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Cat Fight	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Ratchet & Clank Views: 8658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet & Clank, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 7- The Bridge

Sasha was truly on top of the world. Standing before her on the bridge of her ship, stark naked, was the Head Geneticist of Megacorp Industries in the Bogon Galaxy and one of the most decorated soldiers in the entire Federation Military.
Her noble upbringing had given Sasha anything and everything she could have ever imagined, but nothing compared to the knowing that she had these two creatures before her by the gonads. She could order them to do anything, or anyone. And she was not shy about using that power.
“Ratchet!” She spoke up, watching as his body stiffened at the sound of an impending order. She made a ‘Come here’ gesture. Ratchet folded his arms, glancing over at Angela who simply stood there, her expression remaining neutral. He turned back to Sasha. “And what if I don’t, Ma’am?”
Sasha smirked as though she had been waiting for him too say that. She raised from her seat, striding down the steps towards him, Ratchet’s stance not hardening even slightly. Even though Sasha was at least a foot shorter than Ratchet, he still felt a small taste of intimidation as she came face to face with him, her glistening white fangs piercing fear into his very heart. She unsheathed her claws on her right paw, curling her fingers back into her hand with her index finger pointing erect ahead of her.
“Because…” She slowly began to run her sharpened claw down his muscled chest. She pressed her claw against his skin, just enough to enflame his nerves in a flurry of pain. He ignored the irritation, not willing to let something like this break him into becoming Sasha’s slave. “…otherwise I’ll scratch your fur clean off”
Ratchet felt suddenly squeamish at the comment, he turned towards Angela as if for inspiration “Can’t argue with our Captain”.
Sasha gave an approving smirk, removing her claw from Ratchets stomach she turned, sashaying sexily back up the steps to her command chair. She sat back down on the chair, spreading her legs wide, allowing the two horny lombaxes a clear view of her glistening sex, something which by now they were both very familiar with.
“Eat me out” Sasha spoke with a stern, delectable voice. Ratchet slinked forward, dropping to his knees before his Commanding officer. He leaned in towards her waiting sex. He sniffed inquisitively at first, just taking in her scent before inhaling a full breath, really taking his time to enjoy the fine aroma she released, goading himself into continuing. He began by licking away at her waiting lips the way he had done over the couple days he, Sasha and Angela had been ‘experimenting’ with eachother.
Ratchet jumped on this opportunity to try something new to spice this up. Retracting his tongue sharply and biting on the outer folds of Sasha’s sex mischievously. It was dancing on the border of the playfully painful, but Sasha was in control. And she didn’t like surprises when she was in control. She tapped him on the head, much harder than he had nipped her. Ratchet removed his face from her glistening sex, his eyes pleading sarcastically at what he had done. “No biting now” It was then that Sasha first glanced towards Angela, waiting patiently at the side lines, watching the spectacle unfold. “I think he needs a punishment” Angela stepped forward, gripping Ratchet’s tight, muscled ass cheeks in her clawed paws.
Her claws dug into Ratchet’s muscle, the sharp, concentrated pain driving him crazy with lust. Angela pushed Ratchets tail to one side, holding it in place against the back of his thigh with her thumb. She slowly began to press her nether regions against his gaping and open ass. She recoiled backwards from the blow, forcing forwards once again to impact his exposed rear. Ratchet felt her liquid excitement dab at his rectum, small droplets clinging to his fur with each thrust. How exactly this was to be considered a punishment was beyond Ratchets understanding, but he wasn’t complaining.
Angela scrambled over Ratchet, leaning closer and closer to Sasha’s heaving chest. Angela latched onto Sasha’s perky nipple, licking away the salty sweat that hung from her dark brown fur. Angela pressed her torso against the back of Ratchet’s head, pressing his head deeper into Sasha’s dripping snatch. Ratchet licked at Sasha’s sex, suckling deeper and deeper at her core.
Angela bit down on Sasha’s engorged nipples, the sharp pain driving her forward into a deep swirl of arousal. Sasha threw her head back, her mind dancing to the tune of utter bliss.
Ratchet suddenly turned over, staring up into Angela’s dripping sex. Ratchet pushed his head into Angela’s waiting snatch. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent which wafted from her. The smell was enchanting, a sweet cocktail which mesmerized him into a lust filled frenzy. Ratchet laid his head back against Sasha’s moist crotch, his fur sending a cute tickle down her spine making her ‘eep’ with surprise. He probed his tongue into Angela’s warm cavern, reaching shaking fingers up to her opening, prying open the seam to allow his tongue access to her warm centre.
While Ratchet tended to Angela’s needs, Angela tended to Sasha’s. Swirling her tongue over the nub in a perfect spin, dipping and rising over the flesh, each swish sending a jolt through Sasha’s nervous system, each shock causing her to yelp and writhe, eventually sighing and casting her head back before the ritual was repeated seconds later.
While Angela tended to the left nub, Sasha massaged the right, the tip of her fingers running across the sensitive skin. After the ritual had been repeated a dozen times the two switched nipples, Sasha taking the left, Angela on the right. With Angela’s warming mouth now detached, the thin layer of saliva that coated Sasha’s left nipple cooled with the loss of a heat source.
While Sasha and Angela were distracted with their playful enterprises Ratchet leapt at the opportunity to break free from his moist, furry shackles and ensure his own pleasures would be fulfilled. He slid out from between the two furry bodies, slinking between Angela’s open legs, missing her tail as he rose onto his feet behind her, his muscled form shadowing over Angela’s bent frame.
Sasha was the first to notice his sudden disappearance, her vision clearing from the sexual thrill Angela was administering. Angela noticed it second, removing herself from Sasha’s nipple she looked over her shoulder at Ratchet, noticing the invisible shackles around his wrists were broken, and he was ready for a rampage.
Sasha and Angela smirked at each other, using the telepathy all women used against men in situations of desire. Sasha acted as their voice. “You think you can handle us both fuzzball?”
Oh yeah, Ratchet was more than ready to deal with both of them. Angela thrust out her plump ass, ready to receive Ratchet’s flaming tool for the second time tonight.
Then it finally came. Angela cringed, Ratchet’s member punching deeply into her, her ass expanding and stretching to accommodate for Ratchet’s engorged cock, she never had gotten used to him. Ratchet punched himself roughly into Angela, pounding at her now corrupted anus.
Angela screeched into the deserted bridge, her cries reverberating against the walls were the sweet music to his ears that spurred Ratchet forward, driving him to pound harder and harder into Angela with each slickened thrust. Sasha clamped her mouth over Angela’s, stifling the groans and growls that rumbled from deeply in her alien throat. Sasha began to match her whimpers and cries with her own, their calls combining into a delicious and so sweet melody which only the three of them would ever hear.
Ratchet suddenly felt himself peak, the pleasure slowly building up inside of him. But just as he felt himself begin to reach the point of no return, feeling the happiness finally overflow inside him he pulled free of the burning furnace. Ratchet’s cock was slick with Angela’s juices.
Ratchet then rammed his still hard tool into Sasha’s gaping snatch, Sasha being more than ready to accept him. Angela was wedged between Sasha and Ratchet, the three tones of fur meshing together in a three pronged ying and yang of blonde, light blonde and brown.
Angela rubbed her snatch against Ratchet’s rod with every retreat from Sasha’s snatch, thrusting herself against Sasha’s taut pelvis with every one of Ratchet’s thrusts. Angela broke her bond with Sasha’s mouth, her head being thrown backwards in true ecstasy. “I’m glad to be the meat in this sandwich” She growled deeply in her alien throat.
Angela threw her head forward, latching onto Sasha’s tit to stifle her cries of pure pleasure. Ratchet rammed into Sasha roughly, finally devoting his full attentions onto the elegant Cazar. Ratchet reached his paws around to Angela’s chest, his claws digging into the yellow fur and tight muscle.
Ratchet finally reached his peak, running his blade like claws across Angela’s plump chest, tearing away stray hairs from her skin with her serrated claws.
Angela bit down on Sasha’s soft nipple, her bladed teeth biting down hard on the soft nub of flesh. The fierce pain sending Sasha over the edge, her juices flowing freely from her open snatch, her feline tongue ringing throughout the bridge. The sweet music sent Ratchet and Angela over the edge, Ratchet’s juices coating Angela’s tight innards.
The two of them collapsed on top of Sasha, the three balls of fur cuddling tightly together, basking in the warm afterglow of their combined orgasms. Ratchet, Angela and Sasha were drained, their hearts pounding and their lungs burning with pure radiated lust. The result of a love drenched sex rump radiating from them. Now Sasha could truly say, she was in bliss.

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Well it’s finally complete. Cat Fight was actually the first piece I submitted to adult-fanfiction.org, the first Ratchet and Clank fic I’d ever written and the second one I’d ever written period. It’s times like this I refer to words of great men ‘As he stared out across his domain, he wept because there were no more world’s to conquer’ As said by Alexander the Great. The only difference being that you need not fret my people, for I shall continue writing fics until my hand turns cold and my pen falls for its last graceful swish. Though the series ends, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes more fics shall be born from this. So for the final time I say, enjoy the final chapter of Cat Fight. -Darkwolves
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