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**Winner’s Luck Pt 6**

**Double Trouble Pt 5**

**A “Market Commodity” Story**
**By TurtleDreamer**
**G1 Universe**

Disclaimer: Transformers is not owned by me. “Market Commodity” idea is by StSe. I’m just fortunate enough to get to play in their universes. I don’t own any copyrighted, registered, or trademarked items that may be mentioned in this story.

Thank you, StSe, for the original concept, beta reading and encouragement. Also, thanks for letting me bend the rules for the start of my story. My plot bunny loves you.

Author’s Note: I’ve edited DTPt5 for consistency. Hopefully, I managed to catch all spelling and grammatical errors. Thanks for reading.

Warning: coerced consent, oral, M/F, mech/human

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Emotionally exhausted, Hope decided to call it a night. Her announcement was waved off, as the two Decepticons had found something else to engage their attention. She hovered in the doorway to her personal rooms; taking the time to study the alien beings, who had invaded her home. Of all things, they had discovered her video game collection.

Rumble was currently giving Frenzy the run down on the one he’d started playing. Hope had to stifle a chuckle, at that. Ratchet and Clank was one of her favorites. She found it funny that the rude robot would choose to play that particular one, but then again—maybe it wasn’t that odd. He’d already proven that he liked to “blow shit up”.

Despite his darker armor, the lighter red parts had been what had initially caught Hope’s attention. However, now that she had a chance to observe him, she noticed that his black armor was actually a deep, deep red. So thinking of him in terms of “red” wasn’t far off. Hope associated that particular color with anger, and Rumble seemed to vibrate with it. His burning crimson optics held a fury, just barely kept in check. She had absolutely zero doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

Despite that dark thought, Hope had to stifle another chuckle. The pair had started arguing over the probability of someone named Hook being able to create the R.Y.N.O. (Rips You a New One) weapon. She frowned as her gaze fell on the one who had been her blue shadow all evening. Earlier, Frenzy’s optics had burned with an altogether different emotion, than those of his red twin.

Disquieted by the memory of her body’s reaction to the blue robot’s lustful stare; Hope stepped quietly back from the door, closing it softly. She turned the light off in her sitting room; entering her bedroom, and closing its door behind her. In spite of the flimsiness of those closed doors, she had the momentary illusion of solitude.

The woman went through her nightly routine: brushing her teeth, washing her face, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, changing into soft old sweatpants and an ancient St. Louis Blues nightshirt. Padding out of the en suite; Hope pulled down the bedcovers, and checked her alarm clock’s settings. In the soft light, of her bedside lamp, she could almost forget what awaited her—almost…

“Babe?” The soft inquiry startled her, making her jump. “Heheh…jumpy much?” Frenzy joked quietly, stepping into her bedroom.

Hope had half a mind to chastise him about the “babe” thing, but that would leave him two other choices. Rumble had already picked “bitch” as an endearment. She honestly didn’t feel like either one of them had a right to say her name, and had yet to offer them permission. So being called “bitch” by one was quite enough—thank you, very much.

The medium blue of his armor blended into the shadows, causing the light blue and yellow to stand out starkly. Hope idly wondered how he would appear under a black light. His glowing optics gave his pale face a pink caste. While Rumble’s lips appeared habitually curled in a sneer; Frenzy’s seemed more comfortable in a smirk. Hope felt her face flush at the memory of the teasing contact those smirking lips had granted her, earlier.

Frenzy’s lip components spread into an all out grin, when the young con noticed the focus of her distracted gaze. He took that opportunity to move in closer to her.

“How ‘bout a REAL kiss, babe?” One blue hand went to cradle the back of her neck and head. The other snaked around her waist.

Hope snapped out of it, struggling to free herself of the contact. She pushed futilely against his hard chest. “Please…I’m just really tired, right now…” she pleaded.

“Shhh…it’s just a kiss…” Hope froze as he leaned in. She could feel his warm thumb caressing the skin behind her ear. His other hand gently massaged the tense muscles at the small of her back. “Unless ya want it to be more…I won’t push—yet.”

Hope had to close her eyes against the intense glow of his optics. The shiver that went down her spine could have been from either fear, or anticipation. Her hands fluttered at his chest, as his lips ghosted over hers…one…twice…and then settled in.

Frenzy savored those soft, organic lips—feeling them swell slightly at the increased blood flow caused by his kiss. Having no thought over the effect his own oral lubricant might have; he parted his dental plates, extending his glossa to gently probe her mouth.

‘Oh, my, God….’ She thought, as his tongue sought entrance. ‘Robots have tongues?’ Hope gasped in surprise when the hand at her waist traveled lower to gently cup and squeeze a rounded cheek. Her gasp turned to a moan when his moist, metallic tongue swept into her mouth.

Frenzy’s glossa mapped her strange organic mouth. The limber organ absorbed trace amounts of her saliva, while its sensors analyzed the compounds. He tasted the dentifrice he’d sampled during his exploration of her wash chamber, and underneath it was the taste of human. It was strange, but not unpleasant.

He removed his mouth from hers, trailing open mouthed kisses down her jaw. Clone data indicated that humans had sensitive areas on their throats. Frenzy lightly teased the tender skin located there. The blue con chuckled darkly, as he sealed his lip components to her flesh. He was rewarded with another moan; the female arching against him, and reaching up to wrap her hands around his helm. Frenzy applied suction, fully intending on leaving his mark.

Hope felt like she was on fire. Lordy that robot could kiss! Not that she had anything to compare it to…but if anybody had bothered kissing her like this, she’d have lost her virginity a long time ago. Despite Dacey and Bryan’s offer, they’d never even attempted to coax a kiss out of her. They’d respected her boundaries, when pushing them—just a little—would’ve reaped a pleasurable reward.

The alien robot, called Frenzy, was definitely pushing her boundaries. She didn’t kid herself. This was about sex, and she considered herself lucky that he was willing to make the pleasure mutual. The fatigue that plagued her was driven away by his heated kiss, and the stroking of his blue hands.

Frenzy moved his lips up from her throat to claim her mouth, once more. Bringing his other hand up from her backside, he tugged the cloth covered band out of her hair. His sensitive blue digits tangled in her coppery tresses. Frenzy savored the novel texture of the strands, while his glossa continued to dance with hers. After a short time, his hands grew restless. He disentangled them, intent on exploring other areas.

Hope arched into him again, as his hands found their way under the hem of her nightshirt. Her whimper of need was caught by his alien tongue, which continued its sensuous exploration of her mouth. Those wonderfully warm, metallic hands cupped her swelling breasts. His thumbs flicked over the sensitive tips. Needing to be closer, she brought her right leg up to hook around his thigh.

Following her unspoken cue, Frenzy slid his hands down to grab her backside. He lifted her so she could wrap both legs tightly around him. The sensors in his crotch armor detected the moisture of her organic lubricant seeping through her clothing, as she ground her core against him. He tossed his helm back, moaning through gritted dental plates, as his sensory nets clamored to activate his bonding cable. His cooling fans whirred in response to his overheating systems. Frenzy’s earlier encounter with Rumble had satisfied his ports, so those sensors stayed blessedly dormant. He was struggling for control as it was.

“Babe…” He panted, “We have to stop…” Frenzy was determined to keep his word. For some strange reason he actually wanted this fleshy to like him. Maybe even to beg him for his cable. His optics widened in surprise as impossibly, her legs seemed to squeeze him tighter.

“No.” He watched as she struggled to strip off the night-shirt he’d pushed partially up. She succeeded in jerking it over her head, and tossed it aside. Frenzy stared in fascination at the soft globes that bobbed with each ragged breath she took.

“Carpe diem...” She grabbed an audio in each hand, pulling him in for another deep, searing kiss. When she drew away from him she breathed, “Fuck me…Now.”

Red optics stared into her darkened green eyes, as he quick referenced the unfamiliar phrase. “Seize the day…huh, babe?” He took a couple of steps over to the bed, leaning down until her back was resting on it. The Decepticon gave her a lopsided grin. “Seize the day…I like that.”

He leaned in to lightly suckle the tip of one breast, while grinding his codpiece against her crotch. Her cry of pleasure urged him on. Frenzy looked up in to her passion flushed face. “I like the ‘fuck me, now’ part even better.” He grinned and tilted his helm, snaking his glossa out to drag teasingly across the other delicate pink nipple. Her body shuddered under him.

Having been given the green light, the blue con transferred the clone programming from his temporary memory. With it in his active memory, he could interface without the distraction of continually second guessing his actions. The new programming automatically reset his strength parameters for human safety.

Frenzy lifted himself off of her, grinning at her dismayed groan. “You’re overdressed, babe.” He hooked his digits into her waistbands; tugging the lower coverings over her hips, and down her legs. Her sweatpants and cotton panties were tossed aside, as carelessly as her nightshirt.

His sensitive olfactory sensors picked up the strong pheromones, as she parted her thighs in invitation. With the clone programming fully integrated, Frenzy couldn’t help himself. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and he sank to his knees joints between them. The opening of her organic port wasn’t readily seen, and Frenzy stroked the short coppery fuzz that decorated the delicate skin surrounding it. Gentle blue digits parted the tender folds that glistened with organic lube. The scent was amazing! He leaned in, darting his glossa in for a taste.

Hope moaned and writhed in his grasp, as Frenzy lived up to his name. It felt as though he would devour her. Each lick of that talented organ made her shiver. Each sinuous thrust into her core brought her closer to what she’d never been able to attain on her own. One of his fingers replaced his tongue, stretching her slightly. The flexible organ had found another target.

“OH—GOD!!” Hope’s hands grasped at his helmeted head trying to bring him closer, as he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. He teased her mercilessly, as she begged for her release. She never noticed the second finger that now stretched her.

‘This is gonna be good,’ Frenzy thought with smug satisfaction. His digits had brushed up against a spongy mass of tissue that he identified as her “G-spot”. He thrust them in, and curled them just so—while giving her clit a strong suck.

“FRENZY!” The woman screamed, and bucked in his embrace.

Frenzy was stunned by the grip her port had on him, as her climax surged through her body. Cybertronian ports didn’t do that! A milky fluid seeped around the trapped appendages, and the integrated clone programming compelled him to lap it up. His eager glossa caught the small flood, when he was finally able to remove his digits.

Hope was riding high on endorphins, eyes closed and a silly grin lighting her face. “Holy shit, that was good!” She had no idea that she’d spoken aloud. Frenzy puffed up at the compliment, determined to impress her further. He moved to the foot of the bed.

She slowly came back to herself, becoming aware of Frenzy plowing through her toy chest. He’d pull an item out, glance at it, and then flip it over his shoulder. Feeling reasonably confident of her ability to move, she scooted until she was lying lengthways on the bed. Not even remotely embarrassed by her nudity—she was too high to care—Hope watched the blue robot hold up her big pink dong and a bottle of KY. She chuckled at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“My turn, babe.” Frenzy stepped back to the side of the bed, and held the dong next to his extended cable. “Check this out.”

Hope fought not to roll her eyes, when he showed just how proud he was of his ability to adjust the size of his phallus. At least he wasn’t waving its Clydesdale Mode at her. Even then, she was a little concerned about what he was modeling himself after.

She only used the pink dong when she desperately felt the need to be filled…which wasn’t often. It was eight inches long and about four inches in circumference. She had to use a lot of lube, and really had to work it in slow. Her hymen had been broken, years ago, during a pelvic exam. Even then, she still bled a little. She guessed it was because she wasn’t being regularly stretched. Hope frowned, wondering how she was going to express her concern to him. She was unaware that he had comfortably fit two fingers inside of her.

Frenzy saw her brow furrow, as she stared at his cable. “What’s wrong, babe?” At her hesitation, he added, “C’mon…is it too small?” He laughed at his own joke.

Hope chuckled weakly, “Actually, it’s still a bit too large…the length is okay, but…” She sat up, using her hands to illustrate. “Could you start with half the circumference of the dong, and go from there?”

He was a little confused by her request, but he’d give it a go. “Sure, babe, I’ll try…but I ain’t makin’ no promises.” Frenzy found that he couldn’t decrease the girth by half, but he decreased it by what he could. “That’s gonna have to do, babe.”

He held perfectly still; as she reached out to carefully touch him. Her warm organic fingers wrapped easily around his cable, and she gave an experimental pump. Frenzy’s sensory bundles went wild, and he locked his knee joints to keep upright. “Babe, I won’t last long, if you keep that up…”

Hope nervously pulled her hand away.

“Just lie back down.” He took a step away from the bed. “There are a couple of things I gotta get.”

She watched him enter her en suite and return with a couple of towels. The first one, he had her put under herself. The second towel, he kept a hold of. He knelt between her spread legs and pulled an object out of—well…she really couldn’t tell where he’d pulled it from. Hope sat up and eyed the object in disbelief, as he unrolled it down his shaft.

“Evil alien robots wear condoms?” It was a lot heavier duty looking than the ones she’d used to cover her pink dong. She finally thought to wonder why evil alien robots had phalli to wear condoms on. That question, however, would be answered another day.

Frenzy smirked, “For your protection, and your pleasure, babe.” He brought her hand up so she could feel its ribbed surface. “And f.y.i.—good alien robots wear them, too.” He snickered, gently pushing her back down.

Drizzling lube on himself, he tossed the bottle aside. Using his middle digit, Frenzy evenly coated his shaft. Taking some excess lube, he pumped his coated digit in and out of her port. She moaned, meeting his thrusts with her own. He withdrew, grinning at her protest, and wiped his hand off on the second towel.

“ ‘Specially if they got hang-ups ‘bout dirtying their ports with nasty ol’ hydraulic fluid.” Frenzy joked while grabbing her hips.

“What nasty…oohhh!” Hope’s question was cut off by his smooth thrust into her.

“Heh…that wasn’t so bad…” He slowly thrust a few more times, enjoying her slick heat. Frenzy expanded his girth in increments, keeping up his easy thrusting. He wanted to give her every chance to adjust, as he matched his model. The tightness was meta blowing. He could feel each breath, each beat of her organic pump. His cooling fans were working overtime, as he fought to keep from mindlessly pounding into her.

Hope clung to him, reveling in the fullness that was making her head swim. It was so different from the dildos…so hot…so alive! A small part of her mind was aware that Frenzy was a construct: an amalgamation of metal sheets, and gizmos, and wires, and oil. A walking, talking computer that had most likely come off of an assembly line…a metal golem.

That metal golem was currently kissing her senseless, while he rocked his pelvic armor into her. Hope could feel her climax building again. She stroked her hands over his metallic chest, tracing the designs etched onto it. Hope could feel a pulsing beat under that warm metal.

Frenzy was in ecstasy. The woman’s inquisitive hands unwittingly coaxed his chest panels to part, exposing his crystalline spark chamber.

Hope found herself bathed in the warm red light that emanated from one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Like a moth drawn to flame, she couldn’t help but touch it.

“HOPE!” He howled her name, startling her into drawing back. “No…please…don’t stop…” he gasped between erratic thrusts. “Touch me!”

His energy fields fluctuated wildly when she placed her hands back on his chamber. Her hesitant strokes became bolder, at his cries of delight. Frenzy felt her weak human energy field tickling at the edges of his own. Normally, a Cybertronian was careful to whom they exposed their very essence to, but Frenzy was too far gone to care.

Hope soon found herself mindlessly clinging to the crystalline structure. Waves of his heated energy washed over her sensitized body. The red sphere of light pulsated in time with her pounding heart. Her climax was excruciatingly close, as Frenzy continued to thrust frantically into her. With one final ragged scream, she hurtled over the edge.

Frenzy’s cry answered hers; as his thrusts were halted by her port walls, which now gripped his cable like a vise. The combination of that intense grip, and the hands still clutching his sensitive spark chamber—sent his heated systems into overload.

Neither of the pair was aware of their watcher.

Rumble caught his twin, before Frenzy collapsed on the fleshy. The red con noted that she was out cold, too. He frowned down at the two of them. With uncharacteristic care, Rumble reached down between her thighs to remove the condom that had fallen off of his twin. It was full of Frenzy’s ejaculate, and Rumble made sure that none of it got on her fragile flesh. Testing the fluid for human safety would’ve drawn unwanted attention, so the prophylactic had been a precaution. The human made ones wouldn’t have been durable enough—or big enough, for that matter—to use on Cybertonian equipment.

He held the sheath at faceplate level, sampling the air with his olfactory sensors. The female’s smell wasn’t near as revolting as he’d expected, so he gave the rubber an experimental lick. Still holding the condom carefully closed, Rumble leaned down over the woman, curiosity driving him to cautiously sample from the source. He jerked back, as she shifted and moaned.

Relaxing when it became apparent that she wasn’t finished rebooting, he leaned in again. Taking more care with his glossa, he delved into her pink port. He stood; smacking his lip components at the strange, but not unpleasant taste.

‘Not bad, but it still doesn’t beat good ol’ Cybertronian hydraulic fluid.’ Rumble lifted the open end of the condom to his lip components.

Cybertron’s unending war had drained its resources, and had caused its children to recycle wherever they could. Rumble tipped back his helm, sucking down the viscous hydraulic fluid. His internal systems analyzed, and directed it to the correct reservoir, where it would be processed for later use.

The red con lingered a moment longer; watching Frenzy slowly reboot, and reach out to pull the fleshy into a tender embrace. He flung the empty condom at Frenzy’s helm before walking out. “Fragger.”

His twin’s soft chuckle followed him out the door.

Frenzy watched Rumble retreat, reaching up to remove the limp prophylactic. He flipped it onto the nightstand, and returned to cuddling his human. She slowly opened her eyes, returning his smile with one her own. He shifted to his back plates, pulling her to rest on his front. Frenzy could feel his calmed spark beating in synch with her organic pump. The blue con felt a sense of peace, and a wholeness that he’d never felt before. He hadn’t even known he’d been missing those things. He kissed her slowly, savoring the moment.

When their kiss ended, she raised herself to gaze at him questioningly. “What was that red glow?” Her warm hand caressed his chest plate, as she asked.

“Mmmm, babe…” Frenzy gently caught her digits in his, “Unless you’re ready for round two, ya’d betta quite teasin’ me.” He was mildly disappointed when she drew her hand away.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, turning her face away.

He put one blue digit under her chin. Her eyes met his optics, again. “Not a problem, babe. I just thought ya needed to know, ya know?”

Emboldened by her curiosity, he parted his chest plates. The look of wonder on her face was bathed in the red light of his life force. “That’s me, babe.” Frenzy said in a hushed tone.

“You?” her question was just as quiet.

“Yeah…all Cybertonians have a spark. The crystal chamber houses its energy.” He explained patiently. “It’s who we are…”

“It’s beautiful.” She breathed. Transfixed as she was by his life force, she failed to notice his flabbergasted expression.

Frenzy had been called many things in his time, beautiful wasn’t one of them. He closed his chest plates, reaching up to pull his human down for another kiss. Unnamed emotion rolled through him.

Hope broke away from the gentle kiss, when goose bumps popped up on her chilling skin. Ever frugal, she had set the thermostat to 69 degrees Fahrenheit, for overnight. Frenzy’s whine of protest made her giggle.

“I’m getting cold,” she explained, while reaching to pull up the bed clothes.

“What…I don’t keep ya warm enough?” he pouted. She didn’t answer, turning her back to him instead. Frenzy wondered if he’d done something wrong. Her next action reassured him.

Feeling pretty mellow, after two incredible orgasms, Hope pulled the covers to her front. Her backside would stay plenty warm, spooned by her alien lover. She wriggled back against him, getting settled in. His warm metal lips caressed her shoulder, as her eyes drifted shut. Hope fell asleep basking in Frenzy’s warmth, and lulled by the steady beat of his crimson spark.

He would take her, twice more, before daybreak. They explored each others bodies; reveling in their similarities, awed by their differences.

If only tomorrow wouldn’t come.

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On Earth it is said: “He who does not learn from the mistakes of the past—is doomed to repeat them.”

Once upon a time; the children of Cybertron were created, by the Quintessons, to serve organic masters. The predecessors of the Autobots were consumer goods, made for labor—and for pleasure. The predecessors of the Decepticons were consumer goods, made for military use.

But like many great manufacturing empires before it, the Quintessons’ fell to a hostile takeover—a takeover launched from within. The Quintessons’ creations had achieved sentience, and chafed under the bonds of what they now knew to be slavery.

After the sentient robots won their freedom, their programming was carefully scrutinized. A great debate raged over the pleasure programming, with the loudest opposition coming from the military sector. The military robots had not been created with the equipment or programming, and they claimed that there was no need for either. After all, cybernetic organisms had no use for the mimicry of organic reproduction. Their life force came directly from Vector Sigma.

Cables, ports, and glossas were considered filthy reminders of their slavery, and had strong ties to the obedience program. A program that was triggered by dna absorbed through one of those three avenues, linking the robot to its master. And just as they sought to erase all record of their servitude, they sought to erase all reminders of it within their very chassis’.

However, some of those who had the pleasure equipment weren’t willing to part with their—parts. Interfacing with another robot was found to be just as pleasurable, as doing it with a loving organic master. Also, discovering the ability to bond sparks was an unexpected bonus for the fledgling species.

The military held to the argument that this caused the civilian sector to be a security risk, which would open the door to future re-enslavement.

Clandestine modification of key bots in the military sector, swayed many votes. The pleasure packages were kept; becoming an optional feature, and later a standard one—but there were restrictions. Because of the inability to completely eradicate the tie between the pleasure and the obedience programming, organic interface was strictly forbidden. The original reasoning behind it was lost to the mists of time. Erased along with all other useless reminders of their original servitude…
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