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**Mentors 11**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Did you really mean what you said to the Senator?” TC asked as he and Jester figured out how to set up the new latte machine.

Sharon sat down on the stool to wait. There was no way the two clones were going to allow her to make her own. Even if it took them fifteen minutes to figure out the machine – they were determined that THEY and only THEY would make her coffee. “Which statement are you referring to?” she asked.

Jester glanced at her. “Well, the one about us being as alive as ‘Fido’ and deserving the same legal protection,” he replied. “Ouch!” he gasped as he pulled his finger back from the steam that TC had just caused the machine to shoot out.

“Sorry my bad,” TC muttered. He smacked the machine to get it to stop the steam thing, and then peered at the little spout thingy. “But, uh, ya – what Jester said. Did you mean it?” he asked.

With a sigh, Sharon set her chin on her hand. “Yes I did,” she said softly as she watched them.

“You REALLY DO?!?” TC’s head shot up and he stared at her with wide optics.

“But then why don’t you support those groups? Why don’t you tell the world that we’re alive?!?” Jester asked. His blue optics studied her intently.

“She does,” Jag said as he walked in. Going to the fridge, he stuck his head in it, trying to find some Dr. Peppers to give his new brothers. He stood up, his hands now full of bottles and nudged the fridge door shut with his aft. “Don’t you wonder why we’re not quite as rich as we should be – with all the stock she owns?”

“Uh, no,” TC admitted with a shrug. He wasn’t a financial wiz; he just liked spending the stuff.

“Why aren’t we?” Jester asked. He grinned as he pulled out the owner’s manual on the new latte machine and handed it to TC to read.

Jag smiled at Sharon, and then glanced at his brothers. “Because she’s been making rather large donations to those clone rights groups through another professor she knows.’

TC and Jester’s mouths dropped open in shock. But then Jester snapped his close and cocked his helm as curiosity filled his blue optics. “Why don’t you do so openly? The public LOVES you!” he challenged.

Sharon sighed and shook her head. “Because not even the mechs think you’re alive. And under human law, you have to undergo growth and reproduction in order to be ‘alive’. Unless the Cybertronians consider you alive under their law – no one thinks you are. And without some kind of scientific PROOF to back my beliefs up…”

“She’d be made a laughing stock. And her reputation as a researcher would be toast,” Jag finished for her. He nodded at the group and left the room with the beverages for his new brothers.

TC’s face plate became downcast. “So unless the Cybertronians declare us alive..”

“The most we can hope for is clone sympathizers to get you listed under the humane laws in each state,” Sharon finished for him. She stood up, hugging the now tearful clone. “But we’ll keep up the research TC. Someday we’ll come up with a reason for the mechs to declare you guys sentient… Someday..” she softly promised.

“Ah-ha!” Jester triumphantly exclaimed as he managed to make a latte – with minimal steamed milk coating his chest armor. He handed Sharon the drink and patted TC on his wing. “Don’t worry. We’ll just keep getting people to fall in love with us. Then those humane laws will be passed. And one day we’ll convince the Autobots to call us sentient!” He danced over to the fridge, grabbed a Dr. Pepper and took off into the den.

TC’s face brightened up as he looked down at Sharon. “So you really do think I’m alive?!?” he exclaimed.

“As alive as Optimus Prime is, my love,” she said and gave him a kiss.

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Silver cringed as he sat down on the couch. His bared ports had gotten dirt in them during his ‘capture’ and it sure was irritating. But he wasn’t going to complain! No, far from it! He was thrilled to have been caught and manhandled. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been rescued by his new master. So, grinding his dental plates together, he figured he’d just grin and bear it until he was taken to this ‘Speed’ guy tomorrow and repaired.

Scream however, noticed the slight grimace. Narrowing his optics, he began to concentrate. Sensing that these clones had weak energy adaptations, he narrowed in on Silver’s frequency. Quietly, he harmonized his own frequency with it. And read the clone’s emotions like an open book. His optics widened in dismay as he realized the clone was in pain. Nodding for Blue to take his spot at the chess game, he strolled over to Silver.

The Air Raid clone shivered slightly as the red Seeker sat down next to him. Their leg armor touched and a strange pulsing ‘heat’ seemed to radiate up through his nets from that point of contact. He knew this clone seemed to somehow be one of the leaders in this family group, and he did owe him his life for being the first one to demand that Sharon not return him to the Senator. He felt the Seeker put an arm around him. “Um, thanks a lot Scream, we owe you big time,” he said softly to him.

“Look at me,” Scream ordered so softly that no one else heard him.

Hesitantly, Silver met those ruby red orbs with his optics. He wanted his new ‘mentor brother’ to like him. Just as much as he wanted Sharon to like him! So he plastered a big smile on his face plate.

“Why haven’t you told us that you are in pain?” the red Seeker whispered.

“I’m… I’m not.. I’m fine..” Silver lied. He looked down at the floor as he did so. He didn’t want to admit that it hurt. It was just grime. He could deal with it until he saw the medic the next day.

“I read you like an open book. Do not lie to me,” Scream growled softly. He squeezed the clone who was now trembling. “It is no issue if we need to work on you tonight. It will not anger us,” he whispered softly. He used his other hand to stroke the clone’s cheek.

“It’s nothing, I can wait until we see Speed,” Silver whispered back, his optics still locked down on the floor in shame. He didn’t want to cause any extra work.

“It’s your ports isn’t it? Dirt has entered them since your protective hatches are stuck open,” Scream whispered. He forced Silver to meet his optics. Saw the truth in them.

Biting his lower lip, Silver nodded slightly. He didn’t know what could be done to clean them out, much less keep dirt from entering them again.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Scream ordered as he patted his nose cone. He wandered off, tapping Sharon to follow him as they left the room.

They were back in a couple of minutes. “Follow us,” Sharon ordered the new clone as she offered her hand. Grinding his dental plates together anxiously, Silver did as she ordered. Warmth filled him as he curled his fingers around friendly human fingers for the very first time.

“Where’r you all going?” TC asked as he looked up from his game of checkers with Jester.

Scream held up a roll of duct tape and grinned. “Have no fear TC. I won’t be reminding her of the serious lack of pussy eating talent that you suffer from,” he snickered.

Sharon reached back and rapped him lightly on his helm. “Shut up Scream. And TC, we’re just going to fix a little issue with Silver, so don’t worry honey.”

TC watched them leave, his meta working overtime. He really did trust Sharon, and knew that the worst Scream would do is just eat her out – which didn’t bother him. Heck, it just made her hornier for more to be honest! But he didn’t know Silver very well. He gnawed on his lip while he tried to decide on what to do. But then he got whacked with a pillow thrown by Jag. “Hey!”

Jag smirked at him. “Our buddy Blue says that Silver and he are stuck on each other, so quit acting so jealous. Sharon would include you if she were and you know it,” he stated. He glanced at Blue and nudged him with his foot.

“Yes, that’s right. Silver won’t go after anyone but me,” Blue softly agreed. It was what Jag wanted him to say, he understood that. Though it wasn’t exactly true - since it was simply that he and Silver had had no one else to touch for so long that they had kind’ve paired up. He didn’t know why TC would be worried, weren’t they all owned by the same master? Couldn’t she use them all if she so desired? He pondered this as he silently watched his silver brother leave with the pair. Then he turned his optics back to the game of strategy that Jag was teaching him to play. Perhaps later he’d inquire about this to Jag. The clone seemed very level headed…

Jester snickered as he nodded in support of Jag’s assessment. His optics danced with mirth as he continued to play checkers against TC. Now it’d be easier to win, since the emotional blue Seeker was distracted!

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Sharon wandered over to the bathroom cabinet. Opening it, she searched for one of the douches she made sure to keep handy. Granted, she’d never thought she was going to use one on a clone, but Scream thought it would work. “You sure about this Scream?” she asked as she grabbed the box and set it on the counter.

He shrugged. “Well it’s designed to clean vaginas out, and ports are designed like vaginas – so it should do the same.”

Sharon looked at the label, she didn’t think a clone needed ‘an acidic environment’ so she poured the contents of the douche down the drain. “Warm or cold water Scream?”

“Luke warm,” Scream said. He sat on the back corner of the empty hot-tub style bath tub and motioned for Silver to sit between his legs. The clone did so, trembling in anxiety as Scream wrapped his arms around him and leaned him back against him. His legs hung into the deep tub. “Spread your legs Silver,” Scream softly ordered.

“But.. But what’s going to happen?” Silver squeaked even as he did so. His locked open ports were now fully exposed. He stared at Sharon’s back as he watched her fill a bucket with luke warm water from the sink. That thing called a ‘douche’ looked kind’ve scary, and he wasn’t sure that he liked this idea.

“Women stick those things in their vaginas, spray the water, and as the water drains it cleans them out. Figure it’ll work the same on a port,” Scream explained. He rubbed the anxious clone’s abdominal armor, trying to keep him calm.

It made sense, but Silver was still afraid as Sharon stripped off her pants and stepped into the tub with the bucket and water-filled douche. The only human who had ever touched him, had only done so to hurt him. And now she was going to touch his most sensitive region! He scooted back tight against Scream, locking his legs together. He could wait until tomorrow!

“Spread your legs Silver. It feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt,” Sharon said as she set her ‘port cleaning materials’ on the other side of the tub.

Silver shook his head, his entire chassis now shaking in fear. He tried to shrink further back into Scream to get away from the woman.

Scream got a grin on his face and nodded for Sharon to be patient. Sliding his hands along the clone’s wing/fuselage seams he began to cause pleasure sensation to tear through Silver. He nibbled on the back of the sensitive nose cone, his fingers gliding along those battered wings. At the same time he began to harmonize his energy frequency with the scared clone. He felt the frightened pulse of it pounding against the armor of Silver’s back; slowly it slowed down and began to pulse in synch with his.

Unable to resist the stimulation that the clone’s hands and slight spark synching were causing, Silver shuddered. Within minutes he had thrown his head back and deactivated his optics. The warm pulsing seemed to cascade over him, softly telling him to trust the red clone. He wanted to sink into Scream, to feel his warmth surround him… Protect him…. He felt Scream’s hands slide over his thighs, caressing his codpiece. His interface nets automatically activated. His ports, though irritated, responding.. He moaned as he spread his legs. Those wonderful digits now teased the entrance of his frontal port, sliding in deeper and deeper…

Then a strange sensation hit him of wetness spraying within his port! Yelping in surprise, he activated his optics just as he tried to slam his legs together. But he couldn’t! Scream had thrown his legs over his, and locked them open. He couldn’t even move his arms, since the Seeker now held him in a bear hug from behind. Whimpering, he realized he was trapped. The unsettling sensation of the douche within his port drove his sensors nuts. But the human fingers now touching his entrance filled him with fear!

“Shhhhhh, Silver. It’ll be ok..” Sharon said in a soft tone as she slowly pulled the now empty douche out of him and refilled it. “I remember my first time. It does feel odd,” she added as she slowly inserted it in again and again. She thought about the sheer irony of it all. A childless woman now teaching both male and female things to clones – acting as sister, mother and lover! Life sure followed a strange path. A truly strange path…

By the fourth round, Silver had calmed down enough for Scream to loosen his grip. “I’m sorry ma-am. It’s just… It’s just…” tears rolled down his face. He didn’t want to admit that a human’s touch terrified him now.

“It’s just you are afraid to be touched by me,” Sharon stated with an understanding smile.

He looked down in shame and nodded.

She patted his leg as she refilled the douche yet again. “It’s ok. It took four humans and a clone to hold down Scream when we had to fix his ports when we rescued him. It just takes time to trust again.”

Silver tried to look behind him at the Seeker who held him still. The clone seemed so strong, so confident.. He couldn’t imagine that he’d been terrified like this. “Y – you were abused too?” he stammered. He shivered as Sharon slid the douche back into his forward port and sprayed the luke-warm water inside him. The water coming back out and draining into the tub…

“Yes, much worse than you guys though. Much, much worse… But TC and Sharon saved me. Brought my meta back. Taught me how to be happy,” Scream explained. His fingers curled around Silver’s and squeezed. “Now I help to teach you and Blue.” He felt the clone’s energy pulse still synching with his. It was getting easier every time. Easier to harmonize his energy with others – and affect them!

Silver tightened his fingers around Scream’s as he fully relaxed and leaned heavily against him. He felt sorry for Scream to have suffered worse than he and Blue. But in a sense, he was relieved. He had a strong clone to follow, who truly could understand him and wanted to teach him how to move past what had happened. He watched Sharon as she refilled that damned douche thing again. A woman that also would understand him, his master… “Thank you,” he whispered, “Thank you.”

Sharon smiled as she saw him finally, completely relax and trust. “Don’t thank me just yet; I haven’t even started on your aft port yet. You ready?” she asked.

Scream moved his legs from over Silver’s. “Might be easier for her to access that one if you put your legs over mine,” he offered.

Silver tensed slightly, for that would make him even more vulnerable. But his front port didn’t hurt anymore. The grit was all flushed out now. So, forcing himself to trust her, he looped his legs over the top of Scream’s. “Ya, I’m ready,” he said as he felt Scream’s arms wrap around his waist, keeping him from sliding.

Sharon positioned the plastic tip of the douche at the entrance of his aft port. Slowly and carefully she slid it in all the way. “Ok Silver, here comes that strange sensation,” she cautioned as she squeezed the bottle.

The gray clone shivered as his aft port sensors went nuts. His energy pulsed a little faster. He felt Scream rubbing his fingers just a bit, sending pleasure sensations rippling through him. He couldn’t help it, he moaned softly.

Cocking her head, Sharon gave the clone a curious look. She’d heard of some weird things that turned the clones on – but douching? You gotta be kidding! Pulling the now empty douche out of him, she went to refill it.

“Hey Sharon, I think Miky likes it,” Scream snickered as he patted Silver’s belly armor.

“Scream, you are such a whore dyke,” Sharon replied with a chuckle. She set her other hand on the front of Silver’s codpiece as she inserted the tip back into his port.

With a human’s hand over his bonding cable panel and the sensation of the douche in his aft, Silver couldn’t help it. His interface nets activated and he began to heat up. A familiar hum began to emanate from his chassis as he moaned again. His nets becoming overwhelmed with want.

“Told you,” Scream smirked as he looked over Silver’s shoulder at her. “Get a clone to relax and then start messing with his interface ports – well, what do you expect to happen?”

Sharon sighed as she refilled, re-inserted and continued cleaning the poor clone’s aft port. “I think it’d be taking advantage of him,” she snorted.

“I think you’re afraid of what TC would feel,” Scream shot back. He kissed the side of the moaning clone’s helm, enjoying the trembles of the air frame against his. “Would YOU think we were taking advantage of you – if we let you have a nice overload?” he asked Silver.

Silver felt hot. His intake vents opened as he gasped for cooling air. His bonding cable throbbed with need. Pressing against the confines of his armor like an animal trying to break free from a cage… He wanted so badly to overload without fear.. Without fear that his master would catch him and beat him.. But TC might get mad.. He didn’t want to anger his new brother! “I want to… But TC..” he gasped. His whole chassis shuddered again as she slid that plastic inside him for the last time. The water hitting the walls of his port… Cleaning… Caressing…

“He’s got a point. You did tell TC that we weren’t doing anything,” Sharon agreed. Getting a towel, she began to wipe Silver dry, preparing him for the duct tape protection over his exposed ports. She patted him as she did so. “Plus, we don’t know if he and Blue were sexually abused Scream. It might be too much too soon.”

Silver was intaking air in big gulps as he calmed down his systems a bit. “No ma-am. Senator wouldn’t touch us. He told us we were too pitiful for humans to touch. And… and when he caught Blue and me, he… he…” His voice broke as tears filled his optics.

Sharon stood up in the deep hot tub and surrounded him with her arms. “Shhhhhh, so I’m the first human who’s touched you?” she whispered softly. She felt him nod against her chest. Her eyes locked with Scream’s, the Seeker clone getting a bigger smirk as he continued to stroke the Aerialbot clone’s wings.

“See Sharon, these guys need to be taught that pleasure is ok. That’s all,” he said. His fuselage began that familiar hum again, as he anticipated ‘teaching’ his new charge – just how good a glossa could be.

“Scream, you are becoming addicted to eating pussy and ports, you know that?” Sharon chuckled as she held Silver against her.

“You let him? I mean – you really let him?” Silver stammered. But his own chassis began to hum, showing that he was more than interested in letting Scream ‘teach’ him. He pulled back slightly, so that he could look into her eyes.

She rubbed his helm gently. “Scream here, is an odd one Silver. He likes to give others pleasure while he self-interfaces.”

“Yep, and I’m damn good at it too!” Scream snickered in agreement. He clacked his dental plates together in eagerness.

“You don’t interface with others?” Silver asked as he turned around slightly and looked at his mentor clone.

Sharon patted his shoulder. “Scream was being honest when he told you that he was abused far worse than you two were. It fragmented his interface programs. He will interface occasionally with TC, and rarely with me – but no others. At least not right now,” she explained. She gave Scream a sad smile, hoping one day he’d truly get over it. “So we just understand his quirks – and accept them. That’s what a family does.”

“Yep, one of the main rules in this family, is that Sharon basically only interfaces with TC. He’s kind’ve jealous in that way. Doesn’t really like it for me to do that – which is fine by me! Heck, I’d rather eat her out than interface with her.” Scream shrugged with a grin as he caressed Silver’s nose cone. “But the rest of us can play as we like.” He leaned forward, his lips actually touching Silver’s audios. “I even have a bunch of lesbian fuck buddies. They like it when I hook them up with my brothers.”

“So we can ‘play’ with each other? And Sharon – as long as we don’t interface with her?” Silver asked with awe in his voice. He turned his head, his blue optics roving over the middle-aged woman’s body. His programming had always urged him to seek pleasure with humans, to seek their touch upon his chassis. And now he could! Well, within limits… His systems again began to heat up as he willingly allowed desire to flow through him. He leaned back against Scream, even as his fingers curled around Sharon’s – trying to pull her towards him.

“But this leads us back to the original issue. We told TC that we WEREN’T doing anything like that,” Sharon re-iterated as she glared at Scream. She extracted her hand from Silver’s.

“I told him we wouldn’t do anything with YOU. But Silver and me? Well, if he’s willing – you know I love to make them overload!” Scream snickered with a wink at Sharon. He sucked on the sensitive tip of Silver’s nose cone – eliciting a moan from the clone.

The woman sighed. Scream had such a fetish for making others climax with his mouth now… “Let him cool down a bit again, before he decides – ok?” she said.

Scream slid out from behind the gasping clone and nodded. But then a big smile crossed his face as he noticed the filth on Silver’s armor, which had streaked his own armor. “You know, he’s still waterproof even with his port panels open. Why don’t we take a bath Silver. This is more of a hot tub than a tub anyways. PLENTY of room!”

Sharon snorted as she eyed Scream. “If you’re doing that – then I’m going to get Blue. You can just wash BOTH of them while you’re at it.”

Scream grinned and licked his glossa over his gray lips. The more, the merrier – when it came to his fetish. But then he was smacked on his helm. “What?!” he exclaimed.

“Just to make sure that you DON’T take advantage of them – I’m sending Jag in with him.” Then she thought about it. The ‘bath tub’ in this new house of hers was actually a hot tub with sprayer jets. It could fit eight humans – or six clones and a human. “No, nix that one to. Since these clones are afraid I’ll get mad if they interface with each other – then I think EVERYONE needs a bath!” With that, she stomped out to fetch the rest of them.

“Um, did she say what I think she said?” Silver asked as he finally cooled down enough to think straight again.

Scream closed the drain and started the water, adding some soap to make some killer bubbles – and help dissolve the grime on Blue and Silver. Nodding to the gray clone, he picked up the douche and tossed it into the trash can by the toilet. His aim was dead-on! He grinned in satisfaction as he turned to his new brother. “Looks like you guys get to see an orgy,” he snickered as he offered his hand to the clone.

“An orgy? What’s that?” Silver asked. He sat down next to Scream as the Seeker had motioned for him to.

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“No, I like that movie instead!” Jester argued as TC changed the channel. The flat screen that was mounted on the wall next to the hot tub was the focus of their disagreement.

“Then take a vote on it,” Sharon told them. She sank down in the bubbles, her hands sliding along the thigh armor of the clones on either side of her. A smile crossed her lips as she felt them both tremble in a mixture of happiness and pleasure. They had all decided that at first, she would sit between the two new clones. To get them used to the fact that they were ‘good enough’ for a human to want to touch.. Once they relaxed, then the ‘fun’ would begin.

She felt a hand hesitantly snake around her waist. Heard the sharp intake of air as Blue felt her naked skin slid under his hand. He glanced across the hot tub at TC in worry. But TC was too engrossed in trying to watch the program that HE wanted to – to pay attention to what the rest of the hot tub occupants were doing. After all, there had been a very frank discussion of the ‘rules’ when it came to Sharon. So TC wasn’t worried now that the new clones would try to break them. Especially with the whole ‘family’ in the tub!

Sharon looked next to her, smiling up at the blue flyer. She slid her fingers across his armor, between his legs. At first, he tensed slightly, afraid that TC would get mad, but Sharon whispered to him to chill. That she was ‘allowed’ to touch her clones in any way she desired. She just didn’t interface with them all. Blue relaxed, leaning back as he enjoyed the sensation of a human hand exploring his chassis. Like it had meant to be… He rubbed his fingers along her back, not daring to go any further. This was enough.. This was heaven to him..

Silver on the other hand, was naturally the bolder of the two. As he felt Sharon’s hand slide along his armor, he boldly set his hand on her thigh. His optics locked on TC the entire time. Just like Blue, he longed for his human’s touch, but worried about ticking off TC. But electricity seemed to flow through his chassis where he was touching the naked skin of the woman sitting next to him. Desire coursed through him, filling his nets with want. His fingers inched forward, longing to feel her flesh port, even as he ground his dental plates together in anxiety.

“Shit Silver, don’t be such a wuss. We ARE allowed to play with her – just not interface with her,” Scream snickered. His optics were bright with excitement as he watched the new clones’ every action with the intensity of a hawk. “Do it like this,” he explained as he reached over to his partner sitting next to him and slid his hand between his legs. Rubbing his fingers teasingly against the Prowl clone’s codpiece…

Jag trembled, but then glanced at Sharon. It was still awkward for him to do this in private – did he HAVE to do it in a public setting like this? “Sharon, my rounds…”

Sharon giggled at her reserved clone. Standing up, she waded the short space between her and Jag. Leaning against him, she took his lips. Her tongue dancing with his glossa as her naked skin pressed into his armor. His interface nets automatically activated. His hands going around her, pulling her close…. He gasped as she pulled away, and he felt those familiar fingers slide into his now-opened ports. “Ah Jag, still so reserved. How do you stay this way as Scream’s partner?” she chuckled as she went back to her seat between the new clones.

Jag now couldn’t even think straight as pleasure took over. Scream pulled him on top of him, taking his lips as his fingers sunk into Jag’s ports. He trembled, running his hands over Scream’s sensitive wings, knowing just how much his partner loved that. He felt that strong pulsing beating against Scream’s chest armor, his own energy adaptation responding in turn. He caressed the armor over Scream’s core. His fingers drawn, just as his meta was drawn. It got stronger each time, this attraction. He didn’t understand it. But even as he trembled because of those wonderful digits sliding in-and-out of his aching ports – he sensed that he wanted more than just an overload from Scream. But he didn’t know what it was exactly that he now longed for.

Sharon smiled as she watched what she had started. She snuggled up against the two Aerialbot clones. “Jag’s just a little uptight. Once you get him to relax.. well..” she sank her fingers into Silver’s locked open ports as she said that. The clone shuddered as he threw his head back and moaned. She glanced at Blue, a mischievous grin now on her face. “Activate cable. Seven inches length, four-and-a-half circumference,” she ordered.

Blue glanced over at TC even as he obeyed her order. The blue Seeker was watching them intently, even as he began to play with his own partner. Blue could feel a warning in those red optics. A warning to never try to interface with Sharon.. To never try and get between TC and what he considered ‘his turf’. He nodded to the blue Seeker. Mouthing the words ‘I understand’ to him.. This seemed to satisfy TC, and he turned his full attention to the red ground clone who was now all over him.

Then a wonderful hand surrounded his pressurized cable. The clone being a virgin to a human’s touch, gasped as his systems went wild. She stroked him a few times. But then stood up, telling the pair, to sit side-by-side. She then straddled their legs that were touching, sitting down and resuming her finger play with their interface systems. But now, she went back and forth from deep kissing one-to-the-other as she allowed them to explore her body with their trembling hands. It didn’t take long before first one, then the other, went limp in overload. Their metas still in shock that a human found them ‘worthy’ enough to play with.

“Virgins just don’t last long enough, huh?” TC snickered. He had still kept his optics on what she’d been doing. And to say the least, he was happy that the new clones didn’t last long. And that mere foreplay was enough to make them overload. He opened his arms to her, Jester sliding to the side with a slag-eating grin on his face.

Sharon smiled at her mate. Sliding over, she turned and sat down on his ready cable with her back facing him. She trembled as his hands reached around her, caressing her breasts while he slowly began to thrust in-and-out of her eager pussy. She beckoned to Jester, smiling as he stood up in front of her, his cable pressurized and ready for her standard attentions.

Sharon’s little threesome was ignored by Scream and Jag. The black and white clone felt that attraction between his pulsing and Scream’s pulsing getting so strong now that he could barely resist now. “Scream…” he gasped as he bit down on the Seeker’s intake, pressing their chest armor tightly together. Their energy adaptations seemed to want to merge…

Scream grinned; he loved it when he felt the intensity of the energy attraction. His systems pulsed as one with Jag as he harmonized their frequencies. He could do this for hours on end. The pleasure sensation rocketing through his nets, driving his meta close to the brink of overload – but not going over. “Yes?” he murmured in reply as he wiggled his fingers within his partner’s ports.

“Mmmmmm,” Jag moaned, briefly forgetting what he wanted to ask Scream. But the pulsing was now even more attractive to him than the potential for overload under Scream’s fingers. “Can I touch your core?” he gasped.

The red Seeker stopped his fingers for a second. “Touch my core – why?” he asked in confusion. He was used to partners begging to touch his interface nets – not his power systems. And of course, with the exception of Sharon and TC, he didn’t allow them to touch his interface regions. But Jag wanted to touch his core? But then Scream realized that in some sick way, he had the urge to touch Jag’s as well. Well, they weren’t interfacing – so Scream thought he could handle it.

“I don’t know. I just have this urge to touch the pulsing – that’s all,” Jag told him. His fingers pressing almost painfully against Scream’s armor over his core…He felt a desperate need in his core to connect somehow…

Scream shrugged. Hell, if it felt good – and didn’t involve actually interfacing – why not try it? He stood up, nodding for Jag to follow him as he climbed out of the hot tub. Opening chest panels in water – wouldn’t be a good idea. They lay back down together on the floor of the expansive bathroom, Jag on top - straddling him.

“Let me touch yours too,” Scream murmured as he opened his own panel. The red glow of his energy adaptation radiated throughout the room.

Jag did the same, the bright blue glow of his energy adaptation filling the bathroom. As Scream’s fingers entered his chassis, his entered Scream’s. Incredible sensations roared through them as they caressed each other’s very soul. With a moan, Jag leaned forward, the pulsing within him so forcefully attracted to Scream’s now exposed core – that he couldn’t stop himself. With a clang that resonated through the room, their chests smashed together. Their wild sparks joining… Dancing…. Strengthening as they truly spark bonded… With a mutual scream of pure ecstasy, they both shuddered and then shut down.

Five beings stared over the edge of the tub at them. Two sets of blue optics just barely reactivated, blinked in disbelief. Jester and TC looked down at their opened chest panels, and then stared at each other in shock – could THEY do that too?!? In excitement over the new kind’ve ‘interfacing’ they bolted out of the tub and onto the floor next to the unconscious pair. The two excited clones sat facing each other, their legs intertwined. Interface systems totally forgotten as they opened their own access panels. TC’s red glow pulsed strongly, easily outshining Jester’s weak blue glow. Not even paying attention to the difference, they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their torsos tightly together.

A loud electrical hum filled the room. Then with a flash of released energy accompanied by a mutual “WOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!” The pair fell over in total shutdown.

Sharon stared down at her clones in disbelief, her mouth hanging open. She’d never seen anything like it! But then a light tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality. Turning her head, she met the confused optics of her two new clones.

“Ma-am, are we supposed to do that now?” Blue asked as he nodded to the four unconscious clones on the bathroom floor. There was nothing in his programs that told him about this new ‘chest interfacing’ technique – but maybe this is what this family did?

“No Blue. Frankly, we’ve never done it this way before. I’m… I’m going to have to look into it first – ok?” she stammered. Climbing out of the tub, the woman checked on her unconscious clones’ vitals, just to make sure they were going to be ok……

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