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"Rocket's Rocket"

"Damn razza-frazzin' implants..."

Rocket made his way drunkenly along a long, dark corridor. The swirls of colors in his mind making it feel like his head was spinning off his neck and he kept on trying to adjust it and hold it in place as he continued down the hall. He had been with Peter Quill; Starlord, to be precise only twenty minutes ago---or was it more an hour ago? Drinking pretty heavy, even for him as his belches felt like they were burning holes in his lungs. Rocket scrambled against the wall and shrieked as he just realized it was there. "W-where did you come from?" He asked the wall. "S'cuse me..." He muttered incoherently as he stumbled past the offending obstacle and squinted his eyes at the paint marking the docking bays. "Where did I park the Milano?" He asked as the numbers began to divide and bounce around in his vision, causing him to squint even harder, then rub his eyes. "What the fuck was in them drinks?"

He had a feeling that the ship was left, but his feet developed a mind of their own and headed him right instead. Peter did warn him that this out-of-the-way place had some pretty strong drinks, but being a macho-sort-of-guy, Rocket blew off the human's warnings and ended up so wasted that he wasn't even sure where he was going anymore. Every corridor looked like the one he had just exited, then the one after that looking completely different. The lighting was a blur to him, everything settling in darkness as he gave a hiccup and his lungs shoved bile up into his throat, which he promptly spit out. "Fuckin' disgusting..." He murmured. "Why'd I let--*hic* Peter talk me into those drinks?"

He knew why; he totally knew why, but his mind was too on fire to even think straight.

"Nnh! AHH! Fuck!"

The grunting and moaning from the next corridor piqued Rocket's curiosity and as he rounded the corner, he watched two Centaurian males out in the open just fucking. There wasn't much of their blue skin visible; mostly what of it he could see was below the waist, it seemed that they couldn't wait until they got to their own room or ship before deciding that was the appropriate place. The raccoon's red, beady eyes peered at the males engaged. The one pinning the other against the wall was thrusting so hard that he was practically sending the other one up in a vertical direction. Their moans echoed; the sounds of penetration reaching Rocket's ears in such a way that it could be disgusting. But the smell of sex was doing something to him, as he inhaled the salt-scented atmosphere, the raccoon's own uniform sprouted a stern tent; one that he cupped in almost sheer embarrassment but instead, he just held his paw there. Now there was something he could get into; but not with these guys, the idea of getting their fluids on him almost disgusted Rocket, but the scene was definitely turning him on. "Nngh...damn implants." He'd repeated his earlier statement just above a mutter now as he continued on his journey toward the docking bays.

Dock number 089 sparked Rocket's memory as he absently bumped into the wall containing those numbers. He remembered Peter recounting that was the year on his Earth that he had been taken from Earth by Yondu. Rocket rolled his eyes, remembering how he chided Peter for reminding them "yet again" that he wasn't from their part of the galaxy and he snickered in spite of himself at the joke. "C'mon Peter, you need to get some new material." He said to himself. As the bay door opened, he could see the Milano parked on the far side of the dock. As he made his way toward it, he spotted Groot rise from his seated position beside the ship and stare at him. "I am Groot?" He spoke in a deep, guttural, yet pleasant voice.

"I'm fine, Groot. I just came back to--get a few things." Rocket wobbled on his feet as he came to a standstill in front of the tree giant.

"I am Groot."

"Of course I'm a little drunk!" Rocket bemoaned as he tried to step around Groot's legs, still somewhat hiding the throbbing erection pressed against his suit. "Hell I'm more than just a little drunk...you should go to Peter, tell him you wanna try the "Galaxy Boomer" HA! It'll knock you on your stubbly tree butt!"

Groot raised an eyebrow at the raccoon, then slowly turned his head. "I am...Groot?"

"Course you don't got a stubbly butt, it's big... huge even! I just need you to get the fuck outta my way."

"I am Groot!"

"Look, I know Peter didn't want you to let anyone onto the ship, but I'm not just anyone--"

"I am Groot."

"He said 'especially me'? That--that's hurtful. Look, I ain't gonna try and fly it, okay? I Just gotta get something outta my cabin, I'll be five--" He blinked and could feel his cock leaking from within his suit now. "T-ten minutes top, okay?"

"I am... Groot?"

"Do I promise? What do I look like? You think I'm even in a condition to fly this heap outta here? I'd blow myself up!" Rocket stared at the tree giant whose gaze turned to a glare. "Okay! If that's what it takes, I fuckin' promise. Now can I get on the ship?"

"I am Groot." Groot said after a moment's pause with a nod.

"Jeez thanks, Groot. You're the best." Rocket said as he stepped past the giant and tugged at his lower regions to give his cock some room. "Listen, I wasn't kiddin' though, you gotta try that drink. I'll keep an eye on the ship and I'll be sure to lock it up when I'm done, okay?"

Groot looked one direction, then the other before smiling and putting his hand behind his neck. "I am Groot." He nodded again before turning around and starting to make his way down the corridor.

As Groot made his way toward the bay door, Rocket gave a sigh of relief and rushed into the ship, instantly closing the door behind him as he was already about half-undressed. He yanked his zipper down the length of his suit, pulling his cock free in a frenzied mess that drained onto the floor plates as he grabbed it and began to yank at it so hard it almost hurt. "Ahhh! Fuck what did that drink DO to me?!" He exclaimed as he barely made it to his cabin and kicked his clothes off entirely.

Rocket grabbed his cock and the sensation made him cry out in pleasure. His balls churned at the slightest touch and he began to vigorously stroke his shaft. There was so much fluid coming out of him, he didn't even think something like this was even possible for his size. His stomach was soaked and his hand slid along his shaft with such ease it was like he was jerking off with lube. It was wet, and sticky, the smell of sex infiltrated his nostrils as he threw himself onto his bed, the feeling of lust flooding him so much that he let out a rather lewd moan.

The tip of his cock was almost like a fountain, but something was keeping him from cumming too fast. He reached his free paw down and began to push it into his ass to try and speed things up. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and his fingers plummeted into his depths. It wasn't like he'd never been fucked before, but jesus, there was a desperate need now. He needed to cum, he needed that release and the swirls of drunkenness that flooded his mind weren't helping matters much. Whatever that Galaxy Boomer was, it was doing something to him; that smell, it was so familiar and he realized why, it was the same smell he'd detected in the hall where those Centaurians were fucking each other's brains out. It had to be the drink; it drove whatever race drank it to the edge of desperation for sex. He wanted to explode, he wanted to release his seed and cover himself in it. He watched as spits of precum splashed onto his stomach, up onto his chest and across his face, but nothing matched the feeling of a full-on release.

Rocket's tongue tasted his seed; it had a strange flavor to it, it tasted like the Galaxy Boomer he'd drank! It was definitely in his system and this was definitely the result. His need grew, he grabbed his balls and squeezed them, trying to force more than spits of precum to shoot out of him, but that only made the feeling more intense. He gasped as his other hand clasped around the crown, further dampening it and sending more streaks of wetness across him "F-fuck this is gonna take a lot more'n this..." He said in between breaths.

Flinging his arm toward the stand next to his cot, Rocket sat up and began to rummage through its contents until he found what he was looking for; it was about seventeen inches in length, a row of beads in a rigid line formation going from a small ring at the tip to a ball about the size of Drax's fist on the opposite end. Rocket didn't need any lube for this one, he freed his hand from stroking his shaft and began to soak it down with the leavings from his cock until it was literally dripping from the moisture. He huffed and kicked his legs up against the wall, rearing himself onto his back as he poised the toy at his ass. He began to lightly probe the flesh of his ass, pushing it into himself slowly. Rocket moaned at the feeling as the first three beads pushed lightly into him. He'd often estimated that the third bead out of the seven was about the same thickness as Peter's own cock. It was about three inches wide and was the start to where he had to really try to proceed further. "Oh god..." He moaned again as he pulled the stick out enough to feel the beads thump back through his opening. He pushed it back in with a little more urgency, his toes curling against the wall now as he felt his balls begin to squeeze more fluids from him. "Th-this is gonna fucking soak me..." He said. "I ain't never gonna get this outta my fur..." but his semi-protesting was for naught as the fourth bead popped through the ring. "Mmmphhhh ahhh!" He gasped even louder now.

There was a knocking at Rocket's cabin door; a sound that made his blood freeze along with his body. He tried his best to slow his breathing down in order to respond. "Wh-who is it?"

"Rocket? It's Gamora and Peter." A female voice called through the sealed door. "Let us in."

"C-can't..." Rocket said. "I'm kinda indisposed. What do you want?"

"We want to know why you decided to send Groot down to the bar and hole yourself in your cabin." Peter's voice was stern, but with a hint of worry.

Rocket muttered to himself before responding. "I think I had a little too mu-much to drink, Quill." He said. "You two head back, I just need a nap."

"You sure you're okay?" Gamora asked. "It's not like you to pass up until you've passed out."

"Jeeze, can't a guy get a little shuteye without bein' scrutinized?" Rocket said back sharply. "I'll be along in a little bit, I just need a little rest."

"Okay, Rocket. Calm down." Gamora said. "We'll be down at the bar when you finish."

"Can't guarantee we'll be conscious though." Peter said with a laugh.

"F-Fine, just go ahead..." Rocket was trembling now, his ass filled with four thick beads and the fifth one pressing at his wanting hole. His stomach coated with his own semen drizzling down onto his bed. "I'll be--be along in a bit..."

The sound of footsteps walking away was the sound of relief for the raccoon who then rolled into a kneeling position on his bed, his cock dangling over his bunk and dripping all over the clean blankets. "S-son of a bitch..." He panted. "I thought they'd never leave..."

Rocket continued to play with himself, shifting his hands from the toy so that one continued to fondle and stroke his cock while the other worked its way up his sticky stomach and chest to play with a nipple. He gasped and leaned back, pushing his limits with the toy pressing further into his ass. The fifth bead managed to slip past the ring, but still his body wanted more. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... what's goin' on?" He asked himself moaning as his cock began to shoot streams now soaking the circuitry on the wall opposite his bed. He was shaking so badly now that he hardly noticed it. He began to rock himself now, pushing back harder on the sixth bead, which was almost eight inches wide and partway through the last curve of his toy he would reach the ten inch final bead. Rocket's tongue slipped between his lips as he leaned back, still handling his cock like a joystick, his fingers playing with his balls; he was so close, so *very* close to releasing. The drunken stupor of his evening's play was dizzying to him, he wasn't sure if he was orgasmic or on the verge of passing out, but he knew that one way or another it was going to come out of him. His moans got louder, people could probably hear him outside the soundproofing of the hull, but he didn't care he just had to get his rocks off and -now-

Feeling the sixth bead slip in made Rocket's stomach tighten up, he could feel the smooth rubber pressing against his organs now, his vision was now doubling as he closed his eyes and let out a pained grunt of approval. He reached his arms back and he grabbed his ass as it throttled the girth of the final bead. "Oh yeah--give it to me..." He began to pant as he pressed himself against it, feeling his body splitting apart at the ass far more than a normal body should react to something that thick. Despite not touching himself, he could feel streams of precum pouring down his shaft, dripping off his balls as he watched jets of it shoot across various instruments. He knew that this wouldn't be enough, he needed a more rigid backing to get that sucker all the way in. Rocket stumbled to his feet and hopped off his bed, yelping at the pinch of the toy still deep within him. He scrambled for the door and unlatched it, opening the way to the main corridor and he quickly made his way up the ladder and onto the bridge.

Rocket threw himself into the pilot's seat, giving no regard for the messy puddle he'd just made in it and he grabbed the control modules like a pair of riding handles. Adjusting his ass just so, he managed to press the base of the dildo into the back of the chair and he knocked the seat into a recline mode.

"Oh yeah---fuck---FUCK YEAH!!!"

Rocket's words echoed through the ship, followed by an irreverent howl of pleasure as the final bead forced its way into his ass. That was it; the final nail in the journey to orgasm as he let out a cry only seconds before shooting his seed across the room. Like an out-of-control fire hose, his shots fired everywhere as he grabbed his cock and held on for dear life. Every single circuit in Rocket's altered body seemed to set off all at once, filling his skin with fire, making every single strand of fur tingle as load-after-load covered himself, the pilot's seat and about every single console in the room; he was thankful; albeit briefly, that the ship was powered down and secured in the docking bay. He didn't care though, every pump of cum shooting through his veins and exploding white brought new layers of pleasure to the raccoon who constantly collided with the back of the pilot's chair; every moan, a moan of ecstasy.

It had been a while since Quill had heard anything from Rocket; he was growing concerned, even with the sensors reading that the Milano was still safe inside the docking bays. As he made the walk toward the ship, he shrugged off the drunkenness that he'd been nursing for a few hours. Groot was following not far behind, only stopping on occasion to explode a vile eruption of their drinks into a few dark corridors for other travelers to discover later. Gamora and Drax appeared and looked at one another in confusion before following as well. As they entered dock 89, the tension was palpable as they all sensed something strange had been going on. Sparks could be seen through the front window of the ship.

"What is that strange substance dripping down your windows, Peter Quill?" Drax asked, pointing at an almost-unseen drizzle that appeared to only be on the inside of the ship.

"I am Groot." Groot said as he extended his legs up to peer inside the ship. "I... am Groot."

"What are you talking about, Groot? Of course Rocket's in trouble, he's always in trouble...wait... what kind of trouble did you say he was in?" Quill asked with a confused twitch to his eye.

"I am Groot?"

"Don't tell me what he said." Gamora said, raising a gun. "Let's just get in there and kill him!" She reached for the doorway.

"Wait, Gamora!"

Before Peter could warn her, the hatch opened and as she reached her hand in, she recoiled it in horror. "Ugh! What in the hell?"

Every surface had been coated to a varying degree; a slick, sticky substance that dripped down walls, attached to doors, and even soaked into the vinyl coverings of the seats. All of it white and reeked heavily of a musky salty smell. As Gamora's hand pulled away from the hatch, leaving a string of the thick white substance she grew a horrified look on her face. They climbed aboard slowly and looked around. Everything; the tape deck, the pilot's console, even the food processor on the ship was smoking from the strange fluid getting onto and into the mess; and at the very center of it, lying rather relaxed in the pilot's seat completely naked with a dildo shoved all the way into his ass with the exception of the handle to pull it out again; was Rocket. Looking contented and spent at the events that took place.

"Oh... hey guys..." Rocket said with an eerily drunken chuckle. "Is it time to go already?"

"R-Rocket? What is this?" Quill asked as he examined his tape deck. "It---it's everywhere!"

Drax couldn't help but bust out laughing. "Oh man, this is not the kind of thing I would have expected out of you, Rocket!"

"If you got any of this in my cabin, rodent..." Gamora said with a growl.

"No, no... just in here." Rocket said. "I just--I just couldn't contain myself."

Gamora glared at Peter. "Let him try one of those Galaxy Boomers you said." She stared at him icely. "What kind of harm would it cause, you said..."

Peter's mouth hung open agast. "You couldn't possibly think I knew this was going to happen--Gam--" He grunted as Gamora shoved him.

"You are going to clean this mess up!" She said angrily. "I am going back to drink some more, and maybe get a room..."

"I am Groot." Groot said with a nod before following her out.

"As amusing as it would be to watch you clean this mess up, Peter Quill, I will have to agree with them on this. You gave the rodent the drink, you need to clean it up. Think of it like puke---except...from Rocket's penis." He guffawed loudly before turning around and leaving, slipping and stumbling his way out the door before it closed behind him.

Peter let out a long-drawn sigh. "Well, Rocket. I guess I'll get the mop, and you get the bucket---Rocket?" Peter turned to see the raccoon asleep in the chair, his mouth hanging open as he snored loudly. Peter glared at him for a good twenty seconds. "Or we could see how much fun you're going to have if I finish sticking that toy up your ass--" He said, letting the anger seethe through his nostrils.

THE END