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Rocketing Around the Galaxy

Part 1

for GlynWolf

by Draconicon

Glyn knew that the people he'd stolen the gun-grip from would be pissed at losing their possession. Considering where it came from, he would have been surprised if they didn't send someone after him. However, considering it was just a piece of the final product rather than the full thing in and of itself, he hadn't expected them to post a bounty so high.

He stared at the holo-poster floating from side to side across one of the main plazas on the space station, seeing his furry face on display with the price of 50k units under it. The very idea of someone paying more than he'd had in his account for the last twenty years combined was kinda hilarious when one got right down to it, but he knew that it wasn't going to be that funny if a bounty hunter caught him. Particularly when he was this close to another lead, another part, another step closer to the final treasure.

The timber wolf looked down at the weapon grip in his hand. It was nothing more than shiny metal with a trigger grip, certainly nothing that anyone could fight with, but the shimmer to the metal told a different story. Only a few rare materials had that kind of shimmer when the light played over them, and only one place had the right to make weapons out of it.

Nidavellir...

He stroked his thumb across the handle again, taking a deep breath before stepping out from his hiding place in the alley. Following in the wake of one of the bigger out-of-work thugs in this backwater station, he crossed the open area, keeping his eyes peeled and his ears open. The big guy didn't seem to know he was there, but anyone watching him might have picked up that he had something of a bodyguard. An unknowing one, but hey, he wasn't responsible for the stupidity of other people. He was allowed to take advantage of that, just like every other con man on the station.

As they reached the halfway point, the exact middle of the square, among the various ragged bits of steel and iron and other metal that had been ripped up and formed into chairs, the big guy turned. Glyn bit his lip, but broke from the big guy's company, turning towards a watch-tower that the station security had installed in the square. A massive pillar of black metal with glass as strong as steel at the top, it was a symbol of the station's security force, a powerful tool for keeping order among the ne'er-do-wells that populated the place.

It was also the place where the local security captain kept both the contraband items and his personal stash of treasures that'd never get back to the public. Glyn had been stalking the big guy for weeks, checking on where he went, seeing where he put things, and he had come to the conclusion that there was only one place where all those weapons, all that cash, all those drugs were being kept. It had to be right here, where everyone could see it, where all the guards could enter but none of the criminals.

At least, none of the ones that were looking for something valuable. He was looking for something weird, provided that they hadn't scanned the piece yet. If they didn't know what it was, his job should be that much easier.

Nobody bothered him as he walked towards the tower. As a matter of fact, people ignored him the closer that he got to it. Most folks gave the tower a wide berth, staying twenty or thirty feet away from the pillar of metal, and those that ventured close hustled by as fast as possible. He could see the cameras that were already turning on him, but that was fine. They could see him; that just meant that they'd have someone to blame when the power went out in three...two...one...

BOOM!

The explosion from three decks down blew through more than just the generator. It blew through the power lines connecting it to this deck and the one above and below, and even more than that, it blew through the artificial gravity for these decks.

As soon as the explosion settled and the lights went out, Glyn kicked off the ground. His loose pants and looser shirt rippled around him as he launched himself into the air, hitting the side of the tower and climbing as fast as he could. Up, up, up, until he was at the glass top. The guards inside, a mix of human and hound, were desperately hitting buttons and trying to bring the system back online. He knew that they were too busy to see him, but he climbed past them anyway, shooting up to the very top, where the roof was back to solid metal rather than glass, and where the captain of the watch kept all the most dangerous and unexamined stuff.

Cutting a square in the roof, he dropped down into the darkened room, tapping a button at the side of his head. A light popped out of the headband he wore, shining a white circle around the room as he looked left and right. A bed for the captain, a safe - too obvious - and a door that led down to the rest of the tower. Nothing that was good for him in there, but if there was something secret -

Under the bed, he decided, and Glyn shoved the mattress to the side. Jackpot, as he found a secondary, portable safe down there. Just big enough for some units, a weapon...and perhaps the very thing that he was looking for.

The hum of electricity filled the air, and he knew that the tower was about to get its secondary generator back online. They were going to have gravity restored in a few seconds, and that meant that he needed to get the fuck out before they realized that someone had come through the ceiling. He jumped again, safe tucked under his arm, and he went flying through the hole in the roof. He grabbed for the edge, almost melting his glove to the burned metal, and then swung himself sideways and over the back of the tower.

He was most of the way back to the ground before the gravity kicked in again. Then he fell the remaining fifteen feet with a howl and a thump.

#

The timber wolf groaned as he managed to get to one of the alleys leading away from the main square. That had been a close one, particularly as the guards had come streaming in from all sides once they had their riot gear on. Magnetic boots: that was an upgrade compared to the last time he was here, that was for damn sure.

But he had gotten away, and now, he had at least an hour before they figured out who had planted the bomb. As long as he got off the station before they got a good image of his face out there, he should be fine.

Can't leave without the piece, though.

He squatted down, wiping the sweat off his face with one hand and rooting through his belt with the other. There were hundreds of little gadgets and gizmos that he had picked up in his thieving travels, from miniature explosives to lockpicks to scanners that were better than x-ray goggles. However, he wanted something specific, something -

There it was. A mineral and ore scanner, something that could pass for just about anything that a merchant or trader might have carried. Hell, even a buyer at a market was excused for having one of those, since it allowed them to check to make sure that they were buying what the merchant said they were getting. Nobody questioned it, and this one wasn't even modified when it got right down to it. However, he only needed it for a very specific thing.

As the timber wolf aimed it at the safe, he flicked it to scan for the same metal that was in the gun grip in his pocket. If it had come into contact with the safe, if it had been anywhere near it in the last few days, then it would give him a reading. If not...well, then he had made a massive mistake, and he needed to get a better idea of how the hell to get off the station and get back when the heat cooled off.

Come on, come on...

Glyn held the scanner to the door of the safe, waiting as patiently as he could. Even so, it felt like the seconds were ticking off his welcome to the station, and he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster until finally -

Ping. It was a positive result. He'd grabbed the right thing.

Glyn smiled, setting to the longer task of getting the safe open. He pulled out a miniature laser, something that slowly emerged as a narrow little blade, and started to push it against the metal case. It melted around the tip, and the timber wolf's tail wagged slowly.

"Hehehe...things are looking up..."

"Yeah? Cause from where I stand, looks like you're about to take a long trip to the bottom."

He froze, looking over his shoulder slowly. Sitting on the top of the wall behind him was, of all things, a raccoon. Not a very big one, either, but one that came up to maybe his waist, someone that was too small to be a natural anthro like himself. This one looked like some sort of experiment, like someone had shoved a good brain into a regular raccoon and let it start walking around. And carrying a gun. A big gun, for that matter, one whose barrel was pointed right at him.

The timber wolf slowly lifted his hands, standing up and backing away from the safe. The raccoon dropped down from the wall, surprisingly managing to hold the gun in one hand before kicking the safe with one bare foot.

"What the hell's this, huh?"

"Just something."

"Something, huh? Something like the thing you stole?"

"...You're a bounty hunter."

"Heh, right in one, kid."

"You have no right to be calling me that."

"Yeah? I think this gun here gives me the right to call you anything I want," the raccoon said, swaying it slightly but not quite losing his tracking with it. "So, you got anything smart to say before you give up and I take you in?"

"Yeah..."

"...Oh, boy. You're gonna run, aren't ya?"

"How'd you ever guess?"

"Kid, lemme tell ya, that's not gonna go well. I got -"

Glyn didn't hear what the raccoon had. He tossed a smoke grenade to the ground - one that he had pulled out of his sleeve at the last second - and then was off like a shot. The raccoon coughed in the smoke that was left behind, and he knew that he wouldn't have much of a lead. All he did was grab the safe, and then he was back on the move.

A bounty hunter, that fast. He'd shaken three of them on the way to the station, and one of them had been blown up by a passing asteroid. He would have thought that going through that much, that fast, would do something for giving him a good rep. He thought that might get the rest of them to leave him the fuck alone, but apparently fucking not. He beat feet, his boots thumping against the alley floor, the sheet metal that made up the deck vibrating underfoot as the power started coming back on across the station.

Not a lotta time, not a lotta time...

If he didn't get back to his scheduled shuttle now, then there was no way that he was getting off the station. They were going to put on a full-on lockdown before too long, and if he wasn't on-board this one, he wasn't getting another shuttle. He needed to catch this one, and he'd just open the safe then. Not ideal, but he could get rid of the rest of the evidence through the airlock if he really had to.

Until then, he needed to -

Thunk.

The sound of a gun firing was barely enough warning to send him flying down to the deck. An electrified bola shot over his head, hitting someone ahead of him and knocking them to the ground with a scream and a hiss and crackle. The obvious pain from the electrical restraints was writ large on their face, and it was clear that they were writhing around with great pain and discomfort.

Let's not let that happen.

He shoved himself back to his feet, running down a narrower side alley. Not the best decision with someone smaller than him chasing him, but he didn't have a lot of options, really. He needed to get a lead, and now.

Forward, left, right, left, left, right again. It was losing him time, but he had to shake the raccoon before he got caught again. If he could just make sure that the raccoon didn't see him on one of the junctions, he might just be able to get away.

Forward, back, left, right, up, down. He kept running, and he stopped hearing the pitter-patter of bare feet behind him. Perhaps he had finally gotten the lead he needed. He didn't know if he trusted it, but he would go with it. He turned towards the docking bays, and rushed for the nearest elevator. He had twenty minutes left, and he needed each and every one of them.

#

"...You're shitting me..."

Standing right in front of the elevators was the raccoon. Glyn had made it all the way to the docks, but the raccoon had gotten there first. He shook his head in disbelief, and the raccoon chuckled.

"Yeah, I figured you weren't gonna be sticking around. So, why not just beat ya to where you needed to go?"

"Ass."

"Yeah? Takes one to know one."

"You can't do this."

"Oh, I think I can. You aren't running anymore."

"No, I mean...I mean..."

"...Still ain't giving in, huh?" The raccoon chuckled, tossing the gun to the side. "Tell ya what. I got a trick that I've been meaning to try out. I'll give ya a go. One on one. You beat me, and you can run off."

Glyn knew that he wasn't going to get a better deal than that. The raccoon could outrun him, and that was a damn big gun. He had only seen it fire once, but he'd seen the results. There was no way that he was going to stay standing after even a glancing blow from that thing.

"Fine. Shouldn't be too hard to beat up a raccoon."

"...You're gonna learn something real quick, kid."

"And what's that?" Glyn asked.

"Don't call me a raccoon."

Glyn rushed forward, but as soon as he left the elevator, his boot hit something. Something long, something thin, something strong, and worst of all, something electric. The timber wolf had just enough time to go wide-eyed before the electric charge surged through him, sending him falling to the ground with a hiss and a thud. His entire body spasmed, his throat closing tight and his vocal cords refusing to work.

"Heh, yeah, forgot to tell ya." The raccoon walked around him, standing in front of his twitching body. "Put a tripwire in front of every single elevator. Wanted to make sure I got ya, even if you outran me. Well, ain't happening now, is it?" The raccoon laughed. "Still, a fight's a fight. Lemme show ya what you're dealing with."

The raccoon cracked his knuckles, then reached down to his waist. He popped open a pouch, pulled out a pill, and tossed it down his throat, going so far as to rub his neck as he swallowed. It looked almost like a dog getting petted to swallow something, encouraging past an instinct.

Any idea of laughing at the animal behavior, however, disappeared as the raccoon started grunting...and growing.

Holy shit...

Glyn could hardly believe his eyes as the raccoon's muscles started swelling. That orange jumpsuit started pulling in tighter and tighter, showing off a body where all the muscles were bigger and more pronounced than anything Glyn had. The sheer size of them were more and more obvious the longer that the raccoon kept grunting, little balls of tissue turning into long cords of muscles along the biceps, across the pecs, leading up the neck and then down across the rest of the body. As the raccoon's abs swelled, the jumpsuit started to strain, ripping slightly in different places.

He was still twitching, still unable to get up as the raccoon lurched upwards, getting taller as well as brawnier. He had clearly grown by six inches right then, but then he twitched, growing again, and again, each time getting taller, bigger, thicker, more and more terrifying to look at with each growth. His jumpsuit tried to keep up, but the rips and tears were getting bigger in every area.

And perhaps most telling, the growth was particularly shown in the crotch. He hadn't really noticed what the raccoon was packing down there before, but now? It was definitely bigger than his. At least eight inches there, and then - oh, fuck, nine. Nine inches long, and still getting bigger, stretching the little bit of leg that the jumpsuit had and about to pop out from the bottom of it. The balls just under it? Those too, those were growing, pumping out more and more testosterone for the formerly small creature.

RIIIIIP!

The sound of clothes ripping caught the attention of the rest of the docking bay. They'd been too far away, paying more attention to the ships arriving and leaving than to a little spat that was going on at the elevators, but now that the raccoon had ripped through his clothes, it drew their attention. Glyn's too, as he stared at the big cock that was pointing at him, throbbing and...and rather huge...

"Mmmph...heh...you see...I like to show some of you big guys that I can be big, too..."

The raccoon's voice had changed slightly, going deeper than it already was. He groaned, clenching his hands into fists and then releasing them again, his toes curling against the deck as his feet spread, growing, almost tensing and twitching in spasms of release as they stretched across the floor. He could see the long, smooth black pad along the bottom, and he blushed as he realized just how twitchy his own cock was getting, and no longer just because of the electricity.

Fuck...fuck, he's hot...

There was something about having someone looming over him like this that had always been sexy. He had enjoyed it when he had been in prison before, enjoyed being the butt-bitch of a few guys, but this was different. This was being completely overwhelmed by someone that was as cocky as he deserved to be, and someone that looked like he was going to put the timber wolf to use in a way that was far more public than he was used to.

Oh, fuck...

The raccoon gave him a shove with his foot, rolling Glyn onto his back. He bit his lip as his cock throbbed in his loose pants, the little five-incher barely pushing forward in his pants compared to the monster that the raccoon sported. He stayed still, staring straight up at the ceiling as he was nudged, poked, prodded by those long, dexterous toes. Little fantasies were starting to pop back into his head, and he had to admit, he wasn't entirely opposed to where this was going.

"So, kid."

Lifting his foot, the raccoon brought it down on the top of Glyn's muzzle. The smell of sweat, a little musk, and the lighter smell of metal that came from running barefoot in a station like this pushed into his nose, but it was mostly the first two scents. He groaned, blushing.

"You gonna keep fighting, or you gonna come with me?"

"..."

"Heh, alright. I wanted to see what this body can do, anyway."

And with that, he was kicked. Not lightly, either; the raccoon's new body obviously had some much stronger muscles, considering that he had grown from just under three feet to just under six feet. The almost-doubling in size had been more than sufficient to make him stronger than he had been.

SLAM!

Glyn hit the back of a support beam, groaning as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He struggled to his feet, panting as he wrapped his arms around his middle. Somehow, he was still hard down there, too, which was not helped as the raccoon approached, dick swaying back and forth, those big feet leaving footprints behind with the moisture on them.

Fuck me...fuck me!

He didn't know if he meant it literally or not, but as he was picked up by the neck and pinned again, he had the feeling that it was going to happen. He gasped for breath, trying and failing to punch the raccoon in the stomach to beat him back and away. It didn't do a damn thing, and he hissed and gasped for breath as he felt his air supply dwindling.

"Heh, that all you got, kid?"

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

"What was that, huh? I don't speak pathetic prisoner, heheh."

The timber wolf stopped flailing to get the hand on his neck away and grabbed for his belt instead. The raccoon managed to grab one of his hands, but not the other. He didn't grab for any weapons, knowing he'd miss. Instead, he just grabbed for his wallet. He tossed it up, the raccoon's eyes followed it like bounty hunters always did with cash, and he used that moment to make his move.

And that move was to kick the raccoon in his low-hanging nuts.

Rocket crumpled forward, no longer choking him, but unfortunately for Glyn, they were close enough that he was still pinned under the muscular raccoon's greater bulk. He huffed as he was shouldered back into the pillar, gasping for breath as it was pushed right out of him.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"You...fucker..."

The raccoon's hand found his chest, and just like that, Glyn knew he was fucked. He went from leaning against the pillar to flying through the air, and he came down with such an impact that the air was knocked out of his lungs. The chance to breathe in was taken from him by that black-padded sole coming down at his face, knocking his muzzle up and back, and then bouncing against his chest, kicking the air right back out of him and leaving a hell of a bruise behind.

"You wanna play dirty? I'll give ya dirty."

RIIIIP!

And just like that, the timber wolf's pants were gone. He felt the breeze against his ass cheeks and dick for a half-second before he was flipped over again, faced towards the crowd as he was pulled up to his hands and knees. Clawed fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him back as if he was wearing a collar, and he gasped for air as he felt a fat cock rubbing between his ass cheeks, pressing down on his hole for a half-second before -

"NNNGH!"

The popping feeling of that dick going in was worse than he had imagined, leaving him shivering, panting, shaking from head to toe as he was filled with stiff raccoon cock. Big, stiff, and thick raccoon cock, for that matter, as it was spreading his hole wider than anything else he'd jammed up there had. He gasped for breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as that thing went deep, rubbing over his prostate and grinding down right on his sensitive pleasure button.

"Yeah, how do you like it now, bub?"

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Heh, you like my dick, huh? Well, take some more."

He felt it slide back just a bit, pulling a bit out of him, only to ram in just as hard as the first time. The feeling of fur on fur, flesh on flesh, crotch to cheeks was just that much more powerful, and it felt like it was ramming the air right out of his lungs as it went back in. His eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging open as he was fucked in front of a full crowd of people.

Oh fuck...oh fuck...

In, out, in, out, that cock went, and every time that it punched its way past his pucker again, he was reminded how good it felt to be under someone else. The fact that the raccoon had full control of him, the fact that he had no way of fighting back, only made it hotter, somehow. He didn't know why, didn't know what was happening to him to make him enjoy it so much, but there it was.

In, out, in, out, those swollen balls slapping against his own. Never enough to hurt, but always enough to make him feel like a bitch. He was the bitch right then. His grip slipped, and he fell down, his face down, his ass up.

"What the hell is going on over there?"

"Huh? Oh, shit, it's a monster. And it's...it's..."

"Oh, that's just mating season for the rodents and pests. Look, it's enjoying it."

That was, perhaps, the most humiliating thing that could have been said, and the thing that surprised Glyn the most of all. His cheeks burned as he realized that was what everyone was seeing him as, just a little rutting post for the 'pest' that was on his back. After all, the raccoon was still very recognizable as a raccoon, and -

"Nnngh!"

He gasped, feeling the grip around his waist tighten, and then, the jackhammering really got started. His mouth dropped open, his eyes going wider than ever as he felt that dick going deep inside him. His cock throbbed under him, spitting pre-cum on the deck, and that was just the start. In, out, in, out that massive dong kept pounding, and he swore that it got an inch bigger, hitting ten inches in length, throbbing hard inside of him and lubricating his insides with more pre-cum than he knew that a dick could spit.

In, out, in, out, those balls dominating his with light slaps, shoving him down, pinning him in place. At one point, that dark sole pressed down on his head, and he swore that the raccoon must have been building up a sweat, because it was slicker, wetter than he remembered it being.

Glyn remembered cumming at one point, and then...then he started slipping, falling further and further down into that state of being the prison butt-boy, being the slut that everyone drained their balls into, being that bitch that begged for cock and wanted to be fucked harder than any street prostitute would. He slipped into that state for the first time in years, and then...then...

Then he slipped into darkness, no longer thinking, just feeling that huge, perfect raccoon cock fucking him as hard as it possibly could...

#

He woke up with his arms tied to a chair, and his legs likewise. He groaned, his head feeling stuffed full of cotton, and his mouth was dry. His tongue felt like it had been -

Mouth lolling open, he moaned for more, his toes curling as he was fucked and rutted by the bigger raccoon. He shamed himself again and again, begging for that big dick, cumming his brains out for the entirety of the docking bay to see -

"...Shit..."

He groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he remembered a small chunk of being in that state of mind again. It wasn't exactly a pretty sight, and not something that he wanted to have happen to him again. He bit his lip, trying to bring a little more clarity to mind, but all he got was some discomfort in his mouth. Great. So much for getting a clear head after going through all that.

He was in a small room though, and that meant that he was probably not arrested at the station, nor in someone's dungeon. They would have been bigger than this tiny little cubicle. The wolf cocked his head to the side, looking at the three walls to his left, right, and behind him. They all looked about the same, but the one straight ahead of him was a little different, a little brighter and...

"Hey, are you behind that?" Glyn asked.

The wall disappeared. A force-field, then, and the raccoon was on the other side. He was back to his prior size, though he swore that there were a few things that were still bigger than they had been. That dick and those feet, for example. He blushed, and the raccoon smirked.

"So, you're awake, huh? Well, bub, maybe you can tell me what this is, and why you stole another part?" the raccoon asked, holding out not just the first piece that Glyn had stolen, but also the sights that he had picked up from the guard at the station. "And before ya try lying to me, remember. I kicked your ass once. I can do it again."

"...Okay, um..."

"Tick tock, wolf boy."

"It's from Nidavellir," he said, particularly as the raccoon took a step forward and threatened his balls with those - he swore - big feet. He shivered as he saw those toes come very, very close to stepping on his orbs, and he scooted back as much as he could in the chair. "I'm sure of it."

"Nidavellir? That legendary weapon forge?"

"Yeah, yeah. That's it."

"Yeah, right."

"No, seriously, it is, I swear." He nodded at the weapon pieces. "Those two? They're part of a super-rifle, something that was built for greater fighters than us. Find all the pieces, and it's worth a fortune."

"Is that so?" The raccoon chuckled, looking down at the sight and the grip. "Well, that might change things a bit in your favor, kid."

"H-how?" he asked.

"See, that bounty on your head ain't that good. Fifty thousand? Heh, I usually don't get outta bed for less than a hundred. But coming from some uptighty, hoity-toity assholes like that family? I had to know what the hell was going on. And now that I know..."

The raccoon tossed the weapon pieces over his shoulder. Glyn yelped, straining against his restraints to catch them before they hit the floor, only for a giant bit of tree to reach out and grab hold of them. They were lifted up, and a large...well, there was no other way to describe it save to call it a walking tree stepped out from the hallway. The much bigger piece of flora looked down at him, smiling slightly.

"I am Groot."

"Yeah, he's my partner. And I'm Rocket."

Their identity finally clicked with him, and he groaned as he realized just who he had tried to fight. Why had he been such an idiot? Was he that...

Yeah, he probably was that cocky, come to think of it. He groaned under his breath, leaning forward in his chair and wishing that there was something that he could bang his head on. Rocket chuckled, leaning on Glyn's leg as he kept talking.

"So, here's the deal, wolf boy. You help lead us to the different pieces, and we don't turn you in for the bounty."

"...Is that all?"

"Kid, you think that you're going to get anything else?"

"...Fair point, but..."

"But what?"

"I know where all the pieces are. Or at least, where they're gonna be. I think that deserves a little more than just, uh, not turning me in."

"...Heh, you angling for being the butt-boy of the crew, kid?"

And just like that, the timber wolf's face went about as red as it could go. He hadn't been aiming for that, but with the feeling of pleasure that came from his dick right then, combined with just how hard he got, he had to admit that it wasn't entirely something he was opposed to.

So much for those days being behind me...

"So, we got a deal, wolf boy?" Rocket asked.

"...Yeah, we do."

"Good. Now, let's get you outta there, and you can tell me where the hell we're going next."

The End

Summary: Glyn is chasing a weapon from Nidavellir, and ends up attracting the attention of a rather famous bounty hunter.

Tags: M/M, Timber Wolf, Raccoon, Series, Sci-Fi, Rocket Raccoon, Anal, Growth, Cock Growth, Clothes Ripping, Fighting, Fucked, Public, Exhibitionism, Embarrassed, Size Difference, Orgasm, Cum,