How Rocket Recuperates

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With another successful bounty under his belt and the reward collected, Rocket goes to a bar to unwind and take the mission's lingering stress away.

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Rocket was winding down after another mission, choosing a strip club of all places for some relaxation. After paying the entrance fee, the raccoon stepped right inside. He had a few reasons for choosing a strip club as his first destination after landing. The biggest was the advertised discount on drinks and the second was him simply thinking with his dick. His latest bounty hunting mission was a lengthy and risky one that required his full focus the whole way through. It paid off through a large sum of currency, but now the furry creature was rather pent up. In this state, the allure of watching a provocative show couldn't be ignored.

The many voices of various creatures from this and other planets kept his ears flicking as he walked by. Some whistling caught his attention, getting him to look over a group that were gathered around a stage, watching a creature entertain him. His maleness was made clear given that he was nude, his junk swaying as he gyrated his hips towards the onlookers. Rocket did stop to take a look, feeling a little something from the alien's backside sticking out. But he wasn't the raccoon's type, prompting him to keep walking until he reached the bar.

While walking through more of the club Rocket quickly realized that the place was full of males. Be they patrons or employees of some kind, everyone within the club's walls were males. He could see in their body shapes and it was most telling in the tenting of their pants and shorts. Some of the more fortunate races that wore shorts showed off a good portion of their erections, having them visibly stick out and even leak against their leg.

At his height, Rocket had to keep himself aware of his surroundings, lest he bump into one of them. He wasn't in the mood for any of that, at least not until he had his drink. Passing by so many guys got Rocket's nose reacting, picking up the smells of arousal, sweat, and musk. Of course there were other smells that suggested there was more than stripteasing going on around here. When he finally found the bar at the back end of the club, he was sporting an obvious erection in his jumpsuit. Oddly it made him fit in with the others, it seemed anyone not ready to burst out of their pants were the odd ones out.

The bartender was some kind of avian, asking him what he would like. Rocket was quick to answer with the strongest stuff they had. The bartender did look surprised but smiled and nodded, excusing himself to get something from behind the bar. He disappeared behind a door and Rocket was left to turn around.

Another series of whistles and cat-calls accompanied the arrival of another dancer. The music changed, some slower paced song that Rocket wasn't familiar with. He too watched as the new dancer stepped out and across the small runway, approaching the pole that the previous performer had been holding on to. The eye of the crowd was something like a canine. He was certainly dog-like, having a coat of various brown hues, floppy ears, and a muzzle that stuck out. But the stand out thing was the four eyes that rested above that muzzle, being two more than what Rocket was expecting. Other than that, he could admire this guy's form. This guy had some muscle on him and had much more to show off than just his ass.

The pole wasn't immediately grasped; the canine gave the crowd a show by flexing his arms. He was shirtless but still wore a tight fitting speedo that left nothing to the imagination. His package bounced with weight as the canine posed in various ways, earning more praise and currency from those that were tossing it at the stage.

Rocket watched until he heard the clink of a glass being placed on the table. He turned around to see a dark liquid stabilizing in the glass. He threw back to the drink, chugging it right down to the head. It was surprisingly sweet in taste but the buzz did strike him right away. Just what he needed. It only took a few moments for the lingering stress of that mission to ebb away, leaving him in a more agreeable state. The wide-eyed bartender took the empty glass back, watching as the raccoon turned around to resume watching the dancer.

He just in time to see the hound gyrating his hips while running his hands over his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze and jiggle. Those hands then ran down over his abs, finally taking hold of his speedo. The black garment looked ready to fly off, straining to hold the obviously thick and lengthy cock that was underneath. A few seconds of teasing was given before it was removed. It wasn't taken off but ripped free with the canine's claws and tossed into the crowd. They went into a frenzy to catch it and Rocket actually felt jealous of them. Even though he was further away, the raccoon could see that the dancer's pelt was a bit damp with sweat. The idea of receiving his musky speedo did make his own cock throb hard in his suit.

Not only was his knotted cock large but a pair of hefty balls swung underneath, especially when the canine finally took hold of the pole, obscenely grinding and humping against it. His cock pressed to the pole rubbing against the smooth metal before he eased back a bit, leaving a noticeable string of precum between the surface and his cock's tip.

"Enjoying the show, sir?" the avian asked.

"Fuck, yeah I am..." Rocket responded, not even turning around to do so.

"I'm not one to pry but if you afford what's "off menu," then you can certainly afford a private room."

Rocket turned around with an intrigued look on his face. The bartender chuckled and leaned in. He told the raccoon to head down a hall and past the restrooms. He would need to go to the last door and tell them that Monroe sent them. Someone will ask for payment that Rocket will need to slip under the door.

As soon as the instructions were given, Rocket departed for what looked like the restrooms but he casually strolled past them and all the way down the hall until he came to the door that was described to him. Wasting no time, Rocket firmly knocked out.

"Who is it?" someone asked from the other side.

"Someone with cash," Rocket shot back, his voice dripping with smugness.

"I think you might be lost-"

"I think I forgot to mention that Monroe sent me," Rocket cut in. There some silence for nearly a minute until a number was said. Now it was Rocket's turn to be silent, being confused by what the number meant. But then it clicked that it was their state price for his entry. He counted out of the currency and slid it under the door. It was felt being snatched up and counted before the door finally opened.

Rocket didn't know what to expect but his first guess certainly wasn't what appeared to be an entirely different club. It was dimly lit with music playing like the main area but this room had various couches where he could see males paired up. He could only assume the ones being used were dancers while the ones pounding their asses were paying customers.

Rocket stepped inside and was offered a choice. His money already paid for the night and he could have as much fun as he wanted. A bulky alien gave him a tablet that had the faces and stats of various performers that he could choose from. Given that the room was already filled with the moans and grunts of other males already having their fun, Rocket wasn't in the right mind to think too deeply. He swiped through males until he found one that really stuck out. He chose that one without a second thought and the alien nodded, leading the raccoon past the other patrons and performers until he offered to sit down on an empty couch.

"He will be here shortly," the alien assured before approaching.

The wait wasn't long; Rocket saw the one he picked approaching. He wasn't paying all that much attention when making the choice but when seeing the other male in person he was thanking himself from a few seconds ago. Strolling up to him was a tall and beefy looking feline, wearing hues of blue on his pelt. He was clad in another one of those tight fitting speedos but the leather collar around his neck really struck a chord within the raccoon.

"Sorry if I kept you waiting," the feline said, having a smooth and inviting tone of voice.

"Why don't you get over here and make it up to me?" the raccoon offered.

"Anything you want..." the feline offered. As he came closer Rocket noticed that he was a puma. He looked pretty normal too aside from the blue fur. Two eyes, two arms, legs... Having another mammal that had similar features to him added to the sexiness in Rocket's eyes. His cock was throbbing hard for some mammal on mammal action. Not wanting to keep himself waiting, the bounty hunter unzipped his jumpsuit, revealing the fact that he was nude underneath.

The puma made a sound when the much smaller male revealed himself. He looked surprised but intrigued. That was because Rocket was packing down there. Relative to the rest of his size, it was a monster of both length and thickness. The puma's eyes were trained on it and he licked his lips, showing clear signs of desire.

"Got a name?" Rocket inquired.

"Rumble," the feline responded, still keeping his eyes on the other male's cock.

"Well, Rumble. You and I are about to get acquainted. Now get on your knees."

Submitting to the customer's wishes, Rumble got down in front of the raccoon, resting his body in between Rocket's spread legs. He reached out to grip the hot meat, feeling it throb from his touch. A firm squeeze was given before he began to gently pump it up and down.

"That's it..." Rocket said, already groaning from the pleasure. The buzz from that drink made it even better. His whole body was tingling and every stroke sent waves through the rest of him. He sat back and let the bigger male service him through light stokes and squeezes that were already getting his balls to churn.

The blue-furred feline continued the simple strokes that reached from tip to base, tugging along the raccoon's foreskin. Another purr came as he felt the hard flesh pulsing even harder against his touch. When returning to the tip he could feel the wetness of the precum that had begun to dribble out. He collected the warm stuff and used it to give the customer even more pleasure, his ears flicking in response to the moan that slipped out.

The entire time, Rumble had been easing his muzzle closer and closer to the shaft. It wasn't just to get a better look at his work. At a certain point he was able to easily fill his nose with the bounty hunter's musk. Rocket's natural scent was appealing to say the least and upon the first sniff Rumble couldn't resist the urge to push his muzzle directly against the furry balls, nuzzling them a bit while taking direct whiffs of the smell that wafted from them.

"S-sorry..." Rumble mumbled, realizing that he asked out of line.

"You better keep your muzzle there..." Rocket commanded. The handjob already felt good enough but the addition of having his balls rubbed by the feline's soft facial fur took it another level. He wanted the puma to keep it up and made it quite clear. The performer nodded and continued to rub his face against the orbs while still stroking up and down the raccoon's inches.

Rumble moaned and shuddered from the odor that continued to fill his lungs. He could feel that rise of desire again. There was just something about the raccoon that turned him on so much, causing him to act without being told. While still nuzzling the sack, his tongue made a sudden sweep over them. The slightly rough texture combed through the brown fur, getting a taste for the sweat and musk that clung there. It was so good that he made another lick right away, tracing over one orb before moving onto the next, all while still pumping his hand up and down. The moans of his client were getting louder, along with some deep breaths and grunts.

"Put it in your mouth!" Rocket told him.

Rumble responded immediately, bringing the cock's tip down to his lips. He planted some soft kisses on it, getting his lips smeared with precum that he licked off. The same licks as before were now given, sweeping over the leaky end over and over until it was slathered in his own saliva. Right after, Rumble properly took the rock hard meat into his mouth, sinking just about halfway down the length. He kept it there, making small sounds as he began to suckle and lick. The light taste of sweat was collected on his tongue and the flavor caused him to continue purring.

Rocket gripped the cushions of the couch, tilting his head back from the sudden feelings. The softness and warmth of the bigger male's muzzle. It caressed his girth, keeping the soft lips pressed while the sucking continued. Another small push forwards got another big reaction out of him.

"Uuurggh... Fuck..!" Rocket couldn't help but raise his voice, his body shaking a bit from the strong tingles that raced through him. He had caused quite a scene but everyone else was still focused on their own affairs, letting out loud moans of their own.

Rocket's hands were both on Rumble, pressing down on his head. The puma did let out noise but allowed his head to sink all the way down. All of the lengthy shaft was stuffed inside, the latter half could already be felt pulsing in his throat and having his nose buried in the raccoon's crotch treated him to a major source of the raccoon's musk. As quickly and deeply as he could, Rumble huffed on the earthy scent, shivering as it consumed his senses. His mind was getting hazed with more arousal and he could feel his mouth watering even more than before.

They were on the same wavelength: as Rocket wanted to feel more sucks, Rumble was already easing his head back before pushing down again. He did this over and over until he was smoothly bobbing his head along the flavorful shaft, keeping his lips pressed to the wet surfaces. While moving his head Rumble was also working his tongue, twisting and sweeping it along the sides and against the bottom, giving plenty of attention wherever he could.

"Oh yeah..." Rocket groaned, letting his tongue hang out as he began to buck his lips against the muzzle's movements. He pumped his cock in even deeper and with more force that got a few gags out of the puma. But the feline kept the sucks and touches of his tongue, keeping the shaft pulsing and the precum flowing from the tip. Rumble swallowed it all down, enjoying the taste and warmth that ran down into his stomach. Even more than that, the puma couldn't get enough of the feeling; his throat was being used and stuffed with so much cock. He would push all the down by a firm thrust from the raccoon to make sure that it reached even deeper and with even more force.

"Suck it all down!" Rocket growled, getting lost in the pleasure. He rocked his lower half, keeping his cock lodged in deep. His balls were swinging and smacking against the muscular male's chin with every lurch forwards. Even better than the sucking was the firm squeezes that Rumble's lower throat gave him, milking out even more spurts of precum. With the deepening of his voice, Rocket felt the approach of his climax. It was getting closer with every hump and suck, being felt in the stronger throbs of his shaft...

There was a sudden push of Rocket's hands that forced Rumble off. The puma blinked in surprise, his mouth was still open and a string of precum was running down his wet lips. He looked at the raccoon that was still sitting on the couch. His cock stood rock hard, pulsing hard and still leaking pent up fluids. With a grunt, the smaller male stood up and approached the bigger male that remained kneeling. With him standing on the couch, his crotch was at the perfect level. His tip pressed to the feline's lips and he huffed as the suckling resumed.

His hands were on Rumble's head again and without a word being spoken, the raccoon slammed himself inside, stuffing every inch into the soft and hot maw. Rocket's moans picked up where they left off, being even deeper now as he felt the walls of the throat caressing and rippling along his shaft, actively squeezing out the last of his precum.

Already having a firm hold on the larger male, all Rocket needed to do was get his body moving. He started with a quick tug back that was followed by a single hard thrust. He repeated this process, shoving his cock down into the snug windpipe before roughly snatching it free. As best as he could, Rumble pleasured his client further. His tongue was grinding and twisting against the pumping length and his hands were put to work by rubbing and caressing the swinging sack that felt heavy with raccoon spunk.

The deep moans turned to grunts and growls as the raccoon was getting ever closer to his limits. He could feel his balls churning and starting to pull up against the puma's touch. Pulling the feline's head in while slamming himself far down, Rocket kept his cock in deep, making shallow humps that kept his dick swabbing the throat's walls.

After another minute of this, Rocket snarled as his cock swelled just before shooting his first fat ropes of his cum into the puma's esophagus. He kept himself far inside, pulsing against the wet walls while unloading his build up into the gulping passage. Rocket's hips ground against the feline's lips, huffing and even drooling a bit from the intense feeling that overtook the rest of his body.

Rumble's eyes rolled as felt the steady flow of seed being ejected into his throat. When swallowing it down he could feel the warmth and stickiness running down into his stomach. The sensation of having his mouth seeded, hearing the blissful sounds of relief from Rocket at the same time, Rumble groaned and shuddered as he began to cum just from the intense arousal, shooting out ropes that spurt through his speedo, splattering against the side of the couch. Rocket didn't notice that the other male had reached his peak as well, he was still basking in the lingering feeling that came from the last rope being fired.

As they both came down from their orgasms, Rocket pulled his cock from the throat, flinging a string of cum across the feline's face when it sprung free. The only sound between them was their own panting; around them were the continued sounds of others still having sex. The raccoon was still hard, chuckling as he looked down at the still kneeling feline.

"Let's see if the other end is just as good..."

"Anything you want," Rumble responded. He was unable to mask the eager look on his face, being seen just before he turned around and presented his backside.