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[center][b]Red Rocket

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Whoever Gave a Kink Suggestion[/b][/center]

Rocket let out a long war cry as he poured bullets into the scarlet blob, emptying his weapon into it. The red-and-blue-suited human clung to a wall nearby, shooting electrically charged webs into the ruby red mass. Quill, Gamora, and Drax were also unloading their weapons at the symbiote. Eventually it stopped moving. Eventually. After five magazine changes.

"Jeez, Bug-guy," the raccoon griped, "don’t do easy, do ya?"

"It’s Spider-Man, raccoon dude," the human quipped back. "And it’s not like I had a choice in the matter."

"I’m not a raccoon!" His plant-oid companion let out a predictable, "I am Groot!" to which the unofficial Avenger responded, "Hey, I don’t even let Quill call me trash panda! Whatever. Spiderman..."

"Y’see, I can tell you’re saying it without the hyphen, and that bothers me..."

"Alright, Guardians, let’s get outta here," their captain cut in. "We got other things to do."

The Guardians of the Galaxy headed back to the Milano, but Rocket couldn’t help but scratch at his groin. There was a strange itch. It wasn’t like the time he’d banged an Oscavarian and come down with the vitch, just an annoyance. When he got back to his quarters, he doffed his very torn and tattered coverall and set the wash cubicle to a soothing oscillation. Shipboard, the showers were done with sonic vibrations that peeled the dirt off of skin and fur, preserving water for drinking purposes. As soon as he stepped in, he felt another itch at his groin and glanced down in time to see a bit of red.

He grinned, seeing his tip peeking free from his sheath. "Oh, bit of a red Rocket, huh?"

The raccoon let out a soft laugh, still confused but amused by the misunderstood reference Quill had made. Reaching down, he grasped himself, and felt an odd lump in his sheath. It seemed to be seated at the base of his shaft, and he gave a few experimental strokes to see if it moved. Cancerous cells were, after all, nothing to scoff at, and highly problematic for spacefarers. It did not move, hugging tightly around the bottom of his cock. Fingering it with one hand, he stretched the ring of his sheath with the other, attempting to see if he could determine what it was.

Rocket’s cry of fear and outrage was cut off by the blood red tendrils that shot out to grasp at his head and pull him down into a curled up ball. Another darted up to the cleaning cubicle panel and turned off the wash cycle, cancelling the sonic disruption. The raccoon coughed and gagged as his own shaft was shoved down his throat, his tail flailing as he pushed at his hips to try and get some breathing room.

Unfortunately, the red goo that had splattered onto him during the fight wasn’t going to give him a chance to fight free. It began to spread, first covering his groin, the flowing down his legs and up along his stomach. His flailing limbs were captured and pulled into the mass of semi-fluid that crept over him. It took only a few minutes before he was completely coated in the clotted, clumpy gel.

"We are Red Rocket," he hissed, animalistic urges raised to the fore by the symbiote that had bonded with him. "Time to breeeeeeeed...."

Tendrils shot out from the surface of the "suit" he wore, drawing him up towards the ceiling and the vents that stretched the length of the ship. He replaced the grill with more tentacles, sealing it back into place, as he crawled through the ducts, seeking out a mate. All of the humanoid characteristics that his cybernetic uplift had imbued were stripped away, replaced by instinct. A single instinct. The need to propagate his species.

The grunts and soft moans drew him forward until he could peer down at the human as he pumped himself into the Zen-Whoberis female. Disgusting. Simple. Far too simple. Red Rocket’s jaws widened, growing until he could clamp his teeth around the edges of the vent and crush it between them.

"What in the-" Quill exclaimed, rolling off of the bed and fumbling beneath it for a weapon.

Red Rocket neutralized him with a few splatters of goo, trapping the human’s limbs. The offshoots slowly began creeping along their new host to transform him and bring him into the fold. The green-skinned humanoid was not as easily restrained.

Despite being caught unaware, she had quick snatched a sword from the display hooks on the wall of her quarters and was trying to fillet the symbiote-bonded raccoon. Fortunately, each of her strikes only managed to spread the crimson matter around her, making her eventual capture all the easier. A final strike, lashing out with all of the bits and pieces, tied her up into a neat package, spread eagle against the bed.

"We are going to [i]enjoy[/i] this..." Red Rocket told her, slipping tendrils along her flesh as he lowered himself between her legs. "Time to breeeeeeed..."

Gamora’s cry of distress and anger was cut off by a blob that covered her mouth and filled it. She bucked against the bed as it filled her throat and flooded down towards her stomach, only falling back against the mattress when an air hole was made through the mass. The raccoon’s claws dug into her spread thighs as he sank his much enlarged maleness into her feminine hole.

"We will breeeeeeed..." he announced, then let out a laugh as he began pounding into her. Red Rocket would become known throughout the stars, a feared (and secretly desired by some) force of chaos.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]