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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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**Fresh Start 3**

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

Note: Time to tie more loose ends together. So now Trouble and Rebellion have arc’d back into this.

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“Quit your fuckin’ bitchin’ nigga, it could’ve been worse!” Torie snapped. She shot the Sunstreaker clone a look that would’ve withered most. Unfortunately, the golden clone was too self absorbed in his own imagined misery to bother to notice it.

“But my paint! It’s all bubbled up along the welds. I can’t go out like this! Everyone will see it,” he bemoaned. Now done with that particular braid he’d been working on in her hair, he glanced down at his ruined paint job and rubbed the welds on his hood. They seemed to glare at him. He was sure that it was the only thing his fellow unit members would notice! He couldn’t stand it! He looked horrid! Absolutely and positively horrid!

“At least you still have your freakin’ cable bro,” Jester bitched. He lay heavily on his air mattress, watching his twin rebraid their human’s hair. His fingers drifted to his codpiece, unconsciously rubbing the surface. Unlike Flame, while he did have welds showing on his hood and his aft, he had none on the front of his cod armor. They had repaired him, but hadn’t bothered to replace the unit that Scream had so, ahem, delicately removed. Needless to say, they hadn’t needed to weld that particular access panel because of this. And the Sideswipe clone hadn’t been informed of just how long he’d have to ‘be good’ before they did replace it. So, for all practical purposes he might as well be a true female.

Jester rolled his optics as Flame continued to grumble under his breath. The welds really weren’t THAT obvious. But the way the golden clone acted – he was scarred for life or something. Pulling his optics from him, the red clone stared up at the canvas roof of their tent. ‘Well,’ he thought sarcastically, ‘at least I’m not alone. Speed ain’t got his cable either.’ It was little consolation, but something. “It was just a slaggin’ joke,” he mumbled.

“Akkkkk! I’m sick of it!” the teen jumped to her feet in a blur. Shocking both clones by the angry burning in her dark eyes! She stalked over to the prone red form and kicked him, all the while smacking Flame on his helm. “Ya niggas don’t know just how bad you COULD’VE had it! So just shut your fuckin’ traps! No one wants to hear it!” she growled as she gave Flame a hard shove.

Flame narrowed his optics and struggled up to his peds. The six foot tall clone dwarfing the 5’5” teen as he towered over her. He pointed at his ruined hood. “The fraggers were only slagged for thirty minutes! They’re all good and repaired now. But this!” His finger shook slightly as he pointed to the bubbled up paint along the welded seams of his core access panel. “THIS I HAVE TO FUCKING LOOK AT FOR TWO MONTHS!!! TWO MONTHS DO YOU HEAR ME?!?” he screamed.

Suddenly, his peds were kicked out from under him and he landed on the floor with a loud clang and even more curses. Spinning over, he tried to snag his attacker – only managing to get himself into a headlock.

“Yes, and now the entire unit knows just how much that bothers you,” Storm chuckled. He gave the Sunstreaker clone’s head a little twist, eliciting yet more curses from him. The smirk on his hidden face plate widened as Flame slapped his side. “That’s pretty useless against military armament,” he snickered. Putting a knee into Flame’s side, he twisted the clone yet further. “Promise me you’ll freagin’ shut up and I might let you go.”

“Fuck you – akkkkkk. Quit! God dammed fuckin’ military – ugggghhhhh! You bitch! That was my – akkkkkk!” Flame struggled, now thoroughly pissed off over the hold the heavier military clone had on him. No matter how he twisted, he couldn’t break free. “Jester! Frag this – nnnnngggggssssttttt! Ouch! Akkkk!”

Storm’s fiery optics met Jester’s. “Yea, help your buddy here Jester… Come on, help him,” he teased. He could tell from the dullness in Jester’s optics that the clone was still too weak from the aft whooping he’d received from Scream to do much. Just for fun, he twisted Flame a bit further. “Awww, poor Flame. Your bro’s to weak to help – and you aren’t much of a fighter. Give up and shut up.”

“Mggggggst!” the golden clone tried one more time to free himself from the Onslaught hybrid’s grasp. His sensory grids went wild with pain signals as the clone forced him to twist in a way he wasn’t designed to. “Akkkk, ok… OK! I Quit – I quit!!” he gasped as he hit the floor when Storm released him.

Cracking his knuckle joints with a satisfied pop, Storm plopped himself down next to Jester. Everyone could feel his smug grin even though his mask hid it. “Torie’s right, you clones were lucky as hell,” he stated.

Sulking, Flame went back to braiding the black teen’s hair. His back armor turned to the hybrid as he pouted. “Yea right,” he muttered.

“Yea we are right. Scream wanted to tear every bit of interfacing equipment outt’ve all of ya niggas,” Torie snorted with a nod at Storm.

“But Daniel thought that was going a bit too far.” Storm leaned back, setting his elbows on top of Jester to prop himself up.

The girl nodded in agreement. “But then Ashley mentioned that she’d read studies where women were only the rapists in like, uh, 5% of the cases.”

“So everyone started discussing why. And it was agreed that it was far harder for someone to rape another without them having a dick.” The hybrid rubbed the tips of his fingers against the pink armor which went down the center of his chest unit. He raised them up and looked at them as if he’d just shined them.

“So that’s why the bastards freagin’ welded our cable access ports!” Flame mumbled in disgust.

“And didn’t bother to replace mine. Sneaky niggas… But why the aft access and core access too?” Jester tried unsuccessfully to shove Storm’s elbows off of him. He was still too depleted to actually accomplish it, so with a disgusted sigh, he let his arms fall back down to the mattress.

“Well, since we can’t lock the guilty up for the next two months, seeing as how we will be on the move – we had to find something to take away besides your freedom.” Storm shrugged and leaned back a little harder. It felt nice to make the Sideswipe clone squirm a bit.

“So you all took away our ability to bond or interface. Well, except if we want to do the beast,” Jester snorted. He had to admit it was a dirty trick. A dirty, conniving, cruel trick! But he could see the humor factor in it. Especially when he imagined a clone like, say, Flame – bending over while he begged Inferno to satiate his need….

“I’ll never NEVER be THAT desperate!” Flame sneered in disgust. He didn’t care if he was in forced celibacy the rest of his functioning days. He would never willing do that mech!

“But you have that option open to you. Petri and TC worried that if we didn’t give you clones some option – the forced celibacy could make you all glitch.” His battle mask split and retracted into his helm. With his face plate bared, Storm gave Flame a big smirk. “You might think about it in the coming weeks. Might even enjoy it.” He dared to give him a wink.

“Why you freagin piece of slag! If you weren’t-” Flame’s insult was cut short as Torie slapped him. He looked down and met her angry brown eyes.

“You need to just shut up Flame. And thank Shado while you’re at it. He’s the one that came up with the idea of just HOW to let you all get some release.” She turned back around in a huff and sat back down in front of him.

“You’ve got to be kidding! Shado came up with the whole beast mech idea? Sheeze what a little snot!” Flame shot back even as he went back to his work on her hair.

“He was actually quite eloquent with his presentation. In fact, he seemed to be very supportive of actually helping you during your probationary period.” Reaching down, Storm grabbed a discarded buffing rag. Pushing it into Jester’s hand, he leaned forward and nodded for him to get to work. His optics just dared the depleted clone to argue.

Jester narrowed his optics as he struggled to sit up. Without a word he began to buff Storm’s rotor blades. He knew without a doubt that Shado was not ‘supportive’ of him and the others in the least. The snotty clone was actually using the opportunity to get even with him and Bond. But he wasn’t about to tell them that. Flame didn’t even know about that little gag.

“Oh, and TC and Sharon are also going to try and work up some programming too. They just don’t know how long it will take since we will be on the move.” Glancing over his shoulder armor, he gave Jester a wry grin. “By the way, you two are first on the schedule for the memory echo deletion project. So be back at the med area at o-five-hundred.”

“There’s nothing freagin’ wrong with us!” the golden clone muttered. He didn’t want the programmers going through his base programs. It didn’t matter how many times they claimed that they wouldn’t see or access the memory files he’d accrued since activation – he just knew they’d see EVERYTHING he was ashamed of from back in his life with Brittany.

Torie looked up and met his optics; her hand drifted down and squeezed his thigh armor. “Chill out Flame. They just think that many of you bros were spurred on by your mech’s memories and behaviors.”

“After what was discussed of mech behaviors concerning forced interface between Autobots and Decepticons, and Decepticon on Decepticon – I tend to agree with them,” Storm added. His optics became thoughtful as he glanced at Flame. He too had some memory echoes of some of those apparently rather standard activities. And one of them involved Sunstreaker. Just looking at his miniature twin brought the hazy memory somewhat within his conscious thoughts. “In fact, after they are done with those on probation, I may go in for my own scan and deletion.” The Vortex/Onslaught clone locked his optics with Torie’s dark eyes for the briefest of seconds. All he wanted to remember – was his life as a clone. The future years as the young woman’s mate would more than fill his memory files. Fill them with what he desired. No, he did not want to be trapped into making similar errors as Onslaught and Vortex did. He wanted to truly be his own mech.

Jester gave a resigned sigh as he continued to buff the chopper’s rotors. “As long as they don’t touch the memories that I have of Sunstreaker. I guess I can live with it.” He craned his neck linkages a bit. Trying to look around the clone in front of him – so he could see his gorgeous twin… He didn’t want to lose him. Didn’t want to lose the ancient connection that he had with him….

For a split second Flame met his optics, his face plate showing that he had similar sentiments on it. But the golden clone was still in a horrible mood. And probably would stay that way for the foreseeable future – or until his marred paintjob was fixed.

Storm grinned as he flexed his rotors a bit. Torie was normally the one who maintained them. Though he did have to admit, Jester’s touch also felt good. He glanced up and met Flame’s optics. Deciding to change the subject, he switched to their comlink. “/So, are they finally done with it?/” he asked.

‘/With what?/’ Flame silently snorted. He was still miffed about the whole probation bullshit and not about to be nice to Storm. Especially since the fragger actually SUPPORTED the programmers diving into their metas!

“/You know what. Don’t make me come over there…/’ Storm threatened in his meta. By the gleam in his optics, the Vortex/Onslaught clone wouldn’t be as nice as the last time he’d gotten him in a headlock….

Twisting some more strands of hair into the tight braid, the golden clone glanced up. ‘/I’ll tell you on one condition/’

The military clone crossed his arms, his expression telling Flame that he was pushing the wrong buttons. “/Which is?/’ he silently growled, his optics now slits.

Flame looked down at what he was doing with his fingers. ‘/You get back at least one of the dildos that they swiped from Jester – and let us use it./’ Hey, if they had one of those back – they’d never ‘need’ release now would they? And Storm owed him big time for fixing that ring!

A snarl rumbled in Storm’s chest. His optics narrowed to slits as he glared at the Sunstreaker clone. Flame KNEW he couldn’t do that – or he’d be breaking the counsel’s orders concerning their punishment. Rage filled him at the audacity of the clone in demanding that! Shrugging off Jester’s hands, he stood up. He grabbed Flame’s arm and jerked him up. Without a word, he dragged the clone out of the tent.

“What was that all about?” Torie wondered. The sound of a clone transforming and chopper blades spinning filled the tent. Along with it, were the muttered curses of a familiar golden clone.

Jester lay back down; he was just too depleted to really care at this point. “Guess Storm didn’t like how Flame just looked at him – so he took him for a little flight.”

“Why’s that?”

The Sideswipe clone off lined his optics, initiating shut down sequences. “Because no one will say no after getting a ride from a freagin’ Vortex clone,” he explained. His chassis went limp as he drifted off.

Torie glanced over at him, and then with a sigh she grabbed the rest of the colorful cotton yarn that Flame had been putting in her hair. Winding it slowly back around the ball, she waited for her ‘men’ to settle their differences and come back ‘home’….

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“WoooooooWWWWWeeeeeeeeKKKKKKK SSSSTTTTTOOOOPPPP!” Flame yelled. His meta was spinning at about the same rate that his stabilizers and optics were spinning - Which happened to correlate exactly with how the chopper he was trapped inside was also spinning! The Sunstreaker clone felt like his battery core was destabilizing. And frankly, if he’d consumed any Dr Pepper of lat – he’d have spewed it all over himself by now.

“Where is it?” Storm demanded. He performed another oil-raising maneuver as he twisted and turned around one of the cargo jets. The clone trapped inside his belly clanged against his fuselage as he did so.

“Ouch! Akkkkk! You Fuckin’!”

“Wrong answer,” he simply said. And then performed another rapid fire series of rolls, turns and twists just for fun. ‘/Nothing’s wrong, Flame just has an attitude which needs adjustment/’ he radioed to Jag when he noticed the Prowl clone looking up.

‘/Carry on,/’ was the simple reply. The ever-busy police clone going right back to his routine.

Energon seeped out of Flame’s olfactory sensor. His lips were bruised and busted. And every servo he had – hurt! He didn’t want to give in, but shit – he’d only thought he looked bad before this freagin’ ride! “OK OK – I’ve got it! QUUUUIIIITTTTT!”

The golden clone hit the roof of Storm’s belly as the chopper seemed to drop out of the sky. He landed with a heavy clang as Storm’s skids hit the cold pavement. Suddenly, he was thrown out of the chopper as he transformed. Flame lay on the cold pavement, steam rolling off his overheated chassis – as he sought to regain his equilibrium and his senses.

“Still pissed over the welds hmmmmm? Pathetic clone,” a voice snorted. A slick, judgemental voice that could only belong to one mech… “Slag you,” Flame gasped. Not even bothering to look up at Dinobot.

The reptile grinned and slapped Storm on his shoulder armor. “Sssssssss, perhaps he needs another grrrrrrrrrrr round,” he snickered before walking away.

“Get up,” Storm barked. He gave the prone clone a rough kick when he took too long to comply with his demand.

On shaky peds, the Sunstreaker clone finally rose. Reaching into his subspace, he grabbed the ring. “Here you go you asshole,” he snarled as he threw it at him. “If it doesn’t fit this time – don’t come crying to me again.”

Storm snatched the ring out of the air, and in a blur of motion – had the golden clone in another wrestling hold before Flame even knew what hit him. “I have nothing against you Flame. It was your own actions that put you into this mess. So don’t go taking it out on me and Torie. We are family – but if you keep acting like this, you and I are going to have issues,” he warned. He tossed the clone down and stood up. “Come back when you’re ready to act like a mech. I don’t have time for sparklings.” With that, he stomped off towards their tent.

Flame grimaced in pain as he slowly got on his knees. Every part of him hurt like hell. Looking down, his lip trembled as he saw his crumpled and dented body armor. Sniffing back his tears, he wiped the energon from his chin. He wouldn’t give Storm that kind of satisfaction. No, never! Biting back his urge to groan, he finally staggered back to his peds and began limping after Storm. He had no where else to go. No one liked him since he was one of the bad clones who were serving probation. No one liked him but Jester… He just hoped Jester would help fix his armor. He couldn’t stand all these dents!

Keeping his optics down and his mouth clamped shut, the Sunstreaker clone slipped in the tent. Pointedly ignoring Torie and Storm, he stumbled over to the air mattress he shared with Jester. Not even a sigh escaped his torn lips as he collapsed next to his twin, curling around him and burying his face plate into the red hood. With a flip of his wrist servo, he grabbed the blanket and threw it over them. Effectively hiding his horrid appearance from them all…

Torie moved to go to the golden clone, but fingers curled around her arm – stopping her. Opening her mouth to demand release, she stopped before she could utter a word. Storm locked optics with her. He shook his head slightly and put a finger over his lips. Realizing that he was probably right that Flame just needed some time to chill out, Torie gave the blanketed forms one last glance as she allowed Storm to pull her back over to their air mattress.

“I have something for you,” Storm whispered in her ear as he forced her to sit in his lap.

Torie shot another worried glance at her other clones blanketed forms before she turned her attention back to Storm. Her mind was too distracted by the battered condition of Flame to register what Storm had just said. “Are you sure he’s ok?” she asked.

Patiently, he nodded his head. The hybrid was pleased at her show of concern towards the damage of one of their family members. Even though it was he that had caused that damage… It showed how deep her emotional connection was to them – to him. Raising a hand, he forced her to look at him with gentle digits against her jaw. Studying her smooth face, he couldn’t help but admire it. Rub it slightly. Amazing himself yet again at how soft, supple – and fragile – his soon-to-be-wife was. Greedily, his optics roved over her every feature. Locking every little pore… Every little out-of-place hair – into his memory banks…. Into the very core of what made him – him.

This fragile creature of flesh and blood had saved him. Had taught him how to love… To truly live a life beyond simple mindless servitude… For just that – he owed her his very existence. But he wanted so much more. His face mask retracted into his helm. His quivering lips showing his intense emotional state… “You do love me – don’t you?” he whispered. “Love me as you would a human man?” He wanted to be than a mere machine to her. A mere machine whom happened to have spark enough to be sentient under law. He wanted to be – human – to her.

The girl’s jaw dropped. Sure, they’d talked about marriage. She knew he was hopelessly in love with her. But she hadn’t realized just how deeply he felt that emotion. It was as if… As if… He was truly human. His optics full of fear that she didn’t see him as such…. That she couldn’t love him as such…. Flame was now forgotten completely as she turned in Storm’s arms. Her fingers gliding across his warm living armor… Metal that was truly alive! She could feel the pulse of his strengthening spark. It was a tingle against her flesh.. A spark that made him alive… A spark that she’d actually helped create through giving him its precursor through her attachment to him! In a sense, she’d saved him – not once but twice.

And now, the tin man wanted to know if she thought him equal to a human male. Equal enough that she could love him on the same level. Yes, she could. But could he? She would get old one day – he would not. She would grow weak with age – he would continue to gain strength through knowledge. Getting to know Sharon – woman to woman – had taught her something this last week. She had to think of Storm’s future as much as her own. He had an unspecified life span. A span that would most likely far surpass hers… Sharon spoke of her fears for TC when she died. Her hopes that he’d find happiness with another clone…Yes, getting past their differences and getting to know the older woman as more of an equal had taught the girl much. Taught her that she had to think far beyond her years in this world of devastation….

Now, looking into the optics of a clone so full of love and loyalty for her – Torie understood Sharon yet that much deeper. Storm was like TC in so many ways. Yet, his higher level of intelligence and practicality made her feel that he would be able to handle anything that life threw at him – at them. Yes – them! “Yes. Yes Storm – I love you as much as I could ever love a boy,” she promised. Her lips met his. Flesh pressing on living metal…. The warmth of spark and heart beginning to beat as one…

Storm gasped as the lithe teen swallowed his very soul with her kiss. Air frame trembled against cloth as she took possession of his essence. She saw him as human. As human as herself! His tough metal alloy armor was nothing but a surface. A surrogate body for a spark which now thought of itself as not clone, not mech – but human…. Inside the metal, past the bundles of fiber optic wires that served in place of a nervous system, beyond the ever-strengthening swirl of his spark’s energy fields – was him. A singularity that beat in time with her very heart…

Black-skinned digits curled into her half-braided hair. Reveling in the wiry oily feel of the unencumbered strands… Flesh fingers strayed along his chassis. Exploring creases and seams as they went.. The Onslaught/Vortex hybrid gasped as she shifted her body. Her light weight frame pressing against him as she straddled him….

He could fell the beat of her organic pump as her chest pressed against his. His sensitive sensory grids easily detecting it even through layers of cotton… Spark pulsed wildly in excitement. The urge to flood out around her… To connect directly with her.. So strong.. So strong.. But that.. That was the one thing they would never be able to do. Flesh cannot merge with metal – no more than metal can merge with flesh. Sad irony filled him even in the moment of his ecstasy. The irony that in loving her – he would also grieve for her. She was mortal – but was he truly so? Mechs had lifespans which stretched millions of Earth years. True, they did eventually off-line. But the very length of their lifespans made them virtually immortal in the eyes of humans.

Storm pulled back, releasing her lips. His optics searching her face as the question bore into his soul. Was he immortal in her eyes? He did not know how long he could function. How many chassis’ his spark could transfer into and animate. That very uncertainty drove his Onslaught programming to question his need to be with her. In that single thought process – his whole reality now came into question….

“I love you Torie – but…” He looked down, unable to meet her eyes. She was young. He should’ve thought about all the details before pursuing her. In their relationship, he was in the position of the elder. But how could he voice his fears now? Would it devastate her?

Studying his expression, Torie sensed his thoughts were running in a similar direction as hers had while watching Sharon and TC. “You’re afraid of watching me get old. Watching me die,” she whispered.

She was so deep… So deep for a human so young.. “It’s not exactly that,” he whispered. His optics shifted, refocusing on her. “It’s that I can’t grow old with you. I can’t – die – with you. Because I’m not – human.”

A strange mixture of sadness and elation washed over her. Sadness that he couldn’t physically grow and change with her like a man would; Elation because he actually longed to do that very thing! “I know. Seeing Sharon and TC – I worry about that. But I don’t care. If you want to still be with me when I’m old and ugly – I’ll still love you.”

His hands slid along her sides, slipping over her boyish hips. She was so young… So worldly in her views! She understood that they would have to talk, have to make plans for the future. “I’ll love you no matter what happens. No matter what you look like.” He ran his fingers along her jaw line. His meta calculating what the future woman would become.. “But you are beautiful.”

Torie’s dark skin went even darker if that was possible. A hand strayed up to her half-braided hair. The right side stuck up and felt rather nappy right now. “Nigga you are so lying – but keep it up,” she chuckled.

Grabbing her hand, he forced it from the unbraided side of her head. “You are. But you’re missing something.”

“He, he – braids? I know,” she snorted and nodded towards the pair hidden under their blankets, “But someone kicked my hairdresser’s ass.” She tapped a finger on the end of Storm’s olfactory sensor.

“No, not that – this.” With a flourish, he pulled the ring out of his subspace and held it out to her.

Torie looked at it in wonder. Even in the low light of the tent the stone in it sparkled. “What is it?” she asked as he slid it onto her ring finger.

“A fire opal. Scrounge found a bunch during one of the missions, and Spock set it in the new ring they made.” He made her hand turn from side-to-side; the dancing colors in the gem’s crystalline depths were very pleasing. “Scream said that there was an old human legend that an opal contained the very essence of mother Earth.”

A smile passed over her lips. “Diamonds are forever – but opals are life.” She looked up at Storm and threw her arms over his shoulder plates. “And I want life. Life with you! It’s perfect!”

The hybrid beamed in pride at the pleasure in her voice. “So you’re my wife now?” he whispered in an awed tone.

The teen laughed, “Yes,” she replied.

Encircling her with his arms, Storm lifted her and then shifted so that he was on top of her. Scream had educated him on many things in the human culture. One of them being the traditional wedding night activities… He and Torie had played around, but never actually interfaced. Storm had somehow felt that he should wait. Whether it be for her to be considered old enough – or marriage – he had waited for just the right time. He wanted it to mean something more than a mere overload.

A strange anxiety began to fill him then… Why – he couldn’t understand. He had the programming. Had sought plenty of advice from both clone and men… Yet, with all of his preparations – he found himself now worried about his performance. “Um, then we should consummate our relationship?” He couldn’t believe his own words! He had actually stammered! He never stammered!

Torie giggled nervously. Sure, playing around was fun and carefree. But now she had a husband. A husband she wanted desperately to truly please! Berating herself silently for not having the guts to ask some of the mentor clones what turned clones on; she forced her anxiety down with a kiss. Her fingers found a life of their own as they wandered over his air frame. Their tips tentatively exploring each and every seam…

The powerful Combaticon hybrid shuddered in pleasure as his human’s fingers truly explored him for the first time. His cable throbbed with need. Pressing against the confines of his armor.. Begging to be extended.. Pressurized… But he was unsure. She was so thin.. So small underneath his bulk… Balancing his weight on one arm and his knee plates, he ran his freed hand along her clothed body. The cotton merely a soft form of armor, protecting her delicate flesh from the dropping temperatures… He longed to feel her dark skin. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her sweatpants, he fumbled through the three layers to find her skin…

She jerked away unexpectedly. “Eeeek – its cold!” she exclaimed with a shiver.

That’s when he noticed that the temperature was so low, that her breath was starting to make a mist around her. His external temperature gauge showed the ambient temperature to be thirty-six degrees, much too cold to be exposing human flesh! He should’ve known better. “Uh, I’m sorry.” Once again, he stammered! What was up with this?!?

“Pull the fucking covers over us,” she demanded as she tugged on the blankets they were laying on. Sitting up, she pushed him off her so that she could get them.

Storm sat there dumbstruck, not sure about why he was feeling uncertain about everything. He followed her orders as she bossed him around – without question.

“Come on, get under here and warm me up.” She ducked under the covers. “Come on Storm!”

Storm slid under them, revving his engine as he did so. Torie’s butt pushed into him several times as the girl struggled to strip off all of her layers of clothing. He stayed perfectly still, not sure what he should do. Her voice had seemed a tad bit annoyed. Had he done something wrong? Had he screwed their whole wedding night up?! His intake choked a bit as the crestfallen clone chewed on his lower lip in uncertainty.

“Are you gonna help me nigga? Or do I have to do all the work?” Torie mumbled. Her voice muffled under three layers of cotton sweat shirts half-way over her head and three heavy blankets over the top of her.

“Um, yes, I’m sorry,” he stammered. Fumbling around with his fingers, he finally found the edge of the first layer and held it so that she could wiggle out of them.

“Sheeze, haven’t you ever undressed someone?” she grumbled from under the blankets. The teen didn’t even realize just how much that comment stung, her attention was solely focused on trying to wiggle out of three layers of sweat pants and socks.

Storm’s optics filled with tears. His rotors drooping… He’d ruined their wedding night! Ruined it! He’d tried to plan. Tried to ask for so much advice that he just knew it’d go right. But being told what to do – and actually putting those words into action – wasn’t exactly easy. He listened to the girl’s grumbles concerning sweat pants, and with every word – his certainty of his failure increased…

“Ah-ha! Got you bastards off! Fucking Haynes!” Torie triumphantly jerked her foot out of the last pair of sweat pants. Clothes sucked when a girl wanted to get it on! Really sucked! For a brief second, she envied the clones. They just whisked a panel to the side and wa-la! Ready for sex! Now, completely devoid of clothes, she pressed up against the warm metal of her man. Ready for whatever he wanted to do. But strangely, he didn’t seem to respond. And – did she hear his engine just choke? Was he – crying????

“Storm, What’s?” she poked her head out from under the blankets. The cold air making her feel like she’d just stuck her head into a freezer. She didn’t finish her sentence, seeing Storm with tears silently sliding down his face plate shocked her.

“I’m sorry Torie. I ruined it. Totally ruined it!” Storm said. His words broken by a slight sob… He had really tried. He’d thought he had it all planned out! But the temperature… Her layers of clothes… Him lying on top of the blankets like a dolt… He was a failure..

“Ruined what?” She knew damned well what he meant. But the clone was over-reacting! Hell, this was nothing like the awkwardness of her first time. Try standing on a toilet in a stall and getting it done before anyone caught you! This was nothing.

“Our wedding night. I’m sorry.” His chassis shook with his quiet sobs.

“You are such a dork Storm – you know that? Quit over-reacting to nothing,” Torie flicked him playfully on his helm. She really didn’t know how to react to a boy that cried like this. Didn’t have the experience to handle it properly – so she handled it the way she knew how. Through teasing..

Storm looked down at the smiling face. He hadn’t ruined it? Was that what she was telling him? Had he been over-reacting to nothing? He sniffed back his tears and wiped his face plate clean with one of the blankets. “Its.. Its just not going like they all told me it would,” he admitted.

“Who told you?”

He began to list everyone he’d discussed the topic with. “Darren, Drew, Jester, Flame, Scream…”

“Ok, ok – I get it! Did you tell fucking everyone about our business?!?” she demanded. Her dark eyes seemed to flash.

“Since I am inexperienced I assumed that the more advice I received – the better,” he explained. He shifted slightly away from her as her eyes seemed to bore holes straight through his armor. Had he been wrong in doing that?

“Agggghh, guess that means everyone is in our business – shit! That was a stupid idea.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..”

“Oh just shut up Storm,” she put a finger across his lip components – effectively silencing him. An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips. “Let me tell you about getting sex advice from everyone – it NEVER works as smoothly as they claim! Period! End of Question!”

Hesitantly, he moved a hand onto her side. The warmth of her naked skin exciting his meta to no end. “So, it’s always this awkward?”

Torie snickered, “Figure it’s not that awkward after being with the same bro a few times. But I’ve never had a man like that – so couldn’t tell ya.” She shifted closer to him, pressing against his armor once again.

“You’ve never had a relationship then?” His hand drifted. His fingers drifting to her shoulders, then her forming breasts… His intake fluxed as he touched the rounded soft hills of flesh there.. His programs told him that these were where some of their nerve centers lay.

“Not really. Just some fuck buddies here-and-there. Girl can’t trust a brother with her heart you know.” Her hands were also drifting. Sliding down his chassis… Between his legs… Her man… Both male and female.. Did that mean she was now bi? Did it really matter anymore?

Storm gasped as her fingers caused electrifying sensations to fly through him as she traced the access panel to his forward port. Did she want to have him as another female? But he was her husband. Scream had advised him to expect to play the part of male. But it felt so, so good. He moaned as his port activated. The ache filling him as his lubricant was released. He bent his leg slightly, allowing her better access as the panel slid back for her. “But you, mmmmmmm, trust a clone with your heart, mmmmmm.”

Torie smiled as she fingered his port. Exploring the clone equivalent of a pussy… It was strangely erotic to slide her finger inside him and watch him tremble. So weird since she’d never once looked at another girl and thought ‘I want that!’ His hands were more firm on her breasts now. “Twist them like this,” she said as she put a hand over his and guided his fingers. Her other hand still messing with his port…

Blinking his optic shutters, Storm looked at her with a slightly surprised expression. So, it didn’t bother her to have to teach him what she liked? Perhaps he should do the same. His other hand drifted down, surrounding hers. His fingers forcing her fingers deeper inside him… “Mmmmm, and do it like this,” he whispered as he gave her a tender kiss.

They explored each other for a while longer. Each guiding the other… Teaching the other what they liked.. Trembled in each others arms as they each neared climax – yet did not reach it. No, not quite yet..

“You gonna let it all hang out now?” Torie teased.

The Onslaught hybrid narrowed his optics in confusion. He couldn’t figure out what she meant. Moving his fingers deeper inside her tightness, he wiggled them like she liked.

She forced his hand away from her. “I meant – activate your cable nigga.”

“Oh, uh, what dimensions?” A little too hurriedly, his cable came whizzing out, bumping into her thigh.

“I dunno – what’s normal?”

“There’s a range within normal dimensions…”

Torie pulled her hands out from under the blankets. “Um, what’s this by this?”

The inaccuracy really irked him, but Storm did his best to optic-ball the measurements. “seven-point-two by three-point-nine.”

“Ok, sounds good.” She waited for him to pressurize. The wait wasn’t long. With a few hisses and whirs, the rubber shaft swelled and rose to life. She couldn’t help but giggle. The whole scene was so funny. She could actually ‘order a dick’ to whatever size! It was slammin’! Reaching back down under the blankets, she curled some fingers around him as she put a leg over his hip armor. Guiding him to her entrance, she gasped as he began to slide in.

Storm stopped his motion. His urge to thrust into her violently – controlled by his urge to not cause her pain. “Am I hurting you? I’ll pull out.”

“Shit no, it’s just well…”

“What?”

“Well, I’ve only done this three times,” she admitted. Her tough ‘all knowing’ cover totally blown now that the moment had arrived.

“You do seem tight. Should I decrease?” He didn’t move a linkage. He didn’t want to chance damaging her in any way.

“Um, ya, guess so. Just a little.” She pressed tighter to him. Curling her leg around him…

A low hiss could be heard as he slightly deflated. “Better?”

“Mmmmm, yes, much better.” Grabbing his aft armor with her hand, she tried to force him to thrust into her.

Slowly and carefully he slid his full length inside her. Which, really wasn’t much at this point… But size really doesn’t matter with a woman so young. And his cable sensors went wild at her tightness. She coated him with her fluids as she started to buck against him. Their lips locked to stemmy their moans of pleasure as the two experienced clone-human bonding at its most intimate level.

Steam seamed to roll off of Storm’s chassis as his engines roared to higher levels. System alarms began to ring throughout his meta, warning of impending overload of network circuits. “Torie…. Torie..” he gasped as static encroached upon his optic sensory array. Throwing his helm back he thrust one more time inside her before going still.

Torie gasped for breath as she snuggled against him. His taunt cable still inside her.. So different from the few boys she’d been with… So very different… “Well, at least we don’t have to coat it,” she snickered to herself.

“That’s a bonus being with a clone – isn’t it?” a male voice replied.

Pulling herself up, and off Storm’s cable, Torie peeked over her husband’s still form. Sure enough, familiar glowing blue orbs were looking back. “Ever hear of giving a girl some privacy nigga?”

Flame snickered mischievously, “You knew we were over here, duh… And in case you didn’t notice – I’m stuck being a sister for the next two months….”

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Note: Hope I tied everything back together and made more sense of WHY I’d chosen the rather strange form of punishment…
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