouraging him to feel. “You’ve just proven what I said Lieutenant. You’ve been less efficient by taking a moment to feel my legs – yet you can’t stop yourself from doing so.”

His drifting digits stopped as if he’d been shot. She was right! He had chosen a route of inefficiency. Pulling his hands free, he reached to grab her sweat pants.

“No,” she wrapped her good leg around him. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him. “First lesson Lieutenant – inefficiency is good during potential romantic encounters. The slower you go – the more enjoyment you shall have.”
Kneeling there, he was speechless as she finally took his lip components again. As her mint-tasting tongue slipped past his barely opened lips, he tried to meet it with his own. Tentatively, glossa met tongue. Danced along it…. Became bolder…. Reached out to trace her straight white teeth… Felt along them.. Learned the different shapes of her incisors, molars, canines… So different from his dentals which were all the same shape…

His door wings visibly trembled as he fully gave himself into the experience of the kiss. Dawn couldn’t help but to peek, before closing her eyes and falling into it as well. She was right! His moveable doors were just like a cat’s tail. If you learned the hidden language – they’d tell you everything you needed to know. Placing her hands on his, she guided them back to her bare legs. Guided them as they slid along… Teaching him that touch was as much a part of a kiss – as their lips were….

His engine began to roar, his pleasure nets firing… His cable threatened to mutiny from his tight control. His programming urged him to complete his task of pleasuring a willing human – but his meta argued with it. Dawn had declared that inefficiency was preferred in pleasure. To be inefficient was to NOT engage his interface nets. To be patient and wait for her to blatantly demand for it…. His lips pressed tighter against hers as he moaned with the effort of restraint… His entire chassis hummed… Door wings trembling so hard they rattled on their hinges…

Dawn pulled her lips free… Smiling as he stifled a frustrated groan… Stroking the back of his helm as if it was hair, her eyes studied the clone – who was busy trying to disguise his panting… “See my friend, your passion threatens to overwhelm you.” Kissing his chevron, she pulled him tightly against her. Holding his head to her chest. She felt his arms go around her hips, his frame now trembling ever-so-slightly as he gasped to cool his core with airflow. “It’s ok. It’s what I like to see in a quiet man.”

His meta still racing with overwhelming urges, Lieutenant could do nothing but nod. What could he say? That she was accurate in her evaluation of him. That she was right in her description of his tendency towards few words. That he was indeed overwhelmed in how to deal with these core programs that she kept pushing towards full activation. They were all true. She was indeed the knowledgeable teacher – he the blind student.

“Here, get in with me,” she told him as she patted the bed.

Thankful that she wasn’t demanding for him to talk about his feelings, the Prowl clone nodded as he pulled away. This break in the lesson would give him time to recollect himself. Get back in control of his own systems… He helped her get on the sweat pants… Perhaps it WAS better for him not to feel so much bare warm skin right now. He was having a hard enough time focusing on one thing at a time.

Dawn slid under the covers as he politely held them up for her. A pillow under her leg quickly followed as the security clone looked after her damaged ankle. “Do you ever stop being a mother hen?” she teased.

He looked up, sliding under the covers next to her. “If ‘mother hen’ is defined as taking care of your responsibilities – then no.” He obviously didn’t see the humor.

“Ah Lieutenant – what am I going to do with you?” She faked a helpless sigh.

He knew what she was going to do with him – continue the lesson in kissing. Now a bit more confident in the technique, he leaned over her and took her lips. His glossa slid over hers as he curled his digits in her thick hair. He could handle this without his cable mutinying. He was in control of himself and the situation now. His door wings straightened, trembling just slightly as he acted the part of the dominant partner.

“Mmmmmm,” Dawn moaned into his lips as his thick frame pressed her down into the soft mattress. She ran her hands along his chassis, learning his parts, trying to get accustomed to the idea of a machine feeling passion…. Of her possibly using him to release her own pent up needs one day.. He felt solid, strong – like a heavy built strong man.. So different from the thin human men she had been with in the past. She’d never been attracted to the blocky type of build. Yet here she was – kissing a thick built machine – two things she’d never in a million year would’ve conceived of herself as doing.. Yet, he was her best friend now. And didn’t the old saying say that best friends make great lovers? Shouldn’t she give it time to warm up to? She had to……

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“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she asked as she led him inside the newest greenhouse.

Lieutenant scanned the interior. This is the structure that the construction crew had been working so hard on for the past four weeks. And their work was impressive – well as far as a non-engineer security clone was concerned. The expansive greenhouse was one-hundred and fifty feet long by sixty feet wide. Artificial lights and automatic watering systems ran the length of the clear ceiling – seeming to challenge the churning sulfur-rich clouds far above them. Once again, he found himself admiring the strength of the tiny woman next to him. A woman and a construction crew who had turned this farm into a truly self-sustaining colony through their inventiveness…..

“Very impressive,” he agreed.

Dawn grinned like a young girl. Even with a crunch under one arm, she managed to drag him around… “See, unlike the other three greenhouses which are dedicated to keeping as many species of plants, insects, amphibians and birds alive – this one is for starting our garden crops. We’ll be using this one for us! Isn’t that great?”

Allowing himself to be dragged to a bench sitting in the center of the greenhouse, the Prowl clone looked at all the tilled garden beds around them. “Do we not have enough stored supplies to continue sustenance rations?” They did, he’d just done another count of the cured meat yesterday.

“Yes, but we need FRESH produce!” Dawn was too excited by the promise of true gardening to see that he wasn’t quite in full agreement.

Ok, her new thing was gardening. He’d figure out how to add it to their overall survival strategy. Last month it had been collecting what few wild birds, fish and other creepy crawlies that they could find – and saving them to hopefully repopulate the area once the climate had stabilized. He should’ve known that a biology teacher would have these slightly insane ideas. But there was some logic behind it. She was interested in the whole ecosystem somehow surviving – while he was more interested in THEIR personal survival. “Ok, what kinds then?” he might as well have an idea of what vegetables he and the other clones were going to have to plant and take care of.

“Oh, tomatoes and peppers – I have lots of different varieties of seeds. And some carrots and corn and spinach. The kids won’t like the green stuff much – but they’ll learn to eat it…” she continued on, oblivious to the fact that the Prowl clone had turned his audio filter on. He’d learned to do it about a month ago – once he’d documented enough times of her going into a BS-styled commentary. Now his filter just informed him of when he should nod his head in agreement, freeing his meta for other things.

After a while, she got up – gimping around as she showed him all the new things they would do in this particular greenhouse. Ever the dutiful prospective mate, he obediently followed her around and agreed with her as he had for the last month or so. Med the First Aid clone was right – it was easier to let the woman think they would do things her way.
For an hour it went like this, then Dawn decided she wanted to go and visit the fishery greenhouse. Since they had to go outside to do so – and the ground was still slick with ash-blended-mud – Lieutenant effortlessly hefted the little woman into his arms, allowing her to prop her crutch on his broad shoulder as he carried her to their next destination. At the door, he carefully set her on her feet. Bending down expectantly as was his newest routine….

Pecking his lips as was silently demanded, Dawn rolled her eyes and snorted. “I shouldn’t let you get away with black mail like this,” she teased.

“Then your honorable courier might decide to go on strike in order to get it added to his contract,” the Prowl clone teased back – but the seriousness of his tone made it difficult to tell if he was actually joking.

“Did you actually make a funny?” She opened her eyes wide, feigning a heart attack with her hands.

“It’s however you choose to take it ma-am.” He opened the door wide, secretly pleased with himself for having successfully made ‘a funny’. He’d been studying the comedians in the DVD collection for several weeks now, determined to learn just what a sense of humor was.

“A Prowl model with a sense of humor – your mech would so freak out. You know that?” She chuckled as she began to hobble into the opened door.

Suddenly, Lieutenant grabbed her arm, pulling her back out. He leapt to the side with his weapon held against his hood – a cop ready to pounce. His audios strained to pick up more of the slightly out-of-place noise he had picked up from the lowly lit interior.

“What is it?” Dawn whispered, tucking herself to his back and trying to peer around. She fingered her pistol that she kept in a pocket.

Holding his arm out in a signal that meant silence, Lieutenant motioned for her to stay still and outside while he went in. Crouching, he entered the building, his movements hidden behind the large 10’ wide tanks that poked 4’ from the ground. He glanced back at the door. Dawn had her head poked in, watching him with a worried look on her face. But other than that – she was following his silent orders. Satisfied his charge was safe; he turned his attention back on finding out what was making those light scraping noises he had detected above the sound of the water flowing from the massive filtration system into the mirade of tanks.

Another scrape, a slight moan – Lieutenant’s steps were so light that his unknown quarry never heard him. Rounding the side of another tank, his optics locked on the source of his concern. They widened a bit as he stopped dead in his tracks, but other than that no emotion was obvious. He began to quietly back up, putting his weapon away as he did so – until he got back to the door.

Pushed back out by the silent clone, Dawn looked up at him questioningly. He kept his digit across her lips until the door was fully closed.

“What was going on?” she demanded to know.

Ok, now how should he tell her? Straightforward – or roundabout? A blend of both perhaps. “I’m pleased to inform you that your plan of letting my two comrades and the teens figure it out on their own has been a success,” he announced.
Her eyes got big; she looked at the wall as if she could see right through it. “Really? Which clone?”
“MC,” he reported. Made sense that the Jazz clone would get some action first, he was the slickest and most stylish of them all.

“Figures, so who’s he with?” Which girl went after him? Dawn couldn’t wait to find out.

Should he inform her that she might want to sit down? Lieutenant glanced around them; there was no place FOR her to sit down. Oh well, she was a fairly common-sense kind’ve woman. “Your daughter – Kayla.”

She stood there in shock for a moment, emotions flashing across her face. Her maternal instincts quickly over-rode her philosophy of live-and-let-live. Face went red hot, eyes flashing in outrage… “Why that no-good piece of metal!” she growled and reached for the door knob.

Realizing how badly he’d miscalculated her reaction, Lieutenant grabbed her arm and jerked her back rather roughly.

“Let me go! I’m so going to rip that cocky grin right off his face!” she screamed, struggling against his hold.

Before the woman-turned-she-devil could turn and start hitting him – the Prowl clone wrapped his arms around her - pinning hers to her side in a bear hug. This didn’t stop Dawn from trying to let loose some of her anger on him. Lifting up a foot, she slammed it down on top of one of his peds.

“Akkkkkkkkk! Shit!” she yelped as pain shot through her. Not thinking quite rationally, she had used her almost healed ankle in the stomp attack. Not the brightest idea she’d ever had – and now she’d pay for it.

Lieutenant let her collapse out of his arms. The woman fell down hard, clasping her ankle and using more colorful language than he’d ever thought possible. Kneeling down next to her, he tried to peel her hands off the possibly re-injured ankle in order to assess the situation more fully before calling one of the medbot gestalt off of their duties in order to tend to her. “You should be more careful in your method of attack,” he informed her.

“Well, if you hadn’t fuckin’ grabbed me – this wouldn’t have happened! Damnit!” Dawn griped as tears of pain ran down her face.

“You had to be restrained in order to calm down. If not, you would’ve broken one of the rules.” His voice was soft, his eyes full of concern as he saw the pain in her face. Dawn was not the type to let on how much something actually hurt. So for her to be holding it, rocking, and unable to keep from tearing up – it was potentially a rather serious re-injury. Silently, he radioed the Hot Spot clone who led the medbot gestalt – requesting one of the members to come when possible.

“I made that rule – I can damn well break it if I like!” she growled, wiping the tears from her eys – she gave him her best glare.

Lieutenant shook his head, his position on this steadfast. His door wings were held high and stiff. “Rules cannot be broken – whether by the leaders or followers – or we will live in chaos.” He felt bad for her predicament with her injury – but not sorry in the least about keeping her from storming in there.

She huffed and crossed her arms, thoroughly pissed at him.

Unfazed, the security chief patted her knee. “It could be worse. She could be with one of the boys. At least MC can’t get her pregnant.”

For a long moment, she glared at him, anger still bright in her eyes. But just as suddenly as she lost control – she regained it and a sarcastic smile appeared. “I’d hate to see my grandchild if he could. Can you imagine a Jazz clone baby?”

Lieutenant blinked in barely concealed surprise. He was still not used to how quickly a human female could change emotions. “I would rather not,” he admitted.

Sirens filled their ears just then. Heat was wheeling around the corner, the firetruck’s wheels spinning slightly in the mud. Spying them, he transformed even before he’d fully stopped. His peds slid in the mud, but he balanced through the slide like a well-trained ballerina. His first aid kit was already pulled out of his cab and being opened as he stopped just short of hitting them. The Hot Spot clone gave Lieutenant a sharp salute. Like all the Protectobot clones – he was a programmed medbot – and since he had been the closest, he was the one to respond. “What happened?” he inquired as he dropped his hand from the quick salute, and proceeded to kneel on his knee plates next to them and scan the human.

“She has possibly re-injured her ankle,” Lieutenant explained with a perfectly straight face plate. He was not the type to go into detail about just how – or why – she had re-damaged the ankle.

Heat nodded, all business – and began to unwrap it to inspect the damage as he ran through a barrage of questions for his patient to answer.

“What’s going on? Mom?!?” Kayla exploded through the door. Her hair was a mess and her shirt was buttoned in a rather cock-eyed fashion. Obviously, the sirens had interrupted her romantic encounter. Seeing her mother on the ground, she fell to her knees, her arm going around the older woman’s shoulders.

“Nothing but a bunch of clones being overprotective,” Dawn snorted. She tried to hide her wince of pain by glaring at Lieutenant – who was giving her a warning glare right back.

“What’s up Kayla? Oh, hey bro,” the Jazz clone chirped happily as his head poked out of the door. His paint was perfect, not even a hint remained of what he’d been doing just a moment before.

“Mom got hurt again,” Kayla replied. “Did you slip on the step? I mean, it’s like really slick right after a rain you know.” She watched as the Hot Spot clone rewrapped the ankle, the questions for her mother covering up her nervousness. She and MC had almost been caught! Silently berating herself for not choosing an even more secluded location – she promised herself not to make that mistake again. Glancing back at her secret boyfriend, she gave him a wink.

“Yeah, gotta be careful or you’ll not be back on the dance floor,” the Jazz clone quipped with a happy smile. He liked this sneaking around. It was fun.. It was exciting… and most importantly – HE’D gotten a babe before either of his comrades had. And she was the cutest human to boot!

/You’d better be more careful – or you’ll not be slaggin’ anytime soon/ Lieutenant’s voice whispered over the radio into his meta.

MC met the Prowl clone’s optics, not afraid in the least. /Hey, I’m just doing my job/ he grinned as his reply went totally over the human’s heads.

/Your job is to help our humans survive. Nothing more – nothing less/ Lieutenant shot back.

/He, he – why don’t you go and tell yourself that, Mr Tightaft/ The Jazz clone’s frame shook with barely controlled laughter as he made a point to slowly look from the Prowl clone to his girlfriend’s mother and back. /It’s so obvious that you want to be a-humpin’ just like me./

/We are NOT discussing my interests – we are discussing your actions. Even if we were – Dawn is of full legal age to make that decision; whereas Kayla is not/ He leaned forward, his optics flashing and door wings stiffly held up as he silently lectured the clone who had always been prone to breaking rules. /In fact, if you do not ask Dawn’s permission to continue your current course of action – she may be inclined to free you of the bother of owning a cable./

/Yeah right bro. Kayla said that she just threatened to re-circumcise any of the boys if they got a girl pregnant before age 18. I can’t get her pregnant – so there!/ he stuck his olfactory sensor up in the air, sure that he’d gotten one over on the anal-retentive clone.

/It’s your cable – your decision,/ Lieutenant warned one last time. Their radioed conversation had lasted less than a minute, the humans not even noticing. But now Heat was telling him that Dawn needed to go inside and ice her ankle for a while – so as far as he was concerned the conversation was over. Bending down, he gathered the petite woman in his arms and walked away. His door wings held stiffly from his back armor.

“ Damn that was close!” Kayla whispered to MC as Heat left to follow her mother back to the house.

“No big deal babe,” the Jazz clone purred. Wrapping his digits around hers, he pulled her back inside the fishery. “So, you wanna finish the last dance?” His optics were hopeful – as was his cable.
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A few days later…….

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His sharp audios picked up the sound of Dawn slipping out of the bed. Activating his optics, he shifted into the infrared spectrum and watched her as she passed his bunk. But, she wasn’t headed directly towards the master bath as normal. His optic ridges scrunched in concentration as his optics stayed locked on her in the dark room.

On tiptoes, with just the slightest of limps still noticeable, Dawn crept to a bunk near Lieutenant. Another clone of similar make lay defragging there. With no blanket over him, his chassis was completely at her mercy! She smirked as she pulled out the resin tube that Claw had given her. The mechanic had informed her of when a clone was at his most vulnerable – and how to make sure to do the job she wanted done – done…

Lieutenant quickly figured out what the woman was up to when she pulled out the tube of resin. Should he stop her? Did it go against any documented rules? He searched through his memory banks – no, it didn’t. Was it the right thing for her to do – probably not, but then clones really weren’t governed by a solid moral code to follow. She HAD given the Jazz clone and her daughter more than enough opportunities to come clean about things over the last few days. And both of them had blatantly lied. So, perhaps this little lesson would be good for his romance-driven comrade?

Dawn grinned as she placed the tip of the tube against the seam in MC’s armor plating. Slowly and lightly she ran the bead all the way around – just as the Hook clone had recommended. Once she’d met the original start of the resin line, she pulled it away and capped it. Her grin widened as she imagined the look on his face plate the next time he tried to activate his cable – only to find that his armor panel wouldn’t budge! Oh, she couldn’t wait! And Claw was under orders not to ‘repair’ MC until the Jazz clone explained to Dawn why he had a problem…. Beautiful revenge… He’d learn she was a ‘mother-in-law’ not to fucking lie to!

Lieutenant watched her finish up her little ‘lesson’, and then followed her with his optics on her way to the master bath. After she closed the door, he took the time he was expected to wait, to scan the rest of the room and its occupants. He couldn’t admit that he felt a slight bit of satisfaction at the Jazz clone’s coming discomfort. MC had always been a bit of a bane to his existence. He didn’t hate the clone – he just couldn’t bear his illogical party nature……

Since the house was rather small, and the two gestalts of clones were rather tightly connected to Dawn – the construction crew had remodeled the large master bedroom some months before he and the others had been rescued. There was a large king bed in the center, and each night two different clones were allowed to defrag next to Dawn, providing her much needed heat. This was done by a master schedule so that each of the clones got to snuggle with her once every five days. For non-pleasure programmed clones such as the gestalts – this was more than enough to keep them emotionally satisfied.

For those clones who were not on that night’s schedule – there were comfortable single bunks that lined one of the walls. This is where Lieutenant, MC and BS usually slept, since they were still so new to the group – that they hadn’t been added to the snuggle schedule. Granted, it didn’t bother MC and BS in the least. They were too busy in their plans to secure some younger humans for that kind of company to bother with Dawn. Lieutenant on the other hand was slightly bothered – but he’d never express those feelings out loud. Eventually, he’d work his way onto the schedule – he was positive of that.

For now, his ‘snuggle time’ with Dawn was generally in the bathroom. Right after she’d finished with her morning bowel movements and brushing of her teeth. She’d always signal when it was ok for him to enter by……

The door cracked open slightly, just as the water began to run for the bathtub. Sitting up in a slow and calculated maneuver, Lieutenant kept his face plate free of anticipation as he stood on silent peds and began to make his way across the dark room. His door wings flared out a bit, trembling with his unspoken excitement.

Dawn was bending over the tub, testing the temperature with a finger as he entered. The Prowl clone steeled himself from his passion as his optics danced up her slender frame – naked for his optics only. He locked and closed the door behind him, not wanting to chance an interruption. He never knew if the morning bath would come with another ‘necking’ lesson or not – but he was more than happy to do either if it meant his hands on her skin. Dawn had taught him to enjoy the small things. To enjoy his passion swelling – without necessarily being fulfilled…. She wanted the relationship to develop slow and steady she had explained… And a Prowl clone had the patience to comply with that desire.

Not that it was easy to be this patient! Lieutenant swallowed hard as he helped her into the oversized oval tub. Her skin was so warm… Her smile so inviting…

“Mmmmmmm, feels so good…” Dawn murmured as she sank into the warm water. It was times like this she could forget the disaster going on outside of her house. Times like this that made it worthwhile to survive the chaos of a devastated world.

“Temperature is satisfactory – good,” Lieutenant noted. Lowering himself to a knee plate outside the tub, he reached for the plastic cup so that he could start washing her hair.

She stopped him with a hand on his arm. “You’re always helping ME get cleaned up – maybe it’s time we made it a mutual ritual?”

The Prowl clone studied her, his meta trying to decipher if she was being serious – or making a ‘funny’ at his expense. It could go either way. “Ritual?”

“He, he, yes – a ritual. Basically a routine. Kind’ve like what we’ve been doing ever since my blasted ankle.” Her eyes shown with amusement as she had to explain what she meant to the ever-logic based clone. He never thought outside the box – did he?

Oh, a new routine? She must be in a serious mood this morning. He glanced down at his hood. For the first time he noticed that his finish was getting a bit dull. Not that he took much time out to clean it or buff it. He was simply too busy working to bother with it much. “I observe the necessity of this new routine,” he admitted.

Scooting back against one side, Dawn motioned for him to climb into the tub with her. Carefully, he complied and slid in. Positioning himself so that his back was towards her. Her legs pressed against his hips and wrapped over his thighs.

“Now, let’s get these doors clean,” she announced. And with that little bit of warning he felt a suds covered sponge begin to run along his hinges.

It didn’t take long before his intakes were straining to compensate for his heating core temperature. Between her legs under his digits and the incredible feeling of the warm glide of sponge over sensitive door wing network – he was rapidly becoming beyond aroused.

“You’re really enjoying this,” she commented as the doors moved and shivered under her attentions.

His wings went stiff for a moment, before relaxing again. “The sensation of warmth and suds is causing my pleasure programming to activate,” he explained. He’d learned that is was kind’ve pointless to hide this from her, somehow she could read him like an open book. How exactly she accomplished that – he had yet to discover…

She slid the sponge to his door handles, teasing him even as she worked the grime off. “So let me get this straight – your door sensors somehow activate your interface networks?”

He shivered under her hands, his own digits pressing against her legs. “Affirmative. They are very, mmmmmmm, sensitive.” He arched his back linkages as she found a really good spot.

She couldn’t help but to giggle like a girl. In some ways the clones were so very human; In other ways they were so very mechish. “It’s so cute; your doors are like my tits.”

He hadn’t considered that comparison. But as sensations raced through his processors – he couldn’t agree more. Leaning forward, he encouraged her to work down to the base of his wings. The most sensitive area in those particular parts of his chassis…. His closed ports began to feel wet as her hands worked down his wings… His inactivated cable beginning to throb with need… “Mmmmmm, right there,” he whispered. His optics shuttered halfway closed as he allowed himself to fully enjoy the sensations.

Dawn caressed his joints even as she soaped them up, fascinated with his reaction. Most men would’ve been sick of waiting for her to fully warm up to their advances after all these weeks – but not Lieutenant. He seemed more than contented with whatever attention she cared to show him. All they had done was basically makeout. Nothing had gone much farther. But he didn’t seem frustrated in the least since she’d explained she preferred to take it slow.

To be frank, there was something that Lieutenant didn’t know about human women. He didn’t understand that their desire could wain and wax with the moon, as hormones levels spiked and fell. And right now Dawn was in the middle of a peak in her mood. A peak that she normally satisfied herself. But now her hormone-flamed mind was thinking along other – more erotic ways of satisfaction.

He stifled a groan of disappointment as she finished up with his doors and patted his hip. Turning around, he carefully entwined legs with her as they faced each other. Bathing was quite enjoyable he had decided – as long as one wasn’t doing it alone. Reaching for a sponge, he prepared to work on her legs….

Her lips on his stopped him cold. His engine hummed as his glossa danced with hers. His digits curled in her half-damp hair, twisting the silky strands around them as he pressed his lip components more firmly against hers. This was something he was confident in. Something he felt in control of. And even though it was her leaning over him – he was dominant in the kiss.

Now, having her wet, naked body pressing against his – was an altogether different thing entirely. His wings visibly trembled as his interface networks screamed for activation. Her thighs slid over his. Her nether regions pressing against the thin codpiece that concealed his eager cable…. “Dawn, I can’t… control… much longer…. In this position,” he moaned as their lips finally parted. His hands drifted to her hips, cupping her butt.

She stayed in that position and clucked her tongue at him like a mother hen. “You know, I’ve always hypothesized something about men.”

God, this was torture! Pure and wonderful and truly evil torture! He groaned inside as she ground her hips, her pubic hair rubbing against his codpiece. “And that would be?” he asked, trying desperately to keep his voice level. It was obvious that she knew this was torture to him – and was determined FOR it to be just that.

Drawing imaginary pictures seductively on his hood with the tip of a finger, Dawn smiled seductively at him. “My hypothesis is that if men learned to have sex as if they were women first – then they wouldn’t suck so badly as lovers.”

Ok, just what in the world did that mean? Lieutenant wasn’t quite following her logic. Granted having a lap dance in a bathtub tended to frazzle one’s logic circuits anyways…. “I do not follow your logic path.” Would his cable just freakin’ shut up with its demands?!? It was frying his logic circuits trying to control the illogical path his sub-program was directing his chassis to take!

She stopped with her imaginary doodles. “Well, yesterday Claw informed me that all clones are built hermaphroditic.”

Lieutenant nodded, his meta still struggling to contain his over-enthusiastic cable. It was no secret that they all had both ports and cables. They were built to be compatible with either males or females.

“Sooooo,” she led in, her eyes glittering in pure erotic mischief, “I was wondering if I could test my hypothesis out on you?”

He shook his doors a bit, trying to clear his logic circuits for long enough to figure out what the woman was hinting at. She thought that men would be better lovers if they learned to be women first. Ok, well that must mean she wanted him to act as a femme? Is this what she was getting at? For them to act as a lesbian couple for a time? His cable stopped throbbing for a moment in disappointment – but its demands were replaced rather quickly by his ports activating. “What does this modification in gender roles – entail?” he asked. Silently, he was glad his cable system had finally stopped firing signals. He could handle the empty throb of his ports a bit better.

“I,” she bent down and took his lips in a quick kiss, “will rock your world – if you’re my bitch.”

Once he got past his brief shock over her choice of wording, His engine roared in unabashed excitement at the promise. He’d been waiting patiently for them to move past ‘first base’ for weeks now. It didn’t matter if she wanted his femme side over his mech side. It was the idea that they were going to progress further in their physical relationship that mattered to him. Yes, he could modify his responses to her and ‘be her bitch’ if she so desired him to be. “Please rock my world ma-am,” he whispered back, his wings trembling in both happiness and excitement.

Dawn watched his door wings, gauging his true mood from them. He was most definitely game to act as a female. Such a different reaction than she would’ve gotten from a real man! This would be a very entertaining and potentially very satisfying little experiment. Taking his lips again, she let her body feel a true passion for him. The first time she had really felt true desire for the mech look-a-like. Her tongue commanded his as her toes began to tingle in dominating excitement.

The Prowl clone could feel a palpable change within the woman. Her body seemed warmer than normal; her exploration of his upper chassis had an eager feel to it. He moaned into her mouth as fingers slid along his arms to his shoulder servos, slipping around his front tires, caressing the bearings beneath them. Hesitantly, he slid his digits along her back, his engine revving as they neared her ass without her pulling away. He had waited for this moment for a lifetime it seemed. Waited for the woman to show a true physical interest in him – besides the kissing lessons…

He arched up as his digits encircled her soft cheeks, grinding his latched codpiece against her. His gray face plate went darker in a blush of heat as he welcomed his pleasure program’s full activation. Dawn’s fingers moved from his hubs to caress his trembling door wings, activating those sensitive networks… Increasing the roar of excitement coursing through the quiet clone…. A roar he could finally relax and enjoy…

“Mmmmmmm, someone’s really excited,” Dawn teased in a low whisper. She kissed his olfactory sensor, before sliding down a hair and attacking the thin alloy covering his neck linkages.

“Ahhhhhh,” his optics were threatening to roll up inside of his helm, “I believe mmmmmmmm that two individuals are ahhhhhhh excited.” At just that moment, he forgot to continue to brace himself in a seated position. The slick surface behind him became his undoing – and he slid right under the water.

Dawn couldn’t help but to howl in laughter as the dismayed clone resurfaced, sputtering and coughing in order to clear flooded intakes.

Grabbing onto the side of the tub, Lieutenant leaned over it. He coughed up more water, watching it drip out of his mouth like thin slobber. His core plunged into darkness as he realized how badly he’d ruined the moment. But then he felt a comforting hand on one of his wings, then one patting his back armor in a vain attempt to help him regurgitate the fluid which was impeding his engine’s intake.

“Perhaps the tub is not the best of places for us to get frisky?” she consoled as she banged harder on his back armor.

He couldn’t agree more. He would’ve told her that, but right now all he could do was hack up soapy water.

Continuing to bang on his back armor with one hand, Dawn reached around and pulled the plug. She was a little sorry that she had laughed at him initially – but she couldn’t help but see the humor in what had happened. It was a salvageable situation for sure. Now, how to go about salvaging it? Looking up, her eyes spied the towels.

Stuck in the most embarrassing position of his existence, Lieutenant could do nothing but continue to cough – and watch the mineral oil/water blend dribble from his lips to the tile floor. Well, so much for getting past first base today. His lack of foresight concerning the slickness of the tub had ruined it all.

Then suddenly, a soft towel went across his face plate, He shifted his optics up, meeting Dawn’s warm eyes as she cleaned up the mess of his embarrassment. He tried to calm his coughs, slowing down until he gasped for the much needed air. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re so danged cute when you’re embarrassed,” she asked with a quick kiss on his chevron.

“No,” he managed to get out between gasps, water still dribbling from his lips.

“Tell you what, can you turn around and spit the water back into the tub?” She wiped his mouth again.

His face plate heated up again. He hadn’t considered the mess he was making by clearing his intake systems. With a slight nod, he clumsily clambered out of the tub. Settling his knee plates on the thick bathroom matt, he bent back over the tub. His drooping door wings bespoke his glum mood.

Dawn watched the coughing and gasping clone for a few moments. Then she decided that she might as well towel dry the rest of him. Pulling out another soft towel, she started on his helm and began to slowly work her way down his chassis… Her hands drifted along his aft armor as she slowly buffed the water droplets away. The black metal felt warm under her fingers…

His chassis couldn’t help but react to her touch. His ports spasmed underneath their protective armor. She was so close to what she’d claimed to want earlier… So close.. His door wings fluttered even as he wiped his mouth again…

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin again as she easily spotted the movements of his door wings. He was excited by her touch – even as he was trying to clear his systems. “Hmmmmmm,” she purred, her fingers tracing the edges of the panel she assumed was covering his femme parts. “What’s under here?”

Door wings shook so hard that they rattled as his panels slid aside for her. Excitedly, he twisted the towel in his hands. Chewing on his lower lip, he arched his aft up…. Praying that she would…. He’d waited sooo long for her to touch him… To know him…. With a soft hiss, his protective armor slid away – exposing his ‘femme’ half….

“Very interesting….” She mumbled loud enough for his audios to pick up. Under the black panel, was another softer black alloy. It was warm, soft, supple, more like a rubber than a metalloid – like his face plate. There were two distinct slits, in the same spots that a human would have a vaginal and an anus. The sheen of fluid right at their entrances glinted in the low light, showing his excited state - just an aroused woman would be. She traced her fingertips at the entrances, opening them just slightly as she studied them. “So you can act the part of a woman – or a gay man?”

Lieutenant’s engine hitched for a moment, he coughed to try and clear the intake again. “Mmmmmm, affirmative.” His chassis tingled at the light touch, his digits curling ever tighter in the towel. The lightest of touches traced his ports… Ecstasy raced through him.. In all the years since his activation he had longed for a human to want him… To use him… to fulfilled the needs that his core pleasure programs screamed for…

Fascinated, Dawn slid a finger in one, pulled it out – and slid it into the other. There was slight resistance at the entrances. Then the ports would tighten around her probing fingers. “Do you like it better in your pussy or ass?” She could understand why these clones had been the rave for the gay crowd before the eruption ended society. A man would love a fake pussy or ass that felt like this.

He rocked his hips, encouraging her to continue her explorations. “Ahhhhhhh, equally, mmmmmm.” A finger filled his aft again, hitting the sensory nodes just inside. Electricity shot through his processors, lighting up his meta in beautiful arcs of bliss.

Really? He liked both equally? Now that was not her experience with anal sex. But then again, these clones were designed for it – weren’t they? She spanked his aft armor with her free hand, thrusting a pinky in one port and pointer finger in the other. “So you’re a dirty bitch who likes to be fucked hard,” she purred in a low tone. Her mood returning to its focus on desire once again….

She was back to that strange erotic mood again? Lieutenant wiped his mouth with the back of a hand again, before craning his neck linkages to look back at her. Her eyes were dark, full of desire. Her tongue licked slowly over her lips as she pressed her fingers back into his eager ports. His pleasure programs informed him that when a human talked like that, they expected him to reply in kind. “I’m a dirty, dirty bitch…” he moaned. He almost said ‘affirmative’ – but slammed his mouth shut before he did. His programs told him not to be logical now. To simply follow the human’s lead…

Bending down, she licked his forward port. Her tongue slipped in, probing deeper as she nibbled at his entrance with her lips.

Lieutenant felt like he was about to levitate right off the tub! Cramming a corner of the towel in his mouth, he muffled his vocal response. They had to stay relatively quiet. There was a whole roomful of clones right outside that door! His wings spasmed, jerking erratically each time her tongue stretched his unused port.

She ate him for a few minutes. Doing to him – what she’d always wished a man had done for her. Pushing two fingers into his aft port, she wiggled them just as she wiggled her tongue in his forward port. His reaction was delightful! Wings jerking in all directions, linkages tightening… She could almost picture his toes curling – if he had had individual toes.

Lieutenant’s optics rolled up into his helm as she stretched his aft port with her fingers. His entire frame began to shiver uncontrollably as he screamed into the towel he’d crammed into his mouth. Digits tingled with electrical pulses. Wild sensations raced through his being as her tongue caressed more hidden sensory nodes within him. He spread his legs wider, his leg units shaking….

“You want to be fucked like the bitch you are – don’t you?” Dawn whispered inbetween licks. She didn’t wait for his nod or his muffled yes – she watched his door wings. And their increased trembles told her what she already knew. Withdrawing her fingers, she slapped him on his aft armor. “Finger fuck yourself for me. Show me how much you want me!” she whispered.

Uncurling one of his hands from the towel, he slid it between his legs. He was desperate for her to continue this tryst. He’d self-interface if she so desired – even though it went against his own tastes. Slipping his digits up the entrance to his forward port, he felt his own lubricant coat them. He’d never felt this way. Never felt himself.. He gasped into the towel as he pushed a black digit inside. His digits were much thicker than her fingers, so the stretch was intensified…

Now that was erotic indeed! Dawn stood up, her eyes glued to the sight of the thick digits sliding in and out of the bot’s forward port. His muffled moans filled the quiet room. His wings trembled each time his port swallowed his digits. Determined to give him the ‘fucking’ she’d promised, Dawn walked over to the closet and pulled out a stack of towels. Hidden behind them was a locked box. Flipping the code, she opened it, and pulled out a toy she’d ordered a long time ago – and had yet to use.

Lieutenant’s breath came in gasps, his meta thoroughly overtaken by the incredible sensations roaring through him. He forced his digits as deep as he could, trying to quench the thirst deep inside. But not quiet able to fulfill the need.

Dawn added a finger to his as he pushed in again. His frame tensed as his port stretched unexpectantly. “You think you can handle me bitch?” she chided, spanking him with her other hand.

This kinky side of her was driving him to glitches! She was so illogical! The Prowl clone nodded rapidly. He didn’t know what she was going to do next, but he didn’t care. It would be good. It had to be good!

“Mmmmmm, let me see that pussy of yours.” Dawn grinned as he pulled his digits free and curled them back in the towel. His ports were swollen, dripping with lubricant. Kneeling, she tightened the buckle around her waist. With a hand guiding the strap-on towards the entrance, she pushed the tip in.

Lieutenant’s back linkages and door wings went rigid as he felt the thick tip invade him… Stretching him even further than his own digits had… What was she doing? He craned his neck linkages, looking back at the small woman. His optics went wider as he noticed that she had modified herself to a male. A male with a rather impressive member. “Dawn?” he gasped, his voice still muffled by the towel.

“Don’t worry, it’ll feel good once you relax.” She stroked his wings, inching ever so slowly inside him.

It hurt… It burned…. It felt so wonderful! His entire chassis shook as he forced himself to stay still. To welcome the invasion…

…… A brief memory echo flashed through his meta. His hands felt tied… He felt trapped… He was Prowl for a terrifying moment… His meta overcome with anger, with disgust, with contempt at what was being done to him.. The woman’s image changed to that of a red Seeker. Red optics met his as the villain thrust his cable inside. Taking him against his will… Making him nothing more than a Decepticon whore….

The memory echo flitted into nothingness.. Starscream’s image returned to that of the small woman. A woman he’d dedicated his life to protect, to serve… Perhaps even one day to stand at her side as a mate….

“Shhhhhhh, God you’re tight.” Dawn stroked his door wings as she slowly pushed the thick dildo inside. A strange rush of power went over her. It was thrilling to be the man dominating the woman. She’d always fantasized that it would feel exactly like this. His port tightening and loosening around her extension as he tried to take it all….

He blinked his optic shutters as his frame hummed. His leg linkages went rigid as his port was slowly filled, stretching to accommodate it all. Perhaps he should’ve asked her to start with something less than average for his first interface? Perhaps he should’ve told her to stop? No, he could handle this strain. She wouldn’t do anything to intentionally harm him. He would get used to this size. The burn roared through him, blending with the pleasurable sensations of his wing nets being caressed….

Finally sheathed fully inside to the hilt, Dawn stopped her motion. She cooed a bit as she caressed his sensitive doors. Her fingers gliding along his hinges, working along the glass… Waiting for him to fully relax…

Lieutenant moaned into the towel, his engine rpms beginning to slow down into a steady pace. The burn slowly faded as his port fully stretched. More lubricant released, dripping from around the thick lance impaling him. His doors shivered under her caresses… Fingers delving into the slot of his rolled in windows… Stroking the ultra-sensitive glass protected within…. He felt alarms begin to blare as his systems rolled precariously close to overload…

“Not yet…” Dawn chided with a sharp slap on his aft.

He jerked as his exposed aft port suddenly stung with the slap. His yelp was muffled by the towel crammed in his mouth, but the quick jerk of his door wings said it all.

“We’ve got to take it slow… Make you have little orgasms again and again…” Dawn explained. Slowly, she began to pull the dildo out, pressing fingers into his aft port as she did..

The towel began to shred in his fists as his ports reacted to the slow slide… Back and forth she went.. One port emptied and the other filled… Sensory bundles went wild…. His door wings no longer trembling – but vibrating so quickly that their hinges hummed….. Pain was no more.. His forward port now fully accustomed to her selected toy… Spreading his legs further, he arched up more… Taking it deeper…

The hum from the clone’s chassis filled the room. Dawn smiled as she stroked his shivering doors with one hand. She kept up the slow rhythm with her hips and other hand…driving him wild… His chassis radiated heat under her hands… His ports so wet with lubricant that they dripped on the tile… His muffled moans so soft they could barely be discerned from his engine’s heavy purr..

As his door wings began to spasm will her movements, she slowed her hips and finally went still…. “Shhhhhhh,” she whispered, her hands gliding over his hinges… She wasn’t going to let him climax in just the first ten minutes. No, that wouldn’t be teaching him well in the art of being pleased as a woman. A woman… She still couldn’t help but smile as that thought hit her. No real man would’ve agreed to this. Maybe a clone had always been the right one for her and her quirky ideas?

So close… so close to that beautiful cliff that his pleasure programs ordered him to seek! Lieutenant let out a whine against the towel clamped between his dentals. He pressed his rump back against her, silently demanding her to continue…

“No, no – going fast is what a man would do.” She patted him on his aft, refusing to move.

Blinking his optic shutters in rapid succession, Lieutenant fought with the urges raging through him. Spitting out the damp towel, he twisted it into a ball between trembling hands. “It’s…. hard… to … stop…” he gasped. He felt slightly ashamed. A Prowl clone admitting a lack of patience?!? How could these dratted pleasure programs affect his core personality traits so much?

With a teasing giggle, Dawn pulled her fingers and dildo out of the clone. “That’s the difference between a man and a woman. If I wanted a five minute ride – I’d go find a man again!”

His chin clanged against the tub as she left him. His ports screamed in denial as the wonderful sensations felt as if they were ripped from them. Door wings sagged unhappily as he convinced himself that he had failed yet another one of her impromptu ‘tests’. “I… apologize.. for .. not … meeting… standards..” He tried to keep emotion out of his voice – but it was a miserable failure of his self-control. As had been everything else when it came to pleasure…
“Quit that!” Dawn teased with a rather sharp slap right between his door wings.

The unexpected sting forced a yelp out of the clone. Instinctively, he spun around to face the source of the attack…..

….. and found his lips attacked by the small woman. Propelled back down to the floor, his doors screeched as they slid against the outside of the tub. Optics going wide in surprise, he flung up his hands – not quite sure as to what he was expected to do with them. Until now, she’d not allowed him to touch her when his pleasure nets were active. His ports ached with need as the strap-on rubbed against his abdominal armor.

She settled down against him, her thigh pressing against his ready ports… Sensuously rubbing her leg against him – she teased him hard as her tongue danced with his. He reacted like a timid girl. His hands held away from her skin… His chassis shivering with her movements… “Touch me damnit!” she whispered as she moved from his lips – to the thin alloy of his sensitive neck servo.

With trembling fingers, he tentatively touched her bare shoulders; almost afraid she would suddenly change her mood again and brush them away. “Mmmmmm… Dawn…” he moaned, his optics half-shuttering as he finally felt bare flesh under his digits – while his pleasure nets were active so that he understood the full enjoyment. He kept them on her back, not willing to chance pushing his luck to far…

“Tell me how much you want me.” She nipped at a linkage, eliciting a wonderful gasp.

Rubbing his legs on either side of hers, he rocked his chassis in what he hoped was an erotic motion. “I want you Dawn… mmmmmm… please…”

It was so cute how he kept his hands along her back. So shy – yet so full of need! “What will you do – if I don’t?” she teased.

He blinked in disbelief as she lifted up and looked him directly in the optics. “I….. I….” he couldn’t begin to voice his shock, his disappointment…his…..

“You take things waaaaaaaayyyyyyy to seriously,” she tapped him on the end of his nose with each word; her eyes glittered with devilish amusement. Lifting up her hips, she pressed the tip of the strap-on against what would have been his belly. Her voice dropped, low and sensuous “Show my cock – where you want it.”

“R-really?” he actually squeaked it out. His logic circuits were overheating trying to keep up with her actions.

“Yeah, grab it babe – and guide it.” She bit down on his hood as she moved down so that he could do it.

Afraid she was going to shift moods again; Lieutenant jerked a hand from her back and clumsily grabbed the fake member. Pulling his leg servos further apart, he tried his best to point it in the right direction…

She batted his hand, “Not like THAT – silly thing!”

He frowned; afraid he’d just blown it again.

Circling a hand over his, she began to show him how to give it long, slow, strokes. “Like this…”

Oh, ok….. Lieutenant let out the breath he’d been holding. He followed the action. His programming identified it as an action suitable towards a male – not a female. But everything about this small woman went against programming! Re-aligning it towards his new role as female partner to a female-acting-male – he relaxed as he stroked the length. The tip pressed against his need. Silent tremors raced through his most intimate of networks.

As the clone began to relax again, Dawn smiled. Maybe she should’ve looked for a ‘yes man’ a long time ago. She’d always thought of them as boring. But now, seeing how far one would go in order to get with her – well it was a big turn-on! “You want me to let you in on a little secret?” she asked between kisses on his headlights.

“Mmmmmmm, and that would be?” Lieutenant could really care less. Whatever it took for him to get her to press that length back into his emptiness….

“Women like it best,” she paused for effect..

His engine whined slightly, another dratted test? Surely she knew he couldn’t process well when his pleasure programs interfered like this! “How?” seemed the logical answer – right?

“Between twenty and thirty minutes.” With that information, she thrust violently into him.

His optics threatened to roll up into his helm at the unexpected sensation. Digits curled around her shoulders as he allowed a low moan to escape his lips. Throwing his helm back, he rocked as she pummeled his port with deliciously unpredictable thrusts.

“Oh, you want it bad – don’t you? Real baaaaaaaaaad…” grabbing his shoulder plates for leverage, she thrust as hard as she could. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, her breath coming fast. Being ‘the man’ wasn’t nearly as easy as it looked!

His blue optics finally rolled up into his helm… His systems overloading in such a rapid sequence that the little woman didn’t spot the warning signs fast enough to stop them again…. With a muffled scream, his chassis went stiff for the briefest of moments before falling limply with a clang against the tub…. His consciousness flew over the edge of the raging abyss of ecstasy….

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Ok, I’ll admit it – couldn’t help but see the humor in sticking a Prowl clone with a steriotypic emotional/illogical/quirky biology teacher… Lord help Lieutenant!
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