Meanwhile, as Xennah crouched behind the rock, her golden-red fur shimmering in the sunlight as she finally let go. The sound of her stream hitting the ground was soft, barely audible over the distant hum of the portal and the Ratchets’ chatter. She sighed in relief, her tail flicking lazily as the pressure in her lower abdomen eased.

But as she continued, a familiar warmth spread through her body—one that had nothing to do with her bladder. Her sharp eyes darted toward the Ratchets, who were still engrossed in their releases. The sight of them, so confident and unashamed, stirred something deep within her. Her hand moved almost instinctively, brushing against her thigh before sliding higher.

Xennah bit her lip, her breath hitching as she gave in to the urge. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, teasing herself as she continued to relieve herself. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and she couldn’t stifle a soft moan.

The Ratchets, still riding the high of their shared moment, froze as a soft moan reached their ears. Their heads snapped toward the sound, and they exchanged curious glances. Without a word, they crept toward the source, their movements silent and deliberate.

Peeking around the corner of the garage, they spotted Xennah crouched behind a rock, her golden-red fur shimmering in the sunlight. Her tail flicked lazily as she relieved herself, but what caught their attention was the way her hand moved between her thighs, teasing herself with practiced ease. Her breath hitched, and another soft moan escaped her lips.

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, his ears burning with embarrassment—and something else. He couldn’t look away, his gaze fixed on the way her fingers moved, the way her body trembled with pleasure. His cock twitched in response, and he quickly glanced at his older selves, unsure of how to react.

The older Ratchet smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, well,” he murmured, his voice low. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself.”

Ratchet, the present-day one, shook his head, though he couldn’t hide his grin. “She’s always been… adventurous~”

Xennah’s sharp ears caught their whispers, and she glanced up, her blue-green eyes locking onto theirs. For a moment, she froze, her hand stilling as the realization hit her. Her cheeks flushed beneath her golden-red fur, and she quickly tried to cover herself, her tail flicking nervously. “I—uh—this isn’t what it looks like!” she stammered, her usual confidence faltering.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, stepped forward, his expression softening as he approached her. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’re not judging you.”

Xennah’s ears flattened, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

He tilted her chin up with a finger, his gaze warm and reassuring. “Relax, Xennah. It’s just us. And trust me, we won’t tell anyone.” He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, his touch calming her flustered nerves.

The younger Ratchet shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah, no judgment here. I mean… I was kind of doing the same thing earlier, so…”

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms. “You’re among friends, Xennah. No need to be embarrassed.”

Xennah sighed, her tension easing as she leaned into Ratchet’s embrace. “You’re right,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I guess I just… got caught up in the moment.”

“Happens to the best of us,” Ratchet said with a grin, brushing a strand of fur from her face.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, leaned in close, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “You know,” he said, his tone playful yet suggestive, “we could give them a little show. Let them know what they have to look forward to.”

Xennah’s blue-green eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced at the younger and older Ratchets, who were still trying to process the awkwardness of the moment. Her tail flicked lazily, and she tilted her head, considering his offer. “You think they can handle it~?” she murmured back, her lips curling into a sly smile.

“Only one way to find out,” Ratchet replied, his grin widening as he reached for her hand.

Without another word, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist as their lips met in a heated kiss. Xennah melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest as she deepened the embrace. The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, his ears twitching nervously, while the older Ratchet let out a low whistle, clearly impressed.

“Whoa,” the younger Ratchet stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is that… is that what I’m like in the future?”

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched the display. “You’ve got a lot to learn, kid. But trust me, it’s worth it.”

Xennah broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft gasps as she turned to face the other Ratchets. Her golden-red fur shimmered in the sunlight, and her sharp eyes sparkled with amusement. “Consider this a preview,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “You’ve got a lot to look forward to.”

Ratchet smirked, his hand resting on her hip as he added, “And trust me, she’s worth every second.”

The younger Ratchet’s cheeks burned beneath his fur, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The older Ratchet simply nodded, a knowing smile on his face. “This definitely looks like something I could get used to.”

Xennah’s sharp ears caught their whispers, and she glanced up, her blue-green eyes locking onto theirs. She didn’t stop, though. Instead, she smirked, her tail swishing playfully. “Enjoying the show, boys~?”

The younger Ratchet stammered, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur. “I—uh—we didn’t mean to—”

“Relax,” she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “I don’t mind an audience.”

The older Ratchet chuckled, leaning against the garage wall. “You’re something else, you know that~?”

Xennah’s smirk widened as she continued to touch herself, her movements slow and deliberate. “Just making sure you don’t forget who’s in charge.” She paused, her gaze flicking between the three Ratchets. “Though, I have to say… there’s something all of you seem to have in common. The size of your wrenches—and how you use them.”

Her Ratchet raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Oh? Is that a challenge~?”

Xennah tilted her head, her blue-green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe. Care to demonstrate~?”

Without hesitation, Ratchet leaned forward, his wrench already in hand. “Watch and learn,” he said, his tone playful yet confident.

As Xennah finished relieving herself, she straightened up a little, her golden-red fur glistening in the sunlight. Before she could stand up,  however, her Ratchet kneeled down in front of her, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. He reached down, gripping his cock firmly and positioning himself right at her entrance.

“Just making sure we’re on the same page,” Ratchet said with a sly grin, his tone playful yet commanding. “You’ve been teasing us long enough.”

Xennah raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, so now you’re taking charge? Bold move.”

“Someone has to,” he shot back, his grip tightening slightly as he pressed forward, just enough to make her gasp. “Unless you’d rather I stop?”

She hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of him against her. Then, with a low chuckle, she leaned back against the rock, her tail swishing lazily. “Don’t you dare.”

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, his ears twitching nervously as he watched the scene unfold. “Uh, is this… normal?”

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms. “For them? Absolutely.”

Ratchet didn’t wait for further commentary. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed into her, eliciting a soft moan from Xennah. Her claws dug into the rock behind her as she arched her back, her golden fur shimmering under the sunlight. “That’s more like it,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction.

He moved with practiced ease, his thrusts steady and deep, each one drawing another breathless sound from her. The younger Ratchet couldn’t look away, his own arousal flaring as he watched the two of them together. The older Ratchet simply smirked, clearly enjoying the show.

“See, kid?” the older Ratchet said, his tone teasing. “This is what you have to look forward to.”

The younger Ratchet swallowed hard, his tail flicking nervously. “I… uh… I think I need a minute.”

Xennah laughed softly, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement even as her breath hitched with pleasure. “Don’t worry,” she managed between gasps. “You’ll get there.”

Ratchet smirked, his movements growing more urgent as he focused on Xennah. “Just focus on the lesson for now.”

Xennah’s moans grew louder, her golden-red fur shimmering as she arched her back, her claws digging into the rock behind her. Ratchet’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one drawing another breathless sound from her. Her tail flicked wildly, and she glanced over at the younger Ratchet, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re missing out, kid,” she teased, her voice thick with pleasure.