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"Hello, this is Doctor Cortex from aboard the planetary defence system. We are under severe assault by a blond haired bandicoot. Anyone who can hear me, please respond." A voice spoke over the emergency frequency.

"Sounds like they need our help." Ratchet mused out loud, "What do you say, Clank?"

"I'd say that voice didn't sound very trustworthy." Clank responded, "but if it is true, you'd better hurry."

The Lombax made the snap-second decision to respond "Hello, This is Ratchet." he spoke after switching on communications, "please explain your emergency."

"We are under attack from a stolen space-ship from the direction of the planet by a local terrorist group. Our weapons are too destructive to fire in the direction of the planet, and our other ships are not well suited for combat. Please, we are in dire need of your aid."

Letting his desire for action get the better of him after the long exploration flight on which absolutely nothing had happened yet, he responded "Hang in there, I'm going in." he quickly disengaged the autopilot while Clank tracked the target. "Missiles hot, how is the lock-on?"

"Target is locked, tailing... now." Clank replied.

Ratchet then proceeded by launching two seeker missiles, which Coco barely dodged by flying a vertical loop, during which one struck another ship trying to be part of the combat, forcing it to return to the station. Then a large bandicoot showed up on the holoscreen, saying "Who's side are you on anyway?"

that was just the distraction Coco needed to put a bullet in both of Ratchet's engines. This kept her from dodging the seeker missile she had on the tail though. "Hang on Aphelion" Ratchet spoke, trying to regain control over the rapidly descending ship, but without the hydraulics, it was a lost battle, as the ship began a nosedive towards the ocean.

When Aphelion was only a thousand feet above the surface of the ocean, Ratchet recognised a small group of islands. "Ratchet we have to eject." Clank spoke in that urgent tone of his, "the ship is lost."

"No" Ratchet replied, "We have to save her."

"I'm sorry Ratchet." Clank spoke as he hit the eject button once, detaching the roof, "but this is where we abandon ship." activating the ejection seats, but as they launched, Clank's seat got stuck behind the ship's tail.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO" Ratchet yelled at the top of his lungs as he saw Clank's chair being dragged down with the ship, while Clank hastily tried to unstrap himself.

A lombax on N. Sanity

By Robin

Nothing you read in here is mine.

Though I intent to have this readable separately, it is a spin off of DJ TigerFox's 'It Started With Toast' and a crossover featuring Ratchet from Ratchet & Clank

The ocean rippled as it swallowed the ship whole, dragging it to the bottom. The ripples turned into waves, and as Ratchet slowly drifted down on the wind, towards the islands, he could see the ripples become larger, as they formed waves. Upon approaching the islands, he could see hundreds of furs playing in the waves, some surfing on the larger waves a little further out, others splashing each other behind the safety of the wave breakers.

Some furs even pointed up at him in wonder as he slowly flew over, over the small plaza behind that, and got stuck in a tree in a small clearing in front of a single house. He could do nothing but hang there tangled in the wires, until he noticed a pair of blood red eyes light up deep in the forest, looking straight at him. He couldn't suppress a shiver that ran down his spine at the raw hunger he saw in those eyes. He knew that look, it was a predator sizing up its next victim. As the creature got closer, it walked through a patch of light, showing off a well toned fox. His fur was mainly orange-brown, with three tails two regular and a black one, with red tips. The left half of his face and upper body, as well as his left arm was a dark gray that seemed to blend into the shadows, only showing the bright red spikes clearly which he had on both shoulders. The most unusual thing about him though were the black bat wings on his back that seemed big enough that he could fly while carrying a considerable weight.

Then the threatening aura completely disappeared as the fox smirked, only for it to come back on the double as it turned into a cruel smile, while he pulled out a knife, and rose it threateningly. Hearing it come down right past his ear, the lombax was sure he was a goner, only for him to unceremoniously drop face first on the ground, hips still strapped up in the air, giving the fox a nice view of Ratchet's ass.

"Oops, I'm sorry." the fox said in a tone that made clear he didn't mean a word of it. Then he slapped Ratchet on the ass presented to him before cutting him loose completely. "I'm Drake. The doctor sent me to make sure you were okay. Not that there was much to worry about as you will hardly find more dangerous predators then me here."

"Ratchet" the lombax ground out, already disliking the fox. Seems I have a different kind of predator on my hands then I thought. Not that this was anything new for him. He had a nice thought perhaps a bit small body, but that made his face all the cuter. His body was just muscular enough for it to be noticeable through his fur thanks to all his adventures, and his fluffy tail only accentuated the cuteness of it all.

"well then , please follow me back to camp then, Ratchet. And pull up your pants before I pull them the rest of the way down..." and the lombax immediately realized the what he meant with that, and quickly pulled his pants back up, securing his belt in the process as he trailed after the winged fox he now knew as Drake, left hand firmly on his OmniWrench and right hand on his RYNO IV.

Following animal trails, the two soon came to a clearing in the middle of the forest. In front of a tent, there was a circle of stones surrounding ashes, with a log placed for seating warm near the fire. Off to the side, there was a small creek but there was nothing else in the clearing.

"Well, Ratchet," It was Drake who broke the silence. "those are some nice big guns you got on you. Compensating for something?"

As he flushed bright red, he noticed Drake looked like he had said nothing out of the ordinary. Probably cause he hadn't. "One more such comment and you can examine the barrel while I test if the trigger still functions after that fall." he bit back.

"How about we start with that with your biological gun?" Drake teased some more, making the lombax blush as red as a tomato. He looks even cuter when he blushes. "But in all seriousness, aren't some of those weapons of mass destruction?"

"Yes, there are some..." the lombax replied cautiously, trying to find out where this was going, "and all of them have seen their fair share of blood, but only to defend myself... or the galaxy."

"So never just cause you wanted to feel the raw power of them?" Drake inquired, "To see what kind of damage they could really do?"

"No, never." Ratchet replied. Drake then snatched an over-sized gun, and put the barrel against a tree. He then pulled the trigger and watched in marvel as the tree shattered into a thousand pieces.

Handing back the gun, he spoke, "Nice. I'm gonna wash the dust off of me." then he tossed his shirt aside and slowly bent forward, away from Ratchet to show off his ass a little, as he slowly undid his pants, showing off his seven inch hard on. The then slowly walked into the creek until the water rose above his knees, before jumping in entirely. Getting back up, he called to the lombax "you should take a dive too, the water's great, unless you are too ashamed by your tiny piece of meat to undress."

Ratchet now finally had enough of the cocky fox, and slowly undid his pants as he walked towards the creek. Drake eyed his every move, licking his lips. Then after some teasing, the lombax suddenly removed his underpants and Drake's jaw went slack. The seven inches that met him were a common occurrence to him, but never before had he seen someone with seven inches, soft. "How... how long is that... at full erection?" Drake asked, his voice failing him slightly due to this surprise.

"Why don't you find out?" Ratchet purred seductively, as he positioned himself on a rock on the edge of the creek. Drake didn't need to be told twice as he sat down on his knees in front of the biggest cock he had ever seen. He moved his muzzle in, but was stopped by ratchet's foot on his forehead. "Using only your hands, Drake" Ratchet ordered, and just as eagerly, drake snapped both his hands around Ratchet's meat and started stroking it carefully, as it slowly expanded under his paws. It felt amazing, and it kept growing past ten inches, as he started applying more and more pressure massaging the growing boner, earning him an appreciative moan. He could feel his fingers being pushed further and further apart, as it grew past twelve inches, when Ratchet started bucking into his hands, moaning even more now.

It stopped growing at full hight at a massive fourteen inches, with Drake barely able to reach around it with both hands. It had to be as thick as his arm by now, when the lombax suddenly tore his hands off. This finally broke drake's trance induced by the behemoth cock. He now took his time to look over the cock, eyes tracing a vein running along the length, before staring wide eyed at the two tennis balls that hung below.

Before Drake realized what was happening, Ratchet had hopped to his feet, and bent him over the rock he'd been sitting on. Bending over, Ratchet whispered into his ear "if you had been nicer, I would have stretched you open, or at least lubed it." before shoving the entire behemoth in at once. Drake hauled in pain, tears rising in his eyes as he felt like his ass was being torn apart. "never torment a lombax who hasn't been layed in months." he spoke, "Will you be nice from now on?"

Drake knew what was happening, and knew he would be punished further, but shook no. Ratchet then pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, earning another cry of pain, but the fox still stubbornly refused to listen. Ratchet then reached for his vortex cannon, shoved the barrel over Drake's cock, and switched the suck to maximum, earning him a moan as Drake instantly shot a load down the gun. Pinning it down between Drake's legs and the wall, he then reached for his tesla claws. "Gonna behave now?" he asked.

Drake was persistent though, he would not give in without a fight, so he shook another no, despite the enormous pleasure coursing through his body, as well as the pain in his ass.

Setting the gloves to a low voltage, he grabbed the gun with his right hand, and put his left index finger on the soft patch of flesh underneath Drake's balls. Pain and pleasure shot through Drake as he shot a second, bigger load down the barrel of the gun, cumming for a good half a minute until ratchet pulled his hand away.

"Ready to give in yet?" He asked, making sure to sound like he was hoping for a no, which he got. So he cranked up the voltage, and returned his hands to their position, making the fox hit his third orgasm in less than two minutes. Pain was now completely nullifying the pleasure as Ratchet then chose to set a punishing rhythm with his hips, using his upper body to keep the fox pinned, as he kept cumming for almost a full ninety seconds before he ran dry, still in a state of orgasm.

Removing his hands again, he slowed his rhythm and asked, "you sure you wanna keep defying me? I could make this all more pleasurable then you could ever have imagined. Give in." but the fox shook no again.

Turning up he voltage to maximum, Ratchet whispered "As you wish" before resuming what he had been doing, Drake shooting almost clear cum down the gun for well over two minutes, until he reached that same painful state where he needed to come so badly it hurt, but there was nothing left to cum, while Ratchet kept pounding his ass, the colossal man meat crushing over every sweet spot, but the pleasure that came from that only served to intensify the pain, until with a grunt, the lombax hilted himself, and filled Drake with his cum until he could taste it in his mouth.

After fully riding off his orgasm, he pulled out, and stashed his gloves away, before removing the painfully low pressure from Drake's swollen dick, but when the electricity stopped, Drake had passed out.

Drake woke up to the comforting smell of his tent. The lack of light filtering through told him it was night by now. His balls ached painfully. He sat right up, and immediately fell back down as pain flared up in his ass. Then he remembered the lombax outside who was the cause of his agony. When I get my hands on that cute overly hung fur, I'll hang him. Put one of his own weapons at his balls and pull the trigger, I'll...

"You're awake." Ratchet spoke as he entered the tent. Drake, sunk in his thoughts of what he'd do to him, never saw him enter. Pulling out a box that glew in a strange light, from some kind of sphere inside, he opened it and dropped the content on Drake. Expecting some kind op potion, drake was surprised when he didn't feel anything soak through his fur. He looked up questioningly at the lombax, who took it as his cue to start explaining that it were nanobots which would repair his body in a matter of seconds.

Already feeling the effects on himself, he swept Ratchet off of his feet, and pinned him to the floor. "How long have I been out?" he demanded from the little guy.

"Only a few hours." Ratchet replied, "Already willing to submit yourself to me?"

"You wish." Drake replied, "You violated me severely, and left me to sleep in pain while you could have patched me up." Anger rising, Ratchet thought he saw a dark aura radiating from Drake.

"Yeah, I figured if you could be an asshole than so could I." Ratchet answered calmly as if it was the most common thing in the world, "but I did just lengthen your natural life span, as well as enhance your body's ability to heal until the last of your days. I even increased its adaptability to environment."

Just as Drake was about to retaliate, a tiny red light flicked on in the tent. "Intruders, gimme a gun and get ready." Drake ordered in hushed tones. Ratchet obeyed, handing him a weird looking gun to be held in both hands with blue tubes sticking out of the sides. He quickly scaled the tree nearest to the tent, and whipped out a Splitter Rifle he had equipped with a night vision scope. Searching between the trees, he quickly located what looked like a human with a bolt through his head. Drake meanwhile had found cover behind the log that was the couch near the campfire.

"He's human" Ratchet spoke, making sure that said human could not hear him with the distance he was at "Show yourself" Drake yelled, gun at the ready. "I heard someone asked around for information on one of Cortex's minions. I'm a local bartender who has a score to settle with him, so I asked around and I may have intel on Tiger's wereabouts." he timed his entering the clearing with the speaking of the name, sure he wouldn't get shot.

"In that case, please, have a seat while I get the fire going again." he spoke as he rose from his spot, and threw a few pieces of wood in the pit before igniting it. Pointing the gun loosely at the man, he asked "What can you tell me about my brother?"

"That he and an over sized bandicoot were getting frisky in the canyon, about two days ago, and have been spotted there more then once together." the man replied.

"Thank you..." Drake replied fishing for the man's name.

"Brio"

"Thanks Brio." Drake replied, "but now that you have seen me here, I cannot allow you to leave." he then pulled the trigger of the gun and saw a strange beam strike Brio, and hold steady for a few seconds before he turned into a duck. A duck that immediately got sniped between the eyes. "HOW DARE YOU." Drake yelled up the tree, causing the lombax to burst into an all out laughter. His grip therefore was not what it should have been as Drake shook the tree, and he came tumbling down, still laughing well after landing... on top of Drake. Something about that laugh was addictive, and Drake found himself chuckling along, even if just a little.

Not that he would ever admit it as he grunted "Get off me or I'll tie a knot in your dick." Then as they got up, it dawned on them both that Ratchet had just shot an innocent person. The lombax turned his face away not wanting to see the disgust he was sure would be all over Drake's face, feeling bad to his very core for the unnecessary loss of life.

Drake however broke into a huge smile and pulled him into a tight hug. "Well done, Ratchet" He cheered, "you just killed your first innocent. We should celebrate. How about a feast at the wumpa market?" The response had the desired effect as Ratchet calmed in his arms.

"Aren't shops closed here around this time of night?" Ratchet asked.

"I'm counting on it" Drake answered, grinning sadistically.

"Okay then," Ratchet replied, "I'll just take one moment at the creek, and I'm good to go." Not waiting for a reply, he marched to the creek, splashed some in his face, and filled his hydrodisplacer to the brim. Then he got up and walked with Drake, back to the town.

Arriving there, the streets were quiet, and save for the occasional light emanating from a window, everything was dark. Ratchet followed Drake, who walked right in the middle of the street, ignoring the patches of light, and head held high, as if what they were about to do was nothing special, and for drake perhaps it wasn't but Ratchet flinched every time he notices someone who might see him.

"Act like nothing is wrong, and the people will believe it to be so." Drake mumbled as Ratchet kept avoiding the patches of light where he could be seen. It was a cloudy moonless night. With eyes adjusted to light, you wouldn't be able to see anything. Meanwhile, Drake marched straight for the market. Marching to one of the wumpa fruit storage boxes, be used some fire magic to heat the lock, before fluently pulling it from its place. Picking two, he tossed one to the lombax before wolfing down on the other.

Meanwhile Ratchet sniffed his way through the many crates with all kinds of plants and plant parts. When he found the smell he was looking for, he was pleasantly surprised to notice it came from a small pouch. Opening it revealed a yellow powder he had been hoping to find. He then grabbed another piece of wumpa fruit, cut it in half, laced one side with the powder on the soft yellow flesh, and offered it to drake, while taking a bite from the unlaced half. Drake took it and savored the first bite before tossing the entire thing in his maw.

The lombax had wondered off again by now and found himself in front of a comic store. The only wooden building on the market. Pulling out his god old Walloper, he bashed in the door. He immediately noticed the dimensions were off, the rear being closer then it should be.

Brushing aside a wall carpet, he found the back room, and what he saw was everything he had hoped to encounter, so he proceeded to stuff his every pocket with whatever he could find.

Back outside, Drake was now on his fourth box of wumpa fruit, having tried some with syrup, with sugar, with honey, with cinnamon, and every other product he could find that he imagined would taste good with it. He had yet to figure out what was on that half Ratchet gave him though. Thinking of that sexy little minx, where is he. Then he spotted ratchet walking out of the comic store. When he looks like that, that's inviting to be raped, and I'm the only one around. He didn't notice how rapidly his thoughts had drifted from figuring out that taste to sex. Ratchet walked straight up to him, and shoved his right paw down Drake's pants, grinning much like Drake had earlier when he suggested the feast when he heard a satisfying click.

Despite Ratchet purposely avoiding to give any friction, Drake was rapidly developing an almost painful hard on, throbbing with need in his pants, and creating a visible bulge. "Looks like someone is getting horny" Ratchet purred seductively while Drake was already struggling to rid himself of the painful constriction of his pants. "Want me to give you pleasure?" he purred in the fox' ear, ghosting his breath over the fox, who eagerly nodded