Chapter 6: Taking the fight to them
It had been a few weeks after Rocket Raccoon and the nykron tribe had beaten back the Space Leech gang. After a passionate night together as equals, Orkan had professed his love and Rocket had done the same. Life in the tribe was different now that Rocket was an honorary tribe member, the work to repair the damage to the village was gruelling but worth it to see his honorary family happy again.
(The genemod had unfortunately gone completely out of control) his cock surpass 50 inches in legth and his balls dragged against the floor. (He could handle the size and weight just fine), (but had taken to wearing his exosuit fulltime whenever he wasn't fucking, just so that his genitalia wouldn't get in his way.)
Meanwhile, the danger that the Space Leeches posed nagged at him like a lose tooth. He knew that if he and the tribe were ever to live and peace he had to take care of them.
He eventually brought that thought to his lover and thr village chief, Orkan.
Rocket sat in Orkan's hut, his massive cock and balls comfortably (for him anyway) resting on the cool floor. Orkan himself was pacing back and forth, his large frame moving with a grace that belied his size.
"Rocket, I've been thinking. We can't just keep hiding here, waiting for them to attack again," Orkan said, his voice grave. "We need to do something about them, once and for all."
Rocket nodded, his tail flicking in agreement. "I know. I've been thinking the same thing. But we can't just go in guns blazing. I can't endanger you and the rest of the tribe when it's just me they're after". Rocket explained, his voice raw with determination.
Orkan stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and resolve. "You're not going alone, Rocket. I'm coming with you," he declared, his voice firm.
Rocket opened his mouth to protest but Orkan cut him off. "No, Rocket. This is our fight too. You saved us, and now we want to help you end this once and for all. Besides, it's personal now."
Rocket looked at his lover, his eyes softening. "I know you want to do this with me Orkan but you have to protect the tribe, I could never forgive myself if they came bsck while we were both gone. Besides, my ship's been repaired, I should be able to get to their main ship, disable it and finish this once and for all. " Rocket explained.
This was a leap of faith, but an idea had been brewing in his mind. He would need Orkan's help to pull it off, but they couldn't risk the tribe's safety.
Orkan nodded, "You're right, Rocket. I won't let them near our people again. I'll stay here with my warriors and make sure they're safe. But what do you need from me to make sure you succeed?"
Rocket smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've been thinking about that. I have an idea, but it's...risky. It'll need your help to pull it off."
Orkan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you need me to do, Rocket?"
Rocket leaned back on his haunches, his massive cock and balls stretching out before him like a obscene offering. "I need you to distract the Space Leech gang while I infiltrate their main ship. With their captain gone, they'll be disorganized and easy to take out. But I need time to get to their ship, plant my charges, and get out without being noticed.
You and the warriors need to create a distraction, something big and bold and fuckin' crazy that'll draw their attention and keep it."
Orkan nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I've got just the thing. The ancient war dances of our ancestors. We'll perform the Dance of the Furious Storm, a ritual that calls upon the spirits of war and chaos. The Space Leeches won't be able to resist the allure of such a spectacle."
Rocket grinned, his tail flicking with excitement. "Flark yeah, that'll work. Just make sure you keep them busy for at least an hour.
That's all the time I'll need," Rocket said, his eyes narrowing with determination.
Orkan nodded, his face set in a fierce expression. "Don't worry, Rocket. We'll give you the time you need. The Space Leeches won't know what hit them."
Rocket nodded, a grin playing on his lips. Now, I need to get some rest before the big show. I'll meet you back here in a few hours."
Orkan nodded, and the two shared a lingering kiss before Rocket left the hut, his massive cock and balls swinging between his legs.
Back in the Milano, Rocket's ship, the raccoon prepared for his mission. He spent hours calibrating his suits systems, ensuring that every weapon and gadget were in top condition. He also spent time in the ships med bay, (adjusting his gear to accommodate his ever-growing genitals). (He had designed a specialized harness that would hold his cock and balls in place during battle), preventing them from getting in the way or causing unwanted distractions.
After hours of preparation, Rocket donned his suit, the nanofiber exoskeleton molding to his body like a second skin.
He adjusted the harness, ensuring his massive cock and balls were securely held in place. He double-checked his weapons, his blasters and railguns loaded and ready for action. Satisfied with his preparations, he made his way back to Orkan's hut.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the village. Orkan and the warriors were already gathered, their bodies painted with intricate designs and adorned with feathers and bones. They chanted in unison, their voices rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm as they performed the ancient war dance.
Rocket watched from the shadows, his heart swelling with pride and affection.
Orkan and the warriors had outdone themselves. The Dance of the Furious Storm was a sight to behold, a primal, raw display of strength and ferocity that sent shivers down Rocket's spine. The Space Leeches remnants, those that had survived the previous battle with no way to return to their mothership, were transfixed, their eyes wide with fear and wariness.
Rocket knew this was his chance. With the Space Leeches distracted, he could slip away and infiltrate their main ship without being noticed. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
He moved quickly and quietly, his suit blending seamlessly into the shadows.
The Space Leeches were so entranced by Orkan and the warriors' performance that they failed to notice Rocket slipping away. He reached the edge of the village, his tail swishing with anticipation as he scanned the horizon. There, in the distance, was the Space Leeches' main ship, a hulking monstrosity that blotted out the stars.
Rocket activated his suit's stealth mode, making him practically invisible to the naked eye. He dashed towards the ship, his legs pumping with a blur of speed. He reached the ship without incident, his heart pounding with adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt.
He knew the layout of the ship like the back of his paw, having boarded and dismantled countless similar vessels. He slid into the shadows, his suit's stealth tech bending the light around him, rendering him invisible to the naked eye.
He made his way to the cargo bay, his destination the main power core. If he could plant his charges there, the resulting explosion would take out the ship and the surrounding fleet, ending the Space Leeches' threat once and for all.
As he moved through the ship, he couldn't help but notice the change in atmosphere. The crew was jumpy, their movements hurried and tense. It seemed they were on high alert, and Rocket knew it was only a matter of time before they discovered his presence. He needed to work quickly.
He reached a junction, the two corridors leading off in different directions. He chose the left, his steps silent as he crept down the narrow passage. As he rounded a corner, he suddenly found himself face-to-face with two Space Leeches.
They jumped, startled by his sudden appearance, their weapons coming up in a flash. Before they could fire or raise an alarm Rocket moved on instinct with brutal efficiency. He threw his suit's armored gauntlet forward, catching one of the Space Leeches squarely across the jaw. The creature's head snapped back with a sickening crunch, his body crumpling to the deck.
The second leech fared no better. Rocket's other hand shot up, his clawed fingers digging into the creature's windpipe, cutting off his air supply before he could even scream. The leech's eyes bulged in terror, his hands clawing at Rocket's wrist in a futile attempt to dislodge the raccoon's death grip. With a heave Rocket slammed his head against the edge of the hallway corridor, dropping him in a boneless heap.
Rocket didn't bother to check if the leeches were dead or just incapacitated, he didn't have time to waste. He glanced around to ensure no one had been alerted by the scuffle, then he continued on his journey.
He found the cargo bay with little trouble, his map of the ship's interior proving invaluable. He slipped inside, his eyes scanning the area for any more unwanted surprises. Luckily, it was empty, the cargo bay silent save for the hum of the ship's systems.
Rocket quickly located the main power core, a massive, pulsating cylinder of energy that throbbed with an ominous power. He smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across his face. This was it, the heart of the ship. Take it out, and the rest would follow.
He pulled a small device from his suit, a miniature, high-yield explosive charge. He had designed it himself, specifically for jobs like this. He attached the charge to the power core, his fingers dancing over the controls as he set the timer for ten minutes.
Once activated, the bomb would be unstoppable. He would have to get out of here fast.
Just as he completed his task, a sudden alarm blared through the ship, the sound like nails scraping against metal. Shit, he thought, they must have found the bodies. Time to go.
He dashed from the cargo bay, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced against the clock. He knew the layout of the ship like the back of his paw, but he'd have to be quick if he wanted to make it out alive.
He tore through the corridors, his suit's stealth mode still engaged, making him practically invisible to the naked eye. The alarm blared on, the sound grating and harsh, only adding to the urgency of his situation.
Rocket cursed under his breath as he rounded a corner, the sound of heavy boots echoing behind him. They had sent a team to investigate, and he was right in the middle of their search radius.
He ducked into a side corridor, his heart pounding as he pressed himself against the wall. The boots thudded past him, the stench of the Space Leeches wafting through the air. He held his breath, his body tensing as he waited for the moment to pass.
Once the corridor was clear, he bolted, his reflexes honed to perfection after years of combat and close calls.
He leaped over obstacles, dodged around corners, and bounded up ladders, his heart pounding in time with the relentless alarm.
He was two decks away from the landing bay when the alarm suddenly stopped. Rocket skidded to a halt, his ears perking up. That couldn't be good. He listened intently, his tail twitching as he tried to pick up any sign of what was going on.
Then, he heard it. Footsteps. Heavy, measured footsteps that echoed through the corridors like a death knell. And they were coming straight for him.
Rocket cursed under his breath, his mind racing. He couldn't let them catch him, not now. He was so close to the landing bay, so close to freedom. He had no choice but to fight his way out.
He rounded a corner, his blasters appearing in his hands as if by magic. He unleashed a torrent of fire, the blasters barking and spitting death as he cut down the advancing Space Leeches. The creatures fell like flies, their bodies riddled with holes and their blood painting the walls in crimson streaks.
Rocket ducked behind a bulkhead, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reloaded his blasters. He knew he couldn't keep fighting like this forever; he needed to get to the landing bay and blast his way out.
Suddenly, he heard a muffled curse, followed by the sound of boots hitting the deck. Rocket spun around, his blasters ready, only to come face to face with the last person he expected to see.
"Captain Krux? What the fuck?" Rocket spat, his blasters still trained on the Space Leeches captain. Krux stood there, his chest heaving, his fingers curled into tight fists.
His eyes were narrowed, glinting with a mix of fury and...lust. "You think you can outsmart me, little raccoon? You think you can just waltz onto my ship and plant your fucking bombs without me noticing? You're fucking delusional."
Rocket smirked, his tail swishing lazily. "Delusional? Nah, just fucking good. You know it, and I know it. And now, I'm gonna have some fun with your ass before I blow this fucker sky high."
Rocket growled, his massive cock twitching in anticipation. He knew he had the upper hand, but he also knew that Krux was a formidable opponent. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Krux sneered, his eyes locked onto Rocket's massive cock and balls. "You think you can take me on like that? Your cock may be bigger, but I'm not some fucking nykron bitch. I'll fuck you up, raccoon."
Rocket chuckled, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Oh, I don't doubt that. But you underestimate me, Krux. I've faced worse than you and come out on top. And I'm not just talking about your fucking crew. I'm talking about your puny ass cock," Rocket retorted, his eyes locked onto Krux's crotch.
Krux's face darkened with rage, and he lunged at Rocket, his fists flying. But Rocket was ready, his reflexes sharpened by years of combat. He easily dodged Krux's punches, his exosuit enhancing his reflexes and speed. He countered with a swift uppercut, his enhanced strength sending Krux crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.
"You're not as fast as you used to be, old man," Rocket taunted, his tail flicking with amusement.
Krux growled, his eyes filled with pure rage. He lunged at Rocket again, but this time, Rocket sidestepped, allowing Krux to stumble past him. Rocket turned, his footpaws lashing out
in a sweeping kick that caught Krux square in the back, sending him crashing to the ground.
"You're pathetic, Krux," Rocket sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're weak, and you know it. That's why you need to steal genemods and enhancements to make yourself stronger. But it's not enough, is it? You're still just a weak little punk, hiding behind your crew and your ship."
Krux growled, his face contorted with rage as he scrambled to his feet. "You're a fucking smartass, raccoon. But I'll show you who's pathetic." Krux lunged again, this time managing to grab Rocket by the arm. He slammed Rocket against the wall, his powerful body pinning the raccoon in place.
Rocket grimaced, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body. But he didn't give Krux the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Instead, he grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You think you can take me, old man? Bring it on, I fucking dare you."
Krux growled, his eyes darkening with lust and anger.
He slammed Rocket against the wall again, his body pressing against the raccoon's, his cock hardening at the contact. "You're right, you little fucker. I can't take you in a fair fight. But I don't fucking need to. I've got other ways to make you pay." "Oh yeah? And what, exactly, do you have in mind, old man?"
Krux leered, his eyes locked onto Rocket's massive cock and balls. "I'm going to fuck you, Rocket. Right here, right now.
I'm going to show you who's in charge," Krux snarled, his hand reaching down to grab Rocket's enormous cock through the suit. Rocket hissed, his tail swishing with surprise and arousal as Krux's grip tightened, his fingers wrapping around the massive shaft.
"You think this is a fucking joke? You think you can walk onto my ship and plant your fucking bombs without me noticing? Well, I'm going to make you pay for that, little raccoon.
I'm going to fuck you into submission, make you beg for mercy," Krux growled, his breath hot and reeking of stale alcohol on Rocket's face.
Rocket chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that rumbled in his chest. "Yeah? Well, old man, I've got news for you. I like it rough. And I don't plan on getting fucked by your puny cock!" He punctuated the sentence with a headbutt that left Krux reeling in disorientation.
Rocket immediately took advantage of Krux's disadvantage to jump on his back, pinning him to the ground as he hissed in his ear, "The only one getting fucked into submission is you, Krux. And by the end of this, you'll know exactly who's in charge."
Rocket's hands quickly went to work on Krux's pants, ripping them off with ease, exposing his thin, hairy ass and withering cock. Rocket chuckled, flicking the small, flaccid organ with his claw. "You'll need a fucking miracle to get this thing hard, old man. Good thing I'm fucking you, else i'd be bored to death."
He reached into a hidden compartment in his suit, pulling out a small vial filled with a shimmering, blue liquid. It was blaster oil, but it'd work as lube in a pinch.
Tapping at his wrist he entered a command that released the harness
holding his cock and balls in check for battle and let the weight of his cock and balls swing freely. The massive cock and balls hung down nearly to his knees, the sheer size and weight of them a sight to behold. Rocket's cock throbbed with anticipation as he spat onto the head, savoring the slick sensation as the saliva dripped down the length.
Rocket slathered the blaster oil onto his cock, the cool liquid providing the necessary slickness for what was to come. He positioned himself behind Krux, the captain's ass cheeks parting to reveal his tight, puckered hole.
He dolloped some of the oil on Krux's crack before pressing his massive tip against the tight ring of muscle. Rocket's tail lashed out, wrapping around Krux's thigh, pulling him open wider.
"Ready or not, here I fucking come," Rocket growled, pushing forward.
Krux grunted, his body tense as Rocket's massive cockhead stretched his hole. "Fuck, you're huge," he groaned, his fingers clawing at the metal floor.
Rocket smirked, his eyes on the prize. "Just wait till I'm all the way in, you old bastard."
He pushed harder, his cock slowly forcing its way into Krux's tight hole. The Space Leeches captain grunted and groaned, his body tensing as he struggled to accommodate Rocket's massive girth.
"Fuck, you're tearing me apart, raccoon," Krux gasped, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the floor.
Rocket chuckled, his tail wrapping tighter around Krux's thigh. "Shut the fuck up and take it, old man. You were gonna do this to me, remember? Suck it up."
Krux gritted his teeth, his body slowly relaxing as Rocket's cock inched its way deeper.
Rocket could feel the tight, hot grip of Krux's ass as it clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper. He groaned, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
"Flark, you feel so fucking tight, old man," Rocket growled, his hips snapping forward, burying another inch of his massive cock into Krux's asshole.
Krux gasped, his body tensing as he struggled to accommodate Rocket's girth. "You're...you're fucking enormous," he groaned, his body trembling with effort.
Rocket could feel the resistance, the way Krux's hole fought against the size of his cock. But he was relentless, his hips pushing forward, inch by agonizing inch, until finally, with a grunt of effort, he bottomed out.
"Fuck, you're inside me," Krux gasped, his body trembling with the effort of taking Rocket's massive cock. "I can't... I can't believe you fit."
Rocket chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "You haven't seen anything yet, old man. Better grit your teeth, cause I ain't gonna be gentle. Im dumpin a load up your ass before this place blows."
With that, Rocket began to move, his hips pulling back before slamming forward with such force that his massive cock head slammed against Krux's prostate with every thrust. Krux let out a long, low moan, his body shuddering with the force of Rocket's thrusts.
Rocket could feel the tight, slick heat of Krux's ass gripping his cock, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He wanted to fuck this bastard into submission, wanted to make him feel every inch of his massive cock.
He knew Krux couldn't handle this, but he didn't care. This was about dominance, about showing Krux who was really in charge.
Rocket's tail wrapped around Krux's waist, holding him in place as Rocket's hips moved with a brutal, relentless pace. He slammed his cock into Krux's ass with every thrust, his massive balls slapping against the Space Leeches captain's thighs with each impact.
The sound of wet flesh-on-flesh echoed through the corridor, mingling with Krux's grunts and moans. Rocket watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as the bigger man's body was relentlessly pounded by his cock.
"Fuck, your cock is like a fucking jackhammer, raccoon!" Krux groaned, his body jerking with each forceful thrust. "It's...it's fucking incredible!"
Rocket smirked, his tail wrapping tighter around Krux's thighs, pulling him back onto his cock with each snap of his hips.
"You're loving every fucking second of it, aren't you, you dirty old bastard? You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted my big cock in your ass, fucking you like the little bitch you are."
Krux groaned and nodded, his body moving with Rocket's, his hips meeting the raccoon's thrusts with increasing urgency as he was debased by the physically smaller raccoon.
He was ashamed of it, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that Rocket's cock brought him. "Yes, yes I fucking do! I want your cock, Rocket. I want you to fuck me senseless with your massive cock, you fucking stud!"
Rocket laughed, his tail swishing ferociously as he continued to pound into Krux with all his might. "I knew you were just a dirty little slut under that tough exterior. You love getting fucked by a real man, don't you?"
Krux grunted, his body trembling as Rocket's cock rubbed against his prostate with every forceful thrust. The Space Leech captain could barely handle the pleasure and it dawned on him that if Rocket continued, he'd cum without even touching his cock.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna-" Krux's words were cut off with a loud groan as his body shook and convulsed. His cock, which had been flaccid before, suddenly throbbed and pulsed with life, leaking precum onto the metal floor.
Rocket laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Krux's spine. "Not so fast, old man. I ain't done with you yet. I wanna watch you squirm while I make you cum without touching your dick. You're gonna beg for it, aren't you?Beg for me to let you cum," Rocket taunted, his voice a whispered growl in Krux's ear. The Space Leeches captain shuddered, his body still trembling from the force of Rocket's fucking.
"Please, Rocket... Please let me cum," Krux begged, his voice breathy and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I need to cum."
He felt like a god, controlling every aspect of Krux’s pleasure. He leaned in closer, his enourmous cock still pounding into Krux's ass, and whispered, "Then, cum old man. I'm gonna make you feel like you've never felt before. I'm gonna make you scream my name."
With that, Rocket adjusted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he was hitting Krux's prostate with every movement. Krux let out a guttural moan, his body convulsing as his cock leaked more precum onto the cold metal floor.
"Fuck yes, Rocket. Fuck yes, make me cum. I want you to make me fucking cum!"
Rocket snarled, his hips slamming into Krux with brutal force, his massive cock hitting the Space Leeches captain's prostate with every thrust. "That's right, you fucking bitch. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll feel it in your fucking teeth."
With one final thrust Krux couldn't hold on. His orgasm barreled through him, cumming explosively without being touched. His cum wasted as it splattered over the hallway floor.
Krux's body convulsed, his muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave. Rocket watched with a perverse fascination as the Space Leeches captain came undone beneath him. He could feel his own release building, his massive cock throbbing with the need to unload.
Now that he had made the old bastard cum like the bitch he was, the raccoon chased his own orgasm. His hips moved faster, his massive cock slamming into Krux's ass with a force that made the Space Leeches captain grunt with every impact.
"Fuck, you're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Krux? Taking my huge cock like a fucking champ. Begging for more," Rocket taunted, his voice a low growl in the captain's ear.
Krux moaned, his body limp and pliant under Rocket's relentless thrusts. "Yes, I am. I'm your dirty little slut, Rocket. Please cum in me. Please fill me up with your hot, thick seed," Krux groaned, his body trembling with renewed need.
Rocket's cock throbbed in response, his hips snapping forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm. "You want it, huh? Then. Take. IT!!"
Punctuated by three bone shaking thrusts, Rockets enourmous balls leapt uowsrds as he came. He kept his promise, dumping obscene amounts of cum into the captain's upturned ass.
The Space Leeches captain could feel it, hot and thick, filling him completely. Every thrust of Rocket's hips forced more and more of the raccoon's seed into his body, coating his insides with the sticky, virile fluid.
By the time Rocket's orgasm finally ceased, Krux was a panting, trembling mess underneath him. The Space Leeches captain could feel the cum dripping out of his ass, a testament to the copious amount Rocket had deposited within him.
Rocket finally pulled out of Krux, his massive cock glistening with their combined juices. The sight of it made Krux's cock twitch, his body still tingling with pleasure.
"Kruff that's a good look on you old man, you do better as a slut then a captain. Shame I can't fuck you more, I gotta bounce before this place blows." Stuffing his truly gigantic cock and balls back into the exosuit, and re-engaging the harness Rocket left the former captain in a pool of his own cum. Rocket turned and ran towards the landing bay, the alarms still blaring, his feet pounding against the metal floor.
He reached the landing bay just as the ship's systems started to fail. The landing bay doors slid open, revealing the Milano waiting for him. He leaped onto the ship, his reflexes sharpened by years of combat and near-death experiences. He didn't bother with the holo-interface, instead opting to manually pilot the ship. He was too amped up, too on edge. He needed to feel the ship beneath him, to guide it with his own hands.
He was just in time, the ship shook violently as an explosion rocked the frigate. Rocket grinned, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he watched the Space Leeches' main ship explode into a fiery inferno.
He engaged the Milano's thrusters, the ship lurching forward as it escaped the exploding vessel. The ship shuddered and groaned, the stress of the battle evident in every rattle and whirr of its systems. But Rocket didn't care. They had done it. They had taken down the Space Leeches, ended their reign of terror once and for all.