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Chapter 6- The Great Escape

Ratchet pressed himself against the polished metal wall of the corridor, his keen feline ears listening through the looming silence for any potential sound in the looming silence, listening for the rhythmic clank of the Galactic Rangers metal boots as they patrolled through the labyrinth of corridors which honeycombed the interior of the Starship Phoenix. The corridor remained silent, Ratchet dared to poke his head around the corner, their path ahead appeared clear. Ratchet stepped out into the open corridor, keeping his blaster held tightly in his hands. Ratchet motioned Sasha and Angela forward, his accomplices following closely in his step as they advanced.
Ratchet finally reached the end of the hallway, the tight corridor opened out into the vast emptiness of the Phoenix’s main hanger bay. The hanger appeared devoid of the army of technicians and Galactic Rangers who patrolled the spacious room during operation. Ratchets fighter hovered idly at the far end of the hanger bay.
Ratchet and his companions swiftly covered the distance across the vast hanger in moments, each of them occasionally glancing over their shoulders just to satisfy their building fears that no one was behind them. The three of them stood before of the craft, a serene glowing field blanketed the ship in a tranquil blue cloud, securely holding. Ratchet activated the ship’s canopy, stepping up onto the fighter’s wing he leapt into the pilot’s seat. He activated the ships systems in order one by one, the engines whirred to life beneath him, the fighter rising off of the hanger deck. The ships systems suddenly faltered, the engines whirring deadly just before they reached their required threshold, the craft falling back onto its hover jets to keep it from smashing into the deck. Ratchet poked his head out of the cockpit. “The engines are locked down”
“I’ve got it” Sasha circled around the fighters’ nose, approaching the hanger console built into the deck just off of the fighter’s wing. Sasha typed out a series of commands into the console, searching for the required authorization codes, she just needed a little more time.

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Galactic Federation Captain Hunter Torn sat in the command chair on the bridge of the Starship Phoenix. After the previous Captain had been forced to relinquish her position Torn had accepted temporary command of the Galactic Federation flagship. Torns first assignment as Captain was the prison transfer of the convict ‘Ratchet’ to one of the Federations remote mining colonies to serve out his sentence. There had been many rumours circulating amongst the crew as to the exact reason why the three time galactic hero had suddenly been condemned by the very government he had helped to preserve, some rumours had even emerged concerning the daughter of the Galactic President. Torn had decided to allow this talk to circulate as any attempt to suppress it would only enflame peoples curiosity further. However Torn was the only officer in the Federation military to know the true extent of the convicts’ crimes, in an effort to preserve the reputation of the President and the Federation he had been sworn to secrecy. With the prisoner held securely in the recently upgraded brig the operation had so far remained uneventful.
“Captain Torn” one of the Galactic Rangers operating one of the bridge command consoles turned to address his Captain.
The Cazar Captain turned in his command chair to face his subordinate. “Yes Ranger?”
“I am detecting an unauthorised engine start in the main hanger bay” the Galactic Ranger typed out commands on his console. “Activating security feed on the main viewscreen”
The blank viewscreen dominating the forward screen of the bridge suddenly erupted in a flurry of static, the interference eventually clearing to reveal a camera view of the Phoenix’s main hanger bay. The view showed the convicts fighter docked at the far end of the hanger bay. Two figures dressed in dark black cloaks, their faces concealed beneath masks, skulked around the docked ship Torn noticing a third figure sitting in the pilot’s seat.
Torn growled deeply in his alien throat, his hands tightening around the arms of his command chair. “Dispatch the Galactic Rangers. Apprehend the convict before he escapes”
“Sir, what about his accomplices?” asked the Galactic Ranger.
Captain Torn stared at the viewscreen with burning fire in his eyes. “They released the convict from his cell and are aiding in his escape from Galactic Federation custody, they are expendable”

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Sasha activated the final system in the hanger control console. “Alright” Ratchets fighter faltered and wavered in the air as the restraints disengaged. “The ship is released; let’s get out of here before they realize you are not still sitting in your comfy prison cell”
Sasha quickly ran around to the other side of the fighter she leapt onto the wing to drop into the co-pilots seat, only to find her partner in crime already occupying the seat. “Sorry Sasha” Angela clapped her hands against her thighs. “You will have to sit in my lap for now” Sasha stepped down into the cockpit, manouvouring herself down into Angela’s lap, the space surprisingly snug. “The one disadvantage of having a two-seater fighter”
Ratchet gripped the fighters control column tightly in his hands. “Hold on tight” the craft levitated off of the deck, turning 180 degrees the ship blazed out of the hanger bay into the dark emptiness of space.

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“The convict’s ship has taken off from the hanger” the bridge officer reported.
Captain Torn slammed his fist against the armrest of his command chair. “Fire the main cannons, cripple the fighter’s engines. Do not allow him to escape!”
“Wilco, sir” the Ranger returned to his computer terminal. “Charging forward cannons”

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“Ratchet” Sasha yelled, pulling Ratchets attention towards the ships instruments. “The Phoenix’s laser batteries are locked onto us. They’re preparing to fire!”
The Phoenix’s cannons tracked their target across the vastness of space. The batteries opened fire in a flurry of laser bolts. The first barrage was absorbed by the fighters shield, the second barrage was evaded by Ratchets piloting skills, and however Ratchet knew he would not be able to evade them forever.

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The Phoenix’s bridge viewscreen projected the view of one of the Phoenix’s exterior cameras, watching as the convict’s ship evaded the Phoenix’s laser fire.
“How does the pursuit fare?” Torn ordered an update on the pursuit, each word growled in his alien throat.
“The convict’s ship has taken several strikes, his shields must be almost depleted” the Galactic Ranger responded. “The engines will not survive long under this barrage”
“Captain Torn” another of his bridge staff motioned for his attention. “Someone is attempting to initiate communications, bringing it up on the main viewscreen”
The viewscreen split, half displaying the exterior camera view and the other half displaying blank static as a connection was established. “This is Galactic Federation Captain Torn. Identify yourself”
The interference slowly began to clear. “Sorry Captain Torn” a confident smile grew across Ratchets face. “But I am afraid you are going to have to be a better shot than that to stop me”
Torn rose high in his command chair, his posture straightening to radiate his authoritative tone. “Under the authority of the Galactic Federation I am placing you under arrest. Return to the Starship Phoenix or I will be forced to destroy your ship”
Ratchet smirked. “I admit that I may not be able to match your firepower. But remember that I served aboard that ship, and I know that even the Phoenix would have a hard time attempting to keep pace with a Gravimetric Warp Drive. You would lose my trail in a second”
Captain Torn sat back in his chair. “Dare to escape if you can, there is no place in the Federation you can hide that I cannot find you. And I will find you”
“Well then I guess I will just take my two companions” Sasha and Angela appeared on the viewscreen, their masks removed and their identities revealed. “And find somewhere beyond your all seeing gaze”
Torn snapped upright “Frak” he cursed, turning to face one of the Galactic Rangers. “Cease fire, cease fire!” Torn rose to his feet. The Galactic Rangers typed out a series of commands on their consoles, the intense barrage of cannon fire suddenly ceased. Torn turned to face Ratchet, his lips curled back, exposing his bladed teeth. “The President will not allow you to get away with kidnapping his daughter” he spat the words like a curse. “He will bring the entire force of the Galactic military down on top of you”
“Whoever said I was kidnapped?” Sasha retorted. “Tell my father I said ‘Hi’” Sasha smiled sweetly.
“Ladies, say goodbye to Captain Torn” Ratchet smirked with animalistic confidence.
“Bye, bye Captain Torn” Sasha and Angela spoke in unison; they each leant forward and pressed their lips against the screen. The connection went blank, the Phoenix’s exterior cameras watching as the convict’s fighter made best speed out of the system.
Torn fell back into his command chair, his eyes closed. The exchange was over. Torn dropped his fist against the armrest of his command chair, with his left hand he rubbed his fingers across his temples, easing the sudden wash of tension which had overtaken him. “Get me Galactic Control”

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Ratchet piloted the fighter through the dark void of space, the perpetual silence after the incident aboard the Phoenix was broken only by Sasha asking the question they were all pondering. “So where CAN we go from here?”
Ratchet smiled smugly, turning to his partners in crime. “Well you heard Captain Torn. There is nowhere we can hide in the Solana galaxy anymore”
Angela interjected. “So I guess we’ll have to find a new galaxy to hide in”

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Rain pelted the glass window of the Presidential Office overlooking the grounds of the Galactic Palace on Marcadia, thunder tearing the sky asunder with a harsh crash.
The Galactic President stared out over the Palace gardens. “Have you made any progress towards finding my daughter?”
Galactic Federation Captain Torn stood in front of the President’s desk. “We continued to track the ship for as long as possible. The convicts’ last trajectory as he left the Phoenix’s sensor range indicated that the ship was heading towards the Bogon Galaxy, sir. But I am afraid that we were unable to pursue them further as-”
The President turned sharply, his bladed teeth accompanying the primal roar of rage which resonated through his alien throat. “They kidnapped my daughter!” the President slammed his fists against the desk, a thunderous crash to rival the lightning tore through the silence of the office. “I want you to find the animals that took her!”
Torn choose his next words carefully. “Sir, I am afraid that it appears that your daughter is travelling with the convict willingly”
“She is blinded by her own naivety” the President sat down into his chair; placing his head into his hands he rubbed his temples deeply. He looked up into the face of Captain Torn. “I want you to deploy all available forces to find her. Send the army, deploy a fleet. Requisition every ship in the Galactic Federation if you have too!”
“A fleet cannot pursue three people in a foreign galaxy. We only suspect that he has fled to Bogon, deploying a large scale military force without proper evidence will be considered an act of war. Ratchet is also perceived as a hero to the people of Bogon after the Protopet incident” Torn’s military mind identified the potential outcomes. “If they discover that he is being hunted they may attempt to shelter him, they may even resist our presence”
“Then what do you propose?” the President snarled. “That I just leave my daughter in the hands of that animal?”
“Of course not, sir” Torn was quick to calm the president’s fears. “It was the Phoenix and her crew who allowed him to escape. And it is I who shall reclaim him and return him to Solana to face judgement”
“Very well” the Presidents heavy eyes fell closed, his head falling forward. Captain Torn turned to leave. “Torn?” the Presidents words stopped him in mid-step. “Do you enjoy serving as a Captain?”
Torn turned back on his heel to face the President. “Undoubtedly, yes Mr. President. One of the greatest honours of my life has been serving in the Galactic Federation”
“Very good, Captain. But if you secure the escapee and return my daughter safely I shall personally ensure your promotion to Major in the Galactic Federation Military” a smile grew across the Presidents lips.
“Thank you sir, that is very generous of you” Torn saluted and turned to leave the office.
“But do not dare to fail” Torn heard the Presidents final words as he left, sending a chill cascading down his spine. “The Galactic Federation holds little sympathy for failure” Torn knew he spoke the truth.

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The jet black fighter blazed towards the cityscape surface of the Bogon planet wide city of Megapolis on Endako. Ratchet gently guided the craft towards the landing platform, the craft settled down onto the landing pad. The craft settled down on the landing pad, the engines gently whirring and dying. The cockpit canopy hissed open, the pilot and his companions stepping down onto the landing platform. Ratchet stretched his arms over his head, his muscles unknotting as he released the build up of tension. “Sorry about the tight squeeze” Ratchet stepped around to the nose of the craft. “But I am afraid the ship was only designed for me and Clank”
“I didn’t mind” Sasha smiled, she deviously snaked her arm around Angela’s waist. “And I don’t think she minded either”
Angela giggled. “It was cosy”

Ratchet typed the code into the door control panel. The heavy doors slid apart, the three fugitives stepping into the alien luxury of Clanks Megacorp apartment. “Wow” Sasha stepped out into the centre of the spacious apartment turning on her heel she surveyed the entire room in a 360^o view.
“Clank is out filming his latest escapade as Secret Agent Clank” Ratchet followed his companions as they stepped deeper into the apartment. “I am sure he won’t mind if we hide out here for a while”
Sasha flopped unceremoniously down onto the couch, bringing her hands up behind her head in a truly relaxed pose. “I think I’m goanna like it here”

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Several days had passed since Angela and Sasha had freed Ratchet from his cell, stolen a ship, evaded a Galactic Federation Capital ship, infiltrated the Bogon Galaxy and secured their current status as intergalactic fugitives.
Angela Cross lay splayed out on the couch, her eyes lazily following the repeat of Secret Agent Clank vs. the Dark Prince of Thrax on the holovid. Ratchet had left a few hours ago to retrieve supplies from some of the local vendors. Assuming he hadn’t fallen foul of the local authorities or been captured by intergalactic gangsters he was due back anytime soon.
The door to the bathroom opened in a flurry of steam, the warm, humid air spilling out in the rest of the apartment. The shower had been installed after Clanks apartment had become the home away from home for both Ratchet and Clank in the Bogon galaxy. Sasha stepped out into the main living/kitchen hybrid which served as the main room of Clanks spacious apartment, her torso wrapped in a clear white towel, however despite diligent drying rebellious droplets of water still clung to her exposed body.
“Enjoy your shower?” Angela asked casually over her shoulder.
“Yes, thanks” Sasha responded kindly. “Is there anything good to watch on TV?”
Angela sighed. “Just re-runs mostly”
Sasha stepped out into the centre of the apartment, turning on her heel her gaze passed across the entirety of the apartment in one rotation. “You know what I just realized” Sasha spoke out loud into the apartment.
“What’s that?” Angela asked.
“We didn’t bring any spare clothes with us to change into” Sasha admitted.
Angelas ears suddenly perked up, Sasha’s words ringing in her mind, finally something to alleviate their shared boredom. Angela retrieved the remote from the couch beside her, switching off the TV she rose to her feet and circled around the couch in one fluid motion. “Well” Angela stepped in front of Sasha, the Lombaxes superior height allowing her the advantage. Angela allowed her right hand to rise from her side slowly creeping up towards Sasha’s exposed shoulder. This however merely served as a distraction whilst her left hand silently began to creep downwards towards the hem of Sasha’s towel. “I guess we will have to make the apartment a clothes free zone” Angela’s long fingers wrapped around the hem of Sasha’s towel, sharply yanking the fabric free with one pull, the influence of gravity pulling the towel towards the ground. Sasha’s arms instinctively rose to conceal her most intimate areas from Angela’s gaze, jumping to catch the fabric just as it fluttered past her finger tips, forcing her to return to clasping her arm across her breasts in an effort to conceal them. “Angela!” Sasha screeched.
Angela pouted. “Come on Sasha; don’t get all shy on me now”
A bright crimson glow burned beneath her chocolate brown fur, her gaze leapt between Angela and the discarded towel lying at her feet contemplating the risk of attempting to lunge for the towel against her current level of embarrassment at standing bare before her partner in crime.
“Here” Angela reached up and clasped the zip at the neck of her jumpsuit, slowly drawing the zipper down between her breasts. “I’ll help you feel a little less conspicuous” the zipper reached the bottom of Angela’s stomach, she drew her fingers along the seam of her jumpsuit, opening the jumpsuit further to reveal another patch of golden yellow fur across her flat stomach. Angelas hands met the under curve of her sizeable breasts, her fingers caressing her sensitive skin as her fingers manoeuvred around the outside of her breasts, revealing her delicate orbs as she moved. Her pert nipples passed from beneath the corner of her jumpsuit, her nipples hardening at the cold breeze of the air which wafted across her bare skin.
The fabric of her jumpsuit finally passed over her shoulders, her jumpsuit slipping down her biceps under the unrelenting force of gravity. Angela slipped her arms free of her jumpsuit, reaching down to hook her fingers beneath the waistband of her jumpsuit. Angela sashayed her hips alluringly from side to side as the material of her jumpsuit crept down her well toned thighs. Angelas clothing pooled into a neat pile at her feet, she simply stepped out, standing proudly bare before her stunned partner. “There” Angela indicated herself with a flutter of her arms. “Now we’re both standing around with no clothes on”
“What if Ratchet comes back and sees us?” Sasha indicated herself. “Like this”
Angela seemed to warm to the idea. “Wouldn’t that be kinky, what if he were to walk in right now and saw us doing this” Angela stepped forward on her agile feet, her arms wrapping around Sashas shoulders, embracing the shorter girl to her bosom. “I’m sure that he would be just as eager to join us”
“Angela!” Sasha yelped in surprise, her body struggling futilely against the girls’ superior hold.
“And what would he think if he saw us touching?” Angela allowed her devilish hands to creep down Sashas back, looming on the boundary between her strong back and her well-toned rear. “Or perhaps even kissing each other” in this position however Angela could do little beyond nuzzling the tip of her nose into Sashas still damp hair.
While Sasha’s body continued to resist Angela’s hold as best she could a sense of doubt began to creep into her mind as some small part of her suddenly realized that she was actually beginning to enjoy this. Her mind eventually forced her body to silence her own impotent struggles for freedom and instead simply embrace the pleasures which Angela was inflicting upon her. Sasha suddenly stopped resisting Angelas hold, falling silent, submitting herself to Angela’s every desire.

Angela suddenly released her hold on her shorter counter-part, leaving her to stand deafly in her place. Angela smiled down at her bemused companion, gently giggling beneath her breath. “Just teasing” Sasha could not help but feel a sharp pang of disappointment seeping through her at the very thought that she would not be ravaged by Angela’s agile hands.
“Now why don’t we see what Ratchet has in his fridge, sit down on the couch and watch some reruns of Secret Agent Clank?” Angela stepped around her partner, Sasha remained firmly in place as her mind attempted to unravel precisely what had just transpired between them. Sasha turned on her heel to follow her companion, only to be greeted by an exquisite view of the tall and curvaceous Angela Cross bent over the large fridge in search of hidden goodies, Sasha could do little else but stare in thinly veiled awe. “I know he’s got something in here somewhere” even though Ratchet had spent most of his time recently in the Solana galaxy he kept the fridge stocked with cans and preserved food. Sasha had to admit that in the beginning she had been rather sceptical of the idea, but now she had to admit she was beginning to warm to the idea, and the looming threat of being discovered only enflamed her desires. “Here it is”
Angela suddenly emerged from the fridge, throwing a can to Sasha; her attuned reflexes forced her to catch the can between her hands. The cool burn of the chilled can against the bare pad of her hands reassured her this was certainly real despite her mind remaining desperate to assure her that this was in fact a reality.
Angela stepped forward and snaked her arms around Sasha’s waist. “Come on slow poke” Angela smiled at Sasha. “Don’t want you getting cold do we?” Angela did not linger for a reply, stepping around Sasha she walked over to the couch and flopped unceremoniously onto the couch. Sasha crept sheepishly around the edge of the seat, watching wordlessly as Angela plucked the remote off of the couch arm beside her, the television screen coming alive in a frenzy of colour and sound.
Sasha delicately placed herself on the far end of the couch, sipping at her drink in a vain attempt to temporarily distract herself from her growing libido. But Sasha could feel her eyes drifting and her cupped hands fidgeting, it was hard for her to become enthralled by the spectacle of Secret Agent Clank battling the Black Witch of Thessia, her mind drifting to memories of Angela’s gentle caresses and the desires Angela had unleashed within her.
As Angela drank her soda the few remaining drops of the can drizzled free and rained down upon her ample chest, staining her golden yellow fur with spots of fiery orange. In an instant Sasha’s fantasy was shattered, she could no longer maintain her facade. With a red haze in her eyes and a hunger within her she pounced like a feral creature. Clasping Angela’s shoulders in her hands she pressed her entire weight behind her, forcing her down onto the couch and pinning her beneath her. Angela’s state of surprise prevented her from resisting the other girls hold or even questioning the sudden shift of events.
“Rawr” Sasha growled in her throat, leaning forward she clasped her lips over Angela’s. In this state Angela lacked the physical leverage or even the mind necessary to resist the girls embrace. “I am the Blargian Snuggle Beast and I am here to devour you alive!”
Angela’s reality had suddenly shifted so drastically. Sasha had become so primal, so different from the calm and controlled Starship Captain who had lead the prison break from her own ship. It was dirty, and she liked it. “Oh no” Angela held her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty. “And me lying all naked and vulnerable beneath you” Angela quickly shifted herself into the fantasy. Sasha passed her hands across Angela’s athletic front, the soft caresses sending shivers through her body. “You foul beast! What will you do to me?” Angela pleaded through quivering lips.
“Whatever I wish” a devilish smile grew across Sasha’s bright pink lips at her words. “Your body is mine to play with, however I wish”

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Ratchet massaged his gloved finger tips into his temple, hoping to relieve the tension building within his head. After being chased from the Solana galaxy into the neighbouring Bogon system Ratchet was beginning to wonder whether the entire universe had descended into a spiral of madness, leaving him as the only sane construct in existence. At least now he would be able to return to the apartment and be free from the madness of the surrounding galaxy.
Ratchet activated the door control, allowing him to step into the apartment he shared with his robotic companion. Ratchet suddenly froze mid-step as his gaze met the sight laid across the sofa; his two partners in intergalactic crime were spread bare and inviting to the galaxy at large. The two girls continued their embrace unaware of Ratchets lingering presence, until he finally dared to reveal himself to them. “You two appear to be having fun”
The two bodies froze in place, the startled ‘eep’ escaping their lips carried through the now deafly silent room, both Sasha and Angela unwilling to acknowledge the voice unless it emerged not to be a mere figment of their imagination. They slowly glanced up in a perfect mirror image of eachother to meet Ratchets gaze, the bitter pang of disappointment cascaded through them as the realization dawned upon them that Ratchet had indeed discovered the pair lying on his couch, naked clasped in eachothers arms.
“Ratchet?” the name cascaded past Sasha’s lips.
“You’re back” Angela quickly finished their shared thought.
“It’s not what it looks like” Sasha quickly forced her to think on her feet.
“We were just playing a game” Angela could only listen to her mouth as the words cascaded past her lips.
Ratchet smirked. “And exactly which game requires the two of you to strip naked and jump all over my couch?”
Sasha smiled devilishly. “A very sexy game” Sasha slipped off of the couch, rising to her feet to face her male counterpart. “You can play if you want”
“Yeah” Angela rolled off of the sofa to face her companions. “I’ll play the damsel you have to save” Angela placed herself down on the sofa in the mock pose of a damsel in distress.
“And I will be the evil Mistress of Zion” a devious smile grew Sasha’s cherry red lips. “I am the one who uses her feminine wiles to seduce unsuspecting idiots into my devious lair”
“Doesn’t sound too far from you already” Ratchet sniggered beneath his breath at his own smart remark.
“Very funny Ratchet” Sasha was quick to suppress the rage building within her, her features forming serene and calm. “But it is true what I say” a devilish smile grew across her lips. “I can offer you pleasures thought unimaginable in this existence”
Ratchet sniggered beneath his breath. “That is a very tempting offer, but I am searching for something”
“What are you searching for big strong hero?” Sasha leant forward to caress the tip of her finger tip across Ratchets muscled chest. “Perhaps a way to quench the appetite of your desires”
Ratchet steeled himself. “I am looking for a girl”
“Aren’t we all” Sasha smiled.
“She’s tall, a Lombax, long blonde hair” Ratchet carefully manoeuvred through the ways to describe his female companion. “A thing for biology”
Sasha pondered for a moment. “I am afraid that I do not know who you speak of” Sasha stood before her male counterpart, placing the palms of her hands against Ratchets chest. “But perhaps I could offer you assistance in another matter” Sasha indicated the forming bulge within the pants of Ratchets jumpsuit. “Why don’t you come and sit” Sasha took Ratchets hands in hers, gently pulling at him like a stubborn mount the devious Cazar with a lingering fire in her eyes and a yearning in her chest lead him towards the couch. “Rest your weary feet” Sasha stepped aside and turned in one graceful arc to allow Ratchet to fall effortlessly down into the couch before her.
Sasha descended onto her knees before her male counterpart. Sasha stared up into Ratchets big blue eyes with a glint of desire in her eyes. “Please, allow me to take care of you”
Sasha caressed the tips of her agile fingers across the form of his jumpsuit, feeling his erect member quivering and throbbing beneath her fingers. Sasha held the release of Ratchets jumpsuit, trailing the zipper down Ratchets well toned chest and over his flat stomach, slipping his arms from within his jumpsuit his entire torso was now bare to Sasha’s hungry gaze. Sasha reached out and retrieved his growing member from within his jumpsuit, feeling the flaccid meat turning firm within her hands. Ratchets penis formed to its full length within her palm, Sasha licked her lips in eager anticipation.
Sasha slipped her tongue across the tip of Ratchets pulsating member, feeling the radiating warmth as the smooth head slipped beneath her tongue. Sasha wrapped her lips around the shaft of Ratchets cock, her tongue passing seamlessly across the smooth skin as her head bobbed up and down the long shaft. Sasha raised and lowered her lips in time with Ratchets movements, the strain of the repetitive action far outweighed by the elicit depravity of the act. Sasha could feel the end of days drawing near, feeling her partners muscles tightening at the prospect of impending release.
Sasha suddenly released the hold of her lips with a moist pop. The Lombax stared down at her with a mixture of bemusement and pleading. Sasha returned his gaze with eyes burning with fiery red passion, her desires knew no bounds. Sasha rose to her feet before Ratchet, slipping onto the couch she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck she drew his lips in for a passionate embrace. While Sasha’s lips captured his attention her hands roamed across his well formed chest, feeling the rippling muscles coursing beneath her fingers. Sasha clasped her hands over her breasts, her fingers snaking around her plump mounds while the nub of her pert nipples pressed into her palms.
Ratchet eagerly pressed his face into her chest, burying the tip of his nose into the deep valley of her heaving cleavage, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Ratchet nuzzled and kissed his way across Sasha’s well formed chest, leaving a trail of playful licks and nips across her smooth skin. Ratchet clasped his lips over the nipple of Sasha’s ample breast, the tip of his tongue caressing delicate nub of flesh beneath his moist tongue. Ratchets hands snaked around Sasha’s back, his fingers caressing the small of Sasha’s back. His adventurous hands drifted further down her back to clasp Sasha’s firm ass in the palm of his hands. Sasha could feel herself beginning to become consumed by pleasure, Ratchets lips tightened around the tip of Sasha’s right nipple, the flesh hardening beneath his stimulation. Ratchet released his lips from Sasha’s breast with a wet pop. Ratchet stared silently into Sasha’s eyes, the young Cazar girl feeling herself drift and float deeper into a serene state of pleasure.
Ratchet suddenly emerged from his faux trance, his eyes sharpening and his muscles tightening in eager anticipation of the pleasures to come. Ratchets grip tightened around Sasha’s firm buttocks as he pulled her tighter against his chest, rising to his feet he pulled Sasha into his arms, the shorter girl wrapping her legs around his waist for support. Ratchet clasped his lips over Sashas to stifle a gasp of surprise which dared to escape her lips. The material of Ratchets jumpsuit slipped down his legs and pooled at his feet, Ratchet stood out of his clothing to stand naked in the face of the two women before him. Pressing himself deeper into the kiss Ratchet turned on his heel so that he faced the couch, dropping to his knees he placed Sasha down onto the sofa before him. Ratchet thrust his palms against Sasha’s shoulders, pinning her to the cold metal sofa beneath him, his body trembled with lust in his eyes.
“You saved me” Ratchet suddenly felt a weight lowering onto his shoulders, long arms wrapped around his neck. Warm breath cascading past his ear he felt the warm touch of feminine lips across his cheek, the soft contact lingering far longer than a mere thank you. “Now” Angela’s lips turned devious, her piercing eyes turning to face Sasha. “I think it’s my turn to have my way with her”
Ratchet nodded; removing his right paw from her shoulder he opened the way for Angela, keeping his right hand pressed lightly into Sasha’s shoulder to prevent any daring attempt at escape. Angela placed her paws to Sasha’s shoulders, her long fingers wrapping around broad shoulders, securing her hold over her weak and helpless prey. Angela slipped seamlessly on top of Sasha, her thick thighs straddling either side of her closed legs. Angelas agile fingers slowly began to descend down Sasha’s well formed front, feeling Sasha’s body quiver beneath her caresses. Angelas bright red lips caressed against Sasha’s elegant swan like neck, feeling her soft fur beneath her lips. Angelas lips slipped lower across Sasha’s athletic front following the gentle rise of her ample chest before descending across the under curve of Sashas breast. Angela kissed her way across Sasha’s breast, following the valley of her cleavage between her breasts. Sasha could feel Angela drawing agonisingly close to her engorged nipples, but each time she passed so close only to draw her tongue away. Sasha suppressed a thinly veiled whimper as Angela continued to tease and torture her.
Angela finally dared to touch at Sasha’s engorged nipple, the wet tongue caressing the soft nub of flesh. Angelas dexterous fingers scurried down Sasha’s slim front, feeling the soft curve moving beneath her fingers. Angelas finger tips caressed the top of Sasha’s pussy lips, feeling the gentle warmth radiating upwards from her exposed pussy. Angelas fingers moved slowly up and down the length of her dripping pussy lips, feeling the gentle quivers and warmth which rose up from her. Angelas agile fingers finally slipped past Sasha’s outer lips, feeling her lips tightening around her finger as she dared to delve deeper inside of her. Angelas fingers writhed and curved like a serpent, caressing and exciting every nerve she touched, Sasha was finding it increasingly difficult to hold herself together.
Angela quickly realised that in becoming consumed in taking her ‘revenge’ against Sasha she had allowed herself to become blind, leaving herself vulnerable. Ratchet quickly pounced; clasping his hands across Angela’s firm buttocks he eagerly positioned himself to penetrate her. Ratchet touched the tip of his engorged manhood to Angela’s moist opening, feeling a surge of shivers cascading through Angela’s body at the unexpected contact. Ratchet pressed himself deeper into her, tensing his entire body he continued to press on despite the growing resistance to his advances.
Angela’s throat screamed with a wild concoction of pleasure and pain. Her cries were only stifled when Sasha dared to reach forward and clasped her lips against Angela’s, holding Angela’s cheeks in her hands in an effort to seal the kiss. The two acts moved effortlessly in tandem, each growing and building the pleasure of all involved until it seemed that they would be consumed by pleasure. In a desperate effort to hold him back from the brink Ratchet suddenly drew himself back from Angela’s gaping hole, the biting contrast of the cold night air burned against his skin held him back from the point of climax.
Ratchet quickly plunged himself into Sasha’s waiting pussy, his penis already slick with juices he drove himself deeper and faster into her. Sasha growled deeply into Angela’s mouth, their tongues lashing together in a primal duel of desire and passion crashing together like thunder only serving to enhance the building pleasure between them.
In the end the sirens call became too great to ignore, and they each choose to release themselves into their partner’s warm embrace. With their desire and determination no longer capable of sustaining them their three bodies fell limp in a tangled mess of arms and legs on the cool couch, their quivering bodies drenched in sweat and their hearts racing in their chests. They each lacked the energy or the will to end their arrangement, all they could do was lay there basking in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.
“Well” Sasha finally dared to break the silence, forcing the words past gasping breaths and pounding chest. “That was...” she could not bring herself to finish.
“Amazing” Angela finished it for her, reaching over to hold her two love mates in her long, golden arms. “I’m still feeling a little hot” Angela whispered beneath her breath, piquing the interest of both Sasha and Ratchet as so many sensual thoughts flowed through their minds. “Maybe we could try another-”
A sharp crash of metal against metal rang through the apartment, silencing whatever offer Angela had been so eager to propose. The three lovers clasped eachother tightly in eachothers arms, animal fear and anticipation surging through their systems. Another roar of strained metal emanated from just outside the apartment door.
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