Guarildians of the Zone: Mission to Varnax Issue 3: Attacked and Fucked

A shrill alarm shattered the ship's silence.

Red lights flickered across the Starlight Jackal's corridors as the proximity alert screamed to life. Panels blinked and sensors flared while the entire ship rumbled softly with tension. In the main bedroom, the warm quiet was instantly replaced with groggy confusion.

Rocket shot up from the bed, fur tousled and eyes bleary. "Whadda hell? Who's buzzin' us at dawn?"

Susan Storm, however, did not move. Wrapped in a blanket, tangled in Rocket's limbs, she let out a tired sigh. "Ignore it. Let the Botboy handle it."

Rocket blinked at her, amused. "Barbie, it's a Class 2 alarm. Yolo don’t trigger those unless it’s real."

Susan pulled the blanket tighter, and straddled her furry lover. She sat down on his hard morning wood. "Then he can wait ten more minutes. I’m not leaving this bed until I get proper morning cock." She gripped his prick and pulled it up under her.

Rocket’s smirk widened. “Well, can’t say no to that.” His eyes rolled feeling warm wet pussy sink onto his hard sensitive morning wood.

On the bridge, Yologarch’s calm but insistent voice echoed over the intercom. "Captain Storm, Captain Rocket, please report to the command deck. Hostile approach vector detected."

"We’re stretching!" Susan called back, her voice muffled by the bedding and movement. "Unnn...unnnnn...stretching." The sound of a creaking bed could be heard over the entire ship.

In the background, Rocket's laughter echoed down the comm. "Stretchin’! That’s what we’re callin’ it now?"

"Shut up furball," Sue was heard over the crackling radio. "Can a girl just cum in the morning?"

Minutes later, still tousled and obviously in no rush, the couple entered the bridge. Sue still wore her socks and Rockets shirt Nothing more. No panties. Why would she change. It was early. Cum leaked from her pussy. That might be an issue.

Yolo was not amused. “We are being followed by an unmarked vessel. Its signature resembles Varnax tech. It is attempting to remain out of sensor lock.”

Groot stood by the weapons console. “I am Groot,” he said, tapping the screen with a thick vine.

“Exactly,” Rocket said, pulling on his gunner harness. “Let’s light 'em up before they get cozy.”

Susan sat in the pilot’s chair. She pulled her hair into a loose tie, eyes scanning the readouts. "Wake me up before morning sex...." she mumbled in anger. “Engaging evasive protocols. Let’s make this fast.”

The moment she took the helm, the Jackal came alive. Engines roared to full power. Asteroid debris from a nearby belt loomed ahead.

“Taking us into the belt,” she said. “Hang on.” The feeling of the Racoon's silver cum pooling between her legs had to be ignored.

The ship dove into the swirling maze of ancient stone. Behind them, the hostile vessel followed, laser blasts carving hot streaks across tumbling asteroid faces.

Susan weaved through them with practiced ease, flipping the Jackal sideways to slip through narrow gaps, narrowly missing collisions by meters.

Rocket and Groot fired from the ship’s dorsal and ventral cannons, blasts erupting across the enemy’s shields. “Get that stabilizer engine!” Rocket growled.

“I am Groot!” The tree shouted.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it too—hit it now!” Rocket responded.

Groot’s next shot rocked the pursuing ship’s port thruster. The vessel spun out of control, clipping a massive asteroid and ricocheting into another. Fire bloomed in vacuum as its hull crumpled and erupted into a silent explosion.

Susan banked the ship hard, skimming across an asteroid’s surface before pulling into a wide arc toward open space.

“All clear,” Yolo confirmed, retracting the alarms.

Susan let out a breath, slumping back in the pilot’s chair. “Remind me to reinforce those shields later. We’re lucky they weren’t packing heavier firepower.”

Rocket detached from his harness and crossed to her side. “Barbie, you fly like a damn goddess.”

She leaned back, smiling despite her disheveled hair, oversized shirt, no panties and pooling cum. “And you still owe me a full morning, mister.”

He winked. “Let’s just say this counts as foreplay.”

“I heard that,” Yolo muttered.

“Then stop listenin’,” Rocket shot back.

Outside, the debris of the enemy vessel drifted in the silent dark, while the Starlight Jackal vanished into hyperspace, alive to fight another day.

The Starlight Jackal limped out of the asteroid field with battered shields and singed hull plating. Sparks danced along a ruptured conduit as warning lights blinked across the bridge.

“We’re leaking shield energy like bad tequila,” Rocket growled from his console.

Susan rubbed her temple and made the call. “Set course for the moon of Esainia. We’ll make repairs there. It’s off the beaten path—and just shady enough that no one will ask questions.”

Rocket smirked. “You just love shady moons, don’t you, Barbie?”

Susan shot him a look. “Only when you’re my co-pilot.”

Groot grunted approvingly. “I am Groot.”

Yolo added, “Provisions and parts are available in Esainian moon's main settlement, though quality and legality may vary.”

The landing pad on the moon of Esainia was a cracked slab of permacrete, surrounded by towering neon signs in alien glyphs and flickering atmospheric lamps. The spaceport’s management was nowhere to be seen—just a payment terminal demanding docking fees. As usual, Groot and Yolo would remain with the ship. Sleep wasn't required by either and neither was food. Groot needed sun and water only. Yolo needed energy.

As a human and a Racoon, Sue and Rocket required more.

A block away, Sue and Rocket located their temporary shelter: a seedy, flickering-magnetic-lock motel called the Stellar Snooze. Its sign buzzed weakly overhead. The walls were stained with decades of neglect, and the rooms smelled faintly of ozone and regret.

“Romantic,” Sue deadpanned.

Rocket chuckled. “If these sheets don’t try to bite me, it’s a five-star stay.”

What they didn’t know: someone was watching.

A trio of alien bounty hunters stalked the shadows of the moon. They weren’t from House Varnax. These mercenaries were hired by Annihilus himself—an ancient enemy with a vendetta against Rocket and Susan for disrupting a previous campaign of dimensional conquest.

The bounty hunters were distinctive: Grathuun the Slicer: A cybernetic insectoid with blade-like appendages and an ability to phase through walls; Velka Nine-Eyes: A floating, eye-covered, telepathic being in a metal orb casing; Krog the Maw: A hulking brute with an energy-sapping gauntlet and plasma axe.

Oblivious, Sue and Rocket found themselves seated at Maazlo Beast Steakhouse, a carnivore’s paradise. They ordered synth-ale and a sizzling slab of meat from a creature neither recognized nor could pronounce.

“You in charge or me, Barbie?” Rocket teased as he sliced his meal.

Susan gave him a sly smirk. “Depends on the room, the hour, and the planetary alignment.”

But before dessert arrived, the bounty hunters made their move.

Grathuun phased through the wall, claws slicing at their table. Velka’s mental blast sent civilians scattering, while Krog barreled through the door.

Rocket flipped the table. “I hate it when dinner gets interrupted!”

Sue activated a **** field with one hand and fired a pulse from her wristband with the other, knocking Velka back into a tank of live carnifish.

The fight spilled into the street.

Grathuun slashed power lines and caused small explosions. Krog lifted a hovercar and hurled it toward Rocket—who blasted it midair.

Then things got worse.

Another group of bounty hunters arrived, this one bearing the crimson insignia of House Varnax. Now, two factions of killers fought not just them—but each other.

“What’s the bounty on our heads? Galactic real estate?” Susan shouted.

Rocket ducked behind a cart of alien hot dogs. “Apparently, we’re worth a moon or two!”

With the city in chaos, Rocket triggered the Jackal’s remote extraction beacon. From the sky, their ship blasted a path through the warring hunters.

Susan leapt onto the arriving Jackal’s ramp, **** field repelling a dozen blaster shots.

Rocket climbed up beside her, clutching a fried piece of synth-steak. “I paid for this, and I ain’t leavin’ it!”

As the Jackal roared into the sky, explosions lit up the skyline.

Yolo guided them into orbit.

“I assume dinner was not satisfying?” the robot quipped.

Susan huffed and leaned into Rocket’s shoulder. “Next time, room service.”

Rocket grinned. “Only if you wear those blue socks again.”

The two man (ahem and woman) op crew made there way to the bridge. The mission on Esainia had been a total bust. The local supplies were faulty, the workers shady, and to top it off, the repairs didn't hold. Yolo had jury-rigged the best he could with Groot’s help, but the Starlight Jackal was still limping.

The next hyperjump pushed the poor ship too far.

They burst from hyperspace in a violent lurch—sirens howled, the lights flickered, and navigation screens went blank.

“We’re blind,” Yolo declared on the bridge. “Zero star map data. We’re off any known chart.”

The crew tensed, but Rocket spotted a celestial body just close enough to limp toward. An unmapped, lush green-blue planet came into view—tucked between rogue gravity wells and cloaked by an anomalous radiation cloud.

“No beacon. No name. But it’ll do,” Rocket muttered, piloting the ship down.

The Jackal touched down in a thick jungle basin, surrounded by towering trees in colors that didn’t exist in any Earth-based spectrum. Vines pulsed. Leaves shimmered. Flowers hissed softly with bioluminescent

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](http://glow.As) Yolo and Groot opened compartments to start full diagnostics and external repairs, Rocket and Susan decided to explore.

“You two be careful,” Yolo warned. “Scans indicate heavy organic presence… but no sentient tech or structures.”

Rocket waved a dismissive paw. “We’ll yell if we get eaten.”

Their hike led them through strange canopies, chirping critters with translucent wings, and soft purple soil. They found signs of ancient stonework—pillars cracked and moss-covered, statues of long-forgotten creatures with eyes made of crystal. An extinct race had once called this paradise home.

Near the ruins was a black pool, still and glassy. The reflection was perfect—no ripple, no flaw.

Sue knelt to analyze it. “No toxins, no bio-hazards. It’s perfectly safe to touch. Might be spring-fed.”

Rocket raised a brow. “Safe, huh?”

She smirked and began removing her boots.

“Oh no,” Rocket said, grinning. “You’re not about to—”

“I am,” she said, peeling off the rest of her suit. Her bra covered breasts came out first. Once again making sure her lover got the view. Her pants came next. Soon she stood in a bra and panties. White and functional, she ripped the bra off, her breasts bounced. She snaked her fingers to her panties and slid them off.

Soon she was bare naked and laughing as she dipped into the cold, obsidian water. Her back now to Rocket, and her white ass clear as day, slowly disappearing into black water.

Rocket, not one to turn down a challenge—or the sight of her like this—stripped and dove in after her. His prick bobbing up and down.

He made his way to her and she flipped over kicking him playfully. Her heavy breasts above the water dripping with black water.

The furry being was suddenly on top or her, kissing her lips, she laughed. "Racoon or otter"? She asked. He was close to entering her. Close to making this more than a simple dip.

Until the water quaked.

From beneath, something massive surged—an eel-like predator with jagged fins and too many eyes. It let out a shrill hiss and lunged toward them.

“No weapons!” Rocket barked, shielding Sue instinctively. She could handle herself, she let him know by flinging the beast with her powers. But it kept coming.

They swam toward shore, but the creature struck the edge of the pool, sending waves lapping onto the grass.

“Distract it!” Sue shouted, using a **** bubble to push the creature back.

Rocket grabbed a chunk of fallen stone and hurled it at one of the crystal statues. The shattering caused a sonic cascade—the pool’s surface vibrated and the creature writhed, its senses assaulted.

Using her power, Sue hoisted Rocket to shore and leapt out behind him.

Naked and panting, they collapsed in the foliage.

Rocket looked at her, eyes wide. “Next time you suggest a skinny dip, maybe pick a hot spring, not the mouth of hell.”

Sue laughed, breathless. “Noted.”

They lay side by side, staring at the alien sky as the creature disappeared into the black water.

“Still worth it,” Rocket muttered laying back.

Sue turned to him and crawled on top. She smiled. “Definitely.” Despite their fight, they had been too close. Susan grabbed his cock. She sank her wet pussy down feeling his tip slip inside. Rocket had his hands behind his head, letting her work. Under a strange sky she fucked him slowly, her hands reaching up to play with her big tits. It didn't take long for Susan to moan soflty. Her pussy squeezed his prick. But the little hero refused to cum. Not yet. "Little shit!" She sighed and rolled off. His prick dripped with her juices.

He had a shit eating grin.

"You're just gonna stay hard?" She asked.

He shook his head.

Susan sighed. She slid down and got between his legs. Her hands gripped his pink tip. The beautiful human lowered her head and ran her tongue over her racoon lover's dick. She gripped his base and began to suck his cock on the shores of the black pool. Under the ruins of a unknown civilization. Her head moved faster and faster. Her left hand cupped his balls.

Rocket Racoon simply couldn't hold on. He held her head soflty down. Until her mouth was fully impaled on his cock. She hated that but he loved it. Fucking her face. He came with a gasp. Under a strange sky. Under how many skies like this had he cum with her...in her.

Sue picked her head up from undder his hand. She slapped his furry chest. She was trying to call him a jerk, but her mouth was full of cum.

Suddenly a sound appeared from the woods.