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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**New Era Part 6**

**Universe G1, written by StSE**

“Again?!?” Ashley muttered in disbelief. Her entire body hurt. From the top of her French-braided hair down to her toe nails. And they wanted them to run the entire drill AGAIN?!?

“Human training methods do indoctrinate the notion that practice makes perfect. Which simply means that continual….”

“I know!” she grumbled, cutting the Perceptor clone off in mid-sentence. She grabbed the heavy back pack and threw it over her shoulders again. Tromping heavily after the rest of the Unit, she began to feel bad for biting her clone’s head off. “I’m sorry Petri, I’m just very tired of all this. I’m homesick, depressed, and all I ever wanted to do was follow animals around with a notebook.”

The clone trotted along tirelessly next to her. “Unfortunately, the odds of your ‘home’ being still in continual existence is very minute at best -” He stopped his own sentence as he noticed a tear dripping slowly down the exhausted young woman’s face. “It is my turn to apologize. Let me take your pack,” he offered as he reached over and grabbed it.

She shrugged his hand away. “I’m not doing the pushups for slacking. Oh, WHY did I vote for this whole thing being a GOOD idea?!? WHY?!?” She looked at the other end of the hangar. Once again, everyone else was almost there and lining up. Even the Decepticon was falling into formation before she even got there!?!

“Because, in viewing the multitude of challenges that will be before us. The majority voted to train as an elite military platoon. This does make perfect sense, since these skills will be invaluable to us,” he smiled at her as they trotted across the concrete. “Scream has informed me of a new technique called ‘full body massage’. It would be my pleasure to perform one on you this evening.”

Ashley gave him a tired smile. If it weren’t for him, she’d have added ‘lonely’ to her list of why she had bitten his head off. True, she did miss hanging out with men her age. But she’d dated so many worthless losers as of late, she’d kind’ve gotten sick of the entire college dating scene. Even though Petri sounded like an over-educated professor most of the time. She did understand every single thing he said. And he was always at her side. Offering his help without any complaint… Even in the tent at night, he was the ‘perfect’ gentlemen. If she wanted sex, she got it. If she just wanted to snuggle, she got it. If she wanted her feet rubbed… Well, the list could go on. Now, if he could only get her pregnant in future years – he’d truly be perfect! But considering the state of the world right now, she might be close to thirty before life was secure enough to bring babies into it.

She sighed as they made it into formation. Automatically doing the ‘drop – crawl – stop – pretend shoot – crawl – get up – run – drop – and do it all again routine. She didn’t have to think about the actions much anymore. Heck, they’d been drilling this thing straight for three days! But her mind drifted onto the cheerful black-helmed clone who matched her every move. Perhaps Speed could one day modify him for artificial insemination? Yes, that would allow him to impregnate her. Then life would truly be perfect! She then began to daydream about the Perceptor clone changing diapers. She knew he wouldn’t complain, but if the baby was a little boy, and he peed at just the right time….

“We’re done!” Jester quipped happily and slapped the tired woman on her shoulder, knocking her out of her daydream. Not even realizing what he’d done, he grinned and trotted off.

Petri helped her take the weighted back pack off. She staggered slightly, smiling in gratitude as she felt his steadying hand under her arm. “Commander Daniel has informed us that tomorrow the humans will all be training in your ECE’s. So we’ll need to read over the specifications tonight.”

She leaned heavily against his red armor. But a feeling of satisfaction filled her as she noticed that pretty much every woman was just as exhausted. Well, except for Torie. But that teen’s attitude alone would keep her going! A smirk crossed her face as she watched the black girl straighten her shoulders as she followed along behind the men with Storm in tow. The girl was an outcast amongst the women. But she’d really seemed to take up with the men. They treated her like a boy. And she ate up the praise for her spunk and tenacity like it was candy!

Clone fingers curled around hers, and Ashley let Petri lead her to the group shower. She was so tired she didn’t even really notice the three other women and their clones with them. Privacy really didn’t mean anything anymore. Very little conversation went on between them, since the drilling was so exhausting. Their helpful clones pretty much cleaned them up and dressed them. With a tired smile at her friend Sandy, Ashley went to her tent for a nap before dinner.

Stripping back down to her underwear, she laid face down on the air mattress. She felt Petri kneel down by her legs, his strong hands beginning to knead her sore muscles. Relaxing into the mattress, she turned her head so that she could see him. “You know Petri, you are the perfect man,” she murmured.

He glanced up. His ice-blue optics meeting her brown eyes, a smile crossed his face plate. He did consider correcting her terminology, but TC had once explained to him that it was a GOOD thing when your human partner considered you human. So he took it as a compliment. The warmth from her tired smile radiated through his networks. Bending down, he kissed her cheek, and then resumed his massage. She was too exhausted for anything more than snuggling. He’d already noted this in his meta. Not being the least bit concerned if she showed no sexual interest tonight. He liked cuddling and talking. She was a scientist too. Well, was in training to be one. So the intellectual stimulation was as good or even better than being physically stimulated!

“Hey Petri, I have a question,” Ashley said in between her sighs of gratitude for his massaging hands.

“I do hope I can provide a satisfactory answer,” he replied. He lifted his hands as she rolled over, and then moved back down to her thighs. From his observation of her workout today, he knew she had placed a significant strain on these muscle groups.

“Would you marry me?” she asked. She propped her head up on her hand as she said this. True, she’d only had the clone for a week, but he was hers for life. And she felt like she loved him more than she had ever loved a real man. If Sharon could marry a clone – why couldn’t she?

Petri paused in his ministerings, giving her a confused look. “But your reproductive abilities may be necessary in the coming years in order to re-establish your species. If you enter matrimony with me, then you take yourself out of the necessary breeding pool.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t absolutely thrilled that she thought of him so highly – it was that he saw the complications that might arise.

She chuckled sadly. “We’re too much alike. You know that? I thought about that very thing today. And I also thought of a solution.”

He cocked his helm, completely fascinated by the intellect of the young woman. “And that would entail?”

“Speed fixes you up so you can artificially inseminate me, perfect solution. Plenty of guys wouldn’t mind jacking off into a cup if they had to,” she explained. In her mind, she’d even picked the perfect ‘future sperm donor’. Since he was gay, there’d be no hard feelings. But Daniel was so built, and so darned intelligent – that she knew he’d throw some ‘good genes’. Ashley smiled as she tried to picture the man when he was her age. There were probably a thousand weeping women the day he came out of the closet! Yes, he’d produce some beautiful babies!

The red clone contemplated on this idea. But he also saw some other possible issues. The sparked clones did seem to long for clone-to-clone spark bonding, which humans just couldn’t provide. He knew he already had the precursor spark, and was on the ‘schedule’ to be ‘broken in’ by the mentor clones soon. This really didn’t bother him, though he’d prefer to just interface with Ashley and no other. But it was just a part of being in the Unit. Something all the sentient clones needed to experience. But how would Ashley handle it, if he ended up with a similar spark bonding urge as the others? “But after I’m broken in by a mentor clone, there is a distinct possibility that I might exhibit the same urge to spark bond as they do. That might cause a complication within an interspecies marriage.”

Ashley patted his armored leg. She loved him even more because he was the type of guy to look at all the future possibilities before running into something. “Both Sharon and Daniel are married to a ‘pair’ of spark mated clones. If they can handle it, I can too,” she replied. “After all, any clone you’d find mentally stimulating enough to be attracted to – I’d be attracted to anyways.”

Petri smiled. For such a young woman, his partner was incredibly mature in her thought processes. But there were other possible issues as well. They must all be taken into consideration before agreeing to entering matrimony. “And what if you meet a human male that you consider highly attractive?” he asked. He hoped it wouldn’t happen, but in this new world, anything was possible! She had a potential lifespan of up to 60 more years. That was a long time for her to be around other humans and NOT meet a compatible one.

“Ok, you’ve got a point there. Although I’m so SICK of men right now – I doubt that would ever happen!” She motioned for him to lie down and face her. With a smile, he did so, enjoying the sensation of her fingers drifting over his helm. “But if there’s ever a man like that, he’ll have to accept our relationship first! I promise.. I’ll never leave you – ok?” she whispered.

A wash of pure happiness came over the clone. Everything was out in the open. Every possibility that might happen! And they’d already discussed how they would handle those situations and accept them. The new world before them meant new forms of ‘family’. And he would truly consider any future offspring that she had as his own. Regardless of if he inseminated her, or a human male became part of their ‘family’. “After a period of courtship, we will be ‘married’ in a suitable ceremony,” he decided.

Ashley smiled as she lightly kissed his gray lips. “So I guess you’re my boyfriend now?”

He surrounded her with his arms, pulling her slender soft body against him. She was a good eight inches shorter in stature, and just seemed to fit perfectly against him. “And you’re my girlfriend,” he whispered as he stroked her wet hair. He heard her sigh as she relaxed against him. But then his optics widened in surprise as he felt her fingers slide along his pelvic armor. It was her silent signal that she was interested in interfacing, but he’d thought she was too exhausted.

He pulled away from her slightly, meeting her eyes. “You are too physically exhausted for intimate contact right now. You need to rest,” he informed her in a soft tone.

Ashley pushed a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes were now bright, the exhaustion gone from them. “Having a man promise his heart to you, gives a girl a second wind.” Her touch became bolder, more demanding. “But don’t expect ME to be on top this time.”

Petri looked at her in absolute wonder. His data banks did contain studies where humans could bypass their physical needs through mental concentration, but he’d never expected to witness it. He pulled her back to him, taking her lips in a passionate kiss. Even as their tongues/glossas danced, his sensitive digits informed him of the goosebumps on her skin. Without missing a beat, he reached behind him, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. The climate had begun to cool as Beachcomber had predicted. And now, in the middle of August, the Indiana daytime temperature had dropped to the 60’s. Petri didn’t want his girlfriend to become chilled.

Her fingers became more insistent on his armor, tracing the edges of his cable access. He unrolled his cable, knowing from her actions that this is what she wanted… What she demanded…. His chassis trembled as her fingers curled around it, pumping it. Slowly, he added pressure. She’d taught him that she preferred to think that her stimulation caused him ‘to get hard’. It wasn’t logical true, but whatever she wanted – he was more than happy to do.

He reached down, caressing her small breasts for a few moments before he slid his hand between her legs. He smiled even while kissing, as the girl shifted and put a leg over his hip armor. Exposing herself further to his touch as he pushed her panties to the side. He rubbed her nub for a while, feeling her produce the necessary organic lubricant before his fingers entered her soft depths.

For long moments the couple played with each other, their passion increasing along with their temperatures.

“Just put the tip in and rub me,” Ashley finally whispered as she briefly pulled away from his lips. She didn’t have the energy for a long period of intercourse. But she wanted to cum. She wanted to climax with the male that was hers. And she knew how she could accomplish that as quickly as possible. “After I’m done, you finish.”

Petri smiled and nodded. He loved her. She didn’t beat around the bush when it came to what she was in the mood for. Sometimes she wanted to go for an hour, sometimes just a few minutes. But she always made it crystal clear to him at the beginning. For the overly logical scientific clone, the lack of guesswork was just his cup of oil! So he did as she requested. His sensors going wild as the tip of his cable slid in and out.. With his finger rubbing her clit, he felt her swell.. Becoming so slick with desire that it dripped down her thigh…

“Mmmmm, faster Petri faster!” Ashley moaned as her fingernails racked across his armored back. She bit his shoulder armor as she came ever closer.

“Ashley… Ahhhhh… You’re so wet…Mmmmm!” Petri moaned. His entire chassis began to hum. His interface nets screaming for him to thrust fully inside her…

But he wouldn’t….

He couldn’t….

Not until…

He felt her begin to spasm. Her entrance becoming so tight that he could barely slide in… She screamed his name before biting him so hard he was afraid she’d crack a tooth.

He thrust in…

Deep… Hard….

“Ashley…” he moaned as he threw his helm back. His entire length within her… The spasms of her muscle contractions as she climaxed massaged his shaft…

Driving his sensory bundles wild…

Driving his meta over the edge…

With a final powerful thrust, his systems collapsed… Shutting down in rapid succession.. His optics going dark as he slumped against her.. His taunt cable still nestled deep within her.

Once she had stopped trembling in her own climax, Ashley smiled as she kissed his still lips. “You know, for a guy who lost his virginity just last week – you sure learn fast!” she said softly. She snuggled against him, enjoying the feel of his hardness still filling her. He’d wake up soon enough and pull out. Just like he’d gotten in the habit of doing…. Yes, he was the perfect man. Intelligent, thoughtful and good in the sack… And now that they’d solved the future problem of her wanting to HAVE kids and him not actually capable of siring them – life would be perfect… Yes, as soon as the world rebounded and was safe – she’d have everything she’d ever wanted.

A tear fell then. She only wished her family could be there. But just like all the other humans stuck here waiting for the fall out to end – she’d decided to consider her family dead. Yes, they would eventually search for everyone. And perhaps they’d find them alive! But it was better to expect the worse and hope for the best. That way you got your grieving out of the way…..

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Scream grinned at Storm. Cocking his helm, he let his optics rove over the Combaticon clone’s chassis. “So you want to be sparked, and broke in as well?” he asked.

Storm swung a leg over a shipping crate and leaned his rotor blades against the fuselage of the cargo hold. He had asked his two mentor clones to come inside the jet for this most private of requests. This idea had been coursing through his meta since Doc had examined him and announced that he did indeed now have a precursor. It wasn’t that he lusted for the interface; he couldn’t since he didn’t even have the programming. But he lusted to be sparked. To be freed from the threat of the virus breaking through his fire wall. “I deserve the same consideration and opportunities as the others in the Unit,” he replied.

Jag had a frown on his face plate. Ever since it had been discovered that only Scream’s sparkbonding fired up the precursors into full sparks, he’d had to share. Not only Scream, but himself… And he just really wasn’t that type of clone. But it was his duty to his new species to create life. So as always, he was prepared to do so. Whether he really wanted to or not. Although it was nice when it was one of the Combaticon clones involved, since he knew without a doubt that Scream was not the least bit attracted to them! “He does have a valid point. Perhaps some of the other mentor clones could break him in, and then we’ll fire his spark,” he offered. At least he prayed the new idea he wanted to try on the next ‘sparking’ would indeed work. It would sure beat interfacing with each and every one while him and Scream spark bonded. He truly hoped it would work!

The red Seeker contemplated on this. Jag knew he didn’t care for this models appearance, but he still LOVED to be a clone’s first. Even though he knew Jag really did HATE sharing… But he had to spark them didn’t he?!? So he was slightly conflicted. It would make sense to do it the way Jag recommended they at least try once – but on the other hand….

“Why can’t I break him in? Huh? I deserve the same ‘opportunity’!” A young mech voice griped. Rumble transformed then, erupting from his hiding place under an empty crate.

Scream leapt at him, slamming him against the fuselage in a blur of metal. “How dare you spy on us, you little slagger!” he snarled, his thin cannons powering up.

Although he was shocked at the Seeker’s incredibly quick defensive action, Rumble was not swayed. “But Sharon said that I’d get to co-mentor one of ‘em! An ya were supposed to assign him. I been trainin’ with ya freagers! Been kissin’ ya worthless aft – an I ain’t got nothin’!” Rumble griped. He shoved Scream off of him. And in the blink of an optic, they both had weapons pointed at each other’s cranial unit.

“Ok, both of you – calm down!” Jag ordered as he and Storm pulled them apart. The Prowl clone pushed his mate back, getting in his face. “He IS right on several counts.”

“I don’t care. The Decepticreep’s the one who released the virus. He can fuck slag for all I care!” Scream snarled. It was true the mech had been kissing his aft - Training next to the clones as if he was one of them. But Scream couldn’t forget just how many clones he’d sentenced to a horrible death by releasing that Decepticon virus. He just couldn’t!

“I was only followin’ orders! They’d off-line my freagin’ tailpipes if I didn’t follow orders!” Rumble shot back. He glared at the hybrid Vortex clone who held him in an iron grip - as he struggled to break free from him.

Jag rubbed Scream’s wing even as he kept a strong grasp on him. “Damn-it Scream, calm down. He’s right! And you need to learn to just let it go if you’re going to lead us!” he whispered in his audio. “Just let it go. He was just following orders. He didn’t think we were sentient!”

Scream slowly calmed down enough to think again. Yes, he hated the cons for what they’d done to his species! But perhaps he should focus his hatred on those in charge? Rumble WAS annoying. But he was stupid, too stupid to do anything but bitch and moan as he followed orders. And the little freager had kept his trap shut and ran the training drills as if he was just another clone. Maybe Beachcomber was right? Maybe Rumble was just a dumb youngster?

His weapons powered down and he nodded for Jag to release him. “Thanks Jag, you have a way of bringing it into perspective,” he said with a nod at his sub-commander. He nodded for Storm to let the small mech go. “Ok Rumble, we TRY to be reasonably fair in our ranks. My bad.” He offered his hand to the mech.

Now Rumble had NEVER had a commander actually apologize to him! His gun clattered to the floor as his jaw dropped. “Ya apologizin’?!? To ME?!?” he stammered in absolute disbelief.

“Yah, just don’t get too used to it,” Scream snorted. He wiggled his fingers in a silent demand that the mech better shake before he changed his meta.

Rumble narrowed his optics even as he shook his hand. It had to be a mind game. Some kind’ve trick! This was a Starscream clone. And Starscream always had an ulterior motive behind everything he did.

“He can break me in,” Storm stated in a matter-of-fact tone. After all, to him it wasn’t that act he was interested in. It was what Scream and Jag would bestow on him after-the-fact.

“You sure?” Jag asked him. His blue optics widened slightly. Storm could be assigned to anyone. Why the intelligent clone would let the immature and adolescent mech be his first – just didn’t make sense.

Storm turned his red optics onto Jag. “You understand what I’m really after. And I trust that you shall supervise our activities?”

Rumble was now salivating at the very thought that he was going to thrust his cable into a Vortex. True, it was a hybrid clone with an Onslaught meta – but he could pretend he was really slaggin’ the violent mech. Oh this was going to be great! His engine revved in his eagerness. But a firm hand grabbed his shoulder armor and tore his optics from Storm’s chassis. Instead, he met the fiery optics of Scream. “What?!? If he wants to – ain’t that oil on the servo?!?” Rumble muttered.

“Just remember, WE’RE going to be watching everything you do. You better make SURE to give him the best overload you’ve ever given ANYONE. Or you won’t be making use of your cable again until the Decepticons rescue your worthless tail pipes. You got that!?!” he whispered.

“Geeze.. Freagin’ overprotective cyberhen,” Rumble muttered as he nodded.

The Seeker roughly pushed him towards Storm. Then he and Jag pulled out some empty crates, sat down, crossed their arms, and propped their feet/thrusters up.

‘Feels like Megatron makin’ me an Frenzy do it in front of everyone,’ Rumble sarcastically thought to himself. But he doubted that the two clone observers would make the same degrading snorts and comments that his brethren would. So, he guessed it would be much better than he was used to. Pointedly ignoring them, he approached Storm, giving his chassis an appraising look over. Yep, he could fantasize it was the real Vortex. No problem! Reaching out, he tapped the clone’s battle mask. “Ya gonna leave this engaged the whole time?” he asked sarcastically.

The battle mask separated in the center and slid into the sides of his helm. Storm’s lips curled into a slight smile as he humored the rather stupid Decepticon. “Like this?” he smirked as he cocked his cranial unit and studied the mech. It was rather humorous to his Onslaught meta to think that this mech was going to mentor him. But whatever it took to obtain his goal…

Rumble didn’t seem to notice the implied insult. He was too busy staring at the bared face plate of the Vortex chassis. The damned mech was actually gorgeous under that mask! Wow! He couldn’t wait to tell the other cons! They’d tear the freak’s battle mask off and gang bang him in the main control. And here he was, gonna be this clone’s first everything! Touching the blue metal skin, he was actually surprised and a tad disappointed that Storm didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even act the least bit nervous! “Nice mug ya got there,” the little mech said. Boldly, he slid his hand behind his helm and slammed their lips together.

Storm boldly met his glossa with his own. Matching him move-for-move.. He allowed the mech to push him against the fuselage. His hands copying Rumble’s as they explored each other’s chassis. He felt no passion though. No lust.. For him, this was merely a game of mimicry. And a lesson in what his interface networks could do. And one day would do – to Torie. He felt Rumble tremble slightly, his chassis warming as his spark pulsed hard against his chest armor.

At the sensation of that living spark so close to his weak precursor, Storm finally felt lust. Lust to grind against the living mech. To feel his energy field wash over him. His movements became bolder, as the desperation to experience what it was to be alive filled him. “Instruct me on how to please you,” he whispered to Rumble as their lips briefly parted. He’d do whatever it took to please the mech. To become alive like him! Unlike the other clones - he didn’t have the pleasure programs. He didn’t have the programs that sought to restrict him to clone/human interface. So there was no internal struggle for him to win. But the energy field from the spark pulled him. Washed over him like a beckoning wave to a surfer…

Rumble actually giggled as he heard Vortex’s voice say that. Oh, how he and Frenzy had dreamed a thousand times to hear that! His networks fired with the incredible beating of his excited spark, he swung them around so that he was now leaning against the fuselage. It was great being the same size as them! He could push THEM around – not just get pushed around himself! He activated his bonding cable, pressurizing it to his normal dimensions. “Get on ya knee armor and lick it good,” he ordered.

Without even a word, Storm did as he asked. And with Rumble spelling out every single lick, suck and stroke of his hand – the small con was soon turned into a gasping, moaning mess. Slamming his helm back against the metal behind him, Rumble strove not to climax yet. He had two mentor clones glaring at him. Daring him to NOT interface with the young clone to their satisfaction! His fingers curled tightly around the camouflaged rotors of the clone. “Ahhhhh,” he moaned louder as he watched the entire length of his cable disappear again in Vortex’s mouth. He didn’t care that it was a clone anymore. It was a dream come true!

Deciding that he could get it back up even after he climaxed, Rumble put his hands on Storm’s helm and began to thrust his hips. Faster and faster he went, until he felt his pressure peak. “Swallow it!” he grunted as he slammed his emptying cable deep into the Vortex clone’s mouth. His chassis jerked as he released his excess hydraulic fluid. And he soon finished and pulled his half-limp cable out.

“Interesting performance. So mechs actually ejaculate similar to humans? Never would’ve suspected that.” Jag’s voice noted.

Scream’s snicker followed. “But you better not be done - little mech.” His barely concealed threat filled the cargo hold.

Rumble nodded for Storm to lie on his back. He didn’t really WANT to ‘please’ the young clone. But if he didn’t, he wouldn’t get any more action! He knew Scream would make damned sure of that! “Aw, just a little pressure build up. Unlike YOU, I can keep goin’ and goin’,” he replied with a sneer. He knelt down, straddling Storm as he shot the red Seeker a challenging glance. He was going to prove that he was better than any freagin’ clone!

Scream elbowed Jag and gave him a sly grin. “This should be entertaining,” he snickered.

The Decepticon snorted as he heard the comment. Ya, it was goin’ to be ‘entertaining’! So entertaining that the freagin’ red clone would beg for a turn! A devilish grin spread over his face as he looked down at the mini Vortex lying silently beneath him. His fingers began to dance along the seam down the side of his torso. Right where the dark blue central panel met the thicker pink panels… He figured it’d be a sensitive region. And his suspicions were rewarded as a surprised expression crossed Storm’s blue face plate.

“That.. feels… good?!?” the young clone stammered. He wiggled slightly, unsure of how he should react. Rumble’s fingers dug deeper into the seams, stroking sensitive wires underneath. He glanced over at his mentor clones. He’d seen them interface after Torie went to sleep enough times to know the vocalizations they made when they experienced pleasure. Should he do the same? He was unsure. He didn’t have the programming!

“Well duh. It’s supposed to feel good. Geese, I thought ya had a smart meta – not a Vortex one? Dumb piece of slag he is,” Rumble smirked. The clone should have been moaning and trembling in bliss right now! Was he really that dense?!?

“He doesn’t have the programming. So he doesn’t KNOW how he should react,” Jag replied for Storm. He raised an optic ridge, curious to see how the little con would take the information.

The Decepticon glared daggers at Scream. The bastard KNEW he’d have a hard time even arousing a non-programmed clone – much less pushing him to overload! That’s why he let him ‘have’ Storm. He should’ve known it! Should’ve freagin’ known there was a hitch to this whole thing! With a disgusted snort, he brought his optics back down to Storm’s. The clone HAD seemed to be acting lustful when they’d been pressed together against the fuselage. Maybe he did actually have some programs that Scream didn’t know about? At least Rumble damn well hoped he did!

Shifting, he spread the length of his chassis on top of Storm. Grinding his codpiece against the clone’s pink pelvic armor, he felt his spark begin to react again. As desire filled him once more, he took the handsome Combaticon’s lips. Once again, he felt the clone begin to tremble, his hands starting to rove over his chassis. A desperation beginning to show in Storm’s very glossa as it danced with his. Rumble thought this was really weird, but he had to figure out why the clone reacted like this. Use it to help him ‘please’ the slagger so that he was guaranteed future ‘action’ with other clones. He pulled his lips from Storm’s. The clone moaning as he ground his armor even harder against him. “Pssst Storm, why are you acting this way now?” he whispered. So softly that even Scream’s sharp audios couldn’t catch the words.

“En.. Energy.. F-field..” Storm gasped. He wanted to dig his fingers into Rumble’s armor. Touch that energy that pulsed against him….

Ah-ha! The clone sensed his spark field! A mischievous grin crossed Rumble’s face plate. “Ya wanna touch it, huh. Be part of me?” he whispered.

The young clone took the bait. “Y-YES!!! PLEASE!!!” he screamed. His meta overwhelmed as the Cybertronian’s intense energy field began to surround him.

“Open ya hole. My energy will fill ya. Just relax, the waves that’ll go over ya is me,” Rumble purred. His smirk widened as the clone continued to beg. Reaching down between Storm’s legs, Rumble felt his port cover slide open. He stuck a finger in, wiggling it around. It did feel a lot like a Cybertronian receiver. The lube was a little different, but it’d work.

“NNNGGGHHH!” Storm mewed as he arched against the con. He felt the first wave of stimulation signal flow from his internal sensory bundles. Now identifying the impulses as what the con told him they were, he opened up his meta. Allowing them to flow freely over him.. Take his conscious thoughts away and becoming a thing of pure sensation.

The idiot believed him! He was so desperate to feel a spark; he believed that any unusual sensation was Rumble’s spark entering him. What a duffus! But Rumble didn’t care right now. He felt his cable beginning to react again. Unlike the clones, he didn’t have to overload to enjoy himself. Whether it was climaxing, overloading, or spark bonding – hey, it was all good. So he was just going to climax again. Heck, the young clone couldn’t make him overload without some more ‘education’ anyways.

His cable rolled back out, pressurizing as it did so. Taking Storm’s lips again, Rumble thrust forcefully into him. Not truly worried if it hurt Storm at first or not. He felt the clone tense, pulling him even tighter against his armor. Storm’s fingers clawed his back armor as he trembled. Rumble knew he’d be screaming if his mouth weren’t full of his own glossa. So he slowly moved, thrusting in-and-out of the now bucking clone. Allowing his energy field to widen, to caress the desperate clone’s sensory nets… He pulsed his field with every thrust. Knowing that the clone would now interpret the energy fluctuations and the intense stimuli from his port sensory bundles as one and the same…

Storm bucked against the mech. His meta overcome with the sheer intensity of the energy flowing over him. With every thrust, the energy seemed to spike. His glossa continued its dance with Rumble’s as he lowered his hands onto the mech’s rump. He began to buck his hips faster, his hands pushing against that aft armor, begging for Rumble to speed up… To give his energy to him faster… Harder… To make him feel his spark… Feel what it was to be alive…

His engines roared… RPMs reaching critical levels…. Peaking out…. Internal heat soaring to impossible heights.. Fans clicking into high gear.. Intakes opening to allow maximum air flow… But it was too much.. Systems overwhelmed… Crashing… Ripping his lips off of Rumble’s – he yelled once and then went limp. His optics darkening in shutdown…

Rumble thrust a couple more times. Shuddering as he flooded the young clone’s port with good ‘ol Cybertronian fluids. “Ah Yes… Yes!” he grunted as he thrust with each pulse of his squirted release. He sagged against Storm’s unconscious chassis for a few moments before he pulled out. His dark fluid leaked out of the clone’s still-open port. For a brief moment, Rumble was a tad sad that Frenzy wasn’t there to pump even more into that ready hole.

“Come here Rumble,” Scream voice ordered. It broke through his reminiscing of having his twin around. Rumble slowly climbed to his feet, his cable retracting as he did so. He stomped over to the two watching clones. His optics darting from one to the other, hoping that he’d earned the right to continue to fuck clones. “Ya what?” he demanded, “I did what ya rust bucket’s wanted – didn’t I?”

Scream studied him, swinging his thrusters off the crate he was using as a foot stool; he nodded for the small con to take a seat. His optics scanned the Cybertronian in a very critical manner. “Why don’t you overload as well?” he demanded to know.

Geese, the slogger could’ve at least said ‘good work’ or ‘job well done’ first, couldn’t he? Rumble thought with sarcasm. But at least he wasn’t insulting him like the real Starscream would’ve. “Because we don’t have to if we don’t feel like it. Can’t you fraggers just climax?!?” he snorted.

“No,” Jag answered him. His normal emotionless expression on his face.. “So you are insinuating that Cybertronians can choose to either do this ‘climax’ or overload? What about spark bonding?”

“Aye we can do that too. Ya?” Rumble replied. He cocked his helm, his red optics gleaming with curiosity. These clones were a lot different than the mechs they were cloned from it would seem.

Scream nodded. “Let us see your spark,” he ordered. His tone told Rumble that he’d better not argue.

A mech usually didn’t show his spark to just anyone. It was his very life! And one well-aimed smash with a fist on an unprotected containment unit, and ‘poof’ no more spark. But Rumble considered his options. He knew Scream didn’t really like him, but he wasn’t the type to just off-line a mech without a good reason. No, he was just curious in the differences between a real mech – and himself. That’s all. So, not really feeling threatened by these clones. Mostly because they were all of similar stature to him, Rumble opened his primary access panel. Then the internal panel also slid open, exposing his spark chamber to their optics. The pair leaned forward, as if in total fascination.

“It’s contained, that’s different. May I?” Jag stated, glancing into Rumble’s optics as if he was asking for permission.

He considered saying no. But no one other than Frenzy had ever even WANTED to touch his spark chamber! And here, even the Commander who really didn’t care for him, seemed absolutely fascinated by it. Rumble puffed up a bit, feeling quite happy being the center of attention for once – and not for something he’d done wrong. “Ya, uh, I guess so. But it’s more slaggin’ sensitive than a shootin’ cable! So watch what’cha doin’,” he warned.

“So this containment unit is a mech’s most sensitive region?” the Prowl clone mused. His fingers lightly touched the edge of the crystalline container. The Decepticon’s swirling spark seemed to pulse wildly as he did so.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa, riiiiiiiiggghhhtttt theeerrrreee….” Rumble moaned as his entire frame shuddered. He dug his fingers into his own thigh armor, fighting to stay still.

Scream couldn’t help it. He loved to here someone moan, even if it was a piece of slag Decepticreep. His hand joined his mate’s on Rumble’s spark chamber. The two clones reaching out to steady the trembling mech with their other hands. For a long moment they both teased his spark, more fascinated by the difference in him from them – than any interest in getting him off. As one, they removed their hands and studied him curiously.

“Ohhhhh, Pllllleeeeaaasseee…” Rumble groaned despondently as the pleasure disappeared. His optics actually held a pleading look in them. But he quickly realized the teasing was over. And grinding his dental plates together he collected himself and closed his panels.

“It is interesting, the subtle differences between us. You seem almost – desperate – for this type of attention,” Jag noted.

“I’m not! Don’t think ya little slaggers have anythin’ on us real mechs!” Rumble pouted. He didn’t want to admit that they were right! Decepticons didn’t beg, well – unless it was for Megatron to spare their life! Other than that, it never got them anything but a slap to the face plate and degradation.

Scream leaned back again, a smug look on his face plate as he crossed his arms and studied the young mech. “You’re lying about that. In fact, I’d lay money on the fact that you probably didn’t get much ‘action’ from the larger mechs. Simply because of your size,” he stated. Before the sputtering young con could argue, he held up a finger for him to be quiet. “We may have our differences, but I’ve been around Decepticons enough to know how you mechs treat each other.” He leaned forward, his optics brightening as he nodded for Rumble to lean forward as well. He tapped one of his black digits on the end of Rumble’s gray olfactory sensor. “But let me give you a piece of advice. Once you’re willing to admit that you’re desperate – perhaps our curiosity will actually serve to fill your needs?” he chuckled with merriment in his optics. For he was extremely curious as to this spark chamber!

Rumble was fixin’ to spout off that HE wasn’t a desperate mech, but out of the corner of his optic he saw Jag shake his head. Clamping his trap shut, he just silently glared at Scream. More out of anger that the clone KNEW he was, in fact, desperate – than anything else. It was an issue of pride.

“Your performance has been – satisfactory – I will let you know when your next ‘opportunity’ shall arise. Do nothing with my men until then,” Scream warned. He nodded for Rumble to leave the cargo bay.

Jag’s optics followed the small mech as he disappeared. “You’re right. He’s so desperate for affection it’s driving him to glitches,” he observed.

“You know, if he weren’t a slaggin’ Decepticreep bastard – I’d actually feel sorry for him,” Scream snorted.

His mate patted his wing. Standing up, he nodded for Scream to as well. “Well, you’re learning to look past it. Like Daniel said, you’ll make a good leader in a few more years.” He smiled up at Scream as he lay down next to the rebooting Storm and opened his chest panel.

Scream grinned as he straddled Jag. “And you’re learning to break out of your shell a bit. A fitting mate for a leader, and my particular – duties…” He glanced at Storm, who was now looking over at them with brightening optics. Reaching over, he curled his fingers around the young clone’s. “Just stay still now. It may feel very terrifying as your power systems flux uncontrollably – but that’s just part of it.”

“Part of becoming truly sentient?” The Vortex/Onslaught clone whispered with hope blazing in his crimson optics. He gripped his hand, his very core straining with loyalty to this truly wonderful clone who could bestow sparks. “I’m forever indebted to you two. I’ll forever follow you,” he promised.

Jag reached over, stroking the clone’s helm. “Well, let’s get this done then shall we?” He arched up as he felt Scream synch with him. Their sparks pulsed as one, even before the Seeker opened his own chest armor. Jag deactivated his optics, relaxing as he felt Scream leaning down towards him. So happy that perhaps they’d found a way to do this, and not accidentally spark bond with others. So happy, he might not have to share in that way now. As the brilliance of a million suns flashed over him… The pulsing blue spark that was him, merging with the fiery core that was his mate… They tumbled into the abyss together.. Hoping that they’d created ‘life’ with their act of love..

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Storm reactivated before the two mentor clones did. Standing up, he wandered into the cockpit of the cargo jet. Looking around, he located a mirror that would suffice. Standing in front of it, he opened his chest panel with anxious fingers, gasping as he saw what he’d dreamed of! The tiny thread of electricity that had once been his precursor had flamed into a small, weak spark. But it was a SPARK!! A spark that saved him now.. That made him sentient… And when Torie was deemed old enough.. He would now still be functioning at her side. More than ready, and willing, to fill the place of mate if she so desired….

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