Rocket Raccoon darted through the docking bay, his eyes darting back and forth for any way for him to escape. He could hear the footsteps of the angry group getting all the closer to him, their curses and threats making his ears flick repeatedly. While running as fast as he could, the raccoon disappeared around a corner. Ahead of him was a small ship. Charging hearing headlong for it, he tested the door and was relieved to find that it was left unlocked. He couldn’t dart into it fast enough. 
 
The ship’s interior was about as small as he expected, clearly intended for one or two passengers at most. His nose twitched, picking up a strange smell but he didn’t have time to stop and dwell on that. He needed to find a place to hide. 

Quickly exploring the ship, Rocket found a closet along the hallway. He opened the door and slipped inside, pulling the door shut behind him. Diving in without thinking, Rocket didn’t notice that there were things already stuffed into the storage. It made the small space all the more cramped but he managed to fit himself in by getting into the fetal position. His breath came out in short bursts as he heard the voices of the mob. First outside then inside! Their heavy footsteps and curses reached his ears clearly and he held his breath as they marched down the short hall. 

He could only hope they would overlook his hiding place. One of them did open the closet partially but stopped when another shouted, pointing out something that was outside. They all rushed off the ship, leaving Rocket with the chance to breathe a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding. All of this because he scammed them out of a couple hundred credits. 

Even though they had retreated, Rocket knew better than to leave his hiding place right away. As angry as they were, the mob wouldn’t be giving up anytime soon. It was better to be safe than sorry. 

As he sat in the dark and quiet, he eventually heard the ship’s main door opening and closing. There was just one set of footsteps, heading right for the front. There was another hiss and creak of what he assumed to be was the door that separated the cockpit from the rest of the ship. Rumbling and moving, the ship was powering up and readying itself to take off. 

Rocket smiled to himself as he was being taken away from the docking bay, carried away from the danger but the unknown pilot. He let himself relax and decided to wait a bit longer before getting out of the closet. By then the ship was cruising smoothly and through a window he could see the expanse of space. With that situation behind him, the raccoon had another task at hand. He was going to take over the ship. 

As he crept towards the closed cockpit door, he could hear muffled noises from the other side. He tensed, readying himself to ambush the pilot. He knew the door would make noise when it opened so he prepared himself to strike the moment it would open enough for his body to fit through. 

With a quick jab at the panel on the wall, the door slid open. Rocket was fully ready to pounce on the pilot. But instead of the grizzled creature he was imagining, he was met with the sight of a young looking orange feline-like alien. He was sitting in the pilot’s seat with his pants down, the up and down motions of his hand making it obvious that he was jerking himself off. 

Rocket was completely thrown off by this, frozen in surprise for a moment. While he was left stunned the feline acted immediately. The orange creature spun around and tackled Rocket to the floor. Rocket reached for his weapon but it was already gone. It was being pressed to his chest, now in the hands of the feline. 

”You should know better than to take a bounty hunter’s ship,” the feline smirked. 

Rocket’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. He heard the sound of his blaster’s safety being switched off and a finger was already on the trigger. 

”Wait, wait!” Rocket yelled. “I just needed a ride.” 

The feline paused, the weapon still pressed firmly to Rocket’s chest. ”Why?” he simply asked. 

”To get away from some fucks I scammed, alright?!” Rocket shouted. 

”And where were you gonna go with my ship?” the feline further questioned. 

”Anywhere,” Rocket replied. “Just away from there!” 

“I don’t give free rides,” the orange cat growled, his eyes narrowing. 

”Yeah, I figured,” Rocket retorted. “I’ve got a fuck ton of credits.” 

”Nah, I want something else,” the feline said with more levity in his voice. 

Rocket’s gaze flicked down to the other creature’s groin. His eyes widened in surprise. The length between his legs was huge! The feline was obviously young and yet he had something that was even bigger than most adults. 

”The name’s Little Cato by the way. And I already know who you are, Rocket.” 

”Oh really? Have we met before or something?” the raccoon asked while rolling his eyes. 

”Nope, but we’re gonna get real familiar,” Little Cato said. Even if Rocket was an adult, Little Cato was still bigger and he was stronger than he looked. Turning Rocket over, he slid a hand onto the ship’s console and produced a pair of cuffs. He used them to cuff Rocket’s hands, keeping them stuck behind him. 

”You’re still gonna pay for this ride, but in other ways,” the youth said, making his meaning all too obvious by using his free hand to tease his cock. Jutting from the orange colored sheath was a rosy pink phallus, the end was lined with barbs and perfectly matching the meaty dick was a pair of perfectly rounded and heavy looking furry balls. 

”Fine…” Rocket said. “But let’s go one thing straight, I’m nobody’s slave!” 

”Oh don’t worry. The only thing I’m gonna make you is my bitch!” Little Cato responded. 

Rocket gritted his teeth. He would just have to hope that he could find a way to turn the tables before things went too far. This was nothing to worry about, hardly anything compared to everything else he had faced up to this point. 

He was brought back to reality by the claws that were tearing into his clothes, pulling them away from his body. First it was the upper half of his suit. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing, you crass ass cat?!” 

”I’m a Ventrexian!” Little Cato responded. He was clawing and tearing even more. Rocket would have fought against this but there was a sudden feeling of weakness that came over him. He couldn’t even kick his legs out when Little Cato was ripping away the lower half of his suit. Bound to his wrists and behind him, Rocket couldn’t see that they weren’t ordinary cuffs. They were very special, draining the raccoon’s energy just enough to keep him still. 

Now completely nude, Rocket’s ass was showing in addition to the rest of him. Grinning at the sight, Little Cato pulled the brown furred creature up, making him kneel while he stood up to his full height. Rocket was at the perfect level to interact with his groin. 

”I should give you a proper ventrexian greeting,” Little Cato said as he reached a hand out, gripping the back of Rocket’s head. He pulled the raccoon’s face right into his balls. “Take a whiff of them. Get to know the smell.” 

Rocket didn’t intend to but he indeed inhaled while his nose was pressed to the pair of big, orange balls. Their unique spicy aroma filled his nasal passage. Just getting one sniff was enough to make Rocket groan. His head was starting to fog up. It was just like that smell that hung in the air when he first boarded the ship but this was 100 times more potent. 

Little Cato stood tall and watched as the raccoon was nosing his sack. He didn’t seem aware that he was doing it, looking dazed as he moved his head back, smelling and grinding his muzzle against the furry orbs. Rocket was making small noises as he embraced the olfactory tone that was much more masculine than what would have been expected of someone Little Cato’s age. He could feel his mouth starting to water as he kept sniffing. 

”Good boy. Now how about a few licks?” Little Cato asked. Rocket didn’t protest vocally. There was a moment of hesitation but his tongue came out, making contact with the furred pouch, Rocket was given a taste of the ventrexian’s maleness. They tasted amazing and Rocket found himself wanting even more right away. 

While not even doing much, Little Cato was breaking down Rocket’s resistance, making him all too willing to do what was asked of him. As the ship continued cruising on its pre-coordinated course, the pre-teen feline was becoming more and more excited from the fact that he had Rocket Raccoon down on his knees, worshiping his balls with growing enthusiasm. 

Rocket was clearly loving it. Little Cato could feel the greater amount of enthusiasm that was put into the smaller male’s actions. Lapping almost lovingly over his balls was a smooth, warm, and wet tongue. From the way he was performing, Cato could guess that Rocket had experience. His licks were steady and perfectly executed, touching and dragging over the right spots. Doing one of his balls then the other, Rocket was making more pleasant noises while working his tongue on the ventrexian’s tasty, weighty sack. 

The smaller male was keeping his face pressed to them, licking all over before he opened his mouth wider, doing more than he was told to. Carefully he maneuvered the spheres into his muzzle, one after the other. Having them both inside, Rocket was lavishing both balls at the same time with his hot mouth and tongue, sucking and licking with his eyes lidded. The sounds coming from him had turned into clear cut moans that couldn’t be mistaken as anything else. 

Little Cato groaned as he felt his balls being treated so well. The raccoon’s teeth were kept clear, his tongue was swirling all over and the sucking had the right amount of power, enough to bring him greater pleasure but not too much. This was all kept consistent as the brown furred creature was literally slobbering all over his nuts. It was making the cock above pulse and leaking precum that was trailing downwards towards the very orbs that were being worshiped. 

Wanting even more, Little Cato pushed Rocket’s head back but he kept a grip on it. He pulled the raccoon in again but this time he was stuffing his fat cock past the trespasser’s lips. Rocket groaned from his mouth being again spread but this time he was made to take a hefty pole of pulsing and leaking flesh. It was far into his muzzle before he knew it and he moaned from the taste of the precum slathering his tongue’s buds. 

”Hehe. You’re just swallowing it up. Can’t blame you. Ventrexian dick is pretty irresistible,” Little Cato groaned as he felt the start of Rocket’s throat opening up for him. He pushed again, making his length dive down into the raccoon’s windpipe. Despite his experience, Rocket was overwhelmed by the force and size. It caused him to gag but that didn’t do much against the youth’s pushing. He continued to feed his length to the bound bounty hunter until their lips were touching his orange sheath. 

Little Cato snickered as he tightened the grip even more, pushing and pulling Rocket’s head at a pace that he found suitable. Rocket was putty in the ventrexian’s hand, easily moved along in whatever way the orange creature saw fit. The entire time Rocket was still sucking and licking. When the barbed cock would come sliding from his mouth he could see it glistening from his own spit. When it was down in his throat again Little Cato would groan and release more precum that would be swallowed down. 

”Oh man… Who knew Rocket Raccoon was such a slut?” Little Cato asked in a mocking way. “Let’s see how much you can handle!” 

Rocket’s head was forced down again with even more force, after that Little Cato pulled him back and then proceeded to make his head bob back and forth in a rhythmic fashion. Most of the cock was kept in the throat, swabbing his squeezing walls. Precum was bubbling up from it, leaking back onto Rocket’s tongue before it was again swallowed. Little Cato’s cock was throbbing directly against the soft, warm borders, the sensation increased as Rocket would lick all over when it was pulled back again. 

Little Cato’s moans grew louder. He kept his length from Rocket’s throat, giving the raccoon the chance to drag and swirl his tongue all over. And he took that chance to loudly and lewdly slurp all over every inch that he could reach at one time. As more precum came from the tip, first leaking and now spurting with more force, Rocket would swallow the sticky warmth. It would cling to his oral walls and the shaft had an easier time slipping back down. 

From that point on, Little Cato was thrusting himself into Rocket’s mouth, shoving himself as deeply as he could, every pump ending with his lip pressed to the orange furred crotch. It was done roughly. Little Cato was looking to finish what he had started with himself. He had planned to start out with some jerking and then some licks from his own tongue but Rocket’s had a smooth texture that he found more unique compared to his rougher one. 

Having his own private cruiser had its perks. It was salvaged and given to him by his dad. It became Little Cato’s private abode and a home away from home. He never strayed too far from H.U.E. and wasn’t gone for long either. Whenever he needed some private time he could board the ship and take off. And busting a nut while drifting through the starscape was an experience he quickly grew fond of. 

There was an added element that came from thrusting his dick into someone else, feeling the hot sleeve squeezing down on him and hearing the gags. Rocker’s tongue was still moving against his pumps. His hands were on Rocket’s head, moving it in time with his incoming thrusts and doing so reached his tip much further than before. Little Cato was feeding him more precum, the fluid steadily leaking out from the heavy balls that were smacking into Rocket’s chin. 

”Oh yeah! Bout to cum! And you’re gonna take it all!” Little Cato growled as he kept fucking Rocket’s mouth like a fleshlight. He was thrusting even harder, making Rocket endure it all. As the throbbing of his cock grew all the stronger, the barbs on the end were starting to flare. 

He slammed himself in and kept Rocket’s mouth pushed hard against his groin. All but digging his claws into the raccoon’s scruff, the ventrexian yowled as he came hard, shooting the load he meant to splatter onto the cockpit floor into Rocket’s gullet instead. Rocket was gulping down the thick and sticky loads that were all but blasting down into his stomach with so much force that he hardly needed to swallow. 

Rocket felt it all filling him up. Little Cato’s moans were all that he could hear aside from his own gulps. The hard pulses continued, followed by more jets of cum. Those big balls weren’t just for show. Their contents were being poured into the raccoon; Rocket was doing his best to handle it all but he choked and cum came gushing from the sides of his mouth and from his nose. Luckily Little Cato only had a bit more to give and he pulled his cock free, spurting the last of his load onto Rocket’s face. 

”Fuck… You really took it all,” Little Cato said with a smug grin. “Makes me wonder what the other side will feel like.” 

Hearing that made Rocket moan out after he swallowed the last of the cum. 

”Oh, you like the sound of that?” Little Cato asked. 

”S-Screw you…” Rocket grunted, feeling his face heating up as the younger creature caressed his face. 

”Don’t act like you aren’t having fun. These cuffs only keep you too weak to fight me off. All that slutty stuff you did was on your own. I told you that ventrexian dick is irresistible,” Little Cato said with boldness. 

Rocket wanted to deny it but the taste and the scent of young ventrexian male were intoxicating and their lingering on his senses kept him aroused. And just taking a look at that fat cock that was still fully out of its sheath…it was making his body twitch. That sudden feeling came over him again, that compulsion to interact with it. Rocket didn’t want to admit that he did have a slutty side, usually hiding it by being the one in control more often than not. But he couldn’t hide it when in Little Cato’s presence, faced with a shaft that tasted so good and filled his throat so perfectly. 

Sensing his desperation for more, Little Cato grabbed hold of Rocket again. He had no trouble at all partially picking up the raccoon and shoving him against the cockpit seat. Rocket wound up leaning against it, his bare rump sticking out towards the ready young ventrexian. 

Reaching out, Little Cato took hold of Rocket’s hips, feeling the rougher fur of the smaller male’s body. He felt the raccoon shiver from the touch and it made him grin even more. Moving his own body in closer, the bigger yet younger creature pressed his cock right in between the twin cheeks. His cock was still leaking and he proceeded to rub that slippery substance all over as he ground and humped against Rocket’s ass. 

“I think that’ll do,” Little Cato said before he pulled back with his tip, getting his tip to poke at the hole that was exposed from his hands parting the raccoon’s cheeks.  He thrust forwards, making Rocket’s hole spread around the tip of his cock. Using force he was pushing the rest of his length inside. The first thing that he felt was the tightness of Rocket’s tailhole. Rocket was feeling his rim being stretched around the thickness of Little Cato’s dick. The precum that continued to leak helped but Rocket was actually feeling a kind of strain that he hadn’t experienced for a while but there was also plenty of pleasure. 

“You’re tighter than I thought you’d be,” Little Cato groaned. “But I can work with that.” 

Feeding the rest of his cock inside, Little Cato savored the clenches of Rocket’s ass that made it even tighter for him.  Unable to hold back any longer, he grunted and thrust the rest of his cock in. Buried all the way down to his balls, all of the ventrexian’s inches were surrounded by the hot and slippery borders. He slid back and then thrust forwards again, slamming all of his inches back aggressively. 

From that point on he was rocking his hips, rutting into the smaller male while holding his hips tightly. His eyes were trained on the sight of his dick sliding out then disappearing past the spread rim again, always followed by the smack and light jiggle of Rocket’s asscheeks being struck by his incoming crotch. “Yeah, you’re definitely a slut!” 

Rocket’s body was being rocked into the chair, his voice coming out clear as he moaned from deep filling that came over and over again. His own cock was leaking precum onto the floor, steadily dripping from the contact that was given to his prostate every time Little Cato’s cock was jammed into his guts. While he was moaning and clenching his bound fists, Little Cato’s sounds were more aggressive and dominant, coming out in time with every thrust. 

Little Cato didn’t slow down for a second. That hole kept gripping his dick, the tightness never letting up. Rocket’s sounds were becoming louder, further fueling the ventrexian. His ears taking in the wet sounds of his flesh sliding against the raccoon’s walls, becoming more defined as more precum was being dumped in. There was so much at this point that the excess was  leaking out, trailing down Rocket’s balls and dripping down onto the floor alongside his own precum. 

“Keep moaning like that for me,” Little Cato began thrusting faster, listening to the deeper slurps and squishes that sounded from Rocket’s hole.  “Come on, let me know how much you love ventrexian dick! You better tell me or I’m gonna stop. 

Hearing that made Rocket’s eyes widen. He was already so close to cumming all without being able to touch himself. The very idea of Little Cato stopping now was enough to nearly make him whine. 

“You better say it! Tell me what you need!” Little Cato demanded as he started to slow his pace. 

“I need to get fucked!” Rocket shouted. 

“Fucked by what?” the youth questioned. 

“Fucked by a huge ventrexian dick! I’m so close! Just don’t stop fucking me!” Rocket all but pleaded. Tingling and all but burning up inside, Rocket felt desperate to get past that point of no return. It was right there but Little Cato was thrusting just enough to keep him right there, not any closer to his limit. It was teasing torture that he just couldn’t stand any longer. 

That was enough for Little Cato. Biting his lip and rutting much harder without any kind of warning, the younger male proceeded to pummel Rocket’s prostate mercilessly. It was too much for the raccoon to take. He lost control of himself and felt the blinding rush of pleasure. His cock was pulsing hard, shooting cum onto the floor, adding to the mess that was already there. 

The climax he experienced was much stronger than expected. Rocket was left shaking and breathless but it still wasn’t over. Little Cato was still going strong, adding another layer to the already mind-numbing feeling that kept Rocket in his position. 

“I just made you cum. Fuck, that’s so hot!” 

Rocket was still being pounded into the chair, his body being pushed further by the force of Little Cato’s faster and harder cock bashes. He never stopped jamming all of his inches in as far as they would go, forcing his way through the even greater tightness. His body and balls were slapping hard into the racoon, making loud echoing sounds that matched Rocket’s vocals. 

“Almost there! Yeah! Fuck, yeah!” Little Cato yelled. He put everything into those last few thrusts. Just like before he slammed in hard, bottoming out as his barbs flared outwards. 

Rocket could feel his tailhole being pumped full of hot cum. The heat struck him immediately, striking his core first and foremost. Then it spread to the rest of his body, sending tingles all over that kept him trembling and still clenching on the cock that was stuffed fully in his ass. In time with the hard throbs were thick streams of cum that fired deep, staining his bowels. Little Cato was nearly driving his claws into the raccoon’s flesh, grinding his hips to milk out every rope of cum that he could give. And all of it was going into Rocket’s rear. 

Panting hard, Little Cato was left with the overwhelming pleasure when his cock was done spurting. He pulled out, making Rocket hiss from the snatching barbs. But the most prevalent feeling was emptiness. The ventrexian boy’s cock had left him stretched and leaking onto the floor, making the mess even better. Little Cato stood tall behind the older bounty hunter, feeling nothing but pride as he admired his work. 

“You need a ride, you got one. We’ve still got a while until we reach H.U.E. Oh, my dad’s gonna love to have a piece of this,” he said while aggressively gripping the groaning raccoon’s ass. “But until then it’s just you and me…”