Cat Fight

Chapter 5- En-route

 

Night came quickly as the confines of the Starship Phoenix were thrust into the darkness of twilight. With the Galactic President gone and the rest of the crew in their quarters the ship was their playground for Ratchet, Sasha and Angela to enjoy their sensual escapades.



Ratchet lay asleep in his quarters, the silent puff of light emanating off of Clank’s antenna washed over the room as he recharged himself. Unknown to the sleeping lombax the doors to his room slowly parted, bathing the room in the cold night light before closing silently. Through the darkness skulked the feminine form of the female lombax as she swept towards a sleeping Ratchet.

She silently down knelt beside the bed as she watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Ratchet stirred in his slumber as his eyelids parted, to be greeted with a smiling Angela that loomed over him. His vision crept down her slender form, her toned arms, her soft fur, her large firm breasts barely covered by a thin bra letting her erect nipples poke through the slender layer of fabric. Ratchet slid the blanket off as he dangled his legs over the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving her full perky chest. He parted his lips to speak; Angela laid a slender finger upon his lips, stifling his voice.

“Captain Sasha has requested our presence on the Bridge” Ratchet half rose out off of his bed, before Angela pushed a firm finger on his stomach. As she pushed him back down onto the bed, her finger pointed down at his boxers. A dirty grin grew across Ratchets face as began to understand what she was telling him. He slid off the bed, his bare paws impacting the cold metal. He passed his thumbs under the waistband of the garment, slowly pushing it down his legs, eventually pooling at his ankles. Angela grinned at his inflating member, his penis bubbling with blood at the context of him naked, standing before Angela. Angela giggled at the silent compliment.

She reached behind her back snapping the clasp of her skimpy garment as she dropped it to the ground, drifting slowly to the floor. Her orbs leapt free of their fabric confines, bouncing through the warm air of night. She slipped her slender fingers under the rim of her panties, reliving herself of her last line of defense against Ratchets maraudering eyes. Angela placed her hand on her hip, leaning to one side, smirking at Ratchets stunned expression at the sight of her golden pussy splayed out before him. Angela took a step forward, taking Ratchets hand in hers. “Come on Ratchet….” She rubbed the top of his hand with the pad of her thumb, slowly pulling her hand away the tips of their fingers eventually breaking their bond. Angela swayed her hips as she walked, striding towards the door her slim figure being draped in the dim light of the corridor lamp as the doors parted before her. She turned back to Ratchet still standing bewildered, his boxers still pooled at his feet. Angela motioned him towards her, Ratchet enthusiastically obeyed.



As they casually strode through the bowels of the vessel, unhindered by their nudity and the prospect of being caught only fuelling their passions. Ratchet repeatedly found his gaze trailing down to Angela’s toned ass, just watching it as it swayed to and through as she walked, her tail following as it wavered with each stride. Ratchet tried to contain his excitement, leaning forward in an attempt to conceal his growing manhood. They boarded the shuttle to the bridge as Angela strode over to the controls, ensuring to lean over more than required, presenting her fine rear to Ratchets gaping eyes. The shuttle rattled to life as Ratchet stared at how the vibrations made Angela’s breast’s jiggle with the hum of the motor.

It was then that something inside Ratchet snapped. He charged towards Angela, still unaware of him as her head was still buried in the controls of the Bridge transport. He slammed into her back, wrapping his arms around her stomach as he buried his face in her golden hair, sniffing her sweet scent. Angela stiffened at the sudden shock, slowly softening as she felt Ratchets breath brush past her ear. He scratched her stomach playfully as his pressed Angela against the glass of the tram, her spongy breasts squashed against the glass. She felt the gentle vibrations making her wet as her fluid ran down her furry leg, staining the Phoenix insignia on the carpet below her. As Ratchet ran his hardened rod against her vagina he felt a shiver run through his body. He moved it closer and closer towards her hole, closer, closer. She felt along the frame of the tram, feeling for something. Finally Ratchet found his mark as he placed his penis inside her tight hole. Angela slammed her eyes shut at the pain as she was impaled on Ratchets member. With that Angela screeched in surprise, slamming her hand down on the wall of the shuttle.



Suddenly the tram jolted too a stop, the engine straining and dieing completely. Ratchet looked around in surprise; his cock still trapped inside Angela’s tight innards. Angela quickly dislodged him from her hole, flipping around so her sweat drenched back was pressed against the glass, her arms spread outwards. “Emergency stop” She removed her hand from the flashing red button. “I thought we could use more time”. She smirked at him as he began ploughing roughly into her dripping pussy. Angela screeched as she threw her arms around him, clutching him for support as he viciously assaulted her on all fronts.

He felt her claws ripping into his back as she grappled for purchase. Ratchet ignored the dull pain, if anything it only drove him further. Ratchet watched the beads of sweat roll down Angela’s scalp as he pushed his head up, catching her mouth in his, which was no easy task as Ratchet was at least a head shorter than her. He sucked her lips into a passionate kiss, their lust driven like a deranged wild Tyrannoid. Ratchet felt Angela’s teeth dig into his lips pulling him in closer as he felt his flesh being stretched when he attempted to pull back, the sharp incisors cut deep into his sensitive flesh. Angela’s skin screeched as her wet fur slid down the glass casing of the tram. They each felt they’re growing pleasures build, each knowing that a few more thrusts would quickly lead them to the point of no return.



But just as Angela felt that she was at the tipping point that would lead her into a moment of un-compared pleasure, she suddenly felt Ratchet’s dripping rod thrust clear of her gapping pussy, her vagina now coldly void of the warmth that Ratchet’s enormous cock had given her. She shakily reached up too her breast, rubbing the inflated tip desperately trying to keep herself on edge, looking up she pleaded to Ratchet to continue. “Why…did you… stop?” Angela said breathlessly.

Ratchet simply laid there, watching as Angela fought desperately to replace the feeling he had given her with her own. And was failing miserably. Ratchet ran his hands along her ample frame, feeling her curves give way under his strong hands. Feeling the muscles of her taut stomach clench in an effort to retain her pleasure. Finally he slid his hands across her creamy thighs, feeling as the muscles thrust wildly and uncontrollably at his touch.

“I’ve been dying to get into this” He slapped away at her tight ass cheek, brushing the dripping tip of his cock against her puckered asshole. Finally pushing his cock into her ass he enjoyed the sweet warmth that once again enveloped his cock. Angela’s claws wrapped around her breast, scratching at the sensitive base. Ratchet leaned down onto her stomach, his teeth chewing into the taut muscles of her stomach. The tickling sensation was all that was necessary to finally tip her over the edge, her fluid running clear of her hole as it ran down across his knob still buried deep within her tight ass, the clear liquid dripping down onto the floor as it plastered across the carpeted floor. Ratchet soon followed as Angela felt the warm liquid coating the interior of her rectum, just enjoying the moment as Ratchet and her became intertwined in a flurry of yellow fur covered limbs.



Ratchet collapsed down onto her stomach, gasping for stolen breaths as he lay upon her breasts feeling the rise and fall of her squishy mounds. Angela brushed a small tuft of hair on his fringe clear of his eyes, simply relishing in the soft warm feeling he emitted. Suddenly the ground under them began to shake beneath their feet, the world past the windows began to move. “Looks like our Captain is bored of waiting”

Angela smiled down at her lombax, leaving an innocent peck on his forehead they rose to their feet, the door out of the pod opened before them. They both began to traverse the steps to the Bridge; Angela rubbed her hand elegantly across his back focusing on turning his tense muscles to putty in her hands. Ratchet then slapped his hand on her ass, curling his fingers around her firm ass cheek. “I’m getting at this again”

Angela smiled “You dirty Lombax you”



As they stepped through the door onto the Bridge the compartment they were in was filled with the dim glow of the bridge consoles. Ratchet smirked as he noticed the sea of clothing strewn across the deck at the base of Sasha’s chair. Ratchet continued scanning the floor, he then noticed a furry brown leg dangling from the chair, a clear pool of cum lay at the foot of the chair. His gaze travelled upwards as he saw his girlfriend, Commanding Officer and Captain of the Phoenix stark naked and with an evil smirk sketched across her face. He took one final scan across the floor before finally staring into her chocolate brown eyes. “You seem to have had a good time”

Sasha shrugged, the international symbol for ‘I don’t care’. “I got bored of waiting, so I made due with myself”.





***************************20 minutes ago*************************************

 

Sasha paced through the Bridge of the Phoenix, waiting impatiently for her two playmates to arrive. “Where are they?” She called out into the abyss. Sasha checked her watch again. “What the hell is taking so long?”

Suddenly the personal computer screen on the arm of her command chair sprung to life, flashing with warning labels and screaming a sharp warning siren. She tapped the console’s control, it seems as though someone has hit the emergency brake on the Bridge Shuttle. As such the computer was obliged to alert the commanding officer who would then decide how to proceed. On cue the screen flicked to a live video feed from one of the Phoenix’s security camera’s, this one located in the Bridge Shuttle. Sasha smirked as she watched Ratchet press Angela’s plump, firm breasts against the glass window. “Well what do we have here?”