(N/SFW Themes Ahead, But No Taboo/Minors/Pedos. Mun is 20, Characters and Art are not mine. Portrayed Characters are of legal ages, feel free to interact!)
Rocket is enjoying his time off the ship. On the beach of a resort planet. Drinks. Relaxation. The only thing that could make it better? Some intimate company...
"Hey. Ya' see something ya' like? Heh. Help yourself. I could use it..."
You remember getting pretty drunk at that bar in Knowhere. You remember someone doing lots of shots with you. And you remember taking them back to your place.
-- and when you wake up, the first thing you saw is a curvy ass and a bushy tail in bed next to you.
"Breed this. Breed that. Feels like that's what half the flarkin' guys in the galaxy are talking about these days..."
Rocket pauses. Looking over his shoulder. Sighing and lifting his tail.
"-- well?! Go ahead and show me what it's all about then...!"
Rocket is tangled up in a tight mesh of wires. His suit partially ripped and torn. Grunting. Cursing through his mouthful. Calling over to the reader.
"Looks like this defense system isn't as run-down as we thought. Flark! Wait -- what're you looking at?! Gimme a HAND here!"
"Hey -- !"
Rocket growls and huffs over his shoulder. Tail twitching. Ears perked. Shivering as the warm cum coats along his thick, fuzzy ass. His whole form tense.
"-- just 'cause I said don't finish IN me doesn't mean I meant for ya' to finish ON me, asshole -- !"
Rocket groans as he wakes up. When the Avengers had asked them to a holiday party on Earth, he didn't think it'd get this wild!
There's bottles around him. Music playing faint in the distance. And Rocket himself is nude, except for a Santa hat dangling on his head.
"Ugh..."
He should've been back on the ship, ready to go for a new mission, almost an hour ago.
But now? His priorities were renegotiated. Especially with how good he was being filled up.
"Mnmm -- yeah, I got time for another round if you keep going like that...!"
"Hey! Ya' been staring at my ass all flarkin' night!"
Rocket huffs. Lowering his garment and shifting his bushy tail aside. A slight smirk on his face. "But if ya' gonna' keep looking, ya' might as well put ya' self to work..."