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Rocket sighed contently after stepping out of the bathroom connected to the private quarters. He very much enjoyed taking a soak in the hot water and the size of the tub itself made it practically a pool for him. The relaxing atmosphere was both calming and allowed him to finally think. He formulated more of this plan, keeping it simple. The less factors he needed to rely on, the more likely the plan was to work.

He returned to Braken, who was dressed in his armor again, and told him about the plan. All the guard needed to do was tell everyone who good of a fuck Rocket was. Once that was done, Rocket assured that he could get the ball rolling from there.

"We're gonna need more on our side," Rocket explained. "You just leave that to me."

"Very well. I'll do my part," the leading guard assured. Their time was just about up, the chain was reattached to the collar and Braken led Rocket out of his room and back down into the dungeon. There were other guards doing the same. While being shut up in his cell Rocket noticed that Braken was talking to some other guards. When hearing his name being mentioned the raccoon smirked.

While walking past some guards gave Rocket a look and he made sure to wink at them. They returned above ground and the raccoon figured there was nothing more to do than relax and wait for when the time was right. It wasn't easy but he managed to get a nap in while lying on the hard ground.

When waking up, he noticed that some of the prisoners were missing. That meant that he wasn't selected to meet the king that day. Rocket found no issue with this, not being in the mood to deal with the cocky tyrant anyways. In fact, he could make use of this. Noticed that there was a guard standing at the end of the dungeon, looking rather bored until their eyes met. This big lizard wasn't wearing the decorated armor that Braken and the other higher guards were, clad in nothing more than a loincloth that had the visage of the kingdom, the same as the others.

Seeing his chance, Rocket gave a wink to the guard. He felt a bit foolish but pretending that he was talking to Braken helped him keep up the act. So far it was working. Not only was the guard still looking at him, but their yellow eyes scanned up and down, clearly admiring the unique creature's form.

"Like what you see? You can even touch it if you want. Come on, just you and me," Rocket encouraged.

The guard looked hesitant, looking back towards the stairs.

"The king doesn't have to know. I'm sure as shit not gonna tell him," Rocket said.

A gasp had come from the guard, as if he was offended. But another glance back towards the stairs was given. The weapon was set down and the keys were picked up along with a chain. His cell was opened and Rocket stood in place while the chain was attached to his collar.

On top of getting a guard to agree, Rocket was made aware of a side door in the dungeon. On the other side was a simple storage room. It was the perfect place in his book, being out of sight and so close to the cells.

He got himself comfortable on a woven bag of something soft being held inside. It was much better than lying on the cell floor. After sighing a bit, Rocket made sure to move his tail, letting his hole be seen.

"Ready when you are."

The guard let out a shaky exhale and took off the loincloth, revealing the length that had already been coming out of his slit. It wasn't as big as Braken's but it was already producing precum. Heaving himself off of the bag, Rocket approached and placed both hands on the shaft, feeling it pulse against his touch. Running them up and down, he listened to the moans made by the purple scaled guard, feeling his hands becoming wetter and stickier from the copious fluid still flowing from the tip.

"You got a name?" Rocket asked.

"G-Gerc..." the lizard responded.

"Well, Gerc. You and I are about to have some fun."

With that, Rocket opened his muzzle and began to lick at the tip, getting the heavy taste on his tongue. Suddenly, it wasn't as bad as he remembered. Feeling it dribble over the surface, Rocket let the precum pool until he had to swallow it down. His tongue began to slowly drag around the tip, tracing the circumference while his hands were back to stroking the rest.

"Mmm..." Gerc moaned, already melting under the touch of the raccoon. It had been so long since he felt the touch of another. He watched as the higher ranked guards got to have their fun with prisoners, leaving him and the others to hope their chance would come. But there was little chance in that. Drallus hardly trusted anyone and everyone tread carefully to keep from being on his bad side.

It was exciting though, not only getting his fill on someone else's touch but also taking the chance to fool around with one of the prisoners himself. If the king found out, he could very well be cast out and left to fend for himself in the jungle. He would just have to make sure that the king would never find out, seeing that there was no turning back at this point.

"Something on your mind, big guy?" Rocket asked.

"It's just... The king wouldn't approve of this," Gerc said awkwardly.

"He's got you all on a tight leash. But doesn't it feel good to just do what you want?" he asked, giving the base a good squeeze. Gerc shuddered and nodded. "I'll let you in on a secret. I'm planning on kicking that king out on his ass. Braken and I got a plan and we could use someone like you."

"Braken?! The king..? I... I..."

"I'll give you some time to think about it," Rocket said before pushing his mouth down on the twitching and heavily leaking cock. The moans from Gerc got louder, having thrown his head back and squirt a thick line of pre to the back of Rocket's throat. It was a bit surprising but he managed to swallow that down with the rest of the ever flowing fluid.

Not being as thick as Braken's, Rocket was able to fit the girth comfortably into his muzzle, slowly pushing it down past the tip. He let about half of it slide into his muzzle, stopping when it was just short of reaching into his throat. Keeping himself like that, the raccoon made sure his tongue was still giving plenty of attention, lapping at all sides and feeling the pulses getting stronger as time went on.

Once ready the raccoon started to bob his head back and forth, pushing even further ahead. The reason he paused earlier was so precum could spurt and collect just where his throat started. He used the slick fluid to help get the shaft down without much issue. The idea worked and the large maleness managed to fit itself into his snug windpipe, sliding right down and deep inside. He felt the pre being smeared along the soft walls of his esophagus, leaving a warming sensation when pulling his head back, feeling it retreat from deep inside.

When sliding over his tongue again, Rocket felt it throb before unleashing another thick line of clear pent up essence. The more he tasted it, the less off-putting the raccoon found it, being able to drink it down without much thought at this point. Working his mouth and throat, the smaller male was putting up a convincing argument without saying a single word.

It was starting to get a bit messy but Rocket persisted, feeling strings of the excess dribbling down his chin, getting his fur sticky all over again. There was constant stimulation given. When his tongue wasn't brushing the warm and sloppy surface, his throat had it in a firm hold, surrounding it in additional warmth and squeezing down on it on top of that.

Sailing back and forth, Rocket moved on to doing both, giving plenty of quick licks before having it all dive down into his windpipe, lavishing the flesh with some purposefully extra firm clenches of his throat muscles. All the while, Gerc was trembling and sweating, knees trembling and his moans came out strained. It was nearly overwhelming, the pleasure being constant and Rocket's small size made everything feel rather tight.

Clenching his sharp teeth and screwing his eyes shut, Gerc could feel his climax rising. The pulses of his cock were getting stronger and he was able to tell there would be an even bigger payoff. Rocket was aware of this too, sucking the other male off harder while gulping down the last mouthful of precum that came. Just a bit more and Gerc let out a deep hiss, nearly falling over as his overfilled internal balls pumped cum through the shaft and into Rocket's mouth, coming out in strong jets that gushed right down into the raccoon's gullet.

From there, Rocket did his best to keep up with the incoming volleys of seed but he could only drink down so much all at once. Having their orgasms lasting quite a bit, he felt the rest leaking out. His chin and neck fur became soaked with the cum that rushed out of the raccoon's muzzle, having underestimated just how much the pent up guard had to give. Gerc was groaning out in pure ecstasy, reacting to every swell and gush his cock made, having pumped many loads worth into the mammal's muzzle, panting hard until he began to come down from the orgasmic high.

Slowly, the length pulled out, still being hard and dripping some thick white strings. Rocket groaned and swallowed down what remained in his mouth, feeling it run thick down into his stomach, bringing a wave of heat that radiated out from the pit of his gut.

"So, what do you think now?" Rocket asked.

"I uh..." Gerc began to consider. If the prisoner's words were to be believed then even Braken took issue with their king's reign, seeking to put it to an end. The idea of confronting Drallus alone terrified him but if they all worked together... "Yes, I'll help you."

That was just what Rocket wanted to hear, being glad that all the effort and getting messy all over again wasn't for nothing. It also proved that his plan could very well work.

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now, let's seal the deal," Rocket said. He gave the cock a slow stroke before leaning back. This made the other male shiver a bit and the chain slipped from Gerc's grip. But Rocket made no attempt to flee, instead getting himself comfortable on the bag again, lying on his stomach while lifting his tail.

"Come and get it," he challenged, giving a wink to the lizard. He could tell that Gerc was the kind to get cold feet, some a bit extra would get it to really stick in the lizard's head.

Gerc did look surprised, but his cock was still hard and gave a throb when seeing the hole again. He also reacted to the sight of it being prepared. Rocket made sure to collect the mess of fluids on his palm when running his hand along the flesh. They didn't have time for some deep rimming so this would have to do.

"Damn..." Rocket muttered, easing his cum-lubed fingers into his hole, smearing the still warm substance along his walls. While Gerc approached, the smaller male slid his fingers back and forth, getting himself ready in a short time. They popped out and Rocket fully allowed access to the other male, being right behind him now.

Gerc got on his knees, being the right height to penetrate the lying mammal. His nervousness diminished, the persisting need to drain the rest of his stored seed taking priority. Not even wondering about what the king would say or even being caught, the lizard lined up his tip, touching it to the entrance before he pushed himself inside.

"Ooahh..." Gerc moaned, sinking his inches inside of the slick and tight passage. Rocket was groaning as well but was able to take it thanks to the makeshift lube and his earlier session with Braken. Those factors made it easier for him, feeling more pleasure than anything else. It allowed him to appreciate the sensation of being filled.

The more he lifted his tail for these guys, the more willing he was to do it again. Gerc had pushed every inch in and was already pulling back, having a strange sense of care in his actions, even having a soft hold on the raccoon's lower body.

"Nice and slow, huh?" Rocket teased.

"Just getting a feel for it," Gerc said, grunting a bit as he began to pull back. He wasn't quite prepared for how much tighter the mammal's tailhole compared to the already snug throat. The cum that had been rubbed inside combined with the precum already spilling from his tip, making it even slicker and sloppier inside. Pushing back in was almost too easy, making a wet smack from his scaly hips pressing firmly to Rocket's backside.

"Fuck..." Rocket moaned to himself, digging his claws into the burlap. He felt his body being rocked along with the thrusts, feeling them getting a bit stronger as Gerc started to get more and more into it. As for him, his cock was starting to get hard again, reacting to smooth pleasure coming from the flesh sailing back and forth against his sensitive insides.

"Grrk..." the guard grunted, pushing his cock in with a bit more force than before. It seemed the mild mannered Gerc had a wilder side to him.

"Come on," Rocket encouraged, a toothy grin spreading across his muzzle. "Give me all you got." He wanted to see just what the purple scaled lizard man could do. His words and a firm squeeze down onto the shaft got Gerc to stiffen and huff deeply, feeling the sudden burst of pleasure that came from the unexpected action.

"A-alright," Gerc nodded. It had been a while since he had done something like this. Certain feelings were starting to return to him; that instinctual need to sate himself. Without much thought, his body was already putting more effort into rutting, plunging his cock deep inside of the supple hole, feeling it practically sucking his cock in and giving it some stronger squeezes from the prostate being repeatedly touched. Another small growl came from him, pumping some more pre inside.

"So tight..." the guard muttered, being impressed by how the mammal's hole felt so good, remaining firm around his dick.

Feeling the pleasure climb, Gerc began humping faster, putting more pressure down on the prostate. The girth pressed down on the prostate, rubbing over it in a way that made Rocket gasp and jerk. Biting his lip, the raccoon let himself get lost in the feeling, his cock throbbing harder. His own brand of precum was leaking more and more onto the bag. Not only could feel it pounding deeply into him, but also the continued spurts of precum. That messy feeling inside of him, both hot and drenched with layers of it.

"Almost there..." Rocket said to himself, his tail flicking rapidly. Their voices were raising, overlaying each other. Gerc was still slamming himself inside, his shaft pulsing harder inside of him. The pleasure, the precum oozing out of him and his claws digging into the woven fabric....

"I'm...g-gonna..." Gerc announced, the pleasure being too much for him to take. He made some last few thrusts, snarling in an uncharacteristic manner. He pressed himself firmly to Rocket, feeling his shaft swelling and spew for the second time.

"Aaauugh!!" Rocket yelled out as well, those last few ruts being the thing to get him off as well. His own cock began shooting his own ropes of seed onto the bag, making enough of a mess to leave a stain, already soaking into the fabric. He shivered and nearly tore into the bag with his claws from having his fists clenched so hard.

Right after his own orgasm, Gerc snorted and began pumping his second load inside of the racoon. Adding to the bliss that overcame him, Rocket could feel the hot jets that flooded his already overfilled ass all over again, spilling out onto the bag, soaking its outside in both of their loads. The guard held himself steady, riding out his extended climax, feeling every string of seed that jetted from his tip.

"Not bad. Not bad at all..." the brown furred male said, sighing in complete comfort. Gerc had stopped cumming and he didn't even mind the messiness that soaked and clung to his backside.

"Thanks," Gerc chuckled, pulling himself out. "Uh, what do we do about this mess?"

"Just leave it. Trust me, this room's about to get a lot messier..."

Just as he did with Braken, the prisoner asked Gerc to pass the message on, telling other guards of the fun they had. Back in his cell, pelt still a mess, Rocket was able to get another nap in. When waking up again he had no idea what time it was. But he did notice that all of the prisoners were present in their cells and there was a new guard standing watch. He got up and yawned, still feeling rather sticky down there.

Taking the place of the purple lizard as now a bright yellow scaled one, having slightly less bulk but a noticeably longer tail than the ones he had seen so far. The latter part was resting on the dungeon floor, sliding to the left a bit as he eyed Rocket, gazing with pink eyes rather than yellow ones. Looking closer, he also noticed that this lizard had a narrower snout than most as well.

"You look different," Rocket said aloud, making the guard tilt his head. "...From Braken or Gerc."

"That's because I'm a different species," the lizard said curtly, almost sounding a bit offended.

"Sorry, it's not so easy for me to tell. I don't know if it's obvious but I'm not from around here," Rocket responded.

"So I've heard." Now looking closely at the native, he could see the expression on their face had changed, just slightly though.

"Hmm. And what else have you heard? Maybe something about me?"

The two of them started to talk back and forth and it didn't take long before he offered for them to talk some more in a private setting. The lizard tilted his head again, looking back and forth as if he was expecting someone. When seeing the coast was clear, he left his post and approached Rocket, having a chain ready to be attached to the prisoner's collar.

The other prisoners whispered to each other. But Rocket gave them a wink and nod when passing them by. They went quiet after that. It was clear that they had heard the "rumors" as well. If not, the raccoon made a mental note to catch them up on the plan later. Surely if anyone wanted to be free from the king's rule, it would be them.

Being back in the storage room, Rocket was getting to work. While running his hands up down a cock that was slimmer than the ones before, the raccoon began to casually mention his plans to get the king off the throne.

"As if someone like you could pull that off," the guard huffed, feeling the unique pleasure that came from furry hands teasing him rather than the scaly hands he was used to.

"Maybe not alone. But I got Braken and Gerc on my side. We could use someone like you too..." To further entice the yellow lizard, he traced his finger slowly along the underside, going from base to tip. He felt it throb from the touch, and a groan sounded through clenched sharp teeth.

"Very well. But I'm not risking my position unless you get more numbers."

"Fair enough. You got a name?" Rocket asked.

"Holt," the lizard hissed, his tail thumping to the storage room's floor. Again, the tone of his voice was a bit harsh, the name coming out in a spitting manner. Rocket could tell that he was dealing with someone with a short temper, much like himself. It was also a safe bet to assume Holt wasn't the kind of guy to go out on a limb, needing a safety net of sorts before going fully in.

"The plan's gonna go just fine. When it's put into action, I better see your ass charging in with the others," Rocket said, his tongue being much harsher, giving that same coldness and aggression in return.

Holt seemed a bit surprised, saying no more from then. Instead he just sighed when feeling the raccoon's hands on his maleness again, picking up where it left off. Gliding back and forth, the brown paws kept themselves wrapped around, it being easier to do so thanks to the girth not being as substantial as the others.

"Uunnfff..." Holt groaned, giving a small forward thrust of his hips, having his shaft slide against the soft hands. Rocket kept his grip and gave another squeeze to it, ears flicking when hearing more noises of pleasure from the other male. For someone so standoffish the yellow scaled guard folded to the pleasure rather quickly.

He was sure that Holt wouldn't directly admit it, but he was sure that he would be joining their cause. And if the quick melting under his touch wasn't convincing enough, then the sudden squirt of precum was a telltale sign. It had come out from the tip, being hot and thick, first landing on before starting to dribble down the raccoon's muzzle. Rocket jumped a bit but quickly adjusted to the feeling, running his tongue along gave him a taste and felt that it was rather thick, clinging to the surface.

'Heh. Here's that gun I've been looking for,' Rocket mused to himself, still working his hands along the dribbling cock.

Holt was one of the lesser guards, meaning he wasn't given the chance to have some fun with the prisoners. That left him to fend for himself when it came to his needs. But that was only so much satisfaction that could come from using his hands day in and day out. Having an almighty desire for more had been plaguing him for the longest.

When trading places with Gerc he noticed the usually soft spoken guard as in a rather good mood. Daring to ask why got him some surprising information, getting to keep an eye on the furry creature who had been sleeping at the time of him taking up the watch.

Now it all made sense. Just the touch alone was something he hadn't felt before. Those warm furry hands, getting sticky and warm with his pre. His species of lizard was a bit slimmer all around, but was known to be faster. Sure that meant his cock was slimmer than most of the other guard's, but his species made up for that in the way their fluids would jet out with pressurized force, ensuring their seed was planted deep into a mate.

Another line of thick cum being streaked across his face made things clear to Rocket. Having gotten the other male all riled up with his continued stroking, he moved on to the real good stuff, being rather quick to take it into his mouth, fearing another unexpected blast of the clinging substance.

"Mmm..." Holt moaned, already taking it upon himself to hump into the warm muzzle. He couldn't help himself. The warmth and wetness was more than enough to drive his instincts. Rocket grunted and gagged, being completely unprepared for not only the sudden deepthroating he was made to do but also the pressurized jets of pre that raced right down his throat.

Doing his best to adjust, he used his tongue and throat on the moving shaft, taking some control for himself. While the blasts of precum was something that his body just couldn't handle, Rocket was meeting each of these thrusts, pushing his head down in time with each rock forward of the scaly hips. It was much easier for him to take it deep inside as well, having his lips and nose making contact with the yellow scales of Holt's crotch.

Anyone nearby the heavy door could hear the muffled moans that came from the guard. He was drooling a bit from how good it felt, having his body just doing what it wanted to do. All of that sexual frustration was being put into his actions, depositing more and more of his backed up pre-ejaculate into the furry creature's mouth.

The longer it went on, the easier it became for the collared male. The moment he felt his throat filling up the raccoon began to drink it down, feeling the warmth pooling in his stomach. The growls that came from the bigger male was making him excited as well, but for now he kept his focus on pleasuring Holt as much as he could.

Basking in the warmth and wetness, Holt began to pound harder into Rocket's muzzle, his voice getting even louder. For a short amount of time he was forgetting all about the king and how wrong it was to mate without his expressed permission. His carnal needs were being met and there was no way he was stopping now...

"Grrrk...!!!" His voice caught in his throat when it finally came. A much stronger than usual climax all but overwhelmed the guard, his body shaking and his tail sweeping side to side, knocking some of the small objects aside. He was still humping, already enhancing the strong feelings. While deep in the mammal's throat his cock was pouring the even thicker seed directly down into the stomach, one hard rush after the other.

Rocket was barely able to keep up with it all. As soon as he gulped, his throat was just short of being flooded by the hot cream. He kept it up but Holt just continued cumming and it was getting too much for him to keep up with. He tapped on the guard and Holt reluctantly pulled his cock free. Gulping the mouthful down, Rocket was quick to put his hands back on the still squirting shaft, giving it some steady jerks up, milking all that Holt had left to give. Those fat ropes came down onto his body, making his front side just as messy as the back.

"Oooohhh..." the yellow reptile sighed deeply, the last of his release having marked the otherworldly creature's body. He looked down at what he did and smirked, feeling nothing but a relief and satisfaction that his hands alone couldn't provide.

"So does that seal that deal?" Rocket asked, wiping some cum from his face.

"If we can do something like this again, I'll be there on the front lines!" Holt declared, having a more eased and even jovial tone. Having eased that internal pressure made him into an entirely different lizard.

Rocket nodded and was sure that the second round would be coming sooner than later. For now he urged Holt to keep spreading the word. The guard nodded and the two of them stepped out of the dungeon's storage, leading the raccoon back to his cell. Holt departed upstairs for some time, coming back with two towels. One was wet and the other was dry. Handing them both to Rocket, he provided a way for the smaller male to more or less clean himself up.

Rocket was grateful for it, while a proper bath or shower would have been a lot more effective, the towels at least rid all the excess from his pelt. "Thanks..."

Holt nodded and resumed standing guard.

"Is it true?" one of the prisoners asked. Rocket looked over to see them standing in front of the bars, looking directly at him. A thin pink colored one. "That you're...planning something?"

"Yeah it's true. And I'm pretty sure you all want to get the hell out of here. If we can get rid of that king of yours, you can all go free. Probably take back all the resources he stole too," Rocket brought up. The murmurs between prisoners grew louder, being sounds of excitement and agreement. "If you guys wanna help, just keep doing what you're doing. While the guards keep spreading rumors, you guys have to pretend that everything's going just fine, keeping the king unaware."

Over the next few days, they all did their part. Sometimes Rocket was chosen to come to the throne room but Drallus would never choose him. He would always glare at the furry creature. Sometimes Rocket would gulp, wondering if the biggest lizard man was aware of the scheme brewing in the capitol. But the only thing he seemed to care about was shouting orders and having someone wrapped around his cock.

Between being chosen by the guards given permission and those he convinced to have some fun in secret, Rocket was gaining more and more allies. At this point, he knew just how to get them riled up and completely agreeable. He was able to learn some of their names. Zeik was another burly guard with silver scales. He was another one reluctant to engage but Rocket had got him to agree in the end. And Ryyn, a red colored lizard was all too quick to join in. He seemed willing to agree to anything the raccoon asked for if it meant sating himself...

With more and more joining the cause, it wouldn't be long before a confrontation with the king himself would be in order...