[u]Slurping Space Stripper[/u]
By: Zerky DeVore


Rocket Raccoon was having the time of his life. The same could not be said for his partner for the evening. The genetically altered mammal had decided to let off some steam after a particularly tough mission. The reward money had been more than substantial, and under Peter’s suggestion, the pint-sized killing machine decided to find himself some paid entertainment to blow off his aggression. He found a little place in the dark corner of some city he never bothered to learn the name of. It was the typical fare for a strip club: women of various species danced on a multitude of platforms, scantily clad, with hoards of men and women hooting and hollering at them, tossing money as they casually slipped further into nudity.

Rocket hated trying to push through the crowds, so he found himself a stage that barely had an audience. The dancer was a large, pink, reptilian creature. She sported a pair of thick, curling horns, and looked like a cross between a pink dinosaur and a demon. Rocket instantly fell for her. He leaned back in his seat as she danced for her small crowd. Despite the lack of customers, the dino-demon gave it her all. After a few credits tossed her way, she removed her thong, giving the crowd - and especially Rocket - an unabashed view of her thick, intoxicating womanhood.

After the dance, Rocket approached her before she could vanish into the back room. Despite being three times his size, he addressed her with confidence and pride, offering her a fat stack of creds for a one-on-one in the VIP room.

Before long, the pinkly-scaled succubus was bent over the couch in the VIP room, with Rocket practically on top of her heavy, supple rump. He railed into her without any sort of charm or foreplay. He exchanged credits, told her to, “Bend over, baby,” and after he was out of his suit, thrust himself into her without another word.

For the corpulent space stripper, Rocket’s puny form unfortunately meant that she could barely feel him. [i]Looks like another boring client,[/i] she thought with a sigh. She reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a magazine to read. It was out of date, but at least it was something for her to focus on.

Meanwhile, Rocket moaned and talked dirty, lost in his own little masculine fantasy. “Oh yeah, you like that, baby? Love that [i]big[/i] cock inside ya?”

The dino-demon replied with an unenthusiastic “Uh-huh.” She halfheartedly responded to him, saying things like, “Oh, baby, yes,” and “Fuck me harder,” but with a monotone that Rocket did not seem to notice.

Despite how little she felt of Rocket inside of her, when the raccoon came, unexpectedly, her senses immediately flared up. She cocked her head at him, glaring. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Rocket slipped off her, and she furiously noticed a trail of cum as it ran down his shaft. “Did you jizz in me? You didn’t pay for that! Cough up the extra credits, now!”

Rocket scoffed and searched around for a towel. “Please, honey, you should feel honored that someone like me filled your sweet pussy.” He leaned over and planted a firm, precise [i]smack[/i] upon her ass. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but I’m a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Ya know, we’ve saved the universe a few times - here and there. I’m sure you’ve heard of us.”

The dino-demon straightened up and loomed over the (relatively) tiny Rocket. “I couldn’t care less who you are. You came in me, so that’s an extra hundred credits.”

“Sorry, but I gave you the last of what I had.” He shrugged and pushed passed her, still looking for a towel to clean off with. “How ‘bout an IOU? You were a fine piece of ass, and I’d love to get inside you again.”

She felt a burning rage boil up from deep within her core. Rocket was too busy looking for a towel to notice her snarling jaws, and the dripping, vengeful drool that cascaded off her scaly lips. “You like being inside me?Then how about you stay inside me [i]forever[/i]?”

Rocket turned around too little too late. His last view before her jaws clamped down around his head and shoulders was that of a pulsating, dark tunnel, and a long, wet tongue that slathered earnestly around his furry chin.

“What the hell are you doing?” Rocket cried from within the demon-dino’s gullet. Their difference in size allowed her to easily slurp him down to his hips in a single gulp. She lifted him off the floor, drool dripping down her chin, leaving a thick trail along her neck. “Let me go!” Rocket flailed about inside her neck and maw, but his tiny frame was no match for her powerful, thick muscle. “I’ll kill you, ya bitch! Let me out!”

She paid him no mind. He was not the first person to try cheating her out of credits, and like the rest, he would suffer the same fate. She tilted her head back and let the little mammal’s thrashing do some of the work for her. His rage did little more than push him further down her gullet, and provide the demon-dino with some entertainment during her meal. As she guzzled Rocket’s kicking legs to the back of her throat, the demon-dino happened to glance at the time.

[i]Shit! I go on in ten![/i] As much as she wanted to drag the jerk’s descent out a little longer, she had to get prepared for her next show. She wrapped her tongue around one of Rocket’s legs, and with a good tug and a strong gulp, dragged the screaming mammal down her throat. He made a nice sized bulge within her neck and chest, and it tickled her some in that brief moment. He landed within her belly, almost with a cartoonish [i]plop[/i].

She licked her lips, then retched. “Gah! Trashiest tasting dead beat I’ve ever had.” She looked down at her gut, which bulged out enough to be noticeable. Every so often the vague outline of Rocket’s face, hands, and feet made an imprint against her belly scales. “Serves ya right, you little moocher.”

Rocket flailed around inside his dark, disgusting prison with every fiber of his being. He cursed the bitch with every word he could think of, some of which he did not even know the meaning to. “When I get outta here...  Fucking whore.” His bravado, though strong, felt the sting of defeat as he splashed around in the pool of caustic acid. Already his skin began to tingle, and patches of his fur had succumbed to the acidity. “You can’t do this to me! I’m a Guardian of the Galaxy! You hear me, bitch?”

She heard him, though barely, yet his words meant nothing to her. Her stomach filled further with digestive enzymes, pooling around Rocket until nearly a third of him was submerged. The stinging quickly grew more intense, until he felt as though he were on fire. Most of his fur had melted away within minutes, and his skin followed only moments after. His cries went from rage to terror, and the inevitable prospect of doom gripped his mind.

His struggles were worthless, and only helped splash the acid over more of his body. He soon felt numb from his waist down, and though he could not see it, his legs had dissolved to the muscle, and his feet were nearly nothing but bones.

During this time, the she-stripper went about donning her garb for her next performance. A buzzer signaled that she had only a minute left to prepare, and she hurriedly snapped her scantily fitting clothes on, already forgetting about the little mammal digesting inside of her.

She made her way onto the stage, running a little late. The music had already started, and she practically pounced at the pole, hoping no one would notice her tardiness. A few eyes turned toward her after her “grand” entrance, and after a couple of minutes, customers began to circle around her. The crowd grew larger as time passed, until she had the largest throng of patrons in the entire place.

She had no idea what was drawing them to her this time, but she certainly had no complaints. They tossed cred after cred, especially whenever she did a dance that shook the bulge in her belly. The more it swayed, the more money they threw at her.

In his own way, Rocket managed to pay off his debt, and then some. His added heft to her midsection made that night one of the most lucrative in her career, though by the end of her shift, she had completely forgotten all about him, save a tuft of fur she belched up after the show.

The End