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This story was written for JEM as their Patreon commission for October. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults involving certain marvellous galactic guardians. :3

More Than a Dance

From the very first time she saw him doing it, mere weeks after joining the Guardians upon the Milano, Mantis was fascinated by Rocket's dancing. In fact, she was fascinated not only by Rocket's dancing, but the effects which it had upon the various other members of the crew as well. Every evening Rocket would retire to his room with a few of Quill's musical selections queued up upon his Zune, and if any other members of the crew happened to be down in that part of the ship at the time the newest of the Guardians would find her empathic abilities picking up the most interesting feelings washing off of them.

From Quill there came a whole host of emotions. A little embarrassment whenever he walked past the open door of Rocket's quarters, but also some pride, some admiration of the strange puppy creature's sinuous movements, and perhaps even a twinge of jealousy that he himself did not have the guts to behave quite so shamelessly. From Drax, there was humour. Such humour that made Mantis giggle aloud whenever she felt it. He didn't understand why Rocket did what he did, but he understood that it made him happy, and for all his bluster and literal minded naivety he was glad to see his friend engaging in an activity that made him happy. From Gamora there came curiosity, humour, and a little frustration directed not at Rocket but more at herself for yet another feeling that boiled up whenever she saw the creature dancing as he did. A feeling that Mantis did not seek to question the other woman about, lest she end up in pieces across several decks of the ship for doing so.

Groot, strange as his emotions were to Mantis, didn't really feel any differently about Rocket when he was dancing than he did at any other time. A deep sense of kinship. A warm, familial sense of love. And as for the at times crabby, other times smart and witty little space puppy himself, he felt... well, he felt so many things that Mantis really couldn't process it all at a distance. Thus, each time that Rocket slipped away from whatever the rest of the Guardians were up to and made his way down to his room, Mantis found herself compelled to follow him. To learn more, to feel more of what he felt. She resisted, of course, learning more and more with each passing day amongst her new family that it wasn't polite to simply intrude into the emotional state of others no matter how natural it was for her to do so. Or, at least... she resisted for a while. For weeks more, in fact. Right up until the day when she found herself lying down in her own bunk for a restful moment after a large and satisfying dinner, and suddenly heard music beginning to play from a few doors down.

"If you ever change your mind, about leaving, leaving me behind... oh, oh bring it to me."

She pulled herself upright, pale cheeks flushing slightly as she realised what she was listening to. The beginning of Rocket's nightly performance. Immediately, she knew that she should go. That she should get up now, before she had the chance to see or feel anything too personal, too private. Thus she did. She rose to her feet as the song continued...

"Bring your sweet loving, bring it on home to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

...and oh so quietly stepped out of her room, carefully moving along the corridor between her and the rest of the ship, trying not to look, trying with all her might not to instinctively reach out and sense the emotion of the creature within as she was forced to pass by Rocket's room on her way. She tried to cover her face, to keep herself from looking forcibly as she crept past, hand shielding her eyes to assist herself in resisting the temptation, but it did no good. Her antennae twitched sharply towards the room as she moved past the open door, and as a surge of empathic energy crashed through her senses, the hand covering her eyes had to move to her mouth to hold back a strained gasp at the sensations, the emotions that surged through her in such close proximity in that instant.

She looked at Rocket, his rear end facing her as he danced before the long, full length mirror that stood propped up between his small bed and the closet at one side of his room. She saw his face reflected in the glass, though his eyes were currently shut as his mouth moved along with the rest of his body. He wasn't singing aloud but rather lip-syncing along with the words of the song ringing out from the speaker setup which Quill had apparently installed for him prior to Mantis' arrival on the ship. And as he mouthed along with the evocative earth music, there was such a look of peace upon his face, such an expression of satisfaction. And those were the emotions that had struck Mantis so intensely as she walked past him. Emotions that had hit her hard and unexpectedly not because they were volatile or strained, far from it, but because of how pure and freely they flowed from him in that moment.

Mantis had been given plenty of opportunities to read Rocket since they had met, and she was used to feeling frustration from him. Anger. Self doubt. A general sense of restlessness. In short, not this. Indeed the very opposite of this. That was why the feelings hit her so hard, so unexpectedly. And that was why, as she broke free from that first moment of overwhelmed empathy, she lingered. Despite her promise to herself not to read others' emotions deliberately and without permission, she remained there in the doorway of Rocket's room and reached out with more focus and intent using her empathic powers. And as she explored the dancing male's mind, and watched his body dance around in that tight green suit which she had never seen him wear before, Mantis felt something else alongside the mirrored calm and satisfaction rushing through Rocket in that moment. She felt... desire. Not his, though there was an element of desire to his motions, but her own. She watched his tufty, ringed tail twitch from side to side, up and down, and she watched the tight frame of his ass within the brightly coloured speedo-like garment that rested below his bottle green tunic as it wiggled and gyrated with the music, and she felt an ache from between her own legs.

Over the still playing music, a voice rang out, shocking Mantis out of her mindless, focused staring.

"Oh, hey, Mantis! You need something?"

Her eyes widened as she heard Rocket's voice, and she blinked sharply before realising that now, all of a sudden, his eyes were open. He was looking at himself in the mirrored surface before him, and in doing so he was looking over his own shoulder to where she was standing, gawping at him in its reflection. Before she could speak, Rocket span a hundred and eighty degrees upon one foot, shifting from paw to paw as he turned to face her while continuing to dance. His arms waved from side to side in front of him in a rhythmic gesture, and his toothy maw twisted into a smile as he continued to gyrate his hips, almost as though putting on a show for Mantis' benefit.

Clutching at her antennae in embarrassment, forcing herself not to read anything more of his emotional state for fear that she would sense rage, humiliation and disappointment boiling beneath his pleasant and still uncharacteristically casual exterior, Mantis shook her head with a wordless squeak of her own embarrassment. Rocket smiled, shrugged, and looked away from her without another thought. He peered back over his shoulder, twitching his tail higher up and murmuring under his breath as he watched his own ass jiggle and quiver for his own entertainment in the mirror. Then he turned once again, and after a few seconds looked back over his shoulder once more as he continued to dance.

Mantis was gone from the doorway, leaving Rocket alone to his intimate, self-gratifying performance once more. He shrugged again, chuckled to himself as he mused how fun it might have been if she had stuck around some more, and continued to dance the night away.

Back in her room, closing and sealing the door, Mantis began to peel off her own green tinted outfit as her mind was flooded with intense emotions that were all her own alongside an almost singular thought. An image that had been replaying in her head for over a minute now, and continued to do so more and more urgently with every passing second. She pulled her own tunic style top up and over her twitching antennae, tumbling down onto her bed with a soft gasp as she reached for the smooth, pale skin of her bare chest. Her breathing, already somewhat ragged as over and over again she saw the moment in which Rocket wiggled his ass at himself in the mirror with such joyous satisfaction, grew faster and ever more shallow as she groped at her own breasts, trembling fingertips fighting to squeeze and caress her already swollen, firm nipples. She lifted her legs and slipped her tight leather garments down their length, soon casting them aside and leaving her body clad only in the leather wraps that encircled her arms from bicep to the base of her palms.

"Rocket..."

She moaned his name under her breath, not having felt an urge to pleasure herself this strong since she read Gamora's emotions just after the other Guardian had apparently walked in on Quill stimulating his own body in the shower. Now, though she knew it had been the right thing to do at the time, Mantis wished that she had let her empathic senses take a more detailed reading of Rocket as he had danced and teased himself. She wished she could know for sure how he had been feeling in that moment beyond that rush of calm contentment that had accompanied her first sight of him. She wished she could have known about the outfit he was wearing, so different from his normal and more practically designed jumpsuit. So intensely revealing in areas that seemed to have no practical purpose for defence or movement, perfect for showing off exactly what he had been showing off, not to her, not for her benefit, but for himself to seemingly enjoy and indulge.

A deeper, more ragged moan escaped her lips, Mantis' eyes widening and her antennae twitching wildly as she began to touch herself alongside all these fevered thoughts. Distantly through the Milano's bulkheads she could still hear music playing, the song having changed to something a little more upbeat and high tempo. She whimpered softly, imagining Rocket's ass jiggling to that new beat, imaging that tight green leather speedo swaying back and forth, thrusting and showing off the male's crotch with every motion he made. The pace of her fingers against her body quickened. She arched her back, toes curling down against the bedding below and the green leather covering her arms creating warmth and friction as it rubbed up and down her smooth stomach as well as the neatly kept curves of her crotch. That heat, that intensity grew as her fingers were began to disappear and re-emerge faster still, a glistening dampness and a quiet but building sound of that wetness growing with every motion those digits made.

Her eyes rolled back, and her antennae twitched sharply once again as her own emotional state began to feed back upon her in its intensity, pushing her desires to an even more unbearably intense level than they already felt as they washed over and through her body. She pictured Rocket dancing more and more passionately as her own frenzied excitement built. She saw his tail wiggling and his ass bouncing in the mirror, but as the furred figure turned around before her she cried out as her imagination conjured up a new element to the scene, a large bulge straining at the front of his already oh so tightly fitted leather.

Did it actually make him feel this way, she wondered as her head span with overwhelmed longing and pleasure. Did dancing for himself do more than just satisfy and delight him? Did it excite him in the way that merely seeing him do so had done to her? Her mind was too overwhelmed in that moment to reach out through the bulkhead separating their rooms and try to find, but she swore to herself in that moment that she would find out for sure one way or another. She had to know. She had to feel what he was feeling in those moments, not just for her own curiosity's satisfaction, but so if she did this again in the future... or, if she was honest, when she pleasured herself to these thoughts once more in days or weeks to come, she wouldn't only have her own emotional memories to draw upon to enhance her pleasure. If she was right, and if she could find the chance to explore those feelings within Rocket's mind, she would be able to draw upon his feelings of lust and excitement for his own body, too.

For now though, she didn't need his emotions to help drive her over the edge. Her own, on this occasion, were more than enough to get the job done.

"R-Rocket! O-ohhhh yes!"

She whimpered his name in a desperate, breathless gasp as her whole body stiffened, her back arched and her fingers buried inside her nether regions found themselves trapped by the sudden, intense clutching of her body's inner muscles. Mantis writhed upon the bed as her chest heaved and her antennae flailed, toes curled tightly, clenching uncontrollably as potent pleasure surged through her. It felt incredible, but even then in the midst of the orgasm itself, she knew that there was still so much more to be felt. So much more to understand about what Rocket was doing and why, which would make her next solitary exploration all the more incredible. She knew it was naughty, knew it was bad of her to be using her abilities in this way, for such a private, selfish purpose as her own self-pleasure. But in that moment, and even in the wake of it as she panted and giggled and just lay there on the bed, her damp hand resting upon her still heaving bare chest, Mantis told herself that didn't matter.

She had no good reason for making that judgement. No way to make herself feel better about it, or somehow justify it. She just... knew that it didn't matter. Her desire, her need to know more about Rocket's actions and his urges, to explore what had transformed that angry, frustrated grouch of a puppy into such a pleasant, relaxed, almost suavely chilled out creature outweighed her morality, and as only a creature so in tune with her own feelings could, she made peace with that fact. Just as she hoped that soon Rocket would be able to make peace with it, too.

*********

The following night, as Rocket slipped away from the group and padded down towards his bunk room, he heard footsteps following him. He turned, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity and slight frustration, ready to tell Groot that he needed some alone time, but a smile spread across his muzzle as he saw not the lumbering tree, but Mantis instead. He nodded in acknowledgement of her presence, but turned back and kept on walking without any actual communication beyond that. They walked most of the length of the ship in silence, and it was only when they were in the corridor and moving swiftly towards Rocket's room that from behind him the female empath's soft, curious voice rang out.

"Y-you are... going to dance again?"

Rocket stopped, turned, and nodded up at the woman standing just a few paces behind him now.

"Yup, that's the plan."

He paused for a moment, then another, and another waiting for Mantis to follow up with another question or comment. When she didn't, he began to turn away once again, and only then did the female blurt out her next comment in a hurried, obviously nervous gasp.

"Can I watch you?"

Rocket smiled, a slight redness rising beneath his cheeks. It would have been no other secret to the other Guardians, disinterested as they were, that he actually rather enjoyed an audience when he got all dressed up for his nightly dancing. But Mantis... until last night he hadn't been sure how much she even knew about his nightly activities. How much the others might have told her, and to what degree they had gone into detail about their understanding of things even if they had. She was curious though. She was eager. And that fact alone was reason enough for the blush and the smile upon Rocket's face to grow deeper and wider as he considered the question.

"Sure."

He murmured a few seconds later, looking up and down the blushing, trembling, undeniably eager woman's body as she tensed, gasped once again and began to bounce up and down upon her long, slender legs in glee. Before she could get too carried away though, Rocket cleared his throat and spoke up again.

"You can watch. And... you can even use your powers to feel along with everything I'm feeling, if you want..."

Rocket was no idiot. Far from it. He knew what Mantis had seen the night before, and he knew that she really was trying hard not to get into their heads without permission. Thus, if she wanted to learn more, it was highly unlikely she'd want to learn it through sight alone.

"But in return, you've got to agree to do a couple of things for me."

Both of them shuddered slightly in excitement at that suggestion, and when Mantis didn't immediately reject the idea, Rocket continued on.

"Before I dance, I need to get dressed for it. If you want to watch, you'll have to help me get dressed up for the performance. And after I'm done dancing... well, that kind of exertion can be pretty draining. It can even leave me a little sore. I wouldn't say no to a massage, if that's something you think you'd be willing to help me out with."

As he made those suggestions, Rocket wondered just how much Mantis could glean from her empathic scans. To what degree she could sense specific intent behind various emotions, if at all. He wondered if she could sense his feelings right now, and if, as a result of that knowledge, she could figure out what he hoped would transpire if she agreed. It wasn't a certainty by any means, and he sure as hell wasn't going to make their newest team member do anything that she didn't want to do. But, as he stood there filled with all sorts of anticipation, Rocket couldn't help but count on the fact that Mantis would sense that feeling of glee and hope at her presence, and recognise it for what it was. More than a desire for her to reach out and touch his mind, but also a desire for her to enjoy his body, too.

To enjoy it in the same way he enjoyed it himself, night after night after night.

Without another word Rocket slipped into his room, and smiled as Mantis followed, closing the door behind her and sealing them inside together. He watched as she walked to the bed and very purposefully sat herself down upon its edge, facing between him and the mirror beside which she had seen him dancing the night before. Already he could see the desire, the eager hopefulness in her eyes, and the furred male didn't intend to let her down. Without any further hesitation or an attempt at any form of ceremony to proceedings, he began to unfasten the straps of his jumpsuit and slip out of it, rendering himself naked before her gaze. He didn't hide himself, but nor did he linger as he tossed his clothing aside and moved to the closet, reaching into its interior past far more dull and uninteresting piece of attire to the one that he ensured was always well maintained and spotlessly clean.

Mantis giggled softly as she watched the naked male re-appear after spending a few seconds watching his tail sway back and forth above the cutest bare, grey furred rear end. Already she was learning things about Rocket by reading his emotions, feeling a certain pride as he turned back and saw her obviously approving gaze, but also some less positive emotion buried beneath it; a frustration, almost a degree of disgust with his genetically altered form. Muted as that belief was though, either a fading opinion he no longer held nearly as strongly or one simply temporarily quashed by the situation, she couldn't go without addressing it, and just how untrue it was.

"E-even without the outfit..."

She nodded towards the green leather garments now clutched in Rocket's hands.

"...you really are cute."

A soft, warning growl escaped the raccoon out of pure instinct at hearing that word. At the same time though, even as the growl was cut short and Rocket cleared his throat as though trying to explain it away, Mantis was glad to feel that Rocket understood the sincerity behind her words, the genuine place of affection and approval from which that compliment came. She saw his cheeks redden, and giggled as she raised her hands, beckoning him forward.

There was no psychic empathic sense needed to sense the tension, the excitement that built between them as Rocket handed over his clothes and stood naked, every last hair upon his body visible to Mantis' gaze, before the woman who had agreed to dress him. And dress him she did, choosing first to slide the tunic over his head and arms, smoothing it down so that it lay flat and handsomely against his torso in a similar shade of rich bottle green to her own attire. She slipped off the bed and to her knees, still at eye level with the smaller male when she did so but at least now able to reach down and offer him a place at which to step into his speedo-like lower garment. Her hands shook a little as she watched her fingers draw it up his legs, the tightly fitted leather requiring a little tugging once it got to his thighs, and even more contact as it slid snugly into place around his hips and below the base of his tail.

As her hands ran around the edge of his lower garment checking it was lying comfortably, she couldn't help but let her palms brush against the firm, lean cheeks of the male's rear, or indeed to caress with her fingertips the slight bulge of his crotch, what she had seen with her own eyes moments ago now hidden, yet somehow even more erotic in that state. She felt a surge of desire within the male in that moment, and had to fight not to mirror it, not to let it show upon her face just how intensely she wished to empathise with that feeling of arousal and lust. Compromising with herself as she pulled her hands away from Rocket's body, she addressed him with a bashful murmur.

"There. N-now you're... you're much more than cute."

Rocket grinned, and though Mantis could see through the front of bravado he was trying to put on for her, she revelled in his genuine glee and excitement as he struck a seductive pose before her and reached for the music player's controls already connected up to his room's independent speaker system.

"Mantis... you haven't seen anything yet."

The music began, a different song from the one to which he had been dancing the night before but one that was every bit as romantic and tender, and immediately Rocket started to dance. He began with a gentle swaying, closing his eyes as the music built in volume and emotion, before getting more into it and letting his motions become more exaggerated and free. It wasn't long before he span upon the spot and wiggled his ass towards the mirror, eyes fluttering open to regard his own rump while a wave of pride, bordering on arrogance surged into Mantis' mind in a way that made her blush and swell with empathic pride of her own. Right now, even though there was someone else present, Rocket was all the entertainment he needed. God, he was hot. And he fucking knew it, too.

Soon enough though his head turned sharply towards the flushed and trembling form of Mantis, and his body swung to follow it, wiggling his ass at her now, holding his tail up high as he danced and jiggled to the music streaming through the room, watching her gaze, watching her reaction hungrily, giddily as she flushed and bit down on her bottom lip. The more he watched her, the more he watched her watching him, the more worked up and gleefully excited Rocket was becoming about this whole enterprise. And in turn, the more excited he became, the more animated and equally eager Mantis became.

"S-show me..."

Mantis whimpered as a burst of fulfilled longing escaped from Rocket, the male wishing that he had more people to dance for like this, to show himself off to, and who would openly, unabashedly appreciate his efforts to do so. People who might not just enjoy his dancing, but enjoy it in much the same deeply intimate, private manner that he enjoyed it. Again the female moaned to him pleadingly, feeling her own hands trembling in her lap as she felt the male responding to her request, suddenly overcome by the desire to reach into her clothes and touch herself. To show Rocket just how intimate she wished to be with him, just like he wanted to do in response to her plea.

"Don't hold back, Rocket. Show me e-everything you want me to see. Everything you know I want to see."

He turned away from her once more and began to shake his ass, to really work it in front of her flushed face, even going so far as to reach around behind himself and slap the green leather clad cheeks of his rear. Mantis could feel his attraction to her now, she could feel his desire to excite and arouse her, and his own arousal rising not just due to his own actions, but because of her presence. Because of her.

Blushing, shivering in delight as she was overwhelmed by the mixture of her own feelings and the mirror of Rocket's own emotions surging through her, Mantis took advantage of the male's gaze being averted from her. She reached down and pulled at the base of her own green attire, tugging it up and over her head just as she had the night before and rendering her chest, her entire torso bare, only her tight leather pants and her arm sleeves remaining. She reached for her breasts with both hands, letting loose a rather loud, unabashed moan before trying to stifle it with one hand even as the other continued to fondle her right breast and its firm, sensitive nipple. There was no concealing or hiding that sound though, and thus it was just a matter of moments before Rocket's head turned joyously, eager to see what in particular had prompted such a reaction.

He saw. His eyes widened sharply as he regarded the suddenly half naked, antennae-waving woman behind him, and he stumbled forward, knees weakening, tail twitching his already raised, presented posterior off balance and very nearly driving Rocket to fall over entirely at the mere sight of Mantis' breasts.

Mantis giggled, but smiled as Rocket swiftly recovered and moved closer still to her. He scrambled up onto the bed, beaming as Mantis pulled her legs up onto it and shuffled over towards its centre, and began to dance around the now half nude woman. He faced her part of the time now, unabashedly admiring her breasts and her smooth, milky skin. Even when he did turn away though, forcing himself not to stare and trying not to become too visibly worked up himself quite yet, his teasing only intensified. He began to brush his tail across Mantis' skin, drawing more moans and giggles forth from her, until finally he could feel his tail caressing the modest yet perfectly formed mounds upon her chest. Stroking, caressing her nipples in a way that while oh so delicate must have been immensely erotic to the woman to whom those nipples belonged judging by the still increasing volume and frequency of her gasps, moans and other oh so agreeable sounds.

Finally, after more than another three or four minutes of this teasing, tempting dance, Rocket felt it, and Mantis felt his whole mind erupt with delight as she reached out helplessly and uncontrollably squeezed one cheek of his adorable, tight, leather clad ass. He stopped dancing, and turned towards her with a devilish grin upon his face.

"The dance isn't over yet. You want to start the massage already, Mantis?"

Her hand left his ass, but continued to caress the green leather covering his body. Stroking down his chest, Mantis murmuring tenderly as she did so.

"I cannot help myself. You... you look so handsome, dressed up and dancing like that. So roguish. You look like... y-you feel like a real hero."

That word. It evoked such a powerful reaction from Rocket, it almost left Mantis reeling. His relationship to that word was so complicated. Such a mixture of love and hate. And yet, hearing her say it... hearing her reference it in this context, in this situation, it seemed like it was everything that Rocket had wanted to hear from her. So, she continued. Not faking, not exaggerating. She wouldn't dare manipulate someone's emotions like that to lie to them. She said it because Rocket wanted, perhaps even needed to hear it. And because she wanted to be the one to tell him it.

"Dressed like that... y-you look like a hero. My hero. And... when you dance... when you dance so confidently, so contentedly... y-you feel like a hero. Like nothing in the world can stop you."

Mantis was so swept up in Rocket's own emotions by that point, she couldn't tell where his ended and hers began. That didn't matter though, because right now it wasn't about the two of them individually. Right now, both in her mind and right there in that room, they were together.

"You're a hero, Rocket. A-and... a hero deserves a hero's reward. More... much more than just a massage."

She leaned forward, closer and closer to the male's muzzle, and gently kissed him upon the nose. Then, even as she felt embarrassment, excitement, overwhelming hope surge through Rocket's heart and mind, she was falling back. Lying down upon the bed, lifting her legs and sliding down her own green garments just as she had alone the night before, ready to bury her fingers inside herself and imagine that it was Rocket there with her.

Only today, she didn't have to imagine. All she had to do after kicking off the last of her restrictive clothes was spread her legs and look between them, finally allowing herself to stare not just at the male's ass, but at his crotch too. His strained, bulging, obviously aroused crotch.

She smiled at the staring, wide eyed, furred figure before her, and raised her legs. She hooked the toes of both feet around the waistline of his speedo-like green leather garment, and began to tease it down. To free the straining arousal lying beneath, and for the first time in many weeks break Rocket's cycle of seductive dancing followed by frenzied, self-indulgent masturbation. Mantis moaned as the male fell down atop her body, his warm, fuzzy face burying itself between her breasts and planting soft kisses all over and around them as his manhood sought out her depths. She reached around him, and giggled gleefully as she felt his lower garment still mostly in place, still clinging to the cheeks of his rear even as the front was tucked out of the way.

"O-oh... Rocket..."

Mantis whimpered happily as he slipped into her, feeling his body, his cock twitch within her warm, damp depths and feeling his mind reel with hunger and absolute elation. He knew she wasn't with him as a curiosity. She wasn't with him as a joke or a dare. She wasn't attracted to him because he was different, or because he was a freak of the type that she was into. Rocket knew that for whatever reason, Mantis truly desired him for exactly who and what he was to her in that moment.

A hero.

Her hero.

"Fuck me, Rocket."

The newest guardian begged the male lying astride her, within her, already gleefully aware that he had every intention of doing so, and not stopping until they were mutually exhausted in their satisfaction. She squeezed his ass. She stroked the base of his cute, sexy tail, and begged one last time even as he began to thrust against her larger, furless form.

"No more teasing. N-no more dancing. Fuck me!"

By Jeeves

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