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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 2**

**An arc within the New Era**

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

(Happens after TC ‘catches’ Bond)

“Yep, you’re sparked,” Jinx announced as he slammed Bond’s access panel shut.

McCoy nodded as he performed the same cursory exam on KeKe. “It seems that Poet can spark others, just like Scream.”

Squealing in happiness, Poet darted forward and wrapped his arms around KeKe’s neck. The big cat stood up, purring as he licked his friend to thank him. Then they were off. The little clone zoomed around in alt mode, the feline bounding behind him, batting at him like a toy.

TC grinned as he patted Bond’s intake. Leaning forward, he boldly took the purple Seeker’s lips, showing everyone that they were now a pair. Although the dental plate marks lining TC’s wings would’ve made that obvious to anyone who looked.

McCoy and Jinx glanced at each other. Finding some amusement in the different ways that clone pairings exhibited affection. Unlike the more exuberant clones, the two medics were quiet about their own growing relationship. But the emotion was visible in their optics… But only visible to each other – or so they thought..

Even lip-locked, Bond caught the expression in their optics. And his meta began to come up with some rather ‘fun’ ideas….

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“Hey Jester, you busy?” Bond had suddenly appeared next to them.

Jester thrust again into Flame’s tight port. “You could say that,” he chuckled. The clone found it more humorous than troublesome when one of his favorite buddies appeared out of nowhere. No matter how awkward the situation was.

On the other hand, Flame wasn’t so easy going. He glared up at Bond from his position on his hands and knee plates. “Why don’t you freagin’ knock sometimes? Then again, what else should we expect from a Barney look-a-like,” he insulted.

Bond narrowed his optics at the golden clone. Then he decided he’d just shut him up. Teleporting so that he appeared kneeling in front of the clone, he waited for the expected gripe. Flame found himself unable to speak anymore as a pressurized cable suddenly filled his mouth.

“You know he’s going to kick your afterburners for that,” Jester snickered. He thrust into Flame again, his fingers now playing with the clone’s exposed aft port.

Flame trembled in both pleasure and rage. His helm held helplessly by the purple Seeker as the cable was pumped in-and-out of his mouth. He tried to punch the clone; but only ended up slapping him on his heavily armored hips - since his angle of attack was so awkward.

“Mmmm, I like a spanking. Would you like to spank me Flame? Spank me and slag me as hard as you can?” Bond teased.

Jester just shook his head, still amazed at how outlandish this clone could be. But he did come up with some good ideas! That’s why he liked to hang out with him.

Flame tried to spank Bond, even as he was ‘held captive’ by the clone. His engines revved at the mere thought of paying the fragger back.

“Ah, you want to – good! Tell you what, if you help me and Jester out – I’ll let you do it after TC goes into defrag,” Bond snickered. He liked the idea. Perhaps he’d even get the gorgeous one and his twin to slag him too. That’d be like oil on the servo! Now that he’d broken through his programs against clone-clone interface, the more times he got some – the better!

“So what’s your idea this time?” Jester asked.

As Bond began to lay out the details, Jester’s mischievous grin got even bigger…..

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“McCoy?” Jinx said as he peered into the med area. Still nothing! With a sigh, he grabbed the note that was taped to his exam table. /You’ve come this far, let’s go all way.. Meet me at the number two jet, and we’ll spend the day…/ It said.

Jinx’s grin got even bigger. This was the fourth note in the hunt. It was beginning to get as fun as it was confusing! He hadn’t expected McCoy to go this far. Hadn’t expected McCoy to get this romantic! Transforming, he spun out his tires as he peeled out across the hangar.

Trotting up the ramp, he suddenly found himself grabbed from behind. His face mask ripped off in a blur. His optics, lips and hands suddenly bound/covered in duct tape. His meta reeled in shock. Was McCoy into bondage or something?!? What was going on??? He felt himself thrown over a shoulder and carried. No words were said. McCoy not telling him anything…

Bond nodded at Jester and Flame as he entered the jet with the helpless clone thrown over his shoulder. They were holding down an equally helpless Ratchet clone as Flame carefully painted something across his aft. But that wasn’t what McCoy was trembling about. What he was reacting to was Jester’s fingers pumping in and out of his open ports. His lubricant dripping to the floor…

‘/Yep, hadn’t had any in a while/’ Jester snickered over their private comlink.

‘/He’ll get a lot more for the next day or two/’ Flame replied. He was almost finished with his little sign making gig.

Bond rolled Jinx off of his shoulder. With a clang, the helpless clone hit the hard floor with his back armor. Not even giving him a moment to reorient, Bond was kneeling and forcing his legs apart. His lips kissing his latched codpiece…. Jinx’s entire chassis trembled, and a muffled moan could be barely heard. Bond snickered over the comlink as the clone’s cable activated and pressurized. ‘/You two want to loosen that one up first?/’

Jester and Flame exchanged a glance, before a grin crossed Jester’s face plate. Activating his cable, he teased the entrance of McCoy’s dripping port. Careful to not get any of the wet paint on his armor, he began to slowly thrust in-and-out. ‘/Mmmmmm, he’s tight!/’

‘/I get a piece after you/’ Flame reminded him. He came over to Bond and his captive. Helping each other, they lifted him up and made him bend over some pallets. Pulling out his airbrush, Flame began to work on his back armor.

To keep Jinx’s meta off what Flame was doing, Bond bent down and began to nip at his closed port panels. All the while stroking his taunt cable with a sure hand…. The helpless clone bucked under his attentions. His ports opening, already filling with lubricant… With a smirk at Flame, Bond filled the forward port nicely with his cable.

‘/Don’t thrust so freagin’ hard! You’ll make me messed the signage up!/’ Flame griped. With his other hand, he held one of Jinx’s doorwings tightly, trying to keep him still even as Bond thrust into him.

Bond stopped his hip motions, instead focusing on seeing how many fingers he could work inside the clone’s aft port. His victim’s engines choked as he forced three – then four – digits into him. Reaching down, he began to stroke the clone’s shaft. Getting him back on the edge, back to where he wouldn’t even notice the light spray on his back… But everytime Jinx would begin to relax, begin to moan and buck – he’d pump his four fingers roughly in and out of his aft. This caused Jinx to tense and tremble in reaction to the pain.

Jinx gasped as he bucked against whom he thought was McCoy. The medic’s hand so firm on his length as he stroked him. He hadn’t expected the Ratchet clone to be so creative, so dominant! But it was so unexpected… So incredible that his chassis hummed in pleasure… He felt a thick shaft slide into him. Filling him… Satiating him… He’d never had his ports messed with much. His former owners hadn’t really been into that. They’d purchased him to be a handy man more than a clone. The only action he’d ever gotten was his owners’ teen daughter. And that’s because she chased him… Well, until he’d just about burned the whole house down. Then she’d hated him as much as the others had..

His engine hitched as the shaft stopped moving. McCoy just sat there, enjoying the feel of being fully inside him. Jinx spread his legs a little wider, arching his aft. He felt fingers exploring his aft port then. Steam rose off of his chassis as he arched up further. He knew about the interface spark bonding technique. Was this what McCoy was planning to do? He trembled in excitement as first one, and then two fingers entered him. His lubrication production increasing with every wonderful thrust of those figures…

McCoy inserted yet another finger inside him. Jinx cringed underneath the duct tape. His port stretched painfully by the added finger. It hurt! What was McCoy doing?!? He knew Jinx’s ports were virgin, were unused, unstretched.. He yelped a bit as those fingers forcefully thrust in and out of him. But he couldn’t shift, couldn’t move. His pelvic armor was pressed tightly against the stack of pallets that McCoy had bent him over. His chassis held still by the thick shaft buried within his forward port.

As if knowing his discomfort, McCoy bent down and began to stroke his cable again. Jinx began to relax again. His aft port began to get used to the three fingers pumping it. His temperature began to decrease as he rode the waves of pleasure again. Surfing them until he could find the breakover that would give him release… Before he could find it, he tensed again and his engine sputtered. McCoy had thrust four fingers into his aft port! Jinx gave a soft cry. Muffled by the tape over his mouth… He ground his face against the wood planks beneath him. His optics filled with tears as he trembled from the pain.

Why was McCoy doing this? Did he normally pressurize his cable to those dimensions or something? Was he prepping his port to handle it? Jinx’s meta went over every possibility as he shuddered. The clone was trying to fit his entire hand inside him now! The Wheeljack clone gasped as he struggled against him. Trying desperately to stand up! But something held him down. He bucked as McCoy fisted him hard. His aft port burning as it was forced to stretch far beyond normal specs.

A hand still stroked his cable, keeping him on the edge even as his aft was pummeled. Jinx yelped as the cable in his forward port began to move again. Moved in time with the hand around his cable, with the other hand that fisted him mercilessly… His chassis began to hum loudly as the intensity of the mixed pleasure/pain sensations racked his meta processor… Washed over him and carried him along… He felt like he was crashing against the shore, his meta falling into total blackness as he shutdown in overload…

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Meanwhile, McCoy was dealing with his own situation. He shivered as the clone he assumed was Jinx, ate out his ports. Facedown on the hard, cold floor of what he knew was one of the jets, he moaned. The duct tape over his lips muffling him… He hadn’t expected Jinx to be this forward. After all, he’d been the one chasing Jinx. Waiting for Jinx to fully warm up to the idea of clone-to-clone interfacing. Yet, here he was. Being led by Jinx’s little treasure hunt game right into the inventor’s trap!

He moaned as he arched his rump a little higher, giving his fellow medic even better access. He felt lips surround his aft port, a wonderful glossa flicking in and out of it. His chassis trembled as he enjoyed the attention. He’d wanted it for so many weeks now. Wanted Jinx to slag him! And though he thought it was a little strange for the clone to go to such lengths instead of just simply asking to tie him up – he didn’t care. If Jinx wanted to play the domination/fake rape game so be it. McCoy was just happy… Just happy that he’d come around.

He felt the clone between his spread legs shift a bit. Then his dripping ports were filled by fingers. Spreading his legs further, he arched up even more. Bucking his hips slightly with the thrusts of those fingers… It felt so good! Jinx nipped him on his aft armor a few times. Little love nips, how sweet! He trembled as the inventor continued his relentless teasing. Enjoying every little last bit of it! It surprised him that Jinx was this good at it. After all, he’d confided in him that the only being he’d ever been with had been his former owner’s young teen daughter. But maybe that’s why he was playing with his ports so much? He was used to playing with human ports?

When the unseen clone pulled his fingers out of him and shifted behind him, McCoy raised himself a bit on his knee plates. His ports were ready, willing and more than eager to be filled with Jinx’s cable. He didn’t have long to wait. Hands gripped his hips as the head of a cable rimmed his forward port. He tried to jerk backwards, to force Jinx to go ahead and do it. But the clone teased him for a few more moments before plunging in.

McCoy’s engines roared as Jinx began a rapid pace. His sensory bundles within his port going wild as it was ruthlessly pounded! He turned his head, trying to comlink Jinx – tell him to slow down. But his signal was jammed. The clone obviously so overcome with desire that he was emitting a jammer frequency. McCoy couldn’t stop himself, even though he wanted their first coupling to last – he couldn’t stop. Jinx’s rapid-fire thrusts pushed him over the edge, and he went blissfully tumbling down into the abyss of overload…

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“Damn! Glad you last longer than these two!” Jester snickered as he stood up.

“Yep, you too,” Flame agreed. Stashing his air brushing equipment in his subspace, he nodded to Bond that he was done.

Pulling his cable out, Bond nonchalantly ripped the duct tape from his unconscious victim and tossed him on the floor. Walking over, he helped to do the same to McCoy. Then the three snickering clones lifted the Ratchet clone’s limp chassis and impaled him on Jinx’s still-pressurized cable. The whirs and clicks of reboot gave the three warning that their victims were rebooting.

“And here you two didn’t invite us!” Bond chastised them as their optics slowly lit up. They both turned and gave him a dazed look.

“Yea! You fraggers!” Jester added. Plopping himself down next to the dazed couple he crossed his arms and pouted.

McCoy looked down at the clone beneath him. Obviously, he had overloaded before Jinx. And afterward the clone had rolled them so that he was on top. His port felt so good, so full. Jinx having not pulled out yet. But McCoy did not like a crowd by any means! And it perturbed him that the three clones had apparently found them while they were knocked out. Sitting up still straddling Jinx, he gave the three his most venomous glare. “You all weren’t invited, because you weren’t wanted!” He wished he had one of his wretches. He’d really chase them off!

So McCoy hadn’t overloaded at the same time? Jinx mused. His ports were a bit sore. So perhaps McCoy had decided he’d had enough with his cable and wanted to use his own ports? Jinx didn’t care. It felt good to have McCoy’s warm, wet, tightness surrounding his cable. “Mmmmmm that was great McCoy!” he murmured. Not caring that they had an audience, he wrapped his arms around the white medic and brought him down into a passionate kiss.

Unfortunately, this exposed McCoy’s aft port to a waiting Flame. McCoy cried out as his port was rather rudely breached by the eager clone. “You fragger! Get off of me!” he shrieked.

Flame snickered. Pressing down against McCoy, he locked the clone helplessly against his fellow medic. “Ah don’t worry McCoy, I put a condom on so that we wouldn’t spark bond,” he whispered as he nipped the medic’s back. His thrusts went deeply into him. Setting a steady pace, he enjoyed the increased tightness of McCoy’s aft port as the unwilling medic tensed his entire frame. “Oh yea, make it tighter McCoy. Feels even better!”

McCoy was fixing to give him a piece of his meta about not only interrupting a couple, but forcing himself on someone! But his rant was stopped before it could start. His helm was grabbed and lips pressed harshly against his. An unwanted glossa raping his oral depths! His engine roared in anger as he realized that Jester had taken it upon himself to also join in on the action. So had Bond – who was now taking Jinx’s lips…

“Hey, you all didn’t wait for us!” several voices exclaimed. The sound of multiple pedes clanged up the ramp.

The five looked up in surprise as the entire Stunticon gestalt came trotting up.

“Uh, yea, we uh, didn’t think you’d be able to make it – training and all,” Jester stammered. He moved back as if surprised.

“Well I get first dibbs!” Hemi roared. He grabbed Flame by his shoulders and casually tossed him aside. Roughly grabbing McCoy’s hips, the unsparked clone thrust violently into his aft port.

“What the frag! Get off of me!” McCoy was now fighting mad. He tried to hit the bigger clone. But he was no match for a seven foot tall MotorMaster clone. He felt the clone’s cable swell larger, stretching him painfully.

“Yea, put the signs on and then say we aren’t good enough but THEY are!?! Frag you!” Mustang snarled. He and Spaz grabbed Jinx as Hemi stood up, picking up McCoy as he did so. The unsparked Wildrider and Breakdown clones forced Jinx to stand, and while Spaz forced him into a kiss, they both thrust their cables in his ports. The Wheeljack clone helplessly sandwiched between them.

Bond, Jester and Flame watched as Hemi continued to impale McCoy on his large cable. Then Speed joined him, sitting up on a stack of pallets and letting the big black clone drop McCoy onto his ready cable. They both held the cursing clone as they filled his ports with eagerly thrusting cables.

Jinx was forced back to the ground, straddling Spaz as he was pumped from below and behind. Seer grabbed his helm and forced him to give him a blow job.

“Well, looks like the party is a success,” Bond snickered to his cohorts as he watched the forced interfacing with a sadistic gleam in his optics.

“How many others did you comlink about the party?” Jester asked Flame.

Flame smirked, his little air brushed ‘signage’ saying: ‘Please slag me” was easily visible on the two medics’ backs. “Just the two gestalts,” he answered.

At that moment, more pedes could be heard clanging up the ramp. The three looked at each other and decided it was time to leave the scene…

Flame grabbed Bond’s wing before they went their separate ways. “See you in our tent at 0100 – don’t make me chase you down,” he whispered. His optics gleamed as they met Bond’s, promising a heck of a spanking amongst other things….

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Bond rinsed the dust off of himself, more than pleased with himself. The moans and muffled screams of the interfacing clones at the ‘party’ he’d initiated were like music to his audios. Yes, he wouldn’t mind getting spanked tonight. Wouldn’t mind at all. He’d had a good day!

Turning the dripping water off, he rubbed himself aggressively with a towel. Trying to as much to warm himself from the chilly rinse off as he was in actually drying himself off. He was about to turn and leave the shower, when a sharp pain sliced up from a thruster and then a heavy weight hit him squarely between his wings. He toppled forward, automatically trying to teleport and finding that he couldn’t!

“What the slag!” he screeched. Craning his head, his optics met those of KeKe. He struggled, only to have claws sink into his sensitive wings. “Get off me!” he whined helplessly.

‘/Quit struggling or I’ll rip your conniving wings to shreds!/’ KeKe said over the comlink. His tone and the ending snarl sent the message that he was in no way joking around about his threat.

Bond went still. He knew the feline had deactivated his teleportation chip with the well-aimed bite right above his thruster. If the cat was this determined to prove whatever he was proving – he’d have no problem shredding Bond’s wings. And the Seeker knew just how much that would hurt! “What do you want you freagin’ pussy cat?!? And where’s your stupid mute?!?” he growled.

KeKe shifted his weight to more comfortably settle on the Seeker’s back. His memory echoes had served him well. He had listened to them, learned from them. And because of them he’d been watching this clone. Watching him because he knew better than to trust him! And even though this crankcase was one of his human ‘mother’s’ mates – he was going to make sure that he knew exactly WHO was the dominate one in their family.. ‘/Doesn’t matter. It’s just me and you now, and I know what you’ve been up to,/’ he purred. He let his hind legs slip to either side of the clone’s legs as he spoke.

“I haven’t been up to anything!” the Skywarp clone snorted. He cringed as he felt those claws go a little deeper into his sensitive wings.

KeKe’s bobtail twitched and he tapped his hind legs just so. He felt Bond’s smooth aft against his abdomen. Maybe he should really dominate the fragger? Dominate him in a way he’d truly understand.. A memory echo flew through him; the vision of Megatron ordering him to do this very thing to many unwilling mechs in front of all the Decepticons. A way to humiliate them like no other!... It passed, but now the cat knew. Knew how he could leave an impression so humiliating for the Seeker that Bond would never dare to tempt him to do it again! ‘/We both know you’ve been up to no good. You’ve been terrorizing other clones along with Jester./’ He dug his claws in just a bit deeper.

Bond grimaced as pain shot through him. “So what? The fraggers all needed a good slaggin!” he snarled back.

KeKe licked the Seeker’s back. ‘/Oh really? So who will be your next victim? Little Poet?/’ He nipped the back of the Seeker’s neck as he said that. His narrower snout getting to the softer thin skin between helm and back armor…

So that’s what this was all about? The freagin’ cat was making sure that he knew the stupid mute was solely his and not to be touched? “I wouldn’t touch the stupid slagger if he was the last clone on earth!” Bond growled.

‘/Wrong answer. I don’t like clones who insult my mate!/’ KeKe bit him a little harder, causing the Seeker to hiss in pain.

“Your ‘mate’ because no one else will hang out with your worthless feline aft – much less slag you!” Bond insulted through clenched dental plates. His engines whined as he gave a mighty heave. To no avail – the cat not only outweighed him, but had the superior tactical position as well!

KeKe shifted his hindquarters a bit, allowing his rear paws to slice into the tender backs of Bond’s thighs. ‘/My mate because we can trust each other. Unlike what TC thinks he has with your pathetic purple afterburners,/’ he shot back. ‘/Wonder what TC would think if he knew what you’ve been doing with every clone you can stick your cable into? Hmmmm?/’

Bond snarled in rage, once again trying to get the feline off him. But then he began to snicker. “Go ahead and tell him little kitty cat. He’s my blue bitch. He’ll believe that Jester’s the ring leader – not me. Not little innocent meeeeeee. Akkkkkk!”

The Ravage clone raked his back for that comment. Leaning hard against the prone Seeker, his unblinking optics glared angrily. ‘/You’d better straighten up Bond, or else./’ The threat hung heavy in the air between them.

“Or else what – you piece of slag back stabber!?! You’ll pounce on me from behind like a coward!?! What – are you jealous that we haven’t asked a fucking beast like you to join us???” Bond struggled harder. But his wings kept his arms pinned. And the feline had been built heavier – like a military clone. He was trapped!

‘/Open your ports/’ KeKe snarled. ‘/Or I’ll keep doing this../’ With that, he took one of his paws and raked across a sensitive wing. Eliciting quite a wonderful howl from the Seeker beneath him…

“Fuck you!” Bond grunted. He tried to keep his optics from tearing up. But the pain was so intense!

‘/Oh, isn’t that what YOU need, Bond? To be slagged silly? After all, you’re the one with the pleasure programs – not me,/’ KeKe snickered. He raked his claws across the wing again. The Seeker bucking in pain beneath him… ‘/I’ll quit, when you open your ports/’

It took ten minutes of torture, but finally the gasping Seeker opened his ports.

‘/Lift up your rump/’ KeKe ordered as he activated his cable. Like all male cats, he was built for the female to keep her legs together and arch up her aft region. He kept his back paws down on either side of the clone. His teeth clamped down on the back of Bond’s neck, holding him in place.

Raking with pain, the Seeker obediently positioned himself for the cat. Humiliation washed over him as he felt a cable jab sharply into his unlubricated forward port. He felt no pleasure, just burning… Tears streamed down his face plate as the feline thrust deeply into him. He was being slagged by a freagin’ beast! Helpless to stop him… He gasped as the cat added more pressure to his cable. His lithe hips curving around to thrust it even deeper into him…

“Nnnnggggsstttt, uggggghhhhhh… Akkkkkkk…” the Seeker’s muttered grunts of pain rang like sweet music to the feline. The air frame shuddered beneath his pumping hips. Steam rolling off the fuselage as the pain caused his internal temperature to skyrocket.

Digging in, the feline slowed down, driving long slow thrusts into the port. He wanted this to last for a while. For the sheer humiliation of it all to sink in fully! He didn’t want the Seeker to shut down due to overheating quite yet. The friction lessened in the port. Bond’s interface nets activated, protecting them both from damage by initiating lubrication release. ‘/Mmmmmm, feels like a certain crankcase likes felines,/’ he teased.

Bond gasped, trying to force his interface networks to shut down. He didn’t want to enjoy this! This was humiliating! He was being force-slagged by a freagin’ beast clone! “Eat slag!” he growled, refusing to admit that it was beginning to feel good now that his port was lubricated.

‘/Ah, maybe I should inform Dinobot of your interest in beast mode mechs? Or is Inferno more your taste?/’ KeKe’s tone was full of sarcasm. He was beginning to enjoy this act. Beyond even the fact of domination. Although he didn’t have the programs… Couldn’t enjoy the sensory stimulation quite as much as a clone with the programs… He was in fact creating a program. Creating a meta recognition for sexual pleasure…

“You’re all disgusting! No rightful – Akkkkkkkk!” Bond’s retort was cut short as the feline ripped into his wing again.

Increasing his thrusts, KeKe chuckled over their private comlink. ‘/Yes, perhaps if you piss me off again I’ll tell Inferno that it is Poet’s wish for you to be tied up and slagged silly by him. After all, Poet is the younger queen./’ KeKe released his claws for a moment, kneading the clone’s wings as he began to purr. There were definite advantages to taking up with an eve sparked clone. Whether or not Poet ever got over his fear and wanted to bond – KeKe would remain loyal to him, protect him…. The Seeker’s port was beginning to feel so good to him now. His meta now understanding why the clones liked to slag so much.

Bond actually cringed at the mere threat of that. He knew that Inferno would obey those orders unquestioningly - And the mere thought of that horrid beast thrusting his cable into him – made him shudder in total revulsion.

KeKe felt his shudder. It broke into his musings about future interfacing. He licked the wounds that he’d left on Bond’s back as he spoke. The vibration from his purring rolled through his captive’s networks, mixing with the pleasure sensations of his thick cable sliding in-and-out of his now-slick port. ‘/Ah, you don’t like that idea. Maybe I’ll give you a choice instead? I’ll be nice and if you bend over for me and beg for my cable – I won’t bring Inferno into it. Yeeeeeeeeesssss,/’ he purred, his tone going very deep now. ‘/I think I like your port Bond. I like it a lot. I think you’ll be my pet whenever you piss me off./’

“I will not! I’ll never bend over willingly you freagin’ horror show!” Bond growled. He trembled as the feline sped up. The cat slamming painfully into his hips, his cable driving into his very core! He couldn’t help it, his systems heated up again. His optics threatening to roll into his head… “Mmmmmmgggggggg,” a mumbled moan managed to escape his lips.

The cat stopped his movements. His cable still nestled deep inside the overheated Seeker. He kneaded the ripped wings and nipped his back armor gently as he waited for him to cool down. He was far from done with him..

“Noooooooooo,” Bond groaned as he fell from the brink of overload. It had been so close he could taste it! He bucked under the feline, trying to force him to start back up with his thrusts.

‘/No - what? Admitting that you want me now. Admitting that you long for a beast to fill you,/’ KeKe teased. He moved his cable just slightly, not allowing the clone to overload. No, he didn’t want to let him overload. At least this time… He was becoming more certain that he’d make sure that there were other times in the future..

“No! I….. I…..” the Skywarp clone’s voice got a whine to it as he searched for a sharp retort. Sought to deny his building need..

‘/You what? You want me… Admit it!/’ KeKe’s licks became vicious bites. His claws extended, digging into the Seeker again. He teased him with a couple short thrusts..

“Mmmmmmm… Nooooooo…. I….. Mmmmmmmm,” Bond arched his lower back. Angling his rump for better penetration by the big cat…His hands gripped the rubber mats beneath them. He bit them, trying to deny that he now wanted it from the beast. It was humiliating!

‘/Say it! You want me! Say my name! Beg!/’ the feline demanded. He worked his hips from side-to-side a bit, driving the Seeker’s sensors completely wild!

“KeeeeeKeeeeee pleeaaaaaassseeee….” Bond gasped, “slaaaaaggggg meeeeee!” He whimpered as tears filled his optics. He was beaten. He was submitting fully… A sob mixed with a moan as he let himself fully give into his need.

KeKe laughed at him. ‘/Maybe next time I’ll let you overload. Not this round – you conniving diode!/’

Bond’s sobs grew louder as the cat resumed his pummeling of him. His lubricant not able to keep up with demand – his port began to burn again. He groaned as the cat raked his wings mercilessly, bit into his back armor….

KeKe snarled as he dominated the Seeker. Dominated him in a way that only raping him could! He raked his claws along his wings, adding even more pain to the clone’s torment. Again and again he thrust into him. Increasing the size of his cable to the maximum dimensions… He wanted to hurt the conniving bastard. Show him that there was one clone he’d never outsmart, never out trick!

The pain increased.. Bond found himself pleading, begging, promising to do whatever KeKe wanted him to.. It was to no avail! The feline finally pulled out. Bond relaxed slightly, praying that his punishment was over. A paw clamped over his lips. He screamed silently as the feline’s thick shaft sliced into his aft port. Tearing him.. Ripping him… Energon mixed with his lubricant as the cat ruthlessly hurt him.

KeKe pounded him for ten more minutes. Until finally the proud Seeker collapsed underneath him… So weak and spent that he had no more fight left in him. He lay there and just whimpered with each thrust. Enjoying himself, KeKe reared up slightly, going as deep as he could. He felt the slight pull on the tip of his cable. But since both their sparks were so new, so weak – they didn’t automatically connect like the older clones’ would have. Smelling the strong scent of energon mixed with lubricant, the cat knew the Seeker was truly beaten now. Beaten in a way that went down to his very conniving core!

With a victorious snarl, KeKe thrust deeply inside Bond and stopped. His weak spark shooting inside the exhausted Seeker… He assaulted him from within. Taking his very spark as his own… ‘/You’re mine Bond. Anytime I want you – you are mine. Or I’ll hurt you far worse than this,/’ he promised as his spark swirled around Bond’s.

The Seeker actually whimpered a yes. His voice was now so hoarse that KeKe more felt his acceptance of his fate through their weak spark link – than actually heard it.

Slowly, KeKe pulled out and got off of him. Circling around, he licked the energon and lubricant that was smeared on Bond’s aft and between his legs. Bond gasped for air to cool his systems off. So exhausted that he just lay there and let the cat do as he pleased. KeKe began to purr as he gently licked the sore ports. The metallic flavor of spilled clone fluids mixed with mineral oil was – delectable! His vibration caused the Seeker to stir - To moan in renewed desire.

KeKe snickered and nipped the sensitive armor on the inside of one of Bond’s thighs. ‘/Turn over and spread them/’ he ordered. He got up smoothly and stepped over the purple Seeker to allow him to obey.

Gasping, Bond weakly turned over. He grimaced as the feline’s rough glossa cleaned off every trace of what they’d done. His meta was coming back into full focus again. The haze that had been caused by the combination of pleasure and pain now lifting… He realized what he’d done. What he’d actually enjoyed… And the humiliating fact that he’d promised to experience it again whenever the freagin’ feline demanded it…He felt nauseated in his core. Nauseated at how pathetic he was for giving in so easily!

‘/Now close your freagin’ pathetic ports you pitiful example of a Seeker!/’ KeKe snarled. He sat down and casually cleaned off his claws and crotch. Careful to watch the Seeker as he slowly and painfully sat up.

Unable to look the cat in the optics, Bond reached over and grabbed his towel. Every movement hurt. His now covered ports hurting inside. He ground his dental plates together, knowing he was far from finished in his suffering. TC was sure to demand some tonight. But at least he could convince the blue Seeker to let HIM use his cable. That would let his ports have a chance to heal a bit. No, what was going to really hurt – was the fact that the twins were expecting to slag him tonight. And he didn’t dare cross them. Just like he didn’t dare tell them he was too sore to do it! They’d been with him all day. As far as they knew – he hadn’t used his ports. So there was no reason for him to be sore.

Bond hung his head, knowing that the worst was likely to come. He avoided the cat’s optics. The feline was most likely aware of what was planned for the evening… Probably laughing inside over it all…

“What’s going on here?” Sharon demanded to know as she walked up. Like always, her little clone child was shadowing her every move.

Bond met KeKe’s optics and saw the threat in them. Grimacing in pain, he stood up and faced the woman. “I, um, played a prank. And we got into a fight over it,” he glanced at the feline as he spoke the half-truth. He didn’t want them to know. Didn’t want anyone to know! He’d been bested and slagged by a pitiful beast mode clone. No, he’d never utter the truth of what had happened between them… Never…

Sharon looked down at the calm feline, who was now cleaning off his side. There wasn’t even a scratch on the cat – but the Seeker looked horrible! “Is that true KeKe? Did he start the fight?” she asked.

KeKe stopped cleaning himself and cocked his head as he met her eyes. Giving her a casual nod, he went back to cleaning himself as if it was no big deal.

With a disgusted humph, Sharon grabbed Bond’s hand and began to drag him towards the medic area. Her lecture on starting fights drifting back to them.

Poet hugged his friend, coo-ing as he checked him over for any signs of damage from the fight.

KeKe smirked inside. He knew he’d made his point. Now he and the conniving Seeker knew where each other stood. Bond would never dare do anything to Poet. Never dare to even think about it! And whenever KeKe decided he wanted some release – he’d get some! With a satisfied purr rolling through him, KeKe rolled lazily onto his back and let his young worried friend check him over thoroughly….

A commotion interrupted Poet’s inspection of the cat’s chassis. Yells and shrieks of outrage filled the hangar, emanating from the medic area. The timid Wheelie clone yelped and darted to the other side of KeKe as the unmistakable shrill voice of Scream rose above the others. The sounds of quick-fired null rays swiftly followed. Poet cringed as he huddled against the ground in fear. His eve spark was so sensitive to the emotions of the other eve spark that he felt the terrifyingly overwhelming rage wash over him like a tsunami.

The Ravage clone just snickered and lazily rolled over. ‘/it’s ok Poet. The perpetrators are just fixing to get their just rewards,/’ he explained. Surrounding the frightened half-pint with his large front paws, he brought him tight against his armor and began to buff him with his rough glossa.

“S… Sc…ream … Sccccrrrreeeammm…” Poet stammered as he shook with fear. Scream was mad! Very VERY mad!

‘/Yep, Scream found out what his old brother’s been up to – hasn’t he?/’ KeKe snickered. He could just envision what was happening over there. The medics must’ve come back from their unexpected and unwanted little party; and knowing the reputation of the Ratchet clone – they wouldn’t have been quiet about their displeasure. KeKe smirked, baring his fangs in a ghastly smile. Yep, what Bond had suffered under his paws was probably just a warm up for the punishment he was sure to receive at Scream’s hands. A clone rapist didn’t have a thruster to stand on when he faced a commander who’d once been abused like that.

Nope, ol’ Bond and the others were going to really face some music now! KeKe thought with an even bigger smirk. It sounded like both gestalts were also being rounded up now. With a big yawn, the cat stood up and shook himself. ‘/Climb on Poet. Time to see what happens to clones who rape others,/’ he comlinked with a nod to his little friend.

With a frightened whimper, the little clone hopped on his back and rode him like a metal-skinned cowboy as he bounded towards the action.. Poet did want to see rapists get punished. But he didn’t want to see Electro kill again… No, he hoped that wouldn’t happen again… It was horrible!! But how would Scream punish them then? How????

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Note: Ok, another one that started going one direction – then got a mind of it’s own towards the end. Hoped I didn’t freak you all out to much with the beastiality!

Oh, and any creative suggestions for ‘punishment’? Hmmmmm? I’ve got a couple ideas – but nothing written yet…
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