Rocket's Victory Shower
After getting his revenge on Blackjack treats himself to a special shower.
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Rocket stood all alone in the showers. A deep, blissful sigh came from him as he stood under the industrial grade fur drier. It was pretty loud but it was warm and got all the water out of his pelt faster than drying himself off with a towel ever could. It was a good thing, too. He made sure to make it extra long, a sort of celebration of his victory over Blackjack. Whether he played fair or not, a victory was a victory and he was gonna revel in it.
As the drier when off and his fur was perfectly fluffy, Rocket stepped from underneath the large vent and grabbed his towel. It used for nothing more than covering himself but he didn't even need to for that in this instance. He strolled over to the cabinet in the corner and opened it, revealing the nearly unlimited stack of underwear. He picked up one and closed the cabinet.
Humming a little tune to himself Rocket lowered the garment towards the damp floor and, one paw at a time, he slipped the underwear around his legs. With a slight grunt he pulled them up. Once they were up to proper height, Rocket expanded the band and let it snap against his pelvis. The raccoon grunted but it wasn't in discomfort. Rather it was a grunt of pleasure. The pain that ran up his spine made him shudder. Since he was all alone and there was no risk of being seen by Blackjack, Rocket allowed himself to forgo his own strange version of self pleasure. On the outside-looking-in it would seem that the raccoon was actively punishing himself for no reason.
He stretched the band behind him as far as he could. With a naughty smile on his face, he let go. A deep huff escaped his muzzle as the band cracked against his back, delivering more sharp pain to his backside. He was only just getting started but that didn't stop a tent from forming in the stretchy material. Rocket took a deep breath and gripped the band. With a deep grunt and all his strength, Rocket lifted the underwear high.
"Arghh! C-come on..." He willed. Once the underwear stretched high enough he moved his paws so his grip was only on the back. Pulling harder, the raccoon shivered against the biting pain of his nuts being pressed against the fabric and his body, bringing that pain he couldn't get enough of. With another deep grunt the raccoon managed to do it: with a snap and bolt of pain to his forehead, Rocket gave himself a wedgie. He reveled in the pain, grunting and hissing against the searing in his loins.
The raccoon stood in place, panting heavily as his cock was pressed against his own body. Every little movement he made him wince against the pinching bind his shaft was in. But it felt so good to the raccoon. Breathy moans left his muzzle as his pelvis rocked in the open air. A small wet spot formed on the fabric but Rocket kept humping in place, his breaths turning into a snarl.
"F-fuck!" Rocket bellowed as the pain and his movements forced a climax out of him. He balled his fists and clenched his teeth as he came. Sticky, thick ropes were spurt between the fabric and his own freshly cleaned fur. Looking through his stretched undies, Rocket gave heavy pants and deep moans. With shaky paws, he reached for his head, pulling the underwear off of it. It reeled back and snapped against his back. The sound echoed off the walls and so did Rocket' grunt of bliss. Rather than change his soiled tighty whities, Rocket elected to just keep them on, it gave him an added thrill to know that Blackjack couldn't make fun of him or punish him for indulging in a kink.
Whistling to himself, the raccoon grabbed his towel and headed for his quarters. There was no reason he couldn't get a nap in. After all, Blackjack wasn't going anywhere.