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Rocketing Around the Galaxy

Part 3

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

Their trip to the next destination was a little bit more of a diversion than Glyn really wanted to admit. Despite having some idea of where the next piece of the puzzle was, he didn't have a full picture of where they were supposed to go next. It was more of a vague idea, a hazy thing, if one would, and he needed some time to really dig into the details, to uncover where they actually needed to go, and he needed one hell of a story to sell that to Rocket.

Unfortunately, what he came up with worked, too.

"I'm going out," the timber wolf said.

"The hell you are," the raccoon responded, sitting up in the pilot seat as the naked wolf turned to leave. "Where the hell do you think you're going? You didn't even tell us about the next piece yet."

"I'm going to...make you some money..."

It was as stupid a thing to say as he could think of as his carefully crafted story just popped out of his mind in that moment. All the ideas of checking in with spy networks, all the ideas of 'getting some help', or more, were just...gone. All that was left was just telling a lie that wasn't quite a lie, that he'd be getting Rocket some money by whoring himself out.

And yet, the raccoon grinned.

"Ya are, are ya?"

"...Yeah."

"Glad to see that you're finally getting your head on straight, kid."

"...Yeah?" Glyn asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Uh-huh. Here I was thinking that you'd just be this headstrong idiot for the rest of our partnership, and here you are, finally bending over like a good little bitch. Gotta say, I'm proud of you for figuring out what you really are."

That was...something, he supposed, though he had to admit that he wasn't sure that he should be feeling that odd sense of pride that was welling up from inside of him. Clearing his throat, he turned his back on the raccoon and hustled off the ship.

Thankfully, the nudity rule only applied on the ship itself, not outside it, though Rocket's idea of 'appropriate clothing' were far from what the timber wolf would have preferred to wear. Even for his more, well, subdued stature, Glyn had a hard time fitting into the rubber shorts that the raccoon had waiting for him. They were all but painted on by the time that he had pulled them up to his hips, and they showed off his dick, his balls, everything with more clarity than he would have preferred. Well, most of the time. Tonight, it fit rather well.

They'd come to an out of the way space station, one of those crossroads places where people came to refuel before heading off to other destinations. The last time that Glyn had been here, the person with the next piece had been employed by the station security forces as a mercenary. However, he'd noticed that their symbol had been missing from the defense fleet, which meant that they had either moved on or been replaced, or both. There was only one place to go to check for information on that, and there, it'd be easier to get that information if he didn't have too many clothes to take off.

He just hoped that the owner wasn't going to be a dick tonight.

"Mmm, you still know how to shake that ass, Glyn."

He kept his eyes forward as the green-skinned alien kept watching him from behind. He could feel the stripper pole pushing right up between his ass cheeks, the rubber shorts the only thing keeping him from rubbing his taint all over that damn thing. Archer, the alien that owned the place, had always had a thing for canine asses, and during his visits here, the pair of them had an arrangement: a good show for a good talk.

So far, it had been a hell of a lot more show than talk, but he was making it work. That was what he told himself, at least.

Glyn thrust his legs further apart, lowering himself slowly down to the stage. He didn't have the muscles of a real stripper, so he couldn't do a full split, but he did a respectable imitation of it as he went down, down, down, his balls almost touching the floor, his ass pressed back to let the pole hot-dog his hole.

It was a chilling thing, even through the rubber. Without it, he imagined that it would be downright freezing.

He could just barely see between his legs, and the thick-shouldered club owner had his dick out. It was the definition of beer-can thick, and would have spread any ass further than its owner would have expected. He knew from experience just what sort of 'tip' Archer could extract from someone with that thing, and he was hoping to avoid it this time. He still needed to walk back to the ship, after all.

"Mmmph..."

"Fucking hell, boy, you should work here."

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Come on, you got the ass for it."

"And you got plenty of other dancers with better ones."

"Heh, but not a lotta dogs. You know customers love bitches."

He kept his head down, trying not to rise to the bait. A fight would mean that Archer could charge him with something, and that, in turn, would mean that he could be forced to stay here for a week or two to pay off the debt of the court case. Not something that he could afford with Rocket and Groot waiting for him.

Just keep dancing, just keep dancing...

It was a difficult thing to force himself to do, but he did. His hips kept swaying, bumping the pole between his cheeks, and he kept swinging his legs up, showing off his taint, his cheeks, his cock and balls in the latex shorts. It didn't take long before Archer was grunting, gripping his dick harder than ever, and then -

"Nnnngh!"

Just as he flashed his ass again, the club owner came, and came hard. That splatter was just what he had expected to see, and Glyn sighed as some of that load splattered against his ass. Not the way that he wanted to spend the night, but at least it'd help sell his cover story to Rocket that much more.

Now, just have to have that talk...

Archer was gradually tucking himself away in a pair of well-worn trousers as the wolf turned on the stage. By the time that the canine hopped down, he'd gotten his balls put away, but nothing else. He didn't seem to want to put the other stuff away, either.

"Come on. You got your show," Glyn said.

"Ain't nothing said about not giving one myself."

"Come on."

"No deal, kid."

"...Fine."

Sitting down on the rounded couch that surrounded the stage, he got as comfortable as he could while still in the equivalent of a speedo. All around them, other dancers continued to put on a show, and there were plenty of clients on other couches that were looking his way. Some of them were probably hoping that he'd get back up there. Fat chance at that.

"So, what'd you come here for, kid?" Archer asked.

"Something about a friend of mine. Remember Jonas?"

"Heh, that fat fuck of a commander? He was a friend?"

"Well, someone I knew."

"Well, you probably ain't gonna know him anymore. He's dead."

Shit.

"How?" Glyn asked.

"Some argument between who was getting the security contract last month. Some new guys - horn-heads or something - came in and offered to do it for cheaper. He said that they weren't as good. Their leader challenged Jonas about it, and he was stupid enough to take it."

That just about fit what he remembered of the 'fat fuck', as Archer called him. Jonas was a good businessman, knew how to get things done, and he actually did run a pretty good merc company. The station had been surprisingly safe during his oversight.

However, he was a proud idiot. That was how Glyn had gotten the info on the rest of the pieces before. The schmuck had thought that he could get out of the contract and go hunting down the different pieces of the legendary weapon himself, and had been getting ready to do that before Glyn had taken the info and done it himself. Now, he was gone...and his piece was probably in the possession of the new guys.

"So, who killed him?" Glyn asked. "New leader, or -"

"Nah, this guy was smarter than that. He sent his second in command in as a champion. Jonas was toast in two seconds."

"...Great."

"All his men got pulled into the company, too. Fucking stupid, too; they took off and left us high and dry."

"You mean...you don't have anything right now?"

"..." Archer arched his neck, looking around the room, then settled down once more. "You didn't hear it from me, kid, but if anyone comes knocking, we got less than a pot to piss in. We'll be helpless."

"..."

"So, let's not spread that around, huh?"

It might be a problem for the folks here, but it meant that there was a serious opportunity for him when he eventually caught up to that company. They were going to be a fractured bunch. Jonas had run a tight ship, yeah, and had been a tight-ass about things, but his men knew that he had their best interests at heart. Better than that, he paid well. The thing about those commanders that offered contracts at low costs was that they were generally paying themselves a massive premium and their men almost nothing.

If he could find that group, that meant that he had a chance to break it apart. One hell of an exit strategy when it came down to it. And one that he felt good about doing; Jonas had been a decent guy.

"You're thinking something, kid. Not something stupid, I hope."

"Nothing like," Glyn said.

"You sure? That's the same look you had before disappearing for months."

"Yeah? I'm back now, aren't I?"

"And dancing. Said last time that you'd never do that again."

"Well, a guy can change his mind."

"Yeah...but not too many times..."

Glyn wasn't sure that he liked the sound of that, but at the same time, he wasn't going to push. He had his plan, at the very least, and it meant that he and Rocket had a chance to go after this next piece properly. They just had to do it right. After all, stealing from a merc company was a hell of a lot different than stealing from a rich woman, or from some security company on a space station.

This time, they needed a real plan, not just something that they could improvise on. He started to get up, only for Archer to grab him by the wrist.

"Kid. Tell me something."

"Yeah?"

"You got an exit strategy here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know that look. You're going to do something stupid, and nobody's gonna stop you. But the question is, you got a way out for when it goes bad?"

"It's not gonna -"

"Kid..."

The timber wolf sighed, looking away and shaking his head. Archer did the same, letting go.

"Figured. You better figure one out."

"It's not going to go bad."

"You say that, but everyone does. And it always does. Sooner or later, it always does..."

There was just enough of a note of defeat in the other man's voice that Glyn wondered just what had gone wrong for the alien. Archer had always been so upbeat, but...

No, no, he didn't have time to be thinking of that. He needed to be getting back to the ship, and -

Fuck. There was one more thing.

"I need a favor."

"Heh, you're gonna need to dance again for that."

"I need five hundred units."

"...You're going to need to dance a lot for that..."

Glyn returned to the ship with more cum on his fur and shorts than he wanted to admit, but he had the information that he needed, and the units that he had promised Rocket. He stopped at the door of the ship, waited for the gangplank to come up, and then put the rubber shorts on the hook beside it. Somehow, that actually felt a bit better. At least this way, his bits weren't all scrunched up against him.

He had barely taken two steps into the hold, however, before Rocket was calling to him from the cockpit.

"You better have those units, pup."

"I got 'em," he called back.

"How much?"

"Five hundred."

"Holy - you whored yourself for that much?"

The raccoon poked his head around the corner, and he could just barely make out the fact that Rocket's shoulders were bare. That meant that the raccoon was probably naked, too, which probably meant that he was going to be taking some raccoon dick or being pushed under some raccoon paws before too much longer.

Just keep going...you can handle that for a bit longer...

There were other opportunities with working with Jonas's people again, too. Most of them knew him, either from Archer's club or from the times that he'd gone to visit Jonas in the first place. They were good folk, and if he gave them a good reason to start splitting from the new group...

Well, he might have something more than just a distraction. He might have some back-up.

Rocket hopped down from the cockpit, meeting him in the cargo hold. The raccoon had shrunk down to the same size that he had been when they'd first met, and he was bare to the waist, his jumpsuit hanging off his hips. He held out a hand, and Glyn handed over the money.

"...Kid, you got a money-making ass."

"So I've been told."

"You ready to head out? Looks like that's enough for fuel."

"Yeah. And I know where we're going." That had been the other reason to keep dancing. Finding out where the mercs had gone meant that they knew what to plan for. "You're not going to like it."

"Heh, I'm me. I'll make it work. Where are we going?"

Glyn told him. Rocket didn't like it.

"You gotta be kidding me..."

Glyn wished he was, but there was no mistaking it. Their ship orbited outside of a cluster of black holes, the kind of place that nobody went poking around unless they really, really wanted to risk blowing themselves to kingdom come. They'd been waiting there, their scanners on full blast, for any sign of an incoming freighter or anything else that knew the path through the black holes, since going in without the course properly laid in was all but suicide.

They'd been waiting for nearly three hours, too, something that didn't bode well. It should have been fairly busy, but if they hadn't seen anything for so long, that meant that they probably didn't get a lot of visitors. Rocket was slowly turning his head towards him, narrowing his eyes.

"I swear, this is the place," Glyn said, defensively.

"It better be. If you're lying to me..."

Rocket was not in a good mood. Probably needed to get his balls drained, all things considered, but there wasn't really an opportunity for that now. They needed to be on alert, and there was no way that was happening while they were horny.

So, they sat, and they waited. The longer they waited, the tenser the cockpit felt, and the more that Glyn hoped that Archer hadn't been fucking with him.

He wouldn't do that...not when it's this important...

It was the second to last piece. Once they got this one, then they could go after the last one, and then all they had to do was get to the legendary forge. That wasn't that hard a list...well, if you broke it down like that, it wasn't. When you started including the details, it was still pretty damn hard.

The black holes did the opposite of shimmering as they watched them. It was hard to think of how to describe it, but if suns let off light, then black holes did the opposite. They sucked it in, and as they did, it somehow pulled attention just as much as light, and it was disturbing. It was like seeing reality crumble before your eyes, seeing things just going from being there to, well, not being there. It gave him a headache, but he couldn't look away, not when he might -

Ping.

"There!"

He pointed straight ahead, just over the event horizon of one of the black holes. Rocket had just seen it, too, and was pulling the ship around, gunning the engines before the other ship could pick them up. The more ambient energy that they put out, the better chance that the other ship's scanners would just think that their engines firing were part of the background 'noise' of space in this sector.

As Rocket rocketed them around the black holes, finding a spot just behind the cargo freighter in its sensor blind spot, Glyn was pulling out a tablet. He tapped on it, speed-writing something.

"What the crap are you doing?" Rocket called back.

"They're going to hail us soon, and you're gonna want this."

"Yeah? And what am I gonna want?"

"Something to say."

They had to get in somehow, and that meant that they were going to need a good excuse. If they sounded like they were some people coming from one of the merc companies, then they'd be let in as potential new recruits that had missed the first transport wave. If they sounded like complete randos, then they would be chased off, at best. In a secure place like this, it was a hell of a lot more likely that they were going to be blasted out of the sky.

He was just about done as Rocket flew them through the black holes, and was about to pass the tablet to Rocket when they reached an open area. Between a series of event horizons, in the space where the different black holes stopped trying to rip everything apart, was a planetoid, one that had been obviously altered by climate-control devices, and which had been given an atmosphere that seemed to be working for it.

The green-blue sphere was also surrounded by no fewer than twenty-one armed defense platforms, each one aimed outwards to stop anyone from getting close that didn't need to be there, and they were slowly rotating to take aim at them. Rocket chuckled.

"Heh, so that's what's hiding in here."

"They're aiming at you," Glyn said.

"I know."

"They're gonna blow us up."

"Nah, they're not gonna shoot."

"The hell they're not!"

"Trust me, kid. I know what I'm doing..."

The cockpit console lit up with a hailing channel. He tried to pass the tablet to Rocket, but the raccoon waved him off, tapping the answer button without hesitation.

A hologram of a horned man - a single horn, sticking out from the center of his face, almost like a rhino's curved horn - stood there. He was otherwise mostly human, though with gray skin and thicker muscles than the average humanoid, and dressed in a uniform that screamed commanding officer with all its medals along the chest and shoulders.

"Attention, small craft. You are intruding on private space. Declare your business or prepare to be shot down."

"Heh, hey, you want to shoot down some private whores for your men, be my guest."

"...Whores?"

Whores? Glyn mouthed, though from out of view. Rocket didn't answer, just continuing whatever spiel had come to him.

"Yeah, whores. Ya know, the guys that come down and let you put your pricks in 'em? I knew that you guys were slow, but come on, chuckle-heads. You got a brain in that head of yours, don't ya?"

"...Explain."

"Well, if I gotta explain what a brain is -"

"The whoring, creature. The whoring."

"Heh, well, that's easy. You're gonna put your dicks in us, and we're gonna take it. For cheap, too; just pay us fuel and 10% on top of that, and you can use us however ya like."

"...You may land. Docking bay 30."

"You got it. Better hope you got a fat cock, too."

Click. The channel closed, and Rocket fell back in his seat with a laugh, hugging his stomach.

"Oh, man. The look on his face when we run off with his stuff. It's gonna be good."

"What...the hell...did you just do?" Glyn asked, his mouth all but hitting the floor.

"Hey, kid, trust me. This is the better idea."

"This is better?!"

"You think that anyone's gonna look at me and not see Rocket Raccoon?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Look at me. Think I could really disguise myself as anything else?"

"..."

"Yeah. Ain't gonna happen. Not unless they think I'm something so different that they don't even think of that. Rocket? Ain't gonna be a whore, but if I pretend, they're not going to see the real me."

"...That...makes some small amount of sense...But what about -"

"Oh, you're gonna be a whore, too. It ain't gonna be just me. But one of us is gonna get picked by the commander, and the other..."

The other was going to get picked by the men, and Glyn was 'the other.' He watched as the scantily-clad raccoon was led off by the commanding officer like a kid with an adult, and he shivered as he felt that image tickle all kinds of warning bells in the back of his head.

He, however, was left in the barracks with the rest of the soldiers. A lot of horned men, some aliens that were green or yellow or pink-skinned, with a similar build to Archer, and some of them that were completely insane-looking, like two that were made entirely of tentacles. He didn't know if they were going to want the same sort of attention as the rest of the soldiers, but he wasn't ruling it out. Not at this point.

No sooner had the commanding officer taken Rocket away, however, than Glyn was grabbed tight. The rubber shorts were yanked off him in record time, and he hit one of the barracks' beds without further ceremony. He bounced once before someone pulled his arms over his head, and someone else ground a damp foot against his face. One of the horned men, he realized, and the gray-toned sole in his face was rather musky, sweaty, and...and slippery against his face.

"Alright, slut, let's put you to work..."

The timber wolf groaned as his muzzle was pushed down, his face held sideways against the bed. The smell of sweat, musk, cock, and more was all over him, and he could feel their hands pulling his legs apart, lifting his hips up, exposing his ass so it was in easy usable reach for everyone in the room.

Oh god...oh god...

Glyn had never been so overwhelmed before, and he was gasping for air under the foot on his face. Rocket had been one thing, but this was something else. He groaned as he felt someone sliding between his legs, the heat of a cock pressing against his ass cheeks. There was no way for him to fight back, not without breaking cover.

Soon, there was no way to fight back at all. He groaned as a fat cock pressed against his pucker, forcing its way in a split-second later, working past his rim and going into his depths without warning and without mercy. He gasped for breath, each mouthful of air tainted with the smell and taste of the foot on his face. Other cocks rubbed against him, some slapping against his hands, others against his feet, leaving oily smears behind.

Every breath he took reminded him of the rut that was waiting for him, but it was that cock in his ass that took all his attention. Rocket had been big, and this guy was almost the same size, large enough to keep his hole spread wide and making it impossible for him to think of anything but that.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gritted his teeth, trying not to moan, but the mercenaries knew just where to push. More to the point, the first guy was big - huge, even - and that meant that his size was pushing right on the wolf's prostate constantly. There was no getting away from it, no mercy, no different position that he could roll into that would affect him some little bit less. It was a merciless assault on his insides that refused to stop.

It didn't take long before the big guy came, thankfully. A few minutes of pounding later, he dropped his load, a hot warmth spreading through Glyn's hole before he pulled out. However, no sooner had he stopped than the timber wolf was pushed back, his legs up near his head, and his ass was lifted further into the air. His eyes went wide as another man laid over him, the next horned man slamming in and using the creampie as lube.

He howled at that, the pressure on his prostate returning, and his pre-cum raining down on his chest. The soldier standing on his face smeared his foot back and forth, leaving sweat everywhere, and the timber wolf whimpered in embarrassment and need.

"Better get used to it. We've not had a whore in weeks."

"Nnngh?"

"Hope your mouth is as good as your ass."

He opened his mouth to protest, only for a pair of toes to get shoved past his muzzle. A slight gag was followed by a groan of utter contentment. There was something...something good about...

"Let's see if we can get two in him at once."

Glyn groaned, too out of it to entirely realize that he was being pulled around. His head went off one side of the bed, and the cushion that had been holding him up disappeared, replaced by someone's body. But why would someone want to be under -

POP!

POP!

"NNNNNGH!"

His eyes all but bugged out of their sockets as he felt the second cock slamming in with the first one, his hole stretched out further than it had ever been before. Even with Rocket's cock, even with that first soldier's cock, his hole had been just...kind of stretched. But now, there were two inside, and they were obviously competing to see if either of them could get him to cum before they did.

And they were going to. He could already feel it coming...

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Eventually, it was done. Or at least, mostly done. He felt that it had been hours since they had started, and perhaps it was. Or maybe it had been less than one. They had been relentless, regardless, and had hammered him full of seed, and covered his feet, balls, cock, and face with more of it. Some had thrust so far down his throat that he was half-sure that he could still taste their cock in the depths of it.

However, he was finally allowed to roll out of the bed, sitting on the edge of it. The horned men had either been called on-shift, or they were done with him completely. Either way, they were not bothering him any longer, and only the other species were staring at him now, as if debating who got the next turn with him. He shivered. It was an entirely different experience to be fucked in front of a group this large and then wait for someone else to take a turn than it was to be fucked and 'owned' by Rocket. He wasn't sure that he entirely liked this one, particularly considering how un-armed he was.

Just as he was about to make a leap of faith for one of them, though, the thick-shouldered, green soldiers that he remembered from Jonas's company appeared. They walked in from the other side of the barracks, saw him, and saw the mess. He saw their officer put two and two together, and put a smile on his face as the big guy walked his way.

"Ventman," he said with a grin. "Good to see you again."

"What in the fuck is a whore like you doing in a place like this?" the big guy asked.

"Oh, you know. Just stuff. Business."

"Well, we got unfinished 'business' with you. Come over to our part of the barracks."

"Happily."

He got up and followed them to their bunks, and before long, he was surrounded on all sides by the soldiers that knew him from the other station. Admittedly, they knew him from his dances and his occasional meetings with Jonas more than anything else, but he was closer to being one of them than he was to being a whore. That was enough to make him feel safer than he had been.

"So, Ventman. What's up?" he asked, casual as could be as he took a seat.

"Heh, you can see what's up."

"Yeah...bad times since, you know?"

"You wouldn't believe it..."

"Well, I might be able to help you out a bit with that."

"Glyn, unless you found some sort of hidden treasure, there's nothing you can help with. Big guy doesn't pay much, but he pays the bills, and he makes sure that we got a place to sleep."

"Actually...I have. I'm this close to finding Jonas's treasure."

That had every eye in the group on him, and that meant every, single, eye. They leaned in, all save for a couple that kept their eyes peeled, watching the rest of the soldiers that were in the barracks and wanting a turn with the 'whore.' Suddenly, he had become the most valuable thing in the world for them.

"You...you have it?" Ventman asked.

"Almost. If we get Jonas's piece back from the guy here, we'll have 3 of the 4."

"And the last one?"

"I can get it," he lied. "But I need a way out...and some back-up when the time comes."

"...What do we need to do?" Ventman asked.

The End

Summary: Glyn needs a way to get some leverage back from Rocket, and after finding out where the rest of the pieces are, he finds it.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Anal, Timber Wolf, Sci-Fi, Aliens, Raccoon, Strip Show, Exhibitionism, Pole Dancing, Series, Rocket Raccoon, Prostitution,