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Chapter contributed by : Alchemist

Lead by Example Part 2: stSE (now Alchemist)
Part of the Market Commodity Recycled Sagas
Clone characters: Hot Shot - Torch, First Aid – Shaman, Prowl - Beau
Humans: Casey (new owner), June (adult daughter)
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Shaman clacked his dental plates together as he slowly came out of defragmentation. His entire chassis felt light and tingly. He smiled as his blue visor lit up. Life was already so good now! Torch was on his way to being whole again – and they had an owner whom truly valued them. He felt soft cushions under him as he stretched and allowed his new reality to come into focus. It was still dark outside, so he knew it must be pretty early in the morning.
He was laid out on the couch in the living room. Obviously, he had knocked himself out into deep defrag that second time he’d overloaded. Torch likely carried him up here to make him comfortable. He smiled as he felt pride wash over him from his repairs to Torch’s knee servos. They had most definitely done the trick if he’d been able to carry another clone up those steep stairs.
He glanced at the coffee table in front of him. A laptop was now sitting there, with a note on top and a credit card next to it. Swinging his legs off of the couch, he sat up and picked up the note. “Go ahead and order the parts you need to fix Torch. Use this credit card.” It said, along with including her full name and address. Shaman smiled, as no human had EVER trusted him with such an important task! He would make sure to find the best deal too! Since he now knew how important a good deal was to Casey.
Opening up the laptop, he began his internet search for the best deals on the parts he needed to make his best friend whole again. He became so engrossed with his task, he didn’t even notice when that very being wandered quietly into the living room. When Torch plopped himself down next to him, he actually startled him.
The HotSpot clone chuckled as Shaman sputtered a bit in surprise. With a friendly pop on his thigh plate with his fist, he leaned over to see what his friend was up to. “How long before the parts arrive?” he asked in a hopeful tone. He couldn’t WAIT to be back to 100%!
“Well, looks like the skin alloy and facial sensory grid are in stock, so about a week on those,” Shaman explained.
“And the more important replacement part to our owner?” Torch asked with a conniving wink. He got the response he expected as Shaman’s face plate heated up in a bit of embarrassment.
“Well, those seem to be out of stock right now. So maybe up to a month,” the First Aid clone cringed a tad as he met those now-intense red optics.
Torch chuckled again, leaning back, he stretched his limbs out, enjoying the fact that there was little pain now – except for his face plate. “Well, looks like you get to stay the only mech in the love triangle for a while.” He wrapped an arm around Shaman’s waist as he sat back up, “You’ll just have to develop some stamina – FAST!”
Shaman’s blush deepened yet further. His model was not known to be that casual when it came to discussing interface. They were known for being fairly private about it. “Yeah, well, um…”
“Practice makes perfect!” Torch exclaimed. With that, he was suddenly perched across Shaman’s lap – the laptop flung back on top of the coffee table.
“But… Casey!” the First Aid clone stammered. Their owner was no where in sight. Likely still asleep. Wouldn’t she get mad?
“Don’t worry about her. I satisfied her last night – after you knocked yourself out again.” Torch rolled his hips a bit, like a stripper lap dancer getting a client horny. “She told me to get MY satisfaction – once you’d come back on line.” He grinned at Shaman, his intention more than clear. “My assigned job, is to teach YOU how to be a good lover,” he purred with a chuckle.
“Um, well….” Shaman really didn’t know what to say. He knew his first performance had not been all that impressive, but it HAD been his FIRST time!
Torch took his lip components before he could argue further. Their engines revved as their passion swelled once more.
Suddenly, Torch’s head shot up, his chassis stiffened as his extremely sensitive audio receptors picked up on something that Shaman couldn’t even hear. “Fire!” he yelled as he leaped off of the couch.
Without even thinking to question, Shaman was up and at his side as they rushed out of the front door. This is what their original owner had ordered them for – emergency response. This was their core function and core programming. No thought of pausing to even make their current owner aware of the situation – crossed their metas. They were consumed by their base programming as they drove towards the house down the road with their sirens blaring. A house with flames already shooting out of one of the upstairs windows.
Their wailing sirens woke up the entire neighborhood. Men came out on their porches to see what was going on – just in time to see the two rescue ATVs transform and crash through the front door of the involved house. Several neighbors called 911, as other neighbors ran towards the house in their pajamas.
The First Aid clone was the first one to stagger back out the front door. And elderly woman slung over his shoulder. She was in a coughing fit as he rolled her to the ground at the feet of her neighbors. “How many occupants?!?!” he demanded to know.
*cough*cough* “Son….and …. Grandkids…..” *Cough*cough* “Five… kids….” The old woman stammered as neighbors threw blankets around her.
Not even noticing that his owner was now running up, Shaman turned and ran back into the burning house.
Torch staggered out next, two young children wailing as they clung to his sides. Neighbors quickly extracted them and yelled to him that there were 3 more kids and a man still inside. Without a second thought, he turned and ran back inside. Almost running into a man carrying a small child whom was staggering out. “Please! The other two are upstairs!” the man screamed as the clone ran by him.
The house was a fully engulfed inferno by then. Sirens wailed in the distance as the firefighters approached. But everyone knew that the only chance those last two children had – was those two fearless clones whom were searching for them. Those two clones, whose armor was designed to protect them in such an inferno!
Finally, after what felt like hours, figures appeared at another 2^nd floor window. Just as the firetrucks arrived, those figures broke out the glass, and both leaped out. They rolled as they hit the yard. And when they finally uncurled, each one had the unconscious form of a toddler tucked protectively against their abdominal plating. Swiftly, human firefighters, pulled the babies from them and got oxygen masks over their faces.
The now suet covered and blackened clones stood up. Without a word, they fell in with the other firefighters. Manning the hoses and doing whatever was necessary. It was as if they had been a member of that volunteer fire hall for years.
The neighbors helped the victims. Surrounding them with blankets as they waited for paramedics and ambulances to arrive. Everyone wondered where those clones had come from – until Casey mentioned that she had just bought them the day before.
Even as she helped the other neighbors, Casey’s eyes filled with proud tears as she watched her two new clones fearlessly battle the inferno with the local volunteer fire department. In everyone’s minds – they were now neighborhood heroes!
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After several hours, and two more volunteer fire departments responding with all of their units, the blaze was finally out. Casey watched as her two now-black colored clones, helped to roll up all of the hoses. She now knew exactly what they needed!
Finding the Captains of the three volunteer fire departments, she accepted their thanks about using her clones. Then she offered their services up as volunteers. It was obvious to her that both of them needed a job like this. They NEEDED to be needed. And it wouldn’t matter at all to them – or her – that there was no pay involved…. The Captains all took her contact info, and told her they would contact her with the mandatory training dates that the clones would have to attend and pass – in order to be certified to be volunteers. But all three Captains were more than thrilled they would have clones that normally only the big urban fire departments could afford!
Finally, five HOURS after it began, their adventure was now over. Both filthy clones followed their owner through the now adoring crowd and past the local news cameras, heading home to clean up and rest. Their meta processors warmed with the knowledge that the entire family they had pulled out – was expected to make it.
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Shaman added more soap to the sponge and vigorously scrubbed Torch’s back plating. He’d almost forgotten just how hard it was to get suet off of armor.
“You both did such a wonderful job! I’m so proud of you!” Casey continued to praise as she sat on the toilet lid and watched the clean up. Only one clone fit into the shower at a time. So one would scrub the other as he rinsed off his other side. The black gunk was slowly dissolving off, but damn was it taking ALL the dishwashing detergent she owned!
The doorbell rang, so she left to answer it. It was a neighbor, asking if her hero clones needed anything. Casey mentioned dishwashing detergent. Within 5 minutes she had almost every bottle of it in the neighborhood.
Carrying 8 bottles of Dawn, she marked back into the bathroom. “Well, everyone in the neighborhood now LOVES you two!” she announced.
“Just doing what we were originally ordered to do,” Torch said as he finally rinsed off for the last time. His colors now bright again as he dried himself off. He nodded for Shaman to get in next. Grabbing a couple of bottles of Dawn, he filled the car wash sponge that Casey had so thoughtfully fetched for them and began to scrub the suet off of Shaman’s backside.
“Ah, so humble. Though you DO realize that you were originally ordered so that you could do jobs that automatically make you heroes to everyone else?” Casey chuckled. She wasn’t the least bit upset that they had ran out of the house without warning that morning.
The HotSpot clone glanced at her over his gleaming shoulder plating as he continued to scrub Shaman’s blackened armor. “Clone’s don’t think the same way humans do. It’s our job – we do it. Nothing heroic in that,” he explained.
Casey sighed in exacerbation, they would never see it the same way. But that was ok. “Well, the Captains are sending me the list of training dates that you two must attend in order to become certified volunteers. Do you two want to do that?”
An owner had never asked if they ‘wanted’ to do anything. Both clones paused in the cleanup and stared at her in disbelief. “You are asking us if we ‘want’ to work as fire fighters? You give US the CHOICE?” Torch asked in total disbelief.
“Well, It doesn’t matter to me if you two want an unpaid ‘job’. But I think YOU two might NEED a job,” she chuckled, “Besides looking after old retired me,” she added with a lewd wink.
Shaman and Torch met each other’s optics. It was like they were human! She was letting them make the decision if they wanted to ‘work’ or not.
“I, um, don’t want it to interfere with whatever you need me to do here,” Shaman stammered.
“Oh hell, I got everything done when I held down a full time job. It won’t be an issue,” she replied. “We’ll just work around your schedules. I just think it would be good for you two to have a job that you both seem to like. Learn to work with men whom are your fellow volunteers and not your owners. Make friends!”
They met each other’s optics again, then looked back at her. “I think I’d like to become a volunteer fire fighter,” Torch decided.
“Me too,” Shaman added. He looked quite hysterical as he said that, streams of black suet streaming down his face mask.
“I’ll call them back tomorrow then. I’m so proud of you boys!” Casey said. “After you’re all cleaned up, we need to go shopping for a bigger master bed too.” Standing up, she left the bathroom.
They turned back to each other. “We have jobs! Like humans do!” Shaman murmured in disbelief.
Torch grinned, “And a human lover too,” he added with a wink. “Just like real men.”
They both smiled in total happiness…..
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As they left the house, they were flagged down by a camera crew that was in front of the still smoldering house. When Casey rolled down the window, she was assaulted by questions from the reporter. Were these the hero clones? When did she get them? And on and on and on. As she answered the barrage of questions, one of the other camera men went around the vehicle to get footage of the clones inside. Clones who bashfully waved at him.
“So, can we schedule you and your clones to come to the station for an on-air live interview?” the field reporter asked.
“Well, I don’t know…” Casey looked like a deer in the headlights.
“You could really help other seniors keep their independence. Maybe give some unwanted clones a chance at a new home,” the reporter pressed. She knew ALL of the buttons to push, and soon had Casey and her clones scheduled for a live interview during the next morning’s news cast.
“Well, we’ve got to go shopping now,” Casey said announced as she put the SUV in gear and waved good bye at the news crew.
After they were out of sight, she glanced over at Torch, who was riding shot gun. “Are you sure about doing this interview?” she asked him.
He nodded, he was sure. The minute that the reporter had mentioned that it might help other unwanted clones find good homes – he knew they HAD to do it! “We have to help others like ourselves. Have to help other senior humans realize that clones CAN help them. Clones CAN fit into their lives!”
Casey nodded as she turned at the next intersection. “You’re right. I agree. Maybe we can open people’s minds to all of your possibilities.” She paused as she contemplated how the public might respond. “But there might be backlash. There’s always some assholes who like to leave death threats and stuff – because they disagree with other people’s choices.”
“Hmmmm,” Torch contemplated on this aspect of human fame that he was not familiar with. Her safety and security might be at risk if they did it. But the good that might come of it – surely outweighed the bad! Just then, he saw the sign for a pawn shop. And on the sign was the promise that they had security clones for sale. “Why not stop here and buy a security clone?” he asked her.
She looked at him in shock, though she did pull into the pawn shop’s parking lot. “I could barely afford you two!” she argued.
“When you were talking with June, you mentioned the big stock fund you had was doing well,” he replied. His intelligent optics glittering.
“Yeah, well, but – that’s to be HER inheritance!” she shot back.
“Will it not regrow in size – before you die?” he asked. His optics flashed brightly.
“Well, I, um…. Damn you!” she crossed her arms and sat back into her seat in a pouty huff.
“You’re the one who is afraid of potential stalking issues,” he reminded her. “And you won’t get a better deal than at a pawn shop or auction.” He gave her a big knowing wink.
“Hey, and when it all blows over, if June really likes the security clone, he can go live with her,” Shaman chimed in.
“Oh my GOD! You two are IMPOSSIBLE!” she threw her hands up in feigned exacerbation. “I don’t even have enough beds for YOU TWO! Where would this clone sleep?!?!”
“I could finish out the other side of the garage and turn it into a bedroom with room up to two queen beds. We don’t need bathrooms, so it’ll cost less than a grand to do,” Shaman was really getting into the idea of helping to give a home to other unwanted industrial clones. “The new clone can even help.”
“Industrial clones like us, are used to sleeping on cold concrete. The new clone will just be thrilled to sleep on one of the couches while a bedroom is being built to accommodate him.” His hidden smile was easily felt by all. Torch was sure he could talk her into buying at least one of the unwanted security clones that he knew were just within those doors.
She shifted in her seat so that she could level a glare at both of them. “What if this new clone wants my affection too? Hmmmmmm?” she knew that should get both of them right where it hurt. Possibly even stop this conversation in its tracks.
It did cause them to pause, but not for long. Both of them felt too much loyalty to other unwanted and unvalued clones – to let their natural possessiveness of her get in the way. “Then we can develop from a love triangle – to a love square,” Torch finally said in response. Shaman nodded his head in agreement.
“You two are absolutely impossible!” she snarled. Just then, her cell phone rang.
Reaching down, Torch picked it up and glanced at the caller I.D. before handing it to her. “Why don’t you ask June’s opinion?” he purred with a knowing smirk as he handed it to her. From their eavesdropping on yesterday’s conversation, he just KNEW the daughter would likely support the idea.
After about 30 minutes of discussion between mother and daughter, Torch’s gamble paid off. The daughter TOTALLY agreed with him. She just made her mother promise not to buy one, until she’d taken a pic, texted it to her, and gotten her ok on it. June actually seemed VERY excited that she would likely have her pick of clones to choose from when she visited, and would get to take one home with her.
Hanging up the phone, Casey gave Torch one final glare and wagged a finger in his face plate. “YOU are such a damned trouble maker,” she growled.
Instead of being worried, Torch retracted his mask and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. “and YOU will be one VERY satisfied woman – tonight!” he growled back with a confident grin.
Shaman just shook his head in wonderment, as his friend basically seemed to take command of their owner. Yes, he had wanted his leader back. He and the other clones had followed him without question back at the company. But he had never in a million years thought his clone commander – would be capable of leading a HUMAN OWNER! Yet here he was, getting HER to go along with HIS ideas! Not even just HER – he’d even gotten the unseen daughter to go along with it as well! He looked at Torch in total wonderment as the clone again took their owner’s lips in a passionate kiss.
They walked into the pawn shop together. Casey wanting Shaman to inspect the mechanical soundness of any prospective purchase, and Torch determined to pick out the best security clone for this job. The guys behind the counter didn’t pay them any attention at first, then suddenly one of them began to discuss something excitedly to the other. Before they could get to the back where all the clones appeared to be standing, the excited employee cornered them.
“You are the clones who saved that family?!? Aren’t you????” he asked them. “The family over on Hollow rd?”
Torch and Shaman nodded in synch as Casey replied, “Um, yes they are.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” he yelled as he began hugging them.
The other employee came over. “That was his Grandmother, uncle and cousins that they saved,” he explained. He offered his hand for her to shake. “You have our deepest gratitude for what your boys did!” Nodding around the store, he gave her a big smile. “Since his Uncle gave me my first loan to open this place a while back, anything you are interested in – is 75% off for YOU.”
Torch’s optics gleamed as he overheard. Extracting himself from the thankful man’s fifth hug, he grabbed Shaman’s hand and marched towards the statue still group of clones standing in the back.
“Oh no, you’ve just created a monster!” Casey muttered under her breath as she hurried to catch up. She already knew that he was likely adding up how many she could buy for the original price! She caught up to them right as they stopped in the middle of the clone display. Grabbing his arm, she forced him to turn to her “We are NOT going to do what I KNOW you’re planning on doing!”
He cocked his head and lifted an optic brow in amusement. “The store owner just told you that it was a four for the price of one sale for us. So we can purchase four of them.”
She sputtered in defiance, even as she felt a dozen pairs of hopeful optics from the silently watching clones fall upon her. “We don’t have ROOM for four?!?!” she argued back.
“Shaman said that the room we will build can accommodate two queen beds. That means that it can provide defragging quarters for four clones,” he grinned behind his face mask as he scanned the silent clones around them. He could just about feel their excitement at the possibility of escaping this clone hell.
“But…. Shit….. you…. God damned….I am NOT a clone orphanage or something!” She proceeded to go into a cussing fit.
Shaman smiled at the now downcast silent observers. /Don’t worry, he always seems to get his way. Don’t ask me how. But he does./ he radioed to them. They obviously got his message as their optics brightened. Though the Prowl models had very confused expressions on their facades. Made sense since they were sticklers for rules – and Torch was violating many of them right now.
Boldly, Torch reached out and stroked her hair to calm her down. “Aren’t there a lot of seniors that can’t afford us? Perhaps you can rent them out as companions so these seniors can afford to have what you have – your independence.” He stroked the side of her cheek as well. He’d already figured out that she was the type of woman who liked to bring in some income – even though she was officially retired.
“You really think that would work? What if they don’t want to do that?” she both questioned and challenged his idea.
Scanning the silent clones, Torch’s hidden grin grew. “Raise your hand if you would like a home, where you will spend part of every day or night being rented out as a companion to an elderly human who will value you?” When every clone raised a hand, his grin widened in triumph. “There’s your answer Casey. Every single one of these clones would jump at the chance to live with us and work for others.”
The Pawn shop owner had come up behind them. Hearing the Hot Spot clone’s business idea, he began to nod. “Yes, there is a big untapped market out there for a service like that! I have customers that come in here all the time, asking if I’d rent them out.” He glanced at Shaman and Torch, his smile widening as he realized that there might be a BIG business opportunity for them both – and he could unload this entire group of industrial clones at the same time. It would also be some AMAZING publicity – since he’d already seen the local news announcing a big interview with them happening in the morning. It might be a win-win for all concerned. “Tell ya what. My brother owns a carport and shed company, I could make a couple calls and get you a four car, enclosed garage delivered and set up by the end of the week. He’d just want his business sign displayed in your front yard as payment.”
He walking through them and motioned for his silent clones to stand at attention. “As you’ve probably already noticed, these are all industrial models, so none have that pesky pleasure programming that most seniors do not like. The security clones are all Autobot models, so they are very in tune with human needs and emotions – and would be more than happy to learn how to do most domestic tasks.” He moved over to the industrial construction clone section and set a hand on a Hook clone’s shoulder plates. “This group are all clones that are good with any type of home maintenance that anyone might need. Home, garden, even car repair – they can do it all. I have lots of senior men that come in here – asking if they could rent one of these clones to help them with their boat and such.”
The last group was the search and rescue bots he had just picked up at the auction yesterday, the very auction Casey had attended. “And finally, we just got these clones in. From the same auction you bought your boys at. So I don’t even need to tell you how valuable they could be to rent out to seniors with minor health problems.”
He turned to Casey, his eyes catching that glint in the red optics of her Hot Spot clone. He’d already figured out that it was that particular clone who seemed to be the brains behind this little idea. So if he could convince HIM, then the owner would come around. “We could go into business together. You maintain them, I’ll rent them out through my business, and we’ll cut the profits 50:50.”
Casey glanced at Torch, just KNOWING that he was totally for this idea. “Let me call my adult daughter June. If you talk her into it – then we might have a deal.” She narrowed her eyes at Torch as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed. He might be able to work HER with his charms – but he couldn’t work those charms on June!
Two hours later, they walked out of the pawn shop, followed by 16 new and very excited clones. Casey rolled her eyes as she got into the SUV. Shaman climbing in the other front seat. A couple of flyer clones climbed into the back seats. In the rearview mirror, she watched as Torch transformed, with every clone transforming and falling in behind him. “How did I get talked into this?” she asked Shaman
He gave her a meek smile and shook his head, “I’m still not sure how,” he admitted. “Torch can really talk you into anything.”
She rolled her eyes as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. “He sure does have a slick glossa. You sure he’s not a Blue Streak model in disguise?”
“Nope, but you now have two of those clones,” he replied. He noticed his former colleagues – now his brother clones – in the back seats of the SUV – nodding in agreement.
She groaned, “How in the hell am I going to manage all of you guys?!?” It was like a fucking clone parade following along behind her SUV.
“Don’t worry, Torch will do all of the personnel management for you,” Shaman promised.
“He’s real good at that!” the Blade clone chimed in from the back. The other flyers whom had once worked at the same company nodded in agreement.
Casey just shook her head in amazement as she drove home. Her retirement was definitely NOT going to be a peaceful one anymore!
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Casey stepped over another prone and sleeping clone. It was like she had had a HUGE party – and not a single guest had gone home! True, each one at least had a blanket – but the floor in every carpeted room in her house was now covered in sleeping clones! They were EVERYWHERE!
“We’ll all be ok,” a polite voice said from behind her.
Turning around, and careful not to step on one, she met the big blue optics of one of the Prowl clones. She could tell from his former company decals that this was the one she had named ‘Beau’ – simply because of the beautiful shape of his optics. She was pretty certain that June would pick one of the Prowl models to take home. They were very cute! “I still can’t believe this!” she said with a sweeping motion of her hand.
“It’s a good idea though. We all get a good home and jobs being helpful.” Beau gave her what for his model, was a fairly big smile. “Arnold and Torch are correct that it is indeed a win-win for all whom are involved.”
She walked over to him and slowly sat down – with his assistance. Old joints did NOT like sitting down on the floor! “How does he work me so easily Beau? I’m serious! Just yesterday he was so depressed and forlorn – that I think he’d truly have put your gun to his head and begged to be put out of his misery. Now today, he’s suckered me into buying like an entire platoon or something for him to command!”
Beau patted her leg in a comforting fashion. “That’s how his model and Prime models just are. Once they have a future to look forwards to – they drive forwards in overdrive and carry the rest of us along for the ride.” He smiled over at her as she curled her fingers with his. He had no pleasure programming, so just enjoyed it as a platonic friend would. “Those two models always seem to have a vision, and a way of getting others to see the same vision. It’s just rare for one to get a human so caught up in the vision – so quickly.”
“So there’s something extraordinary about Torch then?” she asked.
The Prowl clone nodded. “We all knew it the second he walked up to us. He is not an ordinary clone. He will do extraordinary things….” He paused for effect as he met her eyes “That is, with you or June, supporting him.” He’d already overheard Torch discussing this daughter of hers. Knew that one of them, likely one of HIS model, would end up being her chosen one.
“So like you, I’m kind’ve along for the ride,” she summarized.
“In a sense, you’re both along for the ride – and at the very helm of this ship,” Beau corrected. “Without YOU and your emotional support – Torch will totally collapse into himself once more. You are his rock. We ALL see that between the two of you.”
They sat quietly together for a while, the woman contemplating everything the quiet but observant clone had said. He was right in every regard. “Beau, you’re going to make so many seniors so happy while you play chess with them,” she said as he helped her back to her feet.
“As long as I’m home to ensure that you are safe each evening,” he replied with a polite nod. He looked forwards to playing chess with many lonely older humans. Seemed a very logical way to keep the mind sharp!
She patted his helm as she carefully made her way to the master bedroom. Each of these clones had proven to be a true individual! Some, like Beau, were so insightful and intelligent, others like the two Bluestreak clones – were already driving her crazy! Getting to the door, she slid in and quietly closed it.
“Finally done tucking in all your new sons?” a cheerful voice asked.
Jumping in surprise, she whirled around. “Don’t DO that to me!” she snarled.
The Hot Spot clone merely cocked his head in amusement. “Or what?” he purred
The First Aid clone laying on the other side of the bed just smiled and rolled his optics.
“Or WHAT?!?” She challenged. Nodding to Shaman she ordered “Get him and hold him down!”
Torch snorted, like the pacifist clone would actually DO that. To his surprise, Shaman DID jump on him and grab his arm servos. “What the hell? Aren’t you supposed to be a pacifist?!?”
“Oh, I doubt she’s gonna hurt you,” Shaman replied as he thwarted Torch’s attempts to extract his arms.
Sure enough, Casey trotted over and began to tickle him mercilessly. She shrieked in laughter as he gyrated and twitched in a vain attempt to escape the torture. “This is what you get!” she growled in between hysterical snickers.
Eventually, the input was just too much for Torch to handle anymore. He collapsed in overload. Shaman looking down at him in amusement. “Didn’t realize that tickling could cause overload,” he said as he rolled off of the unconscious clone.
“We’ll have to remember that – when he deserves it again.” Casey snickered. “Now, hold him still” She trotted to the door and stuck her head out and whispered to one of the clones whom was bedded down in the hallway.
Shaman cocked his head in curiosity, as Beau trotted in. Two pairs of handcuffs in his hands. He nodded for the medic to move, and in the blink of an optic, had his clone commander fully secured to the heavy headboard of the king sized bed.
Casey nodded for him to leave them. “Thank you Beau. I’d invite you to join us…. But…”
“It would be too strange for you and your daughter to sleep with the same clone. Very understandable,” he accepted her thankful peck on his cheek as he slid outside.
“So I guess all the Prowl clone models have heard the rumor that you are betting June will find them the most irresistible?” the First Aid clone stated with a big grin behind his mask.
“I’m sure our favorite trouble maker made sure to spread that comment all around the ranks,” Casey chuckled as she nodded towards the unconscious clone.
“He’s not really a trouble maker, just knows how to get everyone to see things HIS way,” Shaman explained. He’d watched the Hot Spot clone use that tactic with great effectiveness over the years.
“Yeah. Because of HIM, I doubt I could get ANY of the security detail to even consider sleeping with me – even if I ordered them to!” she snorted. Going to her closet, she began to dig through it for something.
“You’d want to sleep with all of them?” Shaman asked with innocent amazement.
“No! But just the fact that he’s made sure that I CAN’T – is the issue!” with a triumphant snort, she found the items that she was looking for.
The medic’s optics went BIG in total disbelief. In her hands, and still in an unopened box, was a strap on dildo. She didn’t strike him as the type to buy one of those – much less actually USE it!
“I didn’t buy this damned thing. June sent it as a joke to me for my birthday,” Casey explained. She winked at him as she began to undress, “But I can’t think of a clone who deserves a little too much attention – than our buddy here! Can you?”
Shaman looked from her to the still unconscious Torch and back. He was getting the idea of what she was planning. Didn’t really think Torch would mind that much either. “You know, he’s going to make an awful racket – just so the others will know EXACTLY what we’re up to.”
“Hmmmm,” she thought about it as she pulled her pants off. Reaching into her closet, she grabbed a rolled up sock and a scarf. “He won’t choke if you cram this into his mouth and secure it – will he?”
“No, our primary intakes are elsewhere.” Shaman caught the items as she tossed them to him. Obviously, that’s how she wanted Torch silenced. With a shrug, he went ahead and put the ‘muffler’ on the clone. “Should I go ahead and roll him onto his side plating? Or how do you want to do this?”
“Yeah, sounds good. However you think is the best position for a long session,” she replied with a wink.
Pushing his friend onto his side, Shaman decided to go ahead and gently force open his port covers. “Do you have any lubricant? He won’t release any while he’s out,” he caught the bottle as she tossed it to him. “Sorry bud, but you basically asked for this,” he whispered as he coated his digits with the lube and pressed them into the exposed ports to ready them. They felt so nice warm and tight, his cable pressed against his latched codpiece in response.
June moved to the other side of the bed and slowly slid on. She looked quite comical with the oversized fake appendage sticking out from her crotch. She held out her hand for the lube, kissing him as their hands touched. Shaman’s engines roared at the touch of her soft lips. Leaning over Torch’s still form, he circled an arm around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Even as she was kissed, Casey coated her new cock with lube and positioned it behind Torch for the best penetration. As Shaman released her lips, she breathed in deep “you ready?” she asked.
Pulling up Torch’s leg, Shaman commanded his cable to activate and pressurize. He used the same dimensions as the day before. Settling into position, he slowly slid into Torch’s forward port and positioned his friend’s leg unit to rest on his own hip plating. “Be slow as you enter. That port isn’t stretched yet,” he advised Casey.
“So you’re now telling ME how to do this?” she joked as she followed his advice.
He blushed, “Well, um, just from a medical standpoint, we, um, don’t want to tear the port.” He shivered as his own cable screamed for him to move, to pump, to do anything but just sit still in the wonderful port. Propping himself up on one arm, he leaned over Torch’s side to lay some kisses on her arm and neck.
She propped herself up to. They met over Torch, teasing each other as both of their ‘cables’ lay still inside him.
He came online with a start. His instant reaction was to bring down his arms. Stop whomever was filling his inactivated, yet strangely lubed, ports. But his hands were locked to something above his helm. He started to demand to know what was going on, only to find his mouth full of cotton socks. His optics darted around in shock, as he swiftly came to the realization that he was sandwiched between Shaman and – CASEY?!?! He strained to look behind him, and sure enough, it was her that Shaman was making out with over his chassis. But HOW did she have a cable?!?!
“He’s online,” Shaman advised Casey. He paused with his play and met his friend’s confused optics. “Well bud, you pushed too many of her buttons today. She said that you have to suffer the consequences.” Torch’s optics got bright as he understood what these ‘consequences’ entailed.
“You stay still, let ME rock his world at first,” Casey purred. She gave Torch a few bucks from behind, the large dildo rocking in and out of him. Waiting until he started bucking back against her, she reached down and flicked a switch. That’s when both mechs realized that it was a vibrator! Torch arched against her, his entire chassis shuddering in pure blissful surprise. His muted scream of pleasure barely muffled by the socks.
“Damn! I… mmmmmmm…. Wish……ohhhhhhh…. You ……hmmmmmmm….had…..warned….mmmmmmm….. me!” Shaman moaned as his cable was assaulted by the delicious sensations.
“Pull out before you get too close,” she advised him. And with that, she began long strokes into the moaning and writhing clone trapped in between them.
Shaman held Torch’s leg tightly against his hip, as the clone bucked violently between them. His own meta barely holding control. Casey was so full of surprises! He thought as he pulled out and struggled to bring his core temperature back down. He began to nip Torch’s neck servos as he continued to almost spasm in complete loss of control. “He’s almost there,” he informed Casey as he noticed Torch’s systems reaching critical.
With a final few thrusts, she pushed the Hot Spot clone right over the edge again. Sweating and breathing hard, she chuckled as she collapsed to the bed. The vibrator still within Torch. “Go ahead, you’re up,” she snickered.
“Would you turn it down a few notches?” he asked as he slid back in. The tingling from the vibrator ripping relentlessly along his cable. He’d be out quickly if she kept it going that strong!
“Ok, how’s that?” She turned it halfway down.
“Yeah, I think I can hold up for a while like this,” he began a slow and steady pace.
“Try for at least 45 minutes this time,” she chuckled with a conniving wink.
“Mmmmmmm, so good,” He met her lips again. “I’ll try for an hour.”
“That works,” she snickered and gave him another kiss. “I’ll bang him hard everytime he comes to.”
“You’re mean,” he replied with a soft chuckle, his visor gleaming in mirth. His entire chassis was now tingling lightly with pleasure signals. “But this is heaven….” He purred. He took her lips again.
For the next hour, every time Torch came to, Casey would get him to shut down within a few minutes. The experienced clone knew how to handle it as a mech – but the older woman knew how to enjoy multiple orgasms as a woman. He had no chance against her. Finally, she was all tuckered out. “You want me to leave it on and in?” she asked Shaman as she began to unstrap the strap on.
“Here, let me try something,” grabbing the leather belts, he swiftly secured them around Torch’s hips. “Now it isn’t going anywhere.” He smiled as she took his lips again. “Do you need me to finish YOU off first?” he offered.
“Oh no, I’m still fine after last night. Tonight it’s all about Mr Manipulation getting it good,” she snickered as she patted the rebooting Hot Spot clone. “It’s your turn my love,” she added with another kiss.
His blue visor flashed at her word of love. Little did either realize, that she’d just fired a tiny living spark within him. He rammed Torch mercilessly as he felt him reactivate. Giving in to his primal desire, he slammed their hip plates together in rapid succession. Sparks of energy seemed to fly over his networks as he neared full, intentional overload, but yet he continued the almost violent assault on Torch’s ready port. That clone going back over the edge – right before Shaman did.
Casey chuckled as she caressed the sides of both of her overloaded clones. Still naked, she strolled to the door and peaked out. Familiar blue optics glowed knowingly from the hallway. Without needing a word from her, Beau came in and began to release his unconscious commander from his many bonds. “Is June this – inventive?” he asked Casey with a slightly worried gleam in his beautiful blue orbs.
“Not yet,” she quipped with a rather lewd wink. “But give her time… Though a steady man in her life may change all that.”
A slight smile graced his features, he could possibly handle that challenge. “A good word in for me?” he asked as he pulled the strap on contraption off of Torch and awkwardly held it out to the naked woman.
“Actually, if she notices you, I’ll warn her to stay away from you,” Casey chuckled as she grabbed the sex toy from the somewhat uptight security clone.
He got a downcast expression at her words. “But haven’t I Proven myself?” he asked in a hesitant tone.
She came up to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh Beau, you just don’t understand young women. If their mother LOVES you – they’ll hate you. If the mother seems to HATE you – they’ll think you’re the best thing since cherry pie! And then rub it in their mother’s face all of the time!”
His optics brightened as he understood her tactics. “Ahhhhh, so when she’s here – you’ll make it seem like nothing I do is right? Like I’m bad news.”
“Exactly, my new friend!” she laughed as she gave him a peck on his cheek. He helped her climb in between her two clones and threw the blanket over the three of them. She blew a kiss to him as he turned out the lights.
With that, the security clone was gone…. His gleeful mood well hidden behind his model’s poker face.
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