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Love N Sex in Hydrobase	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three more weeks pass. I swing by Tracer’s door and knock, the reply of ‘Come in’ has me pass through the door. I freeze, rooted to the spot. Cuddled in Tracer’s arms is a tiny form that is.. wait, what is it doing? The well formed breast not occupied by the little being catches my optics.

“Uhm…” I manage to utter.

“This is Charise, the sparkling I’ve had within me for over a month. I’m just feeding her.” Tracer states.

“Um?” I ask, dumbfounded, staring at that breast like I will never see the likes again.

“Goodness Shark, you act like you not seen such a thing before.” Tracer teases.

“Uh huh.” I nod dumbly.

Tracer has the decency to blush. “Oh.” a pause, “Well then, I hope it’s not too overwhelming Shark.” she pulls the little form away and sets her in her lap. She picks up her chest armor and snaps it into place, this covers what has me entranced, which snaps me out of it.

“Primus, I’m so embarrassed. I swear I didn’t mean to stare sis.” I profess, cuz to me she was like a sister. Even if she wasn’t a triple changer. I never even thought of her in a sexual light.

“It’s okay, Shark. I should be careful about asking who’s at the door before letting them in here.” she muses.

“Uhm, yeah, good idea.” I quip with a smile. “Oh uhm before I forget, here’s those data chips you wanted.”

She takes them and nods, “Thanks. It’ll be nice to at least show her the Father she has yet to meet in person.”

“He’ll come home, have hope.” she nods, I continue, “I better get going though, patrol time with Ursa.”

“Safe voyage bro.” she murmurs.

And so I leave, knowing full well I am going to be friendly with my shaft after patrol.

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Weeks pass into months. Tracer is showing Charise around base, introducing her to all the staff. Cute little thing has taken to calling me Unkie Sharkie. I have to wonder if Smokescreen would have felt pride at his little girl giving everyone nicknames, hugging us around the legs, walking and all that. I sure feel it, and she’s not even my child.

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More months pass. Charise is officially of adult size though still living with Tracer. I feel so bad for them. Smokescreen has been absent for so long now. Him and Barracuda had gone missing from the mission. The others had come home badly hurt with a story that sent chills down the cerebral spine assembly. Maybe Tracer had been right back when she said she couldn’t feel him. He could be dead. So could Barracuda. For me it was hard too. My sister was trying so hard to hide her pain. Coupled with losing her spark mate she had lost a friend in Barracuda. They had been close.

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Again with that kissing game the Commander makes us do. As much of a thrill it was the first time for me, my spark just wasn’t in it. But I had to cuz it made the Commander happy and the distraction would be good for the spark. So here I sit, dreading being here. Kiss one comes early. It’s just like kiss three from last year. Has to be the same femme. This femme gets me out of the dreads by the time she’s done. Nearly five minutes pass and the next kiss, well, it’s on the cheek. Short, sweet, innocent. I wonder if this is my niece Charise giving me the affectionate cheek kiss she gives to mechs she likes. Its kiss three that snaps me out of my thoughts of Charise. A lot like number two from last year. Firm, soft, but with more lip action and a hint of tongue. A faint scent of cyber estress comes off her. Couple that will miss first kiss, I’m aroused. She’s gone after her time is nearly over. Thank Primus for that.

I became familiar with my shaft once I’m able to get back to my room. Knowing what pressure is needed and where helps me through a surge. Followed by two more, spaced out enough I recover between each. Tired, I lay back on the recharge berth, shaft retracting. I allow my body to slip into recharge.

A knock jerks me out of my dreamless slumber. I’ve only rested a couple hours according to my internal chronometer. Another knock, then “Shark? Can I come in?” Tracer’s voice filters in.

“Yeah.” I mumble, neural net being slow and cranky from a long day and little rest.

She comes in as I remain on the recharge berth. As the door closes I swear I hear a soft moan. Then I hear something metal thunk to the floor. Before I can even look over to see what that was about I feel and see her crawl next to me and look at me with this urgent need in her optics.

“I need your help.” her voice husky, soft, lips so close to my own I can just about taste her. The smell of cyber estress rolling off of her, “You smell so good.”

I hadn’t cleaned up after my foray of self pleasuring so this was my fault. “Help how?” I ask, fully realizing she is straddling me.

“I need to get off so bad. Would you do that?” Just could use your fingers.” she suggests, fingers stroking over my chest.

“Yeah, sure.” I agree, “What do you need me to do?”

She shifts off me, turning around and settling her back against my chest. Then taking my hands, she guides them around and down. I cannot see where she’s moving them exactly. But she explains as she shifts her body a little more, setting her legs outside mine and pushes the fingers on my dominant hand against something hot and wet.

“Rub there and don’t stop unless I tell you do so, okay?” she murmurs, moving her hands away to slide them against my sides.

“All right.” I reply. So I begin slowly, stroking index and middle fingers against metal that’s hot, wet, and oddly pliable.

“Mmm” she sighs softly.

I use my other hand to explore above my fingers. Trying to get a mental picture by touch alone of this area she’s having me rub.

Her hands slide over my hips, back pressing against my chest. A little moan given, softly instructing, “Faster.”

I do as she bids me. Not denying the smell of her is getting me aroused again. Finger stroking faster into the pliable, heated wetness.

“Oh yes. Like that.” she gasps, shivering against me, the smell increasing.

I have to shut down my own vocorder to keep myself from groaning audibly. My other hand joining in to add to what I hope is helping her. Alternating between hands, changing up how hard or soft, fast or slow I am rubbing. I feel her press more into me, fingers flexing into my hip armor. Violently shuddering then a long, drawn out moan comes out of her. My fingers and hands feel heated fluid coat them. Fingers feel a flexing of pliable parts against them. I don’t stop, keeping to my task.

“Mm, Shark, faster and harder please.” she moans out.

I silently groan, mouth opening but no sound escaping me. Every bit of my shaft is pressing against her lower back, just achingly hard and in desperate need for release. Her smell is driving my arousal, as is the sound of her pleasure. I have to refocus myself, trying to just push my need out of my mind.

Tracer shudders harder, fingers digging further into my hip armor. Head thrashing side to side and arching back as she screams in pleasure. More heated fluids flow past my fingers and palms. Then tilting her head back a bit more, optics shining brightly, she says, “You can stop now.”

Moving my fingers away, I lift my hands to glance at them coated with glowing fluid, it looks a bit like energon. As Tracer sits up, shifting her legs between mine, I dare inhale the scent of that which is upon my fingers. Silently groaning.

Tracer gasps as she looks down at my painfully erect shaft. “May I..” she looks up at me, meeting my optics, “.. would you let me touch you?”

I have to reboot my vocorder to speak, the voice that comes out is so much deeper, huskier than it usually is that it takes me by surprise, “Tracer, the only mech you ask that of will be Smokescreen.” I thumb her chin lightly, pausing to wonder how I gained that deeper tone at that moment, “Touching you like I have, even when you obviously needed it and trusted me to do so, that is all that should occur… must occur. As much as I care for you, I could not live with myself if I gave in to my baser needs only to have to explain to him why I did that.”

She nods in understanding, shifting off the berth. Turning then placing a tender kiss to my forehead, then bidding me a soft, “Thank you my loving brother.” Then with two strides away, she stops to pick up something from the floor. I realize it was her waist armor as it snaps back into place. She’s out the door in four more strides.

I sigh and just tend to that straining, heated shaft. Able to get a few surges out of it before I drift back into rest mode.
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