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Rocket groaned when opening his eyes. The raccoon's head hurt a bit and his body felt stiff as well. Maybe it was because of the hard stone floor he had been sleeping on. A series of questions flooded his head. Where was he? How did he end up here? And how long had he been here? It was clear enough to see that he was in some kind of jail. The setting seemed rather primitive. From the bare stone floor, rusty iron bars that kept him confidnd and the quaint little hole carved in the corner. Not only was he too big to squeeze himself down there but he wasn't feeling desperate enough to put himself through all that effort.

Breaking the immersion were the lights above. They were similar to lightbulbs, providing an artificial glow rather than anything natural. His head was still a bit fuzzy but the bounty hunter could recall the events that took place the day before. The landing, coming across those big lizard guys. He was certain that the plan was foolproof but his bottoming skills clearly needed work in the endurance department. At the very least his hunger was taken care of...

Shaking his head and rising to his feet, Rocket stretched and grunted while easing out the kinks felt in his body. Not only did his body feel stiff but his fur did as well, the cum having dried to his pelt, making it clump all over. If a hole was the only amenity provided he didn't expect a bath to be on the schedule anytime soon.

"Let's see what we're dealing with," Rocket muttered to himself. It didn't take long to find someone to talk to. Another prisoner, a thin looking white scaled lizard, who was just sitting around in a cell next to him.

"Hey. Hey you, skinny," Rocket called, getting the other creature's attention. It perked up and looked at him with pink hued eyes, tilting its head curiously.

"Are you...speaking to me?" he asked, addressing the raccoon.

"Yeah, I am," Rocket snapped back.

"A mammal that speaks our language..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. That aside... Where the hell am I?"

The white lizard's expression shifted, quickly becoming downtrodden. "We are imprisoned in the dungeon under the capitol. King Drallus' rule has turned merciless. Keeping the technology for himself and leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves. And those who appear as a threat or speak ill of him are thrown down here and subject to punishment."

"Sounds about right," Rocket groaned. At least he was given some valuable information. There was some tech on this planet, just being hoarded by some greedy king or whatever. The raccoon considered it a measly roadblock compared to the much more dangerous foes and forces he had faced down over the years, a number of them being dealt with single handedly on top of that.

With nothing else to do, the bounty hunter turned prisoner got himself as comfortable as he could. It took some time but there came the marching of footsteps descending into the dungeon. A bulky green scaled lizard wearing armor came into view but Rocket recognized him as the guy from the day before, the biggest one out of the group of 5. And speaking of which, the others came following after, dressed in armor as well.

He was going to various cells, letting out a few prisoners while others were passed up. The raccoon saw this as his chance. Granted he had no idea if his cell would be opened. From what he could see, those let out had a chain attached to the collars around their necks, keeping them from going anywhere. Rocket gasped and dared to touch his neck, realizing that there was a collar around his neck. It was flat and smooth all the way around. The strangest thing was even though he was now aware of it, aside from directly touching it, Rocket could just barely feel the accessory despite it being fastened so snugly. There was a loop he felt, but no way for him to loosen it.

It could only be assumed that this was some sort of technology. Maybe automatically adjusting to his neck size or something like that. This wasn't going to come off easily, the furry prisoner was sure of that. Realizing that made him rather irritated. There wasn't a mirror around but it wasn't hard to imagine himself looking like someone's lost pet raccoon...

The leading guard came to his cell and opened it. "Hmm, we meet again. You've been chosen."

Rocket didn't resist the hands of other guards that were on him, holding his small body steady while Braken fastened the chain leash, passing it off to another. Rocket was tugged along and made to follow along with the other prisoners. They were all lizard men and were considerably thinner than the bulky guards taking a few more out of their cells. When the count came to 10, they were all turned around and led out of the dungeon and up the stairs.

Waiting on his throne was Drallus. It was that time of day yet again and he was awaiting the choices available to him this morning. He left them for the guard to choose, giving him a unique pool to choose from each time. Only one would be selected while the others would be made to service the guards not currently on duty.

The wait wasn't much longer. In came Braken and the other members of his most trusted guard. And in tow came the morning's selection, a collection of rebels and other manner of criminality that deserved punishment in the king's eyes. He would make an example of them while also taking care of the high libido his rare species made itself known for.

"Here they are, my king," Braken announced.

Drallus looked among the selection but couldn't help but frown when seeing Rocket chosen among them. When their eyes met the furry creature gave a look, one that made him scoff. What did he look like, being intimidated by a talking morsel?

"He'll do just fine," Drallus said, pointing to a dark blue scaled lizard, already being tugged ahead and towards the king. The chain leash was given to the ruler, who licked his lips. His free hand pulled his loincloth to the side and Rocket audibly gasped when seeing the fat balls that sat on the throne seat between the dragon-like reptile's legs. A flaccid yet plump looking cock resting on top of the big and large ballsack.

While getting the prisoner to sit on his lap, Drallus' loins began to stir. Rocket had noticed it was humanoid in shape rather than the internal penises that the guards had. But then again, this reptile seemed to be different from anyone else; being even bigger and stronger looking than the leading guard, having a furry and wild mane that trailed down his back.

The king's cock began to rise, being uncut and black in color. Not only was it becoming erect but also it was becoming even bigger, making it clear that the ruler was a grower on top of his already large flaccid state. Rocket gasped audibly when seeing what looked to be a full foot of long, thick maleness, already twitching with lust. But just like the others, precum was already dripping from the tip, providing a more than generous amount of lube to work with.

While having the others watching, Drallus wasted no time lifting the lighter male with ease, pushing the blue lizard down onto his tip. The entry was rough and sudden, with the king grunting deeply while his chosen toy raised his voice, some pain being heard in his tone. He was made to take every inch all at once, not only reaching in deeply but also stretching his insides nearly to their limits.

He wasn't given time to adjust before some hard thrusts were given, the king's lower body surging upwards, his massive balls smacking the smooth scaled underside of his prisoner.

Rocket winced while watching this all happen. Sure he loved rough sex as much as the next guy, but this was just brutal. He felt bad for the blue lizard, watching him squirm and noticing the prominent bulge that appeared when the shaft sunk itself in deep. At the same time the raccoon also counted himself lucky to be spared the same treatment.

"Mmm... The rest of you can pick among the rest," Drallus said dismissively, keeping his focus on pounding into his chosen toy.

Almost immediately, Rocket was scooped up. His first instinct was to fight but he was quickly subdued. It was then he noticed that it was the leading guard again. He settled down and figured that this was the best option for him.

The other guards not on duty were making their own picks, some guards already inserting themselves into their chosen prisoner.

"Harak! Keep watch!" Drallus barked to the sole guard assigned to watch the throne room area's main entrance. The bulky lizard did so but didn't look happy.

"Poor Harak..." Braken muttered while carrying Rocket off.

"Why poor him?"

"He doesn't get to participate in selecting an unchosen prisoner," Braken explained.

"Don't all guards get a turn?" Rocket asked curiously.

"One those chosen by the king. And he trusts very few..."

"And you're telling me this...because?"

"I've taken a bit of a liking to you and it's clear to see that the king doesn't like you."

"I bet I'm not the only one either," Rocket said, his words being aimed at the leading guard. He was no fool and could tell there was something further lying under the surface.

"We are just doing what we can to survive...what can I call you?"

"Rocket."

"Rocket. I am just trying to assist you to my best ability. The king's trust in me isn't absolute either."

"So the most loyal guard could wind up on the king's cock?" Rocket teased. "Maybe we can help each other out? I gotta get off this planet and you guys need some change of leadership."

"Do not speak such things! At least until we are in private!" Turning another corner brought them to a hall that was lined with doors on either side.

"These are the guard's quarters. And this is my room."

"You know I never got your name," Rocket realized.

"Braken. My family has served the royal line for generations. It is an honor to be the first guard to the king," Braken said while entering. Then he shut the door firmly behind him. "At least it was at one point."

"Just what the hell's going on on this planet?" Rocket asked once they were both in private. Braken sat on the bed and began to explain. He spared the otherworldly creature of their extensive history and cut right to the last few years; the rise of the current king and the changes enacted in an effort to keep the last remaining power held.

"Putting my lineage aside, our race is advancing beyond the need for monarchy and Drallus cannot accept that. So he consolidates all the power and resources he can," Braken finished.

"So why don't you guys just rise up and take over?" Rocket asked, getting himself comfortable on the bed.

"We have the numbers but Drallus had done well to sow fear among those too close to him. And there's also the promise of rewards that may never come."

'Keeping the carrot dangled in front of them,' Rocket mused to himself. "Maybe I can help you out then. I can only get out of here with him out of the picture anyways."

"True enough. But first..." Braken said, starting to take off his armor. "I didn't bring you to my quarters just to talk."

"Didn't you get enough of me last night?"

"You offered yourself then," Braken reminded, now being completely nude. He crawled onto the bed and over the smaller male, having a sultry expression on his face. "This is different. Consider this the start of our alliance."

"So this is how you make friends on this planet?" Rocket teased. "I guess things aren't all bad around here..."

Braken chuckled at the comment. "I've been looking forward to this. In truth I was hoping the king wouldn't choose you."

"Coming back for more, huh?" Rocket smirked before rising up from the bed a bit. "But let's get one thing clear. I'm not some slut just begging to take it up the ass. But I could use some more practice."

"Practice?"

"Let's just say I already got a plan brewing. Simple and straightforward. I just need to get used to..."

"Being fucked?" Braken finished, making Rocket blink in surprise.

"Took the words right out of my mouth. And speaking of mouths..." the raccoon eluded, rolling over and to show off his backside. "Just because you make a lot of pre doesn't mean I'm letting you just stick it in."

"Very well," Braken purred. He had no qualms with preparing his partner for the morning. Getting even lower the scaly guard purred a bit, being able to smell the lingering scents of sex on the mammal's pelt. It was even easier to see as well. He figured that cum needed to be cleaned out rather than running off their smooth scales.

Rocket readied himself. The plan he had wasn't complex. From what he could tell, there were many that were miserable, even while working directly under the king. He could use that. He had used similar methods to escape three prisons so far. Offing them what the king won't would get them all on his side in no time. The only obstacle was his inexperience when it came to taking cock rather than giving it.

Braken's large and smooth hands were on Rocket's rump, rubbing over the brown furry mounds before he started to slowly spread them, revealing the pink hole usually hidden from view, being a bit stretched looking. Seeing this made the guard shiver. Not only had it been a thrill to encounter the raccoon yesterday but that was also his first time defying the king's rule. He allowed the lesser ranked guards in his company a turn with the creature without the king's permission. Drallus hadn't said anything about it, either assuming all of the cum on Rocket's body came from just Braken or perhaps not caring enough to question the latest prisoner's condition. It brought him a sense of relief but also a strange and new sense of excitement, realizing that he got away with defying the king's rules in one way or another.

And now he was going as far as to discuss possible treason. This small creature was rather bold, it amused him. As head guard there was only so much he could do without drawing attention but if Rocket was willing to help in bringing the king's reign to an end, he would assist in any way he could.

With that, Braken lowered his head and made contact with the soft hole, starting out with letting his lips stay touched to the warm rim, feeling it twitching a bit in response to the contact. After a bit of that, the lizard's board tongue slipped from his muzzle, being the next thing to make contact.

This time Rocket actually jumped a bit. In an instant he had gone from smooth cool scales rubbing against his hole feeling something entirely different. A sudden heat and wetness on his entrance. It hadn't done anything more than touch his tailhole but that was enough to make it grip the bed's sheets a bit. He could remember some of the day before, namely offering himself to the group that found him. That's when he had been pushed down on Braken's cock. But at a certain point it was hard to recall anything else. He couldn't remember how it had felt, but there was a lack of pain when waking up and there was no soreness in his throat either. Maybe they had been gentle with him?

Another small yet low toned noise came from the bigger male, starting to move his tongue while it was still touching the soft pinkness. Going slowly, the wet thing began sweeping back and forth, even warmer saliva slathering the surface. The both of them found something to appreciate.

Rocket still had his biases; even when he topped, the raccoon still had some consideration for the partner involved. But when offering his own hole, it was always a one sided affair, using him solely for their pleasure, usually leaving him bruised and sore for some time afterwards. But this was completely different. It was a soft touch that actually felt good. Then again, this was his first time being rimmed in such a sensual way. The tongue was still brushing back and forth yet Rocket was still bracing himself for the sudden and rough push inside. But so far the soft licking continued.

While Rocket was still trying to piece things together, it was all still fresh and vivid in Braken's mind. The raccoon had offered himself in an attempt to save himself from a beating. Though guards were offered a prisoner, that was only one a day for them. For the rest of the day they were made to continue their work while hearing the sounds of sex coming from the throne room all day.

He had been extra pent up when coming across the furry creature. Seeing an opportunity, his hands were already pushing a soft mouth down on his cock. It felt so good and his shaft was taken rather well. Though they were admittedly rough with the smaller male, none of them sought to hurt Rocket, relying on the excess of pre they produced to make more than enough lube to make it easy for the offering bounty hunter.

There was suddenly an increase of pressure but even then the tongue hadn't jammed its way inside. Rocket couldn't help but groan when feeling his rim being slowly spread around the broad thing. The approach still had a sense of gentleness to it and he was able to feel the warm and wet thing sliding in. Striking his senses was a different kind of pleasure not felt before. Another groan came from him and he pushed his face into the pillow, feeling more than a little embarrassed from the noises slipping out so freely.

Braken hadn't noticed, being taken with the light flavor and the tightness that wrapped around his tongue. Even after taking the five of them twice, it was still so tight. Already feeling some squeezes made him want to push it in deeper, but the guard restrained himself and continued licking in a steady and sensual manner. If Rocket wanted more experience in having his hole filled, it was best to ease him into it.

Working his way there, Braken began easing the thickest part of his tongue inside. His efforts so far did well enough to loosen the rim even more. Shouldn't be much trouble going forward.

Rocket's eyes went wide and a hard shiver raced through him in response. "W-whoa..." he said, resting his head on the pillow rather than keeping his head buried into it. Those bursts of pleasure he felt were so much stronger now and the simple act of it sliding further inside was making his body tremble nonstop. He felt not just the persisting warmth but the texture provided by the taste buds, rubbing along inside of him.

"Fuck..." Rocket said aloud. Then the tongue suddenly pulled out.

"Something wrong?" Braken asked, a bit of concern in his voice. The raccoon couldn't help but feel himself blushing a bit, not only from the tone of voice but also the words he was about to speak.

"No. It was good. C-can you keep going? I think we're getting somewhere." Almost instantly, the tongue was pushed back in and resumed where it left off. It made Rocket jump but he quickly sighed deeply, tailing flicking and his cock getting hard underneath him. Usually he would become erect from his prostate being hit over and over again, but this was different. It was just starting to really enter him and yet it felt so good and his cock was twitching into further hardness.

"Damn..." he muttered to himself. The licking started up again, bringing out another sound from him. More of it slid inside, grinding against his walls while also just taking up space. He could feel its touch on all sides, getting its heat to radiate through the rest of his body.

The next act was something unexpected. Rocket actually moaned out, gripping the sheets from the tongue suddenly plunging into his hole. He had been the one to push his body back, getting most of the tongue inside of him all at once. Sure, there was a bit of pain but it only lasted a few seconds, being replaced by the heavy feeling of pure pleasure from under his tail. "...Fuck..."

Braken was caught completely off guard but didn't withdraw his tongue this time, figuring that Rocket was just eager. With most of his tongue already being inside, he proceeded and began to lap the tongue along the walls with full intent, shifting and twisting his fat tongue within the snug passage. Rocket reacted instantly, his voice coming out much longer and the pleasure being heard in his tone.

The raccoon had no idea that rimming had felt this good. No wonder so many of his partners were so crazy about it. It was so deep in him now, keeping his rim spread the entire time. Sweeping over the raccoon's prostate made his back arch, followed by an extra strong throb of his cock, now leaking onto the bed. Braken was giving steady and repeated rolls of his tongue, giving the twitching walls plenty of attention.

At this point, the raccoon was starting to pant, feeling the pleasure build. Braken just kept going, his tongue being both broad and thick. Every lick and twist could be felt all over, making him lose control of his voice for a bit. His untouched cock was throbbing harder as well, keeping time with his feelings from being rimmed so deeply.

Braken could recognize the signs; Rocket was getting close to his climax. Stronger clenches came down on his tongue from all sides. He continued licking through them, pushing in even deeper. Some focus was also put into aiming for and striking the prostate repeatedly, making the pleasure stronger on top of it all. At this point, the raccoon's hole was slathered in his saliva, being more than adequately stretched and lubed. The moans from the other male were getting louder in his ears and Rocket was squirming harder, his body suddenly stiffening.

Having the tongue far inside of him, licking every way it could, Rocket couldn't handle it anymore. His body tensed and a long moan came out through gritted fangs. From the thick tongue alone, he managed to reach a powerful climax that overwhelmed his senses. The cock being pressed against the bed, facing away from him, began to shoot strings of cum that painted Braken's neck and upper chest. The lizard flinched when feeling the sticky ropes striking his scales but continued slurping at the hole that put even more pressure on the twirling muscle.

"Oooohhh..." Rocket huffed, coming down from the intense feeling. He was still holding the sheets tightly, his body twitching here and there. Another moan came out from the tongue finally withdrawing, tugging out rather quickly.

"That should be enough," Braken commented.

"You think..?" Rocket asked, smirking a bit. "J-just give me a minute..."

"Very well," Braken said. He lifted himself up from the bed and found a towel to clean the seed from his body. Rocket remained on the bed, still riding out the lingering sensations of his climax. Sighing deeply, he rolled over and kept his eyes on the ceiling. He felt rather satisfied, all from having his tailhole tongued. The reptile had cleaned himself up and returned to the bed, a smile spreading when he saw the collared mammal lying back.

"Ready for more?" he asked, already getting back onto the bed.

"Might as well get it over with," the brown creature shrugged. With the bigger male looming over him, it was easy to see the large erection that slid out of the spread slit, twitching and dribbling onto the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle enough," Braken assured, easing himself closer.

"Oh don't hold back on my account," the raccoon replied. "I'm not some fragile stuffed toy either."

"Duly noted."

Getting himself into position, the guard's hands took hold of Rocket's legs, lifting them up and exposing the stretched and wet entrance. He grunted, feeling his cock pulse and fling another thick rope of clear sticky pre.

Still wondering how they were able to produce so much, the raccoon readied himself for what was to come, feeling the tip making contact with the hole itself, it spurt more pre directly onto Rocket's ass, and over the rim. Feeling it made the smaller male shiver, already feeling his cock getting hard all over again.

Braken readied himself and began to push his cock inside. Though he had just finished licking the hole thoroughly, the reptile was still thrown off by how easily his cock plunged inside. It was as if the mammal's hole was swallowing up his length. He wasn't the only one who noticed either. The pleasure struck Rocket immediately, a good portion of the scalie's length having slid right in.

"Ooh, o-okay... I think I'm getting the hang of this."

Braken had paused, thinking the mammal would need a moment to adjust but Rocket was already taking him well. The pressure on his cock was then noticed, that snug hold that came in from all sides. It was already milking ropes of precum from his tip, making it warmer and slicker inside. Rocket felt this but ended up moaning from the rest of the cock that was carefully pushed inside.

"You are rather talented," Braken complemented. "With a bit of preparation you could possibly handle the king himself."

"Well I...mmpf...g-go that far..."

"Just a passing thought," the guard chuckled, bringing his attention back to his hips, starting to move them.

Those passing by the leading guard's room would pause for a bit, hearing the noises that came from the other side. It was safe for them to assume that the large lizard was taking full advantage of the prisoner chosen by him.

"So tight..." Braken said quietly. Rocket fit around him like a toy, caressing his length with every stroke. And in return came firm squeezes that made him shudder and squirt more precum inside. Under him, Rocket was panting again. His legs were still being held up by the guard but his hands had taken hold of the bed again, being rocked back and forth. Even being gentle, the bigger male was strong enough to push and drag the raccoon along with him.

'Fuuuccckk... He makes it feel so good. Maybe I should do this more often..?' Rocket thought to himself. His cock was hard again, flopping back and forth with every smack that pushed in upwards a bit.

"Mmmph... Rrrrgh..." Braken was muttering and growling while rolling his hips. He also noted how good it felt to pound into the smaller male, it being even tighter when thrust in even further. He had been looking to mostly talk to the otherworldly creature but was now enamored with the pleasure, hearing the moans that joined his own.

"F-fast..." Rocket muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?" Braken asked curiously.

"Come on. Fuck me faster..." Rocket dared to say, his voice being just loud enough to be heard. He averted his gaze, feeling heat returning to his face.

Braken didn't press any further, instead acting upon the request given to him. Taking a deep breath he moved his lower half with more speed, letting out a hiss from the pleasure that instantly intensified around his cock. It was now plunging in as deeply as it could, popping back out before doing all again. Both the bed and Rocket's body were being jerked back and forth with more intensity.

Aside from the moaning, the sloppy sounds of the cock pistoning within the sopping hole, followed by the repeated smacks of the bulky scale covered hips. They came to push firmly into his Rocket's furry rump, feeling the stronger clenches from the raccoon's own building pleasure. He was moaning louder, struggling to form words. What he felt from the tongue was twofold now, making it hard for him to keep control of himself.

The touching of his prostate and other spots, the raccoon arched his back and felt his shaft throbbing hard just like before. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and he couldn't hold his body still. Again, without being touched the procyonid's cock was twitching hard and leaking a lot as well. He was soon back to bracing himself, but for something else this time.

"Grraaahh!!" Braken bellowed, having reached his limits first. Still humping, he was snorting and shuddering while his internal balls pumped seed through his shaft and into Rocket's tailhole, quickly flooding the freshly used passage. The both of them basked in the rush of cum that splattered deeply inside of the smaller male, already pooling out onto the sheets that were made to withstand the plentiful and messy loads made by their kind. The additional thrusts given while shooting the rest of his load where what Rocket needed; snarling and trembling from the second climax that overtook him.

"Damn..." Rocket moaned, sitting back while Braken pulled out, more of the cum came spilling out of him.

"That about does it," Braken sighed as well, taking a look at the time. "And with some time to spare as well. Anything else you had in mind?"

"Ugh, how about a shower..?"