Cat Fight

Chapter 3- Sasha

 

Sasha Phyronix stepped into the dim darkness of Ratchet’s quarters room, her metallic boots clanking loudly against the floor. She continued onwards, oblivious of the sweaty remains of Angela and Ratchets hot rump lying strewn on the sofa. Ratchet raised a finger to Angela’s lips; they clutched each others naked bodies in fear of Sasha’s approaching form.

Sasha reached for her holster at her waist, gripping her blaster in her right hand. Angela bolted her eyes shut as the sound of Sasha’s foot steps became louder and she came ever closer. Sasha loomed over the back of the couch, ready to pounce. Sasha’s ears suddenly perked, her grip on her blaster tightened.

Ratchet suddenly leapt up over the back of the sofa, his arms wrapped around her waist, utilizing his dead weight to drag her down onto the hard metal floor. Sasha lost her grip on her weapon, the blaster flew out of her hand as it slid across the floor and out of her reach. Ratchet pinned her wrists to the deck, she stared up in shock. She wriggled and writhed underneath him, unsure of what Ratchet was doing. “Ratchet what are you,” It suddenly dawned on her. “Are you naked?!!” she screeched.

She stared down at his throbbing manhood as some of his cum dripped down from the tip of his cock to stain the crotch of her uniform. Angela peaked her head over the top of the sofa as she stared at the amusing spectacle before her. “Hehe heh I bet you haven’t seen him like that before Sasha?”

Sasha stared up at a nude Angela, watching as her plump breasts spilled over the top of the couch. “Angela??!!” Sasha had finally lost it, she’d completely gone off the mental tracks here. But as the pieces clicked together in her mind an evil sneer grew across Sasha’s face. She stopped wriggling and Ratchet loosened his grip on her wrists. “You can get off me now before you start drooling on my chest”

“Oh heh heh” Ratchet clambered off of her. Sasha rose to her feet, brushing her uniform clean of wrinkles. “Now Sasha I can explain” Ratchet pleaded. She wagged her finger at him in reply. She trotted over to the door swaying her tail as she went. She tapped a series of keys the keypad by the door, the doors slammed shut; exactly as Angela had done it.



A smile grew across Ratchets face as he pondered what she may be conjuring in her feline mind. She turned around as she approached Ratchet she leant down to scoop up her blaster and return it to its holster. She circled around Ratchet, planting her arms across his shoulders. “That door is now security coded so that only I can open it. That means you’re both in my hands now”. She reached across Ratchet’s torso; wrapping her long fingers around his rock hard penis as her other hand tossed his balls between her fingers. “And I want to see what you can do with this”

She let go of Ratchet, she rounded the sofa and put a knee up on the cushion next to Angela. She leant forward resting her chest on Angela’s furry back. She reached around the front and cupped Angela’s round breasts, clamping Angela’s nipples between her thumb and index finger. “And what she can do with these”

Sasha let go of Angela’s breasts, the cold air of the room touched Angela’s nipples, hardening them on contact. “If you two do that for me” She cupped her own breasts behind the fabric of her uniform, jiggling them. Angela and Ratchet stared at her in awe. “I’ll show you both what I can do with these” She watched their stunned expressions. “Well?” Sasha raised an eyebrow, her fangs glistening evilly.

Angela clambered off of the sofa, stepping around to the other side of the couch. She placed both her arms outstretched onto the back of the couch, leaning forward to present her firm ass to Sasha and Ratchet as if they were about to frisk her. “Come on Ratchet. You don’t want to disappoint Sasha do you?”

Ratchet took one last look at Sasha. He gripped Angela’s firm ass in his strong hands. He kneaded her plump ass checks in his hands, Angela shook with lust. Ratchets rod brushed against her asshole. Ratchet drove his knob into her hard, she yelled in surprise. He pulled his cock out before he slammed it back in harder and faster than before. “Oh yes fuck me” She screamed louder with each repetition.

Sasha rounded to the front of the couch, staring at Angela’s breasts as they bounced and swayed with each thrust. Sasha leaned in and took one of her nipples in her mouth. “Oh yeah Sasha. Suck it, suckle it you bitch”

Sasha garbled a response into Angela’s breast as she sucked the nipple clean. Ratchet pounded into Angela’s asshole as the pleasure boiled up inside him. “Oh Angela” He yelled into the room

“Ratchet!!!” She called out in response.

The cum flowed freely from Ratchets knob as it seeped clean of Angela’s raging asshole. Ratchet pulled free of her tightening hole. Sasha let go of Angela’s breast with a loud pop as she circled behind Ratchet. “On the floor Ratchet. Lets see how Angela rides a lombax”

Ratchet laid down on the rug, Angela hovering above his manhood. Sasha watched with barely contained pleasure as she too relieved herself of her clothing. She unlocked the clasps of her outer uniform, sliding the material down her athletic legs. She reached behind her back, undoing the clasp which held her bra in place. She pulled the material away, enjoying the feel of the bare air against her skin. She took her time in removing her panties, ensuring to ‘Accidently’ pass the tips of her fingers across her wettened lips. She stood before them both as naked as they were, her large breasts swaying with every movement she made.

Angela impaled herself on Ratchets knob, she rose up above him again and dropped down in a rhythm. Sasha stepped over Ratchets face, collapsing down onto her knees, lowering her dripping sex onto his face. “Go on Ratchet lick it”

Ratchets tongue parted his lips as he tapped her hymen. She squealed with pleasure as she watched Angela bounce up and down on his knob. Sasha leant forward and took Angela’s lips to her mouth. She sucked on Angela’s tongue as Ratchets tongue snaked into Sasha’s snatch. Ratchet tasted her warm juices as they flowed into his mouth. Sasha’s tongue danced with Angela’s as they embraced each other in a fiery lesbian kiss. Angela and Sasha clawed at each others breasts flaring with pleasure. Sasha finally reached her peak as she drenched Ratchets mouth in her juices. Angela slowed her milking of Ratchets tool as she leaked her cum down his shaft.

Sasha raised herself off Ratchet, she looked down at the two lombaxes before her. “Well you showed me what yours can do, now it’s my turn” Sasha laid down on the rug as she spread her legs and arms before them. “Ratchet, I’m goanna give you a titty fuck. And Angela, why don’t you see how my snatch tastes”

Ratchet was more than happy to oblige. He spread his legs over her stomach, straddling her chest. He placed his hardening rod between her glorious mounds. Angela lay down behind Ratchet, she brushed a finger against her partners glowing sex. Angela sucked on Sasha’s gapping pussy experimentally. Sasha screamed in pleasure in response. Ratchet thrust his rod between Sasha’s mounds, she closed her hands around them squeezing his rod increasing the pleasure they each experienced. Ratchet pumped faster and faster as Sasha kissed the tip, tasting the cum that still laid there. Ratchets cum flew from his knob, spraying Sasha in the face. With that Sasha could take no more as she blew all her cum onto Angela’s waiting mouth. Ratchet rose off of Sasha as Angela clambered to her feet. Angela and Sasha stepped towards each other as they took each others cheeks in their hands closed their eyes and licked the cum clean from each others furry faces.

 

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As the three of them stood basking in the warm of their shared love they felt as if nothing could spoil this moment.

“Security override. Level: Galactic President” The computer chimed.

“Oh shit” They each called out in unison, they scrambled behind the couch. Ratchet looked over towards Sasha as they clutched each other for support. “Now your dad’s here?”