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- 1-Protectors
- 2-Frustration boil over
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Protectors part 2

Preface: Several weeks have passed; The women getting plastered every night and teasing the clones for nothing more than their drunken amusement. They’ve traveled all over, and are now camping out wherever Tabby decides the perfect sunrise or sunset picture can be had…

The Motor master clone has gotten beyond frustrated with this lifestyle..

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Shaq squatted down next to him, not overly willing to sit down on the loose volcanic slope. His red optics burned with unfulfilled frustration as he looked out over the dark landscape.

“I hate it to Shaq,” Thor said with a helpless shrug of his rocket launchers, “but that’s just how our owner is.”

The Motor Master clone’s engine rumbled unhappily next to him. “Worthless drunk teases,” he snarled.

“I wouldn’t call them ‘worthless’ – now drunk and teases I’d agree wholeheartedly with you. Sometimes I wonder why Jenna uploaded the pleasure programs in the first place.” His own cable throbbed unhappily; he could still feel her hand gripped around it. Her drunken laughter and teasing about a machine’s reaction to her touch – rang hollowly in his audios. She and Tabby had gotten drunk and messed with them sexually for weeks now. But it wasn’t for interfacing purposes – it was for the drunk women’s amusement. He honestly didn’t believe that the humans realized how much the behavior was hurting him and Shaq emotionally. So he couldn’t say they were abused – just misunderstood. One day their owners would understand them. He was sure of it!

“For their own sick amusement,” the black clone snorted his tone full of frustrated sarcasm.

“Look at the bright side – we could still be at the Pawn Shop. Standing still all day, cleaning and playing cards with the others all night. No future to look forward to.” The Magnus clone glanced at his old friend, hopeful he could pull
him out of his funk again.

Shaq turned his optics to his friend, his lust trying to twist into an almost predatory instinct again. Ever since Jenna had made that off-handed joke – it had been rolling through his meta. She’d joked that they should order the clones to fuck each other and make a video to sell – make some money. Then she’d passed out in one of her drunken stupors for yet another night. Still throbbing from the teasing he’d endured earlier that evening – his cable pressed excitedly against his armor at the thought. Unlike Autobot clones – Decepticon clones took to the idea of clone-to-clone interface rather easily. “Indeed,” he replied to the annoyingly positive Magnus clone.

Turning away from his friend, Thor smiled and unrolled his sleeping mat. Yes their situation was not optimal, but it was far better than where they’d been. Laying down on his belly armor, he stretched and then set his chin down on his crossed arm servos. He enjoyed looking over the dramatic landscapes of the new places they stopped every night. The women slept in the small camper they towed – the clone ‘bodyguards’ had bed mats, sleeping bags and even a tent. If it was a clear night, the two clones preferred to defrag under the stars, most of the time the sleeping bags weren’t even necessary.

Unbeknownst to Thor, Shaq’s optics roved hungrily over his chassis. Glossa swiped across his trembling lip components as his frustration threatened to overwhelm him. Threatened to control him!

“Might as well just lay down and enjoy the night, get your meta off of the frustration,” Thor advised.

Lay down… Lay down! Shaq didn’t need to lay down – he needed some release! His control broken, he pounced on top of his friend.

“What the frag?!?” the Magnus clone exclaimed before a strong hand clamped down over his mouth. Shaq outweighed him by a good fifty pounds, was taller by a foot. The Motor Master clone had been ordered as the central unit of a gestalt since the shipping company wanted the strongest model available. Thor was no weakling by any means, but with their positions – he was definitely at a distinct disadvantage.

“Shut up Thor!” Shaq snarled in a whisper. The feel of having someone helpless underneath him made him feel powerful, strong – in control! Warmth spread over him as his cable engaged and extended, going right between Thor’s pinned thighs, rubbing against his codpiece. “Jenna…. She said a week ago that she wanted US to interface. She ordered us to do this!”
Thor shook his head, struggling to move, to do anything to get the larger and stronger clone off of him. When he felt the thick cable slide in between his thighs he froze for a moment in total shock!

“Yes, you remember her words – don’t you? She wants to make a movie of us to sell.” Shaq paused for a moment to nip at the back of Thor’s soft neck rubber. He thrust his hips just a bit, sliding his needy cable back and forth along the surface of the Magnus clone’s latched codpiece.

What was he doing?!? Was he really serious?!? Thor bucked against him, trying to get him off.

“You want it…. Mmmmmmm…. We both NEED this……” Keeping the other clone pinned down; the Motor Master clone ran his free hand along his side, caressing his armor as he slowly felt down his length. He kissed and nipped at Thor’s sensitive neck, reveling in the twitches and bucks his partner’s chassis performed.

Helplessly trapped underneath the larger clone, the Magnus clone’s digits dug into the mat beneath them. His pleasure nets threatened to react to this unnatural conduct – in direct contradiction to his Autobot programming! He gasped as his neck was attacked by light nips and kisses, shivered in repulsion as digits slipped into hidden seams and stroked his sensory nodes. Yes, Jenna had said that – but she’d been drunk and just joking like she always was late at night! Jenna really didn’t mean for them to…. He tensed as Shaq’s hand slid between his thighs… No! This was not right! His meta screamed…. He bit down on the hand over his mouth…

The dentals sinking into his palm did nothing more than to spur the Decepticon clone’s passion to higher levels. Grunting, he bit down hard on Thor’s neck like a wolf grabbing pray. His meta consumed by the demands of his pleasure nets, he began to work his digit-tips into the seams of his prey’s latched codpiece. Working them in, he forced the panel to slide open, exposing the Magnus clone’s ports to his attentions….

Grunting in disbelief at his friend’s behavior, Thor thrashed underneath him. Trying something – anything – to stop this unholy union from occurring between them! Dentals sunk into the thin covering on the back of his neck, paralyzing him in pain as his last line of defense was forced aside.

With a triumphant growl, Shaq kept his dentals locked onto his prey as he forced his throbbing cable deep inside Thor’s unready forward port. He was as virgin as Thor, neither one knowing how to properly prepare for this contact… But unlike Thor, the Motor Master clone’s meta was fogged over by his overwhelming need for release…

“Ngstk!” Thor grunted as he bit down harder on the hand muffling his cries. His port felt like it was being ripped apart! This was why it was against his programming to ‘face with another clone! They weren’t meant to ‘face together! They weren’t designed for it! It would damage both of them – did Shaq not realize that?!?

Forcing his shaft inside the tight opening, the Motor master clone reveled in the mixture of pleasure and pain. The opening was too tight for his girth, too dry for comfort… But his cable drove him to pull out and thrust in again and again! He needed this! He deserved this! “Mmmmmgggg, Mmmmmggg!” he growled like a beast with each thrust.

The Magnus clone writhed helplessly beneath him, optics bright with pain. With each thrust, the spike of fire seemed to penetrate deeper inside him. The burn spreading through him… His pleasure nodes mixing the signals of pleasure and pain into a macabre of unnatural jolts of data…

Automatic systems engaged for protection of materials. Lubrication flowed into the port, spread quickly by the sliding of the thickly ribbed shaft that invaded..

Shaq’s growls became moans of pure ecstasy as the slick wetness drove off any pain from friction. His rapid pace quickened further as he strove to find something that he didn’t know. Keeping his bleeding hand still tightly clamped over Thor’s mouth, he propped himself up on his other elbow, angling himself so that he could pound yet harder into that wonderful cavern of total bliss….

Pain faded into pleasure as lubricant began to protect him. Sensory nodes that he never knew he had fired signals of flaming pleasure waves. They crashed over his processors, washing away all of his programmed repulsion of the act. His optics dimmed as he began to arch his aft up to meet each rapid fired thrust. Pleasure knifing through him with each invasion….

Nearing his climax, the Motor Master Clone roared lowly in his chest. Lifting himself up, he grabbed Thor’s arms and forced them behind his back armor. With a zip tie, he locked them there and used them to hold the clone still as he pounded deeper…. Harder…. Faster….. Into his helpless partner…

“Ahhhhhh, Ngst….. Mmmmmmm…. Weeeee…. Can’t…. do….. ahhhhhhh…. This…..” Thor moaned weakly. His powerful chassis held up by the Motor Master clone like he was nothing but a light doll, his head bobbing with each hard thrust into his now aching need…

….. A memory echo washed over him then. His optics brightened as he became the real Ultra Magnus. Arching his head up, he looked back at the dark mech behind him. Motor Master’s optics were clouded over in lust as he pounded into him, the crazed Stunticon commander hot with need. Just as he himself was also in need…. He’d let the con ‘catch him’ in this isolated canyon. The game between them well matched. They caught each other after fights periodically, each tying the other up, each pretending to take him against his will, and finally the other ‘escaping’ at the end with a blaze of laser fire. This was to protect them in case either of their comrades ever came across them. It would be relatively acceptable then.

Magnus’s optics dimmed as he spread his legs further, beckoning the black mech to fill him. “You’ll…. Never… conquer my meta …. You evil con!” he moaned… His chassis shook with waves of heat.. He needed the coming release so bad..

“Submit to me…. Ugg ugg… like the Autobot whore you are!” Motor Master roared as the flow of hydraulic fluid erupted, filling the Autobot with him… The port spasmed around his member as Ultra Magnus reached his climax as well, sucking all the fluid draining from his tip……

….. Thor gasped in shock, blinking his optic shutters rapidly as he came out of the echo and back into reality. The Autobots… some of them had longterm secret interface relationships with those whom they called enemies?!? It was unbelievable – but yet believable. Their own shame had caused them to try and keep their own clones from ever enjoying the same acts of treason. Craning his head, he looked back at the Decepticon clone who held him captive – pounding into him with the same ruthless intensity as Motor Master had so many times the Ultra Magnus.

“Motor Master….mmmmmmm…. Shaq…” the Magnus clone murmured as he closed his optic shutters and gave himself fully into the moment… Into the pleasure now rippling through his thick chassis with every powerful thrust… Shattering those Autobot programs of shame.. Freeing himself of their grasp and becoming his own entity…

Totally unaware of his victim’s almost religious awakening, the Motor master clone grunted as he thrust harder and harder into that wonderful wet tightness. Hitting his climax rapidly, he overloaded and toppled forward; crushing the helpless Magnus clone beneath him… Burying his still rock-hard shaft deep within the tight port….

For a moment, Thor was unable to think clearly, but as his attacker stilled – he came out of the fog that his pleasure nets had forced over his meta. He lay there in total shock… Disbelieving that it had actually occurred…. But the thick shaft imbedded in his forward port was not imagined… Not dreamed… The crush of the black clone’s weight pinning him down was a sickening yet pleasurable reality….

Unable to move, he waited for his former friend to reboot. They were no longer friends – how could they be? Shaq had forced him to break the Autobot rules against clone-to-clone interface. Shaq had raped him! It didn’t matter that he’d enjoyed it. It didn’t matter that he now understood that the entire Autobot rule against it was merely a farce intended to hide their own secret shame. “Shaq? You rebooted yet?” Thor whispered through gritted dentals. He had to stay calm, get the clone to release him… Talk some sense into the thick-helmed brute….

“Mmmmmm, feels good,” Shaq murmured as his optics finally brightened. His cable was still clenched by wonderful slick tight warmth! What a wonderful sensation to reboot to! For the first time in his existence – he couldn’t think of a single thing he wanted to brood and bitch about. He was – happy!

“Man, get off of me. They might catch us!” the Magnus clone whispered. He tried to hide his chassis’ shiver as the thick shaft moved within him. It was simply not right to feel pleasure from another clone! No matter what he now knew, now understood… His emotions conflicted with his Autobot programming.. He wanted it – but he couldn’t want it!

Now fully aware, Shaq grinned and nipped the back of Thor’s neck. “Sorry, first time – I got impatient. We’ll go slow this time,” he promised as he began to move his hips a bit.

“I don’t…. mmmmmmmm…. Want a ….. mmmmmm…. Next time,” Thor grunted between moans he couldn’t stop. Pleasure programs sought to overwhelm his refusal.. He rocked his helm back and forth in time with the gentle thrusts inside him…

“You do – it’s just your pathetic Autobot programs holding you back. Damn you’re so tight!” Lifting himself off of the prone form, he curled his knees under him and forced Thor’s pelvis up so that he could thrust more deeply inside him. Satiated from his early overload, he set a slow and steady pace, intending to make sure that Thor would overload as well. That would shut up his complaints about propriety…

“I…. uuggggggg…” His linkages were beginning to feel like jello from the agonizingly slow steady slide in and out of his now-eager port. Shaq was right – it did feel good once you got past the first part…

Remembering some things he’d seen in the late night pornos – Shaq grinned as he licked a thick digit before circling Thor’s aft port entrance with it. “You like that?” he teased.

Thor’s optics threatened to roll up into his helm as his aft port was invaded by a thick digit. He bucked hard against Shaq’s steady thrusts, his meta once again thoroughly overwhelmed by pleasure data.

Holding the Magnus clone’s upper body level with a single hand looped through the back tied arms – a devilish smirk crossed Shaq’s face plate. “Why don’t you just fuck yourself on my junk then Thor?” He stopped his thrusting, his cable head just spreading the entrance of the slick port. “Fuck yourself to overload.”

Desperate to reach the climax he was now so close to, the Magnus clone began rocking forward and aft, impaling himself on that wonderful thick shaft and digit.

“Yes…. Yes…. Like that my clone bitch…. Mmmmmmmm…..” Shaq watched as his cable and digit stretched the openings as they disappeared into the heat. Then pulled free again as his now-willing friend rocked forward…. It was fascinating…. He added a second digit to his first as Thor rocked back again…

Gasping as his aft port was unexpectedly filled with two thick digits, Thor didn’t stop… His meta needed the stretch… The slight pain mixing with the purest of pleasure….. “Shaq….. Nggsssttttt….. mmmmmm….” He felt giddy….. Weak…. Vulnerable…. All Jello-ee…. Wonderful…… Rocking back and forth, he pleasured himself against his friend….

With a dominant grin, Shaq added a third digit to his lubricant coated duo… Thor’s port was so tight, he wondered if it could swallow the trio…

“God….” Thor gasped as his aft port was further stretched. Digits raked over his internal nodes, firing off signals of need within him… He paused for a moment… Pushing back as hard as he could against his friend… His ports filled to the max… His meta close to the max… Chassis shuddering he leaned forward.. Gasping as everything slowly slid out of him again… The ties cut into his arm servos as he shuddered. He was a prisoner fucking himself on his warden’s cable.. For some reason being dominated like this was even more erotic.. “Shaq.. master…. Mmmmmmm,” he moaned.

So his friend was now going to play along? The black clone swelled up as his energy core became hot. “How much can your virgin aft handle? Hmmmmmm…” Shaq taunted as he added his pinky digit to the others.

“Shaq…. Nggggssst!... Ahhhhhhh…….Shit….” Thor’s entire chassis vibrated as he forced himself backwards… Forced himself to be impaled … stretched beyond imagination…..

“Let me push you over… Stay still….” Shaq whispered….Tightening his grip on his friend’s arms, he kept his cable buried to the hilt as he forced his hand in and out of Thor’s aft port. He wiggled his digits each time he sunk them in, causing his friend to thrash and moan…

“Can’t take…. Mmmmmm…. Anymore….” The Magnus clone moaned as his optics rolled up into his helm. His entire chassis hummed as his systems began to crash..

Undaunted, Shaq increased his pace with his hand, his dominant smirk widening with each thrust….

“Ngggsstt!” Thor grunted before he went limp… His optics darkened as he tumbled down the deep abyss of delightful overload.

“My turn…” Shaq snickered. Rolling his unconscious friend onto his side, he looped a blue leg over his shoulder. With one hand holding onto the limp thigh to keep Thor in position, he filled the Autobot clone’s aft with his thick shaft in one swift motion. Pounding into him, he roared in the darkness as a second overload crashed over him…..

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He rebooted to find himself laying over his still tied up partner, his cable still buried deep within him. It was nice that when a clone climaxed, his junk never went limp – he thought to himself. Thor was looking up at the stars, his expression peaceful. “You gonna untie me now?” he whispered.

Shaq shrugged as he slowly lifted himself off of the clone’s side. “Kind’ve like you this way,” he smirked.

“Yes, apparently it’s the same way between our mechs.” Thor didn’t protest as Shaq forced him to roll onto his back armor, the thick shaft still imbedded deep in his aft port.

Cocking his helm, he gave the brightly colored clone a quizzical look. He expected Thor to be a little pissed at him, maybe even start a nice wrestling match to pay him back – but not this. “Our mechs – willingly interface?” he asked incredulously. Reaching around Thor, he twisted the tie until it broke, freeing his friend’s arms.

“Had a memory echo when you forced this. Yeah, they make it seem like they capture each other, then one rapes the other and the other always get away scot free afterwards. Been going on ever since Motor master came online. Pretty weird relationship if you ask me.” Thor rested his hands on Shaq’s hip armor, caressing the warm black metal as he explained the revelation he had just had.

Enjoying his friend’s hands on his hips, Shaq’s motor rumbled in a satisfied moan. “So if our mechs can be secret lovers – so can we,” he stated as fact.

“Guess so,” Thor shrugged. He was pretty laid back about things - once he'd broken through the Autobot programming that banned such an encounter. Shaq was actually right for once. Some kind of release was better than unending frustration.

Shaq grinned, “Since I’m the dominant – I order you to self-interface while I slag you again.”

“You haven't stopped slaggin’ me you aftwad!” Thor protested.

The black clone shrugged, he didn’t care. “Jack yourself.”

“Ok, if you demand…” He smiled as he activated his cable. Dipping his digits into his own dripping forward port, he used his own lubricant along his length. “Mmmmmmm…” he sighed happily as he began stroking.

Starting to gently thrust in and out of his friend, Shaq licked his lips as he watched Thor self-interfacing at his command. It felt good to be in control for once. Felt good to order someone else around…. Looping Thor’s thick leg servos over his broad shoulders, he tipped the clone’s pelvis just right for good penetration of his aft. His digits drifted to the clone’s exposed forward port.

“Mmmmmm, yes… just like that….” The Magnus clone moaned as thick digits pressed inside him. Coupled with the signals coming from his cable and the slide of Shaq’s thick shaft in his aft – he quickly went over the edge again.

This time Shaq pulled out. He was satiated with the two overloads he’d enjoyed already. And though he could’ve easily gone on all night – something told him that virgin ports could not. He wanted to pursue this release again some time, so he didn’t want to spoil the future opportunity by damaging those wonderful ports. Spreading out his mat next to Thor’s, he pulled the clone against him, enjoying the feel of warm armor against his.

Thor rebooted and found himself snuggled up against the larger clone. “You know, I really should kick your tailpipes in for starting the whole interface as a rape.”

Shaq shrugged dismissively, “I'd enjoy a good fight.”

Thor turned to face him, their noses almost touching. “You really don’t get how others feel – do you Shaq? You never think that far ahead.”

“If I thought that far ahead – then I’d truly want to detach the drunkards’ heads from their shoulders – wouldn’t you think?” he smirked in reply.

“Is violence all you ever think about?” Thor whispered, his optics searching those red orbs for some other emotion.

“Nope, sometimes I think about pleasuring myself in someone else’s port,” his smirk widened. There was no apology to his tone; he’d do it again forcefully without a second thought.

The Magnus clone rolled his optics in exacerbation. “You are something else – you know that Shaq?”

“Yeah, I’m the one who made you overload twice – even though you were sayin no.” With that, Shaq took his lips in a forceful, dominant kiss. His arms encircling him in a bear hug…

Thor’s glossa met his in an eager dance. Whatever emotional connection they couldn’t get from their owners – they’d surely get from each other……
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