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Paying Off Your Bounty

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

"Hey, dick, why don't you just give the gun back, and nobody gets hurt?"

To say that the wolf was caught off-guard was a bit of an understatement. He had been expecting someone to chase after him after he managed to get lucky and steal a weapon from the Collector, but he hadn't thought that the maniac would go so far as to hire the pair in front of him.

Glyn's hands were up high as he looked at the raccoon and the living tree that had come chasing after him. The former had a gun trained on him, and the latter had its arms pushed down to the ground, creating a series of wooden tendrils from which there would likely be no escape. He had seen the pair of them at work before, and he knew from experience that Rocket didn't miss, and Groot didn't easily let go.

Shit, shit, shit, the wolf thought, glancing all over the room for any chance of escape. The only door out of the little exam room was the one that the two bounty hunters were covering, keeping him from running for it, and the only weapon he had was the one that he'd been about to disassemble. The rifle had a number of buttons on it, and it was clearly loaded, but what the hell was he supposed to do to make it shoot?

No idea, but there wasn't much time to figure out a better option.

Squirming in his jumpsuit, Glyn took a slight step back from the table, trying to look like he was surrendering. Not that he was; that was a one-way trip back to the Collector and a great deal of torture, if not worse. No, what he needed was -

"Whoops!"

He faked a fall, and Rocket turned to Groot, berating the tree for possibly damaging their quarry. While the tree was introducing himself again, Glyn turned the fall into a grab, and managed to snare the rifle on the way down.

Hope this works! he thought, slamming the barrel over the exam table and hitting one of the buttons.

PEW! A purple blast shot out of the gun and hit Rocket right in the guts. He went tumbling over Groot's shoulder, hitting the ground hard.

Now's my chance!

Glyn leaped over the table, but no sooner had he set paws on the ground than the roots caught him. He yelped as he was thrown off his feet, slammed into the ground, and then picked up and slammed right onto his back. The air was knocked out of his lungs, hard, and Groot stood over him, roaring in rage.

"Hey, you big lug!"

Rocket. The tree and the wolf went still, both moving to look where the raccoon had landed.

"Don't smack him around too much. Heh. He might have done us a favor..."

Glyn's eyes were about to bug out of their sockets as he saw what was happening to the raccoon. Already, Rocket was at least six inches taller than he had been, and the raccoon's signature vest and jumpsuit were already straining to contain him, all their stretch used up.

And they were still growing.

Rocket shrugged his way out of it, chuckling as he lifted one arm and gave it a flex. As he flashed a smirk, his biceps suddenly doubled in size, and the muscle bumps went right down his arm, swelling it up and making it look all...Hulk-ish. He did the same with the other, and all Glyn could do was 'meep' at the sight of it all.

"Hehehe, now ain't that pretty?" Rocket lifted his arms, flexing them again, and one could see the power that was running through the limbs. "Man, I wonder if that works everywhere..."

The raccoon tensed his leg muscles, and suddenly, they swelled. The jumpsuit all but ripped to pieces down there, leaving him in nothing more than a set of rags down there, looking almost like a pair of speedos that hugged around his waist.

Glyn stared as Rocket curled his toes, and suddenly, the raccoon's feet jumped, expanding, lengthening, pushing outwards as they grew outwards. Rapid expansion by rapid expansion, the raccoon grew various parts of his body, swelling up and showing off as he went.

The wolf couldn't help but watch, and tried his best to not move. At that point in time, the only thing keeping a very conspicuous reaction from being seen were Groot's roots, and the last thing that he needed was for that to come out in the open. After all, Rocket was almost his size now, and -

Nope. No, he was bigger. The raccoon posed again, and he swelled right out of his jumpsuit. Naked as the day that he was born, the ringtail soared up to six feet, then seven feet tall, standing almost as big as his partner at that point. The raccoon had a bulky body that looked like it could go toe to toe with any of the Cree in the galaxy, or any of the other big aliens that had strength enhancers.

Shit...shit...shit...

It was no longer fear making him think that. Instead, it was the sight of those sexy muscles, those long limbs, the fact that Rocket was now so much bigger than him rather than the other way around...

And that package didn't hurt, either.

Everything had gotten bigger after the raccoon had gotten shot, and that was no exception. It had been small enough to not even be seen when he'd first shown up, but now? Now that sheath was a fat bulge of fur that stood out from between powerful thighs, with balls that were big, bouncy, and looked like they were filled with far too much cum for such a little guy.

Glyn stared at that sheath, watching as the cock within started tumbling out. It was like his, he realized, probably modified to be more human-like to keep from bothering people who didn't like animal cocks. But it was thick, almost as wide as four fingers pushed together...and it just kept coming.

He stared as it spilled out. One inch, two, three, four, five, and it was still coming. Eight, nine, before finally seeming to stop at ten inches long. It was a hefty shaft, alright, and one that looked like it would break just about anyone that it was shoved into.

And Rocket was gripping it at the base while staring at him. Glyn meeped again, trying to shrink further into the roots that held him captive.

Nope. Rocket was right there, the raccoon lifting up one paw and shoving it right into his face. The flat underside ground against his cheek, carrying along the scent of musk and some slight sweat. He couldn't help but smell it, his sensitive nose taking it in and making his cock throb all the harder.

Fucking...

"Heh, whatever that hunk of junk was, it did a real number on me. Hey, Groot? Let's put this bozo on his knees instead; I think he deserves a little 'thanks' for this..."

The wolf was lifted up, the roots sliding into his jumpsuit at Rocket's command. It was simplicity itself for Groot to rip them right off of him, and Glyn was left completely exposed, dark browns and caramels in his coat under the lights of the exam room. It didn't help that it showed off just how hard he was, too, the five-foot wolf having a five-inch hard-on.

Rocket laughed, pinching the tip between his toes hard enough to leave the wolf gasping.

"Heh, what do we have here, huh? Some dinky little pistol waiting to shoot off?"

"Nnnngh!"

"Oh, you like that, huh? You think I could show off my 'piloting' skills with this joystick?"

Rocket jerked his foot one way, then the other, pulling Glyn's cock along for the ride. The wolf bit his lips, trying not to moan, trying not to say anything stupid, but god, it was hard. The feeling of that smooth sole rubbing along his cock, and the fact that it was Rocket...

Stupid hero-worship fantasies...

Everybody knew who Rocket and Groot were, and he was no exception. He'd always imagined what it would be like to encounter Rocket if he were just a bit bigger, a little stronger, how it'd feel to be overpowered by the famous bounty hunter. Well, he didn't have to imagine anymore.

His cheeks burned as his cock slid between Rocket's long toes, getting a few final tugs before it was 'kicked' gently to the side. He bit his lips, panting, huffing and puffing as his cock bounced and twitched futilely between his legs.

"Heh, thought you'd like that, chump. Now."

Rocket grabbed him by the ears, pulling his head back. He was made to stare up at that dick, at that throbbing, drooling cock, and could only stare at it as it drooled along his face. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as the fat tip pressed against his lips.

"You ain't gonna be stealing anymore, are ya?" he asked in a 'friendly' kind of tone.

"Nnngh...no..."

"Good. Didn't think you would."

"Are you..."

"Nah, we ain't letting you go. But tell ya what. I'll give ya the chance to try and earn a 'reprieve.' Ain't that a fancy word, 'reprieve'? Heh. Do extra good, and I'll even offer ya a job."

He had a pretty good feeling that he knew what sort of job this was. That fat cock was begging for attention, and if he was completely honest with himself, he wanted to give it everything that it wanted and then some. He wanted to swallow it, to feel it pounding down his throat...

And, well, why not? It was Rocket...and a very sexy Rocket, at that.

Glyn nodded, opening his mouth slowly. Rocket, on the other hand, was anything but. With those hands using his ears like handlebars, Rocket yanked him down, forcing all ten inches down his throat at once. It took everything the wolf had not to gag as it punched down his throat, and as he was assaulted with the thick, heavy musk of the raccoon's damp crotch...

Well, he just put more effort in. If this was a job interview, he could at least ace this. He'd never been that good a thief, anyway.

The End