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Rocketing Around the Galaxy

Part 5

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

Time in space helped them all calm down after the fight that almost hadn't gone their way. Through the whole flight, Glyn kept worrying about whether Rocket would notice that the engines were doing something funny, but either the raccoon didn't care, or it went unnoticed. Either way, he was happy to not be punished for it.

Well, not be punished further. His asshole burned as he joined the bounty hunters in the cockpit, and he groaned as he sat naked in his assigned seat towards the back.

"Nnngh..." he groaned as soon as his rump made contact with the leather chair, shaking his head. Rocket chuckled. "It's not funny."

"Pretty funny."

"Hmmph."

"Come on, lighten up. We're almost to Ridgeback Station."

"Ridgeback Station?" Glyn blinked. "But...that's six jumps out of the way. What the hell are we -"

"We need a vacation," Rocket said, shifting back and forth in his seat as they popped through the last of the jump points. "And we are going to take one."

The timber wolf gritted his teeth. The idea of a 'vacation' was not one that he wanted to entertain right then, particularly with Ventman hopefully following them and waiting to provide back-up. They were supposed to be chasing after the last piece of the weapon, not taking time off at one of the biggest Red-Light resorts in the galaxy. This was going to look bad. Real bad, if Ventman caught up with them here. For the first time, he found himself hoping that his ally was having a hard time tracking them quickly.

At the same time...

Rocket pulled at one of the control rods, and the ship jumped. All three of them grabbed hold of their chairs to avoid being thrown out of them, and Rocket started cursing up a storm.

"Fucking piece of crap, stupid crap arms, stupid crap - fuck you too, you stupid fingers!"

Glyn blinked. Of all the things that he expected to hear Rocket blaming for that, he hadn't expected a barrage of hate for one's anatomy. He cocked his head to the side, glancing at the living tree in another seat, who was busy shaking his head and reaching for something. Rocket, in the meantime, continued to swear.

"And fucking legs. Do your fucking job, or - what the?"

Groot had interrupted the whole thing by holding out some sort of yellow bottle. Rocket glared at it for a moment before snatching it from the tree's root-hand, undoing it and tossing a couple of pills back.

"Thanks a lot, you...nnngh..."

"Someone, uh, want to clue me in?" Glyn asked.

"I am Groot."

"...Someone that speaks more than three words?"

"Ain't nothing important," Rocket muttered, tossing the bottle back. Groot caught it and tucked it away. "Just something I forgot about the last couple times."

"..."

"Look, it ain't nothing you gotta worry about, okay?"

"Um...considering we almost crashed when we're the only things in the sky, I kinda think it's something."

"..." Rocket grumbled, rubbing his muzzle. "Look, you know that stuff I take to get big?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's got...side-effects. One of 'em is that stuff stays a bit bigger after I get big, and the other's...well, some instability. Physical and mental, ya know? I don't think my best when I'm...big."

That...actually explained more than he expected. If Rocket had to deal with his brain going on the fritz when he was larger, that would explain some of the more dickish moments that Glyn had needed to endure of late, and the less-than-clever moments that the raccoon had been demonstrating. He glanced at the pill bottle that was tucked under Groot's chair, and gestured at it wordlessly.

"Makes it better," Rocket muttered. "Groot keeps hold of the meds, makes sure I remember to take it when I forget."

"...And how many times do you forget?"

"Look, I hate someone jamming stuff down my throat. You'd forget, too."

Not sure that I would...

But that pretty much confirmed it. He shifted back and forth in his seat as he looked out the window at Ridgeback Station. One way or another, he felt like they were going to have a rather interesting experience here. He just hoped that it didn't get too interesting.

As Rocket piloted the ship down into the upper levels of the cylindrical station, they changed orientation. They were no longer approaching the station on an even keel, but divebombing towards it. The raccoon evened them out, gritting his teeth as he did so, and they were soon aligned with the long, metallic tube that formed the structure of the station proper. Along the surface, various holograms danced and performed. The place was divided between the different genders of performers, mostly by the stuff that they had swinging between their legs. Or not, considering that there were those that were attracted to two holes rather than one.

For his sake, he had to admit that he had never been flown through holograms of giant dicks and assholes before. Glyn's cheeks burned as he stared out the cockpit window at the various swinging genitals of tops and bottoms, holograms of all kinds of men on display, from the solely human to the half-beasts, down to some that were almost like Rocket.

Almost.

Not quite.

Not that aggressive, and much more...more inviting, he realized. He blushed as Rocket aimed them at the asshole of one particular hologram, the ship slamming through it like some oversized dildo and momentarily blowing the hologram to glowing bits. Rocket laughed, of course; the raccoon obviously found it hilarious.

What kind of vacation is he planning? Glyn wondered.

Once they had landed and the docking fee had been paid, Glyn expected to be left behind on the ship. The way that Rocket had emphasized the word 'we' made it sound like he was just referring to himself and Groot. Instead -

"Hey, put on a thong or something, kid," Rocket said as he approached the gangplank, almost completely back to his smaller size. "You're coming with, and unless you want to get some work, you're gonna need to wear something."

"...I get a choice?" Glyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Course ya get a choice. What, you think I'm that much of a bastard?"

"...Kinda?"

"Well, that was the drugs talking before. And...you've done us some good favors, kid. I owe ya one."

Glyn managed to keep from stumbling in shock, but he was pretty sure that it still showed on his face, considering the way that Rocket grumbled as he turned away. Gratitude? From this little shit?

More likely than he thought, apparently. Groot was already gathering some weapons from the armory while Glyn hustled back to what passed for his quarters, finding the latex thong that Rocket had given him some time back. He slid it on, trying not to blush or gasp as the slippery black material pressed between his cheeks and against his pucker, but it was a close thing. His balls didn't quite fit in the front, spilling out to either side, and his cock was just barely contained within the stretchy black material.

This is going to get really embarrassing, really quickly.

But at the same time, at least it was somewhat covered. That was better than nothing, by far.

He joined Rocket at the gangplank, his cheeks still burning hot, and the raccoon chuckled as he looked up at the timber wolf.

"Hey, why so red?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Kid, I've gotten so drunk here that everyone's seen everything."

"..."

"Ain't gonna happen twice, but it was fun while it lasted, heh." Rocket punched the gangplank open. "Anyway. Welcome to Ridgeback Station, kid. Watch your ass; someone's gonna take it if you don't keep an eye on it."

What Rocket hadn't told him was that the raccoon was going to keep a close eye on that ass, indeed. The three times that someone tried to drag the timber wolf into a side alley, Rocket had been there with a gun warming up just under the other guy's balls, shaking his head and warning them away from 'his booty.' The offending party would rather quickly get the message that their balls would remain in increasing jeopardy the longer that they kept their hands on the canine, and would quickly depart post-haste.

By the time that they reached one of the many bars on-station, he was more than slightly confused. Glyn walked blankly behind the better-dressed raccoon as they approached the bar, avoiding the congregation of mercenaries in the middle of the room, and sat with his ass almost sliding off the stool as Rocket ordered them a pair of drinks. When the bartender turned away, he looked down at the raccoon.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Rocket asked, his eyes all on the drinks.

"You're being...nice."

"Eh, kid. I ain't 'nice.'"

"No, so what the hell is this?"

"Can't I keep a better eye on something that belongs to me?"

"You're not like this. What's changed? Just the..." He looked around. "You know, the other stuff, or..."

"..." Rocket sighed. The raccoon didn't answer until the drinks arrived, and even then, not before taking a long draft of his own. "Look. Kid. I ain't gonna say that you're a perfect little assistant. Sexy little assistant, but ya ain't perfect.

"But...you ain't deserved some of the shit I put ya through." Rocket chuckled. "Though making you walk around in that is pretty funny."

"Thanks, I think."

"Here."

Rocket pushed something blue into his hands, and Glyn had no idea just what it was. Whether it was some cocktail or something hard, whether it was going to knock him on his ass, or whether it was something that he could even safely drink with his species. He didn't know a thing about it.

But he drank it anyways. What the fuck, he figured. After all, if Rocket wanted him dead -

One sip was enough to have him in a coughing fit that felt like it should have put him in the hospital. He slumped against the bar, coughing and hacking, gasping for breath, while Rocket just glugged down his own drink. Glyn coughed, sputtered, coughed, and gagged, feeling like his stomach was trying to find a way of clawing up his throat and evacuating itself from the rest of his body.

It lasted for nearly a full minute, in which time Rocket had completely emptied his own glass. The raccoon looked slightly green around the gills, but he wasn't so broken-down as Glyn was. When the timber wolf could talk again, he pointed at his cup, leaning back as if afraid it might try and leap down his throat.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Heh, no idea. Just something strong."

"You're drinking something without knowing what it is?"

"Best thing to do is keep drinking. Beat your guts into submission."

"I like staying on friendly terms with 'em."

"Trust me, kid. I don't know what this stuff is, but it packs a hell of a punch, and it feels good once you get it down."

"..."

"I'm paying for it. Just...indulge me, huh? I promise, it'll be a better night."

With how strong that one sip had felt, he was pretty sure that it was going to be enough to make it a good night, and one that he'd never remember at the same time. Hell, he knew that there were strong drinks out there, had even indulged in a few, but that was something else. That was something deadly.

But...

Fuck. Rocket's being nice. Might as well see where this goes.

He grabbed the glass, took a deep breath, and then started chugging it. The burn came almost immediately, hitting him hard, but after the second hard swallow, the third came easier, and the fourth easier after that. The taste was somewhere between something sharp and something 'purple' for lack of a better description, and it went down like an anvil dropped off a bridge, hitting his stomach hard enough to make him want to slide right off the chair.

At the same time, he could feel the thing that Rocket mentioned. It did feel...good, though in a place he didn't expect. His cock started rising behind the thong, and he groaned as it started to twitch forward, almost pushing past the nearly-pointless undergarment. His balls churned, his eyes closed tight -

And then he felt a little hand on his thigh, rubbing it lightly, drawing his attention down. He saw Rocket looking up at him with a smirk.

"Private room?"

"...Two more of those, first."

"Heh, three for me."

"Three?!"

"Trust me. I'm gonna do some weird shit tonight, and I ain't gonna want to remember it."

Glyn and Rocket made their way to the backrooms about ten minutes later, the two of them wobbling, more than a little drunk, and highly, highly erect. Glyn's underwear had been left behind on the seat, and Rocket had pulled his own clothes down to the waist, exposing his chest. Hell, the raccoon had allowed himself to be carried, for that matter, and Glyn shivered as he ran his hands along the other male's chest, feeling the strong muscles barely hidden beneath the coat of fur.

He's so small, but so strong...

They stumbled along, leaning against the walls of the back hallway as they went. Glyn knew he was drunk - hell, blasted - but he didn't care in that moment. All that mattered was how good everything else felt, and everything else felt good. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and Rocket...

Mmmph...that raccoon had a bigger dick than he had any right to. So small, so hung. Bigger than his dick was, now.

He lifted the little guy up, holding him supported by both hands. He nuzzled against the bulge in Rocket's pants, and the little guy barely gave his head a token push to stop.

"Heh, can't wait until we're in the back room, huh, pup?" Rocket asked.

"Mmmph...you smell...fucking good..."

And the raccoon did. That musky smell was stronger now. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was something in the booze, but he was sure that his sense of smell was stronger than it had been. A hell of a lot stronger, and a hell of a lot more precise. He moaned as he dragged his nose up and down that bulge, sucking in the smell of raccoon cock and balls, taking in the thick smell that was just begging for his attention.

"Mmmph...ah..."

He even opened his mouth and sucked the tip of that bulge into his mouth. Sure, it was sucking cock through fabric, and he doubted that Rocket was getting much, but the taste...oh, he could almost taste it...

The raccoon and timber wolf stumbled drunkenly into one of the back rooms. Rocket stripped out of his pants, and Glyn all but attacked that cock. He moaned as he leaned back on the bed, holding Rocket up. That little ass would never have fit his cock, but some part of him wanted to experiment, to find out if it would really be impossible to slip his dick into that little guy due to their size difference.

Maybe...

But for now, Rocket's cock.

"Mmmph...mmm...ah..."

"Yeah...yeah, suck it, kid...suck that raccoon dick..."

Glyn was more than happy to do that, bobbing his muzzle up and down the shaft, taking it all the way to the base. Even like this, it was bigger than his cock, a subtle mark of shame that kept his face burning, but not enough to make him stop. Not nearly enough to make him stop. He loved this. Loved the feeling of it pressed into his tongue, leaving that musky, salty flavor behind. It was just...

Just what he needed. Just what he loved. A good, fat cock over big, musky balls. His head swam as he shoved his nose into that fluffy crotch, huffing the sweat and cock smell that clung there, moaning around that shaft as he smelled the old pre-cum and loads that were stuck there. Somehow, it was just...stronger. The booze had to be responsible.

All the while, Rocket moaned, his soft-soled feet pressing against the canine's shoulders, toes curling, digging through Glyn's fur. There was no way that he was going to be letting go anytime soon, but Rocket wasn't chancing it. The raccoon's hips flexed, toes curled tighter for a better grip, and the little guy was soon all but humping his face. Glyn helped, pushing the raccoon's ass, lifting him, pulling him close, helping that cock go as close to the back of his throat as hec could, swallowing all the while.

A shift. They were on the bed, Rocket on all fours, Glyn behind. The raccoon's talented toes had his cock hard as hell, gripping them from the sides while rubbing the wolf's tip against that tight little pucker.

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Yeah, you wanted this trash butt, didn't ya?" Rocket said, his words slurring slightly. "You wanted this ever since you first saw it."

"Mmmph..."

"How's it feel to only get this close, huh? How's it feel to be getting off with my feet?"

"Fucking...hot..."

"You want in, huh? You wanna cum?"

Those dancing toes were pulling him closer and closer to climax, milking him of pre-cum all over that tight little pucker. He could barely breathe with how horned up he was, how needy his cock had become. His eyes rolled back, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he humped forward. Every time, he came so close to sliding past that pucker, almost pushing in -

"Ah ah."

That tail flicked his nose, teasing him, keeping him from taking that step too far. Fuck, he wanted to, though. He wanted to know how it felt to be on top.

But those paws, those feet, working his shaft so well. Soft padded soles, furred toes, so flexible as they clenched and curled around either side of his cock. They were milking him, dragging his pre-cum out, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm.

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Another shift, and he was on his back, this time with Rocket straddling him. They'd never done this, but his cock had become a dildo for the raccoon, it seemed. He'd never imagined Rocket as a power bottom, but the raccoon was doing that just fine. He was grinding back, pushing against that flesh spire, taking it further and further between his cheeks before pulling himself upright again. Never quite inside, but coming so close.

And further down, those toes were working along the timber wolf's balls, teasing them, lifting them and then dropping them. He felt so full, so needy, so eager to blow his load in the raccoon at that point.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Hehehe, come on. You think that's big enough for me?" Rocket asked, turning around, pulling his feet back from Glyn's balls. He leaned forward, his ass on display, his pre-cum slimed asshole pointed back. "You think - hic - you think I'm gonna even feel it if you put that thing in me? Come on. Try it. If ya got the balls."

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, you're just a pathetic little pup, aren't ya? Not gonna try and take it. You're just gonna wait, hoping, begging to cum all over my - hic - feet. This ass? This perfect little ass? Ain't ever gonna be -"

Something snapped in the drunk timber wolf. He wasn't sure what it was, but that swaying ass...that perfect target...

Fucking hell. He wasn't going to let it get away from him. He yanked Rocket back, and just like that, from all the slippery fun that they'd already had...he slipped inside.

Pop.

Squelch.

Both of them froze in shock at what they had just done, and just how far they had taken this. They were supposed to be just playing around, enjoying each other, having fun with the alcohol making it impossible for them to remember what had happened. And now...now he had just...

"Fuuuuuuuuuck."

Except Rocket sounded like...like he was enjoying it. Glyn was aware, ever so slightly, of the squirming, clenching feeling around his cock. Then it got stronger, and stronger. Like everything else, his cock was more sensitive than it had been, and he could feel every last clench down there, every little milking pull of Rocket's inner walls. It was...the raccoon was...enjoying this.

It seemed completely impossible, but here it was. It was happening, and there was no getting around it. Rocket wanted dick, and goddammit, Glyn was going to give it to him. Sliding his hands further up the raccoon's hips, he pulled, sinking every one of his cock's five inches into that tight little pucker, feeling it clenching harder and harder with each additional inch that he slammed in.

Soon, he was bouncing the raccoon on his lap, thrusting in, pulling back, feeling that pucker dragging on him each time. Hell, he thought he might have felt Rocket cumming, spitting seed over the canine's legs...

Shift, Rocket on his back, legs in the air, taking timber wolf dick and enjoying it. In and out, in and out, faster than the last until he was almost breathless from how fast he was moving, how hard he was taking the little bounty hunter.

And through it all, he was moaning like mad for more than just the feeling of that loosening pucker around his cock. Those feet in his face...

He sniffed between the toes, dragged his tongue along the underside of the soles, tasted everything that they had to offer and then some. Lick, lap, lick, lap, cleaning them of sweat, even of bits of dust, and he moaned all the while. He tasted his own pre-cum, and he licked harder, digging into the black pads, sucking off all the mess that he had left behind, and he moaned for more. More. More.

And just as he was about to cum, he saw Rocket grab something from his long-since discarded pants, pulling something from his pockets. As the raccoon jammed that something past his mouth, swallowing hard, Glyn knew that he was going to get some payback, and then some. But as he slammed his cock in one last time, feeling the pulsing, throbbing, squirting feeling that rose up from his balls...

Well, he was pretty sure that it was going to be worth it.

Their positions reversed, him on the bottom, Rocket on the top, and as the big raccoon hammered home, as thick muscles and soft soles pressed down on him, a long foot on his face pinning him to the cum-covered bed, he found that he didn't care. The fact that he'd had that brief moment on top made this all the better, because he wasn't just doing what Rocket wanted. He was getting what he wanted.

In, out, in, out, the rough shaft and hard thrusts pulling on his asshole, stretching out his pucker. The friction heat added to it, making him groan more, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he savored the feeling of being rutted properly. In, out, in, out, each time feeling those monster balls swinging in to tap and slap his own. Rocket growled, half-lost to his own drunken frenzy, and Glyn...

Well, Glyn was perhaps slightly more sober, but no more in control of himself. His cock oozed a steady stream of pre-cum to the bed below, soaking it further, making it all the more obvious that he didn't mind being the bitch as long as he got something from it. His eyes closed to slits as Rocket pressed down harder on his face, curling those long toes and pushing some of them past his lips.

"Mmmph..."

He moaned softly, whimpering, shaking, panting. In, out, in, out as he sucked on those sweaty toes, cleaning them once more, feeling those balls rising up. Oh, Rocket wasn't going to last much longer humping him, fucking him. It would be over in short order, and he curled his toes in anticipation, feeling his own cock throbbing up and slapping against his belly. He was going to soak himself again...

And he looked forward to it.

"Mmmph...mmmph...nnngh..."

This was different. Rocket was more bestial this time, rougher, harder. Each thrust was stronger, and those clawed hands were rougher, too, dragging through his fur, pulling him back as if Rocket had gone full feral this time around. Did he care? No. Did he want more? Fuck yes.

But with that foot on his face, he was pinned. He was little more than a fuzzy breeding post for the other male, something to be used.

Something to be broken.

In, out, in, out, that massive cock going so far that he swore that he felt it in his guts every time that it bottomed out, and he moaned for more. His sore asshole was put to full use, and he half-worried that it would be busted by the end of this. But...

But even if it was, he would want more. He'd need more. In, out, in, out, hotter each time, his only lube the pre-cum already plunged deep in his guts and sometimes pulled back by the sheer force of each thrust, and then -

"RRRRRR!"

Rocket growled and rammed in up to the hilt, holding himself there. The sheer heat of what followed, the flood of seed and more, was just what he had been expecting...and more besides. It felt like Rocket was dumping two or three times as large a load as usual, each splatter making him feel that much more full, more filled, more...more everything. Glyn coughed, gasping as it flooded through his insides, and came with his partner. Splatter, squirt, splatter, throb. His chest heated with the cumshots, and then dripped to the sheets below.

And they still weren't done.

Hours later, they were still at the back of the club, the pair of them slowly coming out of their drunken stupor. Neither of them entirely remembered what the other had done, and neither of them appeared to look too closely at the evidence around the room. Nor at the fact that both of the bed-posts at the foot of the bed had been ridden at some point or another, or that there was a cut-off bit of bed-sheet that had obviously been used for bondage at some point in time, due to the teeth marks through it.

Neither of them were entirely willing to admit how far they had gone while drunk, but for Glyn, at least, it had served as something of a reset button. Much of the bad feeling that he had built up for Rocket had been dismissed in the last...however long they had been here. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, trying to remember where he'd left his thong, only to blush as he finally recalled leaving it in the main room.

"I'm going back to the ship naked, aren't I?" he asked.

"Heh, probably," Rocket admitted.

"...Son of a crap."

"Hey, least I get a good view."

"Yeah? And what are you wearing?"

The enlarged raccoon opened his mouth, only to look down at the suit that he'd worn from the ship to the club. There was no way in hell he was jamming his bigger body into that thing, not even as a small piece of underwear.

"...Son of a crap," Rocket muttered.

"Looks like you're going to be naked, too."

"Tails."

"Oh, good idea."

They both held their tails forward, though Rocket had a bit of an easier time, considering his tail was far fluffier and bigger than Glyn's was. Still, they were able to make their way out of the room while only flashing their asses at people rather than their dicks. That was something, and it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative.

They both hustled on toward the port, boarding Rocket's ship as fast as possible. Groot was already there, the medicine bottle in root-hand, and Rocket took two pills from it again. Seeing the raccoon being forced to be a bit more responsible was funny, but at the same time, surprisingly reassuring. It was like being told that he could actually be safe around them, rather than being in the hands of idiots.

At the same time...

He glanced up at the empty vastness of space. Somewhere out there was the last piece of the puzzle, the last of the weapon chunks. Once they got that, they would be headed to Nidavellir, and when they arrived...

I promised Ventman...

And at the same time, Rocket had gotten some of that trust back. Not enough to make him want to work for free, but...

...I'll give him a chance. One good chance to offer to pay me for the goddamn weapon. If he doesn't, then back to plan B for Backstab. If he does...

Well, then he'd figure something out. A smaller payment for Ventman and the others should keep another backstab from happening, even if it wasn't the same sort of super-bounty that they were expecting. That should work out...

But he had a pretty strong feeling that plan B for Backstab would probably be required. For all that Rocket wasn't entirely an asshole, he knew that they had both gotten drunk for a reason for that. Rocket wasn't good. He was just very good at pretending to be. That was all there was to it.

The End

Summary: Rocket and Glyn arrive at a space station for an apology romp.

Tags: M/M, Rocket Raccoon, Size Difference, Timber Wolf, Raccoon, Growth, Anal, Power Bottom, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Sweat, Cum, Drunk, Many Positions, Sci-Fi, Series, Rule 34, Orgasm,