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Comm for the wonderful kuneho  ", "writing": "“Remember Rocket” The day was young, or the day in space anyways, and Rocket Raccoon was on a mission, just not a mission he tended to enjoy “Just a supply run and nothing else, no funny business, ya got it?”\n\n“Sure, sure, no funny business” A smirk spread on the raccoon’s face, the thought of having hundreds of thousands credits in his wallet making him giddier than usual “Now hang up star boy, or ya wanna hear me taking a leak too?”\n\n“Ugh gross. Just remember Rocket, we need enough supplies to last us the next stellar cycle” The sound of gunfire and fighting could be heard in the background, the other Guardians of the Galaxy on their own mission, having Rocket sit this one out after almost costing them their last one “I still can’t believe you managed to use ten missions’ worth of ammo in a single run”\n\n“What can I say?” Rocket couldn’t help but laugh, they thought he was being punished, but for him this was a dream come true, a day all to himself, no Guardians, no Nova corps, no nothing “I’m quite an artist! And an artist needs their supplies”\n\n“Those so-called supplies almost cost us half our paycheck!” The familiar sight of the severed celestial head floating in space told Rocket he was nearing his destination, Starlord’s words fell on deaf ears as Rocket started to prepare for docking “Just be sure to get back in one piece, no side trips!”\n\nWith that, Rocket Raccoon chuckled as he proceeded to turn off his comms, effectively hanging up on the other Guardian. Today was his day, and his alone! The supply run could wait. Now all Rocket was thinking about was where to get a drink and where to get some tail!\n\nThough, that was easier said than done. Ever since Knowhere became a central hub of trade and commerce in its little corner of the galaxy, more and more establishments started popping up here and there. With more people came more rules, and more rules meant less fun for our little hero.\n\n“Aggh this sucks!” Rocket passed by more and more brightly lit shops as he roamed the central plaza, yet none of them were what he was looking for. “Where’s a hero supposed to get a drink around here?!”\n\nMinutes felt like hours as Rocket continued to peruse through Knowhere’s shopping district, nothing was really catching his eye. Without anything better to do, the only thing Rocket could think of right now was to get a drink. But not at one of these prissy new upstart bars. He wanted a real drink.\n\nTaking to the streets Rocket proceeded to “borrow” an unattended hoverbike and went to the older side of Knowhere. A place he knew by heart long ago, a place he hoped was still standing after all the so-called progress. Lots of the old Knowhere was rundown or straight up remodeled at this point, but there were a few exceptions. A dingy looking watering hole found on the farthest outskirts of the old mining center was one of these exceptions\n\nThe place looked like it had seen better days, it looked so rundown it looked like it would collapse at any moment. A dimly lit sign told the raccoon that this place was called Starlin’s. He’s heard of the place back in his mercenary days but never got the chance to check it out. Better late than never he guessed.\n\nUpturned hover bikes and scooters littered the outside, a sign this place was more alive than it let on. The smell of rusted metal and old stale beer seemed to waft out of the place. Music can be heard from the inside, tinny and shrill, but still music he guessed.\n\n“Huh, this place seems as good as any to get a drink” Scratching his chin, Rocket couldn’t help but get excited to meet this blue blur again, it had been almost months since they last had some fun together “Hope they got enough alcohol to last me the night”\n\nThe place looked worse than it smelt, and boy did it smell. Rusty nails and upturned floorboards were one thing. But seeing broken glass and upturned tables showed this place had definitely seen better days. Yet at the center of the bar was a shining beacon that this place was going to make Rocket’s night one worth remembering. There at the bar, eagerly drinking and laughing to himself was none other than Blackjack O’Hare.\n\n“Heya Jackie!” The blue bunny barely felt Rocket’s presence as the raccoon sat on the stool beside him “Fancy meeting you in a place like this!”\n\nRocket slid his arm around the blue bunny’s shoulders, eagerly pulling him close. Blackjack had a bit too much to drink at this point, but he was pretty sure he could feel his face burning a lot more than when he started drinking.\n\n“Oh, Heya Rocky” Blackjack was shaking, more from anticipation than fear. For as long as the blue bunny could remember, meeting Rocket often meant him leaving with a sore ass “Long time no see, what brings you out here?”\n\nBlackjack and Rocket had a complicated history to say the least. Both had been bounty hunters, both had been mercenaries, and both had been heroes. These two have been through thick and thin, as well at each other’s throats. But more often than not, Blackjack was the one who’s throat got acquainted with the Raccoon.\n\n“Oh, ya know” A fire had been lit under Rocket as soon as he saw Blackjack’s smug grin “Just on Knowhere on some official guardian business, how about you?”\n\n\nRocket has had a history of going off script, and especially off mission. Oftentimes it started with meeting up with old friends. And sometimes old friends just meant a certain blue bunny was in town.\n\n“Oh, just looking for a new job and decide… oooohhh” Rocket had begun his move, slipping his hand deep behind the blue bunny’s trousers “WHAT’RE YOU DOING!”\n\nBlackjack suddenly stopped himself, realizing what he was doing. He didn’t want to start a scene, much less one with a hand slipped behind his ass. As he squirmed in his seat, Rocket continued to poke and prod at the blue bunny’s tight pucker. Rocket had laid claim to it countless times, but it just never seems to loosen up, much like the blue bunny himself.\n\n“Now if I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a blaster in your pants” Blackjack couldn’t help but look down between his legs, sure enough there was a noticeable tent forming in his pants, a wet spot slowly forming at its peak “Or are you just that happy to see me?”\n\nBlackjack held on tight, to the counter that is. As Rocket continued to play with the blue bunny’s prostate, Blackjack tried to keep his cool. Though keeping a straight face with a finger up the bum tended to be a bit harder than you’d think.\n\n“Ha ha, very funny Rocket” Blackjack may have had mechanical legs, but that didn’t stop them from squirming in response to Rocket's fingers playing with his prostate. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, ye?”\n\n\nBlackjack felt like he was being raised from his ass alone. His legs were practically off the floor with how much he was pushing against the counter. Rocket couldn’t help but stifle a laugh watching his little blue bunny squirm under his most minute touch.\n\n“Heheheh, what about, no” Rocket never had the chance to blow off steam for the past few months being with the guardians and all. But today seemed to be his lucky day, he got to play with his favorite toy “Y’see, as a Guardian of the Galaxy, it's my job to inspect criminal scum like you for illegal weapons”\n\nSweat beaded across the blue bunny’s brow. Every motion of Rocket’s finger sent shivers down his spine; the blue bunny’s cock was like a faucet with how much pre began to leak out of it. Panting like a hungry mutt, Blackjack felt his drool drip onto the counter, though he didn’t care how he looked in this moment, as cumming seemed to be the only thing on his mind at the moment.\n\n“What’re you talking about Rocky?” Blackjack continued to purr like a cat with how Rocket continued to play with his ass, the raccoon was practically treating him like an instrument with the sounds he was making “I ain’t packing anything ya dig?”\n\n\nBlackjack’s mewling was starting to attract a bit of attention. A few of the drunken patrons were stirred from their stupor to see what was making a fuss, while others continued their well-deserved nap. The barkeep however couldn’t help but snicker as he continued to clean glasses behind the counter.\n\n“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t” With the quick flick of Rocket’s free wrist, he unbuttoned Blackjack's pants, revealing a pair of tighty-whities underneath “But I bet you’re hiding a little blaster somewhere aren’t you?”\n\nBlackjack was sporting a rather tight pair of bright white underwear. The growing stain of pre on the front did little to hide his growing desire. Though with how small the bulge was, there was little to hide.\n\n“Rocket please” Rocket proceeded to pull down the front of Blackjack’s underpants, revealing a tiny throbbing pink member eagerly dripping pre “There are people here”\n\nMore eyes were on the pair now, though more on the blue bunny as he was the one making the more noise. Blackjack tried to hump in hopes of getting his rocks off, though Rocket’s other hand only let go, leaving Blackjack’s cock to thrust into nothing but air.\n\n“So? Let them see” Rocket’s teasing was getting to Blackjack, coaxing him to the edge. He could feel himself on the edge of his climax, close but not enough “Not much to see with this toy of yours here anyways”\n\nRocket continued to play with Blackjack’s ass, the blue bunny’s pucker tightening around his finger with every motion. As Blackjack’s face contorted in ecstasy, he instinctively tried to reach for his now freed cock. Though before he could even touch his member, Rocket had other plans as he proceeded to swat the blue bunny’s hands away.\n\n“Tut, tut, tut” Blackjack’s hand immediately went back to the counter, months of conditioning showing themselves in the form of his obedience to the raunchy raccoon “No touching down there, little bunny isn’t allowed to play with his widdle toy blaster”\n\nBlackjack couldn’t help but bite his lower lip, he could feel his balls suddenly churn with need as his member continued to throb, untouched and unloved. Though he could feel himself close to the edge, he couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed remembering where they were. Just the thought of being treated like Rocket’s toy out in public almost made him cream himself.\n\n“Oh, is the little bunny excited to finish?” Rocket barely touched Blackjack’s cock, yet the blue bunny’s breath was already hitching with every one of his thrusts “You’re already so sopping wet”\n\n\nHis thrusts meant nothing without any stimulation. Though he couldn’t stop himself. Blackjack continued to try and get off as Rocket kept circling his finger under the blue bunny’s tailhole. Blackjack could never have thought he could stretch that far until he felt a second finger press against his already spread pucker.\n\n“Please Rocket” Desperation was palpable in the blue bunny’s voice, so palpable that almost everyone in the bar could feel it “I need it”\n\nBlackjack was desperate, needy, all the things Rocket needed from the blue bunny. He always knew how to work Blackjack, making him a pliable toy. Every time they met, Rocket always managed to leave the blue bunny a mewling pile of blue fur; just the way he likes it.\n\n“What did you say” Rocket always enjoyed these small moments of respite, especially when it was with Blackjack “I didn’t quite catch that”\n\nPain and pleasure began to mix as Blackjack’s balls ached with need. Churning with unspent seed, the blue bunny had been waiting on Knowhere for Rocket for weeks. Getting off was never the same without Rocket, or so Blackjack thought. And all his waiting paid off, or at least the blue bunny had hoped so.\n\n“I said please let me cum” Lust muddled Blackjack’s brain, pleasure arced all throughout his body, but that was it. Pleasure with no release, a deep churning in his gut wanted him to cum, he wanted release; he needed it. “Please let me cum…Rocky please”\n\nThe barkeep kept muttering to himself as he proceeded to turn a knob behind the counter. The lights soon dimmed down, becoming more ambient, the bar suddenly felt something more akin to a love hotel than a saloon out in the boonies.\n\n“I didn’t hear that last part” Rocket was enjoying himself, and Blackjack knew this too “Can you speak louder?”\n\nLewd sounds seem to come from all around the bar now. Having some patrons be rudely woken up by the sound of sex, they elected to have some fun of their own. Some had stripped down to nothing while others began to whip out their cocks one after the other. Looks like this bar had seen its fair share of patrons having a bit more fun than drinking the night away.\n\n“I SAID PLEASE LET ME CUM!” Blackjack’s hands suddenly went to cover his mouth, laughter erupting from around him as the other patrons found him amusing “oop”\n\nThis gave Rocket the perfect chance, pressing both fingers still inserted in the blue bunny’s ass and putting enough pressure on his prostate. With a few playful strokes, this was enough to send Blackjack hurtling over the edge, but just as quickly as Rocket’s hand came to touch the blue bunny’s member, it was gone.\n\n“Sure thing, bub” Blackjack’s hands went back to the counter, but that didn’t stop him from trying to enjoy Rocket’s fingering “But you won’t like it”\n\nHis pleasure came, though it disappeared just as fast as it had come. Blackjack couldn’t help but moan, his voice filling the small bar. Climax came rather unsatisfyingly to the blue bunny, instead of spewing his load all over the counter, his spent seed only seemed to dribble out of his meager cock, dribbling wastefully onto the floor.\n\n“NO, please, no” Blackjack had finally let go of the bar counter, but he still couldn’t pull himself to touch his now flaccid cock. “Let me cum again, please Rocket I’m beggin” ya’”\n\nRocket, now satisfied watching Blackjack’s ruined orgasm, began to stand up. The tent in the raccoon’s pants told Blackjack that their night was not over.\n\n“You said you wanted to cum, and I let you cum” Blackjack still continued to watch dumbfounded as Rocket began to walk out of the bar “Not my fault you weren’t quick enough”\n\nBlackjack dropped to the floor, groveling at Rocket’s feet. Blackjack begged, pleaded for Rocket to help him get off, yet the raccoon only chuckled as he leaned down until he was face to face with the mewling blue bunny.\n\n“If ya want to cum again” Rocket leaned into Blackjack, gingerly pressing his lips to the blue bunny’s ear “Meet me by my ship in dock fourteen”\n\nWith a flourish, Rocket turned and left Blackjack all alone, pants still around his ankles in a bar filled with lust-addled drunk patrons. Rocket knew he’d follow; he just knew he had to wait.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Remember Rocket” The day was young, or the day in space anyways, and Rocket Raccoon was on a mission, just not a mission he tended to enjoy “Just a supply run and nothing else, no funny business, ya got it?”

“Sure, sure, no funny business” A smirk spread on the raccoon’s face, the thought of having hundreds of thousands credits in his wallet making him giddier than usual “Now hang up star boy, or ya wanna hear me taking a leak too?”

“Ugh gross. Just remember Rocket, we need enough supplies to last us the next stellar cycle” The sound of gunfire and fighting could be heard in the background, the other Guardians of the Galaxy on their own mission, having Rocket sit this one out after almost costing them their last one “I still can’t believe you managed to use ten missions’ worth of ammo in a single run”

“What can I say?” Rocket couldn’t help but laugh, they thought he was being punished, but for him this was a dream come true, a day all to himself, no Guardians, no Nova corps, no nothing “I’m quite an artist! And an artist needs their supplies”

“Those so-called supplies almost cost us half our paycheck!” The familiar sight of the severed celestial head floating in space told Rocket he was nearing his destination, Starlord’s words fell on deaf ears as Rocket started to prepare for docking “Just be sure to get back in one piece, no side trips!”

With that, Rocket Raccoon chuckled as he proceeded to turn off his comms, effectively hanging up on the other Guardian. Today was his day, and his alone! The supply run could wait. Now all Rocket was thinking about was where to get a drink and where to get some tail!

Though, that was easier said than done. Ever since Knowhere became a central hub of trade and commerce in its little corner of the galaxy, more and more establishments started popping up here and there. With more people came more rules, and more rules meant less fun for our little hero.

“Aggh this sucks!” Rocket passed by more and more brightly lit shops as he roamed the central plaza, yet none of them were what he was looking for. “Where’s a hero supposed to get a drink around here?!”

Minutes felt like hours as Rocket continued to peruse through Knowhere’s shopping district, nothing was really catching his eye. Without anything better to do, the only thing Rocket could think of right now was to get a drink. But not at one of these prissy new upstart bars. He wanted a real drink.

Taking to the streets Rocket proceeded to “borrow” an unattended hoverbike and went to the older side of Knowhere. A place he knew by heart long ago, a place he hoped was still standing after all the so-called progress. Lots of the old Knowhere was rundown or straight up remodeled at this point, but there were a few exceptions. A dingy looking watering hole found on the farthest outskirts of the old mining center was one of these exceptions

The place looked like it had seen better days, it looked so rundown it looked like it would collapse at any moment. A dimly lit sign told the raccoon that this place was called Starlin’s. He’s heard of the place back in his mercenary days but never got the chance to check it out. Better late than never he guessed.

Upturned hover bikes and scooters littered the outside, a sign this place was more alive than it let on. The smell of rusted metal and old stale beer seemed to waft out of the place. Music can be heard from the inside, tinny and shrill, but still music he guessed.

“Huh, this place seems as good as any to get a drink” Scratching his chin, Rocket couldn’t help but get excited to meet this blue blur again, it had been almost months since they last had some fun together “Hope they got enough alcohol to last me the night”

The place looked worse than it smelt, and boy did it smell. Rusty nails and upturned floorboards were one thing. But seeing broken glass and upturned tables showed this place had definitely seen better days. Yet at the center of the bar was a shining beacon that this place was going to make Rocket’s night one worth remembering. There at the bar, eagerly drinking and laughing to himself was none other than Blackjack O’Hare.

“Heya Jackie!” The blue bunny barely felt Rocket’s presence as the raccoon sat on the stool beside him “Fancy meeting you in a place like this!”

Rocket slid his arm around the blue bunny’s shoulders, eagerly pulling him close. Blackjack had a bit too much to drink at this point, but he was pretty sure he could feel his face burning a lot more than when he started drinking.

“Oh, Heya Rocky” Blackjack was shaking, more from anticipation than fear. For as long as the blue bunny could remember, meeting Rocket often meant him leaving with a sore ass “Long time no see, what brings you out here?”

Blackjack and Rocket had a complicated history to say the least. Both had been bounty hunters, both had been mercenaries, and both had been heroes. These two have been through thick and thin, as well at each other’s throats. But more often than not, Blackjack was the one who’s throat got acquainted with the Raccoon.

“Oh, ya know” A fire had been lit under Rocket as soon as he saw Blackjack’s smug grin “Just on Knowhere on some official guardian business, how about you?”


Rocket has had a history of going off script, and especially off mission. Oftentimes it started with meeting up with old friends. And sometimes old friends just meant a certain blue bunny was in town.

“Oh, just looking for a new job and decide… oooohhh” Rocket had begun his move, slipping his hand deep behind the blue bunny’s trousers “WHAT’RE YOU DOING!”

Blackjack suddenly stopped himself, realizing what he was doing. He didn’t want to start a scene, much less one with a hand slipped behind his ass. As he squirmed in his seat, Rocket continued to poke and prod at the blue bunny’s tight pucker. Rocket had laid claim to it countless times, but it just never seems to loosen up, much like the blue bunny himself.

“Now if I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a blaster in your pants” Blackjack couldn’t help but look down between his legs, sure enough there was a noticeable tent forming in his pants, a wet spot slowly forming at its peak “Or are you just that happy to see me?”

Blackjack held on tight, to the counter that is. As Rocket continued to play with the blue bunny’s prostate, Blackjack tried to keep his cool. Though keeping a straight face with a finger up the bum tended to be a bit harder than you’d think.

“Ha ha, very funny Rocket” Blackjack may have had mechanical legs, but that didn’t stop them from squirming in response to Rocket's fingers playing with his prostate. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, ye?”


Blackjack felt like he was being raised from his ass alone. His legs were practically off the floor with how much he was pushing against the counter. Rocket couldn’t help but stifle a laugh watching his little blue bunny squirm under his most minute touch.

“Heheheh, what about, no” Rocket never had the chance to blow off steam for the past few months being with the guardians and all. But today seemed to be his lucky day, he got to play with his favorite toy “Y’see, as a Guardian of the Galaxy, it's my job to inspect criminal scum like you for illegal weapons”

Sweat beaded across the blue bunny’s brow. Every motion of Rocket’s finger sent shivers down his spine; the blue bunny’s cock was like a faucet with how much pre began to leak out of it. Panting like a hungry mutt, Blackjack felt his drool drip onto the counter, though he didn’t care how he looked in this moment, as cumming seemed to be the only thing on his mind at the moment.

“What’re you talking about Rocky?” Blackjack continued to purr like a cat with how Rocket continued to play with his ass, the raccoon was practically treating him like an instrument with the sounds he was making “I ain’t packing anything ya dig?”


Blackjack’s mewling was starting to attract a bit of attention. A few of the drunken patrons were stirred from their stupor to see what was making a fuss, while others continued their well-deserved nap. The barkeep however couldn’t help but snicker as he continued to clean glasses behind the counter.

“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t” With the quick flick of Rocket’s free wrist, he unbuttoned Blackjack's pants, revealing a pair of tighty-whities underneath “But I bet you’re hiding a little blaster somewhere aren’t you?”

Blackjack was sporting a rather tight pair of bright white underwear. The growing stain of pre on the front did little to hide his growing desire. Though with how small the bulge was, there was little to hide.

“Rocket please” Rocket proceeded to pull down the front of Blackjack’s underpants, revealing a tiny throbbing pink member eagerly dripping pre “There are people here”

More eyes were on the pair now, though more on the blue bunny as he was the one making the more noise. Blackjack tried to hump in hopes of getting his rocks off, though Rocket’s other hand only let go, leaving Blackjack’s cock to thrust into nothing but air.

“So? Let them see” Rocket’s teasing was getting to Blackjack, coaxing him to the edge. He could feel himself on the edge of his climax, close but not enough “Not much to see with this toy of yours here anyways”

Rocket continued to play with Blackjack’s ass, the blue bunny’s pucker tightening around his finger with every motion. As Blackjack’s face contorted in ecstasy, he instinctively tried to reach for his now freed cock. Though before he could even touch his member, Rocket had other plans as he proceeded to swat the blue bunny’s hands away.

“Tut, tut, tut” Blackjack’s hand immediately went back to the counter, months of conditioning showing themselves in the form of his obedience to the raunchy raccoon “No touching down there, little bunny isn’t allowed to play with his widdle toy blaster”

Blackjack couldn’t help but bite his lower lip, he could feel his balls suddenly churn with need as his member continued to throb, untouched and unloved. Though he could feel himself close to the edge, he couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed remembering where they were. Just the thought of being treated like Rocket’s toy out in public almost made him cream himself.

“Oh, is the little bunny excited to finish?” Rocket barely touched Blackjack’s cock, yet the blue bunny’s breath was already hitching with every one of his thrusts “You’re already so sopping wet”


His thrusts meant nothing without any stimulation. Though he couldn’t stop himself. Blackjack continued to try and get off as Rocket kept circling his finger under the blue bunny’s tailhole. Blackjack could never have thought he could stretch that far until he felt a second finger press against his already spread pucker.

“Please Rocket” Desperation was palpable in the blue bunny’s voice, so palpable that almost everyone in the bar could feel it “I need it”

Blackjack was desperate, needy, all the things Rocket needed from the blue bunny. He always knew how to work Blackjack, making him a pliable toy. Every time they met, Rocket always managed to leave the blue bunny a mewling pile of blue fur; just the way he likes it.

“What did you say” Rocket always enjoyed these small moments of respite, especially when it was with Blackjack “I didn’t quite catch that”

Pain and pleasure began to mix as Blackjack’s balls ached with need. Churning with unspent seed, the blue bunny had been waiting on Knowhere for Rocket for weeks. Getting off was never the same without Rocket, or so Blackjack thought. And all his waiting paid off, or at least the blue bunny had hoped so.

“I said please let me cum” Lust muddled Blackjack’s brain, pleasure arced all throughout his body, but that was it. Pleasure with no release, a deep churning in his gut wanted him to cum, he wanted release; he needed it. “Please let me cum…Rocky please”

The barkeep kept muttering to himself as he proceeded to turn a knob behind the counter. The lights soon dimmed down, becoming more ambient, the bar suddenly felt something more akin to a love hotel than a saloon out in the boonies.

“I didn’t hear that last part” Rocket was enjoying himself, and Blackjack knew this too “Can you speak louder?”

Lewd sounds seem to come from all around the bar now. Having some patrons be rudely woken up by the sound of sex, they elected to have some fun of their own. Some had stripped down to nothing while others began to whip out their cocks one after the other. Looks like this bar had seen its fair share of patrons having a bit more fun than drinking the night away.

“I SAID PLEASE LET ME CUM!” Blackjack’s hands suddenly went to cover his mouth, laughter erupting from around him as the other patrons found him amusing “oop”

This gave Rocket the perfect chance, pressing both fingers still inserted in the blue bunny’s ass and putting enough pressure on his prostate. With a few playful strokes, this was enough to send Blackjack hurtling over the edge, but just as quickly as Rocket’s hand came to touch the blue bunny’s member, it was gone.

“Sure thing, bub” Blackjack’s hands went back to the counter, but that didn’t stop him from trying to enjoy Rocket’s fingering “But you won’t like it”

His pleasure came, though it disappeared just as fast as it had come. Blackjack couldn’t help but moan, his voice filling the small bar. Climax came rather unsatisfyingly to the blue bunny, instead of spewing his load all over the counter, his spent seed only seemed to dribble out of his meager cock, dribbling wastefully onto the floor.

“NO, please, no” Blackjack had finally let go of the bar counter, but he still couldn’t pull himself to touch his now flaccid cock. “Let me cum again, please Rocket I’m beggin” ya’”

Rocket, now satisfied watching Blackjack’s ruined orgasm, began to stand up. The tent in the raccoon’s pants told Blackjack that their night was not over.

“You said you wanted to cum, and I let you cum” Blackjack still continued to watch dumbfounded as Rocket began to walk out of the bar “Not my fault you weren’t quick enough”

Blackjack dropped to the floor, groveling at Rocket’s feet. Blackjack begged, pleaded for Rocket to help him get off, yet the raccoon only chuckled as he leaned down until he was face to face with the mewling blue bunny.

“If ya want to cum again” Rocket leaned into Blackjack, gingerly pressing his lips to the blue bunny’s ear “Meet me by my ship in dock fourteen”

With a flourish, Rocket turned and left Blackjack all alone, pants still around his ankles in a bar filled with lust-addled drunk patrons. Rocket knew he’d follow; he just knew he had to wait.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Rocket's Day Off", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "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": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "119" }