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"Just stick to the plan," Rocket hissed before the guards came down to select prisoners to take back up. The raccoon had done some talking to the other locked up males. It turned out that the prisoners were not opposed to having fun with the guards. But many lamented not having the choice of their partner and being made to specifically be on the bottom everytime. Having heard that, Rocket managed to arrange something last minute. It would be a final rallying event before they finally got their collective revenge on Drallus.

Just as told, the selected prisoners acted as usual while being leashed and led back into the throne room. Being left out, Rocket was looking for something to bide his time. He had gotten used to sleeping on the hard floor but having snuck around with so many guards made him antsy. At this point, sneaking away with the guards was his main source of fun. Not in the mood to take a nap, the raccoon was instantly seeking out the stationed guard in hopes of fooling around a bit.

To his luck there was another guard he hadn't met before; a large and silver scaled lizard man. Their eyes met by the same stern expression remained on the bigger male's face. But Rocket wasn't swayed by this, having met plenty of lizards that weren't so easy to crack right away. He was certain that a bit of vocal prodding would get him to fold as well.

"Hey. You've probably heard of me at this point. The name's Rocket," he introduced.

"I'm aware," the standing guard said, his low and gruff voice making the mammal's ears twitch.

"Well. You got a name?" Rocket asked, not being dissuaded.

"...Dirrik."

"Nice name... Alright, let's just cut to the chase! I know you've heard about the plan by now. And you've also heard about what I can do. The more the merrier, so how about the two of us find a private place to talk about it?"

"Not interested," Dirrik said curtly.

"Huh?" the smaller male responded, not being prepared for that answer.

"This plan of yours. The others might be convinced but I'm not..." Dirrik explained. "I don't plan on telling the king but I will be there to watch this plan fall apart."

"Suit yourself then..." Rocket shrugged. He should have figured that not everyone would be on board. With the many guards and prisoners already on board, the raccoon found no point in getting bent out of shape from the one guard that wouldn't take up the cause with them.

With only one guard being assigned to the dungeon until the next rotation, Rocket sighed to himself and began to look for something that would distract him at least until the prisoners would be returned to the underground. He figured another nap would do the trick but having expected to be pounded by another large lizard, the raccoon was not only feeling restless but also horny, having his erection clear enough to see from his lack of clothing.

Knowing that the eyes of Dirrik were still on him, Rocket got himself as comfortable as he could while lying down on the hard stone dungeon floor. Once in position, the mammal casually reached a hand down and began to tease his cock. He actually flinched from the touch, having just realized how long it had been since his last jerk off. Having felt nothing but rough and scaly hands on him since landing on this planet, Rocket had gotten rather used to the handling. Now being more or less alone, it was almost like being reintroduced to his own warm and furry hand.

For now, the brown creature was starting out slow and light, keeping his fingers wrapped around the base, giving it a few squeezes to get himself going. Grunting from this, he continued from there. Sliding those fingers up there with some light pressure, he felt them reaching upwards towards his tip. When reaching that tip, another small squeeze was given, something that got his tip to produce a bead of precum.

A small sound of delight came from him, already getting into the sensations that his hand could bring him. He had come to accept his enjoyment in being pounded by the guards. Though those past bad experiences hadn't left his mind, the raccoon was now willing to be someone who could both give and take cock.

Of course using just his hand was much different to having his tailhole filled from days on end. But the simple feeling it brought was a bit exciting in itself. He continued to tease his cocktip, moving his fingers in a certain way that was coaxing out more of his precum. Groaning out again, the raccoon's other hand was collecting the fluids that oozed out of him.

After a bit of this, he began to move his hand back down, having a loose grip on his shaft. The other hand continued caressing his tip, rubbing the palm along it with small circular motions. Starting to slowly jerk himself off, Rocket finally let himself just feel the pleasure. Closing his eyes and just enjoying it all, his dominant hand continued stroking along his inches, the motions becoming smoother as it began to slide up and down from tip to base continually.

Dirrik was indeed watching the otherworldly creature pleasure himself. He tried not to make it obvious, his eyes darting back and forth. Just like most of the guards, he wasn't one of the higher ranked ones who were allowed to sate themselves with the prisoners. To add salt to the wound, the silver scaled lizard had been promised for a long time now that he would be promoted to a high ranking guard. He had been waiting for this day with bated breath but the day had still yet to come. Dirrik didn't want to believe that the kingdom had forgotten about him...

The kingdom wasn't always like this; the previous king was the one meant to promote him. But Drallus took over and made many changes in such a small amount of time. At first Dirrik could understand on some level why the new ruler was doing all of this; having his rich family's pride finally about to come to an end. In fact, the previous king was prepared for the peaceful absolvement of royalty...

Really thinking about it, Dirrik was starting to see that Drallus, though a king and son of the previous good one, wasn't the ruler he had been expecting. All the same, he wasn't prepared to just throw all caution to the wind and overthrow him. The king's species were the ones ruling for a reason; they had a tremendous amount of power and usually weiled that for the benefit of the weaker species of lizardmen. He began to ponder further, getting himself lost in thought to ignore the raging erection that was lifting his loincloth.

While the reptile attempted to distract himself, Rocket had been getting himself prepared, being ready to take his self indulgence to the next level. At this point, the light stroking up and down had milked even more precum out of him, enough to wet his hand completely. Being both slick and warm, he was finally removing his palm from the tip. Making sure his fingers were coated in the substance, Rocket then made contact with his tailhole, having it already being a bit stretched from how often he was pounded.

Using that to his own advantage, the raccoon eagerly pushed his fingers inside, making an even more pronounced moan of pleasure. They were able to slide in easily and from there a bit of twisting and grinding smeared the fluid all over inside of him. He paused the stroking of his cock, just taking the time to feel his ass being teased. Working his other hand, the fingers pumped back and forth. Two of them were already bringing him pleasure but he had been hoping to replicate the satisfying fullness that came from a bigger male penetrating him. The addition of a third was the closest thing and he shuddered heavily from the feeling, wasting no time in fingering himself deeply before stroking his dick with his other hand again, basking in the complete pleasure that came from two sources.

"Fuck yeah..." Rocket moaned aloud, seeing no reason to hold himself back.

Dirrik was still trying to ignore the other male having his solo fun. But of course it was much harder in practice than in theory. Ever since Drallus came to power, he had to make do with his own scaly hand and that had gotten rather old in a short amount of time. He didn't want to openly admit how much he missed the sexual touch of his fellow lizard man. Just like him, the others had feared that word would spread and they would be punished. But it turned out that many of them were on the same page, just needing someone to turn what they all felt into action.

He tried to remain firm while seeing and listening to the foreign creature in his cell. But his cock was rock hard and it grazing against his loincloth was making him twitch and grunt quietly, making a small mess of the tapestry-printed loincloth.

At this point, Rocket could care less about what Dirrik was doing. He was having too much fun on his own, starting to realize just how long he had been missing out one some enhanced masturbation. Rocking multiple fingers in a way that kept a good pace going, the raccoon also had a firmer grip on his cock pumping up and down while the rest of his precum was leaking freely and oozing down the underside, being caught and smeared by the wrapped digits.

"Should have done this ages ago..." Rocket muttered to himself, the pre catching on his fingers and being rubbed over his cock to act as a makeshift lube. The wet sounds of both hands fingering and stroking himself could be heard within the entire dungeon. The other unselected prisoners remained quiet but were also emboldened by the raccoon. Being already locked up, there was nothing stopping them from jerking their own erect cocks. Even the thinner reptiles were already producing enough precum to make their cocks messy and all the easier to jerk.

Dirrik continued to stand in place while being practically surrounded by the sounds of masturbation and pleasure. This just riled him up even more, his cock straining against the loincloth. He was making a mess of it, leaking his own excess pre into the fabric. Now he wasn't trying to hide his observance of the much smaller male.

Rocket moved both hands even faster, moaning out from the intense feelings that were just short of being overwhelmed. He jerked his own cock and rubbed his fingers faster within his ass, moaning out loud in response to the rising pleasure, being close to his climax.

"Here it comes!" he announced, the words obviously being meant for Dirrik. Pushing his fingers in deep and giving some rapid jerks to his cock, the raccoon moaned aloud and began to shoot ropes of his cum onto the stone flooring. His body jerked and more strained grunts could be heard in the raccoon's cell. Dirrik dared to look inside and was just in time to see that Rocket was still shooting ropes of his climax onto the stone flooring, making a small mess between his spread legs. A small hump was given to his own hand, milking just a bit more from his throbbing shaft. When it all came to an end, the furry male sighed deeply, having finally taken care of the lust that made him so restless in the first place.

Though he was done, the other prisoners were still jerking themselves off, further tormenting Dirrik. The silver scaled guard held firm, not wanting to fold. It would not only be a blow to his ego but also a form of giving in and joining their ranks. For now he still wanted to weigh his options...

As for Rocket, he was finally able to relax, having become used to the hard surface. Already yawning, the mammal was able to close his eyes and soon drift off even with the layered moans of multiple males echoing throughout the dungeon...

***

It was a grueling wait but that night Braken had come to see him. He unlocked and opened the cage, being met with the messy furred creature that just grinned at him.

"Took you long enough," Rocket said, grinning as he stepped out.

"I still have many duties to attend to. And even more with the plan being this close to being put into action," the leading guard responded, chuckling knowingly. He had his own addtions to the overall plan, being aware of some things that Rocket wasn't. And his status certainly helped as well. Together, the two of them would make it happen when the time called for it. But for nowt there was another matter to attend to.

It took some time, but Braken had made certain that the king had retired to his bedroom to sleep. And being certain that the ruler was asleep, he began to release more of the prisoners. They were grateful and exicited. It wasn't as if they were being freed just yet. They would be placed back into their cells later on but for now there was something rather special waiting for them all.

Braken quietly lead them through the capitol building. The crowd of captives made sure to not let themselves or any other guard caught while stalking about in the dark. The place they were lead to was a large room on the other side of the building. This room was the guard's quarters, being the place that the guards were meant to gather for meetings and celebrations. It hadn't been used for its proper purpose for some time now. But for this night in particular, the place had been cleaned up and restored to its former glory. Even some drinks were brought from the storage for everyone to enjoy.

It was a night for those of the resistance to gather and rally themselves on the night before their uprising. The prisoners and guards were soon talking and mingling as equals. Rocket himself was glad to finally have a drink of alcohol but remembered to cut back on the usual amount. Tommorrow wouldn't be the kind of day to wake up with a hangover.

Between them all starting to properly getting to know each other and the sweet tasting beverages warming their bodies, it wasn't long before some pairs were starting to form. Rocket noticed that some prisoners did fancy being underneath a guard, being one of their choosing of course. More and more were getting in a lustful mood. He could see a prisoner getting behind a guard that was bent over the table, a deep moan sounding upon being penetrated by a smaller male.

All around him, the number of participants was steadily growing until everyone was matched up with someone else, getting busy and distracted with their partner. The only one left out was Rocket and just when he began to seek out someone, there were suddenly a pair of thick hands on his body. When hearing the deep chuckle the mammal instantly knew who it was.

"Braken..." Rocket teased. "You could have had any pick you want, you know that right?"

"And I want you," the large and green scaled lizard said, his tone being low and sensual.

"Works for me." He was lifted and placed on a table, this one being in the center of the room. While others were having their fun they could still see the raccoon up on the table, lying down on the flat surface while having the high ranked guard easing his body over him.

Having already pulled his loincloth off and gained a full dripping erection. After all he had been through, it wasn't so strange for Rocket to admit that he had been waiting for this all day. For one there wasn't much to do while sitting in the cell anyways. Braken was already upon him, planting his hands on the table while lining himself up.

When feeling the warm tip finally make contact with his hole, Rocket shuddered and gave the bigger male a firm nod. He was more than eager and knowing that the shaft was plenty wet already. Braken grunted when feeling the tip slide into the soft hole, his ample precum being more than enough to lube the way. Just as he experienced a snug hold around his cock, Rocket at the same time was given the satisfaction of having his ass stuffed yet again. It slid in deep and didn't pause before pulling back. The next thrust came with more power and the raccoon couldn't help but moan out. Joining the sex surrounding them, Braken and Rocket gave into their own desires, the smaller male holding firm while the reptile started to hump into him.

"Fuck!" he cried out, the pleasure of something big and warm repeatedly rubbing along his walls. It was making his own cock hard in an instant. There was nothing more for him to do than just ride it out, shuddering and panting as he felt it thrusting deeply inside of him.

"It hasn't been long, but I couldn't wait much longer for this," Braken admitted. He too couldn't help but moan out from what he felt, having the still tight tailhole wrapped around his ass. And from what he could tell, the raccoon had become very experienced in taking other males, at least when it came to their kind.

Acting out his own desires, the leading guard rocked his hips rather roughly. Low grunting noises came as he slammed his cock hard into the brown furred male, feeling it being squeezed from touching spots like the prostate. And hearing Rocket's continued moans kept the excitement strong within him. From his growing pleasure more spurts of precum were deposited into the soft ass, making it even warmer and wetter.

The next humps that came were joined with an extra sloppy smack, the excess push being pushed out and dripping from Rocket's tailhole. The both of them could feel it but just embraced the messiness that came from the lizardmen's excitement. If anything, that made it all the easier for the bulky scalie to thrust himself inside with more speed and power, the excess precum allowing the raccoon to take on more.

Rocket himself was moaning out even louder, his untouched cock throbbing hard and leaking onto his own pelt. His body was being rocked back and forth with more force, even more feeling being put into him from more pressure being put down on his prostate. Braken had pushed himself in fully and ground his cock inside while being caressed by the raccoon's depths. This motion also rubbed the hot and slick shaft over the tender spot, sending jolts through Rocket.

Tilting his head back, Rocket was able to see that there was someone watching them with more intensity than others. A pair of eyes that were trained on him and weren't wavering. It was Dirrik. He was leaning against the walls with his arms crossed, clearly trying to ignore the all the sex around him. The brown mammal gave him a smirk and wink before making a motion with his hand for the other bulky guard to come over and join in. The silver colored reptile tried to ignore these advances but it was hard to ignore his own body. Just like before, his cock was rock hard and leaking onto yet another loincloth, the first having to be discarded for the wash.

It had taken all of his willpower to ignore the masturbation being had by the prisoners. But this was on a whole other level. Everyone but him was paired up with a partner, some even being with two at once, and were all having their fun, making no attempts to hide their sex and letting their moans be heard within the old guard's quarters.

"Just get over here!" Rocket snapped, wearing a toothy grin as he beckoned the stubborn lizard man.

Dirrik just grunted but felt another hard pulse of his cock. His body trembled and it became apparent that he couldn't resist any longer. That near desperate need for someone else's touch couldn't be ignored anymore. Huffing, he finally stepped away from the wall and approached Rocket, hoping that all of this would be worth his time in the end.

"Get that thing off," Rocket chuckled, pointing at the other guard's loincloth. It was all but soaked and was kept lifted by the full erection, bouncing in time with the built male's heartbeat. Dirrik took hold of it and tossed it to the side, exposing a rather large and thick cock that could rival Braken's. "Now get over here...." his mouth was open and ready for the other larger male while his body was still being rocked by Braken's thrusts.

Dirrik took a deep breath and approached from the other side of the table, coming in close enough for his dripping tip to easily slide into the much smaller male's muzzle.

"Ohhhh...." Dirrik hissed softly, all but melting the moment his sensitive flesh made contact with a warm and soft tongue. The wet appendage was already swiping along his tip and shaft, and had taken much of it inside already.

From Rocket's perspective, he was able to focus just enough to take in and give attention to the lizard's dick, feeling the precum-slathered thing sliding easily into his throat. And hearing a relaxed moan from Dirrik already gave him a sense of satisfaction, having gotten the stubborn guard to finally cave and admit his needs just like the others.

Already putting their short past behind them, Rocket instead began to catch Dirrik up on all that he was missing. With all of it inside of his mouth and the abundance of precum, he had adjusted to the large thing in a surprisingly short time. It sat snug in his windpipe and was spurting thin ropes directly inside.

Another hard push from Braken moved Rocket's body forwards a bit, and that pushed Dirrik's cock even deeper down his windpipe. Groaning even louder, the silver scaled brute couldn't help but moan out, his deep voice joining Braken's and all the others. He couldn't help but pull his cock back and push it down as far as it could reach. Rocket felt it gliding out and back in again, the smooth and slippery flesh sliding around so easily. When being jammed back down, it was done with Dirrik's own strength, the tip and shaft being pushed down as far as it could be.

A gag came from the otherworldly creature but he quickly adjusted and let the two take almost all of the control. His body was moved back and forth along the table, one thrust from Braken being followed by another coming from Dirrik. The both of them had a tight passage wrapped around their cocks, more spurts of precum shooting from the tips as the pleasure rose for all of them.

Now having a third party, Braken had eased his thrusts. That gave more leeway and time for Dirrik to enjoy himself as well. The other big guard was steadily humping his cock into the Rocket's mouth moaning out from the pleasure he felt. He had been in more need for it than expected. In addition to the steady rocking of his hips, Rocket was still moving his tongue along the pulsing length. Thanks to Braken easing off, he put more focus and effort into his actions, keeping his tongue flicking and twirling along the surface, having his lips firmly pressed as well. He could feel more of the pre running hot down into his stomach, swallowing it in between keeping up his end of the mouth sex.

Though all of the lizard men produced a lot of it, Rocket did notice that Dirrik was producing much more than even Braken. It wasn't hard for him to figure that the gruff guard was more than a little pent up and was in a needy state. And it wasn't hard to also figure that he was enjoying himself a lot right now, finally having his needs taken care of by something that wasn't his own hand most likely.

While having it pump into the throat, Rocket did his best to also suck on the moving cock, getting the full taste of the precum on his tongue. His entire mouth was slathered at this point, being coated in a warm and viscous layer and having swallowed it all down continually left his esophagus even more so. The longer it went on, the easier it was for Rocket to handle the long and thick flesh plunging its way down so deep over and over again. Of course he also had Braken to take his mind off of things just as bit, his own cock getting Rocket's attention repeatedly from it plunging in deep or running right over his prostate.

The both of them started to hump into the racoon's orifices with more speed and might; Braken and Dirrik were both approaching their limits. While Braken's climax was approaching from how long he had been humping the mammal, Dirrik's approaching limit came purely from his lack of sexual touch. Having such a warm mouth wrapped around his cock and the warm tongue giving plently of attention as well; it was all too much for the silver lizard to withstand for much longer.

At about the same time, the two of them gave a final hump. While Braken thrust far into Rocket's spread tailhole, Dirrik chose to let his cocktip rub over the mammal's tongue, it being enough for the two of them to reach their own separate climaxes.

Dirrik was the first to groan out through clenched sharp teeth. His large chest was heaving as he came, unleashing waves of his stored seed into the maw still wrapped around his shaft. Rocket started to swallow down the hot rush of cum but there was so much of it already. Some small grinds of his hips milked even more out of Dirrik and he groaned aloud from another gush of cum that filled Rocket's mouth, some of it starting to leak out of the raccoon's overfilled mouth.

Just after, Braken began to cum as well. He snarled and humped a few more times just before fat ropes of his climax shot out from the tip, coating the soft walls in layers of his pearly ejaculate. He didn't have as much cum to give as Dirrik but what did come from him was a hearty load that pumped Rocket full of seed from the other end. A heavy sense of bliss and relief came over him, shooting his load in the furry creature's guts.

Both were more than a little satisfied, pulling out of the hole their cocks had been stuffed into. Rocket was finally able to let his voice be heard when Dirrik's still hard shaft slid past his lips.

"Fuck..." he huffed, his mouth feeling messy both inside and out from the sheer amount of cum that he been poured into his stomach. "Might have overdone that one..."

"You handled it better than I would have," Braken praised, giving a playful smack to the raccoon's also messy ass, seeing it leaking a bit of his cum.

Rocket grinned and started to ease up from the table, being ready to throw himself into the fray of lizardmen. The pairings had evolved into a full blown orgy, with anyone pairing whoever they could. Two, three, even four and more were all having sex with each other, all aiming to get out their sexual needs and frustrations

"What is the meaning of this?!" a boom voice bellowed. Even Braken took pause and looked towards its source.

The entire room was frozen for a bit, all eyes being on another large lizard man, being even bigger than Braken or Dirrik. He was another unique species, having deep orange scales with black stripes running along his back. Atop his head were two thick and blunted horns.

"Who's this?" Rocket dared to ask.

"General Hagan," the orange reptile answered with a low and stern voice. "First general to the king and that's exactly who I'm-"

One of the resistance members sprung into action. To the surprise of many, it was a prisoner. His thin body had lept up and clung hard to the general.

"What the- Unhand me!" Hagan snarled. More rushed in to join. Though his species was one of the strongest, just under the king himself, that wasn't doing much against the many other bodies that joined together to hold him down.

"Hold him down!"

"I got some rope!"

Rocket had watched as the others were all working together, not wanting to risk the king being alerted. From being in this room, to having the prisoners out of their cells, and now assaulting the general himself. While most were holding him down, a few managed to tie the general down, keeping him from going anywhere.

"What do we do with him?" Someone asked, their voice being full of panic. All of them seemed to be rather fearful of the general, even Braken.

"Let me at him," Rocket said. He had no idea why everyone else was so scared and he couldn't bring himself to care either.

"What are you going to do with me?" Hagan growled when the raccoon approached.

"That depends. We could always use more on the resistance. And I'm sure that there's something the king isn't offering you."

"Fools! Do you really think you can stand up to him?" Hagan growled.

"They all stood up to you," Rocket pointed out, smirking as he saw the huge reptileman gulp. "And if they did it once, they can do it again."