A Lombax on 'N Sanity

Chapter 3: Ratchet's choice

own neither Ratchet nor the island

Ratchet knew his choice was gonna hurt him, but, it was still better than dying. " if I... cooperate... can you please... be gentle?" Ratchet asked, shivering.

"No" Was all Drake replied, grinning evilly, "I'm gonna make you scream for the hole you put in my wing." he reached out, and with a flaming paw touched Ratchet's clothes, which burned away in just a flash. Then he twisted Ratchet around, and pressed him into a tree. "Get ready for the most painful orgasm you'll ever have." the fox whispered to the lombax.

The first thing he felt wasn't that bad, just a paw feeling his ass... but then... the entire paw pushed in at once, and he screamed in pain. Just as quickly as it was in, it was gone again. "You got a way to clean your insides?" the fox asked him.

Ratchet thought quickly. "There is a vacuum pump with the guns on my belt... that should work." and like that, the weight pressing him into the tree vanished. Ratchet slumped down on his spot, knowing there is nothing he could do against this fox, naked, in the middle of nowhere, and with that fox sniffing through his weapons.

"You don't mind if I keep the whip, do you? It's just my style. Ah, that's the vacuum cannon... head down, tail up." Drake told him, walking back up, and the Lombax heard his vacuum running, he let out a startled yelp as the gun connected to his ass and sucked clean his anal tract. Then he heard the gun hit the forest floor, as Drake walked pressed up against his back side again. They were in a clear doggy style position now. "now, to take my vengeance." And pain filled Ratchet's entire being, as he was taken by force, a feral scream tearing it's way out of his throat. "That's what I wanna hear."

Ratchet was spasming in pain underneath him, and Drake enjoyed every minute of it. He reached around, and pressed his claws into the lombax' cock. That's when he found a surprise. Ratchet's mind was in pain, but his body was enjoying this! He was tearing his prey a new one and the prey was fucking close to orgasm. It's perfect! The fox wasn't gonna hold it, and came, cumming boiling hot salty cum into Ratchet's hole. He extended his claws, piercing through the lombax's cock. The lombax moaned in strangled pleasure and came all over the forest floor. Drake pulled out, and finished over his prey's back, cum and blood dripping off of his cock, before he got up and vanished, leaving the battered and violated lombax behind, bleeding, cum drying in his fur, and passed out.

Ratchet woke up when a bee landed on his muzzle. The sun had set, and he had rolled over onto his side, curled in a ball. He got up, and immediately collapsed back down. His ass was in serious pain. So bad even that he could hardly crawl over to his belt, where he kept his spare nanobots. Once he got a hold of a box, and broke it. As the nanites activated, he felt his body recovering. "Fucking fox..." he muttered with a blush. "Maybe I'll see him again... I hope... What am I saying? He raped me! Well, I did put a hole in his wing..."

Then Ratchet slowly got up and walked to the lake to wash up, sinking in the water, when he saw a "bat" fly over with a hole in one wing. "That's him..." he looked as an object collided with Drake, and drake fell out of the sky, but not without shooting a fireball to wherever the object came from. He crashed down into the lake. Ratched didn't hasitate and swam over, as fast as he could.

-Drake's perspective-

Drake knew it was over. He had lost. He was gonna crash into the forest and die. His one good wing was frozen over. There was no way he could survive a fall from this high. He looked down, and saw a lake. Using the last of his control over his trajectory, he chose drowning over being splattered arround the forest, and hoped hor a miracle. The water was painfully hard as his snout touched it. He might have broken a bone or two, put it yielded, and he sank. Cold darkness consumed him, and then he felt a warm paw grab his leg, and pull him up. He was struggling to hold his breath, not believing his luck that he was being saved. His entire body hurt, but he was alive. He was gonna live. He painfully held on to his breath until his head bleached the surface, before passing out, slumping into a furry's arms.

Drake woke up later, to an orange sky, caused by the sunset, and the smell of rabbit roasting. He sat up, and felt a warm blanket drop off of him, feeling it slide through his fur, leading him to conclude he was naked. "you're awake" a voice said. He didn't recognise the voice, but it did sound familiar. Looking around he spotted Ratchet. "You've been out for a while, think you can come over to eat, or should I bring the food over?" Drake's mind was going a million miles an hour trying to figure out what Ratchet's angle could be. He could not understand why this victim of his rage was helping him, and likely saved his life, but, he swore to himself to find out.

"I can walk, thank you." Drake said, standing up, before dizzyness forced him right back down. "or... maybe you could bring it over?" the lombax got up, also nude, and walked up to the fox, and before Drake could protest, was being fed. After a few bites, Drake was given the plate. Drake took the moment, and asked Ratchet, "why are you naked?" Ratchet replied by gesturing at a pile of ash that had been his clothes. "Cause you ruined my clothes."