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Rocket groaned as he sat on his bed. His backside was still reeling from the treatment of the bet he lost two days. Even against the soft sheets and comfortable mattress his butt still hurt. It wasn't just his butt either, that pain was deep seated in his groin as well. Blackjack left him hanging up there nearly the entire night, making sure the raccoon could hardly walk. It took a whole day after that but Rocket managed to get himself together and the pain in his body was a dull linger rather than a stinging, sharp bite. Alone in his quarters, Rocket was left to ponder all the times he had lost against his shipmate. It just so happens that all those times were actually every time. The raccoon had never won a bet or challenge against his friend/rival. Every punishment they came up with dealt to him. He was left stinging, hanging from the hook, and had to endure the pain from the punishment more times that he could count.

This time it really got to the brown mammal, he was so sure that he had won back there... But Blackjack had him beat, taking advantage of his weakness. It was easy to figure out how Rocket developed a secret enjoyment of pain. But whether he liked it or not wasn't the point. It was the principality of never being able to one up that smug bunny. No matter how hard he tried or what kind of bet they made he never won. Every time he seemed that victory was within his reach the blue rabbit always had something up his sleeve to get the advantage. It left Rocket all alone in his private sector, fed up and pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a way to finally one up that rabbit.

That's when the idea came to him. It was so simple, yet so brilliant. He could just cheat! Playing fair wasn't getting him anywhere so the logical thing to do was to not play fair... After all, it's not cheating if you never get caught, right? With a wicked grin on his face, Rocket dashed to one of his drawers and dug into until he found what he was looking for. A deck of playing cards. There was nothing special about them. But he knew his way around the cards like the back of his paw. There were many creatures that were scammed out of currency and weapons thanks to the thin strips of cut, laminated paper. It was the perfect plan. All he had to do was challenge the rabbit to a game he couldn't refuse and beat him at a game he couldn't win...

It was the perfect day to employ his plan, it was on off day. They were docked on a small planet that offered them nothing in particular so they stayed inside. Forcing himself to act casual, Rocket stepped into the ship's control room where he knew Blackjack was. Making sure to make his pawsteps heard on the floor. Sure enough, Blackjack looked back from the seat and back at the raccoon, aware that he was planning something.

"Hey, Jack... Nothing to do around here, huh?" Rocket said, holding the pack of cards behind his back.

"What're you up to?" the blue rabbit said, a sly grin in his face.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking... It's been a while since we've played a game of poker," the raccoon said, revealing the deck of cards. Upon seeing it, Blackjack's ears pointed up and he stood up from the console's seat.

"It sure has," the blue hare chuckled, walking up to his shipmate. "And if I remember correctly, you lost the last game and the game before that..."

Rocket gripped the box in his paw and reminded himself to play it cool. "Y-yeah, but there's nothing to do, so I figured, why not?"

Blackjack tilted his head and pressed a finger to his face. "Trying to rope me into another bet, huh?"

Rocket chuckled, "Yep. You got me. I was thinking of a good old fashioned game of strip poker. You up for it?"

"You mean I am ready to win?" Blackjack corrected, walking past the raccoon and towards the small table that was lying around for occasions such as this. Rocket followed close behind, a casual grin on his face. The two of mammals were soon sitting at the table. Blackjack leaned against the table as Rocket stacked the deck. He did so right in front of the hare, a feeling of satisfaction running through his body. He put the cards down and the two of them started the game of strip poker.

They each hand their starting hands of cards and that game in full session. Naturally, Rocket lost the first round, shedding his white shirt. But the raccoon wasn't ready to throw in the towel. He won the second round, getting the same result out of the hare. The next round was won again by Rocket, and Blackjack grumbled to himself as he slipped off his gloves. The hare made a comeback, getting Rocket to slip off his own gloves. The next round was one by him as well, resulting in Rocket peeling off his pants. Left only in his underwear, Rocket got another one on the rabbit and got him to shed his pants as well, leaving both the mammal in their underwear. On Blackjack's muzzle was a smug grin. Sure he's been down to the wire before it but was nothing he couldn't get out of. But like all the times before Rocket was going down...

"Looks like you're gonna lose again, Rocky. And you know what'll happen when you do," the hare chuckled deviously.

"Y-yeah, I know..." Rocket gulped, feigning concern that he could possibly lose. In the back of his head he was all too ready to show the bunny up. But it had to be done delicately or else he would know in an instant. The last round was started, Rocket took a glance at his card and was assured that there was no way he could lose. Blackjack on the other hand wore that same smug grin, sure that his deck was better than anything the brown mammal held in his paws.

"Full house!" Blackjack revealed, revealing his deck to his shipmate with a devious laugh. "Beat that."

Rocket looked worried for a second but it morphed into a smug look of his own. "Four of a kind..." He revealed his own hand, allowing the shocked bunny to see with his own eyes that he had actually lost. "Last time I checked... My hand beats yours!"

Blackjack said nothing more. He looked at his hand lying on the table and back at Rocket's as if he was actively trying to process what had happened. A shocked look grew on his face that made the raccoon's heart leap. But that look of shock quickly melted into the hare's usual smug look.

"Alright, Rocket. You win," Blackjack spoke. "You actually managed to win for once. After all this time you finally got one under your belt. After so many losses it must feel pretty good. But it's nothing compared to how many times I've won. And I'm gonna keep winning while this is the one victory you'll ever have!"

At first Rocket tried to play it cool and take his victory with grace, it being enough to have beaten the rabbit for once was going to be enough. But Blackjack's berating made his blood boil and his fists ball. With a snarl the raccoon jumped over the table, tackling his shipmate to the ground. A grunt came from the blue mammal as he was shoved to the ground. The wind was knocked out of him when he hit the ground. Wheezing for breath, the bunny tried to lift himself up off the floor, getting on his paws and knees. In his fury, Rocket took advantage of the lagomorph's state. He did the first thing that came to his mind, grabbing hold of the bunny's white underwear and tugging on them hard.

Blackjack winced against the pain coursing through his body. Rocket continued to pull higher and higher, until the band was as tall as he could reach. He let go of the stretched thin band, watching it slingshot back against the hare's back. A yelp rang out against the ship's walls as a sharp pain blazed against the blue mammal's lower back. The raccoon was quick to grab the band again, stretching the fabric over his shipmate's head. It filled him with satisfaction to hear the bunny grunt in pain and wince as the band snapped over his head, covering his eyes. But the raccoon was only just getting started. He took hold of the band, digging his claws into the band and walked backwards as he tugged it. The band followed him, stretching and flexing the fabric farther and tighter against the hare's bits.

He managed to make it an entire three feet. All the while Blackjack was left behind, gritting his teeth grunting from the increasing pain. As much as Rocket would have enjoyed going further, the band slipped from his paws and barreled towards the hare. Blackjack hardly had any time to prepare himself as a loud crack sounded against his back and a crackling bolt of pain shot up his spine. As he took a few breaths to steady himself, Rocket stepped towards him, laughing at his expense. The bunny scowled up at him. "T-that all you got?"

Naturally, Rocket took that as a challenge and thought back to all the times he said the very thing to Blackjack just to save face. Now was his chance to pay the smart mouthed rabbit for all the pain he endured. He stomped towards the bunny and with both paws he took hold of the underwear, bundling the garment up in his paws. With a deep heave, Rocket pulled upwards. Blackjack yelped and squirmed as he was lifted from the floor by his lower region. Searing pain engulfed his crotch as it was pressed tight against the fabric. Still holding tight on the underwear, Rocket huffed as he carried Blackjack towards the hook that he was placed on so many times before.

In a swift motion he hooked the bunny's underwear to the hook and rushed to the crank. His paw was a blur as he spun the crank, lifting Blackjack higher than he could have on his own. His ears were filled with the groans and heavy breaths that came from his shipmate. Above him, Blackjack balled his fists and writhed against the pain of his nearly crushed undercarriage. But his moving only made things worse, making him bounce and put even more pressure on his bits.

Rocket smiled to himself as he turned tail and left the control room, rushing back to his own quarters. Just like two days before, he was rummaging through his closet for a paddle. But it was nothing like his usual leather one. This was something he was saving for a special occasion. His paws trembled in excitement as he took hold of the perfect tool to dole out some much deserved punishment. What made the paddle special was the fact that not only was it fairly large but it was made with the scales of some lizard species from across the galaxy. The scales were thick and rough, just the thing he needed. With an evil grin on his face, Rocket flounced back to the control room.

Above him, Blackjack was still trying to ride out the pain of his super wedgie. His ears flicked as he heard the other male step into the room. With another grunt he swayed, trying to face the returning raccoon. "A-alright, Rocket. I think you made your-" He got a glimpse of the wide paddle, adorned with tough looking scales that were an angry red color. The bunny gulped at just the sight. Rocket set the paddle down and walked towards the crank, taking hold of it and turning slowly. Blackjack grinned and sighed in relief as he was slowly lowered towards the ground. He got low enough to nearly touch the floor with his feet when the crank stopped and so did he.

The dismayed hare looked to Rocket. The raccoon had stepped away from the crank, chuckling to himself. Blackjack was left to hang there, so close to his relief. The hare was sure Rocket was doing this just to be cruel but that was only half of it, the other half was the fact that the raccoon could only reach so high. Blackjack was at that perfect point that not only was just the right height but the stretching of his tighty whities made the bands flex themselves thin, exposing the bunny's blue cheeks.

Rocket rubbed his paws together and gave a wicked laugh as he picked up the paddle. It had the perfect amount of weight to get a good swing in, a swing that the brown mammal was all too happy to take. With a woosh through the air and a resounding smack, Blackjack's backside was bashed by the paddle. The rough scales dug in through his fur, ensuring he felt the full force of the hit. The bunny grit his teeth and swung his legs. It did no good as Rocket reeled the paddle back. He bunched his shoulder muscles and took another swing. This one was even harder than the last. Another loud smack rang in his ears, pairing well with the bunny's yell of pain. The hit made the poor blue creature swing back and forth.

The motion made his underwear hug his sheath tighter. It wasn't helped by the stinging that quickly formed and lingered in his cheeks. He didn't have time to process the pain as another sharp hit was given to him. He swung forwards and upon swinging back another hard hit was delivered, making another 'crack' sound echo against the walls. While the bunny was just trying to ride out the pain, Rocket was making a game out of the whole thing. He held the paddle like he was a major league player, waiting for the ball to hurdled at him. Blackjack's backside was the ball in this case and every hit was for a home run. With every swing and smack he could practically hear the crowd cheering his name.

Blackjack was holding firm at first but with the hard smacks, the intense wedgie, and tough scales that dug into him with each hit... His backside turned from blue to deep red, the pain in his cheeks lingered as he swung back and forth, only made worse by the additional bashes and smacks. The pain was too much for him to hold in. But Rocket ignored his exclamations, he focused on all the times he lost and all the pain that he had to go through while the rabbit got to gloat and leave him literally hanging. He held onto those memories and used it against the one responsible, taking all his anger and frustration out on him. He continued swinging and taking swings at his shipmate, listening to his Blackjack's whimpers and wails. It soon came to end, only because the raccoon's arms got too tired to continue holding up the heavy paddle.

But just because the paddle wasn't in play any longer did it mean that Rocket was through with his victim. He stepped up to the panting bunny and cupped his glowing-red cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze. Blackjack winced and kicked his legs against the pain but his shipmate didn't let up. The raccoon was kind enough to drag his blunt claws through the blue fur, sending jabbing bolts against the stinging skin underneath. Doing so made more pain run through Blackjack's body, but it came without the brief pause of him swinging back and forth.

A series of whimpers came from the bunny as he kicked his legs frantically. The pain was too much to handle. Even the slightest of touches made his backside alight with deep stinging. The bunny held back tears as began to plead. "Stop it! I can't take it anymore!" Rocket just chuckled as he removed his paws from the pair of cheeks. He took a moment to admire his work, looking over how red they were now. Another thing he noticed was the puffy ring that was exposed against the stretched thin fabric. It gave him an idea...

He complied with the bunny's wishes, stepping away from him and instead walked to the crank, taking hold of it and lowering him even further. Blackjack was filled with joy, thinking that it was finally over but to his quick dismay, his feet were touching the ground but his underwear were still hooked and high enough to keep him in place. Rocket returned to Blackjack with a devious grin on his face, a look that the rabbit didn't like the look of at all. Casually, the brown mammal stepped behind his rival and held his cheeks in his paws again. Unable to contain himself, Rocket dragged his claws deep into the fur, getting another bout of wails from the formerly smug bunny. He brought one back up, allowing it to drift closer and closer to the exposed tailhole.

"Just sit still, alright?" Rocket drew a finger over the soft hole. "And I might let you off the hook."

Blackjack gulped as he could feel his rim being poked against. The pink flesh slowly gave way against the invading digit, making the bunny grunt. It didn't take much more for Rocket's digit to slip inside of Blackjack. The pressure within him made the rabbit yelp and bite his lip. The raccoon was already receiving immense pleasure just by forcing those noises out of his shipmate. It was cathartic how Blackjack could dish out but he clearly couldn't take it.

"Quit your whining, I'll make it quick," Rocket growled, gripping the band of his underwear with his other paw. He pulled them down, revealing his hard dick. A rush of excitement ran through his body as he pulled his fingers free from the hole and replaced it with his tip.

"W-wait, I'm not rea- Ahh!" Blackjack wailed as Rocket shoved himself inside of the bunny's ass, stretching the pink rim wide. A purr of pleasure came from the raccoon, his length was engulfed in hot, wet walls that clenched at his girth.

Rocket gripped the bunny's hips and carelessly humped into his victim, making him yelp and wail even more. He was enjoying himself immensely, his dick was hugged tight as it slicked deep inside the whimpering rabbit. Blackjack on the other hand was having a hard time dealing with the sudden fullness deep inside of him. It didn't help that with every thrust Rocket made, his hips crashed against his sore cheeks, sending renewed bolts of pain through his body.

The raccoon shoved himself in deep, shuddering against the silky tightness. In his pleasure he delivered a firm slap to Blackjack's sore ass, getting a cry of pain out of the bunny that echoed against the ship's walls. It was like music to the raccoon's ears, so much so that he had to do it again. The other male's yell rang in his ears, encouraging to go even harder.

The sound of Rocket's sharp thrusts combined with Blackjack's involuntary noises, only growing stronger and louder as the raccoon humped into him harder. Rocket was taking heavy breaths of his own as he pumped his dick back and forth against the clenching tunnel. It was starting to become too much for even him. He could feel his limit creeping up on him. But the raccoon wasn't going to go out quietly. He picked up his pace, thumping his pelvis against the bunny's backside with loud smacks.

"R-Rocket..!" Blackjack wailed, balling his paws and sniffling.

"Shut up, I'm almost done..." True to his word, the raccoon rammed himself as hard and fast as he could, slicking his dick against the sensitive walls. Closing his eyes and grunting, Rocket came inside of the blue bunny, unloading deep inside the slick tunnel. He shoved his thighs as hard and close to the bunny as he could. Blackjack bit his lip and muttered against the mix of pain and pleasure against and inside of him.

Panting and chuckling to himself, Rocket pulled himself free, letting his cum drip from the worn out hole. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"W-whatever, just let me down!" Blackjack sneered, struggling against his suspension.

Rocket rolled his eyes and stepped away from the bunny, tugging himself back in his underwear. He walked towards the crank and gripped it in his paw. He turned it, but rather than lowering his victim, the raccoon turned the crank as fast as he could, hoisting a wailing and straining Blackjack as high as he could. Rocket gave a deep, hearty laugh as he watched his shipmate struggle and writhe against the pain he knew all too well. Feeling rather satisfied and tired, Rocket gave a yawn and stretch before he walked out of the room, figuring he could take a nap while Blackjack hung out for a bit.s