Hot Piece of Tail

Hi! Long time Literotica reader, first time publishing my own work. Came up with this idea based on the pre-match dialogue in Marvel Rivals and couldn't stop thinking about Squirrel Girl and Rocket Raccoon hooking up. Hope you enjoy!

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Rocket Raccoon checked the calibrations on his gun one last time as the voice counted down the timer. He was taking part in another exercise with the Rivals training program, and his team was fighting for control of Asgard.

"I feel like we have something in common," said a voice beside him.

Rocket looked up. It was Squirrel Girl, the spider-kid's pal from New York. She was an impressive specimen, even if she was disappointingly more human than squirrel, at least for his taste. But he admired the elegant simplicity of her ordinance, a slingshot with explosive acorns. Rocket thought that this might be what she meant by them having something in common.

"A love of things that explode?" he asked her.

Squirrel Girl giggled, smiling down at him. "I meant excellent bushy tails!" she said, reaching behind her to show him her tail.

Rocket's own tail puffed up at first. He thought she was mocking him. Then he saw her tail. It was all squirrel, and he liked what he saw.

"Yeah," he said a little sheepishly but much more wolfishly. "I guess that, too." The girl blushed at him hard just as the doors opened and the battle began.

...

Later, after their exercises, Rocket was relaxing with some fine Asgardian wine on board the Guardians' ship. Groot had gone to bed, and the rest of the Guardians were out with Thor. Rocket had hung back in the ship's hold to put his gear up on the workbench. He wanted to see if he could boost the power on his jet pack, but had given up and settled for simply drinking wine as he thought through the day's maneuvers.

His team had been mostly familiar faces, but also that Squirrel Girl. He was just beginning to indulge the idea of having some impure thoughts when he the ship's proximity sensor alerted him to a visitor. A camera feed popped up on the monitor. It was her.

"Hello?" she asked. "Mr. Raccoon? Are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Rocket said into the intercom mic on his console. "Come on in."

The back hatch lowered on the ship, and she walked up the ramp it formed. As she entered, Rocket found himself briefly entranced by her hips in those tight shorts. Rocket never failed to appreciate T&A, but he'd always had a thing for haunches. He shook himself out of it.

"What's up?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier," Squirrel Girl said. "For what I said about your tail, I mean. I was just being honest, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Oh, that," Rocket said, climbing up on to a nearby crate. "I barely even remembered that," he lied. "Totally forgiven."

"I just didn't want you to think I was mocking you!" she went on. Rocket noticed her cheeks were a little flushed. "I was just out with some of the other Guardians, and they said sometimes you get upset about how people treat you on account of being a raccoon. I just really understand what that's like, Mr. Raccoon, and when they said you were back at the ship, I thought I should just come and say I'm sorry face to face in case we're teamed up again in the future."

"Uh huh," Rocket said. The girl was babbling a bit. This must be Quill's idea of a joke, Rocket thought, sending some drunk girl back to the ship to gab at him when he'd said he'd wanted to be left alone. He remembered his wine. "How about a toast?" he asked. "To bygones being bygones?"

Squirrel Girl's cheeks seemed to get redder. "Really?" she asked. "If you say so!"

Rocket poured them each a glass. As he approached her with them, he got a good whiff of her for the first time. She smelled heavenly, like sweat and candy and a little bit of explosive residue. He felt a stirring in his loins. He'd first taken notice of her for her battlefield ordinance, but up close, it was even easier to take notice of her. She was an unbelievable combination of cute and sexy in a way Rocket hadn't noticed before. He usually liked femme fatale types, not girl next door types. But this Squirrel Girl was something else.

He tried to shake it off. He'd practically been gawking at her. And was he... was he drooling a little bit? Must be this Asgardian wine again. The way she smiled at him, he got embarrassed that she might be able to smell it on him.

"So," Squirrel Girl said. "Whatcha workin' on?"

"Oh, that?" Rocket replied. "I was just trying to see if I could get a little more oomph out of my jet pack."

Squirrel walked over to his work bench and leaned over to inspect his work. Rocket watched her walk across the room and sipped his wine, almost spitting out when she leaned over and he saw her ass in all its glory, practically bursting out of her fur-lined shorts. As he approached her from behind, from his view on the floor, he could start to see up her shirt a little, past her exposed midriff and up to the bottom of the bra holding up a great set of knockers.

Rocket checked himself. He was being a creep. He used another crate to climb up on to the work bench and stand beside her so he could try to stay eye-to-eye with her.

"Hmm," she said. "I don't know much about jet packs, I guess. I've taken some physics in college, but I guess I mostly still squirrels."

"Well, you clearly know a thing or two about propulsion physics based on how handy you are with that sling shot," Rocket said.

Squirrel Girl looked at him and smiled wryly. "Well," she said, "I guess you could say I know how to bust a nut." She seemed proud of her little joke.

Rocket's mouth was definitely watering now. He glanced down at her cleavage. Was she pushing her tits together? He looked back up at her face, and she was smiling even bigger.

"You know an interesting thing about squirrels, Mr. Raccoon?" she asked as she drifted over to stand right in front of him at the workbench. They were eye to eye and he could smell the wine on her breath. "We're really good at sniffing out nuts. Do you have one for me?"

Rocket's jaw dropped as Squirrel Girl batted her eyelashes. He didn't need any more convincing. Without another word, he started to undo his belt and she dropped to her knees in front of him on the floor. Normally retracted in his body, out popped his already engorged dick, almost six thick furry inches with a real bone inside. Not huge by universal standards, but more than enough for a creature of his size normally. And the bone meant it stayed hard, with a slight hook at one end to keep it inside. Built for siring a brood of young raccoons, but plenty serviceable for some debaucherous fun with a college girl, too.

Squirrel Girl looked happy to see it. She quickly started to kiss and nuzzle it all over. She flicked her tongue around the tip. She lifted it with her hand to gently suckle on his furry balls beneath it. Then, she looked up at him to make eye contact as she slowly took the whole thing in her mouth, bottoming out with her nose in the fur on his belly with just one little gag.

"Goddamn, baby girl," Rocket groaned. "Look at you go."

He could feel her smile around his cock as she blushed deep red and made a happy little moaning noise.

"You like that, huh?" he asked as he stroked her little squirrel ears. They were impossibly soft and warm, just like her mouth, just like all of her, Rocket thought. "You wanna be a good girl for me, baby?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Squirrel Girl moaned around his cock as she sucked it like a big furry milkshake straw, soaking it in her spit without breaking eye contact.

"Mmmmm," Rocket groaned, pushing her bangs back out of her face. "I need a good girl so bad, baby. But if you're good for me, I'll have plenty of nuts for you."

She made a giddy little squealing noise and started to pick up pace as she blew him. She slipped her jacket off her shoulders without missing a beat and Rocket reached down to squeeze her gorgeous tits. Most tits felt big in raccoon hands, but the firmness of hers, the give and the bounce, and the little nipple he could feel through her shirt -- it was glorious.

As her mouth worked his dick and her right hand cupped and gently massaged his balls, Squirrel Girl's left hand reached behind Rocket and began to stroke his tail. Damn, Rocket thought from amidst his cloud of lustful indulgence, she really is into tails. And he'd be damned if it didn't feel nice to have it stroked. She pulled his tail around and began to rub it on her face.

Rocket exulted under her deliberate ministrations. He could hear how sloppy the toppy he was getting was as she slurped on him, her gentle moaning giving her warm wet mouth a little bit of a buzz to it. He felt himself throbbing as she worked.

His hands found their ways back to her squirrel ears, and he gripped them more tightly. Giving her a chance to pull off first, she moaned, "Mmmmmhmmmm," up at him instead, and so he started face-fucking her with a grip on her ears.

He took it easy at first, wanting to test the waters before he got too excited. Squirrel Girl widened her knees on the floor and arched her back, looking up at him as if to say she was ready for more. With her new posture, he could see more of her ass and tail sticking out behind her, and that made him want to pound harder.

He quickly picked up the pace, gripping her velvety little ears tightly as he laid in her mouth and throat. He was pistoning in and out at full speed in no time, the sounds of her wet, slobbery mouth taking his dick filling the engineering bay. It was music to Rocket's ears. If he looked down, he could see where her drool was starting to puddle on the floor in front of her. And he noticed she'd pulled her tits out over the top of her shirt, so they were squeezed into her top's neck line. She was playing with them, massaging her drool all over them so they were shining with her spit. She tweaked her own glistening nipples, two perfectly round and brown little acorn tops.

Rocket couldn't take it anymore. "Get ready for your nut, baby girl," he said.

She moaned, "Mmmmhmm, mmmhmmm," over and over again as he doubled the intensity of his face-fucking. Drool was pouring and shooting out of her mouth as he pistoned in and out, his grip on her ears like an iron vice. Head back and eyes closed, Rocket realized this was the best blowjob he'd ever had.

Just then he felt something furry brush his face. He opened his eyes to see the tip of her tail waving in front of him trying to hold steady enough to stroke his snout. It got close enough that he bit down on it, gently but firmly, enough to taste her scene again -- sweat and candy and explosive residue.

As if he needed it, that was the moment his nut busted. As he groaned, releasing her tail from his mouth, his cum flooded her throat. She began to swallow rapidly, pulling his dick into her throat, the swallowing milking his dick. It was a valiant effort, but he was too turned on and pent up. With tears in her eyes from gagging, she coughed and sputtered, and his load spilled out on to her tits and the floor in front of her.

"Holy fuck," she hoarsely whispered. "That was so fucking hot."

Rocket stroked her face as he looked down at her. "You know," he said. "I have a bone in my dick that helps it stay hard."

Rocket had to laugh. Squirrel Girl's smile was practically maniacal. All the drool and cum dripping from her face and tits certainly didn't help.

...

Rocket checked his guns one last time as the countdown wound down. Another day in the Rivals training program.

"Hey!" said a familiar voice next to him. "Cool, uh... doodads and majiggies."

Rocket glanced up at Squirrel Girl knowingly. He could barely believe what had happened the night before, but she'd been right about one thing. The girl knew how to find a nut.

"Oh yeah," Rocket replied casually. "What's not to love?"

Squirrel Girl giggled at him and continued, "And big fan of your cute little bushy tail!"

Rocket blushed a little under his fur. "Don't make it weird," he said as the battle began.