The night was quiet, still as can be. A peaceful night like this was rare for Earth, especially with how many apocalyptic threats it faces every week. Peace like this was often won through hard-earned victory and in a certain bar in a certain city, sat a lonely old raccoon drinking his sorrows away as loud as he could; this was what victory brought him.

 The bar was empty, barren even, according to a sign that hung on its swinging doors that said it was closed, but that didn’t deter this raccoon from breaking in and cranking up whatever sound system the old bar had; this raccoon was none other than the Rocket Raccoon. A mercenary, a hitman, a Guardian of the Galaxy, but all in all, a hero. And this hero was thirsty.

After being left on Earth by the rest of the Guardians after disbanding after the whole mishap with the Inhumans and Avengers, Rocket needed some time to think about what to do, about himself. As much as he enjoyed the company of the bottom of a good stein, this was going to be the first time he’d been alone in a long time. He’d had the Guardians with him for who knows how long, and Groot for even longer, but now he was all alone with nowhere to go.

“Another round barkeep” Rocket spoke to an unseen barkeep as he rummaged around for another bottle of earth’s finest tequila; the terran alcohol did little to inebriate the enhanced raccoon, but he was sure as hell going to try and get wasted tonight even if it meant drinking everything that had a trace of alcohol in the place “Put it on my tab!”

After finding another bottle of fine-looking liquor, he broke the seal and decided to drink straight from the tap. A deep warmth spread from his throat down into his belly as he downed a bottle of cheap whiskey. The smoky taste of the drink did enough to mask its bitterness. Just how he liked it.

“Woooo! Now that’s some good stuff!” Downing an entire bottle left him belching and hiccuping more than he’d wanted to admit, Rocket was getting shit-faced  “Wonder if this was the stuff rogue was talking about; wheeskee”

As Rocket sat on his bar stool, alone with his thoughts, his hands soon wandered to his crotch as the warmth from his stomach seemed to start going down his crotch. This was going to be the first time in a long time that Rocket had some proper alone time. Not stuck in some stuffy ship or some bigwig’s tower; Rocket thought this might’ve been the perfect time to have some fun on his own.

“Why the glum face” Rocket was sure he was alone in the bar but he heard a voice come from somewhere behind him, interrupting his alcohol-driven lust “I hear alcohol helps with that, but not this much!” 

Without hesitation, Rocket threw the empty bottle in the voice’s general direction before opening fire a flurry of blaster fire that would’ve reduced anyone to a hole-ridden corpse. As quick of a shot as he was, the only thing left where he aimed was the smoking holes left by his blaster and the broken shards that were once a whiskey bottle. Confusion turned into even more bewilderment as a Rocket felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Oh, a quick shot with a gun eh?” Sitting on the stool next to Rocket was a figure that can only be described as a potbellied satyr with a large head, somewhat human but not enough to be called normal, something that seemed alien even to Rocket “I sure hope that’s the only thing quick about you!”

The mysterious being sitting next to Rocket was none other than Maury “Maurice” Beverly, a being something akin to a celestial and a primarch. Though his existence was more celestial in nature, he often showed himself to mortals that piqued his interest, especially to cute-looking mortals, which Rocket was considered to be in Maurice’s eyes.

“What’s it to ya I’m a quick shot eh?” Maurice drank from an open can of beer that appeared in his hand, as much as Rocket wanted to shoot it out of Maurice’s hand, shooting at someone who could manifest some beer from thin air was definitely a no-go “And what’re you doing in my bar? I got here first!”

Rocket knew that if this guy wanted him dead, he’d already be. So in the name of civility and the peace he fought for, he holstered his blaster. The mystery man seemed to perk up as Rocket put away his blaster which was a good sign for both of them. This meant talking was on the table at least.

“A feisty one I see, I like that” Maurice continued to drink, silently eyeing Rocket from head to toe, assessing the bipedal raccoon as if he was a piece of meat put on display “And your bar? Excuse me, I don’t think they give alcohol licenses to oversized teddy bears”

As much as Rocket didn’t want to admit it, the alcohol was getting to him and he began to feel a bit hot under the collar. This was the kind of effect Maurice had on people, especially this close. But Rocket didn’t need to know that, at least not yet. A growing bulge in Rocket’s pants showed that Maurice’s influence on mortals worked even when they’re from off-planet.

“I ain’t no teddy bear,” A blush spread across Rocket’s face as this wasn’t the first time he was compared to the large ursine plushies most earthlings were used to, he was just thankful he wasn’t called a raccoon outright “And I ain’t telling you a damn thing till you tell me your name”

Rocket felt his cock slowly throb to life under his jumpsuit. He felt his body heat up as if someone turned up the temperature in the bar. Hot under the collar was starting to take on a different meaning as he felt the ever-growing need to take off his jumpsuit in front of the stranger who sat before him.

“The name’s Maury, but you can call me Maurice” A swig or two of alcohol had little effect on Maurice but he enjoyed putting on a show “And what should I call you? I don’t think I can keep calling you Teddy Bear if you keep acting like that”

Maurice turned to face Rocket, his legs spread a bit as if showing off his well-endowed cock. As he tried to do so subtly, subtlety was lost on him as the meaty pole hung an inch or two off the bar’s stool. Aside from his members, his equally well-endowed balls practically hung off the stool as they were also put on display.

“I told ya I ain’t no damned teddy bear” Relenting Rocket unzipped his jumpsuit until it opened into a low v ending at his waist “And the name’s Rocket, just Rocket”

Rocket sounded confident as if nothing was bothering him; yet he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the cock that lay dormant in front of him. He instinctively licked his lips as he eyed the member that hung between Maaurice’s taurine legs. The flaccid uncut member looked more and more enticing as Rocket took more of the sight in.

“Rocket, lovely name, nice to meet you” Maurice put a hand on his cock, stroking it to life as he spoke as if it was normal to get hard while talking to someone new “What brings you to this side of the stars?”

Rocket felt a drop of saliva fall from the corner of his mouth as he continued to drool and ogle at the hefty piece of meat before him. He could feel his underwear tighten in response, the white fabric clung to his fur, the sweat-soaked undies doing their job holding his erection back.

“Heh, just came along and took care of some business” Acting smoothly, Rocket leaned on the bar’s counter, trying to not make it a bit too obvious at what he was ogling “But now that that business is over, I might be open to looking for some fun”

Maurice welcomed the raccoon’s hungry gaze, his hand moving a tad bit faster, his half-chub slowly forming into a full-on erection that stood at a proud eight inches. Most people near anywhere would’ve been embarrassed to do so, stroking themselves in a semi-public space, but none of them were Maurice, and none of them were packing as much meat as he was.

“Fun eh?” A bead of pre had formed at the precipice of Maurice’s erection, the shining drop of clear-colored fluid looking more and more tantalizing to the increasingly horny raccoon “I might know a way or two to have some fun around here”

The zipper on Rocket’s flight suit was lowered even more wherein it was already unzipped all the way. The flight suit wasn’t the only thing at its limit, Rocket’s underwear was reaching its limit too. Without even noticing it Rocket’s member was already fully hard, forming a sizeable tent in his underwear. It was nowhere as big as Maurice’s member, but it was sizeable nonetheless, a bit bigger than average from what you would’ve expected from a raccoon of his stature.

“Do tell” Not wanting to wear any more, Rocket leaned in close, a hand on the front of his underwear “Would you mind showing me some?”

Rocket’s breath wafted onto Maurice’s cock as Rocket was practically face-to-face with it. Looking down at the Raccoon left Maurice needier than he expected. He felt that he needed to put his cock somewhere warm, and there was a hole ripe for the taking standing right in front of him.

“Why I’d be happy to” Maurice finally let go of his cock only to put both of his hands on Rocket’s shoulders, giving the raccoon a comforting look as he spoke “Just follow my lead”

Giving a hearty nod, Rocket was forcefully shoved down onto the bar’s dirty floor. His knees hit the old wooden planks with enough force to force them to creak under the pressure. Before he could even ask for a minute he felt Maurice’s cock penetrate his lips. The cockhead forcefully made its way inside practically pressing against the back of his throat.

The sudden intrusion would’ve normally left Rocket gagging for air. But as if by some force, be it magic or his libido, he felt his throat loosen allowing him to take on more of the cock in his mouth. Maurice’s influence was having some side effects on Rocket, but they were best left to the back of his mind as the only thing worth his attention at the moment was servicing the cock currently residing in his mouth.

Muffled moans left Rocket’s mouth as he took on more and more of Maurice’s cock. Every time Maurice thrust his hips, his large pendulous balls slapped Rocket in the chin and pressed his bundle of mangy brown pubes into the raccoon’s nose. Every huff left Rocket wanting and needing more, the scent alone made Rocket dizzy, be it from lust or the lack of oxygen.

Maurice moaned in turn as he continued to enjoy Rocket’s maw, the warm hole proving more than useful as a fleshlight. Every thrust was only heightened as Rocket frantically ran his tongue along the cock, giving more stimulation than any old cocksleeve could. Rocket could barely breathe without taking in a whiff of Maurice’s pheromones, and every breath forced him to swallow more of Maurice’s salty pre. 

The taste of pre felt like nothing Rocket has had before. It felt even more intoxicating than the strongest of spirits he’s had off-world. That is to say, it didn’t come without its side effects. Unbeknownst to Rocket, the more he huffed Maurice’s pheromones and the more he drank of his pre, the more Rocket’s body began to change. The first sign was a pot belly that began to spill out of his opened flight suit. Rocket felt the growing pudge of his midsection but took the sudden bloated feeling to nothing more than the effects of alcohol on his body. 

This went on for minutes yet felt like hours for both, unending ecstasy-filled hours. The once silent bar was soon filled with the couple’s moans and lewd slapping of flesh on flesh. As much stimulation as Rocket’s mouth provided, Maurice wanted more. Rocket likewise wanted more, his body wanted more. His hands moved to his crotch, lowering his pre soaked underwear, revealing his meaty pole. As big as it was, it was considerably smaller, smaller than the size Rocket was used to at least; but he didn’t care. As he kneeled there before Maurice, worshiping his cock, Rocket stroked his member, eking out his salty pre out of it.

“Ah, as much as I love your mouth, why don’t you turn around” Maurice pulled out his cock, and a single line of drool ran between it and Rocket’s maw “I’m sure you won’t regret it”

Rocket felt his head spin as he was abruptly turned around. Forced to his feet yet now turned around, his head was forced down onto the bar’s grimy flooring. The masculine scent left by Maurice still lingered in the raccoon’s nose, but now it was accentuated by the scent of used cigarette butts and stale beer. As unwelcome the scents were, Rocket welcomed them if it meant Maurice fucking him then and there.

 Maurice’s hands ran down from Rocket’s shoulders down his back and finally rested on his ass cheeks. Without warning nor hesitation, Maurice spread apart Rocket’s ass wide enough to get a good look at the raccoon’s tight virgin pucker. The ring of flesh practically winked at Maurice in anticipation of the fucking he was going to give Rocket.

“Ah tight and ready” Maurice gave the pucker a lick, his saliva affecting Rocket in ways he couldn’t understand “Just how I like it”

Ecstasy spread from where Maurice licked Rocket, as did warmth. Rocket felt his weight shift as Maurice continued with his onslaught of licks. Every motion the tongue made around and in the hole left Rocket weak in the knees. He felt his body start to buckle, be it from the pleasure or the growing pressure coming from his midsection. 

Wordless yet not unloving, Maurice stopped his licking, opting for the more primal approach. He lined his cockhead against Rocket’s asshole. A single thrust was all he needed as Rocket’s hole was primed and ready as if it was already awaiting Maurice’s cock. Every thrust plunged the cock deeper and deeper into the raccoon, and every thrust left him wanting more; changing more.

Unbeknownst to him his body was changing, accommodating the needs and wants of his primordial partner. His body grew, swelling like a balloon as his belly expanded and expanded. Every thrust changed Rocket little by little, his body began adjusting, shifting to his newfound weight, and all the while his cock was a different story. His once proud cock slowly receded with every thrust, losing inch after inch until the little nub disappeared between the folds of fat that was now his belly. His cock not only disappeared but changed, changed to fit his newfound needs. 

“You like that don’t you?” Maurice ran a hand down Rocket’s side, caressing his newfound weight, relishing the feeling of Rocket’s fatty flesh“You like being my bitch?!”

Rocekt whimpered, and nodded, loving every moment. His whimpers soon turned into more gasps of ecstasy however as he felt Maurice’s hand on his newly formed pussy. Right where the base of his cock should've been was now a pussy, wet and ready to take on Maurice’s cock which was still plunged deep in the raccoon’s ass. This was the biggest change that came to Rocket, and he was all for it.

“Now for your name, Rocket doesn’t really suit you now that you’ve lost your “Rocket” right?” Maurice didn’t relent even as he spoke, he only slowed down his thrusts when he whispered Rocket’s new name into the raccoon’s ears “What about Rockette, how does that sound?”

As Rocket whimpered and nodded in agreement, that was all Maurice needed as he proceeded to hilt himself deep into Rocket pressing right up against the bundle of nerves embedded deep in Rocket’s ass, the prostate. The pair came in unison, Rocket spewing his juice between his legs all while Maurice filled his ass with his seed. The sticky white fluid came in spurts, filling Rocket to the brim, had he not already been as fat as he was, he would’ve bloated from the amount Maurice just deposited deep into his colon.

“Well, Rockette” Maurice was panting, not tired but panting nonetheless, the same however could not be said about Rocket who was still caught in the afterglow “Why don’t we test this new pussy of yours and see if it really works?”

Gone was the imp[osing short figure of Rocket, replaced by the rather large but not imposing figure of Rockette. Where sculpted abs once laid now was covered in a layer of warm fatty flesh, soft and supple to the touch. His once proud cock, once his symbol of pride is now reduced to nothing more than a pussy, wet and ready to be used by his new partner. From the outside, there was nothing left of the old Rocket Raccoon, what was left in his place was a fat and rotund portly raccoon. Rocket Raccoon was gone, no longer a Guardian of the Galaxy but a bride to the primordial Hormone Monster Maurice, he was she, and she was Rockette.