Rocket and Sue Episode 4: Rocket TRIUMPHANT

Rocket Raccoon, the horny little rodent space adventurer, the object of his affections, the buxom bodacious beauty Susan Richards, married member of the Fantastic Four...

Yeah....they fuck....gotta an issue with....DON'T READ...

These are....

The Adventures of Rocket and Sue...

Ones a raccoon, and the others a human. Ones got a dick...the others got a pussy....it works....trust me...

Episode 4: Rocket TRIUMPHANT....(Rise of the INFLUENCER Part 2)

Baxter Building....Sometime after New Years....Sometime before SETZ......

Susan walked barefoot into the open gym. She had some time for a workout. She wore a tight fitting unstable molecule white Future Foundation athletic outfit. It was just like the actual outfit the team wore on missions, with the black “4” in the middle of her ample chest. Two black lines ran right down over her nipples, and Sue wondered sometime if Reed understood how some of these designs “accentuated” some features. Still, the material she now wore was perfect for exercise and clung tightly to her toned curves. She planned on a good workout, so she placed two small white dots in her ears. They were portable headphones MUCH louder, clearer and better than apple buds or Beatz. Reed hadn't patented the design yet, so only the Four and their friends had them. She spoke “AC/DC: Thunderstruck”. The headphones had pretty much any music ever downloaded in them already. Sure, when they went public everyone would have to pay the artists, but it was nice being free for now. The heavy drums and guitar picked up. Sue liked hard rock, really hard rock when she worked out.

Sue raised her arms above her head to begin a stretch. She'd start with Yoga. She bent down at the waist, pulling on the back of her ankles and bobbing slightly. Suddenly, she felt an odd sense of being watched, but picked her head up and no one was there.

Yet, outside, looking through the glass dark beady little eyes roamed over her thick ass as she bent down.

Sue was completely unaware, and moved to the ground. She did a swooping diving motion pushing her head up to the ceiling with her legs flat so that she could stretch her lower back. She came down and stretched her arms out, and knelt on her dainty feet. Her body moved forward stretching her arms out further, to stretch her upper back, in a position akin to Muslim prayer. Her ass sticking in the air.

The hard song in her ears she didn't hear the grunt behind her when she did this. The eyes grew larger and took in the visible puffy bulge under her butt, between her legs. A black wet snout with whiskers began to sniff wildly at the air picking up Susan's sex.

Her hands rolled even further forward in this “prayer” position, and Sue's ass lifted off her feet. She was about to move into a full “downward dog” position but she shot up when she felt something small and moving with sharp ends push into her sex between her legs. “OOOPPFFF!!” Sue shot up from her position to her feet. Under her ass was Rocket Raccoon shoving his small hand up into her mound. He was pushing the material of her uniform up into her pussy. “What the fuck?” She swatted him away. He was in his orange jumpsuit with the gray knee-pads. A bulge pushed out at his crotch as he leered at Susan's ass.

“Susan,” Reed Richards called from the door, “Rocket is here on behalf of the Guardians to take on that 'train the trainer' program with the new non-lethal space ammunition I've created.”

Susan pushed the furry brown raccoon's face away. “REED RICHARDS DID YOU SEE....” She sighed, as she looked at her husband, whose face was buried in his flat computer tablet. He had not seen a thing. Her attention returned to Rocket who was rubbing her inner thigh. She looked down to see him “adjust” his bulge, and her eyes watched it grow and snake down the right side of his leg. She started to pick up his musk then.

“OH YEAAAAAH!” He muttered his stupid catch phrase as he glared up at her seeing her check out his package. “HEHEHE!” He laughed loudly.

Reed couldn't concentrate on ONE thing. His mind was too vast and pliable. He was attempting to program a satellite how to track Gamma signals given off by entities (Red Hulk was at it again). Further, he was cracking the ancient languages of TWO separate alien species long since wiped out by Galactus. He was also running routines through the 24th floor and 16th to test the firewalls and security protocols. “Your the top weapons expert and hand to hand combat trainer on the team Sue.”

“I'm pretty good with a gun myself,” Rocket joked and gripped his erection in his pants. Sue rolled her eyes.

It was true she was. “But I've already trained the X-Men, the Avengers, the Inhumans, The YOUNG Avengers, the New Warriors and FUCKING Alpha Flight.” She crossed her arms, and felt a small furry hand grope her right ass cheek. She flung Rocket against the wall. “Can't Ben or Johnny take it this time.”

Reed shook his head as he tapped. “They're both off today. We’re on call Sue. Your better with firearms then I am.” She was about to wallop Reed, but he took a call from Hank Pym and began walking away.

“FINE!” Sue walked over towards the door. “Let's go,” she waited hands crossed not looking back at the rodent. She heard him scamper. Sue went to the elevator. Rocket followed, his fluffy tail wagging like a dog. Reed Richards walked by as the elevator slid shut. Had he looked in even a moment, he'd see Rocket's hand on Sue's ass, and Sue rolling her eyes in annoyance.

They stopped on the advanced training floor 34E, above the Projection room, map room, conference room and the Rocket control room. It was really only half a floor because on the other side was upper part of the Negative Zone portal (DUH DUH DUH). There was a firing range and several stress courses. Some sued real robots and some used holographic assailants. There was an “armory” in the back where weapons,explosive and ammo were stored. Even a gun cleaning room. Sue had become a marksman over the years. She thought it best to train hard with both marital arts and weapons. You can't rely on your powers all the time, she would say. Hawkeye trained her to shoot, and Iron Fist trained her to fight. Some of the best in the world.

Rocket eagerly followed, trying to grope her ass the whole way. She kept slamming him into walls with her powers. She used her powers to open the armory and pulled out a number of large black Halliburton cases. She walked quickly to the firearms range. It had a distance of 50 yards. Not great for long range sniper weapons, but Sue didn’t practice with those. She walked over to the console and began to type in a number of things. The two hadn't said one word. Rocket wasn't sure what to say just yet. But his nose picked up her scent. It was stronger now that when she had first seen him.

A duffel bag floated into the room, and it unzipped itself. Two large black boots came out and plopped in front of Susan. “Don't put on the boots Barbie.”

Susan turned to him. “Why?”

“You got sexy feet.” He looked down at her white toes.

Sue chuckled. “Whatever,” she walked over to the table and used her fields to bring several weapons from the pack. “We have 32 Joule, a 45 Joule and a 75 Joule” she ran her hands on the guns, smallest to largest. “If I'm not mistaken the Guardians use Xandarian sidearms. The ammo clicks in like any other magazine, but Reed's design allows for 'stun', 'shock' or a concussive blast. You can knock em out but you won't kill them.” She pointed to the firing point, where there was spot for ammo, a small metal table that slid out of the firing wall. “You can jump up there.” She then grabbed a console from another firing point and swung it towards her. The targets, all shaped like insectoid aliens (Annihilation Style....) buzzed to life and moved closer. “Now get you cock out and we'll go over the safety rules.”

Rocket hoped up, and then stopped. What had she just said. He watched a box float from the bag, it was a tin of Altoids. The metal box opened and a small cigarette came out with a lighter. The cigarette flew towards Susan's mouth, and the lighter followed. Without using her hands she manipulated the lighter and puffed on the cigarette. She took a deep drag and held in the smoke. Rocket was just watching. Still thinking if he had heard what she said. It had all happened so fast and she was speaking so fast. Was it a slip.

“Point guns down range,” she continued, pulling the cigarette from her mouth and blowing smoke out. “Treat all guns as if loaded. Never point guns at anyone you don't intend to harm, and never put your finger on the trigger until your ready to shoot.” She nodded looking at the rules on the wall. “No food, beverages, phones, cameras or smoking tobacco in here.”

“HEHEHE!” The wily little runt laughed. “You're smoking right now Barbie,” but eve as he said it his fine tuned nose picked up the scent of marijuana.

“This isn't tobacco,” Sue answered and began to load the guns with laser clips. “Do everything I say down here rodent.”

“Yes Ma'am Captain Barbie!” He saluted her. He was intrigued. She had her own naughty secrets. “Anything you say?”

Sue turned, her eyes glazed and red. She sat on the end of the metal table with the guns, and she smoked the weed in her hand. Her long left leg crossed over her right, and she bobbed her dainty little barefoot for him to see. “Then why isn't your cock out!” Rocket's eyes popped open and his ears moved, his tail wagged, and his dick pushed against his suit. Sue walked towards him. She was leering at his manhood beneath his suit. She reached over and gripped it softly. “If we're doing this, I'm sucking that cock first.” She leaned in and his head was at the perfect height for them to kiss. She rubbed his dick slowly. She sucked in his tongue, and reached down past his belt and down into his pants. She moved beneath his small boxers and reached in to grip his dick.

The Invisible Woman had thought about sucking Rocket's cock since New Years Eve. It's kind all she thought about. She hadn't even had a chance to look at that member that had given her such a great orgasm. The best in a long while. Hell, she hadn't even had sex SINCE then.

When she had woken up she expected a quite morning, a workout, and then to go over paperwork for the Foundation, and probably get called out to fight some C-list dumbass. Then get caught up in some “team-up” with Spidey or the Avengers. But the minute she saw Rocket, she knew one thing...Susan Storm was getting laid.

Sue sank to her knees, resting on her sexy feet. Rocket sat on the end of the ammo table. He got a great view of her ass on those feet n the metal wall that reflected her backside. As she dropped her took his suit pants with her. His small gray boxers barely held in the thing that was poking up, straining to be free. She reached up and eagerly pulled his boxers down. His thick pink fleshy raccoon cock popped up and bounced and she took it in for the first time. It looked like a fat thick hot-dog about 10 inches long, even with the twisty little flesh at the top. The first thing she did, which surprised Rocket was to take a deep inhale. “OHHH YEAAAH!” She sounded like him. “Mmmmmm,” her eyes closed. “Do you always smell so good.”

Truth is, he hadn't showered in days. It was his musk, and she was transfixed by it. He groaned when her white human hand went up to grip his base above his furry brown and white balls. He groaned in delight again as her warm tongue came up and ran along his shaft. It tasted like it looked, Sue thought. Who doesn't love a good hotdog. Her tongue came up and she slapped it around the twisty and of his dick. “Ooooooooo FUCK BARBIE!” He grumbled. Her head moved up, and then she sank it down, sucking in his dick, and using her tongue on his shaft as she slid down. IT was like Half-world heaven for this mangy little jackass.

Rocket Raccoon soon found out something only one human on Earth knew. Susan Storm-Richards, the Invisible Woman, could suck a mean dick. She did just that and bobbed her head on his pole. Slurping and popping noised filled and echoed in the room. Rocket laid back as his dick was worked to perfection. He noted a camera in the corner. He didn't even care one bit, and gave the thumbs up.

Sue came up off his dick and began jerking his cock with her hand. Her tongue slid down his shaft. “I wanna taste your balls,” she cooed. And she did. They were musky, furry, and salty. She sucked the right on in, and then the left, then she sucked both in, and kept pumping his cock. Rocket looked down to see his balls swirling in her mouth like a chipmunk with nuts in its cheeks. She popped them out and he yelped from the pain and pleasure of it all.

Rocket watched the zipper of her suit roll down over her tits, exposing a white sports bra. She came up and kissed him, jerking his dick with her right hand, and her bra popped off of its own accord. It flew back behind her. She had taken the top half of her uniform off in mere seconds, and her bouncy tits were out. Rocket's furry little paw reached up and twisted the right nipple. They still kissed passionately. Susan next pushed her tits onto his cock, and she pulled the large breasts apart with her hands, and placed his cock in the crevice between her tits. Her hands pushed her tits around the pink dick, and she began moving her chest up and down.

“SHIT BARBIE!” Rocket's head was rolling back. Rocket Raccoon was getting the tit fucking of a life from Susan Richards, the Invisible Woman. She wasn't done, and she reached for his head and pulled him to her mouth, shoving her thick tongue into his snout. Her other hand gripped his small furry balls and squeezed. His body was bending, but it only made his dick push against her body more. It was too much, and he stopped the kiss. “FUCK BARBIE!” He growled baring his teeth as his cock burst between her tits, showering her neck with gray cum. She didn't care one bit she was being covered in cum. She kissed his snout and his furry cheek, feeling the hot seed splash under her chin and pour onto her boobs. His cock spurted some more, and finally it was spent, some bubbling cum dribbling over her breasts. She pulled her tits off his dick and it spurted one last time right in her forehead. She just laughed. Rocket had to sit back against the wall that separated the firing lines, where the ammo table was connected to. Sue rubbed his furry head as he caught his breath.

The Altoids tin box flew up and opened. Two actual cigarettes came out. One flew into Rocket's mouth. A flying lighter zipped with flame and moved towards him, helping him light the smoke. “I thought no smokes?”

Sue laughed. “Cameras and alert systems are off dumbass.” She stood up, and scooped cum off her tits, dripping it into her mouth. Just like hotdog. She cleaned as much as she could, but felt it begin to cake. Oh well, she though. More would be coming (HAHAHA! GET IT). She kept her top off, but walked over to the guns. “Let's shoot some fucking guns.” She pulled the ear buds out of her ears and placed them on the table. She called to the device to play Metallica. The room filled with sounds and guitars and drums.

Around 1PM, upstairs in the robotics lab Reed Richards decided it was time to check in from his lab. He gabbed a console and called up the room. The face of Rocket Raccoon greeted him. He looked disheveled and sweaty, which is NOT good for a raccoon, they sweat from hands and feet and drooling. A raccoon sweating as such is bad news. It means dehydration.

“Hey Professor,” Rocket grunted. His face filling the screen.

“How goes it Rocket,” Reed asked, not looking at the screen, but tinkering with a new HERBIE he was creating for deep pressure dives. One he could remotely control. It would revolutionize deep dives in the ocean and on other planets.

“Good Professor,” Rocket always called him that. Technically he WAS a professor. “Your wife is really working me over down here.”

“Listen to Susan,” Reed nodded. “She's more an expert than she lets on.”

“She's amazing,” Rocket said and moved the console so Reed could view Susan. She was reaching forward with guns in both hands. He only saw her back in that Foundation workout costume. A little tight for firearms. She had on shooting goggles, always the safety coordinator as well. He watched his wife's body lurch forward and she grunt ed and then fired. It happened several more times. Rocket swung the view to the target. She had a perfect grouping in the center of the target.

Reed was content and let them be. He went back to tinkering. He should be glad he turned off the camera.

Seconds later, Rocket attempted to swing the feed to show Sue's bare ass.

Above his head, a few floors up, his wife was kneeling on a Halliburton case, buck naked from the waist down. Her stomach was laying on the thick metal ammo Behind him, Rocket was buck naked from the waist down as well slamming his cock into Reed's wife.

Sue was trying to concentrate, but Rocket didn't just have a dick, he had a rhytmn. Rocket Raccoon could fuck. He held her hips and thrust with an animals speed. “Uh...Uh....UH.” Sue grunted feeling his cock bury into her hard. She fired on target. But she was close again, and he kept pounding at her pussy harder and harder. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!” She moaned, and fired a round that went way wide as she came on Rocket's dick. Her feet came up and tapped his ears as she came. It happened in this odd position.

He spanked her ass. “HEHEHE! You suck when you cum!”

“FUUUUUCK YOU RAT!” Sue sighed disappointed. She bent back, best she could, and pulled his head to kiss him. His cock slipped out, because they couldn't quite reach with his height. She pulled off and looked at him as she rubbed his furry head. “Let's see you do better.”

An hour later, Reed wanted to check on them again. He was now in the business offices. Reed still had duties, though Sue was supposed to cover some of the paperwork. He called down, and Rocket again answered. He was dripping sweat. He rubbed his matted fur. Reed was getting concerned. “She's working you too hard I think Rocket.”

“Your telling ME Professor.” Rocket responded. His brow was furrowed. There was a look of concentration, concern, and pain, and something else. His face rocked back and forth. Reed asked how the guns were working with the ammo. “I”m getting the hang of it.” Rocket responded and swung the camera so Reed could see him holding a firearm, the 75 Joule, the big gun. He was pointed down range and firing, his body thrusting quite like Sue's was. “FUCK BARBIE!” Rocket looked down off camera. “YOUR WIFE CHEATS REED!”

An assistant came in, to sign some legal documents, and Reed left Rocket and Sue alone once again.

Above his head, Susan, his wife was lying on her back. Rocket Raccoon was standing above her, trying his best to shoot the targets, but Sue's “goddamn bombs” as he called them were squeezing his dick. She was giggling pushing her tits over her cock, and licking his shaft. He was short enough for this to work perfectly, and his balls dangled above her. She sucked one in and pumped his dick with her hand. Rocket still hit the target. “Your gonna cum furball,” she taunted him.

“SHUT IT BARBIE!” He kept firing on target.

“I can feel your balls tensing up furball,” she laughed sucking on them. She had to win. She couldn't let this little bitch beat her in her home field. “You wanna cum on my face,” she said in a sultry tone.

Rocket did just that a second later. “FUUUUCK!” His knees went week and his dick dropped right onto her tits, he leaned forward to finish his rounds off trying to concentrate as he came. Sue rolled her head and back on the floor so she could look behind her as he fired the next few shots. His cock was squirting and spewing as Rocket was spraying and praying. His first jet hit Sue's open nostril. Rocket's shots were on target.

“SHIT!” Sue shouted. Her open mouth then filled with another shot, this one from Rocket's little rocket. Gray cum filled her mouth. Sue's head settled on the floor. “SHIT!” She said realizing she'd lost. She didn't just lose, she got covered in cum.

“HEHEHE!” Rocket blew the smoke from the tip of his gun as his cock kept spraying loads onto Sue's annoyed face. She crossed her arms and just waited. She felt some small spurts on her neck and then her tits. “You done?” She looked up, covered in raccoon cum.

An hour later, Reed was in the chemistry lab. He'd forgotten Sue was still down there. They'd been down there a bit. Reed called down not looking. IT was Susan who answered. She seemed to be concentrating now herself. “You guys are going at it hard down there aren't you,” Reed said in the understatement of the year.

“We're almost done darling,” Sue wasn't looking at the screen. Reed could see her firing two guns. Rocket was laying against her, they where sitting on the floor. He was firing two guns as well. “This little shit is going down.” Sue gritted her teeth. Reed turned off the camera, and went about creating a new kind of glue that would be colorless.

Downstairs, Sue was sitting on Rocket's tail. She was fucking her wet pussy along his fluffy tail. She had to 'cum' or it wasn't fair. Her legs were wrapped around Rocket, her sexy feet pumping Rocket's dick. Sue had found out quickly that Rocket's little balls filled up quickly, and he was 'ready to rock' five minutes after cumming. She wondered if that was the key to his grumpy demeanor. “Uhhhh,” Sue moaned, but tried to fight it. “No....no...” She was trying to stop from cumming, but his stupid fucking tail was twitching, and she suspected he was doing it unpurpose. “Stop it...you're cheating.” But her wet walls washed over her furry tail, and she was too close to stop. “OOOOOHHHHHH! FUUUUCCCK!” She tensed and her pussy spasmed, and leaked all over his fur. Her shots were off, once again.

“HEHEHE!” Rocket said, still holding fast, even as her feet fucked his pole.

“YOUR A FUCKING DICK!” She dropped her guns, reached around and began pumping his dick with both hands and her feet. She gripped his balls and rolled them with her left hand. “You’re gonna fuck up RAT.” She taunted, but he wasn't. She was pumping him hard, knowing he was close to coming. As the first spurt dribbled out, she leaned close and bit his ear.

“YEEEOOOW!” Rocket's head went to the side from the pain, and shock. His cock was spurting like a hose, cum splashing on the gray pavement. “BITCH!” He shouted, but to Sue's utter shock, he hit the target dead on as he fired.

Sue was actually impressed, she was whipping raccoon cum from her hand as she stood up. “You're good with a gun,” she laughed repeating his lewd words.

An hour later, Reed walked by the living quarters of the Baxter Building, he was going to work on fixes to the two larger Fantasticars, and probably the time sleds. He saw Sue strapping up tan wedge heels. She had on a white sundress with red flowers all over it. “Going to get some drinks with Rocket,” Sue said as she moved quickly.

Drinks at 4PM? Reed thought better than to judge her. She could turn it on you like that. Besides, good relations with other teams was beneficial. “Did he do well?” Reed asked.

“Did I?” Rocket laughed, he was eating a sandwich.

Sue crossed her arms. “ASS.....HOLE!” She pointed to the framed target by the front door. “FUCKER MADE ME FRAME IT!”

Reed inspected the target. “He got inside YOU?” The words caused both Sue and Rocket to turn stone white, but his stressing of YOU was slight off. “His groupings are inside YOURS? I thought you were the best besides Hawkeye?”

“Maybe on Earth,” Rocket munched his sandwich.

“FUCK OFF!” Sue shot him a angry glance.

Rocket was using the 75 Joule with the larger rounds, so Sue's must have been the smaller ones, Reed surmised. He pointed to the shots outside the middle grouping of shots. “Lost concentration.” Reed nodded, “or pulling the trigger to hard.”

“Both, HEHEHE,” Rocket taunted rubbing his head.

Sue wanted to throw him out the window for his bragging. He was such a little shit.

“Aren't you hungry as well Susan,” Reed asked.

Sue patted her stomach as she stood up. “Nah...I'm full darling.” She cut the rodent's voice-box, because she knew he'd laugh.

Reed took another look. “You two are QUITE compatible.” He uttered noting their similar groupings and almost identical shots. “I'd like to see how you do together under stress.”

Rocket's voice returned in time to blurt out. “She put me under some stress Professor.”

“I'll bet, you looked like you went through a lot. Sue you need to know he's a smaller being, needs to hydrate more than we do,” he told her. Reed walked out of the room and towards the hangar bay. He walked down the hall to the private elevators, but realized he'd left his roll out, paper thin laptop with his schematics in the living room. He walked back and passed the public elevators which were closing. Had her turned his head, he'd have seen Rocket's hand up the back of Sue's dress as she stood rolling her eyes with her arms crossed.

Later that night, Hank Pym was working on the programming of a modified version of the Fantasticar with Reed in the Baxter Building hangar bay. They were going to give a larger one to the Avengers, since their team had more members. Sue was eventually going to drive it over, as she occasionally was part of the team (SEE LAST ISSUE...IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO READ).

“Where's Sue,” Hank finally asked, moving to go under the lifted Fantasticar.

“She's out with Rocket Raccoon, they had a train the trainer session for the new non-lethal space ammunition I developed.” Reed stated as he connected his computer to the car so he could program it correctly. Hank and Janet had previously went through a session with Susan a week ago. While he worked, Reed commented, “Rocket is surprisingly adept with a gun.”

Reed's words were almost poetic as down on the West Side Highway, on Pier Four, the normally quite warehouse that once housed the Fantastic Four, was seeing use once again. Had anyone walked down the pier at that moment, they'd see candle lights on in the master bedroom.

“OH GOD! OH GOD!” Sue moaned moving slowly, gyrating her hips down onto Rocket's raccoon cock. She was on top, straddling him, her legs on the sides of his small furry legs. She still wore the sexy tan wedge heels in the marital bed she now shared with her furry lover. “I'm cumming,” she moaned softly, staring into the dark eyes of the raccoon, showing him her “O” face, as her body shook, a wonderful orgasm rippling through her core. Her pussy was drenching his fur with her juices, at this point he smelled more like her sex than his own musk.

Rocket looked up at her. “You suck when you cum Barbie,” he taunted.

“FUCK YOU!” Sue bent down and grabbed his head and kissed him feeling his rough tongue on hers.

Uptown, at the Baxter Building, in the Hangar Bay, Reed was still talking about Rocket's amazing abilities. “He's better than Susan,” he added. He added that the two worked very well together. Maybe Sue could learn from him. “He never misses it seems,” Reed added as he programmed the Fantasticar.

Again, his words rang true down on Pier Four, as in his former marital bed, Rocket Raccoon, was pumping his cock inside Reed's wife from behind, spanking her ass. “FUCK ME YOU RODENT!” Susan shouted. “FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!” She begged, another orgasm overtaking her. The bed was drenched by now.

Rocket puffed on a Cuban cigar Sue had brought, and gripped her blonde hair. He pumped his entire meat until his balls slapped her stomach and then he came deep inside her. “I never miss,” he blew out smoke with a smile.

An hour later, Sue walked into the living quarters of the Baxter Building with a smile on her face. Ben Grimm and Johnny were on the couch and watching the news. TMZ was on, so it wasn't really news. “Hey Susie,” Ben called. “Your dating Rocket!” He laughed. Sue stopped in her tracks, but again, the way he stressed his words was odd. Ben pointed to the TV. A video of Sue having a drink at a bar with Rocket was on. The reported asked if they were dating. Sue laughed. “In his dreams.”

Reed was walking by looking at his computer, heading to another lab (get it...the guy isn't paying attention to his wife).

But the rumor mill already started. Sue just brushed it off. “They''ll say and print anything won't they.”

Johnny now chuckled. “How would that even work? Like Rocket couldn't....I mean he doesn't”

Reed stopped, looked at the TV, and answered in a serious tone. “Actually, it would work just fine. Rocket is a healthy male specimen, and Sue's cosmically infused DNA isn't like other humans. Skrulls and Kree can interbreed, as well as Inhumans and humans, humans and Skrulls, and so on and so forth.” He nodded to himself at his own research. “In fact, its statically likely that such a union could produce.....”

Ben Grimm shut his buddy up. “Way to make everyone uncomfortable Reed.” He pointed to a stone face, white as a ghost Sue. “You made Sue sick. HA!”

“I was just commenting on interbreeding of unique species and cosmically powered or mutated beings,” Reed kept walking. “Nothing specific to anyone...my apologies.”

Johnny turned to the TV, and TMZ showed Spiderman making out with Felicia Hardy AGAIN. “Peter's a dead-man.”

Ben Grimm laughed. “He's always got his excuses.”

Susan still hadn’t moved. Reed's words echoed in her head. Sue's pussy was literally filled and dripping with Rocket's raccoon cum. She was trying to cover it with her fields but their was so much. And Susan wasn't on birth control. For the first time, she thanked the gods no one paid attention to her when she blurted out.....

“OHHHHH SHIIIIIIIT!”

Rocket and Sue will return in Episode 4: Rocket DEFEATED!