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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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**Want to add a Feral Spark chapter? See guidlines at the end of this chapter!

**Feral Sparks part 1**

**Written by StSE, universe G1**

He scanned around him with all available sensors. For a brief second, he dared to lift his head over the cover of the crumbling structure. But just as quickly he ducked back down, his red optics wild. They were out there! They were looking for him… They were hunting him.. Trembling in fear, he sank down lower into the rubble. His once gleaming armor now so layered with a mixture of ash and dust - that he blended right in with the wreckage that was now his world.

No, he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to blend in. To function unseen and unnoticed by those who might possibly harm him. But this blessed existence of ambiguity somehow eluded his grasping hands. Snuggling back down into the rubble, he wiggled in like a sidewinder snake furrowing into the desert sands. Soon, all that could be seen were his optics and the very top of his helm where his primary audio receptors were housed. If he detected any sign of movement in his surroundings, then he’d disappear completely. The thick pile of rubble would hide his heat signature and even muffle most of his energy signature.

Now satisfied in his temporary ambiguity within the wasteland, the clone fell back into the recesses of his meta….

….. **“Oh, Nova, you’re beautiful!” she gasped as she ran her fingers along his orange face plate.

He cringed and turned away. She had singled him out again from the other military clones. Why was she forever singling HIM out!?! Did she not know that he wanted simply to blend in? To simply stay at his guard station, alone and unbothered. That’s all he wanted. To be left alone! Why wouldn’t the night supervisor leave him alone?!?

“Trying to act coy again - my gorgeous sports car?” she said as she forced his chin to turn. Forced the unwilling clone to meet her eyes even as she pressed him against the wall…

Her eyes – they stared into his very soul!! Nova narrowed his optics to slits, trying to turn his head away. But he could feel her eyes as she raped his chassis with them. It was worse than when she ran her hands over him! He could handle the hands, they made his sensory nets react whether he liked it or not.. But her eyes on him… No, anything but THAT!

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she ground her hips against his codpiece. He heard her unzip her pants.. Heard them fall to the floor of the dark guard shack. “Activate bonding cable, you know what dimensions I like,” she whispered.

Grinding his dental plates together, Nova activated his cable. Whirs from his hydraulic pumps could be heard as his limp device slowly filled with fluid. It rose as it stiffened and extended to her liking.

She giggled like a school girl as she wrapped her hand around it. “Oh, I see you are glad to see me again,” she whispered.

As glad to see you as a toad being crushed under my tire – he thought. But he knew better than to say this. So instead of saying anything, he just turned his optics off and made his meta focus on the signals his interface nets were sending streaking through his primary processor. He’d learned to do this, since if he’d kept his optics on he’d have to deal with her eyes raping him again. Even now, that creepy feeling of BEING ‘eye raped’ was sending those tingling urges to bolt away and hide coursing through him.

“Mmmmm, you taste so good,” she said as she swiped her tongue along the length of his hard shaft. She toyed with him for a while, enjoying his moans.

He sank down to the ground. His back armor ground against the metal wall of the guard shack as he did so, making a shrill shriek. It filled the nighttime stillness. Somehow more in synch with how he truly felt – than the moans which emanated from his vocalizer. “Ahhhhhhh.” His helm smacked the metal wall with a loud clang as he arched up.

She had followed him as he had sat down. His cable had disappeared within her mouth as she swallowed him. Pumping her head up and down, she began to feel his beautiful chassis start trembling.

Nova spread his legs a bit wider. His ports ached for the attention that his cable was getting. He felt them fill with wetness as they automatically released lubrication. Shaking his head back and forth, he opened his port covers. His body language begging her to notice them… Fill them with her fingers. “MMMMMMMMmmmm, Pleeeeaaaassee,” he begged. Though he knew better than to actually TELL her what he wanted.. He was but a mere machine..

The woman grinned. Once again the clone was begging her to sit on his shaft. To fuck him like she’d done since the day he’d been delivered to her work site. Oh, it was such a blessing to be supervising these clones! Unlike men, they’d do whatever she wanted. And they’d never report her ‘break time’ activities either. Such a nice ‘bonus’ at this job… So nice! Letting his shaft slide from her mouth, she pulled her work pants off. Straddling him, she impaled herself on his ready cable.

He groaned inside even as pleasure rolled over him like a tidal wave. Once again the ache in his ports went unnoticed. His female half unfulfilled. He thrust into her depths. The slap of skin against armor now filled the guard shack. Accompanied by the grunts and low moans of human desire being fulfilled…

As always, he did as ordered. More out of the fact that if he didn’t, she’d come up with a lie about his job performance and tell the day supervisor – then he’d be reamed in front of the entire security force. Nova would do ANYTHING to keep from that happening again. Once was enough. He’d trembled and jumped at every noise in the darkness for a week after that horrible moment.

So, he’d let himself become the focus of her desire. Fulfilled her every want – even though his were never truly fulfilled.… True, there had been some good moments. Overloading for any reason was enjoyable for a clone, even if they despised who was causing their overload. But this was just his lot in life… Just his luck to get singled out for attention he did not truly want**………

…He was shaking when he finally came out of the memory echo. The rubble rustled a bit as he wrapped his arms over his chest, trying desperately to calm the wild pulsing of his core. He hated that pulsing. It was that which set him apart from the others now. A curse to forever make him a target for their attentions….

Tears of self-pity welled up in his optics. The devastation of the human world had freed his brethren. Freed them to walk the continent as they wished… Attack who they wanted to… The madness coursing through them… Sometimes they were merely slightly off, but other times they were in a full rage – attacking all that moved.. But always, if they saw him – they came for him.

Yes, the clones were ‘free’ in a sense. Living out their lives in the rubble of what had once been… But he wasn’t free. In fact, he was more trapped than he had been when he was owned! At least when he was owned, he found the safety of solitude in his tiny defrag closet. The tiny space had barely enough room for him to lie down. But he loved that little room. It was the one place he felt safe in. The one place he could relax.

Once again, Nova cursed the very ground beneath his feet. Even it was after him! It had destroyed everything he’d grown accustomed to. Destroyed the life he had finally come to somewhat adapt to. He hated the Earth. It was out to destroy him just as those wild clones were! Out to destroy the damned spark which now pulsed within him.

The sound of far off thunder filled his audios. He listened intently, gauging the strength of the storm front by the number of thundercracks. He’d known one was on its way. Since he’d been surviving all alone, he’d come to watch everything around him. Log every detail of his new reality into his meta. And he’d seen the patterns. It was early springtime in this region. Far too early to be as warm and humid as it’d had been. And just like the previous years – a squall line was coming. Tornados and storms would ravage the land, and once they’d passed the temperature would drop.

Nova smiled as the winds picked up. Swirling the leaves and the refuse around the area like so many play toys… He liked these storm fronts. For while all the other clones hid under cover, he used the storm to cover his move to a new location. One thing he’d learned long ago, was that even the insane clones – were not insane enough to fight the storms!

The storms hit with a blinding fury! The rain so thick, that one could barely see beyond their hand. The clone slipped out of his hiding place. Using the light from the storm’s own fury, he transformed and made his way down the abandoned interstate. As he drove, the rain washed his armor off; just as it continued to wash the ash from the cataclysm away. The white of his paint job now shimmered in the flashes of lighting. He headed southwest again, like he always did. Not knowing why he went this way. Just knowing that he seemed to run across fewer and fewer sentient beings the further he traveled. And that was just fine by him.. Yes, fine by him…

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Guidlines for submission to this miniseries:

1. Happens AFTER Yellowstone eruption (AKA 'A.Y.')
2. Can be on any continent, or just don't say where its location is. But if it's in the continental USA, make sure to figure out if it is in the destruction zone. (AKA Mid west)
3. Can be 'feral clone' interaction, or human/clone interaction.
4. Don't tell us WHO the clone is of. But give us enough clues to figure it out.
5. List the smut categories in parenthesis in the chapter title.

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Ok, now it's your turn to guess! WHO is Nova a clone of - and what gave him away???
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