The younger Ratchet’s ears twitched nervously, his gaze darting between Xennah and his older selves. His cock twitched in response, and he shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to join in—or if he even should. “I… uh… I don’t know if I should…” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The older Ratchet chuckled, leaning against the garage wall. “Go on, kid. Don’t be shy. She’s practically inviting you.”

Ratchet, still thrusting into Xennah, smirked over his shoulder. “She’s right. You’re missing out. But don’t worry—we’ll show you the ropes.”

Xennah reached out a hand toward the younger Ratchet, her fingers curling in a beckoning gesture. “Come here,” she purred, her voice low and inviting. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

The younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, his heart racing. Then, with a nervous gulp, he stepped forward, his tail flicking anxiously. Xennah’s hand found his, pulling him closer until he was standing beside her. She guided his hand to her hip, her touch warm and reassuring. “Just follow my lead,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, pulled out with a slow, deliberate motion, his cock glistening as he stepped back. He smirked at the younger Ratchet, gesturing toward Xennah with a playful nod. “Your turn, kid. Don’t keep her waiting.”

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, his ears twitching nervously. “Wait, me? Now?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Xennah chuckled, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Relax,” she purred, reaching out to pull him closer. “I’ll guide you through it.”

With a nervous gulp, the younger Ratchet stepped forward, his tail flicking anxiously. Xennah’s hands were warm and reassuring as she positioned him, her touch gentle yet firm. “Just go slow,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “Let me take the lead.”

As he pressed into her, the younger Ratchet let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Xennah’s soft moan encouraged him, and he began to move, his thrusts tentative at first but growing more confident as he found his rhythm. “This… this is incredible,” he admitted, his voice trembling with awe.

The older Ratchet watched from the sidelines, his hand moving slowly over his own cock as he observed the scene. His smirk was knowing, his gaze flicking between the younger Ratchet and Xennah. “Not bad for your first time,” he said, his tone teasing yet approving. “But you’ve got a lot to learn.”

Xennah glanced over at the older Ratchet, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “Jealous?” she teased, her voice thick with pleasure.

“Just appreciating the view,” he shot back, his strokes growing firmer as he continued to watch.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, leaned against the garage wall, his arms crossed as he observed the scene with a satisfied grin. “Looks like we’re all getting something out of this,” he said, his tone light and playful.

Xennah’s laughter echoed through the air, her golden-red fur shimmering in the sunlight as she arched her back, her claws digging into the rock behind her. “You boys are full of surprises,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

The younger Ratchet’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hitching as he felt the pressure building within him. His cock throbbed inside Xennah, every movement sending waves of pleasure through his body. “I… I think I’m going to—” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Xennah’s golden eyes gleamed with encouragement as she reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Let it happen,” she purred, her voice low and soothing. “You’ve earned it.”

With a final, shuddering thrust, the younger Ratchet came, his body trembling as he spilled inside her. His ears flattened against his head, and he let out a soft moan, his tail twitching wildly. “W-wow… f-fuck...” he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.

Xennah chuckled softly, her hand resting on his hip as she guided him through the aftershocks. “Not bad for your first time,” she teased, her tone warm and approving. “But trust me, you’ll get even better with practice.”

The older Ratchet smirked, crossing his arms as he watched the scene unfold. “He’s got potential,” he said, his tone teasing yet proud. “Just needs a little more confidence.”

The younger Ratchet nodded, still catching his breath as he pulled away from Xennah. His cheeks were flushed beneath his fur, but there was a 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 older Ratchet said, his voice warm with reassurance. “You’ve got a lot to look forward to.”

Xennah, still leaning against the rock, turned her blue-green eyes toward the oldest Ratchet, her tail flicking lazily. “And what about you?” she purred, her tone dripping with mischief. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”

The older Ratchet raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Oh? You want a turn with me too~?”

“Why not?” she replied, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I’m curious to see how you measure up.”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, chuckled, stepping back to give them space. “Go ahead, old man. Show her what you’ve got.”

The older Ratchet didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, his movements confident and deliberate, his thick cock already firm in his hand. Xennah’s blue-green eyes gleamed with anticipation as she leaned back against the rock, her tail swishing playfully. “Let’s see if you live up to the hype,” she teased.

With a low chuckle, the older Ratchet positioned himself, his cock pressing against her entrance. “Trust me,” he said, his voice deep and steady. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

As he pushed into her, Xennah let out a soft moan, her claws digging into the rock behind her. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one drawing another breathless sound from her. The younger Ratchet watched in awe, his ears twitching nervously, while Ratchet, her Ratchet, leaned against the garage wall, clearly enjoying the show.

“Not bad,” Xennah admitted between gasps, her golden eyes locked on the older Ratchet. “You’ve definitely got experience.”

He smirked, thrusts growing more urgent. “Told you,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if I can make you forget about those other two.”

Xennah laughed softly, her body trembling with pleasure. “We’ll see about that.”

The younger Ratchet, still flushed and flustered, glanced at his older self, who gave him a knowing smirk. “Well, kid,” the older Ratchet said, leaning casually against the garage wall, “since we’re all here, why not make the most of it?”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, chuckled, his hand already moving to his cock as he stepped closer to the younger version of himself. “Might as well show you how it’s done properly,” he said, his tone playful yet confident.

The younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, his ears twitching nervously, but the encouragement from his older selves was enough to push him over the edge. He reached down, his fingers brushing against his cock, which was already half-hard from the earlier excitement. His breath hitched as he began to stroke himself, his movements awkward at first but growing more confident as he watched his older self.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, moved with practiced ease, his grip firm but gentle as he worked himself with slow, deliberate strokes. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression one of quiet satisfaction as he focused on the task at hand. “See, kid?” he said, his voice low and steady. “It’s all about rhythm. Don’t rush it.”

The younger Ratchet nodded, his tail flicking nervously as he tried to mimic the older Ratchet’s movements. His cock twitched in his hand, and he let out a soft moan, his cheeks burning beneath his fur, his voice trembling slightly.

The older Ratchet chuckled, his own hand moving over his thick cock as he watched the scene unfold. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said, his tone teasing yet approving. “Just remember—it’s all about enjoying the moment.”

The older Ratchet’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hitching as he felt the pressure building within him. His cock throbbed inside Xennah, every movement sending waves of pleasure through his body. “I… I think I’m going to—” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Xennah’s blue-green eyes gleamed with encouragement as she reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Let it happen,” she purred, her voice low and soothing.

With a final, shuddering thrust, the older Ratchet came, his body trembling as he spilled inside her. His ears flattened against his head, and he let out a soft moan, his tail twitching wildly. “Fuck... you're incredible,” he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.

Xennah chuckled softly, her hand resting on his hip as she guided him through the aftershocks. “Not bad for an old timer,” she teased, her tone warm and approving.

The older Ratchet, ever confident, pulled out with a smirk, his thick cock still glistening as he looked between Xennah and the other two Ratchets. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “we’ve got a unique opportunity here. Why not make the most of it?”

Xennah raised an eyebrow, her golden eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Oh? And what exactly are you suggesting~?”

The older Ratchet smirked, his tail flicking lazily. “Why settle for one when you could have all three of us at once? I’m sure we could… collaborate.”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, chuckled, crossing his arms. “Bold move. But I’m not opposed to the idea.”

The younger Ratchet’s ears twitched nervously, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur. “Wait, all of us? At the same time? Isn’t that… uh… a lot?”

Xennah laughed softly, her tail swishing playfully. “Don’t worry, kid. I can handle it. Besides,” she added, her voice dripping with mischief, “I’m curious to see how well you boys can work together.”

The older Ratchet stepped closer, his hand resting on her hip as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, moved to her other side, his fingers brushing against her thigh. “Let’s show her what we’re made of.”

The younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, his movements awkward but determined. “I guess… I’m in.”

Xennah smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. “This should be interesting.”

The older Ratchet positioned himself behind Xennah, his thick cock pressing against her entrance, while Ratchet, her Ratchet, moved to her front, his cock brushing against her flaps. The younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, then stepped to her side, his slender cock teasingly nudging against her clit. Xennah’s blue-green eyes gleamed with anticipation, her tail swishing lazily as she smirked. 

“Ready when you are, boys.”

All at once, the Ratchets thrust into Xennah’s pussy, eliciting a loud, unrestrained moan from her. Her golden-red fur bristled as she arched her back, her claws digging into the rock behind her for support. The sensation of being filled by all three of them at once was overwhelming—each cock pressing into her from a different angle, their combined heat and rhythm sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Oh, fuck,” Xennah gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of ecstasy and disbelief. Her tail flicked wildly, and her blue-green eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the moment. “You boys… really know how to work together.”

The older Ratchet chuckled, his thrusts deep and deliberate, his thick cock stretching her in ways that made her toes curl. “Told you you wouldn’t be disappointed,” he growled, his voice low and rough with satisfaction.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, moved with practiced ease, his cock sliding against the older Ratchet’s as they both filled her. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re taking us so well, babe. Just let go.”

The younger Ratchet, though less experienced, found his rhythm quickly, his slender cock gently thrusting against her clit with every thrust. His breath hitched as he watched her reactions, his ears twitching nervously. “Is this… is this okay?” he stammered, his voice tinged with both excitement and uncertainty.

Xennah reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she met his gaze. “More than okay,” she purred, her voice thick with pleasure. “You’re doing great, sweetheart~”

The combined sensations were almost too much to bear—the older Ratchet’s thickness, her Ratchet’s rhythm, and the younger Ratchet’s eager enthusiasm. Xennah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pressure built within her. “I’m close,” she gasped, her claws scraping against the rock. “Don’t stop.”

The Ratchets didn’t need to be told twice. Their thrusts grew more urgent, their movements synchronized as they pushed her toward the edge. With a final, shuddering cry, Xennah came, her body convulsing with pleasure as she clung to them for support.

The older Ratchet was the first to follow, his deep groan echoing through the air as he spilled inside her. Her Ratchet wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening on her hips as he found his release. The younger Ratchet, overwhelmed by the intensity, came with a soft moan, his body trembling as he experienced his first shared climax.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled together, and utterly spent. Xennah leaned back against the rock, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “Well,” she said, her voice still shaky but laced with amusement, “that was definitely worth the wait.”