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**Mentors 10**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Sharon fingered the diamond ring on her left hand, twirling it around as she watched her newly modified Seeker clones play in the sky above their new country home. It was odd seeing them in this light gray color with no insignias. But that was part of being experimental stealth models. She sighed, knowing that they would soon be ‘tested’ by Daniel and his team to see what they could do in their new alt modes. She hated it when they were gone, but she’d be too busy to miss them since Perceptor was due to be in the Solar System during their absence. She and the Autobot scientist had a lot of research to do on this malicious program issue.

“You ok?” Jester’s voice asked as he came up and put his arm around her waist. His normal cock-eyed smile on his face..

“Yes, it’s just strange seeing them as F-22’s, not F-15’s anymore,” Sharon said as she leaned into him while she looked up. Over the last six months, the two new clones had really grown on her. In many ways they were so very different from the Decepticon clones, but she loved them just the same. They tended to be a little more thoughtful before they acted. Even Jester – now that he had a release for his creative energies as a clown. And with the exception of Scream, the Autobot clones actually seemed to have a higher intellect as well.

Yes, she did love TC with all her heart. But she freely admitted that neither he nor Speed were the brightest chips off the block. This didn’t mean they couldn’t learn and excel in something though. TC had become as talented of a programmer as she was, while Speed was probably an even better mechanic than Daniel was – but they both also had very juvenile traits as well. And unlike humans – they probably wouldn’t mature out of them.

“I think they look cool this way. That colored edging on their wings is really offset by the gray background. And they’re going to really be hard for Speed’s team to spot!” Jester snickered. His grin got even bigger as his meta just pictured the yellow clone cussing away as he was ‘caught’ by Seekers that he never even saw coming.

“Shado will be harder to fool,” Sharon reminded him. The last few ‘training sessions’ that Daniel’s team had taken them on, had ended with her clones coming back cursing that quiet blue and white clone. On every ‘stealth’ mission, he’d thwarted them at every turn. Even the ever patient Jag had a scowl on his face the last time he’d come home. It was because of Shado that Speed had managed to out maneuver them, plain and simple.

“True, he is the perfect forward scout,” Jag’s voice agreed.

Sharon turned her head, smiling at the police clone as he walked up. Holding her arm out, she squeezed him as he slid in on her other side. It just felt right to be arm-in-arm with her clones. Just so right… “Have you ever thought of Jester setting up some booby traps to catch him?”

Jester grinned as he looked down at her. “You know, that’d be funnier than hell to see Shado hanging by a leg!”

“Hmmmm, an interesting strategy, but I think it would work.” Jag rubbed his chin, deep in thought as he contemplated the idea. Jester HAD done it to him a couple of times just for amusement. Perhaps there was a use for his continual need to surprise other clones?

But then two minijets zoomed by, almost hitting the power lines! “What the heck are they doing?!?” Jester stammered in surprise. They were obviously Aerialbot clones, and one looked like he was chasing the other. They circled the hill, then threw on afterburners and zoomed towards the ridge, almost hitting the two Seeker clones they hadn’t seen.

“They’re flying recklessly and below accepted limits! They need to be stopped!” Jag growled as he ran forward with his fists balled up.

Sharon thought for a second. Perhaps one was glitched, and the other was trying to catch him in order to return him to their owner? But the way they were flying, they could hit some power lines – or worse! “Tell TC and Scream to nab them and bring them here,” she ordered.

Jag thought quickly, knowing his brothers’ talents very well. “//Scream, you and TC pursue those out-of-control clones. Use your null-ray to knock them off line, collect them and bring them here!//” he radioed to them.

“COOL!!! A real fucking mission!!!” TC yelled to Scream as they banked hard.

“Well follow my lead!” Scream snickered as he threw on his afterburners. The aerialbot clones wouldn’t stand a chance against him and his wing mate. Their new F-22 alt modes were far superior to those outdated F-15 and F-16 alt modes! He couldn’t wait to drop them out of the sky!

The two stealth clones snuck up behind the two aerialbot clones. “I’ll tag them, you catch the first one, I’ll catch the second one,” Scream whispered to TC. He lined up for the perfect shot. In the blink of an optic, he’d fired two rounds from his null-ray. Both of the out-of-control clones transformed and tumbled helplessly to the Earth.

“Ya-Hoo! Caught you motherfucker!” TC yelled happily as he transformed and easily caught one of them by his leg He grinned at his wing mate as Scream also made an easy catch.

“All those stupid training sessions of catching each other’s aft really worked!” Scream quipped with a grin. He’d always wondered why Daniel had made them do that maneuver so many times in a row that it had become rather monotonous. But now he understood. Neither of them were the least bit off-balanced by the ‘transform and catch in mid-air’ maneuver anymore. “Well, let’s take them home and get Jag to secure them.”

Jag was waiting with handcuffs ready as they dropped the limp clones on the ground in front of them. Without a word, he’d cuffed them, and then chained them together as an extra precaution. With a grin, Jester rolled them so that they were face-down on the ground and swiftly disabled their jet engines. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he snickered.

Scream snorted, “Just don’t ever consider trying that on me nitwit.” He walked over to the two, noticing what appeared to be damage all along their chassis. His optics narrowed as he rolled them onto their backs and studied the damage on the front part of their chassis. His fingers began to shake as he lightly traced the streaks. “They’ve been fucking whipped Sharon! A motherfucker’s been abusing them!” his voice had lowered to a snarl as he noticed that the Air Raid clone’s port covers had been damaged. To the point he could no longer close them.

Sharon and the others knelt down next to him. She put her arm around the Seeker who was now trembling in barely contained rage. The abused state of the two clones was obvious to them now. And everyone felt the same sense of disgust. Scream had to blink back tears of rage as he ran his fingers gently over their battered chassis.

About that time, the null ray’s effects wore off. The Air Raid clone jerked. His optics widened in total terror as he felt the handcuffs around his wrists and the strange group which knelt around him. “No! Don’t take me back! I’ll never go back! No!” he screamed as he flipped over and tried to crawl away. But he couldn’t. Hands surrounded him, not allowing him to escape again! They forced him down to his knees, holding him there.

The Skydive clone shook his head, his optics drawn to the clone he’d been chasing. “You freager! Now we’re going to get beaten again! All because you tried to leave!” He lunged towards the terrified clone, but was stopped as other clone hands grabbed him. He was also forced onto his knees and held there. He looked up at his captors. “I’m sorry! I tried to stop him. Please tell our master that I tried!” Tears filled his optics as he trembled and dropped his head. “I failed. I couldn’t catch him fast enough. I’m… I’m sorry.”

Sharon looked from the Skydive clone, who was being held by TC and Jag – to the Air Raid clone, who was being held by Scream and Jester. Scream’s face was a mask of silent rage as he rubbed the sobbing clone’s nosecone. She walked up to the Skydive clone and gently forced him to look at her. “What’s your designations?” she asked.

“Um, I’m ‘Blue’ and he’s ‘Silver’. I’m really sorry ma-am. Please, I’m really sorry,” he told her. His optics were so full of fear and regret at his failure, that it tugged on Sharon’s heart.

“Let me go! I don’t want to go back!” Silver sobbed as he struggled in vain. He collapsed in sobs. “Please off-line me… Please?” he began to plead as he looked up at the two clones that were holding him. “Please… I’d rather die than go back!”

Scream took a quick intake of air, his air frame now visibly trembling in his effort to contain his rage. He curled his hand around the clone’s noseclone, pressing the Aerialbot tightly against his thigh armor. Jester saw his optics, setting his free hand on the red Seeker’s wing, he rubbed it slightly. Trying to help him maintain his self-control…

“Shut up Silver – you’re only going to make it worse for us!” Blue growled as he glared at his fellow clone.

“Both of you. Be quiet UNLESS you’re answering my questions!” Sharon shouted, glowering at both of them. Blue looked just as beat up as Silver did and her heart went out to both of them.

Both Aerialbot clones clamped their mouths shut, cringed and looked at the ground as if expecting her to beat them, like they were so obviously used to. Silver whimpered a bit and huddled tightly against Scream’s legs, his optics bright with fear. The red Seeker now curled both of his hands protectively on his shoulder armor. Sharon walked up to him and knelt down in front of him. “Are you beaten when you make a mistake?” she asked him, her touch gentle as she rubbed his cheek. He hesitantly nodded.

“Shut up Silver! Master will kill us if we tell!” Blue snarled as he lunged towards them. His optics were bright with both anger – and fear. Obviously, he’d face the same punishment as Silver would.

TC bent down and clamped a hand over his mouth. “Sharon said for you to shut up – so shut up!” he growled in the clone’s audio. But his hands were as gentle as his optics. He met his wing mate’s optics, knew the rage within them…

“But he’s going to make it worse for us!” Blue pleaded as he threw himself sideways to get TC’s hand off his mouth.

“We can’t let them go back,” Scream told Sharon as he continued to stroke the terrified clone’s nosecone. “They’re abused. We can’t return them.” His voice was low with his passion. “I WON’T let them go back!” he snarled. His optics were full of compassion for the two clones. His stance telling her that he’d fight to keep them.

“Scream’s right Sharon,” TC agreed. He tapped Blue on his helm to shut him up again. Spreading his legs into a square stance, he copied Scream’s actions. The Aerialbot clone forced tightly against his leg armor. The blue Seeker’s hands protectively on his shoulders.

The two handcuffed clones looked around at the group, not believing that the clones were actually telling their master what to do with them! Hope began to enter Silver’s optics, and he curled around Scream’s leg. His entire chassis beginning to hum slightly as he realized they would try to protect him. Blue also looked up at the blue Seeker in disbelief, his jaw hanging open..

Jag considered the situation. He understood why his partner was so adamant that the clones not be returned. But they were someone’s property. It was theft if they didn’t return them! But…. “Sharon, could you purchase them from their owner?”

Sharon stood up, looking from abused clone to abused clone as she pondered his suggestion. “That’s an idea. But who’s the owner?” she wondered aloud. She looked over at the clone named Silver. “Who are you registered to – and address?” she demanded in a soft tone of voice.

“John Hoover, 1111 Park pl. Boston, ma-am” Silver offered. With an anxious gulp, he dared to smile at her. Hoping… Praying… That she’d be able to protect him.. He slowly uncurled himself from Scream’s leg and accepted the two clones’ help as he struggled to his feet, grunting slightly in pain. His optics were locked on the woman. She seemed so nice. Her clones seemed happy. He wanted desperately for her to buy them. He’d do anything she asked… He’d find someway to please her. Please her like he’d never been able to please his current owner.

Sharon’s eyes got a little bigger. “Senator Hoover?” she asked him.

“Yes ma-am,” Blue answered. His optics were still locked on the ground in shame at his failure to keep his brother clone in line. They would cause this nice woman problems now. Their owner was always bragging at how powerful he was, at how they’d better obey him. “I’m sorry ma-am. I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered as he chewed on his lower lip in shame.

Jag recognized that name from his nightly habit of watching C-Span. “A US Senator could be a problem,” he dryly noted.

But a grin crossed Sharon’s face, and then she began to laugh a bit. All the clones looked at her in shock over her reaction. “Oh how nice. The biggest contributing family finds out a Senator’s dirty little secret, right before an election year,” she patted the two handcuffed clones on their shoulder armor as she nodded to them all to follow her. “No, I don’t think we’ll have a problem getting ownership of these clones at all.” She glanced back at Scream, “And making the bastard PROMISE to never buy one again!”

“Really?!? You can make him not do this again?!” the red Seeker’s rage turned into wonderment. He didn’t know humans could control other adult human’s behavior like that. But he was glad if she could. Scream grinned as he squeezed Silver. “She’ll take care of you two. You’ll never feel pain again, I promise!” he said with a big smile.

The two handcuffed clones stood a little straighter as they walked in the company of the strange clones and the confident woman. Somehow they had accidentally run across a savior….

Just then, Sharon’s cell phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she answered it. “Oh, I’m sorry Blaster… Well something’s come up… He’s leaving tomorrow?... Can he not stay another day… Hmmm, yes I understand… No, I can’t come. I have an emergency situation on my hands… Yes, tell Perceptor I’ll speak with him later about it.. Thanks for calling…” She closed the phone and slid it back into her pocket with a sigh.

“Missed each other again?” Jag noted.

TC patted her on the shoulder. “Aw, don’t worry, we’ll figure out how to handle the bug. No biggie. They’re just annoying when they’re glitched,” he said.

The two Aerialbot clones looked down at the ground, ashamed that they must’ve made her miss an important meeting. But then she tapped them on their chest plates. Looking up, they were amazed that the woman was smiling at them. “You two are more important than a little meeting, don’t worry yourselves – ok?”

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“But they are MY property!!” the older man growled as he paced back and forth. He glared at the two clones who sat with their optics glued to the floor. Their wings shivered slightly at each of his words.

Sharon smile demurely as she offered him a drink. All of her clones, minus Scream, stood silently next to the wall, watching every move he made. She had kept Scream out of this, knowing the Seeker might be overcome with emotion, and had ordered the rest of them not to say a word or even move much. After the enraged Senator snatched the drink from her hand, she sat down on the armrest of the couch next to the silent Silver. “True, they are your property, but doesn’t your campaign start up soon?” her tone was soft, yet threatening as she met his eyes.

“My campaign has nothing to do with you returning my property!” he snarled.

She traced her fingers on the top of Silver’s helm. “Hmmm, wonder what those groups whom claim these clones should have the same rights as our pet dogs do, would think about your treatment of them?” she gave the Senator her sweetest smile.

“You wouldn’t dare! Your family builds these things!” Senator Hoover threatened back.

Sharon shrugged dismissively. “I’m not part of those companies; I’m a mere stockholder who researches these products. But perhaps I agree with these ‘clone rights’ groups? That clones are as alive as little Fido, hmmmm? Perhaps I shall give them the money I normally contribute to you? Oh, and hand them the video my clones took of these clones’ condition and statements?” She stood up, her eyes full of threat as she walked right up to the older man and met his eyes. “You would be ruined – and you know it! Do not tempt me John,” she growled.

“You’re family would go down with me. I’d push that legislation through!” He snarled back.

“Oh, my dear Senator. There’s been VERY lucrative offers for the corporations for a long time now. My family could be ‘out of the business’ within five hours. A LONG time before the legislation ever hits the senate floor for a vote. AND we both know that the legislation equates them with dogs and cats. People still breed, sell and own those. Which is the same as building, selling and owning clones,” Sharon retorted. Her dark eyes narrowed as she matched wits with him.

He gulped, keeping his eyes firm, but knowing that she meant every word. Her family could easily get out of the business before any ‘clone rights’ legislation passed. And since the military used a bunch of the clones – it wasn’t even likely that the bill would even get out of committee. Everyone in industry and the government would fight it. But the publicity would doom many careers. He glanced from her, to his two clones, wondering how he needed to work this ‘little situation’. “So what do you want Professor Trakersly? What do you want me to do in order to keep your silence about them?”

Sharon stepped back; going over to the bar she poured herself another glass of wine. “Two things Senator,” she replied as she took another sip.

“Which are?” He’d lost the game of wits. But he had to salvage his career at any cost. No one could know that he had a drinking problem and an anger problem. That’s why he’d bought the clones. He could release those feelings without harming a living thing! It wasn’t like they felt pain. But this professor could ruin his career. She knew the press well – and the public LOVED her and her damned blue clone. It would be a public relations nightmare if she openly supported the clone rights group, and used video of HIS clones as the reason behind her support. He’d be ruined!

“First, I buy them from you. At black book value.”

“And Second?” he knew it wouldn’t be this simple. The woman was going to make him squirm.

“You give me your oath, in writing, to never purchase another clone again.” At these words, her police clone silently came forward and handed him pen and paper.

“That’s like making me promise to never buy a car, or a vacuum!! It’s outrageous!” he snarled in total disbelief. He threw the paper and pen down in anger, balling his hands into fists as rage filled him.

“Do it – or have no career,” she threatened. “And then there is the matter of my family’s donations to your campaign. Do you wish to discuss that as well? Hmmm?”

The police clone had calmly picked up the materials he’d thrown down. With no expression, he offered them back to the man. Senator Hoover glared at the woman and his clones, as he wrote his oath - to never own one again. “Do I have your guarantee that neither you nor any clone shall ever speak of this in public?” he growled as he handed the signed oath to the police bot.

She nodded. “Agreed. The check shall be in the mail for their fair market value,” Sharon told him in a level voice.

Senator Hoover glared at the two clones on the couch. “Register new owner: Sharon Trakersly,” he ordered. Without another word, he stormed out of the house.

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Silver and Blue looked up at the woman, hope for a brighter future shown in their optics. “Thank you master,” they said in unison.

Sharon put a finger to her lips as she nodded for Jag to take the handcuffs off them. She also nodded for Jester to go fetch Scream. “A few rules my new clones,” she started as TC refilled her glass.

“Yes ma-am?” they both replied as they sat a little straighter. Both of them so eager to TRY to please this new master! They had failed in every attempt to do so with their last master. But her clones seemed happy, so they knew that she could be pleased! Their air frames hummed slightly in their building excitement over this second chance at life.

“First off, you are now family, so you call me by my first name from now on. Second,” she nodded at the other clones in the room. “These are now your brothers, your mentors. You do as they advise – but – you are still equal in rights to them.”

“Yes ma-am, uh Sharon,” Blue replied. Silver mumbled his own acknowledgement as well.

Scream burst in with Jester at his thrusters. He leaped onto the couch inbetween the two new clones and put his arms around them. “You’re family now! You hear that?! Family!” he exclaimed as he hugged them. He leapt back up, grabbing Sharon in a big hug and spinning her around. Telling her how much he loved her and how much he thanked her.

The two new clones looked at each other in total amazement. Their new master treated clones as equals it seemed. Their last master had told them that clones like them didn’t deserve human contact. Didn’t deserve kindness and interaction! But this new master seemed to allow her clones free will! Nervously, Blue reached his hand over and curled his fingers around Silver’s. Just for the briefest of seconds. Then the touch was gone before anyone else could notice. But the emotion had passed between them. The emotion of hope…

Jag and Jester held out their hands to the new clones. “We’ll take you to Speed to repair your damage tomorrow. But we’ll show you around now,” Jag stated in a flat tone as Silver curled his fingers around his. He noticed the silver-helmed flyer trembled slightly as their fingers touched. As if he couldn’t believe that they could openly touch. Jag glanced at Scream, logging this in to ask his partner about at a later time. After all, if anyone would understand the new clones, it would be his quirky partner.

Jester snickered as he patted Blue on his shoulder armor. “Well, looks like ‘ol TC’s gonna get to do what he likes to do the most!” He reached out and grabbed the blue-helmed flyer’s hand. Not noticing the brief flash of shock that passed over the clone’s face.

“And what would that be?” Blue asked him as he was dragged along. He had no idea what the blue Seeker would like to do, which was affected by his and Silver’s appearance. He just hoped it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Shop! You two need beds and stuff,” Jester explained as he followed Jag and Silver while he dragged along the new clone. Blue relaxed a bit. A slight smile crossed his worried features. He’d heard the term ‘shopping’ on the TV commercials, and the humans seemed to view it as fun. So perhaps for TC it was fun, and he’d appreciate the fact that he and Silver’s appearance caused him to engage in it.

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They lounged around the main den. Sharon smiling as TC handed her a cup of hot tea. As normal, he gave her a kiss before he went and joined his partner in a game of checkers. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed looks of surprise flow over the faces of the new clones at his show of affection to her…

Scream had also been studying the new clones, even as he played a game of chess with Jag. He easily spotted the emotion. His sharp meta catching the possible meaning. He’d studied human psychology quite extensively. Not only because Kim and Tyrone paid him very well to tutor them in their major, but because it seemed to help him understand himself. Helped him understand what he’d gone through during his life with Angie, and his subsequent recovery as he lived with Sharon. And since both Sharon and Jag had whispered to him to help them understand the two rather quiet and withdrawn new clones, he’d been watching them like a hawk.

He nodded to Jag, silently telling his partner to follow his lead. Glancing at Silver, he patted the floor next to him and nodded for the clone to join him. Jag doing exactly the same with Blue. Neither one of the partners even hesitating in their chess game, just acting as if it was a side thought to include the new clones.

Blue and Silver looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. But the woman was happily watching TV, and the other pair of clones were busy joking over their game of checkers. “Well, come on,” Silver whispered as he stood up. He was naturally a bit bolder than Blue. And if there was even a chance to be included in the activities, he was willing to at least try. Blue would sit there all day, pondering possibilities as he studied what was going on.

The two new clones silently slid up to the pair playing chess and sat down in the places that the other clones had motioned to. They sat quietly, happy to be included but not sure of what to do.

Scream glanced up at Jag, a grin on his face as he picked on him over the lack of strategy of his most recent move. At the same time, he slid his free hand onto Silver’s shoulder armor. Acting as if it was nothing out of the ordinary… He felt the clone try to shy away from his touch. But he slid his fingers around the other side of his thin-alloyed neck. Not allowing him to easily escape. He didn’t have to even glance over to know that Silver had an expression of a prey animal caught in a trap. He could feel the tension radiating throughout the clone’s chassis. He began to slightly rub with his fingers. Knowing it would cause pleasure sensations to rocket through the clone’s networks.

Jag nodded ever so slightly to Scream’s silent plan. He gave a rather lengthy recital as to why Scream was wrong in his strategic assessment of his positioning of his rook. At the same time he slid his free hand in a similar fashion onto Blue. He felt the clone’s linkages get incredibly tight with emotional tension, but unlike Silver, the blue-helmed flyer didn’t move a bearing. It was almost like he was paralyzed in fear. Knowing that Scream meant for him to start kneading his fingers, Jag did so. He then realized what Scream’s plan was. He was going to force them to relax – just like he had forced Jag to relax that first day.

The two new clones locked their optics in total terror. Both of them wanting to bolt out from under the other clones’ rubbing fingers before Sharon noticed. Their first master had used to lock them in a simple little room together for weeks on end with nothing to do. Both of them were programmed to seek pleasure, to seek stimulation. And since the Senator had never touched them besides to hit them, and had given them nothing to do. They had, of course, ended up turning to each other in desperation. True, it went against their core programming to do so. But they had no other alternative! And he had eventually walked in on them. Caught them in the act! He had beaten them mercilessly. And not satisfied that his punishment had been severe enough for their blasphemy, he had ordered Silver to open his ports. And then had proceeded to smash his codpiece mercilessly with a hammer.. This is what had caused the damage… This is what had caused Silver to run away….

And here they were. Right in front of their new owner, with clones stimulating their nets! Silver’s dental plates ground together as tears welled up in his optics. His fingers balling up into fists as he tried to control himself… But his new master was right there… His new master might see.. Finally, he couldn’t handle it any longer. He bolted away from Scream, whimpering his apologies as he found a corner and huddled in it.

Blue tried to bolt at the same time, but Jag was ready for him. He was swiftly thrown to the ground, a strong hand holding his nosecone - forcing him to stay there.

Sharon set down her drink, starting to stand up to go to the clone in the corner, but Scream stood and motioned for her to stay seated. The entire room went silent except for the TV. As everyone stopped what they were doing and watched Scream.

“Please Sharon, I’m … I’m sorry” Silver whimpered as he pressed his back tight to the wall and hid his head in his hands. He felt fingers caress his helm. But it was clone fingers. He tried to jerk back in fear, but there was no where to go! Scream knelt down on a knee in front of him and ran his fingers under his optics, swiping off his tears. “Please don’t… Master will get mad… Hurt me..” Silver whimpered as he cringed away from those gentle fingers.

“Sharon won’t ever hurt you. She won’t ever get mad at you. Don’t be afraid to feel pleasure,” Scream said softly. His optics were as warm as honey as he caressed the terrified clone’s helm. Faintly, he heard Jag saying similar things to the other new clone. He smiled, his partner was uptight about following protocols, but he had a heart of gold towards victims!

Sharon stood, coming up to Scream, she knelt next to him and curled her fingers around Silver’s. “Scream’s right. I don’t get mad. It’s ok to feel pleasure,” she sad with a warm smile.

She was touching him! Was actually touching him! His old master had always told them they were too lowly for humans to touch. But here she was – touching him! Talking to him! With a frightened whimper he hesitantly leaned towards her. His optics like those of a scared child wanting acceptance… He trembled as he felt two sets of arms go around him. Those of a human – and those of a clone! He began to cry… “You touch me? You allow him to touch me?” his muffled voice asked.

He felt her kiss the top of his helm. Electricity seemed to radiate from her lips all through his nets. For no human had cared to even kiss the top of his helm! “Yes, you can touch both humans and clones in our home. No one will get mad. Never…” her voice promised. In happiness, he dared to wrap his arms around them both. Dared to openly touch another! And she allowed it.

Blue tried to slither away from Jag. But he was trapped! He watched in fear for his fellow Aerialbot clone as their new owner got up and went over to him. Cringing, he waited for her to start yelling.. To start beating… But instead, she held Silver along with Scream. Rocking Silver like a baby.. Telling him he could touch…. Blue looked up at the stern features of the police clone who held him still. Saw a warm smile grace those features.. “It’s ok to touch here. Sharon would never get mad. It pleases her,” the police clone told him.

The blue-helmed flyer’s optics filled with tears. “She won’t beat us?” he asked. He wanted to make sure. He didn’t want to make her angry.

Jag moved his hands to the trembling clone’s shoulders, pulling him to him and wrapping his arms around him. Just like he did with Scream when he was troubled.. “No, in fact she’ll force you to accept another clone’s touch along with hers. That is the way it is here,” he explained.

So he was now in a home where he could openly seek pleasure from Silver? Happiness filled Blue as he dove into the police clone’s arms. He’d only ever known pleasure in Silver’s arms.. No other being had ever wanted him.. Ever cared for him.. As he realized how truly blessed he now was, he pulled away from Jag and stumbled towards Silver. Who was also standing up with a look of pure joy in his optics. The two met in the middle of the room, sobbing as they held each other.

“Well, looks like you’re safe TC. You won’t have to share!” Jester snickered as he went back to the checker board.

The two new clones separated, both of them looking at Jester in confusion. “What do you mean?” Blue asked.

TC blushed a bit and looked down. His brothers were forever picking on him over his slight possessiveness over Sharon, as well as his inability to have casual ‘fuck buddies’ like they did.

Jester grinned at the two new clones. “He’s stuck on Sharon, and doesn’t really like anyone else to ACTUALLY interface with her. But hey, oral sex don’t count though,” he said with a shrug.

A sofa pillow went sailing through the air, smacking the checker board as it hit Jester. Laughter filled the air. As well as compliments on her throwing aim – from Jag and Scream… The new clones looked on in total shock, as Sharon trotted over to Jester, grabbed the pillow and began to beat him without mercy. Though obviously it didn’t hurt, since both she and Jester were laughing as she hit him…

They felt an arm slide over each of their shoulders. Scream leaning on them. “Well, to be honest, Sharon might beat you every now and then. But she always uses a pillow,” he snickered.

“It’s more the point of it, than to ever make it hurt,” Jag noted. He smiled at the two flier clones. “But don’t worry, so far, it’s only been Jester and TC as her targets.”

Relaxing under the arm of their new protectors.. Their new mentors.. Who seemed to truly understand them. The two fliers looked on as Sharon began to torture Jester by tickling him. So the worst form of punishment they would receive was ‘pillow beatings’ and ‘merciless tickling’? They had truly found heaven… Heaven on Earth…

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**Just wondered.. Is anyone still reading this tale?...
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