The mission had started smoothly, but now, as the group trudged through the dense, alien jungle of Planet Florana, things were taking a turn for the uncomfortable. Ratchet adjusted his grip on his wrench, his tail flicking nervously as he glanced at Rivet. Her lilac fur was damp with sweat, and her ears twitched with every rustle in the underbrush. Beside them, Xennah, the auburn-furred Lombax, was tapping her foot impatiently, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The robots—Clank, Kit, and Isabelle—trailed behind, their metallic bodies glinting in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

“Uh, guys,” Ratchet began, his voice strained as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda… uh… I need to take a break. Like, now.”

Rivet groaned, her tail curling in agitation. “Don’t even start, Ratchet. I’ve been holding it in for the last hour. Why is there never a bathroom when you need one?”

Xennah let out a frustrated sigh, her green-blue eyes narrowing as she scanned the jungle. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing but trees and rocks for miles. What are we supposed to do?”

The Lombaxes exchanged uneasy glances. The idea of peeing together was mortifying, but the pressure in their bladders was becoming unbearable. Ratchet’s ears flattened against his head, and Rivet’s tail flicked faster, her lilac fur bristling.

Clank, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward, his metallic hands clasped in front of him. “While I understand the discomfort of your situation, I must remind you that we are on a time-sensitive mission. Perhaps finding a suitable spot to… relieve yourselves would be the most efficient course of action.”

Kit tilted her head, her optics flickering as she processed the conversation. “I suppose it’s a physiological necessity. I can monitor the perimeter to ensure your privacy.”

Isabelle, the petite Zoni-bot, floated closer, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll assist Kit. We’ll make sure you aren’t interrupted.”

Ratchet groaned, running a hand over his face. “Great. Just great. So, we’re really doing this? Out here? In the open?”

Rivet let out a sharp laugh, though it was tinged with desperation. “Do you have a better idea, Ratchet? Because I’m about to burst, and I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Xennah shot her a concerned look, her ears twitching. “This is not how I imagined this mission going. Let’s just… get it over with.”

The three Lombaxes moved a few yards away from the robots, finding a small clearing surrounded by thick foliage. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and exotic flowers, and the sound of distant wildlife echoed through the trees. Ratchet hesitated, his cheeks burning under his fur as he glanced at Rivet and Xennah.

The space was cramped, forcing them to stand close together, their bodies almost brushing as they tried to position themselves. Ratchet’s ears flattened against his head, his tail twitching nervously. “Uh… there’s no room to turn around,” he muttered, his voice tinged with panic.

Rivet sighed, her blue eyes narrowing as she glanced around. “Looks like we’ll have to do this face-to-face. Let’s just… make it quick.”

Xennah flustered as her tail lashed behind her. “T-this is beyond mortifying. C-can we just get it over with..?”

As the three Lombaxes stood in their tight circle, the air thick with tension, their eyes inevitably drifted toward each other, unable to resist the forbidden temptation. Ratchet’s gaze flickered downward, catching a glimpse of Rivet’s smooth, lilac-furred mound, the delicate pink folds peeking through her fur. His breath hitched, his heart racing as he quickly averted his eyes, only to find himself staring at Xennah’s auburn-hued slit, glistening faintly in the humid jungle air.

Rivet, too, couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ratchet. Her blue eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of his semi-erect member, the rosy tip glistening with precum. Her cheeks flushed under her lilac fur, and she bit her lip, quickly turning away, though the image lingered in her mind.

Xennah’s ears twitched as she felt their eyes on her. Despite her embarrassment, her gaze flicked toward Rivet, taking in the sight of her lithe figure and the soft, inviting curves of her mound. Then, almost unwillingly, her eyes drifted to Ratchet, her breath catching as she noticed his arousal. She swallowed hard, her tail lashing behind her as she fought to maintain her composure.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the jungle fading into the background as the three Lombaxes stood frozen in their mutual, unspoken curiosity. The air was thick with a strange, electric tension, their shared vulnerability creating an intimacy that none of them had anticipated.

Ratchet’s voice broke the silence, his words shaky and hesitant. “Uh… we should probably, uh… get started.”

Rivet nodded, her voice equally unsteady. “Right. Let’s just… focus.”

Xennah muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning. “This is so embarrassing…”

But as they finally positioned themselves to relieve their aching bladders, none of them could shake the lingering sense of connection that had been forged in that brief, stolen moment. Their embarrassment was mixed with something deeper—a spark of curiosity, a flicker of attraction, and the undeniable sense that this mission was about to become far more complicated than any of them had imagined.

The sensation was almost overwhelming as the three Lombaxes finally let go, their bodies shuddering with a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. Rivet’s breath hitched as warmth spread through her lower body, her tail twitching involuntarily as her stream hit the ground with a soft patter. The pressure that had been building for hours finally released, and she let out a quiet sigh, her body sinking slightly as the tension melted away. The cool jungle air brushed against her exposed fur, sending a shiver up her spine, but the relief was too profound to care.

Xennah’s knees nearly buckled as she began, her auburn fur damp with sweat as her stream gushed out in a steady arc. The sensation was almost euphoric, the pressure in her bladder easing with each passing second. Her ears flicked back, her tail lashing as she fought to maintain her composure, though her cheeks burned under her fur. The sound of her release mingled with Rivet’s, the rhythmic splatter against the jungle floor oddly soothing.

Ratchet’s relief was equally intense, his body trembling as his powerful stream hit the ground with a hiss before combining with the girls' streams. The tension that had been coiling in his gut finally unravelled, and he let out a low moan, his ears flattening against his head. The warmth spreading through his lower body was almost too much, his mind momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer relief of it all. Despite his lingering embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of catharsis, the weight of the moment pressing down on him even as it lifted from his body.

The air was thick with the sound of their combined streams, the rhythmic patter against the jungle floor almost hypnotic. Ratchet couldn’t help but steal another glance down at Rivet and Xennah, his heart pounding as he took in the intimate sight of their bared bodies. Since he had never seen the female form in all of its glory before, he decided to take the chance while he could. 

Rivet’s folds glistened with moisture, her stream slowing as she neared the end. Ratchet then caught a brief but undeniable glimpse of Xennah's mound, the soft auburn fur parting slightly to reveal the delicate pink folds beneath. His breath hitched, and he quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks burning even hotter under his fur. This is so wrong, he thought, but the image lingered in his mind, sparking a strange, forbidden curiosity.

Rivet’s sharp blue eyes flicked up just as Ratchet’s gaze lingered on her exposed fur, her cheeks flushing a deep purple under her lilac fur. Her tail lashed behind her, and she crossed her arms over her chest, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and indignation. “Eyes up, Ratchet,” she quipped, though her tone was softer than expected, almost playful.

Ratchet’s ears flattened against his head, his face burning as he stammered, “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—I mean, it’s just—I wasn’t—” His words tumbled out in a panicked rush, his tail flicking nervously as he averted his gaze.

Xennah, too, caught him staring, her green-blue eyes widening as she followed his line of sight. Her auburn fur bristled slightly, and her tail lashed behind her, though her reaction wasn’t entirely one of anger. “R--Ratchet?” she said, her voice trembling slightly, though there was a hint of teasing in her tone. “W-why are you making this even more awkward?”

Ratchet groaned, running a hand over his face, his ears drooping in defeat. “I swear, I wasn’t trying to—I mean, it’s just—this whole situation is just… ugh!” His tail flicked faster, and he took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the two Lombax women.

Rivet smirked, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes as she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. “Admit it, Ratchet. You were curious. Weren’t you~? I guess you've never seen a naked female Lombax before, huh~?” Her voice was low, almost sultry, and the way she tilted her head made Ratchet’s heart skip a beat.

“I, uh—no! No, it’s not like that!” Ratchet protested, his voice cracking slightly as his cheeks burned hotter under his fur. He couldn’t help but glance back at her, though, his curiosity getting the better of him.

As the three Lombaxes turned back to their task, the lingering glances and flustered expressions spoke volumes, the jungle around them growing quieter, as if holding its breath.

Xennah’s heart pounded as she realised she didn’t mind Ratchet looking at her; in fact, she wished he had lingered longer. The forbidden thrill of his gaze sent a rush of warmth through her, and she found herself wanting to look at him in return. Despite the mortifying situation, there was something undeniably exciting about the vulnerability they all shared. She wanted him to see her, to notice her in a way he never had before. And more than that, she wanted to see him—all of him.

Ratchet’s semi-erect length was fully on display, and Xennah’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. The rosy tip glistened with precum, and her pulse quickened as her eyes traced the length of his shaft, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts. She wanted to memorise every detail, to savour this rare, intimate moment, but her embarrassment was too much to bear. Her tail twitched, and she quickly averted her gaze, her face burning as she focused on the ground beneath her.

What if he catches me staring? she thought, panic flaring in her chest. The last thing she wanted was for Ratchet to notice her blatant curiosity—or worse, to realise the depth of her feelings. But as her stream slowed to a trickle, her eyes betrayed her once again, drifting back toward him despite her best intentions. The sight of him, so vulnerable and exposed, sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt.

Ratchet’s ears twitched as he felt a pair of eyes lingering on him. He glanced up, his breath catching as he caught Xennah staring—right at his cock, before immediately looking away. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Ratchet’s cheeks burned under his fur, his heart pounding as he realised she was looking at him. His tail flicked nervously, and he stammered, “Uh, X-Xennah? E-eyes up here, m-maybe?” His voice cracked slightly, the words tumbling out before he could stop himse

Xennah’s ears shot up, her face flushing a deep red under her fur as she snapped her gaze away. “I—I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t—” she stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment. Her tail lashed behind her, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, though the damage was already done.

Ratchet couldn’t help but notice how flustered she was, her usual composure shattered in an instant. His own embarrassment was still fresh, but there was something oddly… thrilling about the way she had looked at him. His tail flicked again, and he found himself stealing another glance at her, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Rivet, who had been watching the exchange with a smirk, let out a low chuckle. “Well, this just keeps getting more interesting,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone’s a little curious, huh, Xennah~?”

Xennah shot her a glare, her cheeks still burning. “Shut up, Rivet,” she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual edge. Her ears twitched, and she couldn’t help but glance back at Ratchet, her gaze flickering downward for just a split second before she quickly looked away.

Ratchet’s heart skipped a beat as he caught her glancing again, the fluttering feeling in his chest intensifying. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and lingering curiosity. And as they stood there, the jungle around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the electric connection that had been forged in that brief, stolen moment.

Finally, after a hell of a lot of embarrassment, the three Lombaxes finished, their streams ceasing as they zipped up their pants, their faces flushed with a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment.

Ratchet cleared his throat, his ears twitching nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, uh… I know that was… super awkward, but I think we handled it. Sort of.” He shot a quick glance at Rivet and Xennah, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush under his fur. “Let’s all just agree that this… moment doesn’t leave this jungle. Deal?”

Rivet crossed her arms, her golden eyes glinting with amusement as she tilted her head. “Oh, I don’t know, Ratchet. I think this could make for a pretty funny story back at the outpost.”

“Rivet,” Ratchet groaned, his tail flicking anxiously. “I’m serious. This stays between us. Please.”

Xennah let out a sigh, her auburn fur still slightly ruffled from the ordeal. “I’m with Ratchet on this one. The less said about it, the better.” She shot Rivet a pointed look, her green-blue eyes narrowing. “So no jokes. None.”

Rivet smirked, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. My lips are sealed. But you’ve got to admit, it’s going to be really hard not to bring this up the next time you two are being all uptight.”

Ratchet groaned again, running a hand over his face. “Why do I even bother?” He shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment. “Let’s just… focus on the mission, okay? We’ve got a galaxy to save.”

Xennah nodded, her tail flicking once before settling. “Agreed. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can all forget… that ever happened.”

As the three Lombaxes made their way back to where the robots were waiting, Ratchet couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Sure, the situation had been mortifying, but they’d survived it. And maybe, just maybe, the weird tension between them had softened a little. He glanced at Rivet and Xennah, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Thanks, you guys. For, uh… not making this any worse than it already was.”

Rivet chuckled softly, her smirk softening into something almost warm. “Anytime, Ratchet. But don’t think I’m done teasing you just yet.”

“Rivet,” Ratchet groaned again, though this time, there was a hint of laughter in his voice. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter as they re-joined the group, the jungle’s oppressive atmosphere lifting just a little.

Xennah’s ears twitched, her tail flicking irritably. “Can we not talk about it?”

As the Lombaxes made their way back to the robots, Ratchet couldn’t shake the strange, fluttering feeling in his chest. The experience had been embarrassing, sure, but there was something oddly… intimate about it. He glanced at Rivet and Xennah, his heart skipping a beat as he wondered if they felt it too.

Clank greeted them with his usual calm demeanour, though his optics flickered with curiosity. “Are you all feeling better now?”

Rivet smirked, her golden eyes gleaming. “Oh, we’re much better. Let’s get back to the mission, shall we?”

As the group set off again, Ratchet couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at Rivet and Xennah. The strange, electric tension between them was impossible to ignore. And as they moved deeper into the jungle, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more… complicated.

“So,” Rivet began, her voice low and teasing. “What do you think the chances are that we’ll need to stop for another… break?”

Ratchet groaned, his ears flattening against his head. “Please, don’t even joke about that.”

But as they continued through the jungle, the tension between them only grew, the air crackling with unspoken desires and the lingering ghost of their earlier predicament. And as the group pressed on, Ratchet couldn’t help but wonder where this strange, electric journey would take them…