Ben and Streek: Clone Saga Ch. 01byAxelotl©
Chapter 1: Over-Cloned
Streek shambled into mess room of the Star Ship and yawned. The strong aroma of coffee hit him and he moved toward the coffee machine. Ben had already made a pot of coffee, which only involved pressing a button on the machine.
It was just past nine hundred hours, Standard Galactic Time. While travelling in through space you couldn't tell what the time was without reading clocks, it would even be hard to tell if it was supposed to be morning, afternoon or evening.
Streek poured himself a mug of hot coffee. Ben was nowhere to be seen again. They were into the third day of their five day trading mission, transporting Star Ship parts to New Heidi and Streek had barely seen his Captain since they set off.
He's in his workshop again, working on something. Streek thought.
When they had the Apollo Creed, Ben spent most of his time in the cockpit, now they flew in the 'Clubber Lang' which had a room Ben had made his workshop, where he tinkered away on various projects.
Streek was glad to have the new ship, the 'Lang' was twice the size of the 'Creed' which was only a small shuttle. It was faster, better defended and had a larger cargo hold, but they were still small time in the scheme of things.
Streek didn't think he would have been able to fly in the Apollo Creed anymore anyway, it carried horrible memories for him and Ben. It was two years ago when Ben had tried to take the shortcut through unprotected space.
In the Vico system the Creed had been set upon and disabled by Pirates. Streek and Ben had no choice but to surrender to them when they boarded and then the two of them were brutally raped by the Pirate gang.
Streek and Ben never talked about that day, and Streek had done his best to try and forget that it happened.
After the Pirate gang had finished with them, they just left, leaving the two of them floating adrift in space in their damaged Star Ship.
It was three days later when another ship had responded to their distress call. It was a Federation Scout Ship.
Streek remembered how his ass was still sore as hell while the pompous Commander grilled them about what happened, and what they were doing out there.
They didn't tell him they were raped, but told him everything else about the Pirates. The Bluecoats transported them and their damaged craft to Rohme.
Both of them were really pissed off when they received the large bill for the rescue, and a large fine for entering unprotected space on top of it.
With their cargo stolen and craft damaged, they were in debt already, and things were looking bleak.
Ben didn't despair though, he got an idea and he got to work. He sold the Apollo Creed to a scrap yard and then managed to go into debt even further, buying a small mining craft.
The mining craft was even more crampt and more crappy than the Creed, it didn't even have a name, other than the ID number NC-6964 painted on its hull. Streek called it the 'Trashcan' because it smelt like one.
Ben and Streek went out and joined the 'Bull-Ants', prospectors who flew small, often barely spaceworthy mining crafts, swarming around and fighting over the crumbs of valuable minerals that the large mining organisations left behind.
They would both work long hours and barely make any scratch though, the debtors were becoming more insistent, and the other Bull-Ants weren't too friendly either, they weren't welcoming of more competition.
It turns out Ben had an ace up his sleave though, he had spent many long hours developing a computer program that gathered information and predicted where mineral rich comets and asteroids were going to be.
Both of them were surprised when it actually worked and the buyers were surprised the first time they came back with a hull full of silver ore.
Both men were overjoyed when the Trashcan started bringing in good money for them, pretty soon their debts were payed.
Their success didn't go unnoticed however, soon there was a swarm of Bull-Ants following them whenever they went out and once again they were fighting over crumbs at their mineral hot spots.
The exercise had started to become barely profitable again and they were getting quite sick of the tiny, smelly mining craft. So Ben and Streek decided it was time to give the Bull-Ant game away and become traders again.
Ben shopped around for a while before he found a modified Namcorp Hauler he fell in love with and christened her 'Clubber Lang', another strong foe the legendary Rocky Balboa defeated in combat.
Ben got to work creating a new program which predicted trends in market prices and showed the best trade routes.
So far it had proven moderately profitable. Now they were on their fourth trade mission since buying the Clubber Lang.
Streek got himself a bowl of cereal and went and sat down at the table. He got up the news on his TAB and skimmed over the headlines, "Federation seizes Rebel Terrorist band in New Mars", "Power prices continue to rise", "Earthquakes in Junossi kill 103".
He navigated to the comics. Ben came into the mess room "Coffee, coffee, coffee" he said to himself.
"Mornin' Ben" said Streek looking up from his comics.
"Is it?" asked Ben, he looked at the time in the corner of the screen on the wall "Oh yeah." He had dark rings under his eyes.
"Were you up all night?" asked Streek.
"Yeah, guess I was" said Ben as he poured himself a coffee, emptying the pot and getting the dregs.
"What are you working on anyway?"
"Uh, it's a surprise."
Ben took a sip of coffee and screwed up his face "Ugh needs sugar". He turned around and bent over the bench, looking for the sugar. Streek saw his big, round ass stick out and the memory of that day came back to him.
He couldn't help getting hard as he watched his friend getting raped, and then the Pirates forced him to rape him too. He remembered how it felt, all warm and wet and soft as the ring tightly hugged his shaft.
Streek snapped out of it. What the pirates made him do was shameful.
He had not had sex again since that day, just wanked a lot to pornography. Maybe I should shell out for a whore when we get to New Heidi, he thought to himself, ...I just need to get laid. Streek looked down at his comics again.
"Coffee, coffee, coffee."
"Hey what are you doing? I told you to stay in the workshop." said Ben annoyed.
'Who the hell is he talking to?' Streek wondered as he looked up, his eyes went wide and he let out a gasp.
There was another Ben in the room. Ben was still standing at the counter with the coffee cup in his hand and there was another identical Ben by the doorway.
"I don't take orders from clones!, did you take the last of the coffee?" said the Ben by the door.
"You're the clone, you idiot."
"Hey, that's my coffee cup, give it here."
"Fuck off, go back to the workshop!"
"Ben?" said Streek puzzled.
Both of them turned to Streek and simultaneously said "What?"
"What the fuck...?"
Streek couldn't tell them apart, they even wore the same dark blue track pants and white shirt with the band name 'Quadrilogy' emblazoned on it and both had dark rings under their eyes.
"I cloned myself, buddy" said the Ben by the door rather casually.
"I cloned myself, you're the damn clone!" said the Ben with the coffee cup.
"...and my clone doesn't seem to know that he's a clone."
"Cos' you're the clone."
"Ben?..." said Streek.
Once again both answered simultaneously, it was a little unnerving the way they did that. Streek didn't know which one was the original Ben and it seemed neither did they.
"...How the hell did you clone yourself?"
The Ben by the door looked like he was about to say something but the one with the coffee spoke first.
"I met a guy at that spacer bar in Brandona, he had a piece of Alien Tech for sale, asked me if I was interested. I got it for a steal. Turns out it was a cloning machine, took me a while to work it out."
"I bought the Alien machine in Brandona!, you were created last night!" said the other Ben.
Streek couldn't believe it, Alien Tech!. Ben had bought Alien Tech on board, it was like the shortcut all over again, Ben had acted with foolish recklessness and he kept it secret from him because he knew he would have objected.
The Federation was zealously hunting down every piece of Alien Tech out there and severely punishing those who have anything to do with it.
"Ben, you fuckin' idiot!! What have you done!!?" Streek didn't know which Ben to be pissed off at.
"I got a great deal on it man, you have any idea how valuable this kind of tech is, I had to test it out!"
"He needed some sucker to dump it off on because he knew the Feds were closing in on him. Now they're going to catch us with it and send us to the prison planet Piranese for the rest of our lives, you Cock-head!"
"Whoa, Streek, you need to relax." said one of the Bens.
"That's exactly what you told me when you were taking the shortcut, and we ended up getting the shit raped out of us! This is gunna be much worse, we'll get the shit raped out of us every day on Piranese. We need to jettison that damn machine, the sooner the better!"
"Whoa there, let's not do anything..." Ben was interrupted by a pinging alarm that signalled thirty seconds till they reach a waypoint and drop out of hyper-warp.
The Ben with the coffee cup put it down on the bench.
"If you're not a clone then you would know the name of the system we're coming up on now."
The other Ben looked at him coolly.
"It's the Moranda System, Dickhead!"
"You must have read that somewhere."
"Yeah when I set the flight plan!"
"I set the flight plan, you stupid clone!"
"I'm getting sick of this conversation" said Ben as he walked past his other self toward the cock-pit.
"Hey you better not sit in my Captains chair" called out the other Ben, going after him.
Streek pushed his cereal and his TAB away, he wasn't in the mood for them anymore. He pushed his coffee away too, he didn't need to be even more jittery. He was still furious at Ben, he was also pretty curious too.
Streek got up from the table and made his way to Bens' workshop. Ben was a messy worker, tools and parts and screws and bolts were strewn all over the several bench tops, a strange oily smell filled the air.
Then Streek saw it in the far corner, it was unmistakably Alien design. It was a large pod that stood eight feet tall, it was a silvery colour that was almost luminous and it had no straight edges at all, each curve seemed impossibly smooth.
"Wow!" Streek mouthed quietly. He slowly moved closer to it, admiring the machine, it seemed as much a piece of artwork.
Streek saw that Ben had wired up a TAB to the bulky base of the machine in order to interface with it. He must have been spending all that time in here working out how to speak with the Alien computer so that he could use the machine.
Ben was like a genius with that kind of stuff, but unfortunately he could also be a stupid risk taker.
Streek waved his hand over the TAB and a holographic text screen appeared,
"ENTER COMMAND" it read in bold green letters.
"I don't think I want a clone" said Streek to himself, I'd probably just fight with it like Ben.
Then Streek spotted a book on the floor near the alien machine, it was an old fashioned hard copy book, with paper.
He knelt down and picked it up.
"Alien Hardware unit X0064, Lab Report, Doctor Lewis Gascoyn Author." It read on the cover.
Streek flipped through the pages; Atomic Bioscan, Deep Brain Atomic Bioscan, DNA reader, Nanobotic Reconstruction, Creation of Life, Nano-Mechanical Bio-Regeneration, Civil Threat Level."
This is some kind of instruction manual" Streek thought as he flipped through it further.
Streek read Doctor Gascoyns' descriptions of the Alien machine. Apparently it takes input from three sources, a Full Body Scan, a Brain Scan and a piece of DNA. Then it needs some mass equal to the weight of the clone, any matter will do, the scientists were using bars of iron.
Billions of Nanobots then get to work inside the Pod, rearranging the atoms of the matter into a biological copy of the scanee. They even copy clothing and equipment, experience and memories.
Streek saw the result in the mess room, no wonder the clone thought it was the original, it had all of Bens' memories.
Most wondrous about the machine was how it was able to grant the clone life. It seemed the scientists had barely scratched the surface of finding out how it works.
A bold heading caught Streeks' attention "Making Modifications to the Clone". He read on and discovered that there was a way to change the chromosomes in the clone during the nano construction process. This could theoretically 'fix' genetic defects of the scanee and make the clone of superior genetic health.
Streeks' interest had peeked when he read that it would be a simple matter to change the gender chromosomes of the clone. A smile crept over Streeks lips.
"My own female clone." he said to himself. I would create her, so she would belong to me. I'll keep her on the ship and I can fuck her whenever I want.
Streek was getting exited about it now, he waved his hand over the TAB connected to the Alien machine.
"ENTER COMMAND" it read. Streek flipped though the book and then typed in "INITIALISE".
"BEGINNING BIOSCAN" A small round globe popped out of the base of the machine and a light passed through Streek from head to toes.
"That's pretty freaky." said Streek.
"BEGINNING BRAINSCAN" said the words on the screen. A bright light shone in Streeks eyes and then everything went black.
Streek slowly came around again. What had happened? What did the brain scan do to him?.
First he noticed he was in a small, enclosed space, somehow he had gotten into the Pod, though it was open at the front. Then he saw himself standing in front of him.
He was still a little drowsy as he watched himself watching him, it was like a mirror. 'My clone' he thought, but wasn't his clone supposed to be female?.
"Damn, it didn't work" he murmured, but his voice seemed different.
"No. it looks like it worked pretty well to me" said his clone "You're not half bad."
"What?" Streek rubbed his head, he had a mild headache.
The other Streek came closer and grabbed his chest, it immediately felt different, it felt strange. The other Streek had hold of the big breasts that were attached to his chest.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" said Streek reeling back in shock. He looked down at himself, there really were a pair of big round boobs sticking out in front of him under his vest and T-shirt.
"Easy girl, just calm down!" said the other Streek.
"GIRL?" Streek cried out in shock, he immediately moved his hands down to his crotch and was horrified to find that he couldn't feel his dick and balls.
"NO!" he cried out. This can't be happening!"
"Hey just relax, you're gunna be all right."
"This machine was supposed to make a female for me, not turn me into one!"
"You're just a little confused 'cause you got my memories, come and have a seat, let me get you something" the other Streek smiled and offered his hand.
"No, get the fuck away from me!" Streek pushed past him as he got out of the Pod. His other self stood a little taller than him, had he shrunk?
He looked down at himself again and shook his head.
"I can't believe I'm the fuckin' girl clone!"
The other Streek put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Streek immediately knocked it away
"No, get your hands off of me, I know exactly what you want, you think I'm going to be your sex slave."
"No, come on baby, it's not like that" said the other Streek smiling "...Come on, just have a seat and calm down."
"No, Fuck you!" Said Streek and he started running. He ran right out of the workshop, his new big breasts bouncing in front of him as he went.
Out in the mess room it seemed Bens' arguing with his clone had developed into a fist fight, but he didn't stop to watch. Streek ran down the corridor and into his quarters, he could hear his other self calling after him.
Streek closed the door and put in the command on the console to lock it. He slumped down against the door and let out a groan, what had he done?
He moved his hands up to his boobs, they were a proper handful, he lifted each one, feeling the weight of them.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he said softly to himself, surprising himself again that his voice was different.
There was a banging on the door behind him and his voice came from the other side, at least how he used to sound.
"Hey open up the door, come on baby don't freak out!"
"No piss off, and don't call me baby!"
"Come on, I just want to talk to you, I won't try anything, promise."
Streek didn't believe it 'I would create her so she would belong to me. I'll keep her on the ship and I can fuck her whenever I want.' He had thought that himself, he will try and rape me, that's what I was going to do.
Streek shuddered, I'm not going to let that bastard touch me. Then he thought it weird that he was thinking that about himself.
'Perhaps I can reason with myself, explain what happened' he thought about it for a bit 'No, he would put his hand on my leg and say "You're just confused because you got my memories, now let me stick my dick in you!"
"Come on open up, It's my room." called Streek from outside the door.
Streek ignored him and got up off the floor. At the opposite end of the room there was a ninety eight centimetre rectangular view screen. It could be used as a window displaying what was outside, but there would be nothing to see but black if they were in hyper-warp.
Streek assumed that they had jumped out of the Moranda system by now, though he didn't feel it.
Currently the view screen was cycling through various 3D posters of hot, scantily-clad young women, as he had set it to do. Streek approached the view screen, he had to see.
"Set Mirror." he gave the voice command. The smiling blonde bimbo disappeared and a 3D image of another girl came up on the screen, she was wearing Streeks' clothes and was standing in his room and seemed to have a surprised expression on her face.
"Fuck me!" said Streek, taking in his new appearance. His hair was the same, brown and straight, coming down to his shoulders, the long hair seemed to suit the feminine face he now had.
His eyes were the same too, a deep dark brown. He rubbed his chin, It had been rough with stubble earlier, now it was smooth and hairless.
The image in the mirror looked like it could be his sister, if he had one. A female version of me, he thought to himself.
He was still wearing the clothes he had put on this morning, the brown vest he always wore and the black DVDA T-shirt under that, but now his fat melon breasts were pushing out from underneath it.
He also had his grey, pocketed spacer pants and comfortable sneakers on, though they now seemed loose and the pants were too long.
"Display height and weight" Streek commanded. A bright light quickly flashed from the wall and then numbers appeared on the screen.
"Height: 162cm, 5'02", Weight: 66kg"
"Drakk!, I have shrunk." He used to be Five foot four.
The big breasts kept drawing his attention as he looked at his reflection. He could feel the weight of them on his chest. He took off his vest and then slowly lifted his shirt until it was up over his boobs.
He stared at his big bare boobs in the mirror for a while. They were perfect, big and perfectly round with cute pink nipples, if he were still male, the sight of them might have made him hard.
"Uh... display boob... um.. display bust size" he commanded. Another flash came from the wall and then "Bust: 34DD" was displayed on the screen.