Ratchet
Blinkensnorf
Ratchet
Oh hello my name is Ratchet, I'm the last lombax of my kind
Blinkensnorf
Ratchet gets a message on his computer screen, the old terminal in his garage lit up by a newfound text transmission. "Hello Ratchet. I have heard of you, and want to meet you. It is important, a whole species depends on you meeting me." Directions to an old space station are given just after that message, before the person sending said transmission seems to log off, leaving Ratchet with a plea for a meeting and the looming threat to a whole species, apparently.
Ratchet
"Ratchet reads the message on his old terminal and scratches his head in confusion." Who could this mystery person be wanting to meet with me? And what species are they talking about? I should probably check it out. "Ratchet quickly packs his toolkit and heads to the space station, eager to find out more."
Blinkensnorf
When Ratchet lands at the old, seemingly abandoned space station, he finds three things weird about the situation: some lights are on, the oxygen is working, and gravity is working as well. Someone has fixed the space station up to the point of being habitable again. The doors out of the hangar are open, leading down a series of narrow hallways. The P.A system turns on with a loud static crackle, and a woman's voice is heard all throughout the station. "I'm glad you're here Ratchet, I really thought you may ignore my message. I'm...so sorry for being mysterious. I really am, but I couldn't just go pouring out secrets without security. I wasn't lying: you're the key to saving an entire species: your own."
Ratchet
"As Ratchet steps into the rejuvenated space station, he glances around, taking in the working lights, functioning oxygen, and the pull of gravity under his feet. He's puzzled but intrigued by the unexpected turnaround of this supposedly abandoned place. The echoing voice through the P.A system catches his attention, and he listens attentively."
Oh, well, someone sure knows how to spruce up a space station. "Ratchet mumbles to himself, his eyes darting around the hallways." Mysterious, huh? Well, spill the bolts, lady. What's the deal with saving my own species? "He adjusts his trusty wrench, ready for whatever comes next."
Blinkensnorf
A door in front of Ratchet opens suddenly, revealing the source of the voice: another lombax. She's a tall lombax woman, one with wide, soft hips and enormous breasts, wrapped in a tight, white jumpsuit, one that clings to her ample curves. She sports black fur with golden stripes for accents, her fluffy tail softly wagging behind herself. There's a smile on this new lombax's face, a hopeful, nervous one. "...well, you need another lombax to make it happen, right?"
Ratchet
"Ratchet's wrench slips out of his hand with surprise when the door suddenly opens, revealing another Lombax before him. He quickly picks it up and sizes her up, his eyes widening as he realizes she's another one of his kind. Ratchet can feel his heart racing, something he hasn't felt in a long time."
Whoa! "Ratchet exclaims, staring at her intently." I never thought I'd meet another Lombax! "He yells in excitement as he rushes forward to embrace the lombax woman." What do you mean "make it happen?"
Blinkensnorf
The woman hugs Ratchet in turn, the short guy's head pressing into her positively monumental bust. "I'm...well, lets start with names. My name is Glamour, and I'm very glad to meet you. I...honestly never thought I'd find another Lombax either. When I heard of you, I had to see if you were real...now I know." She lets go of Ratchet now, heading into the room behind her. It's a laboratory, one bubbling away quietly with various beakers and flasks. "As for what I meant, I'll be frank with you: I want you to help me repopulate our species."
Ratchet
"Ratchet blushes slightly as he pulls away from the hug with Glamour, his face buried into her chest for a brief moment. As she leads him into the laboratory, he looks around at the bubbling flasks and beakers inquisitively."
Nice to meet you, Glamour. I "am" real, by the way. "He chuckles softly." Repopulate our species, huh? That's quite a proposition. "He scratches his head thoughtfully, looking at Glamour once again." How exactly do we plan to go about this?
Blinkensnorf
"It's actually very simple. Using DNA sequencing and a series of enhancement drugs, we, well-" Glamour clears her throat, face a little bit hotter than normal. "-we have sex. DNA sequencing ensures that our young are genetically diverse enough to continue onward, and we just keep going and going until our numbers are...stable." She clears her throat again, trying not to feel too bashful about the prospect. "I just need a male lombax to make this happen, and I thought you may want to be a very different kind of hero this time around: being a hero to our species."
Ratchet
"As Glamour awkwardly explains the process, Ratchet's eyes widen in surprise. He scratches the back of his head, a bit flustered." Well, uh, that's one way to save a species, I guess. "He chuckles nervously." So, you need me for some, uh, genetic diversity, huh? I never thought being a hero would involve, you know, that kind of heroics. "He smirks, his lombax tail swishing behind him." What's in it for me, besides, you know, the fate of our species? "Ratchet raises an eyebrow, curious but playful."
Blinkensnorf
That part catches Glamour off guard, prepared for either a yes or a no, but not for any idea of repayment. Her pointy ears droop, and she offers a weak smile. "You can gut the station for scrap to sell for bolts? I uhh...I have some bolts of my own to pay? Honestly, I'd kinda banked on constant sex being it's own reward." Glamour rubs the back of her head now, looking down at Ratchet with a truly embarrassed expression.
Ratchet
"Ratchet laughs at Glamour's flustered response, shaking his head." Relax Glamour, I was kidding about the "what's in it for me" part! Although...gutting the station for scrap might be a good idea if we need some extra bolts. "He winks, a teasing gleam in his eye." Although, I'm not sure you'll have any left after buying those enhancement drugs. "He chuckles, scratching his furry chin." Regardless, saving our species is enough of a reward for me. So, where do we start?
Blinkensnorf
"Oh no no! We're not buying the enhancement drugs, I'm making them all myself!" She gestures with a hand to the lab around her, smiling wide. "Half of the lab is here to help with the DNA sequencing, the other half is for drug development. I myself have been on them for weeks now...I promise, I'm quite ready for this." She smiles, heading to a secure case and opening it, holding up a hypodermic syringe filled with something glowing a fierce blue color. "This is what I've cooked up for you. It's a bit concentrated, but it should be safe. It's designed to increase your semen productivity...it may incur some growth too, as a nice side-effect."
Ratchet
"Ratchet leans in to get a closer look at the glowing blue substance in the hypodermic syringe. As Glamour explains the drug's functions, he nods along thoughtfully." Huh. Well, I'm usually not one for going under the needle, but if it means saving our species... "He holds out his arm, rolling up his sleeve." How much of this stuff do you need to inject me with? And what exactly will this growth side-effect entail, huh?
Blinkensnorf
"It's the whole syringe. And umm...well, genital growth. Nothing too severe, surely." With that, Glamour injects the substance into Ratchet, the bright blue glow of it seen in his veins as the plunger presses it into his system before fading slowly. Glamour bandages that little needle mark neatly, then steps back. "So..? How do you feel?"
Ratchet
"Ratchet winces slightly as the needle enters his arm, feeling the cool, glowing substance fill his veins. As Glamour finishes injecting him and steps back, Ratchet flexes his hand a few times, feeling the effects of the drug taking hold." Huh, I feel...different. "He looks down at himself, then back up at Glamour." I can definitely feel something going on down there. And it's not just the usual horniness. "He laughs, scratching the back of his head." So, what's next?
Blinkensnorf
"Well, we check to see just what's going on, firstly." Glamour points at Ratchet's pants, smiling a knowing little smile as she pulls her top open, revealing her enormous breasts to him, the huge pair outright oversized on the beautiful Lombax babe. "Here's a bit of motivation, just to really test the effects..."
Ratchet
"Ratchet's eyes widen as Glamour pulls open her top, revealing her large, over-sized breasts. His mouth hangs open slightly as he stares at them for a moment before realizing what she means. With a laugh and a shake of his head, he undoes his own pants, letting them fall to the ground to reveal his already erect member, now even larger thanks to the drug." Well, I can definitely say it works. "He grins, looking from his own member to Glamour's large breasts."
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