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**Mentors part 3**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Sharon opened the door to Jester’s room. She had sent them both in there, knowing without a TV, or ‘toy’ chest, the two clones would be bored as hell and truly think of it as punishment. But she was wrong. Since the room was a quick conversion from her ‘computer room’ to a bedroom. They’d left the desk and chair in it. There was now a ‘fort’ built. With the bed, nightstand and desk moved around and the bedsheets draped over all of it. The main light was off, and apparently Jester had clicked his headlights on. TC was happily showing him how they could make shadow monsters with their hands and his headlights.

Well, she had to give them brownie points for creativity if nothing else. Sharon thought as she walked in.. “Boys, clean this room up – now!” she barked.

The sheet seemed to explode with shocked clones standing up too fast. TC got himself completely tangled in it, and fell on the floor, thrashing and cursing a bit. Jester tried to help him out of the sheet, but gave up as he accidentally caused it to rip when it caught on one of the Seeker’s wing tips.

“Um, my bad. Sorry master,” he quipped as he hurriedly switched from helping the struggling blue clone, to the ‘safer’ task of moving the furniture back to where it had been. He knew he’d already ticked her off once. And even though TC had told him for the last couple hours to ‘not worry bout it’ – he didn’t want to tick her off again. He wanted her to like him.

TC ended up totally shredding the new sheet as he struggled out of it. He collected it in his hands, looking down at its remains in despair. “Um, sorry Sharon,” he stammered as he timidly met her eyes.

Now the new clone had no sheets for his bed! Sharon rolled her eyes at the pair. The furniture was now back in its original place, but he had nothing to sleep on. “Well TC, you’re buying him new ones with your own money. And you..” she paused for effect, “will have to sleep with us tonight.” With that she turned on her heels and marched out. The two clones silently following along behind her.

They passed Scream’s open door. Sharon couldn’t help but smile as she noticed both of those clones, on their beds, studying away. Yes, Scream had chosen a nice quiet clone. Unlike TC it seemed.. She’d known the mech called Sideswipe had a fairly colorful reputation, she’d just expected his clone to be more of the funny class clown personality – not a prankster. But, she believed you just figured out how to deal with what you got – so he wouldn’t be returned. No matter how difficult a ‘teenager’ he turned out to be!

“Geese, they’re both dull,” TC snickered under his breath as he elbowed Jester and nodded at the two studious clones.

“I heard that,” Sharon stated, her tone telling him that he’ better not push it.

Jester shot his optics at him with a smirk that told him he agreed with his statement, but the red ground clone was smart enough not to open his mouth. He studied his master as he followed her along. She was only wearing a short silk nightshirt. This made it much easier for him to see her figure than when she was bundled up in her winter wear. Heck, for a woman her age, she had a pretty decent looking pair of legs. “Nice legs,” he mumbled as he winked at TC and nodded towards Sharon. He hoped Sharon heard the comment, and would be pleased with him. And he figured TC would like the fact that he thought their master, though a little older, was still ‘hot’.

TC narrowed his optics at the clone. He didn’t like the fact that his partner was already eyeballing his woman. Granted, she WAS Jester’s master – but he didn’t care. It was hard enough to share her with Scream. Fortunately that ‘sharing’ usually meant Scream just eating her out while he either self-interfaced, or sometimes TC interfaced with him. Rarely did Scream actually seem to want to actually interface with Sharon. Which didn’t bother TC in the least, since that meant that Sharon was still kind’ve his exclusive turf. “She’s mine,” he growled back.

At his growled words, Jester’s big smile disappeared. He jerked as if shocked by electricity. He looked down at the ground in despair. Everything he did seemed to piss someone off here. He just didn’t know what to do!! His shoulder armor sagged as mineral oil tears filled his optics…

TC just about smacked into her then, for she had suddenly stopped in front of their bedroom door and turned around. “Shit! I’m sorry Sharon,” he stammered as he accidentally stepped on one of her feet. Not hard enough to really hurt, but it was the point of it.

“TC, I’m not mad at you for that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She glanced at the new clone, seeing the look of utter rejection on his face. She knew he’d done ever goof-up to try and make either her or TC laugh. But his comment about her legs, though pleasing to her, had ticked the blue clone off. Poor Jester was just heartbroken that he couldn’t find a way to please them both! And she knew that. But her eyes turned to a smug TC, who had ‘staked out his turf’ of her to the new clone. She put a finger in his face, making the blue clone gulp anxiously. “When you BEGGED me to buy him for you, you KNEW he would be part of the family just as you and Scream are – PERIOD! So I am not exclusively ‘yours’. You understand?!” she growled in a low and threatening tone.

“But Daniel said..” He backed up slightly in shock, but the red ground clone glanced up at her, his optics brightening as her words lifted his mood.

“I don’t care what Daniel said, you knew what I said,” she growled as she cut him off. She noticed Jester wiping the tears from his face plate, straightening his shoulders, and standing a bit more proudly. He now understood he had ‘equal’ rights to her. She was both their ‘master’ in his meta.

“But Scream’s fuck buddies…” TC stammered as he glanced from Sharon to Jester. He really didn’t want to share her!

Again, she cut him off. “Jester’s still an equal. He can do that if he wants. But he may not want that – did you think about that?” she asked with arched eyebrows. She knew he hadn’t considered that. Knew he’d have some issues with these new clones and her. But she just couldn’t treat these clones impersonally. She just couldn’t NOT give them the same love and interaction she’d given Scream and TC. It wasn’t that she was some slut. It was just that she knew their base programming all too well.

But TC’s stammered words about ‘fuck buddies’ – piqued Jester’s interest. His meta deciphered the phrase as meaning that the clone had other humans besides his master that he interfaced with. It sounded like fun! “Scream’s got ‘fuck buddies’?” Jester asked as he cocked his helm in curiosity. “Where’s your ‘fuck buddies’ TC?” he asked. Surely if Scream had some, then his partner surely had some too! He wondered if they were men or women? But did it really matter? He could do either.. His cock-sided grin returned to his face as he met the red optics of his mentor clone.

“You’re looking at her. TC’s not the ‘casual interface’ type of clone,” Sharon said with a wry grin. TC was blushing terribly in embarrassment right now. First, because he hadn’t thought about what the new clones might prefer – and second, because Scream had ‘fuck buddies’ and he didn’t. With that, she turned and opened the door, hearing the clones follow her into the bedroom.

“Wow, this is a lot bigger than mine!” Jester said as he jumped on the bed. He chuckled as he bounced up a bit. “And better too!” he added. Sliding off the bed, the curious clone began to explore, swiftly disappearing into the master bath.

“Well, I think you’ve lucked out with this one TC. He seems fascinated by the ‘fuck buddy’ idea. But that doesn’t mean he’ll not at least want to do what Scream does,” Sharon told TC as she sat on the bed. She noticed TC’s face brighten at her words. He didn’t really consider oral sex as interface, so sharing her that way wouldn’t bother him nearly as much. “But I don’t know if your luck holds out with Jag, he’s much more reserved,” she added. TC’s expression swiftly changed to one of worry again.

She spread her arms, motioning for him to come and sit next to her. When he did, she cradled him in her arms. “I know it’s hard for you to share TC. But I always consider YOU my only boyfriend. They are just family,” she whispered.

TC grinned sheepishly, she was right. She never referred to Scream as a boyfriend and vice-versa. He relaxed a little. He was still number one to her. Even if he had to share her.. But it had been his idea to get more clones. So he did have to deal with the repercussions of his rash decision. But it was bad enough to share her with other clones. He didn’t want to have to face sharing her with a human man! He’d been fascinated a lot lately at the jewelry stores. All those beautiful wedding rings… All those excited women standing there with their men buying them one! He wanted to do that too. He wanted to see Sharon crying in joy as he put one on her finger. And then no human man would approach her!! “Can I buy you a ring Sharon? I mean, I know I can’t marry you cus I’m not a man. But would you wear it like a wedding ring?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

Jester burst out of the master bath then, chuckling about what he could do in a shower like THAT – only to disappear into her large walk-in closet.

Sharon turned to face TC; in a sense the clone was asking her hand in marriage. Even though he had to share her attentions with three others now! He was amazing in his undying loyalty to her. Truly amazing… “Yes TC, I would,” she said softly as she took his lips. He truly was her dream man, in every way.

TC beamed in happiness as he pulled her down on top of him. He’d have a ring on her finger. A beautiful, perfect ring! No human man would ever approach her again. They’d know she was taken. True, he’d have to share her with the other clone ‘family’ members. But maybe, maybe, they’d all be more like Scream. Maybe they’d enjoy her love, and a little attention, but eagerly find ‘fuck buddies’ to interface with most of the time. Yes, he sure hoped so…

“So what’s going on?” Jester said as he stood over them, a big slag-eating grin on his face as he watched them passionately kiss. He looked rather hysterical, for he’d found Sharon’s makeup. The overly-curious clone couldn’t stop himself. So now his face plate was a mess of smeared colors.

“Oh God Jester, did you get into my makeup?!?” Sharon exclaimed as she bolted up off the bed.

“Ya, you like it?” he said in a rather pleased fashion as he tipped his face this way and that. He hoped he had pleased her by trying to look like her. Granted, the makeup hadn’t been as easy as he’d thought it would be to put on. But heck, with a little practice…

Once the shock wore off, TC fell back on the bed wailing in laughter. Every time he’d stop and look at the new clone’s face, he’d start snickering again.

Sharon stood up, giggling as well. She’d always heard of young girls getting into their mother’s make up like this, she just didn’t expect a clone to. Well, looks like she would now experience some young ‘teenaged girl’ issues with this clone. He was far more curious and willing to try news things than the other clones were. Grabbing his hand, she began to drag him back to the bathroom.

“I thought you’d like it master,” he said with a sad tone to his voice.

Coating her towel with some more make up remover, she went back to working on cleaning him up. “It’s not that I don’t like it,” she started to explain.

“It’s that clones don’t wear makeup,” TC’s voice said from the doorway. He stood there, with his back leaned up against the frame, watching Sharon clean his partner up. It was kind’ve cute. The red ground clone sitting on the toilette, peering up at Sharon with his sad blue optics, as the woman slowly got the mess off his face plate.

“Why not?” Jester asked. He’d thought that the idea was pretty cool. So many different colors to choose from…

“Because you are, from all outward appearances – male; and human males normally don’t wear makeup,” Sharon explained in a warm and understanding tone.

“But I’m both,” Jester argued.

Sharon tapped his gray nose. She was almost finished, and now the handsome clone was back to his original look. “I know that – and you know that. But people, who don’t own clones, don’t know that. You have a masculine face and voice – so they assume you are male.”

“Oh,” he replied. So he was assumed to be just his male half then. That was depressing. He really did want to see what using those ports felt like. But maybe he’d put on makeup again. It caused Sharon to touch him. And those sensations that she caused to fly through his nets were simply wonderful. He’d do anything to get her to touch him. Anything… He glanced over at TC. He sensed the clone somehow felt protective over her, but she was HIS master too! “Um, master?” he asked as he noticed her putting the towel away.

“Yes?”

“My optics are really blurry, I think there’s residue still coating them,” he lied. He wanted those hands back on him. Even if it was to clean up the mess he’d created. Granted, his optics were fine, but he didn’t think she’d realize that. And then she’d have her hands on him again. He gave her his biggest smile. His chassis hummed slightly in anticipation of the attention.

“TC, would you get my solution that I use on my reading glasses? And some of the special wipes as well?” she asked.

Jester noticed that TC gave him a knowing glance as he nodded and left. The clone wasn’t the brightest, but Jester had the sneaky suspicion that he knew he’d lied just to get her hands back on him. But she had laid down the law right? Jester did have equal rights to her attentions! So maybe he wouldn’t get ticked. TC came back a few seconds later with the requested supplies.

He pushed Sharon’s hands away. “Naw, don’t worry, I’ll get them clean. Why don’t you go relax?” he offered. She kissed him as she walked out, thanking him for finishing up. He looked down at the frowning Jester. “Now, you can pull one over on Jag, but not me, you got that ‘partner’?” he whispered with a smirk on his face. “Now, do I REALLY need to clean your optics, hmmmm?” he added.

The red ground clone’s shoulders sagged and he shook his head. He was so, so fucking busted! Could he do nothing right?!? He heard TC set down the cleaning supplies, but he kept his optics locked onto the floor in shame.

“Look at me Jester,” TC whispered.

Jester looked up, meeting those brilliant crimson orbs. “Man, I’m sorry. I know you’re like really attached to our master, but…”

“But you long for her touch too?” TC finished for him.

Gulping in fear that it would piss off his mentor further, Jester nodded.

TC sighed and patted him on his shoulder armor. “It’s our programming you know. It ain’t your fault. Tell you what, we’ll teach you some things over winter break, but once school’s back in session – try out some of Scream’s fuck buddies. See if they’re more your style,” he whispered with a wink.

“Thanks TC, and, um, you know I’m not trying to get between you two or anything,” Jester whispered with honesty in his optics.

“Dude, you couldn’t if you tried. But thanks for not trying,” TC said as he gave him a hug.

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They were in there for quite some time, and Sharon had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn’t all just ‘cleaning optics’. But the clones HAD to work things out between them. They had to do it on their own. Find their places within the family structure. She was glad that TC seemed to now accept that he’d have to possibly share her here-and-there. But he would always be her number one. He knew it – she knew it. And that’s what really mattered to him. He wanted to be number one to her.

The two clones came out of the bathroom with big grins on their faces. Jester making a bee-line towards her ‘toy’ chest, while TC settled himself down next to her and put his arms behind his helm. He had a smug slag-eating smile as he watched Jester explore the chest’s contents.

“Told him we’d teach him, hmmm?” Sharon chuckled as she snuggled up against him.

He put his arm around her. “You don’t mind do you?” he snickered as he gave her a squeeze.

Sharon giggled as she watched Jester peer at one ‘toy’ after another. She’d never thought her collection would find so much use. But, hey, whatever worked to keep these clones ‘satisfied’! She didn’t think she could personally handle it if SHE had to satisfy all of them. No, she didn’t mind ‘teaching’ them about toys and pleasuring each other – whatsoever. “Not at all,” she purred as she slid her fingers along his retracted wing.

TC shivered as she traced his wing nets. His girlfriend was so perfect. So freagin’ perfect! He was glad she encouraged the other clones to self-interface. So glad.. “Hey Jester, found anything interesting?”

Jester brought one over. A rather thin vibrator, but he liked the shiny silver surface. “Um, ya, this one master,” he said as he showed them his prize.

Sharon grinned as she elbowed TC and motioned Jester to lie down next to her. “Well, Scream helped train his partner, now it’s your turn,” she said to the blue clone. “And Jester?” she added.

He settled himself next to her. The press of her warmth against the length of his chassis caused a shiver of excitement to roll through him. “Yes ma-am?” he asked as he fingered the ‘toy’ he had chosen. He couldn’t wait for her to teach him. For her hands to be all over him..

She turned on her side and propped her head up on a hand. Her dark eyes locked with his sapphire optics as she teased him by running her fingers lightly across his chest armor. “You are family now. I am not your master, so just use my name,” she said. Leaning over, she took his lips even as she spoke the words.

Jester shivered as her fingers sent waves of liquid fire roaring through his systems. He was barely conscious of her words, merely logging in their meaning. Her lips seemed to burn like a million suns against his virgin lips. Her tongue caressing, asking for entrance seemed like an electrifying comet gracing his meta with its touch. He parted his lips as his entire chassis trembled with want. She entered his mouth, the strange sweat flavor of her cocoa flavored tongue dancing with his glossa. He was amazed at the difference. Wanted to know more! Boldly, he explored her organic mouth with his glossa. Savoring the differences.. The flavor that remained from the cocoa she’d recently consumed. The feel of her calcium structured teeth..

The vibrator fell from his hand. Discarded and forgotten as he hesitantly touched the silk of her night shirt. He was terrified of irritating his mentor, but he longed for the touch of his human. Of the one he belonged to. But then he felt other hands caressing his armor. Hands that weren’t human. With a start, he pulled away from Sharon’s lips, his optics meeting those of his mentor, who was now forcing him to spread his legs.

“But… But.. I’m supposed to interface with humans!” he said in shock as he tried to close his legs. But the blue Seeker had now settled himself between them. His hands now rubbing their length, his knowing grin widening since he knew the sensations he was causing to fly through the young clone’s networks.

Sharon stroked his chest armor, and then with her fingers, she forced him to meet her eyes. “We will push you past your programming Jester. This pleases me, and it shall feel incredible for you,” she purred.

He bit down on his lip. He did so want to experience anything that was ‘incredible’, but underneath a human’s hands as his programming dictated he should. He shook his head back and forth. “But this isn’t what I’m programmed for,” he re-iterated. Again, he tried in vain to clench his legs together.

“Autobot programming is a lot stronger than ours was, huh?” TC chuckled as he forcefully jerked the ground clone’s legs apart. True, he hadn’t been programmed for clone-to-clone interface, but he hadn’t fought the pleasure sensations in the least. He had just had to get used to the strangeness of it, that’s all.

“Yes, it seems to be. Had to pretty much force it on Jag,” Sharon said as she traced the trembling clone’s seams. He whimpered slightly in denial as TC’s fingers traced the seams between his thigh armor and his codpiece. She knew the sensations must be racing through him, but he still tried to deny.

“Please Sharon, don’t force me,” Jag gasped. He didn’t dare move, for his human had told him this pleased her. But his programming told him it was wrong. Totally wrong!

She patted him and kissed his helm. “Don’t worry, once we push you past the programs, it won’t be forced anymore,” she promised. Sitting up, she slid forward and opened her nightstand. Taking out some leather belts.. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed his arms and gently forced him to raise them above his head. He yelped as he felt her tie them tightly to the heavy iron headboard.

“Please Sharon,” he gasped, his optics wide as he felt TC become bolder with his touch.

Sharon bent down and kissed him passionately. Her fingers dancing along his chassis, sparks of fire flowing through his networks. “Mmmmmm, Jester, you taste so good,” she murmured as she licked his chest armor.

He arched up against her, but then squeaked in fear again as he felt his legs being strapped. He had just enough slack to bend them, but not enough to truly close them. He looked down with frightened optics, seeing TC smirk as he finished tying them off. “No.. Please Sharon.. Please TC.. Don’t do this..” he whimpered. But he was trapped. He felt TC’s glossa slide along his codpiece. Toying at the closed hatches to his ports and bonding cable. His interface systems were reacting to the clone’s touch, despite his meta’s denial.

“Open your ports and extend your cable. Dimensions, hmmm, seven by three,” Sharon ordered.

“No, pleeeaaaaassseeee!” he pleaded even as he did as his human ordered. He tensed as he felt clone fingers tracing his exposed ports.

“It’s actually kind’ve erotic to break him in like this,” TC murmured as he played with the fearful clone’s port entrances. The clone continued to beg him to stop even as he moaned in response to the pleasure stimuli.

“Mmmmm, yes. I do recall dominating a certain blue clone once a while back,” Sharon chuckled as she gave TC a wink. Moving down Jester’s shivering frame, she circled his pressurized bonding cable with a hand. “What do you think TC? Would it be easier to break through his inhibitions if I do this?” she said as she flicked her tongue over the tip of Jester’s cable.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Jester moaned as he arched up in response. His human.. Her hand wrapped around his cable.. Her sweet tongue sending fire racing through his systems! This was what he was built for! “Nooooooooo, Mmmmmmm!” he altered between want for release, and want to suppress those feelings. He rocked his head back and forth as he felt clone fingers invade his port. Stretching him.. Exploring him.. It was so wrong.. But it felt so good. Confusion rocked through his core programs. Programs that said he should not feel this from the hands of another clone..

TC grinned, it did kind’ve turn him on to watch her do that. Well, as long as he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to actually interface with the other clone. His own cable pressed against the confinement, a want filled him to get that kind’ve attention. The tightness of those virgin ports around his fingers also filled him with even more lust. He had to admit, he did look forward to those interfacing sessions with Scream. Even if they didn’t happen very often! It was so different from Sharon.. But felt so good.. “You mind if I enjoy his ports, while I watch you do that?” he asked her.

She considered the idea. Yes, it probably would be better for TC’s ego if he took the clone’s virginity. It didn’t bother her as much to share him - as the other way around. She owned his heart, that’s all that mattered to her at her age. “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea TC.”

“Ahhhhh,” Jester gasped as he felt his human’s mouth surround his throbbing cable. Her tongue flicked along its length as her hands roamed along his chassis. His chassis relaxed a bit more, slowly accepting the fact he’d have to also feel TC’s hands on him when he received the attention he so craved from her. But then he felt a press against his aft port. The smooth glide of the vibrator as it went inside his depths. It was set on low. The vibrations coursing through his sensory bundles.. “Ooooohhhhhh, that feels soooo goooood,” he mewed as he spread his legs wider. Not as afraid of TC’s touch anymore.

“Sssssttttt!?!” he hissed as he felt the tip of TC’s pressurized cable slowly slide into his forward port. He struggled in his bonds. He wasn’t supposed to interface with other clones! It went against his programs. “Nooooo, TC.. Stoooopppp! Pleeaassse!” he pleaded even as he shook with pleasure.

TC stopped as he got his full length inside the clone’s port. “Sharon, it feels different than when I interface with Scream,” he noted. Indeed, it did feel different. The port itself felt almost identical, but he didn’t feel that straight energy pull on the tip of his cable, like they were somehow being connected together. Perhaps it was because he was in the forward port? With Scream, he’d always used the rear port.

Sharon lifted up, still pumping the trembling and whimpering clone’s cable. “What do you mean – different?” she asked as she completely ignored Jester’s pleas.

“There’s no energy pull,” he explained. He pulled out slowly, then thrust forcefully back in. Jester screamed in pleasure even as he continued to beg TC to stop.

“Fascinating, do you think it’s the port you’re using?” Sharon asked. She licked the end of Jester’s cable, silencing his pleas by forcing him to moan.

TC shrugged, pulling out, he took the vibrator out of the clone’s aft port. Repositioning the toy into the forward port, he plunged his cable into the now-available aft port. Still, the same sensation.. It felt damned good – but there was no energy pull. “Same thing,” he told her.

Jester’s entire chassis was beginning to hum loudly. He couldn’t deny the incredible sensations that TC, the vibrator, and Sharon were causing any longer. “Pleeeeaaaassseeee FASTER! FASTER!!!” he shrieked as he finally gave in to the pleasure.

“Well, I guess it’s just a simple overload for you two then,” Sharon told him with a grin. Licking the humming clone’s cable along its entire length, she began stroking it with a firm hand as she watched TC’s cable sliding in and out of him. It was very erotic.. Especially now that they’d finally broken through the red clone’s programs, taught him that clone-to-clone interface was both acceptable and enjoyable. As she took the shaft into her mouth she pondered the differences between Autobot and Decepticon clones. These new clones programming seemed much stronger and harder to bypass and modify. It would bear looking into for sure…. She flicked her tongue along his cable as she pondered…

TC grunted and growled as he drove his cable in-and-out in a blind fury of passion. His meta now consumed by his own need to overload. The sequences began to commence. His systems shutting down one-by-one… He joined Jester in a final yell, and then they both collapsed in shutdown.

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Sharon was curling the belts into neat and orderly bundles and putting them into her nightstand drawer. The familiar sounds of rebooting clones filled her ears as she did so.

“Mmmmmmm,” Jester said, rocking his head back-and-forth slightly as he activated his optics. He felt a weight on top of him. Looking up, he realized it was the rebooting chassis of his mentor. Hearing a feminem chuckle, he turned his blue optics to Sharon. “Why did you force me to interface with him?” he asked as he depressurized and retracted his own cable. But the wonderful sensation of the still-on vibrator in his forward port, and TC’s still pressurized cable in his aft port made him tremble once more.

Sharon smiled warmly as she slid onto the bed and took his lips. She suckled his glossa lightly as she rubbed his fingers with hers. Releasing his lips, she smiled. “You enjoyed it, yes?” she said in a sly tone.

He shifted under TC’s weight, bucking slightly against him as he enjoyed the sensation of the cable sliding in-and-out. “Well yes, once I gave up fighting it,” he admitted with a grin. He wasn’t mad at them in the least. It had felt DAMNED good! But it was still confusing to him why she’d let the other clone interface with him – and not her. His core programs still told him that it should’ve been her.

She tapped the tip of his gray nose. “That’s why. Because I knew you’d end up liking it,” she purred. “I won’t be around forever. And I love you guys. Even you new clones. When I’m gone – you’ll have each other,” she explained as she took his lips again.

“Mmmmmm, damn you feel good around my cable Jester,” TC murmured as he reactivated. But then his optics fell on Sharon. “I assume Scream just did his standard with you earlier?” he asked with a hopeful smile. Odds were most definitely in his favor, since the red Seeker had interfaced with her less than a handful of times, but had eaten her out while he self-interfaced – dozens of times! It was an odd quirk. But an understandable quirk given his history… TC didn’t mind in the least - Since he basically still had almost sole interface ‘rights’ with Sharon this way! So let the red Seeker continue his quirkiness – TC was more than supportive!

Sharon let loose of Jester’s lips and met those fiery orbs. “You know it. Ready to finish me off?” she purred.

With a yelp of glee, TC leapt off of Jester. Pushing Sharon face down on the bed, he pulled her panties to the side. She was dripping with desire, and since his cable was still coated with Jester’s lubricant, he thrust deeply within her. Enjoying her screams of pleasure as he pounded her into a frenzy. He stopped just as she began to spasm with her climax, grinning over at Jester with a triumphant gleam in his optics. “And that my friend; is how you satisfy your woman – and your partner,” he quipped as Sharon continued to grip his cable in the rhythmic contractions that spoke of a satisfied woman.

As he was retracting his cable safely back inside him, there was a knock on the door. “What?!” TC yelled, figuring that Scream was coming in to borrow yet another toy. Dude was ALWAYS borrowing new toys!!

“I need to check the windows,” Jag’s voice replied.

“Geese, that guy has no life,” Jester mumbled as he smirked at TC. He knew TC would find that funny. Maybe Sharon as well.

Sharon rolled over and elbowed Jester. Not bothering to cover up in the least. “Shut up Jester, he’s just doing his job,” she whispered in a harsh tone. “Come on in Jag,” she replied.

TC fell back against his pillows, briefly meeting Jester’s optics in silent agreement. This brightened Jester’s downcast face. Sharon’s rebuke of his joke stung badly.

The police bot wandered in, and with just a nod at them, proceeded to wander around and make sure that every single window was properly secured. As he moved to walk out and finish his rounds, Sharon stopped him. “Come here Jag,” she softly ordered.

“Yes ma-am, I mean Sharon?” Jag replied as he walked up to the side of the bed on TC’s side.

She motioned for him to lean over the blue clone, like she wanted to whisper something in his audio. Instead, she gave him a big kiss and a hug. “Thank you for doing such a thorough job and good night,” she purred as she enjoyed the slight deepening in his shade.

“Um, thanks Sharon. And good night to you all,” he stammered, his composure somewhat shaken. He turned to leave again.

“Hey Jag,” Jester said. He had a gift for the clone. Perhaps it’d loosen the guy up a bit?

The clone turned back around and locked his optics on the prankster. Jester held something out to him. “Hey, sorry bout earlier. Here’s a little ‘make up’ gift – ok?” he said with a big grin on his face.

Jag accepted what he handed to him, and looked down at it in confusion. It was shaped like a missile, about eight inches long, and silver in color. “Thank you,” he replied in a flat tone. He had no earthly clue as to what the jokester had just handed him. So he didn’t know if he should be ticked, or pleased. A poker face was the best thing to do in a situation like this.

Sharon glared at Jester as she kicked him. But she turned a smile to the police bot, since she didn’t want to add to the prankster’s mirth by embarrassing the reserved clone further – by telling him what the ‘gift’ was right then. “Ask Scream what it is in the morning,” she advised.

Pleased that she had given him a specific way to explain this illogical gift, he gave her a grateful smile, turned, and left as swiftly as he could without making it too obvious. He had a bad feeling that Jester had pulled yet another gag on him, but now he’d have to wait until the morning to discover what it was.

After the quiet clone was out of audio range, TC broke out into snickers along with Jester. Sharon grabbed her pillow and began to mercilessly assault both of them with it. “You two! Leave him alone! I swear!” she exclaimed as she pegged them.

TC rolled off the bed, letting Jester take most of the punishment this time. After all, this one had been ALL that clone’s idea – not his! Sharon was just miffed because he saw the humor in it. He liked Jester. Really, really liked him! The clone was quick witted and smart as a whip. A perfect partner for him! He snickered as he listened to the clone’s grunts as he was hit again and again by Sharon with her pillow.

Wandering over to his dresser, he opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the gift he had bought for him. With it in his arms, he leaned up against the wall and waited for Sharon to get done with her punishment. Finally, she had the clone curled up at the head of the bed, protecting his face from her pillow onslaught. But now she was laughing at him. Telling him he needed to find a productive way to release his creative energies. Jester was whimpering that he was sorry, that he just wanted to make the police clone chill out a bit. That he wouldn’t do it again.

“I got something to occupy him,” TC offered.

Sharon hit Jester one last time with her pillow, and then lay back down. “Can’t wait to see what you came up with,” she snorted at TC.

Jester peered from behind his hand, grinning as he realized his punishment was over. He uncurled himself and eagerly reached for the present that TC was holding out. He’d try anything to make them laugh – and NOT get in trouble again! “So what do I do with this?” he asked as he turned the wrapped box over and over in his hands.

“You open it, Stupid. Your present is inside,” TC snickered.

“Oh, cool!” Jester quipped as he ripped into it. Paper flew everywhere, and soon he was sitting with some card decks and paperback books in his hands. He read the titles of the books. They all dealt with card games, and card tricks. There was even a book on basic magic tricks. “So, I’m going to learn how to trick people?” he asked with a grin. It sounded like fun. But wouldn’t he get into yet more trouble?

“These are tricks people like and will laugh at. It’s more important to get people to laugh and to like you for entertaining them – instead of making fun of people and making them not like you,” Sharon explained. She was pleased with TC’s choice of gifts. These ‘magic tricks’ and card tricks would surely get the red clone the positive attention he seemed to so desperately crave!

“So when I learn these card tricks and magic tricks – you’ll let me do them on you?!?” Jester asked with eagerness in his optics. He did want her to like him, but he was constantly getting into trouble with his attempts to make her laugh. That wasn’t good.

“Yes, I would be very pleased if you would do that. And you can even do these card tricks and magic tricks on Scream and Jag – when they’re not busy,” she told him. “But it’s late, so let’s get to sleep, ok? You can start learning them tomorrow,” she told him as she slid under the covers.

“Hey TC, thanks a lot!” Jester said with a grin. He set his present on the floor next to his side of the bed and slid under the covers so that he could defrag. He felt Sharon’s warm body next to him, and couldn’t help but to turn and put his arm over her. The mattress sank a bit as TC slid in on the other side of her.

TC grinned over at Jester as he retracted his wings so that he could lie on his side facing Sharon. He also laid an arm over her, but set his fingers against the red armor of his clone partner. He noticed that Jester copied his actions, then the clone’s blue optics went dark in defrag. Yes, Jester was going to be a blast to hang out with. A true blast!

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