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.

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.

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.

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.

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