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After three-or-four pints of cheap booze, the canine pilot’s head swum in alcohol while his typically-lean stomach bloated through his jacket. He squinted with his good eye, trying to focus on the lithe rabbit standing on the other side of the bar, and cracked a toothy grin. For the past hour, his attention was exclusively on her. The other loud patrons, some of whom Wolf even knew, were completely obsolete when he had the rabbit’s attention. \n\nShe’d served him well throughout the night and had done so for the past several years. Even after several successful hits on mining convoys and lucrative raids on merchant planets, Wolf found himself at the same remote moon, at the same space bar, ordering the same booze from the same rabbit. Grinning, Wolf tapped his claws on the glass handle of his mug. “Refill please, Benny?” Though typically refined and smug, the canine’s voice came out low and slow. \n\n“You sure about that, captain?” Joked the rabbit, leaning on the table to put her soft, flannel-covered chest in the canine’s face. \n\nSharp teeth flashed from his white muzzle as Wolf grinned. His stomach rumbled and his mouth hung open as he let out a thick, alcoholic, “Ber-elch.” \n\nThe rabbit grinned, inhaling some of the stale air. “I’ll give some time to yourself, wolf.” She walked away towards another patron, her tight rump and fluffy tail bouncing with each step. \n\nWolf sighed, content, before letting out another crass belch. He didn’t care who saw his manners in this bar, everyone here knew and respected him enough that he could break from his typically refined character and indulge in more carnal pleasures. “God, I love that woman.” Moaned Wolf, leaning on his elbows. “Lylat just doesn’t make ‘em like her.” \n\nA: \nOutside, way outside in the upper atmosphere, a small ship began to descend through the clouds deftly navigating its way through the traffic and steamy fog of the dense metropolitan landscape. Inside a small furry muzzle poked around, nimble fingers swiping around to paw at buttons and crank levers, slowly angling the ship downwards a shady looking bar on the eastern pass. One of his favourite haunts for information, no small amount of villainous scum lounging around both in and outside of the small premises. \n\nPlus, he just, really, really needed a beer. \n\nHe slid the spaceship down to a gentle stop aboard one of the marked parking positions near the bar, slipping a hand down to grasp at his suspiciously fat belly and grin. “Been a good hunting season,” He grinned with a flash of coon teeth visible in the windshield, “Bagged myself two super powered pets, a brood egg and a big, fat duck guy ...amongst others.”\n\nThe other guardians wouldn’t have possibly guessed that rocket spent his vacation time kidnapping and devouring the tastiest, sweetest creatures he could find inside and sometimes outside space. But now it was time to wash that all away with a beer and then reunite with the other guardians and blasting off for more space adventures. Until the next time he got a chance to feed.\n\nGrin widening, locking his ship with a low beep and a cocky strut, Rocket raccoon made his way towards his favourite bar.\n\nRL:\nWolf’s attention turned to the doors of the bar as they swung inwards, letting in a scrawny raccoon. He’d seen the face plenty of times before. This raccoon was the fun type of patron. He was always willing to shoot a few extra rounds of pool, buy another drink for a friend, or console one of the regulars after a clearly hard tight. Smiling, Wolf tapped the seat next to him, catching the raccoon’s eye. “Ey, coon!” Called the lupine pilot. “You look like you could use a drink!” \n\nGrinning, Wolf watched as Rocket walked across the bar floor, then climbed up on the stool next to him. “Been a while since I’ve seen your muzzle around here.” Wolf downed the rest of his beer, sighing as he sat the glass back down on the bar. His stomach rolled past his waistline and mid-way down his lap, but that did not bother the pilot. Instead, he seemed quite proud of his stomach, giving the soft organ content pats. \n\nIt did not take long for Benny to walk back over, and when she did, she smirked at Wolf. “New lover, O’Donnell?” \n\n“Nah.” He shook his head, grinning at the raccoon. “Just someone who needs some beer.” \n\n“Got it.” After winking at the two, she took Wolf’s glass and retrieved a fresh mug for Rocket. A moment later, she sat down both frothy mugs in front of the patrons. “I hope you boys enjoy!” After that, she walked off, her fluffy rear and tail bouncing behind her. \n\nA:\nRocket had smelled Wolf O’Donnell before he saw the canine’s hairy back come into view. A thick masculine scent tinged with beer and the wild, untamed aroma of a wolfen heritage wafted around him. Rocket pursed his lips a little as the Lylat native turned around to regard him, thinking to respond smartly but deciding against it on two counts; One: Wolf was willing to buy him a beer, and two: that he wasn’t averse to using his claws when he felt it necessary… \n\nGenerally not a guy Rocket messed with unless he was feeling brave, or drunk. \n\n“I was busy,” The raccoon mumbled with another scowl as he took a swig of his thick, frothy beer, good stuff that he could almost eat as well as drink it was so heavy. “Had some time off, month or two to myself,” his grin widened, Wolf O'Donnell being one of the few people he could talk to about stuff like this, “But maybe not best to talk about that around here.” Rocket gave his own fattened belly a pat to illustrate the point and then took another, longer draft from his glass almost downing the brownish liquid in one go. \"I missed this place though, the bartender especially. How have you been Wolfy?\"\n\nRL:\nWolf chuckled, immediately knowing the source of Rocket’s extra padding. “I’ve been good, been, be-erp, good.” After giving another wet, rank burp, Wolf shook himself. “Ey, Benny!” \n\nThe rabbit smiled, waltzing over to her summoner. “Yes, Wolfy?” She leaned over, perfectly positioning her chest to be in both of her patron’s faces. “You sure you need another drink?” She could see his exposed paunch in front of the bar table and bit her lip slightly when his muzzle grinned back at her. “Or would you like a private room for you and your…” She winked at Rocket, “Special friend?” \n\nChuckling between burps, Wolf leaned forward. “How about a drink and a back room, Benny?” \n\n“Sure thing.” The rabbit winked, then grabbed a six-pack of soda and of beer from beneath the counter. After passing Wolf the key, she walked back towards the other side of the bar. “Don’t have too much fun, you two!” \n\nIt took the pilot a moment to pocket the key, the effects of alcohol fogging his movements. “Shall we?” Growled Wolf, giving a toothy grin. A nod and smirk was his answer. “Let’s go then.” Wolf took the raccoon to a cushy back room furnished sparingly with a large couch, old armchair, and small television. He sat down on the touch, opening up his jacket to further expose his stomach. “Alright Rocket,” Began Wolf, “Tell me how you got that paunch. What’s been eating you lately?” \n\nA: \nThe raccoon was a bit tipsy now, so he saw no issue with following the thick chested creature down through the back of the restaurant, sneaking a look at that thick rump hidden behind denim, a brush of glorious tail swishing above it. Rocket preferred females, sure, but he wasn’t adverse to a quick fling with a male so long as he was on top, and even if Wolf didn’t agree to that there was still the beer and the chance to brag about his conquests that led him to follow along. \n\n“Not so much what’s been eaten me.” He grinned a toothy grin at the canine, eyes wandering down that that fattened belly poking through the rim of his shirt. Wolf was like him, very much like him. “You ever hear of the pet avengers? Pretty freaky group of spoiled super pets, even took on Thanos once...” he slapped at his fuzzy belly and let it jiggle for a spell. “Took two of them, dog and a cat, back to my ship and kept them there for a few hours. Melted nice and good, cried all the way too.”\n\nThe raccoon chortled at the memory and took another swig of beer. “Thanos is one thing but stomach acids are another beast altogether!” He slid the bottle back on the table and peered out at the wolf with a wry grin. “After that I stole some Brood eggs off Broodworld, didn’t know they had a hivemind until I had a whole squadron of the things flying towards me while I cooked up an omelet. Barely managed to get away with being eaten myself.” He shrugged. “Had a couple of others but, how’s your hunting being?”\n\nRocket’s grin widened. Wolf always had good stories about his prey, but this time Rocket had him beat, still it was only good courtesy to let the loser retort before crushing them.\n\nRL: \nWolf occasionally nodded along, listening idly to Rocket’s story. It was like him to go after the ‘freaks’ of the universe, rarely going for the prize but instead chasing around the losers. Still, taking on two super-powered pets, even if they were simple animals behind some oddities, was nothing to laugh at. “Impressive,” mused the pilot, “You must have quite the capacity, Rocket.”\n\nSnickering, Wolf pulled a bottle of soda from the case and popped off the lid with his claw. “Nothing interesting to report. Just an… escort mission gone awry.” He chuckled, kicking up his feet on the TV stand and peeling off his boots, letting his thick paws free. “Panther and I were assigned by a local mobster to protect some of his shipment. And that shipment,” Wolf punctuated himself with a thick belch, “Was delicious.” \n\nThe pilot shrugged off his jacket, revealing a tight but muscular chest that well contrasted his fattened, bloated belly. “There were seven girls for us to guard, and it just so happened that the pirates took five, but don’t worry, they left some booty.” His statement again ended with a crass, alcohol-fueled burp. “I had three vulpine girls… all tall, slender beauties, and Panther had two. The last two were shut up after I belched out some bones to remind them where their friends went, and the boss was understanding after I explained the whereabouts of his girls.” \n\nAfter glancing at the door to make sure it was shut and locked, Wolf turned his backside towards Rocket and dropped his trousers, revealing his thick, fluffy rear. Both of Wolf’s butt cheeks looked as soft as pillows with firm muscle hidden by inches of warm, soft, wolf fat. “As I said,” Smugly continued the pilot, “They left me with plenty of booty to spread around.” Taunting the raccoon, the lupine pilot gave his ass a slap. “Tummy fat is one thing… but I love it when my meals… spread the love.” \n\nA:\nThe raccoon lifted an eyebrow to see the wolf rise, turn and shift to slowly pull his pants down to show off a most exquisite rump, covered in thick, grey wolf hair and flexing with toned muscles squeezing in the fresh, cool air. Rocket had seen it before (of course, canine's loved to show their asses) but not in quite this level of splendor. It was fatter, healthier than ever before thanks to the contributions of his successful hunt. It was an impressive story and from the looks of it every aspect was true.\n\nRocket bit his lip in silent, begrudging approval. \n\n\"Well if you're done waiting for me to sniff your ass I’ve got one better!\" He finally continued, coon teeth glistening as he took a soda out of the pack. Impressive thick white incisors were the last thing many an alien had seen before they disappeared into him. \"It was around Lylat actually.\"\n\nHe took a moment for the statement to sink in and briefly considered if such a story should actually be told, but his alcohol inhibited brain pushed those reservations away. \"Was in a bar down south and started talking to this lovely cat lady, trying to get her away and into my stomach.\" \n\nThe raccoon drummed his fingers along the dome of his fattened belly, heavy with the weight of many good meals. “Eventually I got the attention of this big, fat piggy. Intimidating guy, strong too, but a couple of punches took him down and I swallowed him whole there and then in front of everyone. Freak got what he deserved.\"\n\nRL:\nThe moment Wolf heard mention of the Lylat system, he knew there would be a fun story from the raccoon, and he did not disappoint. “You finally ate Pigma Dengar?” Laughed the pilot. “I’m impressed.” He sat back down but did not bother to refasten his pants. Instead, he kicked them off, proudly displaying his erect, knotted cock. “He was disloyal, always after the prize, but still extremely useful. In fact, you may have found the best use for him yet.” \n\nGrinning, Wolf began to stroke his member. After finishing his soda, he belched, then sat down the bottle. “I wish I would have been there to see it happen,” Mused the nude pilot, “Watching his fat, muscular body struggle as you crammed it down your talented muzzle. The very thought is intoxicating.” Wolf stood up from his seat, his body towering over Rockets. If he was hasty, there was a chance he’d be another oversized meal sliding down the rodent’s gullet. \n\n“Tell me,” Began the pilot, “What was it like as you devoured him?” Wolf reached out and briefly hooked his clawed toe into the raccoon’s bellybutton, grinning as he watched the raccoon wince before taking his foot away once again. “Maybe I should demonstrate the process.” \n\nA: \nHad his fur not been in the way Wolf would of seen the smaller creature’s skin pale as he spoke. Pigma Dengar... of Starwolf? No, it couldn’t be. There was no way he really ate a member of Wolf’s own team and had unknowingly bragged about it before him, but the canine certainly seemed to think so. “H-hey,” Rocket purred with a weak whine, as he stared at the creature’s fat knotted cock that put his own to shame, muscled legs ending in two firm, clawed feet. If Rocket made a wrong move, he could easily be eviscerated.\n\nOr worse. \n\nStill he decided to play along for now and silently smiled weakly at the canine before him. “Heh yeah he was pretty nice, piggies always are,” the raccoon nodded “Nice and wriggly heifer, not as tasty as the pat avengers but he made me much more f-fat though.”\n\nAs he said it Rocket realized that was a misstep, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much weight he’d put on recently, how thick and juicy he looked... “He-he, listen I really need to get going Wolf. Nice talking to you.”\n\nRL: \nBefore the raccoon could scurry away, Wolf picked him up off the ground. “Not so fast, there, Rocket.” He had the raccoon’s neck between his claws and held him at eye level. Each of the Raccoon’s curses and struggles bounced off the lupine pilot. “Normally,” Wolf began, “I’d forgive you for eating a traitor, especially one as fat as Pigma. But,” Giggling, he licked his teeth, “I happened to have my eyes set on him… I guess I’ll just have to have you as a proxy.” \n\nOpening his maw gave the rodent a brief look into the toothy, dripping cave that served as an entrance to Wolf’s digestive tract. He forced out a wet, gurgling burp, throwing spit and sour air at the raccoon. “You know, Rocket, I’m glad it goes this way. Now I get to have all of Pigma’s juiciness in a much smaller package!” Wolf’s maw continued to stretch open to the point where his jaw popped. After placing his other paw behind the raccoon’s head, he pushed his meal in. \n\n“Mmmph~” Moaned Wolf, his tongue circling around the rodent’s head. With a slight tug from his tongue he pulled Rocket’s entire head into his mouth. As small as Rocket was, less than half Wolf’s height and at most a fifth his weight, it was no challenge to stuff most of the raccoon’s upper half between his cheeks and force his meal’s muzzle down his throat. \n\nA: \nRocket nearly choked on the stench of digested meals spilling out of the wolf’s gaping, echoing maw beckoning him towards a most delicious end. “H-hey wait, you sack of...” he hesitated, trying to pry the paws around his neck away and failing that moving his own onto wolf’s chest “Get off me o-or I swear you’ll regret it!”\n\nBut what could he do? Wolf was stronger, sleeker, faster and his name carried more weight around here. He could eat anyone he wanted and tonight and a certain fat raccoon was on the menu. So, Rocket tried a different strategy. \n\n“Look man, I’m sorry ok?” He pleaded, eyes brimming with wet tears. “If you let me go I’ll g-get you something even better than Pigma, you know there’s about 6 more of those pet avengers I was talking about? Some really fat ones too! I’ll get you all of them if you just, let me go!” \n\nHis head was quickly shoved into the stinking waiting maw of the canine, thick wolf teeth digging into the dome of his skull, pink tongue lapping playfully at his face. A soft groan from around him told Rocket that he was indeed delicious, his richly modified and well-kept form providing a lovely, warm snack for Wolf to mull over and devour.\n\nRL: \nWolf peeled off what remained of Rocket’s flight suit, tasting the previously-scrawny raccoon’s soft, fattened form. He swallowed hard and pulled Rocket’s head down his throat, the rodent’s small head hardly creating a lump in his neck. Euphoric, he chewed on Rocket’s soft middle, his tongue exploring each fold of his torso. Every inch of Wolf’s meal was deliciously hardened by years of scavenging and fighting yet somehow perfectly softened by his recent delicious endeavors. \n\nUsing his firm paw, Wolf pushed in the raccoon’s meaty rear, his tongue licking around his crotch as he took in the bottom part of the raccoon. He gulped again, this time swallowing down Rocket’s upper torso. Though wider than his head, the rodent failed to make a noticeable bulge in his predator’s neck. Wolf moaned as he licked his prey’s slender legs but focused the most on his generously sized crotch. Even for a creature as small as he was, Rocket still packed a large pair of balls and a thick, prodding member that Wolf currently licked around. \n\nAs aroused as Wolf was by the idea of half-a-dozen super-powered meals, the clout of one was all he needed. Knowing he bended a singular self-proclaimed hunter to his desires was what Wolf hungered for, and as he felt the first moan escape from his prey’s defeated body, Wolf knew he’d one. Another swallow took in Rocket’s legs and one more sent him down. Though impressive in his own regards, Rocket went down like nothing, barely traceable as he slid down Wolf’s neck before disappearing into his fattened gut. \n\nA:\nFor Rocket the experience was much less divine, his head shoved into the dark dank pit of a stinking wolf maw, sucked at and prodded over like a piece of lean beef, although his form wasn't exactly lean anymore. The fat from Hairball, Ms. Lion, Pigma and his other hunts had settled around every limb. His arms pudgy and weak, his belly fat and loose, his rump squishy and plush. Rocket was delicious no doubt, a healthy, well prepared meal for a ravenous canine.\n\nHe slid down bit by bit into the hot gullet, a long stretch of tight muscle squeezing over his wriggling form. Rocket tried to cry out, fight against his fate even as his belly and crotch were lapped up gracefully, covered in sticky wolf drool. \"Y-you bastard,\" he choked and kicked his feet inside barely managing to shake Wolf's neck, \"I'll make you fat and slow!\" But his killer didn't seem to mind and soon Rocket found himself slipping into the skin-tight sac of digestion, acids already burning at his fur and skin.\n\nRL:\nThe first of Rocket’s struggles and the last of his swearing escaped Wolf’s gut in the form of a wet, hot, “Breh-elch!” Wolf gave a deep laugh, followed by another thick burp, feeling his stomach hug around the form of his prey. “You’re one to talk for being fat, buh-arp, and slow, Rocket. I haven’t had an easier meal in some time… nor have I had a tastier one.” Smirking, the rubbed around the form of the tightly-curled raccoon. Even Wolf’s cock pressed against the rodent’s form, and his prey’s struggles helped to stimulate his member. \n\nEasing into his chair, Wolf moaned, stroking both his cock and his stomach. “Bar-UHP! Ah! For a scum bag yourself, you had quite the taste, Rocket.” Smugly, he sucked off each his claws, savoring each morsel of the raccoon’s taste. Few times had the pilot the pleasure to devour a meal so small yet so filling. And, then there was Rocket, a cock-sure rodent a half his size and a fifth his weight, now sitting heavy in his gut. \n\nWolf hardly even looked pregnant with his gut sprawling out on his lap. His stomach was nearly perfectly round, Rocket’s shape perfectly visible, though still obscured between thick layers of fat and fur. His gut gurgled softly, its volume increasing as he ejected another belch, preparing to churn up and absorb his meal. Grinning, Wolf Smacked his gut. “Any regards to pa-arp, along, Rocket?” To entice his meal, he thrusted his hips, ramming his cock into the rodent’s back side. \n\nA:\nSquelching in the fetid, hot confines of the canine’s belly with stinging slime already coating his body, Rocket sniffed. This place smelled bad, real bad. Like old decayed meat, the remains of Wolf’s previous meals sticking to the walls in an odorous, profane memorial. God this was embarrassing, he’d bene Rocket Raccoon guardian of the galaxy once but now he was little more than a piece of meat stewing inside an arrogant, belching male. There was little Groot, Quill or anybody could do for him now. \n\nEscape was all up to him.\n\n“Scumbag?” Rocket grunted and kicked out his little clawed feet already beginning to melt at the tips. “I’m not the one getting, unh, g-getting off on digesting someone. I swear when I get out of here I'm gonna beat you so hard you’ll have to suck your next prey out of a bag!” The raccoon thrashed, shifting his body left and right then back and forth to make something, anything give way to the cool air outside. Every belch wolf let ooze out cost Rocket whatever foul air he had left, his lung tightening and tongue lolling, suffocating in the unbearably hot stomach. Fur and skin falling out in clumps, melting at the slightest touch of those squishy canine innards.\n \nIt didn’t occur to Rocket, disintegrating as he was, that his actions only pushed Wolf closer to orgasm. Every sweet kick and soft mewl of discomfort brought out a new drive in his devourer. “Send my regards to Pigma, cause you’ll be seeing him soon!” Rocket spat.\n\nRL: \nThe combined activity and struggles within Wolf forced out another thick, meaty belch, his stomach contracting around his prey like a vacuum seal. “Ah, you don’t even know how enjoyable this is, ar-ourph, is!” Howling with pleasure, Wolf thrust his throbbing cock into his own middle, feeling it squish against his softening prey. His stomach gurgled and bubbled as it worked on his meal and the pilot growled and groaned at his own building pleasure. With an explosive, climactic burp, Wolf ejected not only slobber, but a thick stream of cum, spreading it throughout his own fur and feeling it dribble down his still-hard member. \n\nMoaning, Wolf stood up, reached to his groin, and wiped off a slathering of cum. “Maybe I should send some down for you, Rocket. You were such a delightful meal, after all, I feel like I owe you some… bounty.” Wolf sucked off his fingers, swallowing down his own cream and sending it towards his stewing prey. “Enjoy your, be-elch, payment, Rocket!” \n\nA:\nEvery belch pulled the sac tighter around the small mammal’s squirming form, fetid air spilling out from the belly and out of wolf’s maw thick with the smell of digesting, melting rodent. He felt even worse when that hot, throbbing cock ground against his form from the outside, the raccoon struggling to pull himself up away from the bumps and bulges of the excited member and the oozing juices melting his skin. “Agh! You pervert,” Rocket growled weakly, cum dripping from above and landing on his soft ears, “You’re a m-monster...eating your own cum j-just to fuck with me...”\n\nRocket had eaten his own meals, fucked some of them even, but never had he seen a prey be so humiliated and toyed with. Worse still that it was him, a festering pile of squirming belly meat fucked from the outside in, head covered now in juices and cum.\n\nFinally, graciously, Rocket gave into the harsh whims of wolf’s stomach and was still. A single, final, defiant twitch of belly and then all was finished except for the happy gurgles and rolling churns of a stomach hard at work to melt down a fully-grown Raccoon carcass.\n\nRL:\nAs Wolf’s stomach continued to work on his meal, the lupine pilot continued to stroke himself. Several times he climaxed, each ejaculating a veritable helping of his cream, and several times he swallowed it down towards his now-still meal. “You were, brah-ARP, such a delicious treat, Rocket.” Moaned Wolf, as he finally gave his last climax. As much as his meal’s life was spent, so was Wolf’s energy. Though Rocket was one of his easiest meals to swallow down, Wolf had hardly put so much effort towards torturing his dinner and pleasuring himself. \n\nEventually, once his gurgling stomach had settled enough, Wolf stood up, pulled on his boots and pants, and threw on his jacket. He collected the barely-opened cases of beer and soda and walked out of the bar’s back room, ready for a different kind of treat. \n\n“He did not last long, O’Donnell.” Remarked the rabbit as she poured Wolf another pitcher of water. \n\nEying the glass, Wolf saw his own warped reflection, which greatly exaggerated his proportions, including his round-but-soft stomach. “That’s true,” The pilot started, “But he served his purpose.” \n\nBenny leaned across the bar, her nose nearly touching Wolf’s snout. “Show me what you did to him.” \n\nGrinning, Wolf cracked his mouth open before ejecting a thick, stale, “Bar-rour-ooph. Is that what you wanted?” Quipped the lupine.\n\nAfter letting out an exasperated sigh, the rabbit nodded. “You know how to please, O’Donnell.” \n\nWolf lifted his mug and drained the water in a few swallows, creating a new wave of sloshing in his full, bloated stomach. “Ah,” He sighed, slamming his cup, “That I do.” He flipped some coins across the table and turned around on his stool to stand up. “It was a good, urp, night, but it’s time that I,” He stopped when a soft paw landed on his shoulders. \n\n“Come on Wolf,” Nearly moaned the rabbit, “You know that’s not all I want.” \n\nOnce Wolf scanned the bar, making sure it was free of his patrons, he turned back to his bartender. “You want a more vivid demonstration, don’t you?” \n\nGrinning, the rabbit hopped across the bar, wrapping herself around Wolf. Her soft thighs hugged around his bloated sack of a gut while her arms held behind his back. “Wolf,” Whispered the rabbit, “I’ve seen you come in this bar with more animals of all shapes and sizes than I can count, and they’ve all,” she traced her finger down his throat, towards his stomach, “Ended up, right here.” \n\nWolf smiled, showing his teeth, and locked eyes with the rabbit. “You know that anything that goes down my throat never comes up, Benny. I need somewhere to get my drinks.” \n\nBlushing, she pressed her nose to his. “I don’t need much, Wolf. Just a taste.” \n\n“Fine then.” Smugly replied the Pilot. “Just, a, taste.” Wolf cocked his head to the side and stretched open his mouth. Slowly, he proceeded forward, putting the rabbit’s head between his jaws and washing her over with his hot, moist breath. \n\nQuivering, Benny stared back into the dark, wet cavern that was Wolf’s throat. It pulsed, calling for her, yet it did not want her. Instead, it opened up and forced out a wave of dense, putrid gas with a thunderous, “Bruah-arh-HOURPH!” \n\nWolf pulled out the rabbit’s head and closed his mouth. “Was that good enough for you, Benny?” \n\nStill smiling, she wiped a thick sheet of drool off her face. “That was perfect, Wolf.” She leaned in herself, her own lips opening, but instead of taking in Wolf’s snout she planted a small kiss on his nose. Once they parted, she released Wolf, landing solidly on the ground. Continuing to wipe spit from her face, Benny sighed, knowing that was the closest she’d get to Wolf’s belly. “Heading out, O’Donnell?” \n\nAlready Wolf was turned around, walking towards the door. “Venom is waiting.” The pilot replied. “I need new recruits, and some new targets for dinner.” \n\n“I wish you luck then, Wolf.” \n\nWolf gave his gut a hardy smack and gave the rabbit a sly grin. “I’ll be back, Benny… a taste like yours won’t be forgotten.” ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "RL:
Every sound in the bar exploded in Wolf’s ears, to the point where he could hardly hear his own thoughts. After three-or-four pints of cheap booze, the canine pilot’s head swum in alcohol while his typically-lean stomach bloated through his jacket. He squinted with his good eye, trying to focus on the lithe rabbit standing on the other side of the bar, and cracked a toothy grin. For the past hour, his attention was exclusively on her. The other loud patrons, some of whom Wolf even knew, were completely obsolete when he had the rabbit’s attention.

She’d served him well throughout the night and had done so for the past several years. Even after several successful hits on mining convoys and lucrative raids on merchant planets, Wolf found himself at the same remote moon, at the same space bar, ordering the same booze from the same rabbit. Grinning, Wolf tapped his claws on the glass handle of his mug. “Refill please, Benny?” Though typically refined and smug, the canine’s voice came out low and slow.

“You sure about that, captain?” Joked the rabbit, leaning on the table to put her soft, flannel-covered chest in the canine’s face.

Sharp teeth flashed from his white muzzle as Wolf grinned. His stomach rumbled and his mouth hung open as he let out a thick, alcoholic, “Ber-elch.”

The rabbit grinned, inhaling some of the stale air. “I’ll give some time to yourself, wolf.” She walked away towards another patron, her tight rump and fluffy tail bouncing with each step.

Wolf sighed, content, before letting out another crass belch. He didn’t care who saw his manners in this bar, everyone here knew and respected him enough that he could break from his typically refined character and indulge in more carnal pleasures. “God, I love that woman.” Moaned Wolf, leaning on his elbows. “Lylat just doesn’t make ‘em like her.”

A:
Outside, way outside in the upper atmosphere, a small ship began to descend through the clouds deftly navigating its way through the traffic and steamy fog of the dense metropolitan landscape. Inside a small furry muzzle poked around, nimble fingers swiping around to paw at buttons and crank levers, slowly angling the ship downwards a shady looking bar on the eastern pass. One of his favourite haunts for information, no small amount of villainous scum lounging around both in and outside of the small premises.

Plus, he just, really, really needed a beer.

He slid the spaceship down to a gentle stop aboard one of the marked parking positions near the bar, slipping a hand down to grasp at his suspiciously fat belly and grin. “Been a good hunting season,” He grinned with a flash of coon teeth visible in the windshield, “Bagged myself two super powered pets, a brood egg and a big, fat duck guy ...amongst others.”

The other guardians wouldn’t have possibly guessed that rocket spent his vacation time kidnapping and devouring the tastiest, sweetest creatures he could find inside and sometimes outside space. But now it was time to wash that all away with a beer and then reunite with the other guardians and blasting off for more space adventures. Until the next time he got a chance to feed.

Grin widening, locking his ship with a low beep and a cocky strut, Rocket raccoon made his way towards his favourite bar.

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Wolf’s attention turned to the doors of the bar as they swung inwards, letting in a scrawny raccoon. He’d seen the face plenty of times before. This raccoon was the fun type of patron. He was always willing to shoot a few extra rounds of pool, buy another drink for a friend, or console one of the regulars after a clearly hard tight. Smiling, Wolf tapped the seat next to him, catching the raccoon’s eye. “Ey, coon!” Called the lupine pilot. “You look like you could use a drink!”

Grinning, Wolf watched as Rocket walked across the bar floor, then climbed up on the stool next to him. “Been a while since I’ve seen your muzzle around here.” Wolf downed the rest of his beer, sighing as he sat the glass back down on the bar. His stomach rolled past his waistline and mid-way down his lap, but that did not bother the pilot. Instead, he seemed quite proud of his stomach, giving the soft organ content pats.

It did not take long for Benny to walk back over, and when she did, she smirked at Wolf. “New lover, O’Donnell?”

“Nah.” He shook his head, grinning at the raccoon. “Just someone who needs some beer.”

“Got it.” After winking at the two, she took Wolf’s glass and retrieved a fresh mug for Rocket. A moment later, she sat down both frothy mugs in front of the patrons. “I hope you boys enjoy!” After that, she walked off, her fluffy rear and tail bouncing behind her.

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Rocket had smelled Wolf O’Donnell before he saw the canine’s hairy back come into view. A thick masculine scent tinged with beer and the wild, untamed aroma of a wolfen heritage wafted around him.  Rocket pursed his lips a little as the Lylat native turned around to regard him, thinking to respond smartly but deciding against it on two counts; One: Wolf was willing to buy him a beer, and two: that he wasn’t averse to using his claws when he felt it necessary…

Generally not a guy Rocket messed with unless he was feeling brave, or drunk.

“I was busy,” The raccoon mumbled with another scowl as he took a swig of his thick, frothy beer, good stuff that he could almost eat as well as drink it was so heavy. “Had some time off, month or two to myself,” his grin widened, Wolf O'Donnell being one of the few people he could talk to about stuff like this, “But maybe not best to talk about that around here.” Rocket gave his own fattened belly a pat to illustrate the point and then took another, longer draft from his glass almost downing the brownish liquid in one go. "I missed this place though, the bartender especially. How have you been Wolfy?"

RL:
Wolf chuckled, immediately knowing the source of Rocket’s extra padding. “I’ve been good, been, be-erp, good.” After giving another wet, rank burp, Wolf shook himself. “Ey, Benny!”

The rabbit smiled, waltzing over to her summoner. “Yes, Wolfy?” She leaned over, perfectly positioning her chest to be in both of her patron’s faces. “You sure you need another drink?” She could see his exposed paunch in front of the bar table and bit her lip slightly when his muzzle grinned back at her. “Or would you like a private room for you and your…” She winked at Rocket, “Special friend?”

Chuckling between burps, Wolf leaned forward. “How about a drink and a back room, Benny?”

“Sure thing.” The rabbit winked, then grabbed a six-pack of soda and of beer from beneath the counter. After passing Wolf the key, she walked back towards the other side of the bar. “Don’t have too much fun, you two!”

It took the pilot a moment to pocket the key, the effects of alcohol fogging his movements. “Shall we?” Growled Wolf, giving a toothy grin. A nod and smirk was his answer. “Let’s go then.” Wolf took the raccoon to a cushy back room furnished sparingly with a large couch, old armchair, and small television. He sat down on the touch, opening up his jacket to further expose his stomach. “Alright Rocket,” Began Wolf, “Tell me how you got that paunch. What’s been eating you lately?”

A:
The raccoon was a bit tipsy now, so he saw no issue with following the thick chested creature down through the back of the restaurant, sneaking a look at that thick rump hidden behind denim, a brush of glorious tail swishing above it. Rocket preferred females, sure, but he wasn’t adverse to a quick fling with a male so long as he was on top, and even if Wolf didn’t agree to that there was still the beer and the chance to brag about his conquests that led him to follow along.

“Not so much what’s been eaten me.” He grinned a toothy grin at the canine, eyes wandering down that that fattened belly poking through the rim of his shirt. Wolf was like him, very much like him. “You ever hear of the pet avengers? Pretty freaky group of spoiled super pets, even took on Thanos once...” he slapped at his fuzzy belly and let it jiggle for a spell. “Took two of them, dog and a cat, back to my ship and kept them there for a few hours. Melted nice and good, cried all the way too.”

The raccoon chortled at the memory and took another swig of beer. “Thanos is one thing but stomach acids are another beast altogether!” He slid the bottle back on the table and peered out at the wolf with a wry grin. “After that I stole some Brood eggs off Broodworld, didn’t know they had a hivemind until I had a whole squadron of the things flying towards me while I cooked up an omelet. Barely managed to get away with being eaten myself.” He shrugged. “Had a couple of others but, how’s your hunting being?”

Rocket’s grin widened. Wolf always had good stories about his prey, but this time Rocket had him beat, still it was only good courtesy to let the loser retort before crushing them.

RL:
Wolf occasionally nodded along, listening idly to Rocket’s story. It was like him to go after the ‘freaks’ of the universe, rarely going for the prize but instead chasing around the losers. Still, taking on two super-powered pets, even if they were simple animals behind some oddities, was nothing to laugh at. “Impressive,” mused the pilot, “You must have quite the capacity, Rocket.”

Snickering, Wolf pulled a bottle of soda from the case and popped off the lid with his claw. “Nothing interesting to report. Just an… escort mission gone awry.” He chuckled, kicking up his feet on the TV stand and peeling off his boots, letting his thick paws free. “Panther and I were assigned by a local mobster to protect some of his shipment. And that shipment,” Wolf punctuated himself with a thick belch, “Was delicious.”

The pilot shrugged off his jacket, revealing a tight but muscular chest that well contrasted his fattened, bloated belly. “There were seven girls for us to guard, and it just so happened that the pirates took five, but don’t worry, they left some booty.” His statement again ended with a crass, alcohol-fueled burp. “I had three vulpine girls… all tall, slender beauties, and Panther had two. The last two were shut up after I belched out some bones to remind them where their friends went, and the boss was understanding after I explained the whereabouts of his girls.”

After glancing at the door to make sure it was shut and locked, Wolf turned his backside towards Rocket and dropped his trousers, revealing his thick, fluffy rear. Both of Wolf’s butt cheeks looked as soft as pillows with firm muscle hidden by inches of warm, soft, wolf fat. “As I said,” Smugly continued the pilot, “They left me with plenty of booty to spread around.” Taunting the raccoon, the lupine pilot gave his ass a slap. “Tummy fat is one thing… but I love it when my meals… spread the love.”

A:
The raccoon lifted an eyebrow to see the wolf rise, turn and shift to slowly pull his pants down to show off a most exquisite rump, covered in thick, grey wolf hair and flexing with toned muscles squeezing in the fresh, cool air. Rocket had seen it before (of course, canine's loved to show their asses) but not in quite this level of splendor. It was fatter, healthier than ever before thanks to the contributions of his successful hunt. It was an impressive story and from the looks of it every aspect was true.

Rocket bit his lip in silent, begrudging approval.

"Well if you're done waiting for me to sniff your ass I’ve got one better!" He finally continued, coon teeth glistening as he took a soda out of the pack. Impressive thick white incisors were the last thing many an alien had seen before they disappeared into him. "It was around Lylat actually."

He took a moment for the statement to sink in and briefly considered if such a story should actually be told, but his alcohol inhibited brain pushed those reservations away. "Was in a bar down south and started talking to this lovely cat lady, trying to get her away and into my stomach."

The raccoon drummed his fingers along the dome of his fattened belly, heavy with the weight of many good meals. “Eventually I got the attention of this big, fat piggy. Intimidating guy, strong too, but a couple of punches took him down and I swallowed him whole there and then in front of everyone. Freak got what he deserved."

RL:
The moment Wolf heard mention of the Lylat system, he knew there would be a fun story from the raccoon, and he did not disappoint. “You finally ate Pigma Dengar?” Laughed the pilot. “I’m impressed.” He sat back down but did not bother to refasten his pants. Instead, he kicked them off, proudly displaying his erect, knotted cock. “He was disloyal, always after the prize, but still extremely useful. In fact, you may have found the best use for him yet.”

Grinning, Wolf began to stroke his member. After finishing his soda, he belched, then sat down the bottle. “I wish I would have been there to see it happen,” Mused the nude pilot, “Watching his fat, muscular body struggle as you crammed it down your talented muzzle. The very thought is intoxicating.” Wolf stood up from his seat, his body towering over Rockets. If he was hasty, there was a chance he’d be another oversized meal sliding down the rodent’s gullet.

“Tell me,” Began the pilot, “What was it like as you devoured him?” Wolf reached out and briefly hooked his clawed toe into the raccoon’s bellybutton, grinning as he watched the raccoon wince before taking his foot away once again. “Maybe I should demonstrate the process.”

A:
Had his fur not been in the way Wolf would of seen the smaller creature’s skin pale as he spoke. Pigma Dengar... of Starwolf? No, it couldn’t be. There was no way he really ate a member of Wolf’s own team and had unknowingly bragged about it before him, but the canine certainly seemed to think so. “H-hey,” Rocket purred with a weak whine, as he stared at the creature’s fat knotted cock that put his own to shame, muscled legs ending in two firm, clawed feet. If Rocket made a wrong move, he could easily be eviscerated.

Or worse.

Still he decided to play along for now and silently smiled weakly at the canine before him. “Heh yeah he was pretty nice, piggies always are,” the raccoon nodded “Nice and wriggly heifer, not as tasty as the pat avengers but he made me much more f-fat though.”

As he said it Rocket realized that was a misstep, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much weight he’d put on recently, how thick and juicy he looked... “He-he, listen I really need to get going Wolf. Nice talking to you.”

RL:
Before the raccoon could scurry away, Wolf picked him up off the ground. “Not so fast, there, Rocket.” He had the raccoon’s neck between his claws and held him at eye level. Each of the Raccoon’s curses and struggles bounced off the lupine pilot. “Normally,” Wolf began, “I’d forgive you for eating a traitor, especially one as fat as Pigma. But,” Giggling, he licked his teeth, “I happened to have my eyes set on him… I guess I’ll just have to have you as a proxy.”

Opening his maw gave the rodent a brief look into the toothy, dripping cave that served as an entrance to Wolf’s digestive tract. He forced out a wet, gurgling burp, throwing spit and sour air at the raccoon. “You know, Rocket, I’m glad it goes this way. Now I get to have all of Pigma’s juiciness in a much smaller package!” Wolf’s maw continued to stretch open to the point where his jaw popped. After placing his other paw behind the raccoon’s head, he pushed his meal in.

“Mmmph~” Moaned Wolf, his tongue circling around the rodent’s head. With a slight tug from his tongue he pulled Rocket’s entire head into his mouth. As small as Rocket was, less than half Wolf’s height and at most a fifth his weight, it was no challenge to stuff most of the raccoon’s upper half between his cheeks and force his meal’s muzzle down his throat.

A:
Rocket nearly choked on the stench of digested meals spilling out of the wolf’s gaping, echoing maw beckoning him towards a most delicious end. “H-hey wait, you sack of...” he hesitated, trying to pry the paws around his neck away and failing that moving his own onto wolf’s chest “Get off me o-or I swear you’ll regret it!”

But what could he do? Wolf was stronger, sleeker, faster and his name carried more weight around here. He could eat anyone he wanted and tonight and a certain fat raccoon was on the menu. So, Rocket tried a different strategy.

“Look man, I’m sorry ok?” He pleaded, eyes brimming with wet tears. “If you let me go I’ll g-get you something even better than Pigma, you know there’s about 6 more of those pet avengers I was talking about? Some really fat ones too! I’ll get you all of them if you just, let me go!”

His head was quickly shoved into the stinking waiting maw of the canine, thick wolf teeth digging into the dome of his skull, pink tongue lapping playfully at his face. A soft groan from around him told Rocket that he was indeed delicious, his richly modified and well-kept form providing a lovely, warm snack for Wolf to mull over and devour.

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Wolf peeled off what remained of Rocket’s flight suit, tasting the previously-scrawny raccoon’s soft, fattened form. He swallowed hard and pulled Rocket’s head down his throat, the rodent’s small head hardly creating a lump in his neck. Euphoric, he chewed on Rocket’s soft middle, his tongue exploring each fold of his torso. Every inch of Wolf’s meal was deliciously hardened by years of scavenging and fighting yet somehow perfectly softened by his recent delicious endeavors.

Using his firm paw, Wolf pushed in the raccoon’s meaty rear, his tongue licking around his crotch as he took in the bottom part of the raccoon. He gulped again, this time swallowing down Rocket’s upper torso. Though wider than his head, the rodent failed to make a noticeable bulge in his predator’s neck. Wolf moaned as he licked his prey’s slender legs but focused the most on his generously sized crotch. Even for a creature as small as he was, Rocket still packed a large pair of balls and a thick, prodding member that Wolf currently licked around.

As aroused as Wolf was by the idea of half-a-dozen super-powered meals, the clout of one was all he needed. Knowing he bended a singular self-proclaimed hunter to his desires was what Wolf hungered for, and as he felt the first moan escape from his prey’s defeated body, Wolf knew he’d one. Another swallow took in Rocket’s legs and one more sent him down. Though impressive in his own regards, Rocket went down like nothing, barely traceable as he slid down Wolf’s neck before disappearing into his fattened gut.

A:
For Rocket the experience was much less divine, his head shoved into the dark dank pit of a stinking wolf maw, sucked at and prodded over like a piece of lean beef, although his form wasn't exactly lean anymore. The fat from Hairball, Ms. Lion, Pigma and his other hunts had settled around every limb. His arms pudgy and weak, his belly fat and loose, his rump squishy and plush. Rocket was delicious no doubt, a healthy, well prepared meal for a ravenous canine.

He slid down bit by bit into the hot gullet, a long stretch of tight muscle squeezing over his wriggling form. Rocket tried to cry out, fight against his fate even as his belly and crotch were lapped up gracefully, covered in sticky wolf drool. "Y-you bastard," he choked and kicked his feet inside barely managing to shake Wolf's neck, "I'll make you fat and slow!" But his killer didn't seem to mind and soon Rocket found himself slipping into the skin-tight sac of digestion, acids already burning at his fur and skin.

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The first of Rocket’s struggles and the last of his swearing escaped Wolf’s gut in the form of a wet, hot, “Breh-elch!” Wolf gave a deep laugh, followed by another thick burp, feeling his stomach hug around the form of his prey. “You’re one to talk for being fat, buh-arp, and slow, Rocket. I haven’t had an easier meal in some time… nor have I had a tastier one.” Smirking, the rubbed around the form of the tightly-curled raccoon. Even Wolf’s cock pressed against the rodent’s form, and his prey’s struggles helped to stimulate his member.

Easing into his chair, Wolf moaned, stroking both his cock and his stomach. “Bar-UHP! Ah! For a scum bag yourself, you had quite the taste, Rocket.” Smugly, he sucked off each his claws, savoring each morsel of the raccoon’s taste. Few times had the pilot the pleasure to devour a meal so small yet so filling. And, then there was Rocket, a cock-sure rodent a half his size and a fifth his weight, now sitting heavy in his gut.

Wolf hardly even looked pregnant with his gut sprawling out on his lap. His stomach was nearly perfectly round, Rocket’s shape perfectly visible, though still obscured between thick layers of fat and fur. His gut gurgled softly, its volume increasing as he ejected another belch, preparing to churn up and absorb his meal. Grinning, Wolf Smacked his gut. “Any regards to pa-arp, along, Rocket?” To entice his meal, he thrusted his hips, ramming his cock into the rodent’s back side.

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Squelching in the fetid, hot confines of the canine’s belly with stinging slime already coating his body, Rocket sniffed. This place smelled bad, real bad. Like old decayed meat, the remains of Wolf’s previous meals sticking to the walls in an odorous, profane memorial. God this was embarrassing, he’d bene Rocket Raccoon guardian of the galaxy once but now he was little more than a piece of meat stewing inside an arrogant, belching male. There was little Groot, Quill or anybody could do for him now.

Escape was all up to him.

“Scumbag?” Rocket grunted and kicked out his little clawed feet already beginning to melt at the tips. “I’m not the one getting, unh, g-getting off on digesting someone. I swear when I get out of here I'm gonna beat you so hard you’ll have to suck your next prey out of a bag!” The raccoon thrashed, shifting his body left and right then back and forth to make something, anything give way to the cool air outside. Every belch wolf let ooze out cost Rocket whatever foul air he had left, his lung tightening and tongue lolling, suffocating in the unbearably hot stomach. Fur and skin falling out in clumps, melting at the slightest touch of those squishy canine innards.
 
It didn’t occur to Rocket, disintegrating as he was, that his actions only pushed Wolf closer to orgasm. Every sweet kick and soft mewl of discomfort brought out a new drive in his devourer. “Send my regards to Pigma, cause you’ll be seeing him soon!” Rocket spat.

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The combined activity and struggles within Wolf forced out another thick, meaty belch, his stomach contracting around his prey like a vacuum seal. “Ah, you don’t even know how enjoyable this is, ar-ourph, is!” Howling with pleasure, Wolf thrust his throbbing cock into his own middle, feeling it squish against his softening prey. His stomach gurgled and bubbled as it worked on his meal and the pilot growled and groaned at his own building pleasure. With an explosive, climactic burp, Wolf ejected not only slobber, but a thick stream of cum, spreading it throughout his own fur and feeling it dribble down his still-hard member.

Moaning, Wolf stood up, reached to his groin, and wiped off a slathering of cum. “Maybe I should send some down for you, Rocket. You were such a delightful meal, after all, I feel like I owe you some… bounty.” Wolf sucked off his fingers, swallowing down his own cream and sending it towards his stewing prey. “Enjoy your, be-elch, payment, Rocket!”

A:
Every belch pulled the sac tighter around the small mammal’s squirming form, fetid air spilling out from the belly and out of wolf’s maw thick with the smell of digesting, melting rodent. He felt even worse when that hot, throbbing cock ground against his form from the outside, the raccoon struggling to pull himself up away from the bumps and bulges of the excited member and the oozing juices melting his skin. “Agh! You pervert,” Rocket growled weakly, cum dripping from above and landing on his soft ears, “You’re a m-monster...eating your own cum j-just to fuck with me...”

Rocket had eaten his own meals, fucked some of them even, but never had he seen a prey be so humiliated and toyed with. Worse still that it was him, a festering pile of squirming belly meat fucked from the outside in, head covered now in juices and cum.

Finally, graciously, Rocket gave into the harsh whims of wolf’s stomach and was still. A single, final, defiant twitch of belly and then all was finished except for the happy gurgles and rolling churns of a stomach hard at work to melt down a fully-grown Raccoon carcass.

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As Wolf’s stomach continued to work on his meal, the lupine pilot continued to stroke himself. Several times he climaxed, each ejaculating a veritable helping of his cream, and several times he swallowed it down towards his now-still meal. “You were, brah-ARP, such a delicious treat, Rocket.” Moaned Wolf, as he finally gave his last climax. As much as his meal’s life was spent, so was Wolf’s energy. Though Rocket was one of his easiest meals to swallow down, Wolf had hardly put so much effort towards torturing his dinner and pleasuring himself.

Eventually, once his gurgling stomach had settled enough, Wolf stood up, pulled on his boots and pants, and threw on his jacket. He collected the barely-opened cases of beer and soda and walked out of the bar’s back room, ready for a different kind of treat.

“He did not last long, O’Donnell.” Remarked the rabbit as she poured Wolf another pitcher of water.

Eying the glass, Wolf saw his own warped reflection, which greatly exaggerated his proportions, including his round-but-soft stomach. “That’s true,” The pilot started, “But he served his purpose.”

Benny leaned across the bar, her nose nearly touching Wolf’s snout. “Show me what you did to him.”

Grinning, Wolf cracked his mouth open before ejecting a thick, stale, “Bar-rour-ooph. Is that what you wanted?” Quipped the lupine.

After letting out an exasperated sigh, the rabbit nodded. “You know how to please, O’Donnell.”

Wolf lifted his mug and drained the water in a few swallows, creating a new wave of sloshing in his full, bloated stomach. “Ah,” He sighed, slamming his cup, “That I do.” He flipped some coins across the table and turned around on his stool to stand up. “It was a good, urp, night, but it’s time that I,” He stopped when a soft paw landed on his shoulders.

“Come on Wolf,” Nearly moaned the rabbit, “You know that’s not all I want.”

Once Wolf scanned the bar, making sure it was free of his patrons, he turned back to his bartender. “You want a more vivid demonstration, don’t you?”

Grinning, the rabbit hopped across the bar, wrapping herself around Wolf. Her soft thighs hugged around his bloated sack of a gut while her arms held behind his back. “Wolf,” Whispered the rabbit, “I’ve seen you come in this bar with more animals of all shapes and sizes than I can count, and they’ve all,” she traced her finger down his throat, towards his stomach, “Ended up, right here.”

Wolf smiled, showing his teeth, and locked eyes with the rabbit. “You know that anything that goes down my throat never comes up, Benny. I need somewhere to get my drinks.”

Blushing, she pressed her nose to his. “I don’t need much, Wolf. Just a taste.”

“Fine then.” Smugly replied the Pilot. “Just, a, taste.” Wolf cocked his head to the side and stretched open his mouth. Slowly, he proceeded forward, putting the rabbit’s head between his jaws and washing her over with his hot, moist breath.

Quivering, Benny stared back into the dark, wet cavern that was Wolf’s throat. It pulsed, calling for her, yet it did not want her. Instead, it opened up and forced out a wave of dense, putrid gas with a thunderous, “Bruah-arh-HOURPH!”

Wolf pulled out the rabbit’s head and closed his mouth. “Was that good enough for you, Benny?”

Still smiling, she wiped a thick sheet of drool off her face. “That was perfect, Wolf.” She leaned in herself, her own lips opening, but instead of taking in Wolf’s snout she planted a small kiss on his nose. Once they parted, she released Wolf, landing solidly on the ground. Continuing to wipe spit from her face, Benny sighed, knowing that was the closest she’d get to Wolf’s belly. “Heading out, O’Donnell?”

Already Wolf was turned around, walking towards the door. “Venom is waiting.” The pilot replied. “I need new recruits, and some new targets for dinner.”

“I wish you luck then, Wolf.”

Wolf gave his gut a hardy smack and gave the rabbit a sly grin. “I’ll be back, Benny… a taste like yours won’t be forgotten.” ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Rocket Raccoon: Star Wolfed", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "275" }