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Within his private quarters, Rocket was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of being the badass mercenary he knew he was, shooting cronies point blank in the face and throwing explosives into crowds of security bots, not even looking back as they blew into millions of smoldering pieces. Rather than fighting him any further, the hoard of enemy forces dropped their weapons and ran for their lives, screaming and crying for their mommies or whatever source of origin they came from.

While the raccoon continued to dream, there was someone lurking about on the docked ship. Quietly slinking his way through the hallway's shadows, getting closer and closer to the shut tight room. But the hare slinking along the walls very well new the passcode to Rocket's room, even after it was changed three times, Blackjack knew exactly which keys would give him access to the room of his friend/rival.

Snickering to himself, the bunny pressed the keys quickly and darted inside of the room the moment the locks were disabled. His steps were light and his breathing was even lighter. He closed the door behind him and continued to stand against the wall as his rival groaned and tossed within his bed.

For a moment or two, the hare remained there before he dared to take a step and another after that.

Still fast asleep was Rocket, completely unaware of the assailant in his very room. His dream was still going on. In it, the raccoon had defeated the boss of the entire underground operation. But instead of taking the operation down as well, the bounty hunter saw fit as to crown himself the new leader.

Seeing his skill and qualities as an amazing boss, the countless underlings bowed to him. As his first order as the new boss, Rocket simply demanded to be worshiped. And with that command, they were upon him, pulling off his clothes, leaving bare for everyone to see.

He stood tall and proud as countless tongues were all over him, licking anywhere they could. They were all fighting to get a taste of him, but the most prominent spots were of course his cock, balls, but many were gripping and caressing his feet with countless soft licks, solidifying their position underneath him.

Lapping at his sheath, swirling over his balls, and suckling at his tip. Rocket was in total bliss and he laid back and let them take in each and every inch of him.

Blackjack was just short of the bed, watching his shipmate murmur in his sleep and shift a bit. Slowly and carefully, he took hold of the blanket covering the raccoon's body and peeled it back, exposing the raccoon's mostly nude body.

He wore nothing more than the perfectly white pair of briefs. But there was something different awaiting this bunny this time. Before him was the sight of the raccoon's underwear being stretched by the twitching length, still hidden underneath the fabric. The very tip was a bit wet, a sign that he had been dreaming like this for a while now.

It was all too obvious that his shipmate was enjoying himself. Whatever dream he was having had to be something dirty and no doubt self serving. If there was one thing Blackjack could count on his friend for, it was his grandiose sense of self.

The bunny planned to make Rocket out of his sleep before having a bit of fun with him. But now, seeing his shipmate all cozy and enjoying himself -- maybe a bit too much, another idea came to Blackjack.

It was actually a bit cruel... But the prospect was just too good for the bunny to pass up. But before he went along with it, Blackjack slunk from the bed and opened the closet of Rocket's quarters. After reaching in, he pulled out a few things that were ironically planned to be used on him. But most of them were left unused. Rocket hardly ever had a chance to even use two of them at a time after all...

Despite how much he tossed and turned, Rocket proved to actually be quite the deep sleeper. Blackjack took advantage of that and made his play. And when it was all set and done, he finally went to the main event. He couldn't help but snicker, knowing that Rocket had quite the wake up call in store for him.

It was at the highlight of his dream, pounding away at the tight hole of an underling, that Rocket suddenly felt an incredible amount of pain. It was sudden and persisted, pinching hard between his legs.

Crying out, Rocket suddenly awoke. The pain was even stronger in the waking world and it was accompanied by the all too familiar sound of devious giggling. He didn't even have time to scowl or yell out the bunnies name. Blackjack pulled even harder, making the pain even stronger. It stung and lingered hard as his bits were pressed close to his own body. It all suddenly ended, but more pain came from the band snapping against his back.

"Wakey wakey, Rocket."

"B-blackjack! W-what the hell are you doing in here?!"

The raccoon attempted to throw a punch but he couldn't. It was only then that he realized that his hands were bound to each other, making them useless. The laughing grew louder and his own rage built along with it.

"I thought I changed the goddamn locks!" Rocket snarled.

Blackjack just shook his head and took hold of the stretchy fabric again. "You did. But it's gonna take more than that to keep us apart."

Rocket wanted to be furious with the rabbit, but he had to admit that Blackjack had gotten him good. He should have known that changing the passcode yet again was a fruitless effort. It didn't work the first few times, but Rocket's recent victory had made him sloppy...

"Yeah, it feels good to be back on top. Doesn't it, Rocky?"

Rocket said nothing and just braced himself for what was to come. Another hard pull of his underwear came, but his bracing hardly did anything against the intense pressure on his loins yet again. All he could do was endure as his underwear were pulled back and stretched thin. They were let go and sent crashing against his back in the same spot, leaving a sharp sting to race up the raccoon's spine.

Rather than cry out or even squirm in pain, Rocket instead clenched his teeth from the mix of pain that lingered but also the rise of excitement within him. How could he have forgotten about his newfound kink? It was made no easier to ride out due to his cock already being hard. It was pulsing even harder than before because of the pain, making him feel a mix of dirty excitement, but also embarrassment.

Before he could shift his legs, Blackjack reached for him and pried them open, taking a gander at his length that tented and slightly damped his underwear.

"Well, what do we have here, Rocky? I know better than anyone else that you're into a lot of stuff. But you're really getting off to this? Ha! I'm actually kinda flattered."

The lagomorph's words were true. There was a sense of pride in knowing that he was the reason that thing between Rocket's legs was bobbing and leaking so hard.

"How about we table this whole contest thing? For now, how about indulge in this little...kink of yours?" The rabbit added emphasis by lowering his voice to a whisper and tracing his finger over the trembling length. He couldn't help but chuckle as his shipmate continued to squirm and groan from the touch.

Rocket was rock hard and Blackjack was only making it even worse. From his tone, to the way he was touched. There was no going back. He wanted -- or maybe even needed this now.

But before he would admit that, the raccoon cleared his throat and made himself snarl. "F-fine. But this was my idea, not yours."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself."

Rocket's ears lowered against his head. Of course, the rabbit saw right through him. But there was no point in arguing any further or trying to convince his friend otherwise. And the offer of actually exploring this new part of himself. It was too good for him to pass up.

"Alright, Blackjack. Where do we start?"

A smirk spread over the bunny's muzzle. A mix of excitement and devious intentions. He was all too quick in reaching down and pulling up the very paddle that was used on him not too long ago.

"I gotta hand it to you, Rocky." Blackjack took hold of the custom made tool. He traced his fingers over the hard scales and shuddered at the memory of what they made him feel. "This thing did a number on me. And I'm jealous that you just had something like this lying around. But you always know where to get the stuff that really stings."

Rocket looked at the thick, heavy tool and gulped. He remembered very well how it reduced even Blackjack to a whimpering mess. Just the very idea of getting a taste of that made his heart pound in both fear and excitement.

But he stuck to his guns and clenched his bound hands. "If you're still standing after taking it, then I know I can handle it."

Blackjack raised an eyebrow and gripped the paddle's handle tighter. "I'll hold you to that, Rocky. Now, come on..."

Blackjack set the weighty thing down for a moment and took hold of Rocket's hips, pulling him from the bed. The grumbling raccoon was repositioned to the position his fiend saw fit. His upper half remained draped over the bed, but his lower half was standing off the bed's edge, hiking his ass up high for easy access.

Rocket continued to act annoyed, but he could feel himself blushing and his tail was slowly swishing back and forth in anticipation. He had accepted that he was now into pain play, but it was still a mystery as to why it was something he craved so badly now...

"Now for step one..."

Rocket fought the urge to make a certain sound when a pair of paws gripped at his underwear. He didn't bother bracing himself. And when the garment was suddenly pulled, the raccoon clenched his jaw and balled his fists. Again, the intense mix of pleasure and pain was upon him, stronger than ever.

Behind him, Blackjack was grunting with effort, wanting to make this one extra good for the raccoon. There was a thrill on his end as well; an excitement in just embracing this strange thing they had between them. What had started out as a mutual form of playful bullying now evolved into something more, and now the bunny was eager to explore this with his friend.

Now, he could hear the other mammal wincing and groaning from the pain. Blackjack held the underwear's band up as high as he could, for as long as he could. The stretchy fabric was pulled extra tight and it was clear they were pressing hard down on the other bounty hunter's bits.

From Rocket's perspective, a bolt of intense pressure was forced upon his cock and balls, sandwiching them hard between the fabric and his own body. Rising those feelings out, he gripped the blankets and dragged his feet against the floor.

Slowly, Blackjack was tugging even more, steadily introducing more pressure and that stinging feeling to the raccoon, who could now feel tears welling in his eyes. He reveled in it and made a sound of shock when the band was pulled over his face, keeping his eyes covered.

"That's a good look for you, Rocky. Always have been."

Rocket rolled his covered eyes and chuckled through the continuous pain. "Yeah, yeah... Just get a move on, already."

"Sometimes you're just no fun at all..." Blackjack took hold of the heavy paddle and made a practice swing. It wooshed through the air and that alone brought a rise of excitement. "...But that's why I'm here."

Rocket's cheeks were perfectly exposed, and with a cock back and a sudden swing forwards, that paddle and those tough, red scales bashed into the raccoon's backside.

Now, Rocket cried out. His ass was smacked hard, much harder than he was expecting. His body was lurched forward and his legs trembled. There was another 'woosh' and the paddle was bashed hard into his backside. Those scales were now inflicting pain on him, rendering the cushioning fur useless. They dug in and scratched the fur underneath.

Again and again, Blackjack slammed the paddle into his friend's exposed asscheeks. This continued until they showed red, even through his dark brown fur. At that point, Rocket was yelping and snarling from each hit, even demanding more and telling Blackjack to hit him harder.

The bunny was impressed and went on until his arms were sore and the weight of the paddle was too much for him to handle anymore. It fell to the ground with a thump and Blackjack had to take a moment to catch his breath.

Rocket himself was panting heavily, feeling the deep throbs of pain that continued each second, keeping that heavy sting alive. His own underwear were soaked from him reaching his climax just from being spanked alone. Despite that, his cock remained hard and he was already awaiting more. It surprised even himself how much he enjoyed this, but now the raccoon was here for the long haul and wanted as much as he could get.

"That thing is something else. And so are you, Rocket. Guess we'll have to do this the old fashioned way..."

Blackjack was behind his friend again. One paw gripped the thick, bushy tail. And the other reeled back and slapped down one those firm, red cheeks. The sound rang out and Rocket's cry of excitement followed suit.

While he spanked the ass of his shipmate as hard as he could, the blue bunny could feel his own cock pressing against his underwear. The front was soaked from all the precum and his mind was starting to drift while his body autonomously continued the motions.

The underwear were pulled so tight that the raccoon's hole was visible. It had remained untouched, shielded by the toned pair of cheeks. But now, it was all that the lagomorph could focus on. It had been a while since they had done this whole wedgie thing, and even longer since they fooled around.

"Hey!!"

Blackjack's ears perked and noticed that his hand had stopped spanking. In fact, one of his fingers was still brushing back and forth over his shipmate's hole.

"Sorry, sorry..." Rather than pulling his hand back, the bunny applied more pressure. "Although... It has been a while. So, how about it, Rocky?"

The raccoon's tail flicked again, but he said nothing at first. An unseen smile was on his face, and he clicked his teeth before he agreed.

"Alright then... Now, let's turn you over and..."

Rocket was soon on his back and his legs were raised up by the bunny. But again, he stepped back, leaving the raccoon waiting.

"Just give me a moment to... Even the playing field."

Rocket couldn't see it, but Blackjack reached behind him and managed to pull at his own underwear, gritting his teeth and straining from the pain as he pulled them all the way up over his head.

While Rocket couldn't see it, he knew the sounds of pain and stretching fabric well enough. Just knowing that Blackjack inflicted a wedgie on himself made his own cock throb hard.

With the fabric around his bits stretched, it was easy for Blackjack to simply move his cock and balls, letting them flop free from the expanded gaps.

Chuckling, the bunny felt his way around and managed to slide his body over his shipmate's. The motion shifted Rocket's own underwear, making the raccoon's cock flop free and press against the lagomorph's upper stomach.

"You ready?"

"Ugh. Just put it in already."

Blackjack reached down, grabbed his shaft, and angled himself against the grumpy raccoon's hole. As soon as he made contact, the bunny shoved himself inside.

Their voices rang out in the closed quarters, growing even louder from Rocket from the inches steadily pushed inside of him. In a swift motion, the ropes keeping his paws bound were undone and Rocket reached out, and wrapped his paws around the bunny's neck.

"J-Jack..." Rocket said in a breathy tone. A hard shudder ran through him as the other mammal bottomed out, thumping his pelvis against his sore ass.

"Missed me that much, huh?" the bunny still couldn't see but the arms wrapped around him made his own heart race. He wasn't used to being all soft and cushy with the raccoon. But it was a nice change of pace...

As Rocket was pulling him closer, Blackjack eased himself down until their muzzles met. They shared a soft kiss that was broken by the raccoon's moan. Starting with a bit of force, that cock filling his ass rocked back and forth, slipping against his walls and pushing into his depths.

Joining his moans were grunts from the bunny, reacting to the tight hold of those soft insides. It made him realize that he was missing the other mammal's touch just as much.

Rocket continued to softly say his name, using a tone that the rabbit hardly ever heard from him. And in turn, Blackjack gently stroked the soft fur of his friend's face before kissing him again.

His body rocked harder and he could feel Rocket digging his claws his shoulders, growling in increased pleasure. Raising his own voice slightly, he held Rocket even closer. Their fingers locked together and with another hard shove, the raccoon huffed and strained.

His cock throbbed hard and shot thick ropes against the humping rabbit's chest. A few more pumps came and Blackjack, calling his shipmate's name came as well, unloading his seed inside of the soft hole.

Panting heavily and holding each other still, the duo simply basked in their afterglows, letting the quiet of the room sink in.

"S-so," Blackjack finally said. "I guess you'll be getting me back for this, huh? Or at least you'll try to."

"I've done it once, and I can do it again," Rocket chuckled. "So yeah. You'd better watch your ass. But not until tomorrow... I wanna go back to sleep."

"Mind if I crash your place for the night?"

"Even if I say no, you're just going to sneak your ass back in, right?"

The two of them did a bit of quick clean up and eased their underwear from each other's heads, playfully letting them snap against the other's backs.

And when the time came for them to get some sleep, Blackjack let Rocket hold him close, knowing that the raccoon's backside took quite the beating.

After chuckling to himself he finally drifted off to sleep, his own snores joining Rocket's.