Work Text:
I'd been busy late in the evening, working on some accounting files for the Guardians. The small apartment on Knowhere, where they'd been operating out of for a few years now, was quiet and cozy.
Quiet, that is, until I heard a soft pattering of paw-steps behind me.
``Hm?'' I hummed, turning in my chair and peering back towards the open door to my little `office'. Really it was a small dining space, but I had a little portable console in there to do whatever work was needed that didn't involve actually going out and about.
I smiled, letting out a light chuckle.
Standing in the doorway was Rocket Raccoon, renowned galactic hero and a co-founder of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Of course, he didn't LOOK very heroic at that exact moment, his grey and brown fur mussy from sleep, vaguely backlit red eyes peering up at me with an almost cublike innocence and embarrassment. He didn't have on one of his usual jumpsuits or uniforms, but a green infantile onesie, one of the ones with no legs that buttoned down around the rump. Specifically, it was a shade of green that I'd recognized from one of his earlier `looks', the ends of the sleeves even having a lighter yellow-green material like his old gloves had been. Clasped in the diminutive adult raccoon's arms was a big, plush otter toy, its beady eyes glinting in the artificial light. His legs spread a bit, the shape of a thick diaper visible beneath the onesie, and a bright red pacifier sat in his muzzle, lips clasped around it as he gazed up at me from the doorway.
``Hehe, hi Rocky,'' I greeted, smiling back at him. Until I noticed his oddly... bashful stance, tail between his legs and ears low as he half-hunched just in view. ``Hm? Something wrong, buddy?''
Rocket averted his gaze, giving a shamed whine and hugging his stuffed otter tighter.
I gave him another smile, turning in my chair so I was facing him and leaning down a bit, holding my hands out. ``Aw, c'mere, Rocky,'' I beckoned lightly, putting on my best `comforting daddy' voice. It seemed to work; his little ears perked, and he looked back at me, still visibly warm-cheeked under his fur but looking up at me warmly.
Almost waddling from his diaper, he shuffled into the room and towards me. Gently, I slipped my hands under his arms, sure not to disturb his stuffed toy, and lifted him up off the floor, watching him tuck his legs up a bit. He even gave a giggle, the adult hero tittering childishly as he was picked up; ordinarily, he'd curse at anyone who did that, but then, he wasn't exactly out where anyone could see.
I settled his diapered rump on my lap, and immediately felt what was wrong. I couldn't feel any wetness or warmth, but the telltale squish as his bottom settled atop me told me all I needed to know.
But, he was a good boy. I offered him a smile and gave him a pat on the head, watching the little raccoon superhero lean up into my palm with his eyes closed. Then, still in that soft, paternal tone, I asked him lightly, ``Now, what's the matter, sweetie? Its past your bed time, so you should be sleeping.''
His ears tilted down again, but he didn't pull away from my hand on his head, squirming a little. Rocket squeezed the stuffed otter again, averting his gaze in embarrassment.
``... Did Rocky have a little accident in bed?'' I inquired, nodding down at his pampered groin.
Another squeeze. This time, still not looking me in the face, Rocket nodded, giving another soft, embarrassed whine.
Still, I smiled again, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. ``Its okay, sweetie,'' I told him lightly, rubbing his arm. ``Accidents happen, right? And you've been SO good for a little while, you were probably due for one, hehe,'' I added teasingly, reaching forward and poking his tummy.
That got a giggle from the diapered adult raccoon, squirming in my lap again as if trying to get away without actually getting away. I gave him another quick kiss, then slipped my hands around him, one cupping his diapered bottom, the other curling around his back. The small male slotted easily against my chest as I held him close and stood up from my chair, giving him a light bounce once I was standing.
``Why don't we go get you changed so you can get back to sleep? Sound good?'' I asked him warmly, already heading out of the little `office' and towards the bedroom he and I shared.
The cubby raccoon nodded, smiling around his pacifier at me.
Past the kitchen and living room, and down a short hall, I carried the small male. He continued to stare up at me from where I held him, arms still entwined around his otter toy as I entered the bedroom, sparing the hand from his back to turn on the light.
It was a pretty normal bedroom, all things considered. A closet, a dresser, a book shelf, a bed, a night stand... a brightly colored plastic toy chest, a foam play mat, a play pen, and a smaller shelf laden with packs of diapers, pacifiers, bottles... I always kinda thought there'd be more room for that stuff out in the living room area, but outside of his little cub headspace, Rocket seemed pretty against having all of it out where guests might see. I mean, it wasn't exactly like I could argue we were trying for cubs, so I kinda got it.
I went for the bed, which was high enough up that the mattress came up to my waist. I grabbed and threw down a plush quilt, before setting the diapered raccoon down, where he sat on his rump, legs almost criss-cross as he gazed up at me warmly.
``Alright, buddy,'' I said with a smile, ``Lay back and we'll get you out of that wet diaper, okay?''
Rocket gave a nod, almost TOO enthusiastically. I was pretty sure the changes were one of his favorite parts, heh.
Obediently, the little raccoon laid back, setting his legs apart reflexively with the thickness of the diaper. He shifted his grip on the stuffed otter, laying it so that it propped up against one side of his slender chest, the head resting against his neck and jaw. His now-free paw lay out to one side, fist clasping lightly in anticipation as he gazed up at me, pacifier shifted over to one side and held between parted lips.
``R- Ready...'' he mumbled around it.
``Good boy!'' I cheered him, watching his ringed tail waggle a little at the praise. Goodness, he loved praise. I reached down and unbuttoned the onesie, laying the front flap up against his belly. Sure enough, the big white diaper he wore, decorated with some Earth cartoon of a blue smiling anthropomorphic dog, was slightly tinged yellow.
Instead of getting right to it, I reached a hand down and full-palmed his diapered crotch, pressing lightly. He shivered and blushed, bucking his hips up against my hand, a soft whine leaving him as his eyes pinned shut, lips parting in a warm gasp.
I smirked; I could just feel him underneath the diaper, in particular something firm between his legs. Especially as he gave another little hump upwards, whining softly as he bucked up against my hand into the warm, filled diaper. But, all too soon for the little guy, I removed my hand, moving to undo the tapes at his waist. He sagged at that, another tremble running through him and making his fluffy tail twitch.
``I know, buddy,'' I said warmly, smiling at the infantile adult. He looked up at me with needy eyes, almost tearing up as I removed one tape, and then the other.
I unfolded the thick diaper, and revealed the source of his neediness. Plump, furry balls, of course, the fur of his pubic mound matted and messy with urine. And clasping over his sheathe, hiding any sign of his dick, was a smooth plastic chastity cage, shiny in the light and hooked tightly around his sack's base, holding him firmly. A slight bit of pink could be seen at the slit in the cage's tip, but no more of his shaft could slip free of the oddly toy-like chastity cage.
He shuddered, bare legs trembling on either side of me. As I watched, his cage bounced, straining against his attempted erection but failing to do more then making a little bead of wetness trickle down one side of the smooth cage.
``Aw, little guy,'' I cooed lightly, teasingly, as I reached down and stroked his thigh, up as close to his groin as I could get. I didn't mind a little raccoon pee, really, especially if it meant teasing Rocket.
Mission successful, as he tilted his head back and whined again, hips bucking ineffectually.
I chuckled, patting his legs warmly and saying, ``You know, you HAVE been really good lately...''
His eyes widened at that, staring up at me almost pleadingly, disbelieving.
Giving a nod, I laughed a bit and said, ``I think you're due for a little reward, don't you? Such a good little raccoon; and you came right to me when you had your accident, too!''
Rocket smiled around his pacifier, and nodded enthusiastically, giving a nonverbal whine of pleasure as his little legs shivered with excitement. Once again I chuckled; gosh he was so cute when he was diapered. I stepped away a second, still with his happy eyes on me as I went to the night stand, pulled it open, and extracted his SECOND favorite toy in the house.
``Ready for a nice buzzing?'' I teasingly asked the raccoon `cub', stepping back to him and smiling as I held up the sleek vibrator wand. The white rubber tip of it gave a sharp buzz as I nudged up the switch.
Eyes alight, Rocket smiled around his pacifier even broader, nodding even quicker. He tucked his plush otter up onto his chest, holding it with both paws as he spread his legs further apart, toes curling against the plush quilt he lay on for his changing. I reached down and grasped one of his ankles, lifting it up and holding his leg out to one side as I poised myself at the edge of the bed, vibrator wand in hand.
With his position, legs spread and bottomless, tail swaying happily, I had a pretty plain view of his puffy, well-used asshole. His taint fur also glistened with urine, trailing down to the pink pucker.
I brought the wand down to his caged dick, watching Rocket's breath hitch, chest rising and falling shakily. He was so excited he was already dribbling, pre streaming moistly down the side of the plastic cage; I touched it down to his crotch, nestled against the precum-slimy side of the chastity cage, and flicked the switch up a level or two with my thumb.
`Bzzzzzz!'
The toy began to rumble sharply, and Rocket threw his head back, toes splaying as I held his leg with one hand. He whined, jaw trembling as he bit down on the pacifier in his maw.
``Hehe, good boy...'' I praised warmly, watching his little furry body trembling with pleasure. His big, furry balls vibrated from the force of the wand, especially as I used its thick rubber tip to smear pre against his cage, and then down on his sack, a yip leaving him as I massaged the plump raccoon testes.
``Hnmmm!'' he groaned, head still tilted all the way back, lips trembling around the pacifier's nipple. His fingers pressed into the soft otter toy in his arms.
Unsurprisingly, but a bit sadly, it didn't take long to push him over the edge. I massage-wanded over his balls, focusing on one nut and then the other, taking a few moments in between each to vibrate right at the tip of his cage. He whined loudest at that, lips parting in a sharp gasp as I `stroked' from the base of his sheathe up to the dribbling tip, almost dropping the pacifier but clamping back down on it a second later.
He was salivating as I worked him over, drool moistening his furry muzzle. I gave one side of his cage a stead, rolling wanding, and then the other side. At last, I pressed the rumbling rubber bulb to his pubic mound, right above the cage, and-
``Hmff!'' Rocket grunted, head tilting down sharply, claws pressing into the otter in his paws. His legs tensed, and the toes on the leg I had extended in my hand curled sharply.
Sure enough, thick and creamy raccoon jizz began spilling up from the cage's tip. No strong, surging shots of ropey seed for him; just a gooey gush pouring out of his tensed balls, held tight by the cage's plastic base ring, as he nutted all over himself.
I kept the vibrator wand pressed right at his groin, massaging up and down lightly in little near-circles, milking him through his pelvis as more and more pearly cum soaked his crotch. Once again, thanks to the angle, I had a perfect view of his tailhole, puffy and pink and glistening with sweat, clenching and clenching rhythmically. It was nearly winking, clasping on nothing as his fat raccoon nuts pumped out a long-held load.
``Ooh, good job, buddy!'' I cheered for him, smiling at the raccoon. He shivered all over, shakily prying open one eye to gaze up at me, tears in his eyes from the intense orgasm. Rocket was still going, over course, seminal fluids pouring out of his body in a steady flow that paused briefly before pumping again. ``Oof, so much... You needed that, huh, Rocky?''
He whined, toes splaying sharply as Rocket arched his back, balls tensing and a strong gush of semen spilling out of his caged dick. Then, he sagged, whining and panting around his pacifier.
It slowed, and slowed, until it had nearly stopped. He was SOAKED in his own cum as I removed the vibrator wand from his groin, switching it off and setting it aside on the bed. Panting heavily, Rocket trembled, opening his teary eyes and gazing up at me, before giving a soft whine, lips quivering around his pacifier nipple.
I chuckled, stroking his furry leg as I released the other, setting it back in place. ``Aw, that must have felt GOOD,'' I told him, smiling. He gave a little nod, tired. ``Well, lets get you cleaned up... unless little Rocky wants to go to bed in his own mess?''
Rocket hummed, and actually brought a dull-clawed finger to his chin, looking away from me in thought. I bit back a laugh, biting my lower lip as I watched the cubified raccoon seriously contemplate the teasing offer of taping him back up in his dirty, cum and piss filled diaper to stew in his own juices overnight.
But, after a moment, he gave a soft grunt and shook his head. Adorably, I might add.
``Hehe, alright,'' I agreed, nodding back at him.
The rest was routine. I removed the pee-stained diaper from under Rocket's rump, lifting his bottom by the ankles. I used some wet wipes to clean his chastity cage and fur, of both urine AND cum, going through a few to get his matted fur at least mostly cleaned out. If you'd asked me a few years ago how good you thought I could get at working globs of semen out of raccoon fur, I'd have thought you were a freak; but there I was, scrubbing lightly at little clumps of fur to work the mess out.
Once that was done, I gave the surrounding area a quick wipe-down; his upper thighs, his lower tummy, even his furry taint, dipping my hand between his plump cheeks to wipe at the pink pucker under his tail. He gave an embarrassed whine at that.
But, soon, I gave him a light powdering and slipped the new diaper under his bottom, watching him squirm excitedly despite his plain tiredness, eyes half-lidded and tail moving lethargically. Setting his bottom back down, he held his legs apart diligently, staring up at me in between gazing down past his stuffed otter at his own soon-to-be-pampered middle. Practiced, I closed the diaper up over his chastity caged sheathe, securing the tapes snuggly, and then buttoned his onesie closed.
``There we go!'' I chimed, leaning back and exaggeratingly wiping my forehead of sweat. Rocket gave a giggle at that, waggling his whole body tiredly as he cuddled his otter plush. ``Mm, and I think someone's ready for bed, huh? C'mere, Rocky.''
I leaned down and slipped my hands down under him, one under his upper back and the other under his rump. Standing, I tucked him up against my chest again, giving his furry head a nuzzle and kiss before stepping up towards the head of the bed, where the covers were still shoved down from when he'd obviously gotten up after his accident.
I set him back down, laying his furry head on the pillow and tilting him onto his side, watching his little legs tuck up to his tummy, arms curled around the big otter plush and bright, sleepy eyes gazing up at me warmly, a smile on his lips around the pacifier. Most of the drool from his mid-orgasm wanding had dried, but I rubbed my thumb against his chin a little to clear off what hadn't, hearing him tiredly titter in amusement as he tilted his snout away from me playfully.
``Alright, buddy,'' I told him, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek while tugging the blankets up over his small figure, tucking him in. ``I'm just gonna be a few minutes, and then I'll be coming back to bed too, okay? Get some rest, Rocky.''
Rocket yawned again, barely keeping his pacifier in his maw. He gave a nod, and lay his head against the pillow, eyes drifting shut. By the time I stood up, smiling down at him, he'd fallen asleep, the little raccoon softly snoring in an instant. Funny; when I'd first met him, he'd often complained of struggling to sleep, but as long as he'd been sleeping in diapers and a onesie, I'd never seen him take longer than 30 seconds to drift off.
I gave him one last quick kiss on the forehead, before moving to the door, turning the lights back down. The sleeping raccoon visibly shifted under the covers, tucking his muzzle against the back of his otter's head comfortably.
With a sigh, I stepped out and closed the door, leaving it ajar a bit. I was almost envious, but I'd get my work done enough for the night and join my little raccoon in bed.