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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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**Trouble 1**

**A Little group of shots within the New Era**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

In the millennia of their intense rivalry, of their intense disagreement over theology – there is one thing that Optimus Prime and Megetron would always agree on. One small matter of personnel whom should never be mixed, should never be teamed… The mere thought of such a situation, of such a potential prospect, had kept each mighty leader up at times. Tossing and turning as the dread filled their powerful frames and wouldn’t let them have peace….

Yes, there was one single thing that both leaders would heartily agree upon. Perhaps even joke about over some high grade…

It was that Sideswipe and Skywarp should never – NEVER – be on the same side! The implications of what kind of terror that would ensue was beyond comprehension…

Unfortunately, neither side had thought to put that particular warning on the specs of those models. So the Unit was blessedly unaware of the ‘danger’ they now faced…. The fact that both clones had the pleasure programming just made the potential of what could, or would, happen – an even greater risk than what the original mechs would cook up together…

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(Happens before TC ‘catches’ Bond)

“What’s up?” the question was asked in a cheerful voice as a hand clamped down on one of his wings.

Bond narrowed his optics as he spun to face the clone, half expecting to see the blue Seeker who’d been following him around constantly. Instead, he locked optics with some that were sky blue. Relaxing slightly, he nodded. “Nothing much. Daniel wants me and Shado to do some scouting in the suburbs.”

The Sideswipe clone cocked his helm. It sounded dangerous, and fun! “Strong enough to carry two?” He could always convince Daniel that he’d figured having two experienced clones with the newbie – was better than one.

The Skywarp clone took that as a challenge to his capabilities. Straightening his shoulder servos he swelled up his chest region. “I could carry three if needed,” he snorted.

Jester grabbed his arm and began to drag him towards the landing platform, and Shado. The mischievous gleam in his optics unnoticed by either clone… “Well let’s go then!” he chuckled.

Even though he’d missed the mischief in the red ground clone’s optics, Bond easily spotted the wariness in Shado’s as the mentor clone quickly realized that Jester had basically invited himself along. So, was there was competition between the two cousin clones? Was he going to get to see a fight? Bond smirked at the last thought. He’d more than enjoy a good cousin fight. Perhaps even get a few unseen swings in himself. He glanced down at the hard concrete floor some thirty feet below them. Briefly considering if he should casually push one of them off – it would be entertaining. Deciding that it would indeed be entertaining, he teleported so quickly that neither of the other clones could catch it….

Jester tumbled towards the floor, his optics opened wide in shock. But the quick thinking clone activated his jet pack before he hit the floor. Zooming back up to the platform, he landed in a huff. His optics darted from one clone to the other. “Alright fraggers – who did it?!?” he demanded.

Bond shrugged his shoulders and pointed towards Shado before the shocked Mirage clone could even fathom what had happened. He kept his expression one of total innocence. But his inner smirk widened as Jester focused on his cousin.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” Shado exclaimed as Jester leveled his glare at him. Frankly, the spy had just thought that Jester had slipped – his optics hadn’t caught the flash of rapid teleporting.

Jester balled his fist, but then had a bright idea. He narrowed his optics at his blue and white cousin and snorted. “We’ll settle this later. We’ve got a mission to complete – or Daniel and Charge will get pissed.” With that, he nodded for the Seeker to transform to jet mode.

A tad disappointed that fireworks hadn’t immediately ensued, Bond did as asked. His meta working on coming up with another idea to cause some amusing discord.

Still not sure exactly what had happened, Shado just shook his helm and clambered up on Bond’s topside next to Jester. Just as the Seeker began the first of his teleport jumps, he engaged his cloaking and masked them all.

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“We hit the slaggin’ jackpot!” Jester exclaimed. He hit the front of the coke machine with the flat of his palm, swiping his glossa across his lips in anticipation.

Bond gave the machine a curious look, not understanding why the mentor clone was so happy seeing a square machine. He glanced behind them at the other clone who was wandering around the half-collapsed convenience store, picking up edibles that were still good and chucking them in his subspace. Returning his optics to Jester, the purple Seeker watched him as he tried to stick his hand up the opening in the machine.

“Damn, this is a newer one. Bond, help me tip it,” Jester ordered. He pulled his hand out and stood up next to the machine.

Not sure exactly what the goal of the action was, Bond copied Jester’s actions. With clones on either side of it, they easily tipped it just so…

“Woo-hoo!!!! Jackpot!!!” Jester snickered as a multitude of various plastic bottles tumbled out of the machine’s hole and spilled onto the floor. He shook the machine as the cascade slowed, causing the last few bottles to tumble out. Nodding to Bond to help set the machine back upright, he then fell to his knee plates and began to grab every Dr Pepper he could get.

Bond watched him as the bottles rapidly disappeared into subspace. Still not sure what the fuss was all about. This was his first mission, and he’d yet to be exposed to the delicacies enjoyed by the older clones. He bent down, and began to grab the rest of the ones with the dark colored liquid inside.

“Oh, don’t worry about those, they suck!” Jester stood back up. Bond was grabbing the cokes and diet drinks, pretty worthless to a clone!

“Why’s that? You grabbed the other dark ones,” Bond challenged. He held two diet cokes in his hands, poised to add them to his growing collection in subspace. Throwing the mentor clone a suspicious look, he chucked them in.

“Because THOSE aren’t Dr Peppers, that’s why. They suck!” Jester explained. He scanned the rest of the half-collapsed building’s coolers, his optics searching for more of the desired drink. Spying some, he trotted over. After trying the door and finding it jammed, he slammed his fist through it instead. Before he could begin to grab some, the Seeker had pushed him aside.

“Then let me have some of these Dr Peppers,” Bond snorted. In a blur, he began grabbing and tossing them into his subspace. Still not sure why these particular fluids were so valuable, but positive that he was going to get his share!

“You two are such heathens,” Shado muttered as he strolled by. “We are here to find all usable supplies – not just Dr Peppers!” he chastised.

This briefly stopped the two who were snagging as many Dr Peppers as their subspace could hold. They both glanced at him, then at each other. Jester’s optics got a devilish gleam as he remembered that he needed to pay Shado back for that push off the platform. He elbowed Bond. “Tell you what, help me grab his tail pipes and I’ll show you something fun to do with Dr Pepper!” he whispered. His tone told the purple Seeker that it’d most likely be more fun for them – than for Shado.

A smirk widened on the Seeker’s face plate. So, the Sideswipe clone liked to prank? He could get to like this clone. With a nod, he teleported.

“Hey, let me go!” Shado said as his arms were grabbed and bound with a loose electric cord.

“Put him on the floor,” Jester ordered. The gleam in his optics lighting the dark store…

“Nggggsssstttt!” Shado’s back hit the floor hard. He struggled as the purple Seeker held him down. “What the hell are you two doing! I’m going to…”

The Sideswipe clone grinned as he forced Shado’s legs against his shoulders, lifting the clone’s aft off the ground and angling it upward. With his digits, he began to pry open Shado’s port covers. “You’re gonna what? Tell everyone how you begged us to eat you out?”

Getting an idea of what they were fixing to do, and enjoying the fact of Shado’s discomfort – Bond smoothly fell in. “Yea, TC will be so pissed that you’re after me you know. He might even kick your tailpipes if he found out.”

Shado struggled in vain as his ports were exposed. “I’m not! You freagin’ liars!” He tried to bite Bond, his only recourse..

Jester snickered as he slid a finger into both of Shado’s exposed ports. They were dry, unlubricated. The clone’s interface nets obviously not activated – but they soon would be. “Two against one. And it’d be fun to watch you run from TC.” He met Bond’s optics, deciding that he really liked the purple clone. He was fun! “Hey, give me one of your Dr Peppers.”

“Why mine? You’ve got plenty!”

“Because his legs are in the way of getting to my subspace that’s why.” Jester licked his fingers, coating them with his water-based oral fluids and then shoved them back into Shado.

Bond rolled his optics, still not thrilled with giving up any of his Dr Peppers even though he had no clue as to why they were valuable. But Jester did have a point. With a snort, he grabbed one of his Dr Peppers and tossed it towards the red clone.

“Let me go! I haven’t done anything to you!” There was a pleading edge to Shado’s voice. “Akkkkkk! Quuuuiiiiiiiitttttt!” He jerked as a cold hard thing was inserted into his forward port. Fluid that was almost near-freezing dripped inside, making his port sensors react in shock.

Enjoying the pleas of their victim, Bond encouraged Jester. “He wants more,” he snickered.

Jester grinned and pushed the bottle in further, stretching Shado’s unready port with its width. “Yea, he’s not getting much from Blue these days,” he snickered. Squeezing the plastic bottle, he forced more Dr Pepper into Shado’s port.

“Pllllleeeeeeeaaassseeee quuuuiiiiiiiitttttt!” Shado begged. His port felt full. Too full… The cold liquid at first numbing his sensors and then caused them to flame to activation as it warmed. Its carbonated bubbles creating the weirdest sensation he’d ever felt.

The bottle was now emptied of its contents. Pulling it out of the clone Jester threw it across the store. But he kept Shado’s legs tight against his shoulder armor, his victim’s ports angled upwards so that no Dr Pepper could drip out. Dipping his finger into the full forward port, he coated it and then brought it up to his mouth and sucked the tasty fluid off as if it was candy. “Mmmmm, this is good! Just a touch of mineral oil lube mixed in. You out to try it Bond, its slammin’!”

With a sadistic grin down at the clone begging them to quit, Bond leaned forward and jabbed his fingers roughly into the full port. Licking them off, he finally realized what all the fuss was over. The wonderful sensation of the carbonation tickling his glossa as the flavor molecules spread over it…. “Mmmmm, yes it’s very good!” he agreed. Though it was even better with the pleas from their victim!

“Why don’t you suck it out of him? I’ll give you the first bottle,” Jester smirked. He forced Shado’s hips even higher, almost making the poor clone stand upside down on the back of his shoulder armor.

More into the fact that Shado was not enjoying this, than the idea of eating out a clone, Bond nodded at Jester. Curling his arms around Shado’s hips, he helped to hold the sobbing clone in position. Teasing Shado by rimming his port with his glossa first, his engines hummed as the clone’s pleas and sobs increased in volume. Then he surrounded the port with his lips, gently sucking the delicious fluid out of it. His glossa working in-and-out as he did so…

“Plllleeeeeaaaassseeeee, mmmmmmmm, quuuuiiiiiiitttttt…” Shado sobbed helplessly. Tears streamed down his face plate as his systems betrayed him. His interface networks humming as they came online…

“Ohhh, he’s enjoying it Bond. You must be pretty good at eating ports!” Jester snickered. Now that Bond was helping to hold up their victim, he could access his own subspace. With a smirk, he pulled out two more bottles.

Now that more mineral oil lubricate was mixing in with the Dr Pepper – it was even more tasty! Bond worked his glossa faster as he sucked, encouraging the sobbing clone’s interface nets to produce yet more. Mixing it together even as he drank…

Shado moaned, his meta now becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure sensations they were causing. But he didn’t want this! They weren’t his bond mate! He cried in shame even as his chassis began to tremble with Bond’s every lick. It felt so good! It was horrible! His digits balled into fists behind his back. Their tips digging into his palm…

Sucking the last little bit out, Bond lifted his head. “Yep, very tasty!” He squeezed Shado’s aft. “Thanks Shado for the refreshing drink,” he snickered.

With the ports now exposed again, Jester grinned and handed Bond the other bottle. With a zzzzttt he opened his, eliciting a whimper from his cousin. “Ah, your aft port looks lonely,” he purred. Placing the tip of the open bottle against the exposed port, he slowly worked the first third of the bottle in, watching in fascination as the port stretched to accept it.

Bond unscrewed the top of his off as well, and did the same to the forward port. But he forced his bottle in even further. Eliciting a groan from the trapped clone… “You’re right, he’s enjoying this,” he snickered as he began to pump the bottle in and out of Shado.

“Ngggggsssstttt! Stooooppppp it huuuuurrrrtttsss!” Shado wailed helplessly. The bottles were too wide, too big. They hurt even as the bubbling fluid tickled his sensors. More lubricant was produced as his sensors reacted to the pressure, to the friction. His ports began to relax again as they stretched. Accepting the larger width of the plastic bottles… Curling his legs behind Jester’s helm he helplessly bucked in synch with their thrusts.

“Damn, he must not be getting much if he likes this so much,” Bond snorted. He pulled the now empty bottle out of Shado and tossed it on the floor. “Now let me have another taste.”

The Mirage clone shuddered as his forward port was once again assaulted with that wonderful glossa. The suction of the clone as he sucked out the Dr Pepper was incredible! He moaned as Bond’s fingers went inside him and then spread him open wider. Not able to help himself any longer, he nipped the clone’s leg armor. Giving in to the pleasure…

The bottle still being pumped into his aft port by Jester made him whimper at the same time as he moaned. Since he and Blue practiced direct chest spark bonding more than anything else, his aft port was little used and unstretched. The plastic bottle was so big, so wide. It still hurt a bit as it was forced in and out of him. But it felt good in a strange way… He yelped as he was suddenly hit hard on his aft..

Bond grinned at Jester as he spanked their victim hard. “The fragger’s nipping me. I think he needs more,” he told Jester.

Jester thought for a second, pulling the empty bottle out of his cousin as he did. “Let’s change positions then bro.”

“Please… Jester…” Shado sobbed as they didn’t let him down while they changed positions. His optics stared at Jester’s codpiece now. He felt empty.. Felt the want to be filled again. Even though it went against everything he believed in. He needed it..

“Please what – Shado?” Jester purred. He snickered as Bond spanked Shado again. Shado’s yelp told him that the loud clang wasn’t just for show either.

“Please, Akkkkkk, slag…. Me….I … neeeedddd…” Shado shuddered. He licked Jester’s latched codpiece. He couldn’t function like this. His interface nets fully activated, fully engaged. His entire frame racked with desire. He needed release… He had to have it!

Jester gyrated his hips a bit, rubbing them into Shado’s face plate. He’d only expected a little fun, not for his prim-and-proper cousin to be begging to be slagged. A slag-eating grin crossed his face plate as he activated his cable. “Blow me, and I’ll think about it.”

Bond snickered; he was beginning to like this red ground clone more and more. Rimming the helpless clone’s aft port with his lips, he began the torturously pleasurable task of sucking out every drop of the Dr Pepper. It was just as pleasurable for him – as their victim it seemed.

Shado tensed as he felt Bond turn his attention to his aft port. “Nggggsssttt!” Without thinking further, he eagerly gobbled down Jester’s waiting jack. Sucking for all he was worth as the red clone thrust his hips. Thrusting deeply into his mouth… He didn’t care anymore. He needed release! Sweet release! Desperation filled his glossa, directed it, controlled it.

“Boy’s good at a BJ – you outta try it sometime,” Jester quipped to Bond.

Lifting his head, the Skywarp clone gave him a smirk. An idea had just gone through his meta. An idea that seemed like fun! And frankly, he was curious as to if he could con the Sideswipe clone into doing it. “Hold him, I’ve got to get something.” Waiting for Jester to wrap his arms around Shado’s hips, he casually flipped the blue/white clone’s legs from his intakes over Jester’s shoulder plates.

Glancing at the red clone who was happily forcing his cable in-and-out of his once-unwilling victim as he held him in the contorted position, Bond smirked to himself. He wasn’t the least bit interested in slagging the clone. Hell, his interface nets weren’t even activated! He just wanted to make him scream. For some reason dominating others in this way just seemed to turn him on. Gave him a power trip, a natural high! Wandering around, he soon found what he was looking for…

Shado yelped as he was hefted up. His legs tied by heavy electric cords looped over one of the rafters. “What are you doing?!?” he wailed. His helm now just touched the floor, his legs spread wide. He’d asked Jester to slag him – wasn’t that what his cousin wanted?!? Wasn’t that enough for him?????

Bond slapped his aft hard again. “Giving you what you want,” he snickered. The yelp of pain from Shado was like music to his audios. “Let me see your cable,” he ordered. As Jester gave him a curious look, he grinned. “Oh, you’ll loooooooovvvvveeee this idea Jester!”

The Sideswipe clone shrugged his humorous grin back on his face plate. He had to admit that he was really enjoying this. So if Bond had come up with an even better idea, he couldn’t wait to see what it was!

Helpless and realizing that all he could do was to obey them; Shado cringed as he unrolled his cable and pressurized to his normal dimensions. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt a strong hand grasp his cable.

“Open your ports Jester and put a leg over him.” Bond was loving this! Coating Shado’s cable with his own lubricant, he smirked at Jester as he rubbed the tip of it against his forward port. “You wanted to get slagged, hmmmm? You’ll both get freagin’ slagged!” With his other hand, he grabbed Jester’s cable and forced it down, into Shado’s port. Done, he reached down and freed Shado’s hands. “Now freagin’ slag away!” He snickered and slapped them both on their afts as hard as he could.

Jester moaned as his unready port was filled with Shado’s cable, just as his own throbbing cable was surrounded by the warm tightness of Shado’s port. Bond was right – this was a wonderful idea! Why hadn’t he ever thought of it before? A way to slag and be slagged all at the same time! Grabbing onto Shado’s bound legs for support, he trembled as he lifted up slightly, and then sat back down.

Shado put his elbows down on the ground, bracing his upside-down chassis as his cable slid in-and-out at the same time that Jester’s did. The sensations were incredible! Overwhelming! He screamed in pleasure as the Seeker mercilessly slapped both their afts. Yelling at them to go faster, deeper….

Jester grunted as he sought to follow Bond’s commands, his meta not really seeing the domination for what it was. All he knew was pleasure. The sense of filling and being filled at the same time! His engine roared with Shado’s. Biting down on one of those blue legs, he trembled as he thrust deeper, was thrust into deeper. It was incredible, unbelievably incredible!

Grabbing the last extension cord he’d found, Bond whipped them for a few moments. Then he grabbed the two discarded bottles. Still slick with lube… Coming up next to the two gasping, bucking clones – he positioned the tips of the bottles just so….

Jester’s optics went white and rolled back in his head as he came down again. Unexpectedly, his aft port was stretched wide. Painfully stretched so! His chassis jerked at the sudden onset of his aft port sensors going nuts. System-wide shutdown commenced, and with a final scream he slumped down.

As both of the clones screamed and shut down, Bond smirked. For another minute or two, he forced those two bottles deep inside the two clone’s aft ports. The two were still locked together, joined by their cables and ports. Jester slumped over, held up by Shado’s bound legs. A few more times, Bond pumped the too-large objects into them. They had fallen for his ideas, for his tricks… And he knew that their aft ports would now be slightly torn. Yep, for the next couple days, they’d remember the incident every time they sat down gingerly…

Stepping back, he casually shot both electrical cords and walked off. The crash and muttered curses behind him told him that the act had had the intended effect of separating and activating both clones. Prying open a door in the back of the store, he glanced back over his intake. “If both of you are done with your freagin’ recreation, perhaps we can get some work done now?” Then he slid inside the back room to investigate its contents.

Jester chuckled, not phased in the least by Bond’s terminology – unlike Shado, who turned a darker shade and looked down. Getting up on his peds, Jester smacked Shado upside the helm. “Yea cuz! Get off your slaggin’ tail pipes and get to work! We don’t have any more time for your playin’!” he snickered and went to follow Bond.

Shado looked after them, his optics dark and sad. Slowly getting up from the floor, he felt the ache in his ports. The ache of being used more than they were used to being. It just reminded him of how he’d given in. Given in so easily to forced temptation. A fact that he could never tell anyone. For who would they believe? Two clones – or one? No, it was a secret that he’d never tell. But he knew to keep his guard up around them from now on. He clenched his digits into tight fists, promising himself that this situation would never happen again…

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“Hey, look what I found!” Bond muttered as he hefted some collapsed sections of wall off his prize.

Jester came trotting over to help. Soon they’d uncovered a smashed up Fire Star clone. Her upper chassis had suffered the majority of the damage from the collapse, but waist down she looked unscathed.

“Don’t think she’s repairable with her head smashed flat like that,” Jester commented as they dragged her out.

Bond knelt down, running his fingers over her lower chassis. With a sadistic smirk, he pried open the port covers and felt around inside them for a moment. An idea filled his meta, blending in with a memory echo. An echo almost as old as the real Skywarp himself… A vision of coming across a young Starscream who was sobbing about wanting to be femme; who then turned on Skywarp – raping him mercilessly and warning him to never speak of what he’d seen or he’d suffer worse.

A snicker filled Bond as he looked the smooth curves of the femme clone’s lower chassis over. Her ports were virgin by their tightness. She’d off lined soon after activation. But that didn’t bother him much at all. No, he could use her chassis for blackmail. To tease the Air Commander with! Because he knew something no one else did. He knew what was going on inside the troubled clone’s meta. “You’re right Jester. Might as well leave her,” he stated as he stood up and strolled away.

But even as the clones were wrapping their scavenging up, Bond was making plans. Making plans to come back and fetch the chassis….. He just had to decide what he’d demand of the red Seeker for its use..

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Note: Well, I thought it’d be more lighthearted than the other chapters and kind’ve a one-shot. But it just got a life of its own. Blending with the rest of the story in a wave of twists…. Bond’s got Skywarp’s sadistic humor streak – but paired with more intelligence. I’m sure the Autobots would agree that it’s good he’s not the real Skywarp!
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