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Chapter 3- Angela

Ratchet strolled towards the locker room, Sasha closely on his tail. “I know I was going for the transformer, but you didn’t have to shoot me in the leg. Five times.” He dropped his equipment pack down on the bench, typing the code into his locker. He reached into his locker retrieving an ice pack, pulling on the rubber lip that cover his neck he placed the ice pack to the sore area, massaging the place where Sasha had got a little ‘playful’ the night before.
“Yeah I didn’t. But it sure was fun” Sasha replied with a sly grin.
“Nice” He replied.
Sasha closed her locker, walking behind him and draping her arms over his muscled shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek. Tugging lightly on his tail she ran her hand along the length of the furry appendage, finally breaking their bond when she reached the puffy tip. “See you later, fuzzball” She left the locker room, her hips swaying as she went.
Ratchet placed his helmet back into his locker. He suddenly jumped in surprise; his picture of Sasha had been stolen once again. And in its place lay a note. He removed the note, it read ‘Ratchet, I know what you have been doing with Sasha. Get to the frozen wastelands on Greblin, Bogon at 12 midnight tonight if you want to remain in the Galactic Military for more than 2 seconds. If not, enjoy your meeting with the Galactic Pres next Tuesday. A.’
Ratchet crumpled the note in his gauntleted hand; he didn’t know the identity of the thief. But even if he did confronting them would only worsen the situation, for now he must comply with their demands. He looked at his watch, if he was to make it to Greblin in time he would have to leave now. He gathered his armour and a blaster together, loading it into his ship. He plopped down into the pilot’s seat, starting the engine; he brought the ship about flaring out of the hanger.

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A thin shroud of white covered the windscreen of Ratchet’s fighter. He trekked through the icy wasteland. Standing on the tip of an icy bank, before him laid an untamed frozen wasteland alive with Leviathans and Y.E.T.I’s, both looking for a free lombax lunch. Ratchet watched two of them as they punched and scraped each other, fighting over a scrap of frozen meat that stained the pure white layer of snow with rose red blood. The first punched the second one straight across the jaw. The creature recoiled back a few steps, as it shook its head clear, groaning in anger. It suddenly charged the first, knocking him to the ground biting and clawing at whatever its claws and teeth came into contact with. Ratchet became so encapsulated in watching the two in their primal fight for claim of a piece of meat that was slowly being swallowed by the snow as a fresh layer covered the landscape, he didn’t notice the creature approach behind him.
He turned in time for the Y.E.T.I’s fist to make contact with his visor, knocking him down the bank, gathering snow on his exposed fur as he rolled. When he hit the bottom of the hill he scrambled to his feet, rifle raised. The Y.E.T.I roared down at him, charging down the bank towards him. He fired his blaster clipping the creature in the shoulder; it collapsed in the snow a few feet away from him. The creature raised its snow covered horns shaking the thin layer off him. The Y.E.T.I snarled at Ratchet, but Ratchet still held his weapon, raised ready to strike the beast to the ground once again. The Y.E.T.I turned and stomped its way through the snow, defeated.
Ratchet lowered his gun, proud in his victory, until. A loud crack rang through the ice field as Ratchet collapsed into the snow. Behind him stood a dark figure, their eyes burning a sky blue light that pierced the white sheet of the blizzard. The figure grabbed hold of Ratchet’s leg, effortlessly dragging his limp body through the snow, leaving a thin trail through the undisturbed sheet of white snow that shrouded the terrain.

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Ratchet awoke in a room far warmer than the ice fields he had been in mere minutes ago. He scanned the darkened room, searching for his mysterious attacker. He slipped off the raised platform that he sat upon, his keen military mind thinking up potential strategies. Overhead lights snapped on, illuminating the area. Ratchet jumped, staring into blue pale walls. He looked around the room; it appeared to be someone’s bedroom- closet, bed, lamp. The windows shined with the white sheet of snow that encapsulated the rest of the frozen wasteland. The door into the cool room opened, a figure concealed behind a dark robe stepped out of the shadows, their eyes shielded by the shroud of darkness that hung from their hood. “Finally awake I see. You know I always thought when I finally caught you it would be more of a challenge. And a lot more fun. You just made it too easy for me”.
“Alright, what exactly is this going on? You lure me to Greblin, knock me out and drag me here. Who are you and why do you want me here?” The figure visibly stiffened, a smile growing across their exposed red lips.
“Oh this is sweet…” They clasped the rim of their hood, flicking the fabric back over their head. A flow of golden blonde hair erupted from the dark confines.
“Angela?!!?” She smirked at his stunned expression.
“Yes Ratchet”
Ratchet’s expression turned from stunned to annoyed. “Alright. So what was so important you simply couldn’t call me?”
Angela walked across the room, her cloak sashaying as she walked. She reached into her dresser draw, retrieving a small purple cube. She leant against the dresser as she threw it across the room to Ratchet. He caught it, and upon closer examination the cube turned out to be a camera. “I know what you did with Sasha, Ratchet”
Ratchet jumped in surprise. “How do you know that?”
She smirked that slithery feminine smirk women had for when they knew something you didn’t. “Oh, a girl has her ways” She leant her head on her shoulder, in her innocent little pose that simply said ‘I seduced the guards to get in’. “But that’s irrelevant right now. What I want Ratchet….” She trailed off mid-syllable. Reaching for the ties of her cloak she yanked them apart. “I want you, to do to me, what she did to you”
Her cloak slipped down her slender form, revealing her frilly black lingerie that disguised her youthful beauty. “I want you to use that camera, and record everything I do for you” She extenuated the final words. “And I mean everything”. She approached the bed, her hips swaying sexily as she went. She mounted the bed, crawling forward on her knees, claws presented in some feline show of lust. “Maybe if you’re a good little lombax and you play nice, I’ll let you in on the fun. Maybe.”
Ratchet brought the camera up to his eye, more than happy to comply with her strange requests. Angela shot him an evil sneer, ready to put on a show. She raised her arms above her head, stringing her fingers together. A flash emanated from Ratchet as he snapped the first of many pictures that preserved this memory forever. Angela lowered her arms to her sides bringing them up to the rim of her dark lingerie, pulling the skimpy garment down the form of her breast at a teasingly slow speed. He could see the top of the pink circle of her perky nipple just starting to be revealed, but Angela was going too take her time and savour the look on Ratchet’s face that just said ‘Will you hurry up and drop the damn thing already!’ And Angela was. Another flash of light bathed her form, capturing the moment for all eternity.
When Angela was sure he had seen enough she pulled the skimpy garment back up, adjusting it so it snuggled against her orbs. She patted the bottom of her garment, ensuring it was safely in place. She ran her right hand lightly across her chest, her left reaching around the back to the tie of her scanty piece of clothing. He heard a sharp click, and immediately his military voice in his head said ‘Gun in your back. GET DOWN!’ But this was quickly drowned out by another voice that said ‘You’re in! Go Man, Go!’
She brought her hands up under the fabric, breaking the bond which held it to her breasts. With nothing to hold back the inevitable fall of gravity the garment fell lightly upon the floor. As Ratchet’s gaze followed the fabric as it fell he slowly raised his gaze upward over Angela’s body once more. Past her slender legs, past her taut stomach. “Nearly there” he thought. He finally laid his eyes upon her covered breast; her only defence was her palms that still concealed her nipples. Angela jiggled her breasts, opening her fingers and closing them around her pert nipples.
Ratchet watched as Angela began to really enjoy her one women show more than she had before. She closed her eyes, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over her now erect nipples. She screeched in ecstasy as the jolts of pleasure ran through her. As the delight began to subside, and she finally decided it was time to stop teasing Ratchet. She lowered her hands to the bottom of her breasts, bouncing the mounds of flesh and giving Ratchet a clear view of her pink nipples. The familiar flash of the camera reflected off the light blue walls. “That’s going in my ‘personal’ collection” Angela smiled at the control she had now obtained over her furry companion. As long as she kept feeding him what he wanted; she would get what she wanted.
She pulled on some invisible line as she made some ‘come here’ gesture with her finger. Ratchet set the camera down on the table as he slowly stepped towards her, his eyes wide as though he was being hypnotized by the gentle giggle of her furry breasts, his feet trailing lazily across the carpeted floor, moving him ever closer. As he placed his knees on the bed the field that kept him hypnotized to follow Angela’s orders suddenly disbanded, his eyes suddenly sharpened with an evil smirk as he lunged towards her. Tackling her to the bed Ratchet assaulted Angela’s lips, violently forcing his tongue past the white barrier of her teeth. Drawing on his experience from the night before he tried to draw on whatever heavenly power had given him the skill to make Sasha squeal like a stuck Tyrannoid the night before.
Angela eventually stood down as he forced his tongue into her mouth, his salvia creating a cocktail of flavour as it mixed with hers. A groan of pleasure escaping Angela’s lips as her eyes rolled back in her head, her eye lids fluttering shut as she was swept up in the overwhelming pleasure of the encounter. He had hit the mark. Angela pulled back, gasping for the breaths that Ratchet had sucked clear of her lungs, she spoke through forced gasps. “Wow! You’ve done this before” Ratchet began to maul his own jumpsuit, with some assistance from Angela as he tried to remove the clothing that clung rebelliously to his skin. Discarding his outer layer and now clad only in his boxers he resumed mauling Angela herself, as they were now on even ground.
As he pushed back more forcefully Angela leant back onto the bed, her legs being thrown up into the air before slamming back down and springing back up on the bouncy bed. Ratchet detached himself from Angela’s mouth with a wet pop, now focusing on her breasts as he felt the small perky nipples pressing into his chest. As he leant down and scooped one of the pink nubs up into his mouth he began to suckle at the teat. Angela simply laid back, content on letting Ratchet wrest control from her. Ratchet slipped the nipple between his teeth, sucking at the tiny pebble through clenched jaws. Ratchet began to move his teeth back and forth, attempting to stimulate the sensitive nub.
It had the desired effect as Angela thrust her chest forward in a desperate attempt for Ratchet to keep moving lower. Ratchet then detached himself from Angela’s right breast; leaning across the suck any supposed flavour from the left nub. He circled his tongue around the base of the nipple, sucking away at the tip before returning to licking away at the tip in an endless cycle of rotation.
Eventually he decided to continue his journey southwards, licking a trail down her taut stomach, finally arriving at his destination. One last piece of clothing acted as the final barrier for Angela’s womanhood. Yet they offered little protection against Ratchet’s muscled arms as he pulled the skimpy garment down her long athletic legs. He slowly worked his way back up, rubbing his arms up and down her legs massaging the taut muscles. Ratchet leaned his face closer and closer to her glowing sex, blowing a small puft of air on her cunt. Angela shivered in an uncontrolled spasm. Ratchet licked at her dripping sex, lapping up whatever liquids spilled forth. He used his thumb and index finger to open up her delicate hole even further and allow his tongue access to her deeper folds. Licking in circles he tasted every hole, every crevice she had to offer. Angela gasped with each stolen breath as she pushed up into Ratchets face, desperately trying to force Ratchet’s tongue deeper into the unexplored territory of her sex. Ratchet swirled his tongue, changing direction every few seconds in order to spice up the experience.
Ratchet suddenly ripped his tongue clear of Angela’s cunt, his tongue burning against the frozen air. Ratchet slowly crawled up Angela’s slender supple form, riding her stomach like a jockey. Angela’s face beamed when she saw his rod, pressing against the tight confines of his boxers. Angela reached forward and flinged his boxers into an unknown corner of the room with the rest of their discarded clothes. Ratchet spared no time to admire the view as he began ploughing violently into Angela’s dripping pussy. Angela squealed with delight as Ratchet ripped her innocence from her, tears spilled down her cheeks and her lips clamped tightly around his enlarged rod. With each thrust Angela could feel the pleasure build, tasting the very essence of lust as Ratchet ravaged her body. But Ratchet wanted to prolong the experience, and too do so he went to extreme lengths. He brutally ripped his knob clear of her warm confines, his barbed penis tearing Angela’s insides to shreds as she collapsed her head back onto the pillows, throwing her hands at her sore nether regions.
Ratchet began to clamber up her slender athletic body, rubbing his knob passed her taut stomach and scraping it against her firm bouncing breasts. As he propped his knees on the pillows, he felt her hard nipples scraping against his taut ass cheeks as he tail glided and tickled across Angela’s tight stomach. As Angela opened her eyes she was greeted by Ratchet’s cock, soaked with her own juices. Her full lips parted as Ratchet inserted his tool into her waiting mouth; Angela instinctually began to pump his knob for all it was worth. Her taste still hung from his cock as her own fluids dripped from the rod, mixing with her saliva as her tongue swam across her lover’s package that now resided in the burning confines of her mouth. Ratchet’s head hung back as he was washed up in the pleasure created by Angela’s skilful tongue hitting every one of his sweet spots, one by one. A gleam formed in Angela’s eyes as a kinky idea suddenly spawned in her mind. She closed her jaw around his penis, her sharp fangs biting down on his knob. Ratchet jumped at the abrupt pressure on his sensitive organ, but overall his lust was doubled by his lover’s actions that drove him to the next level in their little game of Cat and Mouse. Only this time Ratchet was the cat and he enjoyed chasing his little mouse around. But the true joy came in the kill, for both parties.
As Angela focused on sucking Ratchet’s tool dry he began to turn, detaching his knob from her mouth in the process as he turned on the axis of his knob, rotating on an invisible turnstile to revolve into a 69 position over Angela, which was not as easy as anticipated as Angela was at least a head taller in length than Ratchet was, and he was forced to reach for his prize. Ratchet lapped away at the fresh juice that spilled forth from Angela’s cum soaked pussy. The sweet liquid a sex drug that drove Ratchet to drink at whatever she had to offer. Ratchet suddenly began to nip at Angela’s delicate folds, and that was all that was required to drive them both over the edge. Their combined screeches resonating through the room. Ratchet’s sperm dripping from Angela’s overflowing mouth as Angela’s cum drizzled from her hole and drenched the light blue sheets. Ratchet collapsed on top of Angela, Angela choking to swallow the rest of Ratchet’s cum.
Ratchet climbed back up Angela as he lay on top of her fluffy melons feeling the silk soft fur tickle his nipples. Angela panted “Wow, you really know how to please a girl” Ratchet simply stared at her face. He leaned forward and licked at the fur of her face like a mother cleaning her cub. He stopped to stare into her surprised eyes, expecting a response. But Angela simply mimicked his action as they cleaned each others faces of the aftermath of their shared love.
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