The first time ...

A table. Figures. Nothing special about it, but it could seat eight and that was more than enough for the robot. Clank bought it out of some catalog a year ago. Heavy glass though, it could definitely support her weight, maybe his as well if they tried different positions. Was this about preserving their species? The last desperate attempt to keep the lombax race from going extinct? They could keep searching dimensions; how long would that go on? They didn't care at this point, they wanted this, now, it was all they could think about for the last week, after almost losing everything. No mission for today. No one was around. They were heroes. They deserved this.

He picked her up by her rear and set her down on the glass like he meant it, causing her to gasp in surprise. He thought it was cute, but there was no way he was telling her that. His hands went back to her hips while they both went back to tongue play, a deep kiss. Her big, bushy tail was pinned between her legs and dangling all the way to the floor, twitching excitedly every second or two; their lips were entangled with each other, savoring a taste they've never had before. They broke it off only to breathe now and then, panting like working dogs out in the summer sun. They were getting hot. Was his apartment always this hot? "Are you sure about this?" he asked with bated breath, momentarily making eye contact with her. His pants were getting tight, there was urgency in his asking, desires that demanded fulfillment. Her shimmery blue eyes were not helping, radiating from the soft glow of a far off lamplight. "Definitely," she sighed, a small smile reassuring him. How could he even ask such a thing? She ripped her scarf off and threw it to the sofa, then they threw their headgear. Gloves came off second, both of them in unison, and on the ground the gloves went. Rivet steadied herself while Ratchet jerked off her boots and slammed them on the floor, revealing her rather small, furry feet; her boots were deceptively large. He kicked them to the other side of the room, sliding noisily on the floor before coming to a neat halt. He decided his boots would stay on.

Her ears perked up, they had to go faster. Rivet's gaze drifted below his waist and she started playing with his metal belt, unfastened it—even unzipped his pants for him, her bionic hand seemed to be expertly trained just for this exact moment. She had the skillfulness of an assassin afflicted with an unbearable horniness. Ratchet's pants dropped to just below his hip bone, not yet exposing himself but coming dangerously close. "Thanks," he rasped stupidly, sexily. He was already doing the same for her, though not quite as adept with his hands. She grabbed a handful of his chest fur and pulled him in for another kiss, more tongue this time, almost all tongue, actually. They breathed hotly through their mouths, nothing was good enough at this point. They wanted more, needed more. He fumbled with the latch for a few seconds before her belt finally unfurled, putting an end to that embarrassment. He unzipped her, victory was almost his. He made his advance, pressed his chest against hers, tasting the inside of her cheeks and reaching around her backside. He tugged down on her black, leather pants, revealing her shallow waist, then her navel. He pulled them below her supple hips, trailing off halfway down her thighs. He could practically smell her sex.

Then the snag. He tugged again, nothing. Darn. Her tail. He nearly panicked, so close he could nearly taste it now.

"Let me," she said in a hushed tone, breaking the kiss. There was a hanging string of shiny saliva connecting their lips as she finished the job for him; she leaned back and pulled her pants down to her knees, squeezing her tail through the hole in the back. After jiggling her legs for a few seconds, the piece of clothing fell to her ankles. She jostled her tiny feet for what seemed like an eternity to Ratchet—and then it was done. Her pants hit the floor.

"Do you think some time alone is really what they need?" That usual dubious tone. Never satisfied.

"Yes. It's for the best, I think," Clank responded matter-of-factly. Kit remained unconvinced, just as she had been the last few days around him. Ratchet had given Clank strict orders from one buddy to another, and so far he had followed them to the letter. However, they naturally came with suspicion. Sometimes even rumors.

The elevator doors shut behind them with a hefty 'thud' and they began to descend. Going down was smooth, pleasant, but the silence was dreary. The glass panes in front of them gave a perfect view of a bright, vibrant cityscape teeming with life and energy against the black sky. The sun went down hours ago. "Maybe we should just ... check up on them every hour or so?" she implored. Something had to give.

"No need," he assured confidently. "They can handle themselves, they aren't children. Besides, at this range, I can have a direct feed to the apartment in microseconds. I can check in on Ratchet whenever I choose."

"Well prove it, then," she said pokerfaced. "Please, for me."

Clank didn't like this, being cornered. He had to show he could be trusted; small talk wasn't working anymore, "—fine," he relented flatly. He flipped over his chest-plate to reveal a screen, something he had installed recently. "If you still don't believe me, here you go. See for yourself."

He pressed a small red button on top of the screen then a flipped a second smaller switch next to it, the one for the apartment. It flashed to life, a video feed was instantly established to the room just as he claimed. He grinned, smitten with himself. Things came into view from a high vantage point, showing down the main hall. It was an open floor plan, again, Clank's idea. Kit could make out everything in stunning detail. Then she saw her friends. The lombaxes were in the lower right corner, barely in view. She squinted at the screen. "What are they doing—?"

Then the noise came through. Also in stunning clarity. It was glorious and abrupt.

A clapping sound, steady, and each one followed by a soft 'yip' from Rivet, then Ratchet's grunting, it was something animal, throaty, as though he was lifting something weighing tons. The female lombax threw her head back and moaned, "OOohHOoohh-ohh—!" followed by Ratchet making a similar noise, but more forceful, lost in ecstasy. They were growling at each other. Kit couldn't take her eyes off of them, dumbstruck at the sight of hot lombax fucking.

Click.

The screen went blank.

"Well, that was fast," said Clank.