The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning metal as Ratchet and Xennah sprinted through the crumbling ruins of an ancient Lombax temple. Their boots pounded against the cracked stone floor, the sound echoing off the walls like a drumbeat. Xennah’s golden-red fur glistened with sweat under the dim light of the alien sun filtering through the broken ceiling. Her plasma whip crackled in her hand, ready to strike at any moment. Ratchet, ever the daredevil, grinned as he fired his blaster at the swarm of robotic sentinels chasing them.

“You sure this is the way out?” Xennah shouted over the chaos, her voice tinged with both urgency and a hint of exasperation.

“Trust me!” Ratchet called back, his tone playful despite the danger. “I’ve got a sixth sense for these things!”

Before Xennah could retort, a sudden flash of light erupted in front of them, forcing them to skid to a halt. The air seemed to warp and twist, and a swirling portal materialized out of nowhere. Out stepped two figures—one a younger version of Ratchet, his fur a vibrant gold, his expression wide-eyed and full of youthful energy. The other was an older Ratchet, his Holoflux armour shining, his stance more confident and seasoned.

Xennah froze, her whip lowering slightly as she stared at the two newcomers. “What the—?”

The younger Ratchet blinked, his eyes darting between Xennah and his older self. “Whoa. Is that… me? And who’s she?”

The armoured Ratchet smirked, crossing his arms. “Looks like we’ve stumbled into a bit of a time paradox.”

Ratchet—the present-day one—groaned, running a hand over his face. “Great. Just what we needed. More versions of me.”

Xennah’s sharp instincts kicked in, and she quickly assessed the situation. “Okay, let’s not panic. We’ve got two Ratchets from different timelines, a portal that shouldn’t exist, and a horde of robots about to—”

Her words were cut off as the sentinels closed in, their mechanical limbs whirring menacingly. Without hesitation, the older Ratchet pulled out a massive wrench and charged forward, smashing the nearest robot into scrap metal. The younger Ratchet followed suit, his movements less refined but no less effective.

“Nice moves, kid!” the armoured Ratchet called out, grinning.

“Thanks, dude!” the younger one shot back, dodging a laser blast.

Xennah rolled her eyes, her whip snapping through the air as she took down two sentinels in one fluid motion. “Can we focus, please?”

As the last robot fell, the group stood in the center of the ruined temple, panting and covered in dust. The portal still shimmered behind them, its energy humming softly.

“So,” the younger Ratchet began, turning to Xennah with a curious look. “You’re a Lombax too?”

Xennah hesitated, her ears twitching slightly. “Yeah. It’s… complicated.”

Ratchet, the present one, stepped forward, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “She’s my wife.”

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? I get married? To her?”

Xennah raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Got a problem with that?”

“No! I mean… you’re…” The younger Ratchet stammered, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur. “You’re… uh… you're really pretty...”

Ratchet chuckled, clapping his younger self on the shoulder. “Relax, kid. You’ll get there.”

Xennah stepped closer to the younger Ratchet, her golden-red fur catching the light as she tilted her head. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

The younger Ratchet’s ears flattened against his head, and he took a step back. “I—uh—thanks?”

The group quickly regrouped, the portal still humming ominously behind them. “We need to get out of here,” Ratchet said, glancing at the swirling energy. “Veldin’s our best bet. It’s safe, and we can figure this mess out there.”

With a nod from everyone, they stepped through the portal, the world around them blurring before solidifying into the familiar dusty landscape of Veldin. The younger Ratchet’s eyes lit up as he recognized the garage in the distance. “Whoa, this place hasn’t changed a bit!”

The Holoflux armoured Ratchet chuckled, his gaze softening as he took in the sight. “Some things never do.”

But as they approached the garage, an uncomfortable sensation began to creep in. Xennah shifted uncomfortably, her tail flicking. “Uh, guys? Anyone else feeling… really full right now?”

Ratchet winced, pressing a hand to his stomach. “Yeah, I think that portal messed with more than just time. We should probably… take care of that.”

The younger Ratchet grimaced, bouncing on his heels. “No kidding. I feel like I’m about to burst.”

“Alright,” Ratchet said, gesturing toward the garage. “Let’s split up. Xennah, you head inside and use the bathroom there. We’ll take care of it out back.”

Xennah nodded, already moving toward the door. “Good plan. Don’t take too long.”

As she disappeared inside, the three Ratchets hurried around the side of the garage, the armoured one leading the way. “Over here,” he said, pointing to a secluded spot behind a cluster of rocks. “This’ll do.”

The younger Ratchet didn’t need to be told twice, quickly finding a spot and sighing in relief. “Man, I didn’t realize how bad I needed that.”

Ratchet smirked, shaking his head. “You’ll get used to it. Adventures like this tend to have… unexpected side effects.”

The Holoflux armoured Ratchet chuckled, leaning against a rock. “Just wait until you’re my age. You’ll appreciate a good pit stop even more.”

As they finished up, the tension in the air began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. But the mystery of the portal—and what it meant for their timelines—still loomed large.

Xennah stepped into the garage, her ears twitching as she glanced toward the bathroom. But curiosity got the better of her. She couldn’t resist the urge to see what the Ratchets were up to—and maybe satisfy a little personal interest. With a sly grin, she crept back outside, her movements silent and deliberate.

Peeking around the corner of the garage, she spotted the three Ratchets in their secluded spot. Her golden-red fur shimmered in the sunlight as she leaned against the wall, her sharp eyes taking in the scene. The younger Ratchet was fidgeting nervously, his tail flicking as he tried to focus on the task at hand. The armoured Ratchet, meanwhile, seemed completely unfazed, his posture relaxed and confident. And then there was her Ratchet—her husband—caught somewhere in between, his expression a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment.

Xennah’s gaze lingered for a moment, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Well, well, she thought, this is… enlightening. She couldn’t help but notice the differences between them—not just in age and experience, but in other, more… personal ways. The younger Ratchet was lean and wiry, full of untamed energy, while the older one had a more solid, seasoned build. Her Ratchet, though, was just right—a perfect balance of strength and agility.

Xennah’s sharp eyes couldn’t help but drift downward, her curiosity getting the better of her. The younger Ratchet was, well, youthful in every sense—his cock was slender and not yet fully developed, a reflection of his inexperience and untapped potential. 

Her attention shifted to the fully-armoured Ratchet, who stood with a confident ease. His cock was thicker, more substantial, a testament to years of growth and maturity. It hung with a certain weight, and Xennah couldn’t help but appreciate the way it seemed to command attention. There was a quiet pride in his stance, as if he knew exactly what he had to offer.

But it was her Ratchet—her husband—who truly caught her eye. He was the perfect middle ground, his cock neither too slender nor overly thick, but just right. It was firm and well-proportioned, a reflection of the balance he carried in every aspect of his life. She felt a familiar warmth stir within her as she admired him, her tail flicking with quiet satisfaction.

The younger Ratchet shifted uncomfortably, his tail flicking as he tried to focus on the task at hand. But as he stood there, a strange warmth began to build in his chest—a feeling he wasn’t entirely familiar with. His gaze flicked downward, and he couldn’t help but notice the way his cock twitched slightly under the sunlight. It was an odd sensation, one that made his fur prickle with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

He glanced at the older Ratchets, who were both preoccupied with their own business. The armoured Ratchet was leaning casually against a rock, his posture relaxed, while his present-day counterpart was adjusting his gear, seemingly oblivious. The younger Ratchet hesitated, then slowly reached down, his fingers brushing against his cock. A shiver ran through him as he felt the softness of his fur and the firmness beneath it. His heart raced, and he quickly pulled his hand away, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed.

But the sensation lingered, and he couldn’t resist trying again. This time, he let his fingers linger, gently rubbing along the length of his cock. It felt… good. Really good. His breath hitched, and he bit his lip to stifle any sound. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this—not here, not now—but the thrill of it was too much to ignore. His tail twitched nervously as he continued, his movements slow and cautious.

Unbeknownst to him, Xennah was still watching from her hiding spot, her sharp eyes catching every detail. She smirked to herself, her tail flicking with amusement. "Well, well," she thought, "looks like someone’s discovering new things about himself." She didn’t intervene, though. This was his moment, and she wasn’t about to ruin it.

The younger Ratchet’s ears burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t stop. His cock grew firmer under his touch, and he felt a strange sense of pride mixed with arousal. He glanced at the older Ratchets again, wondering if they’d ever felt this way when they were his age. The thought only fuelled his curiosity, and he pressed on, his movements becoming bolder despite the risk of being caught.

The younger Ratchet’s breath quickened as his fingers moved with more urgency, his cock now fully erect and throbbing in his hand. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a soft moan, but the sensation was too overwhelming. His tail twitched wildly, and he leaned back against the rocks for support, completely lost in the moment.

“Uh, kid?” Ratchet’s voice broke through the haze, tinged with amusement. “You might want to… tone it down a little.”

The younger Ratchet froze, his eyes snapping open to see both the older Ratchets staring at him with raised eyebrows. His face burned with embarrassment, and he quickly yanked his hand away, his cock still standing at attention. “I—uh—I wasn’t—!”

The armoured Ratchet chuckled, shaking his head. “Relax, kid. We’ve all been there. Just… maybe save it for when you’re alone next time.”

Ratchet smirked, crossing his arms. “Yeah, or at least wait until we’re not in the middle of a time paradox.”

The younger Ratchet groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

Ratchet, the present-day one, smirked and stepped closer to his younger self. “You know, if you’re going to do it, you might as well do it right.” He glanced at the older Ratchet, who nodded in agreement. “Let us show you how it’s done.”

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? You’re serious?”

“Why not?” the armoured Ratchet said with a shrug, his tone casual. “Consider it a lesson in… self-discovery.”

Before the younger Ratchet could protest, both the older Ratchets began to demonstrate, their movements confident and deliberate. The Holoflux'd Ratchet leaned back against a rock, his thick cock already firm in his hand as he stroked slowly, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Ratchet, meanwhile, stood tall, his grip firm but gentle as he worked himself with practiced ease.

The younger Ratchet hesitated, then followed their lead, his movements awkward at first but growing more confident as he watched them. His breath hitched as he felt the heat building within him, his cock throbbing in his hand. “This… this feels amazing,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Xennah leaned against the garage wall, her golden-red fur shimmering in the sunlight as she watched the scene unfold. Her sharp eyes took in every detail, and she couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through her own body. Her tail flicked restlessly as she felt herself growing more aroused, her breath quickening as she admired the three Ratchets in their shared moment.

“Well,” she murmured to herself, a sly smile playing on her lips. “This is definitely not how I expected today to go.”

As the younger Ratchet’s moans grew louder, Xennah’s own desire intensified. She bit her lip, her hand instinctively moving to her thigh as she continued to watch, completely captivated by the sight before her.

As the group continued their 'fun', Xennah once again felt the uncomfortable pressure building in her lower abdomen. She shifted her weight, trying to ignore it, but the sensation only grew more insistent. Her golden-red fur bristled slightly as she glanced around, searching for a discreet spot. The rock she had been hiding behind seemed like the best option.

The Ratchets, still engrossed in their impromptu demonstration, didn’t immediately notice Xennah’s absence. The younger Ratchet’s movements grew more confident as he watched his older selves, his cock throbbing in his hand. “W-wow... this is incredible,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

The armoured Ratchet chuckled, his strokes slow and deliberate. “You’re getting the hang of it, kid. Just remember—it’s all about rhythm.”

Ratchet, the present-day one, smirked, his grip firm but gentle. “And don’t forget to enjoy it. That’s the most important part.”

Under the encouragement of his older selves, the younger Ratchet’s movements grew more urgent, his breath hitching as he felt the pressure building within him. “I think I’m… I’m close,” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“That’s it, kid,” the older Ratchet said, his tone steady and reassuring. “Just let it happen.”

Ratchet, the present-day one, nodded, his own strokes slowing as he focused on his younger self. “You’ve got this. Don’t hold back.”

With a final gasp, the younger Ratchet came, his body shuddering as he spilled over his hand. His ears flattened against his head, and he let out a soft moan, his tail twitching wildly. “Wow… that was really... something.” he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.

The armoured Ratchet chuckled, his own release following shortly after. “Not bad for your first time,” he said, his voice warm with approval.

Ratchet smirked, finishing himself off with a satisfied sigh. “You’re a natural, kid. Just wait until you get more practice.”

The younger Ratchet’s cheeks flushed beneath his fur, but he couldn’t hide the proud smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks, guys. I mean… I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“It only gets better from here,” the fully-armoured Ratchet said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’ve got a lot to look forward to.”