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It went a few places I didn't expect it to go, but for first thing i've written in years...i'm decently happy with it. Enjoy.", "writing": "\"That?ll put some scales on your chest.\" The bartender smiled as he poured the purple-colored liquid into the glass. Ratchet watched it bubble and gently settle in the container as the alien finished his perfect pour. The last drop fell into the glass and disturbed the surface one final time. The lombax took the cool (actually growing warm) glass and eyed the contents. The liquor was a deep magenta, the light reflecting from it in an odd way that implied it was going to be oily going down. He grunted and looked the bartender in the eye. The man (it was hard to tell with this planet) just nodded.\n\n\"If you?re scared, I can whip up something a bit...boring.\" He mused. Ratchet squinted and took the glass to his lip. He paused for a sniff. He regretted it. The scent was something between fish oil and tar. It made his fur bristle. Was he really going to drink this swill?\n\nYes. \n\nYes he would. Because he was going to make himself have a good time. He was here on vacation. It was a planet engaged in a perpetual party. And he had shown up during breeding season apparently. And he had left Clank back at the hotel just for the sake of a little...adventure. Not that Clank couldn?t adventure or party mind you. But his idea of a good time didn?t match what Ratchet had in mind, at least not here. He?d apologize later.\n\nThe lombax swallowed the fish smelling liquor down in one hard gulp. ?Mutagenic Mead? it read on the bottle it had come from. Ratchet hadn?t had anything like it before. He regretted it before it even got to his tongue. The taste slapped him, grabbed his balls and twisted, and then told him he was a disappointment for good measure. And then the burn kicked in. Ratchet?s eyes went wide but he refused to puke. He swallowed it down like a good boy. It hit his stomach and tried to come up instantly. He bit down and made it stay in. He could swear the stuff was physically punching his insides. After a few long moments where he was sure he?d have to pay to clean vomit from this place?s walls and floor, the stuff settled. He let out a long gasp and suppressed a deeply fishy belch. It did taste like he thought it would. Terrible. But that wasn?t why he had drunk it. You weren?t drinking for the taste. You were drinking to have some fun. To let loose. And for this stuff...to let your body try something new.\n\nThe warning sign above the counter was old and barely visible under a layer of grime. Almost as if it was trying to disappear for fear of being a buzzkill to the customers. The warnings talked about changing one?s dna, mutations that may last longer than 4 hours, so on and so on. Ratchet had been told the stuff would ?let him loosen up?. That was all he wanted. He sat there, glass still in hand and waited. He wasn?t much of a drinker, a light weight really, so he expected it would kick in shortly. The smoothness was unexpected. A slow warmth that creeped up his belly and into his chest and limbs. Like warm water being pumped into his bloodstream that bubbled with carbonation.\n\nHe smiled a bit and tried to put himself in a good mood. Thinking about relaxation. Parties. Good food. His mind wondering rather suddenly to the thought of a female chest he knew well...\n\nHe noticed a pull on his shirt first and looked down. Something was rubbing the underside of it, making a protrusion. When he leaned back and lifted it up, he got a good idea why the bartender had given him that drink first. The lombax?s penis was peaking up from his waistband and saying ?hi.?\n\nIt was clearly longer than it normally was. His cock head pulled out of his foreskin, the entire thing looking thinner. Stretched. Ratchet hadn?t even noticed he was hard between the tickle in his skin and insides from the booze. Apparently the drink was also an aphrodisiac and enhancement. Ratchet realized he was looking at his cock in public and felt heat in his cheeks. He tucked his shirt back down over his cock and sat up straight. The bartender was looking right at him with a smile from cheek to cheek. The fins along the side of his head moved like a beard when he laughed.\n\n\"There we go. A little taste of what our good stuff can do!\" he barked. A few folks let out a cheer to whatever it was he had brought to attention. Ratchet wondered if the fish man had something that would shrink him down enough he could sneak out of here unnoticed.\n\nRatchet buried his head in his arms as he leaned over the counter, trying to ignore his erection. It was definitely longer. And pushing around under his shirt, close to his nipples. It felt...really really good. Enough that he was having to resist grabbing it with both hands. Instead he just tried to keep it hidden between his legs and obvious fidgeting on the bar-stool. He didn?t even need to think about naked flesh and spread legs now, the stimulation of the fabric of his shirt on skin was enough to keep him going.\n\n\"If you?re shy you?re on the wrong planet fuzzy.\" The bartender informed the lombax as he sat there. Ratchet looked up with one eye at him, keeping the rest of his red face hidden. The man nodded at him, then pointed with a fat webbed digit towards the other patrons. Ratchet followed his finger and saw some of the others in the bar with him. The whole planet was a ?wet? world. Not completely covered with water but most of it. And the inhabitants were at bare minimum semi aquatic. Creatures made for life in the water or in the moist in-between on land. Bare skin and casual nudity seemed the norm here. Even the shorts and shirt Ratchet had been wearing made look overdressed. The couple Ratchet was pointed to were dancing on the club?s main floor. He could make out their silhouettes in the mood lighting and the occasional strike of a spotlight upon them as the ceiling danced with colors. Their bodies were smooth and hairless, their species having long traded in fur and bones for fins and gel filled chambers. They could be bipedal slugs or maybe seahorses with legs. Ratchet couldn?t tell which was which gender wise. Androgynous shapes were the norm here as well he noticed. Not unattractive per say, but Ratchet wouldn?t be able to pick the male from the female in a lineup. On that note, the lombax noticed why he had been pointed to them specifically in the crowd: they were clearly fucking. Ratchet?s face heated up a bit more. As did his cock as it touched his chest fur.\n\nRatchet hadn?t realized they were naked, but he could clearly tell that one had a protrusion clearly in the other?s entrance. The pair were moaning, dancing, lost in their act with no care if they were being watched. Ratchet looked around more openly now. He saw another spectator, somewhere between a fish and a walrus in shape, openly masturbating with his flipper shaped hands. Another patron was pouring booze on the multiple rows of breasts on his partner as they sat in a booth. The air stank of seawater and sex. Ratchet wasn?t sure if he had just not realized it was that kind of place or if he had been too distracted by himself to notice. Either way, he did now. He breathed thickly and sat back up, gingerly moving his foot long, thin penis out from under his shirt and into the open. He stifled a moan as the long thing oozed slime against the underside of the bar counter. He ran a gloved hand along his shaft and found its shape less of a cock and more of a...tentacle. He felt around in his slightly more roomy pants front and found his balls had left the club at some point too. No wonder it was easy to move around on the stool.\n\nRatchet asked for another drink. He was going to need it.\n\n-\n\nThe 2nd drink, another shot of the same purple stuff, hit just as hard as the first. Only the fact he was braced for it kept Ratchet from unloading his stomach onto the floor. The next drink given to him was bright green in a way that reminded him of ameboids. The booze stank like something foul he?d leave in a bathroom, but the color was almost pretty. Radioactive looking, but pretty. It was thick too, nearly a gel. The shot glass was filled to the tip and the lombax took hold of it and slammed it back into his throat. Either he was starting to get drunk or the ?slime sour? wasn?t as disgusting as it looked. It very much tasted like he had an open sewer in his lips, but it wasn?t bothering him as much. His oozing crotch tentacle seemed happy about it, pressing against his thighs and bending this way and that. It moved much like his tail did, as if it had a mind of its own. A horny drippy mind, but a mind all the same.\n\nRatchet noticed the sweat before the slime. Or that he wasn?t sweating now. He was producing mucus from his skin in place of it. It was not exactly unpleasant, warm and cool at the same time, but it did make him feel like someone had greased him with snot. The lombax felt his shirt and pants becoming soaked through with the goo and he felt he?d have to give in and get with the program sooner rather than later. Off came the shirt, the fabric thick and heavy with slime and hitting the floor with a wet smack. Ratchet?s bare chest felt good in the air, the slime layer making him glisten in the light. Someone nearby gave him a whistle of appreciation. Ratchet blushed a bit again, but this time he merely raised a glass in the air to acknowledge them. Another shot was taken of the slime stuff. He liked that one he decided.\n\nThe fish faced barman seemed pleased that Ratchet was enjoying himself. He turned around to the bottles on the back wall of the bar (exposing Ratchet to the fact the bartender was naked save for the apron on his front. The big blue ass and salamander like tail giving the lombax an eyeful), and took a bottle from a high shelf. He sat it down in front of Ratchet and smiled.\n\n Ratchet nodded, not bothering to read the label as it was poured for him. This one was a rich orange with swirls of white mixed in. The taste was rich and creamy...and oddly chunky. Good though. Ratchet had 3 shots of that one quickly. At some point he was given a bowl of snacks. He wasn?t expecting tiny crustaceans and slimy sea snails but he figured why not. Vacation meant he should indulge. He wrapped his tentacle around the bowl and eased the contents into his mouth, crunching and slurping it all down. He felt it all slide down his gullet into his stomachs. He wiped his lips clean, then used his tongue to lick the bowl clean. He started rubbing along the bloat in his tummy lazily with one tentacle, the other playing with his erect sex proboscis with the other. He?d lost his gloves at some point but that was ok. They didn?t fit very good with the lack of fingers. Or hands entirely. Each of Ratchet?s arms ended in a single thick tentacle. It might be more accurate he had those instead of arms actually. He wasn?t in the mood to debate that sorta stuff. His head was softly swimming and that was Clank?s department anyways. The bartender watched him and smiled, the man leaning in. Ratchet could smell the stink oozing off him. He was very much in season, much like everyone else in this place.\n\n\"Come around to the back, I?ll give you the house special.\" He offered, putting up a ?Back in 15min? sign on the counter, wiping his hands and waddling into the back room. Ratchet smiled and slid off the bar seat. He felt his weight shift bonelessly as his legs (lower tentacles) adjusted to support him. He was lighter than before. The soft skin of his body held its shape, only distorting slightly as he walked. Not having bones felt pretty good. He felt bouncy for lack of a better term. The mouths on his feet licked and lapped at the floor mindlessly, dragging in any spare bit of food, booze, anything the tongues could get a hold of. Ratchet ?mmm?ed as his right foot ate something spicy and sweet. He walked into the back and found the bartender, now having undressed and he was beckoned in. The lombax(?) followed.\n\n-\n\nThe backroom was just large enough for a cot and a monitor propped up on a shelf. A porno of some sort played silently on it. The bartender sat on the cot, his naked body making it creak ever so slightly. He was not a slender man, quite thick in fact. Strong and wide in belly and shoulders. Ratchet could feel that heat again in his loins and bubbling up inside him. New sensations and urges racking his altered body and brain. He wanted to fuck him. Or be fucked. He couldn?t tell. He?d never had urges for males before, much less dad bod fishmen in the back of a sex club?s bar. But here he was. And he sat down on the cot beside the large man and wrapped his tentacle around his backside and started to rub against him.\n\n\"Glad you?re relaxin. I know how to get fuzzy tourists to live a little.\" He teased, rubbing his webbed hand along Ratchet?s backside. Ratchet realized he had grown a few feelers and a fin along his spine at some point. Having them rubbed and touched made him shiver.\n\n``...yeeah. Thanks.\" The lombax let out awkwardly. The bartender put his other hand to Ratchet?s chest and played with what were his nipples. They had grown and snaked around the sides of his torso and now were attached to his backside. They were basically fleshy ropes now. Each inch felt quite good to be handled regardless. Ratchet?s cock rubbed along his belly and slapped at the bartender?s hand in blind arousal. The fish man chuckled and started to play with that instead. Ratchet moaned much higher than he meant to and stiffened a bit.\n\n\"First time?\" the bartender asked. Ratchet turned red and flinched. \n\n\"No! no...um...but its my first time with...um...whatever that is...now.\" He muttered. The embarrassment of the situation could only sober him so far before the drink and his painfully horny body made him loose focus again. The larger man laughed and took hold of one of Ratchet?s slime soaked tentacles and led it to his own crotch. Or vent rather. Ratchet felt around, feeling the warm slit that started to part as a thin snake like penis started to push out. He wrapped his tentacle around it and felt the bartender buck into his grip slightly.\n\n\"Good lad. Strong grip heh.\" He muttered as he leaned forward. His breath stank like the fish thing he was. Ratchet leaned in to the other man and smelt himself. He stank. He smelled like he was swimming in an outhouse. Ratchet didn?t care. They both smelled good as far as he was concerned. He kissed the bartender. He kissed back.\n\n-\n\nRatchet crawled up onto the bartender as he laid down on the cot. The lombax?s slimy ass and noodle like leg tentacles slid over the larger man?s thighs and groin easily until Ratchet?s own sex touched his partner?s. The smooth slick tentacle cocks slapped and wrapped against each other, making both of them grab the wall and cot. The sensations made Ratchet bite his lip and he felt the heat intensify all over. Something told him this was his body going into heat. It wanted to breed. To be bred. To do...whatever his weird mutant form wanted to do. He let out a gasp as he felt the bartender grip his groin protrusion and play with the tip. The tiny opening widened as if it was gasping for air. Slime poured out onto their groins and made the area even more slick.\n\n\"So you going in or am I going in you?\" the man asked. Ratchet blinked. He looked down at his crotch. And then the bartender?s. He made a face.\n\n\"Do you need me to um...turn over or do you wanna...put your butt where I...\" Ratchet struggled. The bartender stifled a laugh.\n\n\"Oh you are new with that.\" He smiled and took hold of his own cock. He played with the tip and his own opening spread wide, as if it was gulping in air.\n\n\"You can receive or give. You got the same kinda equipment I do. It?s a all-purpose thing.\" He said almost proudly. Ratchet continued to give a confused look. The fish man shook his head. \"You?ll find that part out next time you head to the toilet. Your back end hole closed up I bet.\"\n\nRatchet suddenly felt a bit more sober and felt around his ass with his tentacles. Past his tail, he slid between his butt cheeks. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Just smooth slimy flesh till he felt the opening of his vent in front.\n\n\"Oh. That?s...new.\" He offered. The bartender smiled and leaned up, putting his arms under Ratchet?s shoulders and easing him down to lay on top of him. They made sticky squishing noises between their wet slick bodies. Their sexes rubbed against each other again.\n\n\"Here, we?ll take turns.\" He offered. And Ratchet felt his crotch protrusion slide into the bartender?s own. He could feel the other man?s sex pushing back and inverting until Ratchet felt the flesh of his vent touch the larger man?s. Both of them moaned now. Ratchet?s body understood and the heat overtook him as he slid in and out. Their faces pressed against each other in kisses and biting. Limbs wrapped around each other as well as the cot and slapped against the walls. The eventual climax lasted almost an hour.\n\n-\n\nRatchet felt the bartender line his tentacle up against Ratchet?s own sex from behind. He started to ask what to ?do? exactly but his body did it for him. The prodding of another sex organ against it made Ratchet?s own start to slide inward and invert, making him let out a deep guttural groan. And another when the larger male thrust into him. Everything went white for a moment. Ratchet?s eyes bulged wide.\n\nThe next thrust pushed his eyes out of his head as they extended outward on eye-stalks like a slug. Ratchet didn?t even realize he was watching his partner fuck him from behind without the use of a mirror. He very much did notice when the sweating heavy fish man slid his hands around the eye stalks and used them as handles as they fucked.\n\nThe bar was unattended much longer than 15 minutes. A thug4less stood around for 5 minutes past and left for another bar.\n\nThe sun warmed the bed till Ratchet felt it starting to heat the slime coat around his body. He rolled over and slapped at the pillows till they too were plastered with slime and wrapped around him.\n\n\"Ratchet, please get up. It is 15:00 in the afternoon.\"\n\n\"... let me sleep a bit longer Clank.\"\n\n\"I?m sorry Ratchet. We need to have a discussion and I do not want to wait a nanosecond longer.\" Ratchet grunted. When Clank brought up the time to the nano click he knew he was in for a lecture.\n\nSlowly the thing that was lately Ratchet sat up in his cocoon of bedding and started to slither out of it. Clank?s optic sensors widened at the sight of the creature that walked on slime coated tentacles into the hotel room?s tiny kitchenette.\n\n\"Oh dear.\" The machine said to mostly himself. Ratchet was too busy making coffee to pay attention yet. Clank watched him make the caffeinated drink and found himself impressed by how dexterous Ratchet was with the tentacles that had replaced his hands. Ratchet brought the hot coffee to his lips and slowly sipped, mmm?ing. The light was too bright and his head felt like it was full of jelly, but he still made the effort to look at Clank. All 3 of his eyes turned to look at his friend, the bags under them heavy on their stalks (and the tip of his tail). The former lombax kept his head and body turned towards the counter. Not because he was trying to be rude, just that he could look at Clank and not need to turn towards him.\n\n\"Alright, lay it on me buddy.\"\n\nClank blinked and took a moment to process the creature his friend had become. Before the machine was a slime soaked amphibious hybrid, something mixing bipedal anatomy with a sea slug and several types of local fish and squid. The robot?s sensors indicated Ratchet had less than 40% of his original DNA intact.\n\n\"I am not angry that you went out for ?a good time? without me. I am perfectly capable of having ?recreation? on my own.\" The machine began. Ratchet nodded, glad that Clank seemed to be not overacting so far.\n\n\"I understand you have organic needs. We have experimented with attachments and...\" Clank started and Ratchet raised a tentacle to interrupt.\n\n\"Another time on that topic buddy.\" Ratchet cut that conversation down. He was too wasted feeling to even think about sex at the moment...even though that was enough to make his vent moisten. Maybe he could think about sex...a little bit.\n\n\"I am upset that you appear to have ingested an unhealthy amount of mutagenic alcohol during your adventure last night. You have been severely mutated.\"\n\nRatchet blinked with all three eyes and then rolled them. He was perfectly fine. Nothing weird happened to him last night.\n\n\"Dude, I?m hungover. Mutated? Quit being ridiculous.\" He retorted, bringing the coffee to his lips with his tentacle wrapped around the mug.\n\nClank crossed his arms, giving Ratchet a sour look and tapping his metal foot on the floor. Ratchet turned his eyes away from his robot friend and looked at the coffee mug in his grip. He slurped it quickly. A few gears were slowly turning in his brain as he held the mug. He remembered wearing gloves last night. Why would he own gloves if he didn?t have hands... \n\n\"Maybe a tiny tiny bit mutated.\" He muttered.\n\n\"Care to repeat that Ratchet? My audio sensors did not catch that fully.\"\n\nRatchet made a displeased sound and finished the coffee.\n\n-\n\n\"You were dropped off before the sun rose by a rather large inhabitant. He said to give you this and then he put you in the bed.\" Clank explained and handed Ratchet a card. On it was a communicator id number written in pen. With ?Call me anytime, Stinky? scrawled below it in loose handwriting. Ratchet felt his face redden and the heat return in his groin.\n\n\"So when do I get to meet your new friend?\" Clank teased. Ratchet?s face scrunched up and his eye-stalks turned to squint at the robot. The automaton giggled.\n\nRatchet?s memory of the previous night was...fuzzy. Unlike his body as it currently was. Clank had explained the mutations were severe enough it was likely affecting Ratchet?s memory. What he knew was ?normal? to him and reality were not syncing up. Ratchet felt that his slime coated body was what he had always been. He?d always had tentacles and eye-stalks. He always smelled like this.\n\nBut Clank was his best friend (his memory wasn?t faulty on that subject) and he trusted him. He was telling him something had changed so he trusted his word. It also helped the little machine had ample photographic and video evidence that Ratchet was suppose to be covered in fur and have fingers.\n\nRatchet looked at his reflection and found it both correct and alien both at once. \"Oh man...this is giving me another headache on-top of the hangover.\" He muttered. Clank nodded, his eyes elsewhere as he combed local databases as well as researching the lombax?s predicament via his hook up to the ship?s computers.\n\n\"It would appear your situation is not as dire as I feared.\" Clank offered in a chipper tone. Ratchet listened.\n\n\"The mutagen should wear off over time as your original DNA replicates. However...\"\n\n\"However what?\" Ratchet muttered, feeling a drop in his stomach (or stomachs? He felt like he might have two now).\n\n\"However, it may take several months with your level of mutation.\" Clank replied.\n\n\"MONTHS!?\" the slimy creature spat. All the frills on his backside and the fin raised up in anger. The mouths on his feet made wet screechy sounds like annoyed cats. Ratchet felt sick but forced it down. He laid back from his seat on the bed. The creature?s sticky body made a thwap sound against the already soaked bedding. The flash of anger faded quickly. Confusion replaced it.\n\n\"I...I?m...I don?t know what I feel about that.\" He admitted. Clank pulled himself away from his research and looked at Ratchet.\n\n\"I am your friend, regardless of your DNA makeup at any given moment.\" Clank offered. Ratchet smiled, his eye stalks bending upward to look Clank?s direction.\n\n\"I will stay with you no matter how long it takes. Or if you decide to keep these...modifications, I will remain as well.\"\n\n\"Thanks buddy.\"\n\nRatchet sat up and rubbed his stomach. It grumbled in an odd way and he felt flush. The hangover sickness was giving way to a different sensation. One he?d not had before but instantly he knew what was coming.\n\n\"Uh...can you find me the ice bucket?\" he asked quickly. Clank blinked and nodded, quickly searching. \"Why?\" he asked as he looked.\n\n\"Oh um. I think I?m about to lay a clutch of eggs. That would be why.\" Ratchet explained.\n\n\"Oh dear.\" Clank added.\n\nEnd\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""That?ll put some scales on your chest." The bartender smiled as he poured the purple-colored liquid into the glass. Ratchet watched it bubble and gently settle in the container as the alien finished his perfect pour. The last drop fell into the glass and disturbed the surface one final time. The lombax took the cool (actually growing warm) glass and eyed the contents. The liquor was a deep magenta, the light reflecting from it in an odd way that implied it was going to be oily going down. He grunted and looked the bartender in the eye. The man (it was hard to tell with this planet) just nodded.

"If you?re scared, I can whip up something a bit...boring." He mused. Ratchet squinted and took the glass to his lip. He paused for a sniff. He regretted it. The scent was something between fish oil and tar. It made his fur bristle. Was he really going to drink this swill?

Yes.

Yes he would. Because he was going to make himself have a good time. He was here on vacation. It was a planet engaged in a perpetual party. And he had shown up during breeding season apparently. And he had left Clank back at the hotel just for the sake of a little...adventure. Not that Clank couldn?t adventure or party mind you. But his idea of a good time didn?t match what Ratchet had in mind, at least not here. He?d apologize later.

The lombax swallowed the fish smelling liquor down in one hard gulp. ?Mutagenic Mead? it read on the bottle it had come from. Ratchet hadn?t had anything like it before. He regretted it before it even got to his tongue. The taste slapped him, grabbed his balls and twisted, and then told him he was a disappointment for good measure. And then the burn kicked in. Ratchet?s eyes went wide but he refused to puke. He swallowed it down like a good boy. It hit his stomach and tried to come up instantly. He bit down and made it stay in. He could swear the stuff was physically punching his insides. After a few long moments where he was sure he?d have to pay to clean vomit from this place?s walls and floor, the stuff settled. He let out a long gasp and suppressed a deeply fishy belch. It did taste like he thought it would. Terrible. But that wasn?t why he had drunk it. You weren?t drinking for the taste. You were drinking to have some fun. To let loose. And for this stuff...to let your body try something new.

The warning sign above the counter was old and barely visible under a layer of grime. Almost as if it was trying to disappear for fear of being a buzzkill to the customers. The warnings talked about changing one?s dna, mutations that may last longer than 4 hours, so on and so on. Ratchet had been told the stuff would ?let him loosen up?. That was all he wanted. He sat there, glass still in hand and waited. He wasn?t much of a drinker, a light weight really, so he expected it would kick in shortly. The smoothness was unexpected. A slow warmth that creeped up his belly and into his chest and limbs. Like warm water being pumped into his bloodstream that bubbled with carbonation.

He smiled a bit and tried to put himself in a good mood. Thinking about relaxation. Parties. Good food. His mind wondering rather suddenly to the thought of a female chest he knew well...

He noticed a pull on his shirt first and looked down. Something was rubbing the underside of it, making a protrusion. When he leaned back and lifted it up, he got a good idea why the bartender had given him that drink first. The lombax?s penis was peaking up from his waistband and saying ?hi.?

It was clearly longer than it normally was. His cock head pulled out of his foreskin, the entire thing looking thinner. Stretched. Ratchet hadn?t even noticed he was hard between the tickle in his skin and insides from the booze. Apparently the drink was also an aphrodisiac and enhancement. Ratchet realized he was looking at his cock in public and felt heat in his cheeks. He tucked his shirt back down over his cock and sat up straight. The bartender was looking right at him with a smile from cheek to cheek. The fins along the side of his head moved like a beard when he laughed.

"There we go. A little taste of what our good stuff can do!" he barked. A few folks let out a cheer to whatever it was he had brought to attention. Ratchet wondered if the fish man had something that would shrink him down enough he could sneak out of here unnoticed.

Ratchet buried his head in his arms as he leaned over the counter, trying to ignore his erection. It was definitely longer. And pushing around under his shirt, close to his nipples. It felt...really really good. Enough that he was having to resist grabbing it with both hands. Instead he just tried to keep it hidden between his legs and obvious fidgeting on the bar-stool. He didn?t even need to think about naked flesh and spread legs now, the stimulation of the fabric of his shirt on skin was enough to keep him going.

"If you?re shy you?re on the wrong planet fuzzy." The bartender informed the lombax as he sat there. Ratchet looked up with one eye at him, keeping the rest of his red face hidden. The man nodded at him, then pointed with a fat webbed digit towards the other patrons. Ratchet followed his finger and saw some of the others in the bar with him. The whole planet was a ?wet? world. Not completely covered with water but most of it. And the inhabitants were at bare minimum semi aquatic. Creatures made for life in the water or in the moist in-between on land. Bare skin and casual nudity seemed the norm here. Even the shorts and shirt Ratchet had been wearing made look overdressed. The couple Ratchet was pointed to were dancing on the club?s main floor. He could make out their silhouettes in the mood lighting and the occasional strike of a spotlight upon them as the ceiling danced with colors. Their bodies were smooth and hairless, their species having long traded in fur and bones for fins and gel filled chambers. They could be bipedal slugs or maybe seahorses with legs. Ratchet couldn?t tell which was which gender wise. Androgynous shapes were the norm here as well he noticed. Not unattractive per say, but Ratchet wouldn?t be able to pick the male from the female in a lineup. On that note, the lombax noticed why he had been pointed to them specifically in the crowd: they were clearly fucking. Ratchet?s face heated up a bit more. As did his cock as it touched his chest fur.

Ratchet hadn?t realized they were naked, but he could clearly tell that one had a protrusion clearly in the other?s entrance. The pair were moaning, dancing, lost in their act with no care if they were being watched. Ratchet looked around more openly now. He saw another spectator, somewhere between a fish and a walrus in shape, openly masturbating with his flipper shaped hands. Another patron was pouring booze on the multiple rows of breasts on his partner as they sat in a booth. The air stank of seawater and sex. Ratchet wasn?t sure if he had just not realized it was that kind of place or if he had been too distracted by himself to notice. Either way, he did now. He breathed thickly and sat back up, gingerly moving his foot long, thin penis out from under his shirt and into the open. He stifled a moan as the long thing oozed slime against the underside of the bar counter. He ran a gloved hand along his shaft and found its shape less of a cock and more of a...tentacle. He felt around in his slightly more roomy pants front and found his balls had left the club at some point too. No wonder it was easy to move around on the stool.

Ratchet asked for another drink. He was going to need it.

-

The 2nd drink, another shot of the same purple stuff, hit just as hard as the first. Only the fact he was braced for it kept Ratchet from unloading his stomach onto the floor. The next drink given to him was bright green in a way that reminded him of ameboids. The booze stank like something foul he?d leave in a bathroom, but the color was almost pretty. Radioactive looking, but pretty. It was thick too, nearly a gel. The shot glass was filled to the tip and the lombax took hold of it and slammed it back into his throat. Either he was starting to get drunk or the ?slime sour? wasn?t as disgusting as it looked. It very much tasted like he had an open sewer in his lips, but it wasn?t bothering him as much. His oozing crotch tentacle seemed happy about it, pressing against his thighs and bending this way and that. It moved much like his tail did, as if it had a mind of its own. A horny drippy mind, but a mind all the same.

Ratchet noticed the sweat before the slime. Or that he wasn?t sweating now. He was producing mucus from his skin in place of it. It was not exactly unpleasant, warm and cool at the same time, but it did make him feel like someone had greased him with snot. The lombax felt his shirt and pants becoming soaked through with the goo and he felt he?d have to give in and get with the program sooner rather than later. Off came the shirt, the fabric thick and heavy with slime and hitting the floor with a wet smack. Ratchet?s bare chest felt good in the air, the slime layer making him glisten in the light. Someone nearby gave him a whistle of appreciation. Ratchet blushed a bit again, but this time he merely raised a glass in the air to acknowledge them. Another shot was taken of the slime stuff. He liked that one he decided.

The fish faced barman seemed pleased that Ratchet was enjoying himself. He turned around to the bottles on the back wall of the bar (exposing Ratchet to the fact the bartender was naked save for the apron on his front. The big blue ass and salamander like tail giving the lombax an eyeful), and took a bottle from a high shelf. He sat it down in front of Ratchet and smiled.

 Ratchet nodded, not bothering to read the label as it was poured for him. This one was a rich orange with swirls of white mixed in. The taste was rich and creamy...and oddly chunky. Good though. Ratchet had 3 shots of that one quickly. At some point he was given a bowl of snacks. He wasn?t expecting tiny crustaceans and slimy sea snails but he figured why not. Vacation meant he should indulge. He wrapped his tentacle around the bowl and eased the contents into his mouth, crunching and slurping it all down. He felt it all slide down his gullet into his stomachs. He wiped his lips clean, then used his tongue to lick the bowl clean. He started rubbing along the bloat in his tummy lazily with one tentacle, the other playing with his erect sex proboscis with the other. He?d lost his gloves at some point but that was ok. They didn?t fit very good with the lack of fingers. Or hands entirely. Each of Ratchet?s arms ended in a single thick tentacle. It might be more accurate he had those instead of arms actually. He wasn?t in the mood to debate that sorta stuff. His head was softly swimming and that was Clank?s department anyways. The bartender watched him and smiled, the man leaning in. Ratchet could smell the stink oozing off him. He was very much in season, much like everyone else in this place.

"Come around to the back, I?ll give you the house special." He offered, putting up a ?Back in 15min? sign on the counter, wiping his hands and waddling into the back room. Ratchet smiled and slid off the bar seat. He felt his weight shift bonelessly as his legs (lower tentacles) adjusted to support him. He was lighter than before. The soft skin of his body held its shape, only distorting slightly as he walked. Not having bones felt pretty good. He felt bouncy for lack of a better term. The mouths on his feet licked and lapped at the floor mindlessly, dragging in any spare bit of food, booze, anything the tongues could get a hold of. Ratchet ?mmm?ed as his right foot ate something spicy and sweet. He walked into the back and found the bartender, now having undressed and he was beckoned in. The lombax(?) followed.

-

The backroom was just large enough for a cot and a monitor propped up on a shelf. A porno of some sort played silently on it. The bartender sat on the cot, his naked body making it creak ever so slightly. He was not a slender man, quite thick in fact. Strong and wide in belly and shoulders. Ratchet could feel that heat again in his loins and bubbling up inside him. New sensations and urges racking his altered body and brain. He wanted to fuck him. Or be fucked. He couldn?t tell. He?d never had urges for males before, much less dad bod fishmen in the back of a sex club?s bar. But here he was. And he sat down on the cot beside the large man and wrapped his tentacle around his backside and started to rub against him.

"Glad you?re relaxin. I know how to get fuzzy tourists to live a little." He teased, rubbing his webbed hand along Ratchet?s backside. Ratchet realized he had grown a few feelers and a fin along his spine at some point. Having them rubbed and touched made him shiver.

``...yeeah. Thanks." The lombax let out awkwardly. The bartender put his other hand to Ratchet?s chest and played with what were his nipples. They had grown and snaked around the sides of his torso and now were attached to his backside. They were basically fleshy ropes now. Each inch felt quite good to be handled regardless. Ratchet?s cock rubbed along his belly and slapped at the bartender?s hand in blind arousal. The fish man chuckled and started to play with that instead. Ratchet moaned much higher than he meant to and stiffened a bit.

"First time?" the bartender asked. Ratchet turned red and flinched.

"No! no...um...but its my first time with...um...whatever that is...now." He muttered. The embarrassment of the situation could only sober him so far before the drink and his painfully horny body made him loose focus again. The larger man laughed and took hold of one of Ratchet?s slime soaked tentacles and led it to his own crotch. Or vent rather. Ratchet felt around, feeling the warm slit that started to part as a thin snake like penis started to push out. He wrapped his tentacle around it and felt the bartender buck into his grip slightly.

"Good lad. Strong grip heh." He muttered as he leaned forward. His breath stank like the fish thing he was. Ratchet leaned in to the other man and smelt himself. He stank. He smelled like he was swimming in an outhouse. Ratchet didn?t care. They both smelled good as far as he was concerned. He kissed the bartender. He kissed back.

-

Ratchet crawled up onto the bartender as he laid down on the cot. The lombax?s slimy ass and noodle like leg tentacles slid over the larger man?s thighs and groin easily until Ratchet?s own sex touched his partner?s. The smooth slick tentacle cocks slapped and wrapped against each other, making both of them grab the wall and cot. The sensations made Ratchet bite his lip and he felt the heat intensify all over. Something told him this was his body going into heat. It wanted to breed. To be bred. To do...whatever his weird mutant form wanted to do. He let out a gasp as he felt the bartender grip his groin protrusion and play with the tip. The tiny opening widened as if it was gasping for air. Slime poured out onto their groins and made the area even more slick.

"So you going in or am I going in you?" the man asked. Ratchet blinked. He looked down at his crotch. And then the bartender?s. He made a face.

"Do you need me to um...turn over or do you wanna...put your butt where I..." Ratchet struggled. The bartender stifled a laugh.

"Oh you are new with that." He smiled and took hold of his own cock. He played with the tip and his own opening spread wide, as if it was gulping in air.

"You can receive or give. You got the same kinda equipment I do. It?s a all-purpose thing." He said almost proudly. Ratchet continued to give a confused look. The fish man shook his head. "You?ll find that part out next time you head to the toilet. Your back end hole closed up I bet."

Ratchet suddenly felt a bit more sober and felt around his ass with his tentacles. Past his tail, he slid between his butt cheeks. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Just smooth slimy flesh till he felt the opening of his vent in front.

"Oh. That?s...new." He offered. The bartender smiled and leaned up, putting his arms under Ratchet?s shoulders and easing him down to lay on top of him. They made sticky squishing noises between their wet slick bodies. Their sexes rubbed against each other again.

"Here, we?ll take turns." He offered. And Ratchet felt his crotch protrusion slide into the bartender?s own. He could feel the other man?s sex pushing back and inverting until Ratchet felt the flesh of his vent touch the larger man?s. Both of them moaned now. Ratchet?s body understood and the heat overtook him as he slid in and out. Their faces pressed against each other in kisses and biting. Limbs wrapped around each other as well as the cot and slapped against the walls. The eventual climax lasted almost an hour.

-

Ratchet felt the bartender line his tentacle up against Ratchet?s own sex from behind. He started to ask what to ?do? exactly but his body did it for him. The prodding of another sex organ against it made Ratchet?s own start to slide inward and invert, making him let out a deep guttural groan. And another when the larger male thrust into him. Everything went white for a moment. Ratchet?s eyes bulged wide.

The next thrust pushed his eyes out of his head as they extended outward on eye-stalks like a slug. Ratchet didn?t even realize he was watching his partner fuck him from behind without the use of a mirror. He very much did notice when the sweating heavy fish man slid his hands around the eye stalks and used them as handles as they fucked.

The bar was unattended much longer than 15 minutes. A thug4less stood around for 5 minutes past and left for another bar.

The sun warmed the bed till Ratchet felt it starting to heat the slime coat around his body. He rolled over and slapped at the pillows till they too were plastered with slime and wrapped around him.

"Ratchet, please get up. It is 15:00 in the afternoon."

"... let me sleep a bit longer Clank."

"I?m sorry Ratchet. We need to have a discussion and I do not want to wait a nanosecond longer." Ratchet grunted. When Clank brought up the time to the nano click he knew he was in for a lecture.

Slowly the thing that was lately Ratchet sat up in his cocoon of bedding and started to slither out of it. Clank?s optic sensors widened at the sight of the creature that walked on slime coated tentacles into the hotel room?s tiny kitchenette.

"Oh dear." The machine said to mostly himself. Ratchet was too busy making coffee to pay attention yet. Clank watched him make the caffeinated drink and found himself impressed by how dexterous Ratchet was with the tentacles that had replaced his hands. Ratchet brought the hot coffee to his lips and slowly sipped, mmm?ing. The light was too bright and his head felt like it was full of jelly, but he still made the effort to look at Clank. All 3 of his eyes turned to look at his friend, the bags under them heavy on their stalks (and the tip of his tail). The former lombax kept his head and body turned towards the counter. Not because he was trying to be rude, just that he could look at Clank and not need to turn towards him.

"Alright, lay it on me buddy."

Clank blinked and took a moment to process the creature his friend had become. Before the machine was a slime soaked amphibious hybrid, something mixing bipedal anatomy with a sea slug and several types of local fish and squid. The robot?s sensors indicated Ratchet had less than 40% of his original DNA intact.

"I am not angry that you went out for ?a good time? without me. I am perfectly capable of having ?recreation? on my own." The machine began. Ratchet nodded, glad that Clank seemed to be not overacting so far.

"I understand you have organic needs. We have experimented with attachments and..." Clank started and Ratchet raised a tentacle to interrupt.

"Another time on that topic buddy." Ratchet cut that conversation down. He was too wasted feeling to even think about sex at the moment...even though that was enough to make his vent moisten. Maybe he could think about sex...a little bit.

"I am upset that you appear to have ingested an unhealthy amount of mutagenic alcohol during your adventure last night. You have been severely mutated."

Ratchet blinked with all three eyes and then rolled them. He was perfectly fine. Nothing weird happened to him last night.

"Dude, I?m hungover. Mutated? Quit being ridiculous." He retorted, bringing the coffee to his lips with his tentacle wrapped around the mug.

Clank crossed his arms, giving Ratchet a sour look and tapping his metal foot on the floor. Ratchet turned his eyes away from his robot friend and looked at the coffee mug in his grip. He slurped it quickly. A few gears were slowly turning in his brain as he held the mug. He remembered wearing gloves last night. Why would he own gloves if he didn?t have hands...

"Maybe a tiny tiny bit mutated." He muttered.

"Care to repeat that Ratchet? My audio sensors did not catch that fully."

Ratchet made a displeased sound and finished the coffee.

-

"You were dropped off before the sun rose by a rather large inhabitant. He said to give you this and then he put you in the bed." Clank explained and handed Ratchet a card. On it was a communicator id number written in pen. With ?Call me anytime, Stinky? scrawled below it in loose handwriting. Ratchet felt his face redden and the heat return in his groin.

"So when do I get to meet your new friend?" Clank teased. Ratchet?s face scrunched up and his eye-stalks turned to squint at the robot. The automaton giggled.

Ratchet?s memory of the previous night was...fuzzy. Unlike his body as it currently was. Clank had explained the mutations were severe enough it was likely affecting Ratchet?s memory. What he knew was ?normal? to him and reality were not syncing up. Ratchet felt that his slime coated body was what he had always been. He?d always had tentacles and eye-stalks. He always smelled like this.

But Clank was his best friend (his memory wasn?t faulty on that subject) and he trusted him. He was telling him something had changed so he trusted his word. It also helped the little machine had ample photographic and video evidence that Ratchet was suppose to be covered in fur and have fingers.

Ratchet looked at his reflection and found it both correct and alien both at once. "Oh man...this is giving me another headache on-top of the hangover." He muttered. Clank nodded, his eyes elsewhere as he combed local databases as well as researching the lombax?s predicament via his hook up to the ship?s computers.

"It would appear your situation is not as dire as I feared." Clank offered in a chipper tone. Ratchet listened.

"The mutagen should wear off over time as your original DNA replicates. However..."

"However what?" Ratchet muttered, feeling a drop in his stomach (or stomachs? He felt like he might have two now).

"However, it may take several months with your level of mutation." Clank replied.

"MONTHS!?" the slimy creature spat. All the frills on his backside and the fin raised up in anger. The mouths on his feet made wet screechy sounds like annoyed cats. Ratchet felt sick but forced it down. He laid back from his seat on the bed. The creature?s sticky body made a thwap sound against the already soaked bedding. The flash of anger faded quickly. Confusion replaced it.

"I...I?m...I don?t know what I feel about that." He admitted. Clank pulled himself away from his research and looked at Ratchet.

"I am your friend, regardless of your DNA makeup at any given moment." Clank offered. Ratchet smiled, his eye stalks bending upward to look Clank?s direction.

"I will stay with you no matter how long it takes. Or if you decide to keep these...modifications, I will remain as well."

"Thanks buddy."

Ratchet sat up and rubbed his stomach. It grumbled in an odd way and he felt flush. The hangover sickness was giving way to a different sensation. One he?d not had before but instantly he knew what was coming.

"Uh...can you find me the ice bucket?" he asked quickly. Clank blinked and nodded, quickly searching. "Why?" he asked as he looked.

"Oh um. I think I?m about to lay a clutch of eggs. That would be why." Ratchet explained.

"Oh dear." Clank added.

End

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