Rocket and Sue Episode 3: An Unholy Union!!

Sue Storm, aka the Invisible Woman her heroine name, but some don't know of her alter-ego one Charlie XD, known as the “Influencer”, a internet model who happens to be the paramour of one grumpy little rodent known as Rocket Raccoon. They don't have much in common, but it works

YES THEY FUCK....GO AHEAD...CALL THEM OUT FOR IT!!!!!

These are...

The Adventures of Rocket and Sue....

Episode 3: AN UNHOLY UNION!!! (RISE OF THE INFLUENCER Part 1)

GET READY FOR TIME JUMPS GALORE

A few months before SETZ (Susan Entering the Zone; YES IT IS THE SAME CONTINUITY! SHUT IT!)

Captain America thanked Susan for her help. “Will you be sticking around tonight,” Cap inquired. His pining for Sue was becoming less subtle, but Sue had a special affection for Steve, even if it was not sexual.

“Maybe a little while,” Sue nodded. “I might hit the Avengers gym or train a bit if your up for it.”

“Always,” Captain America nodded and walked away. “But I got to talk with Nick Fury and Maria Hill at SHIELD HQ...I'll be back in a few hours.” Sue sighed, she wouldn't wait.

Sue said goodbye to Thor as well, who flew off to Asgard. The three, along with Iron Man, Black Widow, Vision and Richard Rider, aka Nova, had their own side Avengers team (See Marvel Adventures Super-Heroes Volume I and II where almost EVERYONE tries to sleep with Sue. NO LIE! READ IT!). For the Avengers Sue wore a yellow and purple tight jumpsuit quite different than her old attire.

Vision was off in a flash, literally floating through the wall. Tony had a date, and hadn't even come back to the Avengers Mansion. The team had just fought off MICLAS the monster who escaped from Monster Island and headed to the mainland. They were still unsure how he made it to New York. Sue suspected the Mole-Man.

“Susan,” Natasha Romanov nodded coldly and walked away.

Sue was disheartened a little that everyone was leaving. She turned finally to the young Richard Rider, who seemed distracted all day. Normally he'd jump at a chance to be alone with Sue (AGAIN...read Marvel Adventures Superheroes. They all THROW themselves at Sue). She asked if he wanted to go to the gym with her. He refused. Had “something to do” he nervously walked away.

The Invisible Woman noted he'd been acting weird on several missions, always wanting to sneak off at the end. She harbored the idea he was an impostor like Black Widow had once been. Maybe a skrull? She waited to watch him move out of view, then she went invisible. She moved through the halls, and found the living quarters. Richard had taken the elevator. It took Sue sometime as she took the stairs. She was off by about ten minuter. She found Richard's Room. The young Nova Corp member was inside making noise.

“I would do ANYTHING FOR YOU!” Richard said in a strange tone. “ANYTHING!”

Sue was sure he was giving intel to someone. She was about to enter the room when she heard a familiar voice. “I think I'm really liking these camo pants guys, let me know what you think in comments section.” A high pitched almost ditzy voice spoke. Sue laughed, and made an invisible hole in the wall. Sure enough, Richard Rider was watching Sue as Charlie XD try on yoga pants. Sue watched as she turned around on screen slowly to slow club music, showing off her shapely ass in the camo pants that hugged her form. She did her signature butt slap to make her ass jiggle. Then she pulled up the tight pants to make them even tighter and make her ass “pop”. Sue mouthed her own words as Charlie said “Get them for $8.99 on ROMWE.”

“Damn,” the young Nova Corp man was clicking with a left hand, and jerking off with his right. Sue now laughed and held her hand to her face as the young man savaged himself. He was going to pull his 6 inch dick off, thought Sue. Then she watched as her persona Charlie XD came on screen with a tight white top, “Next I have these Jets pants.” Charlie explained they were MORE expensive, but you could get a discount for the promo-code “D-HEADS”. The video showed her wearing the green yoga pants with the jets logos wrapping around her lower thighs to the bottoms of her muscular ass. Sue knew that no one needed to see her face. The girls wanted the products, and the guys wanted T&A, which she gave them.

Rider must not have LOVED the Jets pants, which made Sue a little angry, but he clicked on a picture. It was Sue in a one piece tight lacy lingerie getup, that cut down in a “V” to show ample cleavage. It had long yellow sleeves as well. She was kneeling on her bed and her thick hips were on display as the onesie came down to cover her crotch with minimal material. Sue crossed her arms outside of Nova's room. “So Rider is a Patreon member,” Sue almost fell over laughing. It meant he paid $30 for special sets of pics. It is the only place that pic was posted.

“OH SHIT YEAH!” She heard Richard Rider shout and watched with wide eyes as his dick erupted, causing a spurt of cum to fly up and hit the picture of Sue/Charlie right between the tits. “Awesome,” he muttered jerking the last of his load out.

Then Sue was confused as Richard Rider took a picture. He was typing something. Sue shook her head and left. Another hero spanking to Charlie, Sue thought. She had a live stream in an hour actually, so she wanted to get to the Penthouse and get ready.

She got home around 8PM, checked on the Fantastic Four, cooked them dinner, checked on Reed, and left him a sandwich. Then she went to the Penthouse. Rocket was off world with the Guardians. It was strange how she missed him so much. Her furry. She was falling for him hard, and she knew it. She had to watch out.

Sue did her eyebrows, and her nails. She then changed her skin color, her hair, and her eye color all at once. She then took a selfie making sure her long wavy brown hair was over her left eye, and she stuck out her tongue. She captioned it “XOXO....Live stream try on haul...15 mins....be there.”

She checked her email first, from her lawyers about the tapes, from Jimmy about the bikini try on haul being uploaded. It already had over 30,000 likes and 5.5 million views. Then she scrolled through Dms on Insta and Patreon, shaking her head at all the “I WANT TO FUCK YOU!” messages. She then found an interesting one. From a NOVAPRIMEDAREAL1, it was a picture. She opened the photo. It was the picture of Charlie/Sue in the yellow lingerie with a load of cum between her tits. Sue knew what a “tribute” pic was. She found out REAL quick. Constantly flooded with these pics of her own pics with cum on them. This one was CLEARLY from Richard Rider, and she knew the user-name. He wanted to FUCK CHARLIE and BAD. It made her laugh and smile.

She went live a moment later. “Hey guys, it's me...Charlie XD....Yur Guuuuurl.” She stuck out her tongue and winked. “So guys, I got my computers AND phones backed up. And Rocket's. So no more shenanigans like the “Blow-job YouTube FAIL” thingy.” She looked at the screen seriously. “Sorry if I like to suck my boyfriend's dick people.” She then stood up, in her tight white top, and flowing white silk pants. “You guys loved my LAST live try on haul, thanks for the love. The D-Heads are the best family on the internet, really.” She said as she turned on some slow club music. “Tonight I'm going to do some shorts.” She laid out a bunch of things on the bed. By now, all the clothes were given to her for free to try on and advertise. “By the way,” she said sitting back down, pushing her boobs together. “As always GET IT OUT BOYS!” The hearts in the messaging section began to fly and lewd comments came in fast. She went off camera but still spoke, “I know you loved the Yoga Pants live try on, but many said it wasn't 'enough' skin.” She giggled. “That's fine...well...for this...I wanted to BE EXTRA and DO EXTRA...so EVERYONE enjoys this as much as I do...and I REALLY do you guys.”

When she came back on camera she was in very very small red biker/running shorts with white trim. She turned around showing the small parts of her lower ass-cheeks. She twirled and spanked her ass. She told the audience it was only a $25 outfit on Etsy with promo code CharlieXD. She pushed her boobs up and down in the tan top. It wasn't that racy.

Men commented as well as women. One guy said “what are you doing to us Charlie...LOL!”

She then went out of view again and came back in a spaghetti strap white tank top, and really small jean shorts that were ripped at the ends. Again, even more ass cheek showed. “Ooooh....I like these.” She turned and bent down and bounced her ass almost twerking. “I can dance in these.”

A man commented...”F$%K YEAH. I'm in love. Goddess Charlie should be her name.”

Sue saw the comment and giggled. “You guys are funny. She utterly loved the attention. She explained where the outfit could be bought, and gave another promo-code. She went to try on her third outfit. From off screen she laughed. “This one is EXTRA”. She came onscreen with a crop top greenish blue sweat-shirt she pulled to cover her face. “I don't know if I can get away with this.” She joked. She had on the smallest purple stretchy valour short shorts. They came up high. Half of her big fat muscular ass was visible, and she turned to show thousands of people. It gave Sue an exhilarating feeling, and she blushed in embarrassment, but was wet and horny all at once.

“CHARLIE XD BROKE THE INTERNET!” One commenter added.

“AND MY DI$K” Another added.

Sue laughed peeking at the comments from her sweat-shirt. “You guys are the best family of supporters.” She stuck out her tongue. She then turned, and spanked her ample ass, and grabbed the bottom of her cheeks and pulled so the ass cheeks bounced for all to see.

By now Sue knew the user-names of MANY of Earth's heroes. Two Ant-men were online. Eric and Scott Lang, Nighthawk was online. Nova was online. Greg Willis, aka Gravity was even commenting. So was Nova for that matter. Billy Kaplan, aka Wiccan, which was weird because he was gay (supposedly). Jamie Madrox, the multiple man, who annoying hit her up with dozens of accounts. She warned she'd block him. James Hudson, aka Guardian.

She even had a cadre of villains. Alistair Smythe, Boomerang, one of the Fisk kids, Tombstone, Hammerhead, Mr. Negative. Damn there were a lot of Spiderman's villains with a shit load of time on their....ahem...hands. Sue even tracked a user-name back to Bentley Whitman, but he was obsessed with her feet. He paid her for “heel” sets.

She was happy Ben hadn't signed in, or Steve Rogers. They were better than that. She suspected a few more. Gambit was no doubt lurking and trolling, she knew it.

Make no mistake, she waited and saw the user name she knew was coming. She had clocked Johnny, her brother's time online at 2 minutes. She laughed to herself. He didn't even last the full video. Since Sue found out his username, she looked at statistics which weren't hard to get. Since starting this, Johnny Storm had logged into her chats over 3 dozen times. He had left comments on about 20 of her videos and liked another 50 of her posts and pictures.

Sue and Rocket had sat there laughing. Johnny Storm had jerked off to his own sister over 100 times, Sue estimated.

What made her even madder was the presence of Peter Quill. How was he online, and why? She knew they were off to find Ego. He should know better. He hit on her WAY too much and didn't take her relationship with Rocket seriously. Still, it was good to know she had power over him as well.

The powerful feeling this gave Sue as unlike anything her immense superpowers had ever produced inside her. Rocket had commented to a reporter that Sue as Charlie was basically a villain. “She should be called the INFLUENCER!” He joked, “able to draw blood from a man's head to his crotch simply by walking in the room.”

Sue had tested the theory once when they walked into a bar, and Charlie had on a tight pink tube dress and tan platform heels. While all male eyes were on her, Sue quickly peeked at their packages with her powers. Almost all men had a boner for Charlie. Her “superpower”, Rocket joked.

Charlie had responded to the quote by rocket with a Tweet. “Control the d...control the dude.” It became a rallying cry for woman. Charlie/Sue and Rocket could do NO wrong.

It was time to do a “Q&A” session, and Charlie sat down reading questions. She kept on the short shorts and the sweat-shirt. Picture of her ass in the shorts were already all over the internet. At that moment Charlie XD was literally breaking the internet. Causing lag time. She'd done it before. She found some questions to answer.

There was no shame with Charlie XD. Ask, and she'd answer. People loved the brutal honesty. Conservatives weren't D-Heads by any means, but Sue saw some Republican senators following her and hitting her up with TERRRIBLE direct messages. She had some dirt.

The girl asked right off the bat. Sue read the question out loud.“You say Rocket has 'qualities' that would surprise a girl. When asked you said the word 'Rocket' over and over. We know you're talking about his penis, ”Sue stopped. “DUH!” She rolled her eyes, and then continued to read the question. “My question is, where does it go. He's two feet tall”

Sue thought about the answer for a minute. “First, Rocket is 3 foot and 1 inch.” She thought longer. Then she just came out and said it. “He has a penis retractor muscle. Look it up.” It seemed people wouldn't let it go. Sue sighed. “The muscle contracts to retract the penis into the sheath and relaxes to allow the penis to extend from the sheath.” She had read that on Wikipedia a thousand times by now. “Trust me its wild.” She smiled and blushed.

More questions came in about sex. Sue was getting visibly annoyed on camera. “Guys, our sex is normal. I'm on top, he's on top, he's behind me. Just because he's a raccoon doesn't mean sex changes. He talks you know. He's from Half-world. Not from the Pine Barrens in Jersey guys. I wasn't in Central Park and saw a raccoon and was like 'HOLY SHIT I'M GONNA FUCK IT'”

Someone commented about her porn tape. “FUCK YOU!” Sue pointed to the screen in anger.

Another person asked about genetic enhancements of Rocket. Sue kind of went off. “AGAIN, he's talks. He's sentient, he's smart. A bit of an ass. He has had enhancements for strength and speed and agility. Augmentations from mad scientists. But he WASN'T created in a lab. And NOTHING. I MEAN NOTHING was enhance down there.” She pointed to her crotch. “That's a lie. He has parents, brothers and sisters and shit.” She was shaking her head. “He was born the way you see him. Mostly. All you men out there are just mad that a three foot Raccoon has a BIGGER dick than you....live with it.” She gave the screen the finger.

“No more sex shit guys,” Sue spoke to the camera.

A girl asked a question that had been asked before. Sue calmed down. “When did we meet?” Sue read the comment and smiled to the camera.

Sue explained she met Rocket at an office Christmas party over a year ago. They kissed under mistletoe, and Sue was ****, but Rocket got her alone and kissed her more deeply, and Sue said she just “melted”. This was 100% the truth once again.....

(HERE WE GO: FADE OUT TO FLASHBACK!!!! AGGGAAAAINNN!!! YAAAAY!”

Three days before Christmas....Baxter Building.....about two years before SETZ (I think...I don't know...RETCON time)

Sue was sipping her wine. She was in a long red “Ms. Claus” outfit. It wasn't overtly sexual, but she had on some black stockings and red boots. The skirt came down over her knees. She had bright red make-up on, which was about as naughty as Sue would get back then. She was a little tipsy, which felt utterly FANTASTIC after a tough month of being a heroine in the Fantastic Four. This was the charitable business side of the the Future Foundation non-profit organization. The Inhumans had come, some X-Men, a bunch of Avengers (they're close you see), and most of the actual employees of the Fantastic Four. It was a great way to mingle, and have the employees get a chance to hob-knob with some real life celebrity heroes. Hell, even the Guardians of the Galaxy showed up.

Sue was mingling later in the evening. Most of the heroes had left. Luckily, nothing crazy happened in New York or really in the world for that matter. Sue looked over to see that loud mouth asshole of a raccoon yelling at someone for calling him a raccoon. He sure as shit seemed overly confident for a short little runt. She watched him, and he caught her staring, and she looked away in shame.

Rocket Raccoon had seen that look in Susan, since the first day they met WAY back during like the first Infinity War or Gauntlet saga, or Infinity Watch (possibly, who knows). She had checked him out, he was sure of it. And he could smell her sex. Strong and feminine. The young beauty was horny. ALL the time. There were rumors. Not of Namor, or Doom (everyone knows it was Reed in that costume). Short heroes, villains and aliens spoke of Sue's “type”. It was like a secret handshake for the shorter beings in space and on Earth. The words “short” and “not human” always came up when talking about what Susan Storm-Richards was REALLY into. He had wanted as chance to test this theory, but she always avoided him. Now she was drunk, clearly, and most of the heroes were gone. He caught her looking again briefly as she talked to an older woman.

Sue was chatting with Sergius O'Hoolihan's wife. “Did you try the crepes?”

The woman told her now, they hadn't been brought out. Sue stopped ROBERTA (the blonde version with no legs not the HOT version that looked like Jocasta: see Nega-Pirates chapters where Nescan fucks THAT one.). “Did you get the crepes,” she hiccuped. “How could you forget.”

“I did not forget Mrs. Richards,” Roberta looked at her. “I cannot forget. You didn't tell me.”

“OH SHIT!” Sue ran through the hall and into the dining hall kitchen on the business floor. There was smoke coming from the large oven. “DAMN!” Sue grabbed a oven mit and pulled the burnt crepes out quickly. She shouldn't have bought frozen ones.

“Don't you just make crepes from scratch on a skillet Barbie, like pancakes?” A voice spoke from behind.

Sue turned and rolled her eyes. “You,” she didn't even give Rocket Raccoon a second glance. He was hopped up on the metal cutting table to her right. She hated that he called her Barbie. Such a pig. She sighed about to leave the room.

Rocket held something up in his hands. It was a small green leafy substance with berries. “Mistletoe alert!” The rodent smiled widely.

“In your dreams,” Sue literally laughed and began to walk away.

“I saw you kiss Steve Rogers AND ol Wingfoot.” Rocket goaded her

Sue chuckled. “I pecked them on the check dude.”

“Maybe your just too good to give an ol raccoon a kiss.” He shook his head in disgust.

Drunk Sue chuffed. “Oh whatever.” she walked over and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned to place his black lips on hers, she felt his fur, and then a rough triangle tongue try to slip into her mouth. “GROSS!” She spat and pushed the rodent away.

She headed back to the party. She had a right mind to kick the rat out, but didn't want to upset people. The party winded down, and Roberta, Sue, Willie Lumpkin, his niece Billie, Hoolihan and his wife began to pick up. Soon the large dining hall was clear. Sue lifted the last tray and told her friends to take off. She's “got it” with Robertas help. Roberta was sweeping and mopping.

Sue took a large tray of wings and was going to wrap them up and bring them upstairs to the living quarters. She was fuming Johnny showed up for 10 minutes before a “hot date”. At least Ben and Alicia hung out for two hours. Reed, well, lost cause from the start. 'I'm coming home from Wakanda.' Turned into 'strange new vibranium with radioactive fluctuations found in a deep cavern'. Reed was helping Black Panther and Shuri with a Klaw problem. He'd be home for New Years, he told Sue.

“I'll believe it when I see it,” Sue murmured. She was almost stumbling. She had hid how drunk she actually was. She placed the pan down, and knocked over an empty metal bowl. She bent down to pick it up.

“DAMN BARBIE!” a familiar voice spoke. “That's SOME ass you got.”

Sue shot up with the bowl. “You,” she stated annoyed. “Everyone has already left.” She smiled wrapping up the wings with plastic wrap. “But you shouldn't be here anyways, NO PETS ALLOWED.” She laughed at her own joke and hiccuped.

“Ouch.” He jumped to the table she was working on. “I've seen you checking me out.” Rocket said moving closer. Sue just shook her head in disbelief at his statement. “Wanna take a shot”

Sue shook her head. “I'll pass this time.” She didn't look his way. “Maybe next time”

“Ok.” he leered at her. “You owe me a shot then.” He then added. “You still owe me a kiss too.”

“I gave you one rodent.” She was annoyed.

“That wasn't a kiss.” Rocket moved even closer. “I want a REAL kiss”.

Sue finished wrapping the bowl. “You're going to be waiting on that a long time Rocket.”

“Mistletoe toe alert!” Rocket raised it above Susan's head. He was inches from her face and in her drunk state she stumbled back. She could have used her powers, but it happened so fast. She prepared to fall straight back and down, probably hit her back hard. She gasped as she began to fall. She was surprised when she felt a small paw grab the small of her back and stop her fall. Rocket was rather strong. “Your hot!” Rocket said, his face close to hers now.

“Your an...” she was about to say 'ass' but his black lips crushed over hers. A small but thick sand paper like tongue writhed in her mouth, scraping her own human tongue. He closed his eyes, but Sue's went wide open. Before she could stop it, he dipped her down. His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth and his lips opened wider. It was the position that got her (and she was drunk). The old school manly way of being kissed like you see in old movies, dipped down, at the man's mercy. Further, Sue hadn't been kissed like this, or ANY way in some time. Her tongue darted out, and rolled over his into his mouth. Her eyes closed and she turned her head. The reality of it all hit her like a ton of bricks. She was making out with a three foot little rodent. Yet, her body responded in an opposite way. Her legs went weak, her pussy moistened. Her hands went up and gripped his soft furry head, pulling it down. Her mouth opened even more and her thick tongue went deep into the raccoon's mouth. They kissed, and they kissed. Heads turning, tongues twisting, spit sharing. It went on for minutes. Sue's left foot was floating in the air, she'd lifted it without thinking. The depravity of it all, only made her want it more.

Rocket's paw reached to the red velvet of her Mrs. Claus suit, and he grabbed her breasts, seeking her nipple. He found it and pulled. This shot Sue back to reality like a meteor. She pushed him off. “Asshole.”

She expected he'd linger, but he hoped away on all fours with a quickness that she wasn't prepared for. “We should do it again sometime Barbie.” Then he was gone.

For days Sue thought about that moment, and how it made her feel. She felt shame, embarrassment that she let it happen. But she kept replaying it over and over in her mind. Her body, again, betrayed her mind, and each time she thought about it, her loins became moist and her pussy became engorged. Was he right? She had checked him out. Right from the start. Back during Infinity War (maybe). Did she look at the goofy but sexy Star-Lord (not her words)...nope. Did she admire Drax's muscle toned body....she didn't. She checked out Rocket Raccoon, and glanced at his crotch. What was she hoping to see.

A few days later, the employee New Years party happened. Johnny showed up and left. Ben and Alicia attended for a little while. No other heroes came to this party. It was merely humans. Reed hadn't come home. “Too important” was the vibranium issue. Sue was wearing a conservative brown skirt, that came down to her ankles, with black three inch boots. She wore a tan blazer and a button up white top. She looked good, but not sexy in her opinion.

Sue found herself pounding champagne. The party was in the same dining hall as the Christmas party. It was slightly more intimate. She chugged a glass of wine and then another champagne. So what is she got a little, what do the kids call it, “LIT”. She was at her home. All she had to do was get on the elevator and go upstairs to sleep. She could let loose. No one ever judged Sue Storm.

Around 10PM, she was handing out 2018 glasses and paper horns, and hats. Roberta was serving drinks. There was a commotion towards the front door. That's when Sue's throat filled with the proverbial frog. It was Rocket Raccoon, and he was working the crowd, as the only other celebrity hero in attendance. Last time he wore that orange and black jumpsuit. Now he wore his old school blue uniform with red trim and gloves. It was a lot cuter than the.....no, Sue shook her head, it wasn't cute at all.

Her heart pounded fast and hard. She was nervous seeing him. But why? He was a fucking 3 foot rat of a being. Sue grabbed two glasses of champagne from Roberta. The robot informed Sue that the **** content was quite high, but Sue told her to 'buzz off'. She was drunk.

Rocket Raccoon finally made it through the small crowd to Susan. “Mrs. Richards,” he bowed and grabbed her hand quickly and kissed it. “Always a pleasure.”

There were people around, so she couldn't be rude. “I'm glad you could come Rocket. I had no idea you even got an invitation.” She stated with annoyance. She walked away, with her head high. The Invisible woman spent the next hour by herself in a corner. No one seemed to even notice. Story of my life, laughed Sue in her head (the Invisible Woman...get it). Sue just people watched. Well, to be quite honest, she raccoon watched. As the only known entity besides Sue, Rocket was the hit of the party. She kept pulling back glasses of champagne. Rocket was talking with Billie Lumpkin, the red-headed mail girl, and niece of Willie Lumpkin who had delivered Fantastic Four mail since they started. Truth was, Billie was the only other truly attractive girl in the room.

She watched Rocket whisper in Billie' ear and the young girl laughed. “What the fuck is so funny,” Sue stammered. She was put back by the fact Rocket hadn't made ONE move on her. Sue was almost falling over. Another whisper from Rocket in Billie's ear and Sue slammed her glass down.

The young heroine moved through the crowd towards the front, where Rocket was. She looked to Billie Lumpkin with a catty smile. “Billie,” she nodded. “Rocket Raccoon,” Sue smiled. “Don't I owe you a shot.”

The small raccoon smiled, “You do,” he excused himself from Billie Lumpkin. Sue grabbed his paw and they walked through the crowd to the kitchen. A small rodent and a buxom human holding hands. People were too drunk to notice. Not Billie Lumpkin though. She noticed.

Sue brought him into the kitchen, and she used her powers to grab two glasses and the bottle of the best scotch in the room. “You like whiskey?”

“How did you know?” He smiled rubbing his chin. He jumped up on the metal table she leaned against.

She laughed. “All assholes like whiskey.” She stood there, her powers poured a drink into two glasses. Rocket went to grab one, but Sue picked both up and chugged them. She then used her powers to pour two more. The fridge opened and two ball shaped pieces of ice floated out and into the glasses. This time she lifted the glasses with a field and gave it to Rocket. “Where's Quill?”

“Probably cranking off to you,” Rocket sipped his drink. “Think he's got a thing for you.”

Sue actually laughed at his words. They began to talk. The bottle of whiskey dangled above them. First about the Guardians. Rocket called Gamora a “bitch” which Sue agreed with. Drax was a “robot”. Again Sue laughed and nodded. Groot was cool, they both agreed. Sue looked at him. “What about Nebula,” she sipped her glass. “She's kinda hot in a bald android way.”

Rocket's eyes opened. “I say the SAME thing.” He chugged his glass, and the bottle flew up and poured more. “No pussy though.”

Sue laughed. “Too bad.” She hated to admit she was having fun with this dickhead. He asked about her team. Susan chuckled. “You get what you see. Ben's a slab of rock. Johnny's a hot head. Reed's a dork.” Sue's mouth opened at that unintended utterance, but she was smiling. Rocket laughed and so did she.

“He's not here to plant a kiss on you at midnight” Rocket stated drinking the last drop, and watching as the bottle instantly poured more from above him. Sue seductively shook her head staring in his eyes. It was Rocket's turn to swallow a frog. He hadn't expected this gambit of coming to this party uninvited to work, but here they were. “Girl like you should be kissed at midnight.”

Sue was now leaning on the table not far from Rocket staring in his dark brown eyes. “Do you want to see the ball drop in the BEST spot in New York.”

Rocket nodded. His cock began to grow. This was it. He could smell her sex. Had smelled it since he walked in. Stronger than Billie Lumpkins. He watched the half drunk bottle of whiskey disappear, and then the two glasses. He looked down, and his body was gone. His head pulled up in fear to see Susan was gone. A large hand grabbed his small paw. “Follow me.” Rocket hopped down, and blindly followed Susan. Both of the invisible as they made their way through the crowd, past the door to the dining hall and out into the hall. There were people waling around, and several HERBIEs and ROBERTAs. Sue kept them invisible. They moved to white wall.

“ALPHA ZETA BETA TAU!” Sue spoke, and the wall hissed and split apart revealing another hall. Sue pulled Rocket into the hall, and the doors hissed shut behind them. Several elevators were on both sides of the hallway. “Private elevators for the family and friends.” She made them visible again. Her hand still held his. “GAMMA DELTA X-RAY ZULU!” She called out. Then she spoke again. “HOTEL OSCAR LAMBDA BRAVO!” She turned to him. “I've turned off the cameras and sensors.”

They were on the 23rd floor. She hit a button with her left hand, her right still holding his paw. “There's some empty office space on the 29thth floor.” Sue explained the living quarters were on the 31st floor. She talked about each upper floor. The 32nd housed the recreation area, workout rooms, pool, some labs of Reeds. All floors had Reed's bale really, Sue said. Also the The 33rd housed the biology labs, machine shops, robotics areas, and time travel platforms. The 34th housed conference rooms, computer labs, the Negative Zone lab and comms rooms. The 35th floor was mainly the hangar bay and repair shop. Surprisingly, Reed's main labs were way down in in sub-basements. He had moved R&D, subatomic research, weapons research and several “classified labs” from the 31st floor to more private areas deep below Manhattan. Floor 30 was the firearms range and tactical training labs.

The whole time she explained it all, she was holding his paw. The bottle of whiskey floated around them with the glasses.

They stopped at the 32nd floor first.

Sue looked down at Rocket. “Do you like cigars?”

He smiled eagerly. “OHHHH YEAH!”

“The Fantastic Four has a humidor that contains some of the most expensive cigars in the world.” Sue told him. Several boxes eventually appeared in front of the elevator. “Ben likes the finest 'stogies'.” She asked what Rocket preferred and he told her Cubans. With her fields Susan brought out a box of Cohiba Behikes. They were priced at $400 dollars a cigar.

The two then made their way to the 29th floor. The cigars and glasses and bottle of whiskey followed behind them. Sue never broke her grip on the small raccoon's hand. She walked them down a empty dark hall. She then found a double door at the North West side of the building and pulled out a key to open it. The doors opened to a huge double office.

“This was Christ Stoger and Ethan Crane's office.” Sue told him. “They were pieces of shit that screwed us over for money and tried to frame Johnny.” Sue added, and the bottle of whiskey flew to her mouth. The view was amazing. Open glass windows all around them. You could see Times Square.

“Easy Barbie.” Rocket warned her. A glass floated down to his hand. Whiskey was poured into the glass. A cigar floated to his other hand. A blanket floated from the back of the room and dropped before a large open window with a view of the New Years Eve Ball several blocks away. Sue pulled him to the blanket. He stood up while she sat with her legs out. It was rocket that produced the lighter. Sue had a cigar in her mouth. Rocket helped he light it.

Sue pulled out her phone and put on the local NBC channel to watch “New Years Rocking Eve”. It was 1145 PM. She set it down. They were still holding hands the entire time. Seated as such, Sue was a few inches below Rocket as he stood in his red boots. She realized his red gloves were gone now. He told her he left them back in the kitchen. They were staring into each others eyes only inches apart. “We'll have to get them later,” the blonde beauty spoke softly nervously looking with her blue eyes into his deep brown eyes.

“It's ok Barbie,” he answered. He put his cigar down on the side of the table, and grabbed the one from Sue and placed them both over the edge so the table wouldn't burn. Like he was controlling the whole scenario. He moved his furry face towards hers.

“I...I...” she didn't know what to say in her drunk state, just pulled closer to him on instinct. Her maroon lipstick lips finally touched his black lips once again and they kissed. She knew this was wrong, weird strange, and unnatural, but she kissed him deeply once again. They kissed obscenely like two high-school kids, but this was a blonde human and a raccoon. His rough sand paper tongue rubbed her own, and she again felt lost to it all. She had told herself anything but the truth, that this is what she wanted.

Their heads moved back and forth. His paw once again moving to her ample bosom. This time, she removed her blazer now, allowing him to find her left breast and grope it. The kiss didn't stop, and Sue began to unbutton her white top. Her white lacy bra came into view, and his paw reached in and right down her brassiere. She felt his warm hand find her erect nipple and let him explore. He was pulling on her teat. She moaned in his mouth.

The raccoon moved his head between her breasts. He pulled down her white lacy bra and sucked in her right nipple. “Uhhh,” she moaned, her arms falling to the ground to brace herself. “This is cheating,” she finally admitted with a deep breath. “I can't.....” she tried to fight, but the lightening quick rodent was between her legs and diving up her skirt.

“I can't stop,” he told her. “I can smell your sex,” his eyes were dilated. He truly couldn't stop. She watched his furry head under her brown skirt. It seemed so fast as his head dove towards her crotch. A small finger pulled her white panties to the side and she felt a rough small tongue dive into her dripping sex.

“OHHH GOD!” She moaned. She could use her powers to stop him. She should. This WAS cheating. Not like the past. Not taken, kidnapped, ****, conquered, mind controlled, manipulated, seduced. This was her willingly allowing this raccoon to dive his tongue into her pussy. And she had been waiting for this. All night. Her body arched as his tongue slipped past her folds. He shoved a paw up into her leaking cunt, and reached in to find her sensitive bud. It was as if his hand was the perfect size. He twisted, pressed and pulled on her g-spot, and she lost control. “OH FUCK!” Her hips bucked and Rocket sucked in her pussy folds, as Sue had an orgasm right in his mouth. He slurped at her human honey. It tasted utterly FANTASTIC, and he licked and lapped.

Rocket emerged, with a matted wet furry face. Her juice coating his mouth area. He pushed her skirt up exposing her creamy white legs. The small rodent pulled his blue pants down, taking his small boxers with the pants. A very large, and very fleshy pink cock popped out. Sue was aw struck at its size and shape. It looked like a hot-dog with a twisty end. “HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!” She blurted out. It must be the size of his limbs. He flopped onto her stomach, his paws on the sides of her upper waist, and his furry feet between her legs. “Wait,” Sue pleaded. “WAIT...STOP WE CAN'T.”

The runt was too lost in his instinct. His cock was moving to her precious hole. “I can't stop Barbie. I can't. I can smell you...you need it. I need it.” Without looking down, he pushed forward. The first attempt failed as he pressed his cock into her upper groin. Sue tried to move back, but the second attempt found its mark. Rocket pushed his twisty tipped dick into Susan's wet dripping cunt. Her back arched from the intrusion, causing more of his prick to slide into her. “Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnn,” Sue moaned, her head rolling back. Susan Richards was being fucked by a raccoon.

It was true, he couldn't stop. His instinct to mate had taken over. The smell and taste of her sex was driving the little creature wild. He shoved several more inches inside her, his head was now banging the lower parts of her tits, her blouse open. He pulled out and Sue moaned again, and then he pressed forward once more, feeling every inch of her pussy around his cock. He pulled out again and shoved himself harder into her.

“OH ROCKET!” Sue moaned, and her back came off the ground. She gripped the blanket beneath them and her head went to the side. She was too far gone herself, and her own sexual need was controlling her entire body.

Rocket Raccoon was sentient and smart, but he was also an animal. He hips began to pound into Susan slicing his cock in and out and a faster pace, until she felt his small balls hitting her ass. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” He was grunting, the feeling of her tight pussy was like Half-world heaven for him.

“TEN....NINE....” The feed from Sue's phone was counting down. The small being was pumping even faster now. Had anyone walked in, they'd see a raccoon in a blue shirt, like a dog dressed in a sweater fucking a human. Fucking Susan Richards. Who knows what would be said.

At that moment Sue didn't care, not about what anyone would say or what even her husband would say. She was getting fucked, good and hard. Somehow, he was able to push her thick thighs and legs up with his arms, and bend her body as he continued to pump his prick in her snatch. Somehow, her boot covered feet were now by her head, and she was looking up at the furry face of Rocket Raccoon.

“FIVE....FOUR..” People shouted on the street and on her phone.

“OH MY GOD!” She cried out as a powerful climax ripped through her tight form. Her pussy convulsed around his dick and juice squirted out around his cock, coating his fur. “ROCKETTTTTTT!” She shouted at the top of her lungs not caring if someone heard. His black rodent lips met with her supple human lips. She closed her eyes and felt her loins filled with a hot blast. Rocket's mouth winced but Sue kept shoving her tongue in his mouth. The sound of sopping filled the room as the raccoon pumped his seed into her.

“TWO...ONE...HAPPY NEW YEAR!” A chorus of claps, shouts and horns filled the phone, and the New York sky.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Sue moaned in Rocket's mouth as his cock spurted inside her. They were technically the fist two people to cum in 2019. Though they had no idea. He kept her legs pushed down so they could kiss, even after he was done cumming. His cock still buried deep in Sue's cunt. Cum began to dribble down from her pussy to the blanket. They just kept kissing. Her hands around his furry head pulling on his fur wildly.

“Hooooo,” Rocket breathed, pulling his mouth from hers. She still was trying to suck in his rough tongue. “That was intense Barbie,” he laughed pulling back and easing out her cunt. His dick was dripping, and her cunt was spewing his seed. Sue was rolling around on the blanket with a smile.

“You fucking rodent.” She laughed with eyes closed. “How can you fuck so good.”

“Practice, HEHEHE,” Rocket responded. He dropped back towards the glass windows.

Sue stood up, and cum rolled down her leg. She buttoned her shirt. “Your a good lay Rocket...I'll give you that.”

The raccoon grabbed the bottle of **** and took a swig. He handed it to Sue. She grabbed it and chugged most of it. “When can we do it again,” the little runt asked.

Sue laughed, and handed him the rest of the bottle. “Never. I don't cheat....and I don't fuck rodents.” She pulled her skirt down, grabbed her cigar, puffed it and blew it at him. She then walked away out the door. "Beat it RAT!" She turned. "I mean it. I don't want to see your hairball ass back here."

“OUCH.” Rocket laughed, and turned back to the windows. He had a wide smile and a floppy spent dick between his legs. He grabbed the cigar with a smile and hopped away trying to find an elevator. Sue was already gone.

"LEAVE YOU LITTLE VERMIN!" Her voice boomed from somewhere down the hall.

"HEHEHE!" Rocket laughed as he entered the public elevator and puffed his cigar.