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A Long Forgotten Love

Star-Thief was defeated and put back in his cell, a virtual reality to keep him from knowing he was in a Halfworld prison. It was a tough battle of wits and an admittedly humiliating costume, but they won. But Rocket Raccoon still wasn't happy though.

The memories that were returned to him brought back so many emotions. Lylla... he still loved her. He despised himself for leaving her. He should've found a way to remove Star-Thief from the picture before he left her. If he could've just killed him, then he'd still be with Lylla. Probably would've been married to her by now.

A voice in the back of his head reminded him of all the good he's done with the Guardians of the Galaxy. How many lives he'd saved since he became one. Billions upon billions of people still living because of his team.

And look where that's gotten us, he thought bitterly. Half of our team is dead and we disbanded. And then I got stuck in a flarking mail room! Got fired for saving those krutackers' asses! I could've been here spending time with the love of my life...

The swooshing of an automatic door brought him out of his daze. His large, barky friend came in holding some food. "I am Groot?" he asked holding out the food.

"Not hungry," Rocket replied in a somber tone.

Groot gave him a concerned look and reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a full meal in a couple days.

"I'll be fine, bud," he lied. He was usually a very convincing liar, but Groot was very adept at picking up his tells.

Groot asked Rocket what was wrong in a concerned tone, or at least as concerned as he can convey with his stiff vocal cords.

"I said I'm fine!" he snapped in irritation as he stormed out of the room, leaving Groot even more concerned for his well-being. He hated yelling at his best friend, but he didn't want to talk about things right now. He walked out of his ship that he had parked just outside the asylum and headed to a nearby bar.

He immediately went right to the counter and sat on one of the stools. He was happy to find that everything was his size. Well, the size of all the residents here which were about his size. He was sick of having to climb up on the stools to be able to sit down.

The bartender came up to him, he was a skunk and was very familiar to Rocket. The skunk's eyes widened as he sees him. "Ranger Rocket?! I never thought I'd see you again. I thought you left for good!"

As the memories came back to him, Rocket began grinning at the sight of an old friend. "Stinky? Is that you?"

He gave a hearty chuckle. "I haven't been called that in years," he replies with a hint of reminiscence in his voice.

"So you work here now? Seems a bit of a step down from your last job."

He gave a cocky smirk, and said with an air of pride, "Work here? I own this bar!"

"Congratulations," Rocket said with a sincere smile.

"So," Stinky smirked, "what's your poison? First round's on the house."

"I need a Timothy," he said heavily.

Stinky gave a little hissing noise of regret. "I'm really sorry, Rocket, but I can't. It's not allowed here. I really wish I could."

The voice of a particular blue-furred rabbit sounded from behind Rocket, "Ah, let him have one, he's had a tough time lately." He came up and sat next to Rocket. He was wearing his usual purple jacket and black pants. The helmet that was usually covering the top half of his face was nowhere to be seen though. "And one for me too, how about?"

Stinky gave a smile. "As you say, sir," he said cheerfully as he began mixing the extremely strong drinks in tall glasses, placing them in front of the long-time friends.

Blackjack picked up his drink and said, "To remembering?"

Rocket nodded, feigning a smile. "To remembering." He clinked his glass into Blackjack's and they both took sips from it, Rocket's was much longer though.

Blackjack said with a chuckle, "Pace yourself, Rocky, we aren't in a rush." Rocket slowly lowered the glass, now a quarter empty. Blackjack gives Rocket a concerned look, "You okay?"

Rocket replied in a very irritated tone, "Why does everyone keep asking me that?!" He took another drink from his glass, already feeling a buzz from the extremely strong drink.

"Well, you finally recovered your lost memories, and that much time must be a lot to take in," he placed a hand on Rocket's shoulder. "We're just worried about you." Rocket just sat there in silence. "C'mon Rocky, talk to me, please." The only response was another long swig of his drink. "I just wanna help."

Rocket growled, seething with anger. "You wanna help?" He asked in a loud voice. Blackjack pulled his hand away startled. "You're the problem!" Stinky subtly removed Rocket's Timothy from the bar as he hears the yelling.

Blackjack's ears drooped. "It's Lylla isn't it?"

"Of course it's Lylla!" Rocket yelled. Then in a much softer and sadder tone, he continued, "We were in love..."

"Rocket... that was years ago," he said softly. "We thought that you were never coming back."

Rocket lowered his head in sorrow, a few tears wetting his fur. "I know... I have no right to be angry with you, but..."

"I know," Blackjack said, "I really do get it. Your memories say that Lylla is still yours. It's as if she suddenly married me while you were still dating. If that happened to me, I would've shot the guy in the head already."

In a joking manner, Rocket said through his tears, "I was considering it."

Blackjack chuckled, "Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor." He paused for a minute. "She did wait for you, you know." Rocket gave him a curious look. "She thought it would dishonor you if she began dating immediately after you left. She waited two years before she even considered looking for someone new."

"And she chose you?" Rocket asked.

"Well, not at first. I gave her the impression that I wasn't into her. I mean, you and I were best friends. I didn't feel it was right to be with her."

"But you did."

"She was having trouble finding the right person for her. I think she was always comparing them to you, and they just never met the bar. She came over to my place and we got to talking. She was so lonely without you, without a partner..."

Rocket growled in a threatening tone, "You better not have screwed her right then."

"Of course not," he said in an almost indignant tone. "I could never do that. I care about her too much to do something so crude. That was when I asked her on a date. I wanted her to be happy, I'm sure you understand that."

"Yeah..." The story didn't help Rocket feel much happier. It did settle his rage though. Knowing that Lylla and Blackjack didn't betray him helped a lot.

"She still loves you," Blackjack admitted. "She never stopped loving you."

That made Rocket tear up a bit. "Really?"

Blackjack nodded with a slight smile. "She kept every gift you ever got her. Some of them are up as decorations, and the rest are in a box she keeps under the bed. I don't think she's ever gotten fully over you. I don't think she ever will."

Rocket stayed silent, a bit happier knowing that Lylla still loved him. "Thank you, Blackjack. You're a true friend." Rocket pulled Blackjack in for a hug, which Blackjack happily returned.

"Follow me, I've got something that I need to show you," Blackjack said hopping down from the barstool. Rocket followed him out of the bar and to a nice house not too far away. "This is where Lylla and I moved to after we got married." It was a two-story house, but it was sized down to accommodate the size of the couple living there. The outside was a cream color, much like Lylla's belly fur.

Rocket smiled even though he wasn't sure why Blackjack was showing it to him. "It's nice."

"Why not come inside?" he offered. "I think there's some fish left over from the other night." Rocket began salivating. He remembered Lylla's cooking, and her fish was amazing. He gladly accepted and followed Blackjack into the kitchen. He sat patiently at the table while Blackjack prepares the fish.

"So what's this all about?" Rocket asked as the rabbit placed a plate of fish in front of him. "I mean, a Timothy, Lylla's cooking. It seems like you're preparing me for something."

"Heh, nothing gets past you, does it?" Blackjack said in a confessing tone.

The raccoon smirked triumphantly, "I knew it, what's up?"

"Alright, so Lylla and I were talking," he started. "Talking about you. We know how difficult this must be for you. Like I said before, your memories are telling you that Lylla and you are together. I know this is gonna sound a bit unorthodox, but Lylla still loves you. With that said, she's also in love with me too, and we're married, and-"

Rocket interrupted him. "Blackjack, you're babbling. You only babble when you're nervous. What are you trying to say?"

The blue-furred rabbit took a deep breath to calm himself. "Lylla and I agree that it's not fair for you to lose her for such a heroic act. We've agreed that you should still be able to be with her."

Rocket looked confused, and asked in a very cautious tone, "What are you saying?"

From behind him, he heard a voice say in a sultry tone, "He's asking if you still want to fool around with me, lover."

Rocket quickly turned around at the sound of his past mate's voice and immediately felt a stirring in his loins. Lylla was standing there bare of any garments, her otter form completely exposed for anyone to see. Her streamline body and the pattern of light-brown and cream-white was incredibly appealing to rocket. He couldn't help but lick his lips in excitement and anticipation.

As much as Rocket wanted to pounce on her right then and there, he restrained himself. He turned to Blackjack. He didn't want to ask it, but he needed to be sure. Trying and failing to hide his intense hope, he asked "You sure you're okay with this?"

Blackjack gave a sincere smile and a nod. "You're my best friend, Rocky, I wouldn't feel right if I denied you this." Rocket gave a sharp inhale of relief and delight. "But," he added. Rocket froze, fearful and unsure of what the blue-furred hare would say. With a devilish grin, Blackjack finished, "You have to share."

It only took Rocket a moment to realize what Blackjack meant. He couldn't help but wonder why he wanted this. "I didn't think you'd be into that kind of stuff," Rocket admitted.

In a confident tone, Blackjack replied, "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before, Rocky." It was true, after each of their many sparring matches, they would use the public showers since they were near them. Rocket remembered catching Blackjack stealing a couple subtle glances at his sheath during those times, but he always wrote it off as accidents or idle curiosity, but what if it was more?

In a nervous voice, Rocket asked, "Um... Blackjack? Are you into me?"

He chuckled with a grin and replied, "I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out. I mean, I did try to make out with you that one time." It was during a New Year's party. (Yes, aliens can celebrate the completion of a planetary revolution too.) They had both gotten very drunk and they had a short make-out session before Rocket stopped it after he realized it was Blackjack and not Lylla.

Blackjack gave him a reassuring smile, "I promise I won't do anything that you won't enjoy. You say stop, and I'll stop. Sound good?"

Rocket weighed his options. He had never been with another guy before, not that he was against it. He had never even been propositioned by one before, or if he had, they had been too subtle and he didn't realize it. But Blackjack had been a good friend to him, and he sure as hell wanted to sleep with Lylla again. Rocket gave a small smile and said in a teasing manner, "You better not try anything funny, bunny-boy."

Blackjack beamed happily. "This is gonna be so much fun!" he exclaimed.

"So, boys," Lylla said, "shall we take this to the bedroom?"

Rocket growled playfully. "I thought you'd never ask." Lylla began walking to the bedroom with the two horny guys close behind her. Her tail swayed behind her as she walked, exposing each cheek separately. Rocket couldn't keep his eyes of them, imagining what he would do to her once they got to the bed. They hadn't stepped two steps in the bedroom before Rocket couldn't hold back. He embraced her lovingly from behind and began stroking her torso and licking the back of her neck.

Lylla giggled at his antics, "Rocket, at least wait until we're actually on the bed." Her giggling turned into a light moan as one of his hands roamed lower and began to gently stroke the outer lips of her pussy.

Rocket whispered in her ear lovingly, "I've wanted to do this the moment I remembered you." Then he gave her ear a playful nip which caused her to grin.

She turned her head and whispered back, "Perhaps you should remove your clothes before we continue. They seem to be a bit... tight." She firmly pressed a hand against his clothed sheath as she finished the sentence.

Rocket growled playfully as he let go of Lylla to take off his clothes. Lylla was quick to get on the bed to watch as her long-lost love stripped. Blackjack had already removed and discarded his garments in a pile on the floor, and while Rocket was having a bit of trouble undoing the clasps on his outfit, he clambered up on the bed and began making out with his mate, stroking her sides as his member began to slowly poke out of his sheath.

With his clothing no longer covering him, Blackjack's form was in clear view of everyone. His solid blue fur extended throughout his entire body from the tips of his ears down to the soles of his digitigrade foot-paws. Right at the base of his back and just above his slightly plump ass was a small bunny-tail. His torso was slim. He clearly kept his body in shape, but wasn't trying to gain much muscle-mass. And just below his torso was a meaty sheath already filled with arousal and a pair of large balls ripe for shooting off some large loads.

It took Rocket less than a minute more to finally free himself of his constricting clothing, revealing his full form. The majority of his sleek body fur was a warm light brown. His bushy tail had the classic brown-and-black ring pattern that most raccoons have. The fur around his eyes formed the signature black mask and, above that, the white stripe that extends all the way to the tufts on his cheeks. His balls looked even bigger than Blackjack's because of how pent-up he was. It had been a while since his last bedroom romp, and it clearly showed by how quickly he reached his full seven inches, which was very impressive considering how he was only three feet tall.

Rocket quickly climbed onto the bed and crawled towards the pair. He nudged Blackjack away from her in a manner which conveyed that it was his turn, and Blackjack was kind enough to heed his request. Lylla stared up at him lovingly from her back as Rocket looked back from his hands and knees. Rocket smiled at his love and gave her a gentle kiss which she happily returned. It didn't last long as Rocket had other plans for her. His mouth traveled lower and lower, kissing her neck then her chest, giving her naval a teasing lick until he was level with her glistening slit. The fur around it was already wet from her arousal. He licked his lips with anticipation before he licked hers with his skilled tongue.

Lylla gave a quiet moan as Rocket went to work on her. His tongue expertly stroked her wet fur and teased at her pussy, his tail wagging all the while. He had missed the taste of her, the sweet, sweet taste of her juices. The scent that wafted from her crotch was powerful, and made Rocket eager for more, but he wanted to enjoy the foreplay a bit more. He especially wanted her to enjoy the foreplay some more.

He pushed his tongue into her folds and began licking deeper and deeper, tasting her delicious juices. Lylla began panting a bit from the excitement and the pleasure that was coursing through her loins, shooting up her spine and making her moan and shudder. Rocket smiled at the reaction he was getting from her.

Rocket gave a surprised yelp as he felt a tongue lick at his member. He stopped what he was doing and looked below him to see Blackjack had gotten onto his back and crawled underneath him. Blackjack and Lylla used this opportunity to force him onto his back to give Blackjack better access.

Blackjack took the opportunity to take in the full form of his best friend. His eyes soaked in the beautiful brown fur over the lean abdominal muscles, the full, sexy tail lying flat and extending out from his firm ass, and his big, juicy coon-cock, protruding from his furry sheath just above his large, fuzzy nuts. Neither Blackjack nor Lylla could help but salivate at the sight.

Blackjack couldn't help himself. He broke the silence to say, "Damn, Rocket, you are so hot!"

Rocket blushed a bit. Even though he knew that Blackjack was attracted to him, the compliment came as a surprise. It's not as if he'd never been hit on by guys before, but it was different when it was his long-time friend. His normal suave demeanor appeared to have been disabled by this entire situation.

All he could manage to get out was, "Uh, not too bad yourself."

Lylla could sense Rocket's unease. "Relax, dear," she cooed, "there's nothing to feel awkward about." Seeing that he was still a bit unsure, she straddled his belly and leaned down close to him. She whispered in his ear soothingly, "Just relax. Focus on me and enjoy the feelings." She leaned forwards and gave him a gentle kiss, which he eagerly accepted. The kiss turned fiery quickly. Their lips locked tight and their tongues intertwined in passion.

Rocket gave a surprised yelp as he felt his cock get encapsulated in a moist and warm maw. He was slightly ambivalent about the situation. He had never considered himself gay, so the thought of a guy sucking him off wasn't exactly appealing. But the sensations shooting through his loins and spine, he didn't want them to stop. Maybe he could just allow an exception for Blackjack.

With that settled, his trepidations about the whole thing melted away in the pleasure of kissing his love and being sucked off by the bunny-boy. Rocket stroked Lylla's back lovingly, enjoying the feeling of her silky-smooth fur gliding under his hands. It didn't take long before his hands went to a little less innocent part of her body. They moved down and cupped her petite butt. She gave out a cute squeak when Rocket gave it a little grope.

Rocket can't help but grin and break the kiss. "I've always loved that squeak of yours, my love," he said happily as he held her butt firmly. "Let's see how many squeaks I can get from you." He reached his hand around and slides his fingers into her snatch. She gave another squeak just before a light moan.

Blackjack pulled off of Rocket's cock with a long lick. "I think Lylla's been prepped enough, lover boy," he said. He pointed Rocket's length up at Lylla and stroked it up against her womanhood. Rocket murred and shot out a burst of pre at the thought of entering his lover.

Lylla couldn't help but giggle at feeling the pre hit her. She asked in a teasing tone, "Is my coony excited? Is he eager to mate me after so long away?"

Rocket grinned a toothy grin and said, "you better flarkin' believe it!" He thrusted his hips and speared his member halfway into her snatch. Lylla gave out a squeaky yelp of pleasured surprise.

After the initial surprise subsided, she grinned and gave Rocket a lick on the nose. "Very, very eager," she teased. Rocket didn't mind the teasing though. It actually turned him on all the more.

He grinned and replied in the same teasing voice, "Like you aren't." He gave her neck a loving lick before he started to slowly thrust into her. Her pussy was so warm and felt so good around Rocket's shaft. It wasn't just Rocket that was enjoying the mating though. Lylla kept giving out small squeaks and moans of heated pleasure.

Blackjack couldn't help but stare at the scene. The two people he loved most in the universe, naked and mating right in front of him. They both looked so sexy and he had a perfect view of both of their fine asses. The entire thing just made his five inch member, a respectable size for his kind, rock-solid and dripping with pre. He just had to get a taste.

He leaned down and gave a sloppy lick to Rocket's tailhole which resulted in a surprised yelp and a much harder thrust than he intended. Lylla squeaked loudly as Rocket accidentally hilted her, and then murred as she felt she had taken him all.

Blackjack chuckled, "Did that feel good, Rocky?" He grabbed ahold of rocket's rump gently and rubbed a thumb across his hole. Rocket groaned a bit. The rubbing was making him a little nervous; he had never had anything up there before. "Hmm?" Blackjack pressed. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, alright?"

It wasn't that it didn't feel good at the moment, but he was worried about what was to come. He knew that if he didn't stop it now, Blackjack would have even more trouble trying to stop later. He just wasn't ready for something like that. In a tone that conveyed that he was sorry for his decision, he said, "Stop..."

Blackjack couldn't mask a look of disappointment, but he obeyed Rocket's wishes. He had already promised not to do anything Rocket didn't want. "Alright, then I've got another idea," he replied still in an up-beat tone. He mounted Lylla and rubbed his cock against Rocket's cock and Lylla's slit.

Lylla murred eagerly, "Don't be shy, Blackjack. There's plenty of room left for you." She pushed herself back for emphasis, taking in the tip of the bunny's member. He growled and nipped her ear playfully before he hilted her in one thrust. She let out a loud squeak of pleasure as she was filled up and stretched farther than she had before. It felt incredible for her and nearly made her cum right then.

As Blackjack pushed in, Rocket felt Blackjack's cock press against his. The sensation of having his member pressed tight against his best friend's was oddly arousing for him. It helped that the tightness only increased the pleasure that was coursing through his body, but that wasn't the only reason he was enjoying it so much.

Blackjack was quick to start his thrusting. It wasn't surprising since his member had been left out of the action until then. It was less than a minute before he got up to about the same speed that Rocket had been going. It wasn't long before they got into a rhythm; Rocket and Blackjack alternated between pulling out and thrusting in while Lylla acted like a vice, clamping her muscles to stimulate her mates.

The heated love-making went on for what felt like hours. A symphony of sounds of pleasure rang through the house, and could probably be heard outside of it too. Squeaks, moans, murrs, and growls emanated from the trio of lovers.

Lylla panted heavily from the mixture of weariness and pleasure. As she felt herself near her climax, her pants and moans became more heated and passionate. "So close," she gasped softly. It was only moments after when her climax arrived, making her slit rapidly and uncontrollably clench and relax in random.

This proved too much for her two lovers. The intense pressure between her clamping slit and the already tightness of having two members in there, it brought the raccoon and the rabbit over the edge. They began shooting their loads deep into her. Loud moans of intense pleasure rang through the room, but they soon died down to sighs of contentment as they enjoyed their afterglows. Blackjack pulled himself out of Lylla who, in turn, pulled off Rocket. They lay down side-by-side panting from the exhaustive exercise.

After a little while of silence for them to catch their breath, Rocket broke the silence. "I don't know how I was ever able to leave you, Lylla."

"Well, you are more than welcome to stay here as long as you like," Lylla replied, stroking his torso lovingly.

"Yeah, no need to rush off anytime soon," Blackjack agreed.

"You know," Rocket replied, grinning in joy, "I might just take you up on that offer."