As the aftershocks of their shared climax began to fade, Ratchet—her Ratchet—leaned in close, his lips brushing against Xennah’s ear. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “I’ve been thinking about something.”

Xennah’s golden eyes flicked open, her tail swishing lazily as she met his gaze. “Oh? And what’s that?”

He smirked, his hand resting on her hip as he pressed deeper into her. “I know about your little… fetish,” he said, his tone playful yet knowing. “And I think it’s time we indulged it.”

Before she could respond, Ratchet shifted slightly, his cock still buried inside her. Then, without hesitation, he released his bladder, the warm stream filling her pussy in a way that made her gasp. Xennah’s claws dug into the rock behind her, her golden fur bristling as the sensation overwhelmed her. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure.

The older Ratchet raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, while the younger Ratchet’s ears twitched nervously. “What’s… what’s happening?” he stammered, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur.

Xennah chuckled softly, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth spreading through her. “Just a little… extra,” she purred, her blue-green eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get used to it.”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, smirked, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he continued to release himself inside her. “You like that, don’t you~?” he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

“You know I do, babe~” Xennah admitted, her tail flicking lazily as she leaned into him. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’ve got a lot more to show me.”

The older Ratchet chuckled, clearly enjoying the scene. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full,” he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

As Ratchet—her Ratchet—pulled out, a messy mix of urine and cum spilled out of Xennah, pooling on the ground beneath her. The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, his ears twitching nervously as he took in the sight. “Uh… is that…?” he stammered, his voice trailing off as he glanced between Xennah and the older Ratchets.

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the garage wall. “Looks like someone’s got a little secret,” he said, his tone teasing yet intrigued. “Care to explain, Xennah~?”

Xennah smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned back against the rock, her tail swishing lazily. “What can I say?” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I have a thing for… golden fun.”

Ratchet, her Ratchet, grinned, his hand resting on her hip as he looked at the other two. “She’s always been a naughty girl,” he said, his tone playful yet proud. "But combining both sex and her fetish? That's when she's at her sexiest.”

The younger Ratchet’s cheeks burned beneath his fur, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. “I… uh… didn’t know that was a thing,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Xennah reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she met his gaze. “There’s a lot you don’t know yet, kid,” she said, her voice warm and reassuring. “But don’t worry—you’ll learn.”

The older Ratchet stepped closer, his thick cock still glistening as he looked down at Xennah. “Well,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if that’s what you’re into, we might as well make the most of it.”

Xennah’s smirk widened, her bright blur-green eyes gleaming with anticipation. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The older Ratchet stepped forward, his thick cock glistening as he positioned himself at Xennah’s entrance. His emerald eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re not the only one who can make things interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Before Xennah could respond, he thrust into her, his cock filling her once again. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he released his bladder, the warm stream joining the mess already inside her. Xennah gasped, her golden fur bristling as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her claws dug into the rock behind her, and she arched her back, her tail flicking wildly. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure.

The older Ratchet smirked, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he continued to release himself inside her. “Mmmm, good girl~” he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

Xennah laughed softly, her breath hitching as she leaned into him. “Not bad, sweetheart,” she purred, her bright eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Xennah turned to the youngest Ratchet with a smirk, her blue-green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Now it’s your turn, sweetie,” she purred, her voice low and inviting. Her tail swished lazily as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Don’t be shy.”

The younger Ratchet’s ears twitched nervously, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur. “I—uh—are you sure?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. His gaze darted between Xennah and the older Ratchets, who were both watching with amused expressions.

Xennah nodded, her eyes locking onto the younger Ratchet with a mix of encouragement and mischief. “Go on,” she purred, her voice low and inviting. “Don’t overthink it.”

The younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, his ears twitching nervously as he glanced at the older Ratchets, who were both watching with amused expressions. But under Xennah’s reassuring gaze, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, positioning himself at her entrance. His slender cock pressed against her, and he felt a shiver run through him as he pushed in, his movements tentative but determined.

As he began to thrust, the younger Ratchet focused on the task at hand, his breath hitching as he tried to empty his bladder. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—warm, intimate, and strangely exhilarating. His tail flicked nervously, and he glanced up at Xennah, his cheeks burning beneath his fur. “Is… is this okay?” he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.

Xennah chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re doing just fine,” she assured him, her tone warm and encouraging. Her claws gently brushed against his cheek, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Just let it happen.”

The younger Ratchet paused his thrusts, his breath hitching as he focused on the unfamiliar sensation. His ears twitched nervously, but Xennah’s encouraging gaze kept him steady. With a deep breath, he let go, releasing his bladder inside her. The warmth spread through her, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft, almost giddy laugh, a relieved smile plastered across his face. “Whoa… that’s… weirdly amazing,” he admitted, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

Xennah chuckled, her bright eyes gleaming with amusement as she leaned back against the rock. “Told you you’d like it,” she purred, her tail swishing lazily. “You’re a natural, kid.”

Once he was done, the younger Ratchet pulled out slowly, adding his own urine to the growing mess beneath them. He glanced down, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur as he took in the sight. “Uh… sorry about the mess,” he stammered, his ears twitching nervously.

Xennah laughed softly, her blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, her tone warm and reassuring. “It’s all part of the fun.”

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the garage wall. “Looks like you’re getting the hang of it,” he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

Ratchet, her Ratchet, stepped forward with a sly grin, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “we’ve all had our fun inside her. But why stop there? Let’s make it official.”

Xennah raised an eyebrow, her tail swishing lazily as she leaned back against the rock. “Official?” she purred, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He smirked, his hand resting on her hip as he looked at the other two Ratchets. “Let’s mark her. All of us. Make sure everyone knows she’s ours.”

The older Ratchet chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the garage wall. “Bold move,” he said, his tone approving. “I like it.”

The younger Ratchet’s ears twitched nervously, his cheeks flushing beneath his fur. “Uh… what does that mean?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Xennah laughed softly, her claws brushing against his cheek. “It means you’re going to pee on me, sweetie,” she explained, her tone warm and reassuring. “Consider it a… special kind of bonding.”

The younger Ratchet’s eyes widened, but before he could protest, Ratchet, her Ratchet, stepped in. “Don’t overthink it,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “Just follow our lead.”

With that, Ratchet positioned himself in front of Xennah, his cock still glistening as he aimed his stream at her golden-red fur. The warm liquid splashed against her chest, and Xennah let out a soft moan, her tail flicking lazily. “Mmm, that’s it,” she purred, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

The older Ratchet stepped up next, his thick cock releasing a steady stream that cascaded down her back. Xennah arched into it, her claws digging into the rock behind her as she savored the sensation. “You boys really know how to spoil me,” she teased, her voice thick with pleasure.

Finally, the younger Ratchet hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, his slender cock aiming at her legs. His stream was lighter, but no less enthusiastic, and Xennah chuckled softly as she felt the warmth spread over her. “Good boy,” she murmured, her blue-green eyes locking onto his. “You’re learning fast.”

As the last drops fell, Xennah stood there, drenched and utterly satisfied, her golden-red fur glistening under the sunlight. She smirked, her tail swishing lazily as she looked at the three Ratchets. “Well,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement, “I guess I’m officially yours now.”