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(prototypes chapter 5)

**To Feel Human** By StSE, universe G1

**Time frame: approx six weeks after purchase and activation***

“How did you sleep?” she asked him. She leaned against the door frame, her long black hair cascading off her bare shoulders. Her thin, short nightgown hugging her body, made her look much younger. But her brown eyes were full of the calm wisdom that only came with age; they studied him as he slowly sat up and disconnected the recharge line.

“Um, fine,” he replied, His voice synthesizer just coming back online.

She took a sip of her coffee, the familiar aroma filling the room. A slight smile graced her lips. “You’re a horrible liar TC,” she accused. Clucking her tongue at him, she turned and walked down the hall towards the kitchen to refill her cup. “We’re going over to Daniel’s house today and borrowing one of his duallies. Then we’re going to the furniture store,” she said, her words wafting back down the hall to the clone.

He stretched his linkages and extended his wings, locking them back into place. It was hard defraggin’ and recharging with them fully retracted, but her guest bed was too narrow for him to fit if he left them fully extended. One night she had forced him to take her bed while she slept in this room, but he felt so guilty afterwards, he had completely refused from then on. He glanced at his wings. Since he spent all of his time in robot mode, he was beginning to consider them as wasted fiberglass. He didn’t need them! They just made things difficult for him!

Sighing in disgust as he caught his reflection in the mirror, TC frowned at his own reflection. Why couldn’t he have been built like that annoying Speed racer? That clone seemed to have blended in just perfectly over at Daniel’s house! But he didn’t have these slaggin’ wings getting in the way all the time. Snorting, he turned and headed towards the kitchen. He was tired of thinking about his fraggin’ useless wings!

Sharon wasn’t in the kitchen when he got there. But her empty cup was sitting there. TC’s sharp audios caught the sound of her in the master bathroom, from the sounds of it; she was brushing her hair out. “Do you want me to make you a café’ caramel?” he yelled to her. It was her favorite, and since she’d shown him how to make it, he’d eagerly done it every single morning.

“Yes please,” she yelled back. Then it sounded like she was opening drawers. Whether she was putting on her face as she called it, or picking out her clothes – TC couldn’t tell. Getting everything out that he needed, the blue clone began to make what she called her ‘liquid breakfast’. This time he managed not to steam the milk so much that it overflowed on the counter!

He beamed with pride as the woman came into the kitchen. For the first time, he’d managed to complete the task without causing himself a lot of extra cleanup work afterward. Setting the cup down in front of her, he turned to start putting the materials he’d been using away.

“You did a wonderful job TC,” Sharon complimented as she looked around the kitchen and noticed the lack of his typical mess. He was learning to do many tasks, and already beginning to perfect a few of them. She was thrilled at his development!

Pausing to glance at her warm smile, TC grinned back. “Um, thanks,” he replied. Happiness spread through him as that damned vision of the mean gray mech didn’t flash through his meta! All that work Sharon had been doing in carefully erasing his residual memories from the mech he’d been cloned from seemed to be working. He didn’t feel ‘bad’ that he was being complimented!

Finishing up, he sat down across from her and watched her as she enjoyed the liquid breakfast that he’d prepared for her. She grinned at him. “You know, it’s not considered that polite to stare at someone while they’re drinking, unless you’re talking to them,” she informed him with a chuckle.

He looked down, ashamed that he’d screwed up. But then she clucked her tongue at him, which always seemed to mean that he should look at her. As his optics lifted, she smiled. “If you need something to busy yourself, why don’t you braid my hair like I showed you how? I’m riding the bike today, so it’ll just get in the way,” she said as she took another sip.

Jogging through the house to her bathroom, he grabbed one of those fuzzy rubber band things she used when she braided her long hair. Turning, he was halfway back to her when he realized that he’d forgotten the hairbrush. So he had to turn back around and fetch it. Finally getting everything he needed, he marched back in the kitchen. She lifted her free hand so he could put the fuzzy thing around her wrist for safe keeping. “Um, French?” he asked. She’d shown him how to do several types of braids one night. The two of them giggling like girls at a sleepover while he practiced – well at least that’s how she had described the evening, TC just had to take her word on it. But he thought the French one looked the best, even though it was one of the hardest ones for him to do.

“Whichever one you want to do,” she chuckled. Picking up the remote, she turned on the small TV on the countertop and began to watch the morning news. More than enjoying the sensation of someone messing with her hair while she drank her coffee, made her feel so young..

TC grinned as he started brushing her hair to the sides so that he could do that French one. Sharon was giving him more and more choices to make with each passing day. It made him feel like he was learning fast… Learning to act and think like a human..

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He stood there on the porch, ready to wave goodbye. After all, most of the time he stayed home and worked on cleaning projects or sorting projects she gave him while she was off at work. And since she was pulling out that yellow Honda motorcycle of hers, he knew he wasn’t going with her.

“TC, transform and follow me!” she yelled up to him. Motioning with her hand for him to follow her, then she slapped the face mask down with her hand and revved the bike.

For a second, TC watched her head down the drive. His mouth opened in surprise. She wanted him to FLY?!? Before this, she’d always told him to retract his wings and get in the car – but now he was to FLY? Really FLY?!? But she was now at the road, and if he didn’t hurry up, he’d lose her! Jumping off the porch, he ran down the yard. Jumping up, he transformed and flamed his engines to life. Locking his radar on the disappearing motorcycle, he flew just one hundred feet off the ground and followed her. His scanners watchful for any high power lines or towers..

He passed over her, circling around several times as he continued to track her. “You’re doing good!” he heard her voice say over the cell phone link she had installed in his helm. Realizing that she must have one hooked up in her helmet, he grinned. “Thanks!” he responded back.

“So how’s it feel to be using those wings of yours?” her voice purred over the link. He could picture her warm smile as she asked. He laughed as he rolled over, the freedom so invigorating! Why he hadn’t felt like flying before – he had no idea! It was pure fun! “Free!” he laughed over their link.

“Well, from now on whenever it’s nice enough to ride the bike – you fly,” her voice told him. Since she had just turned on a road with little traffic on it, and no power lines nearby, TC lowered his altitude and his velocity. Since he was only two hundred pounds with a six foot wingspan, he could go as slow as forty five mph and still have enough lift to stay airborne. He settled in next to her on her right side, barely four feet off the ground. “This is fun!” he laughed to her as he wiggled his wings.

He heard her musical laughter over their link. Then her bike’s powerful engine roared as she opened the throttle wide open. She shot forward, TC matching her every move. They laughed together as he lifted his nose and shot straight up in the sky. Dancing in the light breeze like a falcon at play. But always tracking her every turn.. Never losing sight of her..

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“Spot me,” Daniel said as he lay back on the bench. He shifted his bent legs slightly in order to get just the right leverage for the bench press.

Speed moved to stand by his head, his hands just under the bar. Fingers barely touching the metal as Daniel lifted it with a grunt. “Is that too heavy?” he asked the man, for Daniel was sure making a ghastly face as he struggled to do five reps.

His arms began to shake as he struggled to push up the last round. Nodding for Speed to take it from him, he exclaimed ‘Wew!’ as he sat up and shook his arms out. “No pain, no gain – Speed!” he chuckled as he noticed the concerned look on the clone’s face.

That didn’t make sense to the logic-based clone. He scrunched his optic ridges together in confusion as he tried to make sense of it. This intense thought made him lock up his chassis, for he wasn’t very good at multi-tasking. He came out of it when he felt the end of Daniel’s sweat covered hand towel playfully hit him. “Ouch!” he quipped as he jumped.

“You locked up again,” Daniel chuckled with a grin, “You really need to work on not using your entire meta on a simple problem. Maybe Sharon should work on you some more?”

The yellow mech frowned; he didn’t like the woman and her laptop linking up to him. It felt like an invasion of his very core. Of who and what he was. “I said I’m fine!” he snorted.

“You said the very same thing when you kept denying that you were having all those memory echoes, and you are still too fuckin’ cocky to let her wipe those out of your damn meta,” Daniel teased as he aimed another towel strike at the stubborn clone.

Speed shrugged as he danced away from the next playful snap of the rag. “But you keep saying I’m perfect. So why do you want me to change?” he shot back.

Daniel stood up and came towards him, grabbing his shoulder with a strong hand and forcing him against his sweat covered chest. “You are the perfect racer, Speed,” he purred as he slipped a hand down his armored back.

The clone shuddered as his optics began to gleam, he liked it when his master touched him while he bragged on him. It was so erotic…

The blond man took his lips, kissing him passionately for a few minutes. Their hands running along each other’s physique.. Touching… Caressing… Teasing… Beginning to explore…. The sound of a motorcycle spinning in the driveway, its tire screeching against the concrete, and the smell of its burning rubber – interrupted them.

“What’s that?!?” Speed demanded to know. His optics were now bright with anger at the interruption as he stormed towards the glass door of the work out room.

“Sounds like Sharon,” Daniel chuckled. His sister always managed to appear at the most inopportune moments it seemed. Whether it was him and Sam, or him and Speed. She seemed to have a knack for it.

Speed snorted in disgust as his optics confirmed Daniel’s words. “Well at least she didn’t bring TC this time,” he huffed.

“You just don’t like each other, do you?” Daniel asked as he put his arm across the clone’s shoulders. “Why don’t you like each other?” he asked.

The yellow clone shrugged. “Think the original mechs must’ve hated each other. Residual emotions or something.. But regardless, TC’s just an annoying aft! He’s useless! Hell, he doesn’t even fly!” Speed growled.

At that very moment, a miniature jet fighter painted in blue zoomed over the mansion. Flipping over, he transformed in mid-air and dropped lightly to the ground. The agile clone landed perfectly centered on his thrusters.

Daniel patted the outraged and sputtering yellow clone consolingly on his shoulder. “Well guess you need to take back that last part. But he is a tad annoying sometimes. I’ll give you that,” he told him as he marched out the door to great the pair.

Still slightly perturbed that he was wrong on the last part, but still feeling somewhat victorious that Daniel had seemingly conceded to his opinion on the blue clone being ‘annoying’- Speed smirked and stomped outside after him. His silent glare was met by the glare from the Seeker. Neither one really liked the other one in the least; they were just forced to be civil to each other because of their masters.

“So, you’re finally letting your baby fly? And here I thought you were going to stay an over-protective hen for the rest of his life,” Daniel chuckled as he hugged his sister.

Speed snickered under his breath, his optics brightening as he smirked silently at the Seeker. That blue clone was shifting uncomfortably at Daniel’s teasing comments. He could tell it irked TC, which made it funnier than hell for him.

“Speaking of over-protective hens, have you let yours on the open road yet?” Sharon shot back with a grin.

At that comment, TC smirked back at Speed. Enjoying the fact that the yellow clone’s jaws clenched in silent anger, obviously Daniel hadn’t let him loose on actual roads yet. His barely concealed rage was priceless. The blue clone raised his wings slightly, jutting his chin out in pride. For he’d obviously ‘won’ this silent insult challenge!

“Perhaps I’ll let him follow us while we head to the furniture store?” Daniel purred. He and Sharon exchanged a knowing glance at they watched the silent dissing match going on between their clones. The two of them acted so much like human brothers sometimes; it was truly funny for the observing humans!

She grinned, “Well go take a quick shower and get dressed then. I’m going to borrow one of your 2-strokes and have some fun while I wait!” She turned her eyes to the yellow clone, knowing full well that he had become rather possessive of her brother the last few weeks – but also that he couldn’t resist a race. “You wanna race me?” she purred.

Speed was torn. Truly and utterly torn! He glanced from Daniel to Sharon – then back to Daniel. He didn’t want the man out of his sight, especially with the fraggin’ blue clone running around – but the woman had challenged him to a race. His engine began to rev.. His internal temperature skyrocketing at his indecision…Then he felt Daniel’s hand on his shoulder, “Go race her – just make sure you win,” the man’s voice said in his audio.

“I’ll beat your ass!” the yellow clone yelled as he transformed and peeled out with a cloud of burned rubber as he headed towards the track.

“Watch him, he plays dirty,” Daniel whispered with a wink to Sharon. They exchanged a knowing glance. Now that they had the clones separated from their chosen master – it was time to follow their agreed upon plan for the day.

Her nod barely perceptible, Sharon turned away from Daniel and TC. She snorted as she jogged towards the garage. “Just like you at twelve, hmmmm? Guess I’ll get you ATV out,” she yelled back.

Daniel and TC exchanged a glance. “Well, come with me then,” he ordered the clone as he motioned with his head towards the house. The man tossed the sweat rag over his bare shoulder as he turned and strolled back inside.

TC looked longingly at the opening garage, his audios picking up the sound of his human friend starting up an ATV. He really didn’t want to go with Daniel, but obviously the siblings wanted to split him and Speed from their masters for some reason. What it was, he had no clue. But a direct order from a human, was a direct order, so with a sigh of resignation, he obediently followed the man.

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TC stood there holding the man’s towel as Daniel showered. He scanned the large bathroom, comparing it with what he was used to back at Sharon’s house. Daniel’s home and everything in it were so much bigger, so much more opulent than Sharon’s – that there just wasn’t much comparison between the two. Sure, they had the same basic elements: commodes, sinks, showers, beds, refrigerators, - the list could go on and on. But many of the individual items were so different, that other than their basic design and purpose – one just wasn’t equal to the other.

He understood the basic difference between rich and middle class in human terms. Sharon had explained it simply as one person having more stuff than another, but other than that, she had just shrugged and smiled, saying they were all just humans with the same basic wants and needs.

Daniel turned off the shower and stepped out, nodding to TC as he grabbed the offered towel. “So, what’cha been learning to do over at sis’s house?” he asked as he dried himself off.

The blue clone scanned the man’s naked body with his optics. Silently noting the differences in basic structure and form between Daniel and Sharon, and there were many interesting differences that he would have to ask Sharon about later! “Filing, cleaning, sorting, washing, making coffee, braiding….” He began to list off.

Daniel grinned and stopped his recital with a finger lightly tapping the clone’s lips. “I meant the fun stuff,” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

TC cocked his head, confusion in his optics. This man always seemed to ask stuff in riddles, which was most confusing to the clone. It was one of the reasons he preferred Sharon. “Please be more specific?” he replied.

Putting his hand on his wing, Daniel let his towel fall to the floor. He smiled warmly as he traced TC’s cheek with his other hand. “Things like kissing, like pleasure, the fun part of living!” he said, his voice lowering in tone.

Not really liking the man’s familiar touch, but his programming forcing him to remain still and accept it, TC studied his hazel eyes. “She has taught me to do what she likes,” he stated flatly.

“Hmmmm, to do what SHE likes? What about what YOU like?” Daniel purred, his hands becoming more invasive as he stroked the clone’s sensitive wings.

TC trembled, his sensory nets reacting to the pleasurable sensations, even though his meta did not want to engage the man in that way. But he didn’t know what he should do! His programming was trying to force him to accept and give pleasure to humans when they approached him in this manner, but his meta only wanted to feel pleasure from Sharon! “Um, I, uh, like what, uh, Sharon likes,” he stammered, his core temperature beginning to rise as his internal struggle increased.

Daniel pulled him to him, pressing his chiseled naked body against his trembling air frame. His masculine smell assaulted the Seeker’s olfactory sensor. His hands roving over his blue armor, causing desire to course through TC in waves… Taking his lips in a forceful kiss, the man controlled his mouth.. His glossa… His very being…

TC shuddered helplessly against him. His meta still trying to deny.. Still trying to refuse the unwanted attention… He didn’t want this! But he did! His core programming forcing him to stand there… Forcing him to enjoy it!

Pulling away from him, Daniel gently ran his fingers along his trembling lips. His hard muscled body tight against him.. His rising cock telling the clone his interest in no uncertain terms.. “Tell me what YOU want TC. Tell me what you really want – not what your programming forces you to want. Not what your master tells you to want. But what YOU want,” he purred, his hazel eyes holding TC’s optics captive.

TC fought his programming.. His programming telling him to take the man now! Enjoy the pleasure of that hard shaft of flesh going into his virgin ports. But he didn’t want the man! He wanted the soft flesh of Sharon against him. “I…. I…” he stammered, his wings shaking with his indecision… with his internal struggle…

“Tell me the truth TC. The truth of what YOU want. I will not get angry,” Daniel purred as he stroked those trembling wings. He saw the struggle in the clone’s face. Knew then that his sister’s theory was most likely correct! The theory they were testing today. The theory that these clones were moving beyond their programming… He ground his hips against the trembling clone. His cock getting harder as he teased both himself and TC… Sharon had told him to make it hard for the clone to say no. To refuse him.. To deny his programming..

TC searched that handsome face. His entire sensory network screamed for him to say ‘yes’… To give into the incessant need for pleasure that had been programmed into his very core! But his meta screamed to deny! Deny the man’s advances. Scream his loyalty to Sharon. Daniel said he wouldn’t be angry. Told him to tell him what he really wanted! TC wanted Sharon! No matter what his chassis said. No matter the pleasure he longed for from every human that touched him. “I… I… want… Sharon,” he gasped even as he reached down, circled that throbbing cock with a shaking hand. Mineral oil tears flowed from his optics then as he couldn’t resist his base programming any longer. Roughly he took Daniel’s lips, his chassis shaking in denial even as he did so.. His entire chassis ached for his touch. His virgin port opened automatically, slick with lubricant.. Waiting for the man to use it.. Waiting for the man to fill it.. He sobbed as his chassis betrayed him.. Sobbed even as his hand guided that wonderful shaft to the entrance of his dripping port…

Gently, Daniel closed his fingers around his hand and pushed him away. With a soft expression, he wiped away the tears from his gray skin as he sobbed. Then he pulled him back against him, this time not in passion or want – but to comfort him. “Shhhh, TC. You’ve done so well. So, so well,” he whispered in his audio.

TC began to calm down at Daniel’s whispered words. “But… But I.. disobeyed you..” he stammered, even as he laid his helm on that strong shoulder. His chassis felt weak, his meta confused. The want still filled him, but somehow the man’s gentle denial to fill him, calmed him. Brought him to an emotional place that he’d never experienced...

Daniel rubbed his back armor. “I know, I know. We hoped you would,” he purred softly.

The blue clone pulled back slightly, looking into the man’s hazel eyes in shock. “You… You did?!” he stammered, trembling as Daniel rubbed the mineral oil tears from his face plate. His very touch still caused bolts of electricity to course through his nets. But the man, the man had listened to his gasped words. Heard his meta’s true want even though TCs chassis had sought to pleasure him!

He nodded with a warm smile. “Yes we did. Sharon thought you clones might be moving beyond your programming. This was a test to see if her hunch was right,” he told him.

“So Sharon wanted you to do this?! But why is it good for me to disobey?” TC asked, his optics searching Daniel’s face, with a look of desperation.. He wanted to understand why!

Daniel patted his intake. “Because it means you are no longer just a machine. It means that you are alive. You can truly think and decide for yourself!” he informed him. His hazel eyes full of happiness for the clone…

TC began to sob again. But this time it was a cry of pure joy. He was alive! Really alive like a human! He sank against the warmth of Daniel. Sank into the man’s comforting arms...

“By the way TC, a little secret,” Daniel whispered into his audio as he rubbed his back armor.

“What?” the clone asked. What more could the man tell him?! He was alive! Really alive!

“You know that ache that your body so desperately wants me to fill?” Daniel whispered.

TC tensed, was Daniel coming on to him again?!? Did he realize that his virgin port had never shut? Was still dripping in want as he held him close? But he’d refused to fill him, because TC’s meta only wanted Sharon.

Daniel gave him a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you tell Sharon about it? My sis was once a damn wild one with both men and women back in college,” he pulled back from TC, holding him at arm’s length as they locked eyes/optics. “I think she’s been denying that lust through all her marriages. Trying to deny that she likes women equally, but now…”

“I’m equipped to be both,” TC finished. His optics gleamed in happiness at the news that his friend wouldn’t be put off by his need to be filled – just like her.

The man slapped him on his intake, a big grin on his face. “Exactly!” he chuckled, “Tell me how it goes – afterward, ok?” he added with a wink as he went over and grabbed his boxers….
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Speed cackled in sheer glee as he tried to cut her off again. His small tires kicking up clods of dirt as he desperately tried to get in front of her. He had to win! Just had to!

Sharon just smirked as one of her front tires hit the clone’s yellow armor again. When Daniel had warned her that Speed was like he was at age twelve – she’d known exactly how to handle the little hyper car. That’s exactly why she’d gotten on the ATV instead of a cycle. Knowing full well that the clone would try and make her wreck! Would try anything to ensure that he would win! Yes, decades ago her brother was the same way. Until that fateful day that he’d almost killed her when he cut her off to win that race. Her helmet had cracked with the violence of hitting the concrete side wall. She’d lain in a coma for three days, spent six months in a wheel chair, few expecting her to ever walk again.

Yes, long ago Daniel was just like his yellow clone. But through his guilt, and the long time he spent nursing her back to health – he’d learned. He’d learned to race and try to win, without putting the other riders at such risk. He’d learned to take it in stride when he lost. He’d learned to finally have a sense of humor about luck and life.

Speed cut her off again, interrupting Sharon’s reminiscing about her youth. She merely laughed quietly at him, for she was going to let him win. Let him win and gloat. For that was all part of the plan today. Her front tire grazed his side again, scuffing the beautiful yellow finish with harsh black marks. They came over the last mound. Side by side they careened through the air. Landing with a bone jarring jolt, the yellow clone just barely getting the tip of his hood in front of her again as they crossed the finish line.

“Two-out-of-three! Two-out-of-three! I toasted your ass! Roasted it over the fire I did!” Speed racer yelled in glee as he spun circles around her.

Sharon lifted up her face mask. “Yep, you sure are a tough little car!” she said.

Speed racer transformed and puffed himself up in front of her. His red optics gleamed in triumph! It’d been a hard race for sure – but damnit he’d won! “I can’t wait to tell Daniel! He, he, I beat you hands down!” he snickered and turned as if he was going to run straight into Daniel’s shower in order to brag. A strong hand on his arm stopped him.

“Ya, but Daniel’s going to kick both our asses if he sees all that black on your hide!” Sharon chuckled to him as he turned and met her eyes.

He looked down at his chassis and sure enough, he had black scuffs all over him. “Shit!” he muttered under his breath. Although Daniel liked to see him win, he liked to see him shiny and beautiful when he did it. What the hell was he going to do?!?

Sharon pulled him towards her a bit, forcing his optics back to her eyes. “Tell ya what, since you’ve given me the hardest race I’ve run in twenty years – I’d be proud to buff all those scuffs off of you,” she purred.

Speed grinned and nodded, for he did love it when someone bragged on him like that. It’d be great to have the loser buff him. “Meet you in the garage!” he snickered as he transformed and zoomed by her.

Sitting back down on the ATV, Sharon gunned it as she laughed. God these male egos were so fucking easy to stroke! Clone and human alike!

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“Hurry up!” Speed griped. He sat there on top of the work bench holding out a towel and a can of wax.

Sharon took her time taking off her helmet and protective gear. Underneath it all, she just had on a halter top and jogging shorts. “Geeze, chill out. I asked Daniel to make me some of his home made pizza when he got out of the shower. He’ll be in there for at least another forty five minutes! Especially with TC asking him to teach him how to make it!” she chuckled.

“TC’s a fraggin’ wimp!” Speed snorted as he continued to give her his expectant look. Still holding out the buffing supplies to her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.. It was going to feel so GOOOOODDDDD having the loser buff out all his scuffs!

She grabbed the wax from him. “Just remember, he’s MY wimp – you keep your paws off him,” she teased.

“Ya, like I would even look at such a loser,” Speed said, his olfactory sensor going straight up in the air.

Sharon chuckled. Daniel was so right! This clone could be a twin of him a few decades ago! “Well, spread your legs so I can get your chest plate done, you little snot,” she snorted. She kept her mischievous gleam out of her eyes, making sure to keep her expression one of a bothered, somewhat insulted – loser.

Not even thinking, he spread his legs. “Well, make sure you get every black mark off, loser,” he insulted.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun! Sharon snickered in her mind as she pressed his back armor against the wall by pretending to just be spreading the wax on thick over his scuffed chest armor. She pressed her pelvis tight against his codpiece, knowing just how much that drove TC crazy – and figuring it’d do the same to Speed.

She was right. As she ground her hips into his codpiece, flashes of pleasure sensation flickered wildly over his nets. Speed widened his optics in shock at the unexpected lust that flooded him. “Stay still,” Sharon ordered in a commanding tone as she continued to grind her hips into him, all the while acting like she was just spreading the wax.

“Um… Um, I…” Speed stammered, not sure what to make of all this. It was highly confusing to him. She was the loser. He shouldn’t be feeling any lust towards a freagin’ loser! Heck, his master – his partner – was a champion! He had no room for anybody but Daniel and Sam! Especially not a loser! But his base programs were forcing him to strive for pleasure at the hands of any human that seemed to want him.

But he didn’t want her! He didn’t want her touch! But God it felt good! He wanted more. He wanted to actually feel his bonding cable sinking inside someone. Their warm, tight, wetness surrounding it… His meta swooned, his core temperature rising as his internal struggle commenced.

Dropping the wax, Sharon pushed him tight against the wall, locking his legs against the bench with her body. She grabbed his helm, forcing his lips against hers. Her tongue demanded entrance.. Demanded him to surrender.. He trembled against her as her hands roved over his chassis.. His bonding cable extended.. Throbbing with want.. The want to feel what it was really like to be the male in a pairing.. To thrust inside her.. To explore her from within..

Sharon smiled as she released the gasping clone’s lips. A thin dribble of saliva still connecting them… Seductively, she licked it from his trembling lips. “What has Daniel taught you Speed? What kind of pleasure do you know?” she purred.

Speed shuddered against her. Daniel and Sam had taught him much. But he’d always been the one receiving the penetration. He’d never been the one giving it. But he’d never wanted to. Until now.. Until he felt her softness against him.. Her light perfume filling his olfactory sensors.. But, but, he didn’t want this! His meta screamed. He wanted – lusted – the hard body of Daniel. But God she felt good.. She felt so good.. “I… I.. know how to please him,” Speed stammered. Unsure of what she wanted him to say.. Wanted him to do..

“But what do YOU want Speed? What do YOU really want? Do you want his hard body pumping into you – or do you want to thrust your hard cable inside me?” she purred as her fingers slid along his length. The clone whimpered against her, his entire being in total confliction. “I won’t be angry - no matter what you want,” she said as she took his lips again, her hips grinding against his codpiece, her fingers flicking the terminal end of his cable just so…

“I… I.. Want Daniel,” Speed gasped as she briefly released his lips. But his programming fought him. Forced him to wrap his arms around her… Pull her tightly to him.. His cable was throbbing.. Wanting to dive into her depths even as his meta strove to deny.. He took her lips roughly, forcing his glossa within her sweet mouth.. His entire chassis heating up.. Suddenly, he froze..

Sharon pulled out of his statue-like grasp. She studied the frozen clone with an arched eyebrow. His mental confusion had completely locked him up! But his gasped words had told her what she needed to know. Confirmed her growing suspicions, even though his core programs had striven to override his higher level processes – his struggle against the programs had shown her his true development within his meta. “You poor, poor confused little mech,” she said as she patted his leg armor.

This brought him out of his lock up. Shuddering violently, he shrank back from her, his optics beginning to brim with mineral oil tears. His core programs concerning human-clone interaction screamed that he’d misbehaved. That he’d tried to refuse a human seeking pleasure. His optics scanned her fearfully… Hoping… Praying.. That she wouldn’t tell Daniel. He didn’t want his master mad at him.

“Do you realize what you did?” she asked softly her fingertips rubbing lightly on the surface of his yellow leg armor.

He trembled as he nodded. “I… I tried to refuse your advance.. I.. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he leaned forward, gripping her shoulders in an almost painful grasp. “Please DON’T TELL DANIEL!!! PLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!!” He pleaded as tears streamed down his face.

She pushed him back away from her. “First of all,” she nodded at his still extended bonding cable, “put that away.”

He gulped in true remorse at his perceived error as he swiftly depressurized it and retracted it with a zip. Clenching and unclenching his fingers anxiously, he scanned her face. His tear-filled optics full of despair over what he thought was going to happen. He was defective.. He’d refused her advance.. He was programmed not to refuse a human’s advance – under any circumstance.

“Why did you go against your programming?” Sharon asked him in a steady voice. Her brown eyes seemingly seeing straight into his very meta.

Chewing on his lip, he considered the mass of confusing and conflicting thoughts that had whirled through his meta. He desperately tried to make enough sense of it, to explain it to her, but he just couldn’t. “Um, confusion, disorientation, confliction…” he began to list off every word in his vocabulary that even remotely resembled what he had experienced.

Sharon put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “It’s called attachment. Loyalty to one master,” she cocked her head as she eyed him in curiosity, “and if you were human, possibly even the early stages of love.”

He just sat there silently, his optics still filled with fear – but now his confusion over her words and phrases began to dance over his face.

She stepped slightly forwards, back into the position she had been in when she had first aroused his core programming sequences. Only this time, instead of grinding her hips into him, she gently reached forward and stroked his oil-coated cheek. “Speed. What’s more important to you than winning or racing? What’s really the most important thing to you each day?” she asked him.

Emotion washed over him as he considered her question. His passion for competition, for proving himself better than others – was an incredibly strong urge to him. But even stronger than that, was his urge to make Daniel like him. To make Daniel and Sam happy – please them so that he could continue living here. To have Daniel as his master! His optics seemed to almost sparkle as he trembled and said that one word that meant his entire world, “Daniel”.

She smiled - her face full of understanding. “Speed, you didn’t fail just then, you proved you are becoming more than a mere clone. You are developing into a true sentient being,” her voice became low; “you are experiencing the first stages of the very human emotion of love.”

“You… you aren’t mad at me?!?” he stammered in disbelief. “I… I didn’t fail?!?”

Pulling him into her arms, she comforted the confused clone. “No, I’m not mad. I’m very, very proud of you Speed,” she whispered to him.

“You… you are?” his muffled reply came to her ears as he buried his face against the softness of her chest.

She stroked his back armor lovingly. “And you know, you may realize something that it took a tragedy for Daniel to realize,” she said softly.

He was enjoying the comforting feel of her arms around him, petting his armor without any lust behind their actions. He’d never really experienced this before. “What’s that?” he asked. For what could he learn faster than the champion?!? The champion was perfection!

“That winning isn’t everything,” Sharon said with sadness in her voice. “That the most important thing is for the competitors to all walk whole off that track. Whole and uninjured – no matter who wins or loses. That’s what important. That you live to run another race against each other,” she explained.

“But…. But…” Speed stammered as he pulled away from her, his optics full of confusion.

She put a finger to his lips again, stopping his disagreement. “Speed, you’ve already admitted it. Daniel IS more important to you than winning! He’s so important to you, that you try and go against your own programming. Listen to me. One race, a long-long time ago, Daniel almost lost the most important thing to him because he lost sight of it. He focused only on winning at all costs.” She stroked the side of the clone’s helm. “We both paid dearly for that mistake! Now here you are, on the brink of truly becoming alive. Don’t risk that gift blindly Speed, don’t risk it.”

His red optics studied her as he mulled over her words. “So I learn to live because I focus on what I feel for Daniel – not winning?” he asked in disbelief.

She gave him a warm smile and nodded. “Yes, you learn to live that way,” she said as she pulled him into her arms again…

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