"Quill! I'm having second thoughts here!", Rocket half yelled, half whined as Groot sat his naked form on the altar. "With the prince dead, you're the only one small enough to fit on the altar!", Star-Lord yelled back, placing a small, blue, bird-like alien child on the altar next to him. "Flark me! She's still in diapers!", the alien raccoon said as the blue chick cooed happily, the cloth in question covering her groin as she sat there, oblivious to everything going on around her. "I am Groot?", Groot asked. "WHAT!? NOO!!! IT WOULD NOT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER IF I WAS WEARING A DIAPER, TOO!".						A laser blast flew over Rocket's head, blasting apart a statue of the girl's bird species and a more mammalian species raising hands in unity behind the altar. "We've got hostiles! Hurry Rocket, we'll cover you!", Gamora yelled as she charged at what appeared to be mercenaries of various species with her blades drawn. Drax gave Rocket his most supportive smile, "Don't worry, vermin, we all believe you can rape this child before you are horribly killed!". He then turned and lunged at the nearest enemy.						Rocket tentively reached a paw toward the alien child, cautiously placing a paw on her hip. This got her attention, as if she just now noticed him, "KITTY!!!". The raccoon repulsed at her shriek of pleasure, only for her to scramble over and awkwardly on top of him. "I-I, don't think I-", he began as the girl roughly pet him. Star-Lord, his visor on and laser blasting, didn't even turn around to reply, "If you don't, everyone in this sector will die!". The child based up and down on Rocket's knee, purring as she giggled, "I think I can live with that!".													"We won't have time to fight through these guys, get back to the ship, and leave the sector before the event horizon over takes us, Rocket! This is the only way, now!", Gamora said as she flipped over and decapitated a merc. Rocket just sat there, trying his hardest to think of a way out of this that didn't involve him raping an alien princess, as the girl in question yanked his tail. "I AM GROOT!", Groot cried in pain. Rocket turned to see a scorch mark in his best friend's side, the floral clossus having shielded him and the girl from the blast. Groot gave Rocket a pained smile as he continued standing there, blocking any incoming fire.												"Flarking magically restrained black holes!", Rocket said as he snapped into action, pulling off the girl's diaper in one swift motion, tossin it aside. "Kacoo!", the bird girl said as her cunny was exposed to the cool air, a not-unpleasant shiver traveling up her spine. "Yeah, yeah! But let's see if you still enjoy this when I start raping you...", Rocket mumbled, mostly to himself, as he sat her down. He glared down at his own groin, half proud, half annoyed that he was still soft despite his intentions.								With a quick glance to make sure his friends were distracted, the raccoon leaned down and began licking his own sheath, slowly enticing his long, narrow cock out of it's hiding place. "Little beast! You are supposed to be pleasuring the child, not yourself!", Drax yelled from across the room. Rocket froze and glanced back, noticing all fighting had paused and all eyes, even the mercs, were on him with his tongue mid-lick across his cock. "Dude!", Star-Lord exclaimed, "You gotta teach me how to do that!".							Rocket's cheeks burned white hot. None of them had ever seen him naked and aroused before. Well, at least not while sober. That he could remember. "Y-yeah well! It's not like I'm gonna be turned on by a child! A-and besides! I didn't bring any lube! Did you!?", Rocket yelled in his defense as the fighting resumed. "Of course not, I generate my own!", Drax replied, much to everyone's repulsion. Wanting to change the subject, Star-Lord spoke up, "I did, but I kinda accidently left it on the ship!".							"Well that doesn't help me now, does it!", Rocket yelled back as he returned to slobbering all over his own cock in front of all his friends who were fighting for their lives. He should be out there, fighting like a man! Not sitting on this damn altar, licking his balls like an animal! So distracted was the raccooon, that he didn't even notice the little bird girl until she had wrapped her lips around his tip.									A part of him was repulsed, another was enjoying the warmth and softness of her mouth, and a third was glad her species didn't have beaks! Uncomfortable with thease mixed feelings, he only let her continue for another minute or so. Finally confident he was hard and slick enough, Rocket laid the bird princess on her back and spread her legs. "Flark, this is gonna be a tight fit", he said to himself before turning to shout at Star-Lord, "Exactly how far do I have to go here, Quill?". Star-Lord ducked a laser blast, before suddenly rising and uppercutting another merc, "Full insemination, buddy! Sorry!".					"I am Groot?", Groot asked. "Er, no thanks, Groot! (But, uh, maybe later)", Rocket answered, making sure only Groot heard the last part. He didn't care how good it felt, he was NOT gonna let the others see Groot spank him. Instead, Rocket returned his focus to the child, crawling on top of her and resting the his tip against her lower lips. "Kitty!", she happily cheered, tugging on his whiskers. "Oh come on! Stop being so cute!".					"Hurry, Rocket! We only have seven minutes left!", Gamora yelled over the din of battle. "Ah, Flark! Sorry, kid!", Rocket said as he grabbed her hips, closed his eyes, and pushed into her. Expecting resistance, he almost fell over as he slid all the way in. "The flark!? I thought she was supposed to be a virgin!", Rocket said, confused by her lack of a hymen. "What!? Of course she is! The heck are you talking about!?", Star-Lord called back.		"She ain't got a hymen!", Rocket yelled as he got used to the child's tight confines. "Not all species do, Rocket!", Gamora interjected, "Mine doesn't!". "W-well... It's weird!", Rocket yelled as he began pulling back, "I mean, who knows how many virgunities I took over the years, then!". Star-Lord burst in, "Rocket! Stop stroking your ego, and focus on the job!".  "Yes, little beast, quickly rape the infant princess so that none of us dies!".				"I'm doing it, OKAY!", Rocket yelled as he slammed back into the girl's small form, "See!? She's even starting to cry! Ya happy!". The raccoon froze, realizing what he said was true. This was wrong. He was hurting this child. Even if she was destined to be raped on this altar, it was supposed to be by another child. They were supposed to figure out sex together, neither really forcing themselves on each other. How could he-					"Damn it, Rocket! We don't have time for moral dilemmas!", Star-Lord yelled, "Groot! Spank him now!". "WHAT!!!", Rocket screamed! They knew the whole time! "I AM GROOT!". WHAP! "Yeeoowwwooohh! Oh. Ohhhhhhh!", Rocket moaned as he finally let the lust take him. He layed himself over the girl, gently clamping his jaw on her neck instinctually. He would slam forward into her oh so tight confines, only to pull out and have his bare ass meet with one Groot's vines, which swatted him back in.							Slowly, as Rocket was too lost in lust to notice, the sounds of battle died down. The last merc fell to an incredible combined attack by Star-Lord, Gamora, and Darx, not even witnessed by Groot, who focused on spanking Raocket. The three heroes made their way over to the altar. Star-Lord half turned on, half repulsed nontheless had his visor start recording. Gamora just frowned, keeping track of the approaching deadline that would kill them all. Drax just smiled, having always enjoyed watching animals mating in  the spring back home. None wanting to distract the raccoon.								What Rocket did notice was the bird girl had stopped crying. In fact, she seemed to be moaning in rhythm with his thrusts. The chamber filled with the repeating sounds of moans from Rocket, a loud 'WHAP!', and then a moan from the little princess. In Rocket's lust addled mind it drowned out even his thoughts. He was so so into it, in fact, that when the glowing started, he was more focused on his impending orgasm.						The warm, pink light seemed to pour from their joined sexes, spreading to completely cover the two embraced lovers. "It's working!", Star-Lord whispered excitedly to Gamora. She glared at him, hoping to silence him, but a glance from Rocket told her he was now aware of them. Luckily he was too close to care now. Rocket slammed forward one last time, embedding himself in the girl, and pumping enough spunk into her to leave a small lump in her tummy.											For a split second, everyone froze. The only sound being Rocket and the child's ragged breaths. Then suddenly a beam of pink light shot up from the altar, firing off into space, and racing for the black hole threatening to kill everyone in the sector. Trillions of sentient lifeforms on nearby planets and ships cheered as the life preserving pink beam plunged deep into the black hole, plugging it good and tight for the next thousand or so years.													Back in the chamber, the light slowly faded. Rocket pulled out of the little alien bird princess, excess seed dripping from her tiny folds. "Wait... I thought she was supposed to have a light in her belly? That whole magic pregnancy... thing...", Rocket's words trailing off as his eyes joined all the others, looking at his own midsection, "Flark".
Days later, aboard the Milano, Rocket clambered as best he could onto one of the seats in the dining area, snarling at anyone who attempted to help him. He sat down with a huff, flinching slightly at the audible crinkle of his diaper. "They still giving you trouble?", Star-Lord asked, enjoying his cereal. "Yes, Quill! Just like yesterday and the day before, and the day before that!", Rocket snapped, tired of his dilemma always being the topic of conversation, "Having six kids in me constantly kicking my bladder from the inside STILL has me temporarily incontinent!". As if to drive the point home, the raccoon suddenly spasmed, the sound of a urine against diaper filling the silent ship.								Rocket eyed his teamates, each one trying to stifle a laugh, except Drax, who's laughter soon drowned out even the engines. For almost five minutes, Rocket just sat there and endured it, to embarassed to even eat. When finally Drax calmed down, the silence was deafening. Star-Lord, sighed, knowing his friend well enough to know how to help him restore his pride, "I can help y-". Rocket once again snapped, "I swear to gods, Quill! If you offer to change me one more time, I'm gonna shove an implosion device device so far up your ass they'll need astupid magic ritual to keep you from killing a whole sector!".			Star-Lord put up his hands in mock defense, knowing the anger made Rocket feel safe. He would rather see his friend ornery and yelling than depressed, anyday. Gamora, as if trying to change the subject, chimed in, "You know, the Chovians are gonna be surprised when we return with six newborns instead of the usual five the ritual produces". Rocket shot her a cocky glance, "Like hell they will! They're getting their five", he gently rubbed his swollen belly, "I'm keeping one!".