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A Golden Award from the Galaxy

Story By Lemotter

Proofread By IsleTheWolf and Tcyk89

Warning: Adult rated, M/M, Desperation, Watersports, Some soft minor fetish

• - - Chapter 1: He is ready to go, but he must wait - - -

A few years after his adventures as a galactic ranger, Ratchet regularly visited planets as an honored guest, receiving awards and the like almost every day. One of those days happened to be tomorrow, where he would meet up with Captain Quark, who would also receive an award at a ceremony for the two of them. The night would be complete with a celebratory dinner, with tons of delicious food, champagne, and cake. However, on this night before, the two stayed up late to tell each other stories of their past; Ratchet's heroic adventures, and whatever stuff Quark was up to. Although, he had a habit of over exaggerating . Eventually, the two went to sleep, excited for tomorrow's ceremony.

The morning after, Ratchet woke up later than Quark after hearing the alarm-clock go off. He stood up so he could wash his face, brush his teeth, and then pee , but the bathroom was occupied by Quark.

" I gotta use the bathroom. How long you gonna be in there?" Ratchet asked.

"Sorry, but I'm gonna be in *grunt* here a while , so mea ntime *grunt* go in the kitchen! I already packed the bags and made breakfast . It's all on the table. " Quark responded.

Ratchet makes a disgusted face after hearing some farts and weird noises comin from the door . He moved away from the door and decided to wait until later.

On the table was a pot of coffee, a teapot, cookies, jam, sliced bread, an d some other dishes .

Ratchet took a cup of tea and ate some slices of bread with jam as he relaxed on his chair.

After a while he feel the urge to pee again, but Quark was still in the bathroom , so he approached the door and shouted,

" Captain, I really have to pee! When are you coming out ?"

He waited for an answer , and then after some weird noises ,

" I'm on at good point!" *Fartin and splatting noises* I have to beat like a brown ameoboid king down here!!!"

Ratchet imagined the revolting image of a brown giant ameoboid and told him, "Eww, okay, I'll wait , but be sure the toilet's usable after the 'Battle'!"

So he held his urges again, now dressed with his galactic ranger uniform as he sat on a chair so he wouldn't apply pressure to his full bladder. The urge slowly went away. After a while, he sat on the table waiting for Quark. The Lombax got a desire for coffee, so he took the coffee pot and filled a cup with the hot fluids before adding some sugar. He sat back on the chair sipping his coffee while waiting for Quark. After ten or twenty minutes, his bladder irritated him again, and he crossed his legs to hold it in .

Some moments later , he finally heard Quark flushing the toilet. Ratchet stood up and did a potty dance, crossing a little his legs and waiting for Quark to exit the bathroom. He approached the bathroom as Quark was washing his hands, holding his crotch . Then the toilet door opened and a gust of a revolting stink made him nauseated . Ratchet walked from the bathroom covering his muzzle with his hands.

" Captain, what happened ? It stinks in there !!! Smells like you ate a dead skunk marinated in the sewer; I can 't enter there with that horrible foul air!!"

The captain shrugged. "Sorry , but that potato, beans, onion, giblets and cabbage soup did me in! It tasted good , but is doesn't agree with my stomach !!" said Quark patting his gut .

Ratchet's urge to pee was getting strong , but he couldn't enter that place until the deadly air went away. Luckily, he had trained his bladder for some long travels, and the pressure of his loaded bladder can resist with some determination so long as he didn't think about that, and the urges became lighter. In that moment, the clock rang for the new hour, which meant it was time to go to the Award ceremony on that planet. So Quark with his force took Ratchet and the baggage with their arms other and threw it on the Aphelion , and then they also got inside , ready to go.

Ratchet squirt ed a little and almost pissed him self because Quark had taken so long in the bathroom, and he had been holding his pee in for hours since he woke up. He put his potty urges again in the back of his mind, and then loosened his pants belt a little to become more comfy. Then he started to fly with the Aphelion . After twenty minutes , the Aphelion lands on the planet, so Ratchet and Quark get out of the Aphelion and head to the guest guide. He leads Ratchet and Quark to the stage zone, where his friend Clank also was. After landing on the planet , Ratchet's bladder started to hurt; it was really bursting, and he 'd have to find a place to relieve his bladder, and soon . Barely clutching his crotch with his legs , he followed Quark and the guide down the path to the guest zone, with some guests near the stage, against the woodland .

Early that morning on that planet , one of his most devoted fans, a teenager otter boy , woke up in his room with the wall covered of poster and articles about his hero, ready to meeting him at the stage of the award. So he took a shower, cleaned every inch of his body, dress ed up, put on one of his fresh clean fan - made shirt s , a white shirt with black writing stating "Ratchet the best " followed by a large gold "1#" He also put on a pair of fresh green shorts, ate some breakfast , and headed for the award stage. He came just in time to see the Aphelion landing behind a small crowd on the path that led to the stage zone. Because of the immense crowd , he could barely see his hero . He followed the Ratchet fan-group, hoping to get close to him.

The otter joined the crowd and went along the crew's control barrier before getting to the guests' tent zone. He went through the woodland , snuck up behind the guest tents, and then got behind Ratchet's tent. He found out the back side of tents was ruined in some places; someone stitched up some holes, so he peeked inside a few of them and found a perfect hole that is on the bed partition of the tent . He got down on his knee and widened the hole with a fingerclaw so he could see almost all in the tent. The entrance was at the right corner on the opposite side; the bed was on the left side, along with a small scaffold and one chair.

He heard Ratchet approaching the tent, so he observed what was going on through the hole. He was hoping to see him undress in front of him. But he never imagined what was going to happen next ....

• - - Chapter 2: A Wild Galactic Release - - -

Ratchet left Quark and the guide guest helper when the group approach ed the tents, telling them that he has to prepare before the awards. So Quark and the guide go away and Ratchet goes right in his tent; he quickly closed the fabric door of his tent and crossed his legs as he held his crotch with his hands. The Lombax struggled to care for his hurting bladder that called for a place to be emptied, and then he squirted a little pee in his underwear. He had to find some place to piss; sadly there was obviously no bathroom in the tent. It was just a squared partition tent with a table and a little cabinet , along with another rectangular partition, and a bedroom with a bed, chair, short shelf and trash bin.

Really desperate, he almost started to approach the trash bin to piss in when noticed a enough large hole on the tent to relieve himself out the wall of his room. He didn't mind pissing outside since he wouldn't be noticed, as opposed to filling the trash bin with a lot of smelly piss. He approached the hole and saw no other than trees under the tent. When the otter saw Ratchet come to the hole, he fell on his back, landing with his butt in the grass and leaning up on his backward arms. Ratchet was watchin' through the hole , but didn't see the otter lying under it . But from the outside, the otter could see through the hole and blushed when his hero started unzipping and put down his pants, showing off his large flaccid cock and balls covered with his golden fur.

"Ooohhh", Ratchet sighs , grabbing his limp dick as he pointed it directly over the hole in front of the spying otter. Then he put his penis half through the hole and screamed, "I can ' t hold anymore!" with a little high voice.

The otter instinctively closed his eyes and then Ratchet let out a great moan of relief, quickly followed by a strong jet of pale yellow urine, splashing wild against the otter 's face and body like a broken faucet. After the initial blast, a long, thick stream of urine erupted from Ratchet 's cock, splattering the otter's chest as Ratchet moaned , "aaahhh, yeahhhh" with a great sense of relief spreading through his body and to his tail.

The otter opened his eyes again to watch the piss that formed a wide, light golden arc that landed in to a large, warm river on his chest. He didn't move away, even as the stream hit his shirt and flow ed through his shorts and soaked the ground. He was hypnotized by the shining stream coming from Ratchet 's dick, enjoying the hissing sound of the stream as his favorite hero emptied his full bladder over him. The otter put his paws through the warm yellow piss while thinking to himself,

"m-my hero...the most famous galaxy idol...the coolest guy ever...he...is...is..pissing on me ... "

He enjoyed the warm feeling of the scented yellow liquid forcefully splashing against his palm and fingers and running down his arm. The otter closed his eyes again, and deeply inhaled the sweet scent of urine on his wet paws, and then approached the steaming stream landing some inches from his face. Euphoric, he put his muzzle and then his entire head underneath the stream . He could barely hear Ratchet moaning because the hissing and pattering of the urine splashing on his head covered the sounds around him . The warm flow of urine ran from his face down his shoulder and back, like a nice warm shower.

The otter panted and breathed heavily with his eyes closed as he tilted his face up right into the stream so the urine splashed and ran all over him, waving a little from left to right. The warm flow was a delight to the otter, so he licked his lips and taste the salty urine on his tongue. It tasted salty, but delicious, like a fine -tasting brew. So he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, allowing the golden stream to land with its mid-strength right on his tongue . He savored as it filled his mouth, overflowing it as it flowed down his cheeks. He starts gulping it down, the warm, tasty urine traveling down his throat.

The stream of piss splashed on his muzzle l; he kept lapping the urine up as if it were water gushing out from Ratchet 's dick. It kept running down the otter's muzzle , shoulder and neck, moving down his fur and wetting the fabric of his shirt and shorts. A large, yellow-tinted puddle was growing under him and seeping into his legs and feet . Ratchet moaned from his pee-gasm as he uttered, "Ooohhh, yeeah, that feels good , " and the stream starting to lose pressure.

The otter instinctively cupped his paws at his mouth and started to collect the decreasing stream so he could drink the last bit of the golden liquid from his idol. He got extremely close to his penis; it was only a few inches away. Shortly after, Ratchet finally ran dry and his stream died down, squirting the last drops of this five minute-long piss on the face of the happy otter who was now on knees right against his dick.

"Aaaah, I feel so much better now !" said Ratchet, with the otter below him staring at his semi-erect cock out through the hole. He opened his mouth and put his drooling tongue out , almost ready to lick his dick, but suddenly Ratchet shook his dick, casually putting it almost inside the otter's mouth for a moment, rubbing his semi-erect dick on the exposed tongue of the otter, and then he put it back in his pants, and zipped it closed. The otter behind the hole still blocked, his mouth wide open, with the image of Ratchet 's dick and the feeling of his warm cock on his tongue, staring at his idol. His hero walked away from the hole, swinging his tail after the release.

The otter, now with big, glowing, dreaming puppy eyes, closed his mouth and savored the taste on his drooling mouth. He stood, still fully soaked from the large pool of pee behind the tent hole, feeling its wetness spread across his body on his soaked clothes. His cock grew hard as the scent of piss filled his nostrils again . Deep in his mind, he was about to explode, so he tilted forward with his body, supporting himself with one paw on the wall of the tent, with the other placed down his soaked pants, Still on his knees, he grabbed his dick and started stroking it furiously, licking the salty pee drops on his lips as he shot load after load of cum over the bottom of the tent wall. He kept rubbing his soaked cock and balls, and then he relax , exhausted, and laid back in the large pool on the fresh wet grass with a soft splash and faded out in to a nap.

After fifteen minutes, he woke up from his nap after feeling warm water splashing on his legs, but he realized that it wasn't water. It was Ratchet again. His bladder was full again because he drank so much after the award celebration. Even after experiencing relief some time ago, Ratchet decided to relieve himself with the urinal-hole in tent since the toilet was too far away.

This time the otter lifted himself up a little on his elbow, still lying on the wet grass, with his legs, pants , and feet sprinkled with Ratchet's second flow of piss. The pee splashed all over him; a slow stream came from the limp penis peeking from the hole. The fluids landed on the otter 's lower body, soaking his pants and legs again, and giving another sample of his urine. This time the piss got on his crotch straight below the hole, and then the last drops were squirted on the otter 's face again. Ratchet shook his dick, folded it again, and left the hole in the bedroom space.

Revived by his second golden shower, the otter stood up, drooling piss. After jerking off again against a tree near the tent, he left the tents from the forest below, sneaking to his village through the shadowy and mostly hidden places since he was soaked in piss. Once at his home, he took off and hung up his piss-soaked clothes to let them dry (and storing them as a smelling relic of that epic wet moment) and went to go take a shower. Then after jerking off again while he rubbed the smelly piss on his body, he washed up and got dressed, then took a pen, a small ratchet poster , and a block of notes so he could return on the stage again. He knew that Ratchet 's team took the time to meet fans that afternoon before they planned on leaving the next morning.

• - - Chapter 3: Midnight Dream of Pleasuring Night - - -

Back to the stage zone, the otter reached the "fan meeting" kiosk so he could get an autograph from his hero. After he reached the table, he gave his block to Quark . The hero scribbled on "To my great galactic fan, Captain Quark" and then the otter gave it to Clank, who wrote in perfect printed-like writing, "To my galactic friend, with sympathy, Clank." The otter finally stood in front of Ratchet, and blushed when Ratchet said "hi" to him. He gave the Lombax a small poster , and then Ratchet asked the otter his name . After he told Ratchet his name, Ratchet wrote a dedication with his name followed by the words, "my greatest fan" and Ratchet's signature .

Suddenly the otter 's heart melted as he looked at Ratchet and he gave back a cute smile. So Quark, sitting along the table, gave a weird look at the blushing otter and tell him to go on. The otter turned back to reality and moved on, returning to his home with a big smile and full of energy.

Back home, he placed the poster with the autographs on a heavy frame, well fixed on the wall near his bed, and he later stored his now dry clothes from the morning into a safely stored bag. The otter laid on his bed, dreaming about his hero. That evening, after realizing that his hero would leave the planet tomorrow morning, he planned to visit him late at night to steal another souvenir Ratchet used from his tent.

Later that night, the otter went to the same place, behind Ratchet 's tent, to peek through the hole again. The otter felt the wet cold grass on his footpaws, because Ratchet probably use the hole again as a potty. He ignored the idea of playing over the wet grass and focused on his mission.

So he looked through the hole and saw Ratchet sleeping and snoring on a messy bed. He found his target, a chair with some messy clothes on it and semi-opened baggage. So the otter snuck around Ratchet 's tent, went inside , and walked up to the chair. He searched through the stuff on the chair so he could find Ratchet 's used socks and a recently dismissed pair of boxers. The otter took a big sniff of the used boxers , with a smell of musk and faint hint of pee filling his lungs. Then he took the small bag. After sniffing the boxers, he took the pair of moist used socks and placed them on his muzzle, inhaling the sweet, cheesy smell of Ratchet socks. Afterwards he put the socks in the bag. He was about to leave , but he stared at Ratchet in front of him and noticed he was sleeping half-naked , barely covered by the bedsheets , with his one of his bare feet hanging from the small bed.

The otter couldn't resist. He dropped the bag near the partition exit and silently approach ed the sleeping Lombax. He lifted up a part of his bedsheets and gently lifted the hanging foot before putting it back down. Watching the large bare foot, with the large hairless smooth moist sole that was too attractive to him, he got down on knees at the end of the bed and put his muzzle on the soft moist sole. Then he started rubbing his muzzle against it, licking it a little and savoring the salty sweat on it with the sweet ham-like smell. Ratchet giggled a little when the otter rubbed his face on his bare feet . The otter was scared of waking up Ratchet, so he stopped playing with his feet and covered them with the bedsheets. The otter decided to approach Ratchet 's upper body , bending forward against Ratchet so he could kiss on his cheek. He sniffed near his armpit for the musk, and he rubbed one paw on Ratchet 's warm furry chest.

He heard Ratchet moan as he rubbed chest, so he continue to pet it, and noticed a growing bulge under the bed sheets. He moved the bedsheets again to see the growing bulge under Ratchet 's boxers, which was all he was wearing . He blushed hard as he gazed at how big the bulge is, and noticing that Ratchet continued moaning with soft pleasure; he grunted some indistinct words, probably have a hot dream. Then the otter slowly approached the bulge beneath his boxers with growing lust, and moved the bedsheets. Then he slowly moved Ratchet 's boxer s down his legs.

His eyes glowed when he saw that big large cock popping up, erect, from the boxers. He felt his heart beating like a drum and his mouth started watering.

So he approached the dick, caressing it with softly, slowly rubbing down the skin of his cock as it tilted a little, showing up the hot red tip of the Lombax's dick. The otter could hear Ratchet moaning noisily with pleasure , blabbing some random words about some girls, but still in a deep sleep. The otter moved his muzzle above Ratchet 's hot , hard dick and starting kissing it. Then he started licking it from top to bottom, with Ratchet moaning with more pleasure. Then he took the unsheathed part of the dick on his mouth and started to lustily lick and suck the cock like a lollipop.

Still sleeping, Ratchet reflexively moved one hand to his dick and unintentionally placed it just right on the otter's head, pressing it gently . The otter felt his hero 's hand over his head , followed by a load of watery precum flowing in his mouth. He savored his salty taste with his tongue.

Then Ratchet moaned and started blabbing , saying "yeah..good...girl" almost grabbing the otter's head as he kept sucking him off. The otter start ed blowing and licking the tip of Ratchet's dick with more speed, moving up and down his head and waiting for Ratchet 's climax. Using his paws, he went under his boxers and starts stroking his dick.

Meanwhile, in the other partition, Ratchet's moans alert ed Clank, who was on stand-by night mode on top of a small cabinet. He lifted his head from his body with his infrared vision and looked at the tent where Ratchet was sleeping. He saw someone with an otter-like shape, still on his knees, tilting his head over Ratchet 's crotch, and Ratchet follow his movements with one hand on his head. Clank knew what was happening over there; the first time he saw Ratchet in a similar scene, he came to Ratchet and Ratchet yelled at him, embarrassed , because he didn't want be disturbed in that moment. So Clank sighed with resignation, curled up again, and returned to standby mode.

Ratchet started to pant , shaking his crotch, a little. The otter's eyes were wide open, with Ratchet's dick in his mouth because he know what was gonna happen. Almost instantly, a hot load of sweet, salty, white cum filled his mouth that otter instinctively gulped down; he felt the hot treat running down his throat to his stomach. Almost the same time, his own dick released jizz in his pants; he loosened his paw grab on his own dick; a large dark spot appeared on his pants.

With some heavy spasms, Ratchet held his hands with a firm grip, and extend ed his legs, squeezing down the otter head. The otter had his entire dick in his mouth; he almost drowned with the red head of Ratchet 's raging dick in his throat. It shot two other sequential big streams of semen, which was overflowing his mouth, blasting almost directly down the otter's throat and filling up his stomach.

The otter was shocked at the huge quantity of cum; he gulped down as much as he could , and he started releasing cum from his drooling mouth, the erect wet dick splurting out one last short jet of semen on the otter 's muzzle and chin. It dripped down the otter 's neck and landed on Ratchet 's exposed crotch.

The otter let out a light belch; luckily it wasn't loud enough to wake up Ratchet, who was now more relaxed and exhausted than before. He panted gently. Delighted by the Lombax 's creamy treat, he licked up the cum on this muzzle and cleaned his chin with one paw before licking it. Then he licked up the drool on Ratchet 's furry crotch, dick and balls. Before replacing Ratchet 's boxers and bedsheets, he take the Ratchet 's underwear from his bag, dried out the moist fur from Ratchet 's crotch, and re-stored his bag again. He put up the underwear and bedsheets on Ratchet before he left the tent, returning home with some "souvenir" in his bag and another in his stomach and mouth.

• - - Epilogue - - -

The next morning, the otter woke up early so he could meet his hero one last time before he left the planet. He skipped breakfast because satiated by the midnight snack from last night 's visit. The otter quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before changing his clothes. He rapidly wrote a note with his address and phone number on a notebook, and ran to the stage zone, where he waited near the landing zone under the crown-barrier. After a while, he saw Ratchet coming with his team and raised his arms with the note in his paws. He called out Ratchet 's name , then when he got closer, he stretched his arms out with the piece of paper in his paws to him. Ratchet saw the paper and got closer to the otter.

He gave a quick look at the otter's note, which read " Whenever you need to stay, my home is also your home", followed by his address and phone number. Ratchet smiled at him and put the note in his pocket. Clank gave a strange look at the otter, who was looking at Ratchet and blushing a little with a big smile and saluting his hero near his ship. Once in the Aphelion, Clank quietly asked Ratchet if that otter was the entity that usually sees at night. Ratchet, puzzled over Clank 's question, looked at the otter still near the barrier, still saluting him, as he faded out from the ground below. And then, like a storm, he made a shocked face when he had a flashback of his erotic dream of last night.

End.

Story By Lemotter

Proofread By IsleTheWolf and Tcyk89