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Even though at this very moment Ratchet orphaned, his heart was not drowning in a suffocating loneliness, as it was happening to him in the past. His sense of solitude was actually quite a joyful one, a moment to relax and enjoy himself in peace, after traveling along with Rivet for some time. Lombax could not deny gratefulness for companionship of somebody of his own species after believing he is the only one of his kind for great portion of his life, especially of somebody possessing this amount of attractiveness, but years of isolation forced him to develop certain habits to cope with his situation and these self-help precautions required an attention - one that would probably not be seen as socially acceptable.

Lombax happily skipped towards the low house with tall, pointy roof covered with blue paneling, as Rivet's ship was shrinking in the sky, feeling his perverted urges are soon to be satisfied. It was just a temporary refuge, abandoned small scale settlement on planet Borgis 7, a fairly peaceful planet, that was mostly spared from conflicts and corporate greed. They believed this was a surveyors house attached to a nearby Raritanium mine, now dried up, flooded and serving as a water reservoir for local fauna of murkaks and tinglebeasts.

Ratchet felt his hard-on building up, as he was trying to release his finely tuned athletic body from a jumpsuit, leaving his helmet, gloves and boots on the ground behind him. Excited hand pulled down a zipper, revealing a mighty bulge on underwear to the world, with a small dark spot of lust juice, waiting to be spurted out. Horny Lombax exhaled with relief, as his clothes slipped down and infected him with nudity. It was now time to play with himself for a while, but as Ratchet's hand reached down to his briefs, something caught the attention of his eye, which led to his throbbing erection to fizz even harder. In a technical corner of the ground floor, where the kitchen, washing machine, water boiler and other necessities were located, was a heap of folded laundry, fresh from the dryer. It was a mixture of clothes of both of them, but to Ratchet's surprise, there were also a few more personal pieces belonging to Rivet.

Lombax started feeling an urge. A bad urge for sure, but the wrongness of this feeling only added to an arousal that was taking over his body, making his penis extra hard and in need of physical attention. He made a few steps forward and picked up Rivet's freshly washed bra. A sporty type, from gray fabric with hexagonal pattern, lined with black and pink details. He was, at first, unsure of what to do with this, as he was still balancing between deciding whether to give in on his perverted desire, or abandon such an embarrassing quest. Although, just a quick attempt should not hurt, should it?

He ran to an exit and carefully leaned outside, checking one last time, whether he was really alone. He was confident in doing his deed, but did not wish to be exposed. He then ran quickly back and in front of a large mirror, where he, accompanied by a bittersweet sting in the back, put a bra on his chest. Undergarments that were usually holding Rivet's boobs in place fit him surprisingly well, comfortably stretching over his wider shoulders giving him nice shape and a fake illusion of small sized tits. He was in utmost joy, having difficulty believing such a simple thing could bring him such a tickle in his weiner. Ratchet was always thinking about wearing girl's clothes, but until now, never really made any attempts into fulfilling this specific fantasy. Still, as much as his cock was throbbing and screaming for a touch, there was still an opportunity he could not miss just to simply. In the same manner, perverted Lombax acquired possession of Rivet's matching panties as well, carefully tucking inside his horny cock and checking himself out in the mirror, looking extremely appealing to himself. There was both joy and shame flowing through him, which in mix created an insane feeling of ecstasy.

As much as he enjoyed all the posing in the mirror, putting himself in a place of models and actresses that were aiding him in pursue of satisfaction, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer, in fear of accidentally soiling his friend's underwear. Ratchet used a table in front of the mirror so he could watch himself savoring this moment.

He sat down, mimicking moves in videos he was frequently watching, and slowly in an affectionate way, pulled down the front part of his panties, letting his raging weiner jump out in anticipation of getting some well deserved care. Gently, Lombax first gave his member a few gentle rubs, before firmly grabbing him and setting off a trained jerking motion, sending pleasure feeling down his crotch. He knew too well what tickled his pink, but when some perversion was thrown into the mix, his excitement rose into exhilarating levels. As he added a little index finger squeeze just below the tip to every stroke, accompanied by lustful gasps of breath, he felt his climax was just around the corner. He was fully aware as to not allow a single drop of semen to land on Rivet's clothes, he just felt too good to stop right now.

Ratchet bit his lower lip and moaned with pleasure, as he felt his manly juices started climbing into this world and the pace of his jerking motion rose significantly. Joy exploded in his crotch and spreaded down giving his legs a gentle shake, as a load erupted and warm sticky substance landed all over his tummy, splurged on his hand holding cock, and continued to flow down around his balls, thighs and then soaked into Rivet's panties.

"Fuuuuck..." Lombax exhaled quietly, as his body was still processing powerful orgasm he just experienced, but mind, although burdened with a bittersweet stinging, was already contemplating a plan on how to fix a mess he just caused - including hiding them and just telling Rivet whole laundry load was snatched by a sudden tinglebeast raid, alas, poor horny Lombax never had a chance to execute any of his insidious machinations.

"Ratchet!"

"Rivet! Yo- You were supposed to be gone!"

"And you were not supposed to wear my underwear!"

"Hold on! This is not what it looks like!"

A pair of Lombaxes were now caught in an extremely awkward situation, Rivet staring at Ratchet with a mix of disbelief and disgust with her hammer dropped on the ground, while Ratchet was shamefully attempting to cover his deeds, which only caused a web of semen to stick to everything he touched.

"And what is it supposed to look like, fuzzball?!" yelled Rivet out in frustration and took a few steps closer while crossing arms on her chest, demanding a proper explanation of what she was currently witnessing. "Because I cannot think of a single reason that would make this look all right... I knew you were an odd one, Ratchet, in a good way, but I was not expecting you to be this sorta pervert."

"I- I- I-"

Ratchet was trying to say something, anything, but a shame that was suddenly weighing him down put a nasty ball in his throat that prevented him from explaining himself, his eyes looking cowardly away. He wished to just fall through the ground and disappear from the galaxy forever. He was expecting some form of a thrashing from his friend, but instead, she exhibited a surprising understanding. Rivet took a step closer and put her arm softly on Ratchet's shoulder.

"Although, I should have suspected something when I saw that Suck cannon upgrade. Look, if you wanted some alone time, you could have just said. I know too well what it's like to be alone all these years, all your life... Hell, I'm always spanking my monkey out in the ship."

Red handed caught Lombax was overwhelmed with emotions. There was a great brick of shame, warm tingling of Rivet's companionship, freshly building horniness and a huge load of confusion, accompanied by a bit of fear. Last two were still making Ratchet speechless, although for a whole different reason.

He noticed a bulge in Rivet's trousers that was slowly growing in size, and his friend caught on that glare.

"But you've soiled my undies, Ratchet, and that will demand some atonement."

Rivet did not really hesitate or loitered, she just pulled down her trousers and knickers right away, showing a penis of her very own.

"Wha-? Why do you have a dick?!" Ratchet screamed out in the same shock as her, when she discovered his pastime.

"A certain incident in one of the abandoned Megacorp labs on Futala, don't worry about it, fuzzball," she explained, grabbed Ratchet's hand, as to prevent him from running away, and sat on a table he was just sitting on. "Now be a good little Lombax and get to work. I know you want it."

Ratchet looked at erected penis, hard and twitching with excitement, then on Rivet's mischievously smiling face, then back on her dong, that was obviously in demand for some care. Rivet forced his arm a little, bringing him on his knees and eye level with a pulsing meat stick. He let her, exhibiting only a little resistance, as to not give himself absolutely in. She was doing just what he wanted, he was in a spot he wanted, he just did not want to reveal this desire and rather pretended he was simply agreeing with a punishment.

"So you are not a girl, after all?" he asked.

"No, no, I'm a girl, I just gained an unfortunate extra package."

Rivet put the other hand on Ratchet's head and gently pushed him towards her penis. He accepted, opened his mouth wide and closed lips as her member was fully inside. He tasted special sausage with a tongue, wrapping it all around and grinding on the tip, like he saw in the movies. He listened to her moans of satisfaction and occasionally looked up to her, just to see her looking down, biting lower lip and almost melting with pleasure.

She stopped him after a while, though, deciding it was time for her to take charge.

"Now, I'm gonna show you a real Devastator," she said lustfully, as she made Ratchet lean over the table. Rivet grabbed his buttcheeks, spread them apart and he felt something warm drop right below his tail and roll down his asscrack, tickling his ballsack. "Aww, yes, spread for mummy. I'm gonna destroy this, just like Blarg destroyed Orxon."

Something then attacked Ratchet's forbidden entrance, curiously banging on the ring and then slowly slipping inside, accompanied by surprised gasps of violated Lombax. While his hershey highway was no stranger to a penetration, invasion of an uncontrolled organic object brought a whole different set of pleasure.

"Please, Rivet, be gentle..." he whispered, as a full length entered him and Rivet's thighs met his.

"Oh, no. Where I come from, we do it rough," she said and gave him one firm thrust to support her claim, leaning to his ear after that. "Don't worry, Clank told me all about your adventures. I know you can take it."

After what followed, Ratchet had to grab on the edge of the table in response to Rivet's anal attack. Her motions became rhythmic, synced with gasps and smacking of their bodies together. One hand held his side, the other clenching back of the bra like reins, keeping him in place and under control. Lombax, secretly enjoying the whole experience with his own weiner rock hard under the table, looked back, and saw the most insane face expression he ever witnessed.

Rivet had one eye shut, half of mouth closed, biting on lower lip, the other opened and leaking her saliva, rolling down her chin and dripping on Ratchet's back. There was a mixture of concentration, exhaustion, confusion and pleasure, as if she was trying to put a thread through the eye of a needle, while solving math problems and doing push ups on one hand. It was hard to say how much she was connected to reality at this very moment.

Her rhythm has now changed, though, slower with longer thrusts. She leaned forward, almost lying on Ratchet's back, and then passionately bit the end of his left ear, moaning with an ecstatic voice, her hot breath tickling his cheek.

"Just hold on a little longer, fuzzball," she whispered, almost dreamingly, and then stopped, straightening up and slowly pulling out. "I'm almost there."

Rivet made him turn around, now lying on a table with his back. She pulled down his panties, gave them a little sniff and stroked her cock a few times with them, before she returned to probing his chocolate mine again. Although now, she was back with more savage power, leaning on the table behind Ratchet's legs and thrusting faster than before, huffing like she was in a running race, dropping large doses of saliva on his chest. Ratchet's anal stimulation made him horny and his cock craving for touch, but Rivet prevented that. "No, no," she said. "Not until I will let you, luv."

Ratchet felt there was a climax incoming, as his friend kept pounding his a-hole faster and faster, moaning in a higher pitched voice. She then lay on him, pressed his body closer to hers and he wrapped his legs over her waist in response, as she was in her final banging loop. Rivet bit his shoulder, squeezing his raging weiner between their bellies, as the last series of humps sent her member squirting warm loads of semen inside him. He must have come around the same time, her moving body giving enough force for his cock to orgasm, spilling his baby maker fluid over both of their bodies, like somebody splurged a mayonnaise between two slices of bread.

With inertia, Rivet's thrusting slowly stopped, as she squeezed out last drops from her mutant penis, which then got flaccid and plopped out of his bootyhole, making cum leak outside and drip on the floor. She breathed heavily and did not seem very keen on changing her position, but for Ratchet, as after nut pleasure started dissolving, this became quite uncomfortable.

"Uh... Rivet?" he asked quietly and this seemed to be a waking call for his friend.

"I'm glad you were my first, fuzzball," she whispered, still overwhelmed with extraordinary satisfaction, and slowly straightened up, took a step back on shaking legs and observed the mess she just created. Rivet looked at Ratchet, smiled and tasted his semen stuck on her top with the tip of her finger. "And, Ratchet? Next time I see you wearing my knickers, I will put you on a leash.