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The very next day, everyone was still acting as usual. The day's selection was being made, gathering various prisoners from their cells. And among them was Rocket, being purposely chosen to enter the throne room along with them. He and the other prisoners acted as usual while being brought above ground. The guard escorting them was Holt; upon looking back, he and Rocket's gaze met and they gave each other a wink and nod.

"My king," Holt soon introduced, bowing to a bored looking Drallus. "Your selection for today."

"Hmm..." Drallus mused, looking among them. Not only did he notice Rocket being among those lined up to be picked by him, but the kingly reptile also noticed that the small creature had more than a few eyes on him. The other prisoners were quickly glancing at him and some of the guards were openly gazing upon him as well.

Drallus just scoffed at this. He wasn't suspecting that there was something going on, rather he didn't like the idea of some talking "fur haver" getting any sort of attention from his kind. He still saw the captive in the same way he viewed the mammals that inhabited their jungle environment, being nothing more than a lesser creature not worth his time.

With that, he chose someone more suitable to his tastes. A skinny green scaled lizardman was selected and was brought to the king directly. The guard handed off the leash attached to his collar.

Rocket fully expected that he wouldn't be chosen. He didn't act out of the ordinary or even say anything. Like the other prisoners, the raccoon remained kneeling. Again, his eyes dwelled on the king's massive cock. Even with all the precum it could produce, the humanoid dick was roughly shoved into the clearly unprepared prisoner.

The prisoner being already thrust into was moaning out but it was clear to hear the pain in the smaller reptile's tone. Rocket winced at the idea, being reminded of his own bad encounters with bottoming. But having been with the guards made him realize that it wasn't all bad. He had a lot of fun and received even more pleasure from taking their cocks. Drallus was the kind to give no consideration, the kind that had got Rocket to swear off on bottoming before landing here. What he needed was to be taken down a peg or two...

His and the green lizard's eyes met and they shared a small nod. Rocket knew that the prisoner was trying to endure best he could. The longer it went on, the easier it would be to take from the excess pre that all of their species produced. But for now, he was going to have to ride it out. It was all for the sake of the plan.

With the king having chosen his pick, the higher ranking guards were allowed a pick as well. Drallus hadn't noticed that they weren't so eager to just snatch up one of the smaller reptiles. Some were even asked if they would like to be rutted by them first. When the accepting partners were chosen, Rocket was the only one left off just like before. But he was suddenly picked up and held in a very familiar way.

Chuckling in response, Rocket already knew that it was Braken, always being nearby. Usually Braken would take his pick into a more private setting but this time called for them to do this right in the throne room.

Drallus was still unaware of what the others were doing, being consumed with the pleasure he felt. Naturally as king, he was entitled to anything he wanted and this was the best form of not only showing his strength but punishing those who challenged his rule. For them, he would be purposely rough, feeling a rise of satisfaction in plunging his large cock in deep.

While the prisoner in his clutch was repeatedly crying out from his shaft pushing into their guts, the king himself was growling pleasantly. He always enjoyed the feeling of an extra tight hole around his maleness. And pushing down hard on the prostate got that same hold to clench down on him. Having it wrapped so snugly around his cock got it already producing more precum and that made it easier to plunge deep inside. The added slickness and warmth brought a more pleasant sensation as well.

Aside from the noises that he and the prisoner made, the deep wet squelches and hisses of his dick slamming itself into the soft ass could be repeatedly heard, getting louder when the king started to actually thrust with his large and strong legs. That pushed in deep enough to make a visible bulge in the much smaller male's stomach.

From this, the prisoner cried out. It had all happened before he was ready, bringing more pain than pleasure. He squirmed hard but the king was quick to hold him down.

"You should learn your place," Drallus huffed, finding the smaller reptile's attempts at escaping rather pitiful. His punishment was meant to be something endured and not for leisure. The only to get pleasure out of this was the king himself. Feeling his tip and shaft jam itself into the other male's depths, the maned reptile titled his head back and sighed deeply.

He didn't expect an answer to be given, already taking matters even further. Growling out even deeper, the king roughly pounded his cock into the absolutely spread tailhole, listening to the continued cries from the lizardman and the even sloppier sounds of his dick pummeling its way inside. His excess was already leaking out of the captive, more of it still being pumped from his external balls, the sack smacking against the other male's underside. It was making quite a mess, the thick clear fluid oozing out and trickling down the throne.

Rocket had kept his attention on the scene until Braken was upon him. The leading guard had smoothly walked in, his presence being nothing out of the ordinary. Somehow the two of them managed to be the only ones left off, leaving no choice but to pair up. That was something the raccoon certainly wasn't complaining about.

"Ready when you are," he muttered, keeping his tone low enough to not be heard by Drallus. Braken understood exactly and just nodded, acting in the same way that the other guards were. From appearance alone it looked no different from the usual affairs, but the guards and prisoners had an extra something about them today. The prisoners were paired with the guard they chose and the sex wasn't something that had to be done, rather something they were able to fully enjoy. Of course they kept their reactions restrained so Drallus wouldn't catch on but for Rocket and the others in the know, it was almost too obvious.

Playing their parts as well, Rocket presented himself to Drallus, acting just another obedient prisoner meant to be carelessly used by a guard. Braken didn't have to do much more than ease his body over the smaller male, his hefty cock sliding out from its vent, being already wet and starting to drip. He planted his bulky body over Rocket, obscuring the raccoon from view quite a bit. This chance was used by the furry creature, reaching back and gripping Braken's cock.

He gave the hot and already viscous erection a few tugs to get his own hand equally messy, bringing it back to prod at his own tailhole, quickly preparing himself for what was to come. Braken remained in place, giving his friend ample time to get ready. When Rocket gave him the 'okay' the tip finally lined up with his ass, making the first push that slid the pointed tip inside first. Braken made sure to ease himself inside both smoothly and gently. It helped that the mammal had been used so many times that his hole now had a sense of elasticity to it. Steadily burying his inches inside, Braken soon bottomed out inside of the much smaller creature, the both of them making some noise from this.

"...Damn..." Rocket muttered. Even though the entry gave him no trouble, the feeling of having his ass so snugly filled still sent shudders down his spine. Despite their setting, the sex had between them had a bit of passion laced it in. Braken was already moaning a bit when rocking his hips slowly, feeling his cock grinding inside of the snug hole. Even after so much, Rocket's ass was still tight around him, making his body tremble just from small rocking.

Muttering a response, Braken joined the other guards in fucking their chosen prisoner. Drallus still wasn't paying much attention to any of them, still being consumed with his own indulgence. At least the prisoner made to take his length was finally feeling the ease that the precum and his own body's eventual adjustment brought. He was glad to see that it wasn't as bad now. But having truly watched the way Drallus treats his own, the leading guard was more than certain in his choice of betrayal. He also felt rather shameful of himself for not doing something about a long time ago. He had just been hoping that things would one day become better, blindly carrying out orders and actions that did little more to serve the king and those he trusted for the time being. But it was that trust that would soon be part of his undoing...

Rocket was starting to moan a bit from the steady humping. He felt it smoothly being moved back and forth within his ass, keeping his ass filled and rim spread around the thick and long flesh. Though small, it was the perfect size in Rocket's eyes. Even with all the extra slippery precum in the world, he doubted that he could take Drallus and was just a bit thankful that the king had never attempted. He made sure to keep an eye on the king's actions while also basking in the pleasure given to him by the lizardman, hearing the deeper grunts and soft moans in his twitching ears.

Wetly smacking his cock into Rocket's ass repeatedly, Braken began to pick up the pace a bit, being fueled by his own excitement. All the same he made sure to pace himself. It was important that they and the others outlast the ruler...

Drallus was huffing deeply and snorting through his nose. The prisoner's belly was a bit swollen from the precum that was pumped inside. Growling deeper and holding the smaller male a bit tighter, Drallus suddenly began to slam himself inside, his lower half repeatedly bouncing up and down, tugging his cock along with it. He kept the other male very close to him, snarling deeply as he finally came. While a reverberating groan left him, Drallus was soon pumping a huge load into the prisoner he chose, feeling his balls drawing up while pumping it all through his throbbing shaft.

While the king was blowing his load, the others were quick to spring into action. Even Braken had pulled out of Rocket before rushing out for the king that was too distracted with his own climax to immediately react. The prisoner on his lap was quick to pull off, being unsteady on his feet. He was helped by others while the bulkier lizardmen were already piling into the king. Their methods were similar to what they did for Hagan, who was still currently tied up and left in the guard's room for the time being, but this time they were more organized in holding down the king.

Given his superior strength, Drallus was able to rise from the throne, lifting a considerable amount of lizards with him. But more came down on him, both bulky guards and thinner prisoners. Drallus tried to peel them off but there were too many and he was quickly overwhelmed, being brought to his knees.

"What is this?" Drallus snarled.

"This is an uprising, your highness," Rocket taunted. Drallus roared at this but could do nothing more than struggle. Dirrik came running in, handing something to Braken rather quickly. The leading guard held what looked to be another one of the collars. This one was much larger and had symbols etched into the smooth rubbery material. Braken was quick to fashion it around the king's neck and it held firm, looking almost fused to the scales of Drallus' neck.

Almost instantly, Drallus stopped struggling. He was still growling in anger but seemed to have no will to fight anymore. The other eased off of him and even without the weight of many other lizardmen, the defeated king still had yet to stand up let alone fight back.

"What's up with him?" Rocket asked, having expected more of a fight.

"We unearthed the old collars meant to subdue those who become too unruly. It weakens the wearer's strength to the point they're no longer a threat. You and the other prisoners are wearing a more...refined version," Braken explained.

Hearing that made Rocket gulp, feeling the collar that was still fitted to his neck. "You mean all this time... It's been because of this?"

"It's you're referring to offering your tailhole towards us, the collars don't make one submissive. They are simply made to weaken the wearer, giving them no chance against someone not wearing on. And besides, the collar now worn by Drallus is essentially a prototype, being much more potent in effect. Look at him. He can hardly move."

Now that Rocket had really thought about it, it had been a while since he had any violent thoughts. His overall plan was to work with the lizardmen rather than trying to fight them off and escape. Of course the raccoon's situation had multiple factors, being both locked up and needing to get off the planet in general. Either way, Rocket began to wonder just how many of his actions and choices were influenced by the collar.

"Here..." Braken touched the collar a few times, and it suddenly unlatched and away. Rocket saw it now sitting on the ground. Though uncollared, his neck felt no different. But he did different; namely he had a sudden desire to fuck something. His eyes instantly fell on Drallus and he smirked.

"Mind if I suggest something?" Rocket asked.

"Of course," Braken responded. "We are indebted to you now."

Rocket told them his idea. For his actions, the king needed to be punished and it made sense for him to be given the same treatment he subjected others to. The others agreed and Drallus was lifted up by some guards, made to bend over his throne, having his big ass on full display for his former underlings.

While the other prisoners were uncollared as well, Rocket was already acting on his desires. Taking in what Braken said, it seemed that the desire to top was another thing that was subdued for him. But with the collar off, he had his fill of being fucked and had a burning urge to do the fucking, especially towards the one that made him go through all of this.

"Don't you dare touch me, fur haver!" Drallus growled, trying to get away from the raccoon that approached him from behind. In addition to the weakening collar, his hands were bound by thick ropes as well. There was nothing stopping Rocket from giving a firm smack to his usually untouched ass.

Seeing the massive lizardman's ass jiggle from his touch, Rocket was inclined to come in closer, enough to press his hard cock to the grey scaled cheeks. He gave his tip some spit and pushed himself inside quickly and roughly. Whole he groaned from the extra tight tailhole, clearly having never been penetrated before, Drallus was hissing from the feeling.

"Fuck yeah..." Rocket huffed, climbing up on the much bigger male while pushing the rest of himself inside. The former king groaned aloud, having his hole spread around someone else's cock. And though Rocket himself was much smaller than all of them he packed a cock that was enough to make Drallus cry out. He felt not only the discomfort from being penetrated in such a fashion but also having the eyes of both guards and prisoners on him.

Rocket huffed as he jammed the last of his cock inside. He felt the hot hole wrapped tight around it, already producing a bit of his own precum that dripped inside of the maned reptile's tailhole. He looked around and saw that other lizards were already busy having sex. Some guards were back to humping prisoners while others had bent over and moaned out while being rutted by the smaller variety of lizards. Braken was standing close by, stroking himself as he watched the mammal continue.

Giving another smack to the large rump, Rocket began to hump into Drallus' ass. He moaned out from the unmistakable feeling of someone who had never taken cock before. The sound of his voice joined the moans and grunts of the others. The frustrations had for the former ruler were taken out in the form of rough humps that pushed his dick in as far as it could reach.

Drallus felt his body being rocked by such a small creature, even worse was the feeling that was forced into him, feeling that same lowly creature pumping its length through his exalted ass. The very idea disgusted him and yet Rocket had indeed taken his anal virginity, slamming himself in to the point that his furry balls were repeatedly clapping to the bound lizard's ass.

"R-release me! You can't do this! I'm- Aaahh!!" His words were already falling on deaf ears but were cut short when a sudden extra hard thrust came. Rocket had aimed just right and managed to hit Drallus' prostate dead on. This forced a broken groan out of him. His body shook in reaction to the feeling. Now that Rocket knew where the prostate was, he gave it plenty of attention to at least shut the overthrown ruler up.

Realizing that nobody was going to release him, it was all finally sinking in for Drallus. He was being used by a dirty mammal, feeling the streaks of precum being left inside of his tailhole. Hearing the sounds of pleasure from Rocket sent shivers down his spine all well, making it clear that he was enjoying himself.

The collar kept him from fighting back, being almost too weak to move. The most he could do on the outside was shift a bit. But did realize that he could clench down his tailhole. He had hoped that it would force Rocket's dick out but when feeling the hot flesh wrapping itself even tighter the raccoon proceeded to start thrusting even harder.

"It's gonna take a lot more than that!" Rocket snickered. "You've fucked over a lot of people, so it's only fair that they get to fuck you to make up for that!"

"No! I won't allow this!!" Drallus protested. "I am the latest in a great line of kings!"

"Well I don't give a shit about that. Besides, you make a better cocksleeve than a king!" Rocket taunted, knowing that it would rile the collared male up.

Drallus was furious when hearing that but there was nothing he could do. Meanwhile, Rocket was just ignoring any more words said by him. Feeling the pleasure rising within himself, the otherworldly creature began fucking the huge ass with more speed and power, listening to the sound of his own dick pumping in and out, making the cheeks clap and jiggle.

While slamming himself inside without relent, Rocket wasn't just feeling the steady approach of his climax but also assaulted the bottoming reptile's prostate. Now only did it keep the hole squeezing down on him, but Drallus was making reluctant moans. His own large cock was forced into hardness from that certain spot being repeatedly stimulated. Gaining an erection that was pulsing and dribbling brought a whole other level of humiliation, especially when hearing the murmurs and snickers of his former subjects who had no ounce of fear for him anymore.

A few more hard humps and Drallus was screwing his eyes shut, not being able to face anyone else while being forced into an orgasm. A broken moan came from him as he felt the reluctant pleasure of having cum shooting from his cock, all over the small steps leading up to the throne. Right after, Rocket moaned as well. He gave some more strong thrusts against the reflexively clenching walls and had finally reached his peak from fucking someone else.

Bottoming out rather roughly, Rocket kept his balls pressed firmly to the smooth and warm mounds, feeling his cock throb inside and shoot ropes of his cum. He sighed deeply and completely basked in the bliss, feeling extra satisfaction in knowing that Drallus was seething right now. For good measure his ground his cock within the still tight ass and milked the rest of his load out before slowly pulling out, letting out another deep groan of sheer satisfaction.

Drallus felt himself being filled with cum, the sensation continuing until Rocket had finished, the raccoon pulling his cock out and wetly smacking it in between his asscheeks. "Yeah... You make a better bitch than a king." Drallus said nothing in response, his body just trembling from both rage and the lingering sensations of his forced climax.

Having got his frustrations and urges out, Rocket smoothly dismounted the disgraced royal. "Have at him!" he called when stepping aside.

Drallus' eyes shrunk when hearing that. And following right after the raccoon's words were the sounds of approaching footsteps, being not just one but many different sets of enclosing footsteps, having their own separate curious and excited voices attached.

With Rocket having provided quite the example, there was no hesitation in approaching the overthrown ruler. There was nothing to stop them as well. Drallus' booming voice and insults failed to ward them off and they were soon cut off anyways, replaced by groans and winces from being penetrated by one of the larger guards.

"The type to give it but can't take it himself," Rocket muttered to himself, being very amused at seeing Drallus struggle to take what the much smaller male had without much issue. Between the now freed lizardmen having their own fun and Drallus being open to the public, the throne room was filled with sounds of sex and pleasure.

While they were having their fun, the satiated raccoon slipped away to find that technology storage room...

***

In practically a day, Drallus' reign was put to an end, bringing an end to kings ruling over the lizardmen in general. The prisoners were set free and access to their natural resources along with technological advancements were returned to them. Having both was a great help to Rocket, who found a way to make some makeshift repairs to his ship. It wouldn't be enough to restore the small spacecraft completely but it would be more than enough to get him to the nearest station where a proper fix up could be performed.

In between repairs, Rocket treated himself to some time with the lizardmen. He was either fucking them or letting them fuck him and of course having some fun with Drallus, who as the tribe's general cum dump. This role seemed to be accepted. Drallus no longer tried to escape or protest, just grunting and groaning until it was over, only to be stuffed with yet another cock.

In time, Rocket was wiping his forehead, being reintroduced to the heat of the jungle environment. His ship was ready to take off yet again, meaning his time on the exotic planet was coming to an end.

"We cannot thank you enough," Braken told him. The former leading guard and many others had come to see the raccoon off. "And we are rather sorry to see you go."

"You could stay and be our new leader," Holt suggested.

Hearing this Rocket just chuckled and shook his head, having gained a fondness for the reptilian race of men. "Sorry, but I got places to go and bounties to collect. I'll swing by whenever I can, though."

"We will be waiting for you then," Dirrik assured.

"Oh and another thing!" Rocket called as he hopped into his ship. The lizard men perked up at the mammal's urgent tone, all having their eyes on him. "Try not to let another dickhead take control, alright?"

"We'll make certain of that," Braken said before laughing, the other joining in. But they were soon waving the raccoon off as his ship began taking off.

Soon enough, Rocket was cruising through space once more, having set a course for the nearest station. Though he had spare suits on board, the raccoon had gotten rather used to just being nude. He hummed to himself while the ship flew itself. While already looking back on his little jungle "vacation," he was twirling a little gift given to him.

In his hand was one of those collars. Braken had shown him how it worked and already Rocket's mind was racing with ways that he could use this. Whatever the case, it would be of great use and provide a lot of fun...