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Rocketing Around the Galaxy

Part 2

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

"Robbing some rich gal's estate...heh. Not what I expected to be doing today, but hey, I'm up for it."

Glyn was glad that the raccoon was so willing. Then again, considering the sheer firepower of anything that had been made at Nidavellir, that was probably more than worth the effort of going for a new robbery. The timber wolf blushed as he leaned back in one of the seats further towards the rear of the cockpit, trying to be comfortable in nothing more than a thong. The leather seats didn't feel that good against his fur, and he kept feeling that little bit more uncomfortable whenever the raccoon looked back from the pilot's seat.

"Heh, what's the matter? I thought you'd be grateful for some clothes."

"I hoped for more..."

"Yeah? Well, hope for chocolate air, if ya wanna hope for something. That's probably more likely."

Rocket was probably right there, but that didn't make him feel better. He just kept blushing, trying and failing to feel something close to normal when the raccoon kept looking back at him with that leer on his face. Considering that he had nothing but a thong to protect his modesty, it made him feel even more embarrassed than usual.

Particularly since it was all lacy, hiding nothing in the front and sliding right between his cheeks in the back. He curled his toes against the buzzing deck below, only to grit his teeth and pull them up at the sudden vibration boost as the raccoon gunned the engine.

"Stop that!"

"Heh, or what?"

"..."

"That's what I thought, butt-boi."

"That's not my name."

"Yeah? Well, that's what you are until I say otherwise. You're the one that offered your ass up for everyone to see at the last station."

"You tricked me!"

"And you fell for it, didn't ya?" The raccoon laughed. "Besides, you liked it. Judging by the splatter-shot all over the floor, anyway."

He really didn't need to be reminded of that. He was all too aware of just how easily he had given in the last time, and he didn't like thinking of how horny he'd been for everyone to see him. Hell, he'd been in some sort of different state, almost high from how the raccoon had been fucking him, teasing him, and...

Well, that hadn't stopped. Sure, he was technically part of the team now, but Rocket had made it clear that he was a junior member, and that his membership and semi-freedom continued on the proviso that he kept leading them to the different parts of the weapon. The minute that he stopped being able to take them from piece to piece, the deal was off, and he was going to be turned in for as much money as they could get for him.

Not a great deal, but better than being turned in right then and there. Mostly.

But something bugged him. Ever since the transformation, Rocket had turned back to his shorter self, but...there was still something off about him. Glyn leaned around his seat, glancing at the pilot again.

Yep...still huge.

Not as huge as they had been, admittedly, but Rocket's paws were still quite a bit longer and broader than they should be for a raccoon that size. He was pretty sure that the raccoon's dick was just as out of proportion for the body, too, considering that he remembered seeing quite a bulge in the communal toilet that morning.

Not that he'd been looking. Or...well, at least he hadn't stared.

Rocket looked over his shoulder, the raccoon's smirk deepening.

"Heh, getting an eye-ful for later, wolf-boi?"

"No. Just...wondering. Why are you still..."

"Bigger than you?"

"You aren't!"

"Where it counts, I am." Rocket laughed, turning around. "Eh, it's the drug. Every time I take it, it takes longer to go back to normal. Not a big deal; I figured out how to run and everything with big feet. And people like the dick."

Glyn managed to shut his mouth before he could make a smart-ass comment that'd get him fucked while they were still in transit. The last thing that he needed was to be fucked-silly by the time that they reached their destination. Considering the fact that they were going to be stealing from some rich girl's place, they needed to have their heads on straight, and their heads clear.

After all, he'd been planning a heist here for a while. He knew how much trouble they were getting into.

The manor of the Lady Devon was quite the place. Located about twenty miles outside the largest of the big cities that dotted the planet, the old estate of one of the last 'nobles' that the planet tolerated was very large, spanning more than forty square miles, and devouring most of the landscape around it. It was all but self-sufficient, what with the crops that had been formed into beautiful gardens for the Lady and her family, and the whole place was watched carefully by a fleet of drone security robots.

That was the dangerous part of this mission. While one could get over the walls that protected the Lady Devon's estate with considerable ease, evading the squadrons of drone watchers was considerably harder, and it made for a rather difficult sort of thing to plan around. After all, it wasn't just a matter of taking them down; Glyn could have done that, and Rocket could have done it even better than he could. Blinding them and destroying them, however, would have been another indication that something was wrong, and more of the drones would have been scrambled to that location.

They needed to be better than that, and thankfully, Groot had given Glyn the solution he needed.

"You're shitting me," Rocket muttered, holding up a branch. "What the hell are we going to do with these?"

"You're telling me that you've been partnered with the walking tree for this long and you never thought about this?"

"I don't even know what 'this' is, kid."

"Instant tree. Right, Groot?"

"I am Groot."

"...I still don't speak Groot, what'd he say?" Glyn asked.

"He said that it ain't instant, and it ain't a tree. It's a sapling." Rocket shook his head. "You big ass. Why didn't ya tell me that you could do this?"

"I am Groot."

"That ain't an excuse."

Glyn had no idea how the raccoon managed to translate the same three words into actual speech, but he shrugged it off. All things considered, that was the least of his worries. It wasn't as if Groot was going to come with them into the grounds, anyway.

Pretty sure that a moving tree would get way too much attention. We're risking enough with this stuff.

The instant-tree thing was something that he'd wondered about ever since he'd seen Groot start growing his roots and tendrils throughout the ship. They didn't just grow from him, either. He seemed able to snap them off and grow them independently, too. He'd asked the tree if he could test something, taking a bit of the wood and then asking Groot to grow it.

It turned out, it could grow very fast. Not quite instant, admittedly, but still very fast. Enough to cover someone in it, looking like plant life rather than fauna. That was better than nothing, and as long as they stayed near the shrubbery and greenery, they could use that to blend in when the drones were overhead.

It would get them close to the manor, at the very least. He hoped it would be enough to get them out, too.

"So, where's the goods?" Rocket asked.

"Bedroom," Glyn said. "Not that far from the bed, possibly under it."

"And what kinda thing are we stealing, huh? Just in case, you know, you fuck up and get caught. Again."

"You were the one that caught me last time. Most people aren't that good. I can get it."

"I bet ya can't. That's why you're having me come with ya."

"I'm just - look. It's in a case. Probably the same sort of case that the one back on the other station was in. Something good and tight, hard to break through. Heavy."

"I can handle heavy."

"Only if you grow."

"Heh, then you better hope I find it first, butt-boi. We both know the real reason that you joined."

As Glyn sputtered in indignation, Rocket gave Groot a little fist bump. They left him alone in the cargo bay, apparently with the raccoon going to get a few more bits of gear and Groot to man the cockpit and the rest of the ship while they were gone. By the time that the timber wolf had come up with any sort of good retort, the chance to use it was long-since past. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. This was going to be a very weird operation.

They inserted themselves over the wall with ease. Rocket went one way, he went another, and Glyn kept himself as close to the ground and the hedges as he could. He might not have been a large specimen of the canine species, but he was still bigger than the large-pawed raccoon, and that meant that he needed to stay low, move slow, and hope that he had better senses than the things that were looking for him.

The garden itself was quite large, spacious and filled with all kinds of greenery. Long hedgerows formed tall mazes, which meant that he barely had to crouch to keep from being seen from the side, but it also meant that he couldn't see that far ahead of him, or around corners. Big problem when it came to avoiding people, he quickly realized.

The wolf stopped in his tracks, pressing himself to the green wall to his left as he heard footsteps and whispers coming from up ahead. He buried his back in the leaves, his hand clenched tight around the instant-tree at his waist. The branches stuck at his back and along his spine, reminding him of his state of undress - stupid raccoon not giving him more than skimpy underwear - and he prayed that nobody turned down his particular lane of green.

A pair of females, both of the humanoid persuasion, walked by. One green, one yellow, both staring straight ahead and talking to themselves. He pricked his ears forward, listening in.

"I just know that Lady Devon is going to go mad out here one day."

"Oh, dear. What's happened?"

"She's lost her latest pet, you know. All that fuss over that fox, and now it's gone. She's positively despondent, you know."

"Oh, dear, the poor thing. She really needs to stop adopting all those little animals."

"I know, I know, I've told her, but you know how the mad old thing is. She can't help herself."

"Oh, well. It's a hard school..."

They walked out of sight and earshot, leaving Glyn with his head cocked to the side. So, the Lady Devon had an issue with keeping animals alive? And she had just lost a pet, which meant...

Oh.

Oh, boy.

A slow smile crept over his face. He doubted that it would go quite as well as he imagined, but there was a beautiful image of Rocket catching the old woman's attention and being dragged into the whole lifestyle here. The idea of that big-footed raccoon getting her attention and having to wear a collar, being dragged around the little court in the mansion, being on display all the time...

Oh, it was almost as good as getting fucked. A little of his own back, just thinking about it.

Not that Rocket's stupid enough to let that happen, but it's still a good thought.

Shaking his head, he kept moving. There was a lot of maze to get through, and not a lot of time before he was due at the mansion. Rocket was probably going to get impatient if he had to wait, and that could cause a problem.

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Could cause a problem? Did cause a problem. Glyn was just leaving the far end of the huge maze, coming up on the side of the big house, when he heard the alarm going off. He jerked back as the whirring hum of the drone squadrons filled the air, shoving himself back against the wall of the maze. He pulled out the instant-tree, activating it, and the roots spread over him and through the leaves. It bound him to the side of the hedge-maze, but it was enough to cover and hide him, he hoped.

Up ahead, he saw the window to the mansion shatter, and Rocket leaped up onto the sill. The raccoon looked out at the horizon, obviously saw the drones coming, and hesitated. Glyn imagined what was going through Rocket's mind: no prize, and no way to fight through that many drones at once. There weren't many options.

But, to his surprise, Rocket didn't jump down and hide. Instead, he started pulling off all his clothes. The strip show that he got from his hiding place was definitely a hot one, Glyn had to admit. The sight of that jumpsuit coming off, the view of that big dick swinging out and hanging down for him to enjoy, the sheer size of those balls under them that were probably pumping all kinds of seed for one to enjoy -

Stop thinking sexy while you're trying to hide...

After all, if the drones could pick up heartbeats, then the faster his heart went, the more likely they were to pick it up. Getting excited was bad right now.

But it was hard not to when a naked raccoon stood on the windowsill, then crouched down. There was only about twenty feet of distance between him and Rocket, not nearly enough to hide all the raccoon's attractive features, or those lovely, black-padded soles, or the way that the toes curled tightly around the windowsill to keep him from falling down.

What are you - oh. Oh.

Rocket was a raccoon. That meant that most people, if they saw him without clothes or tools, would be more inclined to see him as an animal rather than a person. It was a good disguise, and would probably have resulted in him getting chased off rather than thrown in prison.

In most places, that was. Here...

He heard the sound of people rushing into the room, saw Rocket turn around, and then saw the look of utter terror on the raccoon's face. There was a moment of silence, followed by a giggle as an elderly woman walked over to the window. She was wrinkled, her hair in disarray. Probably nearly ninety, just from the way that she walked and the way that she appeared, she had this sort of gravitas to her that reminded him of the other mad nobles that still peppered the galaxy and sucked up resources just by existing.

"Oh, my, such a pretty little thing," she said, scooping Rocket up without a second thought. "And here I thought that I was actually in danger. Such a pretty little mischief maker. Oh, but Mr. Stinky...Mr. Stinky needs a bath."

It took everything that Glyn had to keep from giggling at what he heard, and it was a very lucky thing for Rocket that he was still facing away from the older woman. The utter indignation on the raccoon's face was the stuff of legends, the sort of thing that you would only see in one of the holo-shows of someone that was going through sitcom level humiliation. The raccoon was pulled out of view, the old woman shouting at her servants to draw her a bath for 'Mr. Stinky', and then there was nothing.

The hum of the drones faded, and he stepped out from the hedge again, the roots coming off the grounds flora and sinking back into the root that he carried. It was definitely proving its use.

Okay...time to sneak in...

From the little bit of work that he had done mapping this place out, he knew that the Lady Devon had a bedchamber on every floor, but he was pretty sure that her favorite one was on the top floor, probably in the raised section that looked over the rest of the manor. That meant climbing.

Thankfully, there was a lot of ivy around the outside of the house. He would have to be careful, take his time, and work with the cycles of the drone squadrons moving around, but that was easy enough now that he was close. He had patience, and as long as Rocket didn't do something stupid like stage a huge escape attempt...

Well, that was pretty much a guarantee. He'd need to move quickly.

Up, stop, up, stop, each time taking the large manor a level at a time before waiting for the drones to pass. He was halfway up when he looked through a window and found Rocket being held down in the tub, the old woman's back to the window, but Rocket facing him. Glyn's jaw ached from how hard he clenched it to keep the laughter inside, particularly when the raccoon saw him.

Oh, he's going to kill me for this later...

"Oh, Mr. Stinky. What were you doing? Were you making widdle babies with some lucky female? I bet you were," the old woman said, dragging a cloth down Rocket's back. "But no more of that. I'll have to get you fixed, later. A good little snip-snip to keep you nice and docile."

Oh, Rocket's expression promised untold vengeance for this, but all Glyn could do was hold a finger to his lips and remind the raccoon to stay quiet. The glare grew deeper, but Rocket didn't open his mouth.

Glyn kept climbing, beating the squadron to the next level by seconds. He hid away, waited for them to pass, and kept making his way up.

I should use him for a distraction more often, he thought. Much more fun.

He finally reached the top of the manor, and he was right: the one room up here was the Lady's bedroom. The timber wolf shut the balcony door quietly, then knelt down, brushing some of the dust on the floor into the air. It revealed a laser trip-wire right by the door, which he stepped over carefully before checking the rest of the room.

Thankfully, the majority of it was pretty undefended. More than likely, all the security measures were spread through the lower rooms, nobody expected to get this high without being spotted by the automated defenses spread through the grounds and in the air. The balcony's little trip-wire was the last thing to keep people out.

Well, let's see what you're hiding, Lady Devon...

He found quite a few things in the room. Old medications, new medications, designer drugs, and quite a few units that were spread throughout the place. At least twenty-thousand, as a matter of fact. Rocket might give him a little leniency with all that currency to throw the raccoon's way, he hoped, but he'd just have to see.

However, the real prize was, as he expected, under the Lady's bed. The same sort of safe that he had pilfered from the security station before was down there, and he smiled as he pulled it out. Laying it on her bed, he leaned down, spinning the locks, testing his luck -

And just as he had hoped, the mad old woman hadn't bothered locking it fully. She'd left it on the factory settings, which meant that it opened without a hitch. A gun barrel was inside, which meant that they had a goodly bit of the weapon, now. Grip, sights, barrel. He wasn't sure how many more pieces there were, but that meant that they could probably attach those bits to an average weapon - just about any average weapon - and they'd have some pretty good gear to work with.

Of course, not as good as the full thing. Glyn had every intention of getting that. It would go miles towards giving him the sort of gear to really make a name for himself. A name that was better than 'butt-boi.'

Tucking the barrel into his thong, he made sure to gather up as much of the units as he could before making his way to the balcony again. Last thing that he needed was to be caught now, and he needed to get running before Rocket lost his patience. Or his mind. Or both.

He hopped over the trip-wire, waited for the drones to pass, then began his descent.

He beat Rocket back to the ship, something that nearly got him tossed back out by Groot. Only some quick talking and best-guessing about what the tree was saying kept him from getting his ass ravaged by some of the sharpest-looking branches that he had ever seen.

When he got the concept across that Rocket was fine, that they were just waiting for him to pull his escape, Groot finally let him down. He let out a long sigh of relief, and then made his way to the cockpit to wait.

As expected, when Rocket did show up, it was with an entire army of drones following behind. He was still naked, still wet, and he had a few little bits of his bubble bath still clinging to him. If it wasn't for the fact that he was being chased by an entire security company, Glyn would have been laughing his head off. He was still giggling as he ran to the weapon emplacement on the bottom of the ship, powering it up and taking his gunnery role as Rocket flew them off planet.

Thankfully, not much fighting actually occurred. They were able to leave the planet, get to orbit, and then into the jump-space without being pursued for long. Five jumps later, they were alone, and he leaned back into his seat with relief.

That relief was short-lived, as the raccoon grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around merely three seconds later. The angry little pilot glared at him.

"What...the fuck...was that?" he growled.

"What was what?"

"You - you knew she was that crazy?!"

"I didn't know she was that crazy, but...maybe a little."

"You - come here."

"What? What'd I do?" Glyn asked as he was yanked out of the gunner seat.

"You - I can't - GET TO MY ROOM!"

After being kicked around for about five minutes, Glyn was pinned under one of Rocket's big feet once more. They weren't so large as they had been at the station, but they were still big enough to cover half his face each. They were out of proportion to the smaller raccoon, and due to Rocket's smaller size and weight, that meant that the raccoon could literally stand on his face without causing him discomfort.

Rocket was using that to his advantage, kneading his large, padded soles across Glyn's face and leaving the wolf whimpering. The timber wolf's cock was already tenting his thong quite heavily, making it look quite obscene down there, particularly as he started dripping into the underwear.

"See? You're the pathetic one, not me. I'm not the one that got all hot and bothered by some sweaty pair of feet, am I?"

"No, just...caught by a crazy old woman...Mr. Stinky."

Stomp! Thankfully, not on the face, but the sole-slap against his bulge didn't make him feel that much better. It missed his balls, thankfully, only stomping his cock against his belly, but it was still quite the impact. He hissed softly, arching his back upwards, thrusting against that foot...half-willingly.

"You gonna keep that attitude, kid? Or am I going to have to teach ya where ya belong again?"

"Mmmph...it was the only way to do the mission after you got caught..."

"I coulda made it work. You're part of the crew. You coulda rescued me."

"Oh, sure...and make - mmmph!"

And just like that, he went from explaining himself to having a toe in his mouth. It was a bit hot, bit sweaty, and he blushed as his cock throbbed up that much more as Rocket leaned over him. The raccoon managed to stand on his tiptoes with that foot, toe planted on the timber wolf's tongue, and he leaned one arm on his bent knee as he looked down at Glyn.

"You ain't ever going to tell someone about that."

"Mmmph..."

"If ya already told Groot? Fine. He can't tell anyone. No. One. Else."

"..."

"Got it?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Good."

He breathed slowly around the furred toes, unable to help the burning lust that the smell kept filling him with. Embarrassment, some humiliation, more throbbed through his cock as he was reminded where his place was with this little crew. Not in a good place, not in a dignified place, but underfoot.

Useful, but underfoot.

Rocket eventually pulled his toes back, allowing him to go back to licking the damp undersides of those feet. He had gotten used to that flavor, at least. It was no longer something that he had to brace himself for or anything like that. It was just...just a reminder of...of being some little foot-bitch for the raccoon.

He blushed as Rocket started walking back and forth over his body, leaving little footprints of spit and sweat along his fur. The sheer size difference between them should have made him into the one in charge, but there was no chance of that. The personality difference between the two of them, the fact that Rocket was just a better fighter than he was, and his own kinks kept him squarely on the bottom.

At least, for now.

Rocket paused, standing with one foot on the timber wolf's thighs, the other on his cock. The pressure of those toes pulling at the head of his cock, then pushing it back down, was not exactly easy to ignore.

"So, did you get the goods?" Rocket asked.

"Mmmph...yeah."

"Good. Where are they?"

"Under your bed?"

"You came in here? Without permission?"

"Felt like...the safest place to put it," he muttered as the pressure on his balls went up all of a sudden. "Didn't want to risk it out in the open in case anyone managed to get here before you did."

"...Heh. So you got a brain, after all."

The pressure eased off his balls, thankfully, and the raccoon finally hopped off him. The timber wolf started to sit up, only for Rocket to push down on his forehead with one foot.

"Ah. I didn't say for you to get up, kid."

"Mmmph...What now?"

"Want to make sure that we're completely clear on this, kid. I don't want anyone, ever, to find out about that. You let anyone find out, and I'm going to do more than just humiliate ya. I'm going to take it further. Way, way further."

"...It was just a role, though," Glyn said. "What's the matter?"

"I'm not just some pet. I'm Rocket."

"Yeah but -"

"Didn't we have a whole lesson about what you're not supposed to call me, kid?"

"...We did."

"That's right. So, you gonna make the mistake of saying it?"

Only if you're going to wring my balls dry with those feet.

He was thankful that he was already in the process of shaking his head, because it kept him from humiliating himself with the blush that came from that thought. He looked down at his cock, meager but hard as hell, and sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Better. Now, get on your feet. We've got more pieces to find."

That's right. They did. And while he had a few more clues as to where to go, he didn't know where all the pieces were. That meant that he'd need to bullshit a reason to start making contacts, looking up more of this shit, and finding ways to keep Rocket and Groot from finding out that he knew less than he told them.

That...shouldn't be too hard. Neither of them seemed the sort to be that keen on reading or rooting through information. As long as he made it clear that he needed to get information on their next few heist locales, he should be able to sneak off and do what he needed to do with people in the know. As long as they didn't find out that he wasn't completely on the up and up with them, all his benefits - namely, freedom and being a punching bag - should still be on the table.

He hoped.

Rocket nudged him to his feet, and they left the raccoon's quarters. However, when he tried to adjust his thong, Rocket grabbed it and pulled it down, yanking it right off the timber wolf's ankles when he stumbled forward and almost fell on his face.

"What the hell?!" Glyn shouted over his shoulder.

"I'm keeping these when you're on the ship."

"Come on, that's not fair."

"Completely fair, butt-boi. I get to see what I own. And I own ya, don't you think?"

At the very least, metaphorically, Rocket had him by the balls. There was no clear way of getting away, and he knew for a fact that any attempt to just run from these two would have him back on the bounty board in seconds. The best that he could hope was that they'd cut their losses and leave him be, which would mean that other hunters would be on his ass, and they wouldn't be so nice.

Or sexy.

"Fine," the timber wolf muttered, trying not to let that thought take further root. "I'll go...naked."

"You bet your pretty ass, you will."

His cheeks burned as he got pushed through the ship, making his way with Rocket back to the cockpit. Groot was waiting for them, pulling his roots back from the various seats to give them somewhere to sit down. He half-expected the tree to jab his ass with one of the roots and remind him of what his 'proper place' was, but it seemed that was more up to Rocket to maintain, considering the tree barely seemed to notice him.

"So, where to next?" Rocket asked.

That was the question, wasn't it? He leaned back, looking out at the stars. It was time to start seeing what he could get away with, particularly since he didn't know how many opportunities that he'd actually have to try and get more information. Rocket seemed the sort to be lazy enough to let others do the work, but...

"I'll put the coordinates in over here," he muttered.

"Could just say the planet," Rocket said.

"Just...go here."

The End

Summary: Glyn continues his 'service' under Rocket and Groot, but this time, it seems that he might be the better one for the job than Rocket .

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Nudity, Humiliation, Rocket, Rocket Raccoon, Raccoon, Timber Wolf, Rule 34, Foot Fetish, Embarrassment, Series, Big Cock, Size Difference, Sci-Fi,