Rocket Raccoon looked at the sparking wreckage of his spaceship. There were rough landings and then there were rough landings. He supposed he was lucky to not have exploded in the atmosphere. Still, the wreck of his ship wasn't gonna get him off-planet any time soon. At least he'd landed somewhere with air. And ruins a bit more advanced than bricks and iron. Probably would've been a better idea to crash-land here _before_ their total industrial collapse. Rocket hammered out some panels, just to do something, and then headed out to scavenge for supplies. What he wouldn't give for a working power linkage decoupler, right now. He could see the pits of bubbling tar. He definitely made sure to keep a wide berth around them. What he wasn't expecting was for the tar to come to him. One pit bubbled up, and at first Rocket took it for just another eruption, except then the fountain of tar curved in midair, squirming like a snake, and made a line straight for him. It hit him in the chest, immersing him in a wash of heat, and Rocket let out a strangled cry and reached up to try to rip it off. The tar was viscous and ropy, but he couldn't get a grip on it at all. The tar flowed between his fingers, smearing across his fur as it dove down the neck of his jumpsuit, and Rocket made a face, hopping and squirming as the mass of ooze spilled down his stomach, moving around like a bug stuck in his clothes. The heat flowed across his hips, concentrating across his sheath, and-- "Eep!" Rocket yelped, voice shrill, as the ooze shoved up _inside_ his sheath. What was this, some kind of heat-seaking slime? He was gonna have to, he didn't know. Try to fix the medtube first, while some alien _thing_ infested his dick?! The ooze squirmed up his sheath, meeting his soft dick, and Rocket's expression got more pinched as it shoved its way up his cock, spilling backwards along his inner passages until it hit his prostate, settling down into a hot, burning weight deep inside him. Rocket hissed, grimacing as he experimentally moved, preparing for the slime to do -- who knew what else. _Oh ho_, a voice said, deep and amused. _There's a lot more room in here than I was expecting._ "What?!" Rocket said, looking across the blasted wasteland, but it was only a second before things clicked. "You're the fucking slime! Get the fuck out of my dick!" _Why would I do that? It's a roomy new home._ The thing's voice dripped smugness. "Look, you overgrown lump of snot, either you get out there or I reach in there and yank you out myself! Don't think I won't." It was a bit of a hollow threat at the moment, but 'stuck with a telepathic dick slime' meant fixing the medtube shot to the absolute top of Rocket's to-do list. _Hmmmm,_ the slime hummed. It rippled inside Rocket's prostate, a dull buzzing somewhere between ache and stimulation, and Rocket could feel his body respond, pre slowly oozing down into his stretched-out prostate and audibly gurgling. _Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot._ "You don't have feet," Rocket snapped. "Get out of my dick!" _Now, now,_ the slime said, and its vibration stepped up a notch, furiously buzzing inside him. Rocket let out a snarling groan, sheath surging in his jumpsuit, and he staggered back, leaning against a boulder. Sweat trickled down his spine. _I'm just a poor stranded traveller, just like you. Think of it as fate that we met._ Its heavy buzzing ebbed and flowed in time with its voice. It dug deeper, slime prodding up past Rocket's prostate, mingling with the heavy glands that were oozing thin pre, sending out long tendrils looping down towards his balls. _All I ask is to leave the planet when you do. I can even help out with the repairs._ Rocket's cocktip jabbed against the inner surface of his jumpsuit. That was the real emergency. Rocket shucked his jumpsuit, shrugging out of it as he unzipped it to his waist, and then there was a rolling thunderclap as he let his sheath jerk out into the open, surging up out of the hyperbolic space mesh that cradled his oversized junk. If he burnt _that_ out, there was no way he was getting anywhere, anchored in place by his giant dick. "Grrr--uh," he groaned, as the ooze's tendrils dug into the dense flesh of his prostate, gripping and squeezing internal glands and then hungrily feeding on the heavy gushes, drinking it all up to grow bigger and denser. Rocket groaned, legs splayed, sheath bobbing in the air before him. A thin smear of oily black pre burble out of his cocktip, before a tendril shot its way up his shaft and licked across his cockhead, catching it all up in a slimy bubble that it oozed back up Rocket's shaft, plucking down his cocktube the whole while. _So you agree, hmmm?_ the ooze said, bubbling up inside him, grip growing firmer the more it fed off Rocket's pre. It bore down, forming heavy nubs that scraped along the folds of Rocket's prostate, tugging and twisting his internal flesh. Rocket yelped, hips jerking up as his cock throbbed, another foot of length gurgling out of his sheath, and the ooze tried and failed to catch the next spray of pre: blowing itself up like a balloon inside him, writhing against the force of the spurt, but still Rocket managed to spray out a glossy eruption of black-tinged pre, splattering in a messy line across the burnt dust before him. He collapsed back against the boulder, staring up at the red sky, chest heaving. "You got me-- rrgh-- where you want me, huh?" Rocket groaned as the ooze twisted the tendrils curling down to his balls: forming heavy helixes lined with spines inside his passages. Each movement was a yank, sensation somewhere between nauseating and the best thing Rocket had ever felt. It was like getting kicked in the balls, but pleasant. "I guess-- nngh-- I have no choice." He was going to fucking _end_ that slime. His balls sagged lower, scuffing the ground, as the slime oozed through the heavy folds of cords inside his sac. Then it hit his balls. They were already giant, heavy and lopsided, and Rocket got a new awareness of just how huge they were, as the slime spilled across their dense internal structure, flowing into their thin, compressed passages and bloating them out into heavy swells. His balls churned, flesh visibly warping as it slammed its branching pseudopods into his flesh, tugging and twisting, stimulating them to produce more cum, faster, and drinking down the excess to thicken itself further. The slime poured like molasses into Rocket's balls, until they were stuffed to the brim: flesh bloated and aching, burning from the stretch. The swell in his prostate formed spikes and started rotating, dragging them in rubbery jolts all across his inner walls. Rocket writhed, yelling, limbs thrashing as his cock fully unsheathed with a gurgle, cloudy black pre steadily drizzling from his gaping cocktip. Th slime was playing him like an instrument: pressure here, twisting there, spines dragging backwards up his shaft. Rocket yapped at the sky, eyes clenched tight, as the entire enormous bulk of his cock jerked up, shaft flexing. He came with a howl, throat burning, as his glands clenched tight around the slime's bulk, squirting black tendrils out his dick, before the force of his spray hit him hard, erupting a fountain of grey ooze out a good ten feet, nearly blasting the thing out of his dick entirely. It squirmed inside him, tendrils latching on tight against each forceful squirt, trying to catch the spray as it blasted through his inner passages. The slime gulped and gulped, sending huge bubbles of cum squirming backwards down his dick, backwards to his balls, before they were incorporated into its growing mass, even as Rocket sprayed gallons of cum out across the blasted landscape. _Ahhh,_ the slime groaned. _It's been far too long since I had a proper meal._ Black webs spilled from his still-drooling cocktip and wrapped around his cock, smearing up along his sheath to fully coat his junk in a layer of something that looked almost like black spandex. _You know, I think this is the start of a long and fruitful partnership._ Rocket was going to fucking _kill_ the thing. Maybe after making it get him off like that a few more times, though. _You do know I can read your thoughts, right?_ _Fuck,_ Rocket thought.