FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ratchet still didn’t know all the details when he touched down and left his cruiser. The lombax had taken on a bounty job to track down some kind of creature. A mysterious alien that had been spreading its parasitic offspring across sectors, causing major disruptions all over the place. Ratchet of course wondered why such a menace wasn’t being hunted by just about everyone, especially for the price that this bounty was worth. But apparently, not only was the target very elusive but if one managed to come across the bounty they would either go missing or return in a completely broken state. With these fates befalling more and more, the bounty reward was growing but there hadn’t been any takers until Ratchet caught wind of it all and decided to take on the job as an exciting challenge. As this target was often on the move Ratchet didn’t have much to go on and the ones that had encountered this alien weren’t much help, being left dumb wrecks that could hardly put any thoughts together. There was something they had in common that Ratchet noticed since it was so prominent on all of them, being a set of overinflated balls that couldn’t be hidden in any way. Doing some on the ground investigating of his own, Ratchet managed to get a sample from this creature. With some added help from a friend the lombax was able to start actually tracking this alien down in a way that nobody else had. With a tracker in hand, leaving his parked cruiser behind, Ratchet was stepping out on his feet, keeping a lookout as he started to approach the direction of the signal. This was definitely the right place and that was a good thing. But there was also something troubling, being that the signal was pointing Ratchet in the direction of a cavern. Whatever he was looking for would be found within the dark tunnel. He had his gear prepared, fueled by a determination to success like nobody else did. It wasn’t as if he had much choice. Based on how everyone else wound up, Ratchet was aware that “failing” this mission would leave him either missing or another babbling wreck with unexplainably hyper sized balls… Taking a deep breath, the lombax just went inside with his flash light equipped. As it said on his scanner, the thing he was looking for was much further and deeper within the caverns. Though Ratchet looked confident on the inside he was feeling a bit worried that there was a chance that this could go wrong. But if this went right inside, there would be plenty of benefits. Not just the reward but also the bragging rights that came from doing something that even the most experienced bounty hunter couldn’t, how he put a stop to this creature that had been causing so much trouble for everyone. Anything not bathed in the shine of his light was shrouded in complete darkness. By now he was several feet deep underground and only going lower. The path ahead was becoming narrower, the solid rock of the cavern was pressing against his furry body, making him groan a bit. But he kept going and even pushed through a particularly tight section, letting out a grunt and losing his balance. He fell through, landing hard on the other side. As he groaned and picked himself up, his light had skittered across the hard cavern floor before flickering out from the damage it received. ”That’s just great…” Ratchet muttered while picking himself up. He had dropped the scanner too and while it wasn’t completely broken the sensitive device had been damaged enough that its readings were completely off. Ratchet was having trouble recalibrating as the screen was fizzing, constantly going in and out. Ratchet sighed from this but at least there was still light around him. There was another light source within the cave, being many glowing crystals. From countless small ones embedded in the rock all around him to large blooms of translucent clusters that radiated a much stronger glow. “Should be just up ahead, Ratchet…” the lombax said to himself. He pressed on deeper within the cave, seeing a clear path of where this creature could have gone. And along the ground he was seeing this slightly faded but still eye-catching semi-wet trail. And there was also this distinct smell that was reaching the lombax’s nose. It was faint and yet Ratchet was shuddering from it. All the same he pressed on, preparing himself as he was starting to hear animalistic mutters and scrabbles up ahead. Ratchet burst into the chamber that was full of glowing hunks of crystal, his weapon drawn while he looked around for the creature that was supposed to be right there. But even turning around in a full circle, Ratchet couldn’t find his target. Unbeknownst to the lombax, he was in very close proximity to his catch. It was deftly skittering across the ceiling, right above Ratchet. But that wasn’t obvious to the bounty hunter until there was a thick drip of some kind of strong smelling fluid that fell right on Ratchet’s shoulder, making him jump and look up. Just as he was looking up, there was something coming down onto him. Ratchet cried out from the body that landed on top of him but he quickly adjusted, his instincts and reflexes causing him to act and wrestle against this creature that was similar to his own stature but with a significant height, weight, and muscle advantage over him. Ratchet did his best but this creature was strong and agile, getting the weapon out of his hand and tossing it across the ground. Still pinned down beneath this creature, Ratchet prepared himself for the worst, hearing its deep growls and feeling the hot breath puffing on him. He closed his eyes when there were just mere inches between them…only to perk up when he heard the sound of curious sniffing. Opening his eyes, Ratchet was able to get a good look at this creature now that it was no longer moving and he looked extremely familiar. ”No way… R-Rocket?” Ratchet dared to ask. In response to the name, the dark red raccoon-like creature smirked, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth that made Ratchet smirk. “Took you long enough.” It spoke in a deeper tone but the cadence and manner of speech was most certainly Rocket. ”What the hell…y-you’re the creature I’m looking for?” Ratchet asked. Rocket looked a bit confused and let his friend up, giving him the chance to explain. Ratchet spared the raccoon all the finer details of how he actually got here, keeping the important things of how wanted Rocket was and the bounty that was offered to catch him. ”Heh, that’s about as close to a quarter of what I’m worth,” Rocket chuffed. With him finally standing still and within the light of the crystals. The raccoon was standing significantly taller and bulkier than usual. But his furry body was covered in this strange brownish-red shiny stuff, being snug to him like a bodysuit. ”What is that?” Ratchet couldn’t help but ask, already reaching out towards his friend. When his fingers got closer Ratchet flinched when the slick stuff actually moved. ”Wow, I didn’t expect you to be the nervous type,” Rocket said but he wasn’t talking to Ratchet. “Sorry, forgot to introduce you to my new partner. Come on, you can show him. He’s cool.” Ratchet was of course confused about what the raccoon was talking about. And that’s when the “bodysuit” half covering Rocket slid from his body and revealed itself to be a symbiote. After being fused with Rocket for so long it had taken on more animalistic traits, having the shape of ears on top of his head and a snout that parted to reveal its long, jagged teeth as it smiled. “Ratchet, meet Feral.” Ratchet was naturally shellshocked by this and the fact that Rocket was currently nude without the symbiote covering him. “An old friend of yours?” Feral asked as he looked Ratchet up and down. Now it was Rocket’s turn to bring his friend up to speed on how he and Feral met within a prison, breaking out and becoming partners. ”So you’re the symbiote running around,” Ratchet said to Feral. ”Yeah, it’s kinda the deal we’ve got going on. I get the benefits of having him around and from time to time he gets to make more symbiotes. Don’t worry, the guys we take out are real pieces of shit,” Rocket explained. Feral was slinking back onto him and this time covering Rocket’s body entirely; with even more muscle mass and shiny coating of stark red with white stripes along his tail and a distinctive pattern on his chest, Rocket had added features along his back such as a wild crop of fur that doubled as tendrils. “Together we make Ravage,” the fused creature explained, speaking in that deeper voice again. While Ratchet was processing all of this, Ravage was leaning in and sniffing at him, leaning into the lombax, stuffing his nose to Ratchet’s chest and breathing in deep, taking in his friend’s scent before he pulled back with an excited groan. “Well look at that. Smells like you’re compatible too. A perfect match to become another breeder.” ”Uh, you mean like… I mean it sounds pretty cool in theory but…” Ratchet gulped and he started to back away a bit, feeling varying things about the idea. There was intrigued but also some fear about what would happen to him. ”Don’t worry. You’re gonna love it!” Rocket promised with another toothy smirk before suddenly pouncing. The next thing Ratchet knew, he was groaning from hitting the ground and Rocket was already on top, morphing the end of his fingers into sharpened claws to quickly swipe and clearly tear away the fabric of Ratchet’s crotch, exposing the lombax’s cock that was in a semi-hard state. It was already roused from being so close to the symbiote/raccoon combo, breathing in the sharp unique musk that was coming from them. It was making him shiver on instinct, fogging up his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. Not helping was that Ratchet could feel his friend’s warm breath puffing right on his crotch, that being enough to get him fully erect. Rocket pressed his nose to the cock’s base and inhaled from it again, letting out a shuddery breath himself, feeling a rush of excitement from finding someone compatible like him. Making it even better was that Ratchet was already packing like him, sporting a shaft that was 9 inches but plenty thick. He got to feel that for himself when his nose trailed up to the tip, more touch was given by his lips wrapping around it. Just like that Rocket started to suck on his friend’s cock, causing Ratchet to groan aloud. In his symbiote-fused state, Rocket’s tongue was much bigger and he was dextrously wrapping it around Ratchet’s girth while sinking his muzzle down to make sure every inch was taken. Against his lips and tongue were his friends' throbs followed by the first oozes of precum that Rocket tasted and instantly wanted more of. Feral was responding to it as well, stirring from how appealing he found the fluid, being drawn to it in a similar way that he had been drawn to Rocket upon their first meeting. Ratchet was kept on his toes; he wasn’t at all expecting this kind of blowjob and the amount of pleasure that came with it. It got even better when Rocket started to move his muzzle up and down, using his long thick tongue as an additional sleeve that was pumping itself along the inches at its own independent pace. ”Oh! Oh fuck..!” the lombax groaned, multiple waves of pleasure from different things happening at the same time were all racing through him. Between the direct pleasure and the scent hanging heavier in the underground space, Ratchet was just compelled to act. What he did was reach his hands out to get a hold on Rocket’s head. From there the lombax started to move it himself, guiding the pace by pushing and pulling Rocket’s head along. Rocket felt this and kept his lips wrapped around the flesh. At the same time the raccoon’s tongue was still twisting and curling all over the inches it passed over. In no time at all Ratchet felt every inch of his dick getting coated in hot, viscous spit multiple times over. From his own perspective the feeling was incredible, like he couldn’t stop himself once he got started, not that he wanted to. While sucking him off, Rocket was making his own sounds that suggested enjoyment, his heavy hums and more prominent slurps. Having his muzzle pushed down further got the lombax’s thick shaft into his throat and he welcomed it in, smirking more from the louder moans that echoed through the otherwise empty caverns. ”I…I didn’t think it would be this good…” Ratchet panted. He was moving his inches across the length of that long tongue and into the even tighter throat beyond, getting immediately treated to the squeezes that came. Just as he was getting used to it, Rocket acted on his own to extend his tongue further, sliding the end of it from his open mouth, dragging the wet, hot tip across the lombax’s furry balls on top of everything else. From all of this, Ratchet’s moans were getting all the louder and gaining a pitch. He could feel himself getting close from all the stimulation that Rocket was putting him through. Even his balls that were getting licked all over by Rocket’s tongue were starting to churn. It was getting all the harder to resist the pleasure and arousal that was coursing through him, fueled by all of his senses being so heavily stimulated at one time. He needed more and started to move Rocket’s head all the harder and in a rougher manner as well. All that he could further endure was a few more strong sucks and firm licks from Rocket while he was also pumping his way into the raccoon’s throat, feeling how much he was throbbing. Instead of announcing his orgasm, the lombax instead let out a sharp huff and growl as he managed another thrust inside and reached his peak. With his shaft planted in deep, Ratchet’s seed was shooting out with more force than he expected, taking him by surprise. The feeling of it jetting out was keeping him snarling. He was cumming harder than he ever had before because of what Rocket continued to do, using his stretched tongue to still stroke Ratchet’s cock while swabbing his tongue over the balls, keeping them churning and expelling their loads as well. At the same time Rocket was keeping his lips pressed down to the base of the lombax’s cock, hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from his friend. But what Ratchet didn’t realize was that his balls were being drained of their seed all at one time. He was too busy basking in the amazing feeling that he didn’t realize, still pumping his spunk into the raccoon’s mouth and throat, which was firmly swallowed down, being followed by Rocket’s hums of approval that were mixed with excitement for what he and Feral had planned next. He couldn’t wait to see how much his friend’s loins would change after the process… “W-whoa…” Ratchet almost slurred when the mouth eased from his cum-coated dick that was still fully hard and throbbing despite how much he had cum. “Yeah, that was real good, wasn’t it? And what’s coming next is gonna be even better,” Rocket said with a smirk. He was already moving again without warning just like last time. He left Ratchet lying on his back, looming up to see the raccoon become fully in tune with Feral. Standing over the lombax, he gave his friend a full view of his loins expanding greatly, jutting out from the 4 foot symbiote foot-raccoon’s body, becoming a heavy bloated pulsating spire that was nearly as big as the creature’s own torso. And his balls had expanded to the point they could be sat on. Ratchet was stuck in place, gawking with widened eyes while Rocket was already going ahead to move in and press his own cock to Ratchet’s shaft that was still erect. “Just hold still and relax…” Ratchet snapped out of it when he felt the increased pressure on his cockhead while it was so close to Rocket’s. Another round of moans were coming from him as Rocket was sneering with amusement, gripping his engorged heavy dick with both hands, maneuvering it in a way that made his tip trace circles along the smooth head of Ratchet’s, getting it sticky with his precum. It oozed out heavily from the wide opening of Rocket’s shaft, glazing Ratchet’s tip in a sheen of clinging heat; the fluid in itself wasn’t just hot but also had a strong, hazy reek that was making Ratchet’s entire body feel suddenly charged. As more was coming out from Rocket’s cock opening, it was trailing down the length of Ratchet’s own inches, sliding all the way to his own crotch fur, soaking into it and making the area tingle. Finally Rocket made a push that increased the pressure between their tips until it was Rocket’s that gave way, his cockhole opening up and letting the lombax’s own shaft inside. Rocket felt the filling and stretching of his urethra while Ratchet was reacting to the unexpected pleasure of the slick and hot walls that snugly surrounded him. On top of that his mind was frazzled with the realization of what exactly happened. It wasn’t the raccoon’s mouth again or even his ass this time. Instead his own cock was sunk deep into Rocket’s dick. He could feel all the slickness that surrounded him and the strength of its throbs that sent hard vibrations through his entire body. Rocket knew exactly what he was doing, taking the time to just enjoy how they were both throbbing before he started to move. Ratchet found himself stuck in place all over again because of the pleasure coursing through him. Rocket was moving about easily, letting out grunts of his own while grinding the lombax’s walls against his internal cock walls. He was going at a steady pace while starting, giving Ratchet the change to adjust and process what was happening. And every time Rocket made sure to push all the way down, getting his huge leaky tip to repeatedly kiss Ratchet’s crotch. Ratchet was groaning out loud all over again, this time feeling his length surrounded completely by the hot, smooth, and slick walls that were pulsating against him, happening every time Rocket’s shaft throbbed. It felt like the raccoon’s rod was a creature in itself, sending vibrations through him while also keeping a snug hold on him. As if the symbiote-fused raccoon’s dick was trying to suck in Ratchet’s inches. And when he looked up Rocket was smirking down at him. Throbbing as well, the pinned lombax was adding to the wetness inside via his own precum spurting out, like it was also getting sucked out directly. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Bet it's your cockjob,” Rocket said with equal parts smugness and excitement. For all the symbiotes he had created, until now Rocket hadn’t encountered someone else who was actually compatible with Feral’s specific classification. While there was plenty of fun to be had in snatching up targets and churning them down, Rocket’s heart was racing just from the idea of putting Ratchet through the things he experienced during his own meeting with Feral. “M-maybe I could get used to something like this…” Ratchet responded between his heavy breaths. Rocket was spurred by his friend's words and acted by pushing down to have all of Ratchet’s cock inside of his own, groaning from the way that his cockwalls were getting parted around someone else’s probing erection. At the same time, Ratchet was still reeling and processing all of this. Rocket’s cock was sliding up and down, his bulbous spread tip touching his crotch like a pair of smooth toned asscheeks but the texture inside was different, along with the squeezes and pulses that sent shocks through them both. There was so much precum that was oozing out through the narrow gaps, slathering Ratchet’s length so many times over. That precum in itself was an off color, clinging firmly to the fur and skin that it was touching, having a searing clinging heat and rising from it was a harsh, pungent musk that was making Ratchet’s head spin and his entire body feel flush with even more heat and tingles, causing him to sweat and exert his own smell. ”Don’t worry,” Rocket assured, running his tongue across his large teeth. “I’m just getting started with you.” With the intent to show what he really meant, Rocket pulled himself back and pushed forwards again with more strength. From there he was rocking himself at a faster pace, making the squelches of him swallowing up the precum-layered cock all the louder, taking up all the inches over and over again. The feelings, odors, and the wet smacks from their actions were getting all the stronger still. He could feel how much stronger Ratchet was throbbing inside of him, shooting his own precum but it was so easily outdone but how much he was casually letting out, further glazing the lombax’s crotch in his musky essence. And the more it was happening, the more pleasure rose for the both of them, intensifying their arousal. While he was acting, Rocket could feel how excited Feral was too. The symbiote was very much looking forward to going through the process of making another like Rocket. To make an offspring that would perfectly fuse with the lombax. Him and Rocket feeling sharing such similar desires had them in perfect sync which fueled their actions. Within the enclosed space of the underground they were both panting and sweating, filling the area. Ratchet hadn’t noticed it just yet but as he was breathing in the smell hanging all around them, his nose was picking up on his own scent changing, becoming more intense and harsh. His fur was getting covered in the thicker sweat that was soaking into his pelt. As he realized this, Rocket was putting more into his actions, letting his own lust guide his motions. From there he was rapidly bouncing his dick on Ratchet’s length, using it like a sleeve to give his friend pleasure, milking out more precum and the contents that remained within the lombax’s sack. In the place of it he was spurting out plenty of his own strong smelling fluids, their shared moans increasing in volume, making a bigger mess of Ratchet, bathing him in the reeking fluids. Ratchet was starting to want even more of it on him, to bathe in how it was sitting in his fur. From all of this, Ratchet was the first to be pushed over the edge crying out from the blind rush that overtook him. Rocket felt it as well and acted, shoving his dick forwards to make sure that all of Ratchet’s inches were taken. Ratchet’s length was stuffed in as deeply as it could reach, swelling and pulsating all the harder before he started shooting out the last of his ropes. And like before Ratchet was gritting his teeth from the way it felt like his loads were being sucked directly from his balls but with even more intensity than before. Rocket was groaning as well, feeling his cock swallowing those loads again but this time through his cock. Between this and the seed he took earlier, they had more than enough for Feral to quickly process it and make it ready, siphoning the necessary elements and drawing them to Rocket’s balls where his own load was churning but now it was becoming the perfect brew that a new symbiote perfectly suited to Ratchet, made with his own DNA, would be developing in. “Now here comes the real fun part!” Rocket shouted aloud. Feral got more directly involved with the fun now that Ratchet’s balls were emptied of their own contents. Rocket groaned as his shaft swelled from Feral pushing a tendril through it, causing the girth to bulge where the tentacle was slithering along until it reached the start of Ratchet’s shaft, leading to the lombax yelling out even louder than before, his voice echoing with a new edge from the way he felt his dick getting spread by the probing tendril while Rocket’s own shaft was still surrounding his completely. Feral shivered across Rocket’s body, feeling the pleasure of penetrating Ratchet, making the lombax’s cock stretch out further from within, parting the urethral walls that were felt on all sides. He continued to slither the tendril in deeper, worming his way in further, grinding against the sensitive surfaces. On the receiving end of this, Ratchet’s eyes were wide while his teeth were grit firmly. The thickening slimy tentacle was digging its way in further, putting more pressure while crawling in further. Ratchet reacted right away by yelling out even louder, feeling completely overwhelmed by the way that Feral slammed his way down further with a sudden harshness, burrowing far enough to reach into the lombax’s actual balls. ”H-holy…!” Ratchet groaned with heavy strain in his voice. He could hardly speak or even think straight at this point, especially when the tendril in his balls was going further to prod at their internal walls. Feral was exploring and grinding his tendril against the smooth walls, leaving behind a slick and hot trail that was already getting absorbed into the lombax. It kept humping itself back and forth, pressing more of the balls’ internals to stretch them out a bit, the sack becoming more elastic as more fluid was getting let out and smeared all over. Ratchet could feel his ballsack getting gradually bigger and heavier from what Feral was doing to him, feeling the slimy heat spreading throughout. As his own sack was still churning from the stimulation there wasn’t any precum left for him to let out. That left Ratchet just shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of it all, being unable to steady himself against these unique shocks, feeling both his sack getting massaged from the inside while his cock was still in the hot hold of Rocket’s. Feral was spurred to act further. Being connected to him, Rocket could feel the pleasure that the symbiote was experiencing, groaning as well from it. Pumping his tendril with more gusto, the thick wet noises from these repeated motions was loud enough to be heard by all of them, even with Ratchet’s heavy groans and pants. Still pinned down, Ratchet was kept in place even while shaking and squirming, his body reacting to the overwhelming shocks overtaking him, getting stronger still from the tendril’s slime that made his balls steadily bigger and more sensitive. “He’s all ready now,” Feral said with Rocket. He swirled the tendril along all over a few more times before withdrawing completely, the effects of his actions leaving Ratchet’s loins prepared for what was coming. “Here’s the first step to being like me!” Rocket shouted excitedly. With Feral withdrawing his tendril entirely, the raccoon was finally free to act. After all that time of holding himself back, Rocket let himself be pushed over the edge, snarling through his long sharp teeth as he felt the power of his own climax, his sack acting to expel the huge loads that would be infused with the fluids that Feral already let out. Feral’s final act was also letting loose a seed within Rocket’s balls that would be sent along to grow within Ratchet. Rocket’s already monstrously huge dick was swelling further as all the cum was no longer being held back; the stored up brewing fluids were expelled from the overly huge balls that Rocket was sitting on. It was blasting right into Ratchet’s own dick, making it swell to greater proportions as well, becoming bloated with his friend’s hot and thick essence that was surging into him. Ratchet felt it flooding him with so much force, making his own balls expand in both weight and size immediately when the loads were going into his own orbs. As Rocket was reveling in the climax he was experiencing, for Ratchet it felt like he was cumming hard as well but cum was going inside of him rather than it coming out. He could see how his own balls were rapidly inflating, the process feeling tingly and pleasurable rather than painful. His sack was growing all the fuller while the heat and musk was filling him, hitting his other senses to keep the lombax completely overwhelmed. All Ratchet could do as this was happening was continue groaning heavily while even drooling on himself, making the occasional spasms from the shocks of pleasure that ran through him. And it just kept going like that, keeping Ratchet feeling completely overwhelmed, his balls churning hard and gurgling. There was another rush coming from his cock being spread around something circular and firm, sliding his way down his urethra, being the symbiote seed that would respond to all of Rocket and Feral’s combined preparations. It slid along to the end of his cock before dropping down into his balls. There was already the feeling of all the slime and cum gurgling and sloshing about within his expanded sack but when that symbiote seed was inserted and responded to its prepared surroundings, Ratchet could feel something rubbing against his walls, not knowing that the symbiote was rapidly developing, taking up more space within him and its movements were sending more shocks and waves that had Ratchet paralyzed by the sensations. His breathing was heavy and the sides of his vision were starting to blur from how unyielding all of these sensations were, not allowing him even a second to adjust… Ratchet stirred and groaned as he slowly woke up to find himself no longer in the caves but within his own ship. Except that he was stuck to the wall with some kind of clinging slime that was keeping him in place; his body pressed flat and spread out against the vertical surface. Though he was suspended, the lombax could feel and see that his expanded balls were touching the ground, looking like a pair of market pumpkins. Even now he could feel a tingling from them, being a constant sensation that caused him to groan a bit. “Oh, you’re up,” Rocket said as he walked into the room. “You’ve been out for like a whole day.” ”R-Rocket, how did we get on the ship?” Ratchet asked, being still a bit groggy from his sleep. ”I brought you back here. Funny enough I was down there looking for some rare crystal that I could use as a battery for this ship I stole. Used the last of its power to get there. So it’s pretty lucky that you found me,” the raccoon chuckled. “So it's much easier to just room with you for a while. This ship is much better than that piece of shit I had to make due with.” ”Fuck…They feel so heavy…” Ratchet muttered aloud. His head was still feeling foggy not just from all the sleep but the haziness that remained in his head. ”I bet. And we’re just getting started. We’re gonna need a lot more if you’re gonna be like me and Feral,” Rocket said. Hearing his name being spoken, the symbiote perked up, his head popping up from over Rocket’s shoulder. “Now let’s check on the progress.” Rocket approached his slime-bound friend, getting down on his knees before the lombax. With Feral connected to him, he could sense the seed within Ratchet’s balls had taken hold. This would be his first time fostering one that would actually bond to the one it was coming from, rather than just coming out and leaving their creator a mindbroken mess. Looking over Ratchet’s balls naturally led to Rocket observing Ratchet’s cock that had gotten bigger. Going from 9 inches to nearly a full foot while gaining more girth than before as well. Seeing it made Rocket tingle and he drew his tongue over his teeth, feeling his mouth water from the wave of Ratchet’s musk that was also becoming stronger; the lombax’s natural funk from all the sweating and sex before combined with the passive potency boost that the developing symbiote was already providing. The raccoon put his hand on Ratchet’s cock, making his friend groan. In no time at all the semi-hard grew to full mast, swelling out to its full proportions while being hard as rock just from the simplest of touch. Even Ratchet was surprised by how sensitive he felt. The cock itself was already wet from a coating of sweat and the fluids that remained from the sex had in those caverns. As Rocket started to stroke he was getting his palms and fingers slick with a coating of the greasy mess. Already he was coaxing out the lombax’s changing precum, the fluid now having a grungier tone that made Rocket shudder himself. It was only now he was realizing how exciting this was for himself, to have his own old friend turn into something just like him. ”You know, Ratchet. We’re gonna be even closer than before. In fact I think we should become more involved partners.” While speaking the raccoon was still stroking across the hard flesh, milking out more of the thicker, darker colored precum. It was getting onto his hand and he used that, smearing it back over the inches it all came from. His other hand joined in, sailing across from tip to base and back again, giving ample attention to all of the inches. He got a feel for how big Ratchet had gotten and knew that this was just the start. His muzzle was up close while stroking, watching the thick foreskin slink along and at the same time he was breathing in the stronger reek that came from his friend, being familiar yet new all the same time. With how much bigger his sack had gotten, Ratchet had plenty of precum to let out. They were visibly and audibly churning, keeping the substance flowing and that was a good thing. The seed couldn’t be left to stagnate if they wanted the strongest, healthiest symbiote possible. Increasing the speed of his strokes, the raccoon squeezed his hands together to make a tighter hold, listening to the stronger moans from Ratchet. From above the breaths were getting all the heavier to match the stronger waves of pleasure that came. Since he was bound, Ratchet didn’t have anything else to do except revel in the raccoon jerking himself off. Though the pleasure he felt, the lombax couldn’t help but admire how his dick looked now. Even if it was strange, how could a guy like him be upset about gaining more inches. While he was getting stroked, Ratchet could feel the hard flesh’s heft and the strength of its pulses. From how good it felt, Ratchet couldn’t stop himself from making the occasional hump into his friend’s pumping hands, grunting from how much better it felt than usual. His lust was feeling stronger than it ever had been, leading to the lombax wanting even more. Luckily Rocket seemed to be on the same wavelength as him and acted by using his hands as a sleeve, still moving them along while letting Ratchet hump into them at his leisure. While his hands were busy with the repeated but simple movements, Rocket could also put his focus on his friend’s expanded balls. By his looking he could see how ruffled the fur covering them was, soaked with sweat but also the precum that was dripping down to sink into the yellow fur, making the stickiness even more so. Ducking his head under his friend’s cock, Rocket felt the precum still cascading down the inches, sliding downwards onto his muzzle too as it was pressed to the sack. Another groan came from the raccoon as he basked in the mugginess that was steadily growing in intensity. With lustful anticipation brewing heavy within him, Rocket pushed his snout right into his friend’s balls, all but smothering himself by pushing his nose firm against the hot, muggy fur, breathing in the raw potent aroma from Ratchet’s body slowly becoming in tune with the symbiote growing inside of him, along with the musk already built up from Ratchet being out and about for a few days now. It only took a few firm sniffs for Rocket to feel his head becoming fogged and his whole body tingling as he groaned aloud. Keeping his hands on the lombax’s cock, Rocket was doing his best to worship his friend’s balls, using his tongue instead. He tried to cover as much area as he could, and from doing so the raccoon was earning himself plenty of that delightfully bitter addictive flavor. Digging his way into the yellow fur, siphoning the sticky infused mess of sweat and cum that soaked into the pelt, Rocket wanted more and felt that he couldn’t stop once he had started. This licking and stroking at the same time had Ratchet moaning out even more, the direct stimulation to his sack making it churn all the harder which in turn caused more precum to ooze out. Moving his hands faster, Rocket made a point to twist and squeeze at various parts of the cock like the base or tip, giving more stimulation there while also redoubling his movements on the gurgling yellow ballsack. The sound of the fluids churning about within was making him tremble all over. His stronger senses thanks to Feral allowed him to take in his friend’s potency fully. As this happened, all of Rocket’s efforts so far were enough to push Ratchet over the edge, his whole body tensing up from the blinding rush of his climax that had a level of power like never before. But as he came, Feral acted quickly with a tendril to firmly plug Ratchet’s cock to the point that his cum was surging back and flowed right into his balls again, making the seed slosh and rush about, refreshing it for the symbiote that was growing within. And the feeling of it had Ratchet thrashing and hissing firmly through his clenched teeth. And Rocket kept the orgasm going for as long as it could by continually stroking the pulsating shaft. And it was that way for more than a week. Rocket essentially took over Ratchet’s ship while the lombax was stuck in place, taking them places to stock up on supplies or even so Rocket could do some bounty hunting of his own. Even when alone, Ratchet was kept in a state of reaction; his balls that had gotten larger and heavier from the developing being inside. It was bigger now and its movements were sending shocks through Ratchet that made him gasp and twitch at the very least. When coming back, Rocket would give Ratchet more direct pleasure by worshiping both his cock and balls until Ratchet would cum and his plugged cum would surge and flow back, keeping the seed within him circulated. *** “Got a special surprise for you,” Rocket said after a full week. The day after he had been out longer than usual. Once he was in view, Ratchet noticed that Rocket was in his Ravage form, entirely fused with Feral. Not just that but the symbiote covered raccoon was also hauling his balls that were so greatly expanded, and misshapen from the target he nabbed and brought back. From within Rocket’s balls were jostling and muffled noises of protests could be heard by Ratchet. “A big fucker like this is just what it needs,” Rocket said as he closed the distance and wielded his cock that was as large as his body like before. He lifted and aimed it at Ratchet’s own erection that had gotten even bigger over the week. “Ready to be a dad?” Before Ratchet could properly respond Rocket was already acting, lining up their cocks and pushing his against the other. Like before Ratchet’s dick was getting swallowed up by the symbiote-fused raccoon’s. If that sensation wasn’t enough Rocket was already pushing their tips together and Rocket’s was the one opening up. Ratchet was again feeling that unique tightness surrounding him while the raccoon was groaning from his cock getting spread around the lombax’s shaft. ”Fuck yeah…” Rocket grunted while making the first hump that stuffed more of Ratchet into him, causing them both to moan out together. Ratchet’s voice was even louder than Rocket’s, still being so new to this unique kind of pleasure. They felt their cocks throbbing against each other, Rocket’s leaking dark and thick precum that was soaking Ratchet’s. With how much Ratchet’s loins had expanded since their meeting in that cave, Rocket was looking down and saw how the lombax’s cock was making his own bulge. “Yeah, this is gonna be a lot of fun,” Rocket said with a lustful growl. He started to move his hips, pulling back then thrusting forwards, deciding to have some fun with this. He was fucking his own cock with Ratchet’s, getting it to slide along his urethral walls. While doing so he was looking into Ratchet’s eyes, looking at the expressions of intense pleasure on his friend’s face as he started to get into a rhythm. From what Rocket was leaking, there was already an abundance of lube that made it easy for all of Ratchet’s cocklength to be taken. With these rocks of his hips, there were a series of deep wet squishy noises from all the fluids. It was even starting to seep out between the gaps, his potent precum trailing down Ratchet’s balls. The mess was growing and getting all over the crotches and swinging balls, getting them and more of the area around them all sticky and smelling of their combined reeking. ”Come on, let’s have some real fun with this,” Rocket encouraged, telling his friend to start thrusting as well. Ratchet felt the throbs getting stronger while the abundance, sloppy precum’s odor was rising like steam, flooding his nose and filling him with more lust than he ever felt. It triggered something within him and Ratchet followed suit with his own thrusts. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep going just like that. Push it in deep,” Rocket huffed with a growing grin on his muzzle, huffing with a sharper edge in his voice from him and Ratchet thrusting in time with each other, the throbs from both getting all the stronger. The gushes from Rocket were stronger and more came out, bathing Ratchet’s dick in layers of the hot stuff and more was dripping out onto the floor beneath them. Once he really got started, Ratchet was fueled by the sloppiness, scents, and throbbing. He let out a growl that surprised him and thrust with a harshness, lurching his hips with as much power as possible while still bound in the slime. Now it was Rocket’s turn to gasp aloud. There was always a rush from swallowing something down his dick but the way that Ratchet was pumping into him was really scratching that itch within him. The lombax was letting out deeper and more dominant sounding growls in time with his movements that were becoming more intense as well. In terms of voice and actions, Ratchet was leaning further into a more forceful manner that was charged by the symbiote stirring inside of him. And from it Ratchet was getting overwhelmed with shocks of pleasure throughout, letting out deep moans that matched Rocket’s in volume, echoing off the walls while their bodies were moving back and forth together. Getting all the closer together, Rocket could feel the bulging in his own dick reaching further from Ratchet getting in deeper as well. They were fueled by each other, acting off the other’s actions. Grinding their cocks together, they were adding to the mess of heavy, searing fluids that were getting slung from the gaps. “F-fuck… Alright, now the fun’s really about to start!” Rocket bellowed. Between this pleasure and the thrashing about in his balls, Rocket was pushed over the edge. He made another push that swallowed up all of Ratchet’s inches and kept him pinned to the wall. With that he came, letting out high powered shots of his extra thick and sludgy cum. It shot out with so much force one after another. With the pulses, Rocket’s cock was bulged out even more from the sheer amount of cum blasting its way through. Ratchet was feeling it all but in a different way; his slit was getting filled with so much cum that it was making his own urethra swell and the rest of his cock bulge. And as the seed surged into his dick it was all pouring into his balls that were already so full and heavy with its own loads. But his sack was expanding further to make room for the other male’s juices that were already rich with the proteins of a fully grown symbiote. But that was just the start of it, and yet Ratchet felt like his sack was holding too much. Following Rocket’s orgasm was Ratchet shouting in climactic bliss in time with balls seizing to push along the person that was trapped within them, causing his dick to swell to massive proportions to move the person along. And when it reached Ratchet’s tip, the lombax went even more wide eyed. His body was thrashing his slime, his toes curling as he panted hard from the indescribable pleasure of having his own dick stretch impossibly to let in the guy that Rocket had swallowed up earlier. With a whole week of just focusing on the pleasure, Ratchet hadn’t realized how much his body had already changed. It was a different experience than what Rocket had been through. They were making a special symbiote from scratch. Even Rocket himself was taking mental notes of this assisted process through the pleasure he was feeling. Ratchet was feeling no pain from how wide his cockhole stretched, instead yelling out from the writhing, groaning mass that was being pulled down his dick. Ratchet continued moaning out as it was sliding further down his inches, making its way through his shaft. It was like his cock was alive, swallowing down the entire large person, bringing them all the closer to his huge balls. And his orbs were stirring harder than ever from the creature inside sensing the coming meal. When it dropped down into his balls, he felt it squirming about, beating against the inner walls of his nuts in an attempt to escape. But it was already too late. All the preparations and added boosts from Rocket and Feral were expediting the process. Rocket pulled his cock free but kept close to watch how it would happen for Ratchet. “Holy fucking shiiiit!!!” Ratchet yelled out. Just when Ratchet thought he experienced the apex of pleasure, there was another rush like no other spreading from his balls that were moving all on their own, churning and squeezing down on the person in them. The person within kept struggling and shouting in vain while the walls were coming down on him and all the fluids already within were sloshing about, overwhelming them. Ratchet felt and watched all of this happening, the shape within his balls moving about with more urgency while his sack itself was squeezing and expanding repeatedly working on the person within, reducing them into feed for the symbiote while his balls themselves were going to be an even more effective incubation chamber. This time there was something different. Within his balls there was a slimy creature that snatched up what remained of the struggling person, enveloping them. Its attempts to escape just brought more good feelings for Ratchet, his breathing coming out heavy while his dick was throbbing fiercely, its veins fully engorged all across the length. He felt more waves and shocks coursing through him, becoming even more intense than what he was feeling before. And he was just wanting more of it. He stopped asking himself what was possible for what his body could do and he just started to enjoy it all, reveling in everything happening within his balls while the pleasure was getting strong enough for him to feel like he was going to cum but when he reached that point he was surprised to see a slime balloon coming out from his tip, bloating with cum as it expanded and sagged. Rocket knew what this was and chuckled while watching the balloon be filled before it was sucked right back into the cock it came from. This occurred multiple times, of Ratchet cumming but his seed was collected and put back, keeping the lombax on the cusp of a true orgasm. But Rocket knew that the symbiote was already born and rapidly developed, just getting all the nutrients it needed to reach its full potential. And throughout Ratchet was yelling out and struggling against the slime that bound, being unable to speak from it all. It was nearly a full five minutes before his balls finally settled and the person within them was gone with no trace. “You’re gonna love what’s about to happen,” Rocket said, making Ratchet perk up. Sure enough the lombax felt a surge coursing through the whole of his body like nothing he ever felt before, like every part of him was getting charged with power. His body was changing as a result of it. While he was gaining some added bulk and strength, for the most part Ratchet was gaining more thickness and more defined curves, fitting the lithe body type he already had. With more defined abs, shapelier pecs, gaining more height with thickening thighs, Ratchet was feeling stronger and bigger. And then his cock was expanding to greater proportions, gaining a few more inches while his girth was increasing as well, matching Rocket in his current state when not fused with his symbiote. *** The next few days were dedicated to fostering the symbiote’s growth with more worshiping and cock fucking to make sure the seed was flowing and rotated but the symbiote wasn’t going to let the fluids out when the lombax did reach his orgasm. With his seed getting put back in along with Rocket shooting plenty of new jizz inside of him, Ratchet was constantly subjected to the pitched and intensified pleasure racing through him. More than ever before his expanded balls were churning and gurgling from what was going on inside. Like Rocket, it got to the point that Ratchet could sit on his overinflated balls while wrestling with the constant and powerful need to cum. Everything about his loins were pulsing so hard as well, the veins being swelled from how engorged all of it was. Then came the day that all of them were looking forward to. Feral was sensing that the offspring made with elements of himself, Rocket, and Ratchet all together was finally ready to be “birthed.” ”Finally!” Rocket said with his own eagerness. “I wonder which one of us he’s gonna look like most!” The raccoon got into his symbiote fused form and gave Ratchet so much attention all at one time. With firm strokes, licks to the wide cockhead, and even stretching out a tendril, maneuvering it around to Ratchet’s backside to plunge into his ass, digging in deep to spread the lombax’s walls and press relentlessly on his prostate. All of these acts being done so aggressively, suddenly, and all at once was just too much for Ratchet to handle. Ratchet’s whole body surged, him yelling out with full volume from the hard crash that every part of him was put through. His eyes were nearly rolling back in his head from the huge eruption of dark colored cum that was finally allowed to come out, gushing out with so much power behind it, making a loud splatter from hitting the wall in front of him, clear across the main room of the ship, coating that wall and everything else nearby in his searing hot and ripe smelling cum. Its heat and potency was quickly starting to heat and fog up the room, making both Ratchet and Rocket shudder. Rocket chuckled and continued to pump his hands along the lombax’s inflated dick, feeling the pulses and beams of cum flowing through the flesh pipe. Even if he wasn’t stuck to the wall thanks to the slime, Ratchet would have been paralyzed in place from the sheer force of his orgasm that was still going strong. Through the haze of this pleasure, Ratchet was looking in awe at himself painting the room with his off-colored jizz, how thick and tar-like the stuff was. And the feeling of it flowing from his balls, through his much longer cock and out from his tip like a cannon, covering even more of the room. It being so thick brought a sensation all its own, rapidly crawling its way through his length and out to loudly splatter and drip all over. Rocket was moving the cock about while playing with it, getting Ratchet to paint even more of the room with the sludgy stuff, watching how it heavily thumped to the vertical smooth walls before trailing down to the floor where it would pool and from its gooey surface were the vapors rising from its heat. With the way that it flowed for him, Ratchet was literally pissing out the cum that filled his balls so much, them slowly deflating while letting out all the backed up fluids, marking more of the room, scaldling the surfaces it touched and frying some of the tech panels along the wall. But the focus was on the growing mess, with Rocket aiming and guiding where Ratchet would be blasting next while the lombax was breathing hard, his chest heaving, while the seat was soaked into his yellow fur. His cock was aimed upwards, loudly splashing onto the ceiling, coating that flat surface before it started to drip downwards like sticky, reeking rain. Ratchet was able to steady his breathing somewhat when the climax was tapering off and the flow of seed was weakening but there was hardly a moment for him to relax before he felt his balls pulsing and squeezing on themselves like before. But this time it was because something was making its way up, being pushed out from his sack and through his cock that was stretching itself around the mass making its way towards his tip. From Ratchet’s perspective it felt like he needed to cum hard all over again but this thing was plugging his dick as it slunk its way along, being a prolonged, almost agonizing tease for the lombax. With the urge to get it out of his cock, Ratchet was groaning and humping with desperation into hands that were still pumping at his length. Rocket also felt it crawling along, hearing the climactic groans coming from his friend. He knew all too well how it felt; that Ratchet was being put through what felt like continuous orgasms as the creatures slunk along to his tip, making his opening spread, bringing a sensation that had Ratchet clenching his teeth. The urethra expanded to allow the symbiote to slide its way out. As it happened, Ratchet was slurring from how good that felt, his cock twitching and throbbing as he came yet again. The symbiote was fully formed and intelligent, having the colors of Ratchet but in a darker shade. It basked in the orgasm that shot out from Ratchet yet again, feeding on the seed by wrapping his mouth around and letting its slimy fluid body expand around the jizz, swallowing it to make itself even better, pulling off when the orgasm came to an end. ”What do you think?” Rocket asked as he looked at the creature that’s head was similar to Ratchet’s. ”So, this is what it’s like…” Ratchet panted as he looked down at the gooey creature that smiled at him with a toothy grin. Instead of feeling unsettled, Ratchet was feeling an instant connection to the creature that was technically his son. ”It’s yours now,” Rocket encouraged him. “What are you gonna call him?” ”How about…Bolt?” Ratchet suggested aloud. ”Bolt…I like that…” the symbiote spoke in its own voice, taking everyone else by surprise but Feral, who tittered in excitement against Rocket. “So I exist because of you? Hehe, guess I should thank you properly.” Bolt acted and he fused himself with Ratchet for the first time. On Ratchet’s end he felt the warm slimy creature crawling up his furry body, not just covering him but infusing to his very being. It was an otherworldly feeling that Ratchet experienced in portions of Bolt climbing his way higher up the lombax’s body to further fuse. Throughout, Ratchet was becoming further boosted with even more muscle mass, height, his senses were heightened and his loins were bloating to even greater proportions as well, able to do so thanks to Bolt’s inclusion. Once the process was finished, the fused lombax had the strength to break from the slime holding him to the wall, dropping down to the floor and taking notice of his body. He was still short but had a muscular fit body but with even wider curves than the raccoon giving him an appealing body type to both himself and Rocket. ”Nice! What do you call yourself now?” Rocket asked. ”Call us Surge!” Ratchet responded on instinct. In this form he was still colored in yellow hues but his stripes were even more dynamic and larger. In time with his words they glowed a bright white. As they flashed even Rocket looked a bit dazed by it. Ratchet was feeling the power and lust thrumming through him, causing him to look at Rocket with a hungry expression. Ratchet was on his friend, both of them being fully fused with their symbiotes. The raccoon let himself be on the receiving end to see what the lombax could do in this new form. Ratchet got a hold on him, using his strength to lift up the other male that was of similar size to himself. Rocket’s back was to Ratchet’s front and the lombax growled lustfully as he prodded his much bigger dick to Rocket’s hole. For now it was nearly two feet long while being incredibly thick. He pushed his way in right away, spreading his friend’s tailhole and making Rocket’s insides stretch out. Instead of being overwhelmed Rocket was groaning aloud from the stuffing and stretching he was receiving. He had been filled with big cocks plenty of times but there was something different about Ratchet being inside of him, as if their bodies were responding to each other in perfect compatibility. He did enjoy the bit of strain he felt from keeping his hole snug against the entering flesh. Together they were moaning out together from the respective pleasure they were feeling. The two continued to make these noises as the lombax’s inches were burrowing deeper into the confines of the other symbiote-fused being, loving the hot and already slick hold that engulfed him so perfectly. There was just the right amount of resistance while letting him in fully, taking the pleasure that came from burying every last inch in, resulting in Rocket’s stomach being bulged from the tip’s implanted position. The outline of it was clearly seen, throbbing while precum was already leaking out, warming up Rocket’s belly. “Now I’m starting to get it,” Ratchet said with pure lust in his voice, increasing his hold on Rocket before he pulled back, causing his thickness and length to grind along Rocket’s walls on all sides, bringing them both another strong wave of pleasure they were both relishing. He only pulled his way out partially, keeping some of his inches past the spread rim before he jammed it all back in, using his strength to really slam his way inside, creating a sharp noise when his crotch slapped into Rocket’s ass. As precum was getting pumped into him, Rocket’s own dick was spilling plenty onto the floor as well, throbbing hard from the direct stimulation to his prostate. With the greater amounts of pre coming from both the room was heating up further, already stinking from all the cum that had been expelled. Together they were letting out the essence that came from their fused bodies while also sweating heavily, further hazing up the room with their unique dense funky pheromones that were charging them both up. With all of these fluids, fueled by his own lust, Ratchet proceeded to go wild by ramming his dick into Rocket and humping away, keeping his dick as stuffed deeply as he could. Holding his friend up against himself, Ratchet was thrusting upwards, making sure to stuff his tip into Rocket’s guts, keeping his belly bulged. His hands were positioned on Rocket to hold him up by his lifted legs, having the raccoon folded against himself. Rocket huffed from the steady pounding at his sensitive walls but also from his cock slapping him in the face, causing him to inhale his own cockfunk. Opening his mouth from another moan led to his cocktip slipping in between his own lips. Rocket didn’t go against this and welcomed in his own inches, humming against the flavor of his musky meat. ”Rrrgh…fuuccckkkk…” Ratchet groaned, becoming more in tune with his current form, leading to him applying even more strength while increasing his speed. At the same time his pumps were rocking Rocket’s hips into getting his cock to grind over his tongue, feeding him his own flavor. He was letting more inches slide in further, swirling his tongue along the girth, feeling his pulses that came before another large spurt of precum. The raccoon’s hums were growing stronger still from taking in his own precum and radiating crotch musk. As a result of the steady hard thrusts coming from Ratchet, slamming his pelvis into Rocket’s ass, there were a series of hard reverberating smacks along with the wet sucks and gulps of Rocket deep throating his own cock, it sliding back and forth in time with ratchet’s actions, putting it all in motion. Ratchet pumping his cock inside had the raccoon feeling the tightness of his own windpipe. Ratchet was too focused on the pleasure and strength coursing through his body to notice Rocket's situation. But he could hear the loud muffled moans coming from his friend and they fueled him into going even harder and faster, jamming his cock in as deeply as he could manage, loving the way that Rocket’s ass responded by practically swallowing him up. Sweat and precum was getting flung about between them, marking themselves and each other, trading their dense odors with each other. Ratchet finally looked over his shoulder to see Rocket sucking himself off, lavishing his throbbing and steaming dick with licks and sucks that he just couldn’t help. And watching that was making the lombax’s mouth water and his nostrils flared to take in their combined stink of symbiote sex growing in strength between them. Basking in the pleasure together, Ratchet was purposely making his thrusts as firm as they could be, to ensure that Rocket’s dick was going in as deeply as it could as well, making the raccoon’s throat bulge just as much as his stomach was. Rocket clearly enjoyed this based on the noises he was making, the steady moans from him being interrupted by his swallows. On Rocket’s end, drinking down the surges of cum jetting from his tip, at the same time getting large shots of Ratchet’s own precum inside of him, Rocket felt his stomach bloating from the fluids coming from both cocks, taking up more space within him the longer it was going on. Being aware of this, Ratchet was pounding his way in hard, his focus being on giving himself and his friend pleasure while breathing in the heavy musk that was coming from them both. He never minded some musk, enjoying his own after a long day of tinkering beforehand. But now the lombax was aiming to siphon in the raw pungent funk coming from them both, leaving him wanting even more of everything. Feeling the approach of his limit, Ratchet put the last of his stamina into hammering into Rocket’s depths, stretching the walls surrounding his pistoning cock and sawing over the raccoon’s prostate. He could feel Rocket shivering harder against him as well, both of them inching all the closer to their respective climaxes. Finally they were pushed past their limits, Rocket was the first; his long-winded moan coming out muffled around his shaft, cut short by him needing to gulp down the waves of seed that were flying out from his wide tip. It glazed every part of Rocket’s oral interior, giving him plenty of his own flavor before he swallowed firmly to pull the stuff down into his already slightly bloated stomach. There was so much coming out that his cock was further rounding out from the fluids rushing through and plenty was leaking out past his lips. Because of Ratchet still thrusting into him at the the same time, Rocket’s orgasm was prolonged and kept at full strength, his loads still coming out strong from his pulsing balls for more nearly two minutes of his seed flowing right out from his sack, feeling more of it running out from his mouth and down his chin, getting the hot stuff soaked into his facial fur. Throughout the raccoon’s orgasm his tailhole was clenching hard against the cock still sliding its way back and forth within him, propelling Ratchet into his own orgasm that happened with a snarl, his engorged cock was throbbing harder and swelling to greater proportions before the flood of his potent musky cum was flying out from the opening. Rocket felt that same torrent of seed flowing into his guts, taking up more space within him, leading to his midsection ballooning out further in time with every pulse and gush from Ratchet’s dick. So thick and hot to the point that his entire body was becoming flush with its heat, Rocket was panting even more while Ratchet was firmly holding onto him, growling directly into his twitching ears. While being held in place, Rocket felt himself getting filled up while his stomach was gradually swelling out further, the heat and weight within it increasing further until Ratchet’s orgasm eventually came to an end and he pulled his long cock free with a loud slurp and splatter of so much cum rushing out from Rocket’s stretched hole right away. ”Fuck, we’re gonna have a lot of fun together,” Rocket huffed and grinned. *** Rocket took it upon himself to show Ratchet the ropes when it came to the new style of bounty hunting he took up after meeting Feral. But he didn’t need too much guidance. Once they had their target in sight Ratchet was the one going ahead. Fused with Bolt in his Surge form, the lombax was stalking their target, being a tall burly horse that was wanted. Rocket’s usual strategy was to get the jump on the target after getting in close from the shadows. But Ratchet’s approach was direct, getting in the horse’s line of sight. Ratchet let himself be seen, steadily approaching like a predator that caught sight of his prey. “W-who the hell are you?” the large horse asked in a deep aggressive voice, having his weapon at the ready and pointed at the figure that was approaching. In response to the horse’s words there was suddenly an illumination of light that filled up the entire hallway of the abandoned warehouse. Flashing and then going dim. These flashes of light were from the stripes running along Ratchet’s own body while fused with his symbiote, repeatedly flashing and changing colors, bombarding the horse with the pulses and changing hues in looping succession. The horse was standing there in a daze, his eyes widened as he stood there, even dropping his weapon to the ground. Even as Ratchet was approaching him, the horse didn’t react. Rocket looked on, impressed with his friend’s hypnotic abilities, and he approached as well from behind. And together they pounced on their target… Rocket made sure they got some things of his to prove the horse’s identity for when they would collect their reward. After all, the one who issued the bounty didn’t care what condition the target would be in. Soon enough the two were in Ratchet’s ship, groaning together while the horse captured by them was struggling in between their dicks, making them both groan from the way his large body stroked at their urethral walls. They were already close, with their tips touching and Rocket reaching his arms out, having them on Ratchet’s shoulders as they made sure much of the target was pushed into their respective shafts as possible. He started to rock his body and Ratchet followed suit. Both their dicks were sucking the captive in, having a hold on him so it was like playing tug of war as they pulled back until just the horse’s head and feet remained inside of the respective shaft before they pushed forwards again, engulfing him completely while their tips were mashed together. This time Rocket was the one in control, bucking his hips firmly to use the horse like a sounding rod, coating the struggling and groaning target in layers of his heavy precum and Ratchet was doing the same, panting hard from the pleasure that he was feeling. ”Oh, I can really get used to this…” the lombax panted. He was again surprised by how much his cock could stretch, even more so when he was in his Surge form. He took notice of how easily the large man was sliding in, happening with increasing smoothness thanks to the fluids that were lubing the way. “Oh yeah? Well how about this?” Rocket huffed in a cocky manner, before he shoved forwards, not just taking in his half of the horse but pushing further to make Ratchet’s dickhole stretch out even further to handle Rocket’s own bloated length as well. Rocket watched the lombax’s expression, of huffing deeply while biting his lip, his whole body trembling from how much his dick was swallowing up. Encouraged by his friend’s reaction, Rocket started moving his body, his thrusts being firm and deep, causing Ratchet to moan aloud and grunt deeper from these new shocks. More precum was leaking out between them, making a slippery wetness that made the cock penetration and movements all the better while also making such a sludgy, musky mess onto the floor between them. “Holy shit…” Ratchet huffed, feeling himself falling deeper into the pleasure. With them much closer, Rocket’s face was in front of his own, close enough that he could push their mouths together. He proceeded to invade the fused raccoon’s mouth and throat while using his own large dextrous tongue. While letting his mouth be invaded by the slinking oral muscle, Rocket emboldened his actions, stuffing his way into his friend’s dick, maintaining the overall control and Ratchet responded with a more tender action that had them humming into each other’s muzzles. Ratchet’s hands were also roaming along Rocket’s body, feeling how the raccoon’s symbiote-fused form compared to his own. Rocket was taking things further by rocking his hips at a faster tempo, pumping his cock back and forth within Ratchet’s at a faster tempo, pumping his way into his friend’s depths while his own was still stretched around the writhing horse. Gripping harder and wrapping his arms around Ratchet with a tighter hold, Rocket was fucking his friend’s cock like it was any other hole, his moans groaning louder while Ratchet was still kissing him, the movements of his extended tongue becoming more aggressive in time. Rocket could feel the hot spit getting smeared all over and the bulging his throat did against the prehensile oral muscle. But Rocket responded to that by fucking the lombax’s cock relentlessly. The thrusting and kissing intensified between them, both doing more until Rocket was the one moaning even louder against the tongue filling up his mouth and throat, feeling the much harder throbs of his cock. In time with the next stroke of Rocket’s hips, plunging his stretched cock down into Ratchet’s, he was grunting from the jolt of his climax. It raced through him hard, hitting him like a pure electric shock through his whole body, making him shake against Ratchet. With the eruption of his seed shooting forth with so much pressure, the horse plugging his passage was pushed along as well, surging through the rest of Ratchet’s inches and into his balls. Following right after was more of Rocket’s loads blasting off into his friend’s nuts that had already expanded to hold the horse that was still struggling but they were weakening as he found himself in a growing pit of steaming, roiling seed that was getting churned out by the balls he was inside of. The feeling of all that cum rushing into him, filling his balls while the horse was moving about inside of him at the same time. It was just too much for Ratchet to withstand. He withdrew his tongue and groaned aloud while leaning against Rocket. Now it was his turn to feel the throbbing and shooting his loads that sent the cum-covered horse surging back through his dick and into Rocket’s, all the way to the raccoon’s balls, giving him the sensation of the target thrashing about inside while more seed was coming through to completely coat and cling firmly to him. This caused a repeated chain reaction of the two reaching their climaxes over and over again, passing the horse back and forth between them. And every time the target was dropped into their balls and passed along again, his struggling was getting weaker still while his body was getting all the smaller, eventually being completely dissolved into more ball juices and nutrients to make more symbiotes with. With them both fully in tune with their symbiotes, the process was going along much quicker and easier. Just hours later, Rocket and Ratchet were side by side, groaning heavily as they were both feeling the newly formed and developed symbiotes bloating their balls so heavily. Their sacks were so big they were both sitting on them, feeling the pressing and prodding of the creatures inside; the first of them just starting to make their way out. Their slow crawling was sending a myriad of tingles through their cocks. They started to push to get the first of many out. Ratchet was the first to have his cocktip open up and stretch to let out the start of his symbiote. Despite its malleable, gooey body the creature was gradually expanding the opening, glistening with a film of musky fluids. With another push, the symbiote popped out with a loud, wet noise, leaving a trail of fluids from Ratchet’s stretched cockhole. It was in the shape of a tightly packed ball, rolling across the ground for a bit before coming to a stop and squirming to expand itself. Rocket followed suit. Since he was more experienced with this, he came out quicker but he was panting just as hard as Ratchet, looking down at the first symbiote that was steaming from the heat and scent that clung to it, adding to the musk already hanging thick in the air. “So…this is what it’s like…” Ratchet panted then grunted as he felt another starting to move its way from his balls. The gurgling of his balls, the way they clenched and sent something along that made the base of his cock bulge, that bulge slinking its way along. It was just as wide as the first. Despite the trail of slime left on his urethral walls, Ratchet was feeling the pleasurable strain of the creature crawling its way along. He and Rocket were reacting to the pleasure of these symbiotes making their way along and crawling across their urethral walls while also taking in the heavy reek that was getting stronger all around them. Breathing it in was exciting them even further, being a feedback loop that made them eager to pass more symbiotes through their dicks. With the symbiote midway through his cock, Ratchet was drooling heavily while precum was leaking a lot from his tip as well, his whole shaft throbbing all the harder. As his cock throbbed the creature was squeezed but instead of going further it slid backwards towards the huge balls they came back from. “L-let me help you out with that,” Rocket offered while pushing out another of his own. He extended some tendrils from his symbiote-covered body, using them to stroke at Ratchet’s cock, squeezing behind where the bulge was, getting it to head upwards again. In this state Ratchet’s cock was feeling extra sensitive and this simple act was enough to make the lombax cry out. The symbiote all but surged from his dick, sliding out while Ratchet was cumming afterwards, bathing the emerged creature in layers seed, making it shudder in approval. Rocket and Ratchet continued to pass symbiotes that kept bloating their dicks on their way out, some needing more effort to get out. So they helped each other by stroking, licking or even pumping a tendril down the other’s dick. They were at it for more than an hour, passing one after another, the process leaving them sweating and huffing through their clenched teeth, having cum so many times they lost count. If not for them being so compatible with symbiotes they would have likely lost their minds. Once the final ones from each came out, the pair of muscular shortstacks were left a sweaty, gasping mess while their cocks were still shooting out cum, leaving them to get coated in the stuff along with everything else in the room, the smell being so heavy that they could taste it when simply inhaling. They felt exhausted enough to pass out right then and there but there was still the matter of all these symbiotes that had expanded from their initially packed forms, standing at their full heights, having the figures of Rocket and Ratchet but with slimy bodies and their own unique patterns, all looking at their parents with hungry, lustful erection and large slimy erections dripping colored ooze…