Guardians of the Zone: Mission to Varnax: Issue 5 Butts and Blowjobs

The Starlight dropped from warp into the edge of the Distortion Zone, her hull groaning under the strain of transition. Alarms chirped, but were soon silenced by Yolo’s swift hands at the console. The view from the main deck was chaos incarnate.

There it was—The Ravager’s Wail—a behemoth of jagged metal and ancient tech, its hull now torn by fire and gunfire. Smoke curled into the strange starless sky of the Negative Zone. The ship was bleeding fire from a dozen wounds. Figures danced across its surface—pirates locked in feral combat, limbs flying, blasters roaring.

“Looks like someone beat us to the punch,” Rocket muttered, loading up his quad-blasters. He tossed a spare to Groot. “Let’s go say hello.”

They launched from the Starlight’s cargo hatch into open space. In the Negative Zone’s odd atmosphere, they floated without the need for suits, drifting toward the burning ship with practiced ease. The vacuum wasn't true; here, sound and breath persisted like echoes in a dream.

They landed hard on the twisted outer deck of the Wail, debris crunching beneath their boots. Around them, bodies floated—some twitching, others eerily still—caught mid-**** by the lightless gravity.

Groot’s branches shifted into long spears as he charged forward. Rocket veered the other way, heading for the lower decks. The fighting raged through corridors splattered with plasma burns and blood.

Down below, the lighting flickered as Rocket moved deeper into the Wail’s bowels. He rounded a corner and came face to face with Ghostskin, his veins glowing fiercely with rage.

“Well well, the raccoon returns,” Ghostskin hissed, his weapon already raised.

Rocket growled. “I’m not a raccoon. I'm the guy who's gonna ruin your day.”

They clashed in an explosive duel, energy bolts searing past, metal shrieking.

Ghostskin was faster than Rocket expected—his blade nearly scoring Rocket's chest before the Guardian ducked and fired a scatterburst.

Then—a shot rang out.

Ghostskin gasped. A bolt burned clean through his chest from behind. He fell forward, crumpling.

Rocket blinked into the flickering darkness. “Who’s there?”

A familiar voice, sultry and bold, cut through the chaos:

“Someone who loves you.”

Rocket’s eyes widened and cock hardened as Susan stepped into the light, wearing a modified version of her pirate garb—more armored now, sleek and black with red accents, still combat-sexy but hardened. Her hair was still black and tied up, the sides buzzed down.

He rushed to her and jumped on a metal crate and grabbed her arms and they embraced fiercely. They kissed like only two people who’d survived separation and fire could—raw, wild, and full of relief.

“You changed your hair,” he said as they pulled apart, smirking.

Sue blushed, “You didn’t even recognize me.” She ran a hand through her black hair.

“I was a little busy with Mister Vein-Pop there.” Rocket laughed.

Sue began to move. “Shut up and help me torch this place.”

They fought their way up through the ship, slicing through the remnants of the crew. Vorkarr, drunk on fury and plasma rounds, stood tall on the bridge, shouting commands to dead men.

Sue fired two bolts into his chest before he could turn. “That’s for the collar, krakhead.”

The captain fell with a gurgle, and the ship moaned under them. She triggered the ship’s self-destruct from the command panel—something she’d wired days ago in secret.

They blasted off the Ravager’s Wail just as it burst into a fireball, collapsing in on itself with a roar that thundered even in the vacuum of the Zone.

Back on the Starlight, Groot and Yolo helped them aboard.

Rocket stalked the deck angrily, tail twitching. “All that loot. Blown to dust.”

Sue grinned and tossed him a pouch.

Rocket caught the pouch. “What’s this?”

He opened it—dozens of chip drives, each glowing faintly.

“Every treasure drop point Vorkarr had. I took them during the heists.” She nodded with a smile.

Rocket’s eyes lit up. “I love you so kriffing much.”

She leaned in close. “Good. Because I’m going to need you for the next week. Our room. Lock it. And no one—no one—bothers us.” Her hips swayed as she walked up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Rocket smirked and barked at the crew. “Anyone knocks on that door gets spaced. That clear?”

Groot saluted. “I am Groot.”

Yolo raised a brow. “Noted. I’ll reroute the comms.”

And with that, Sue and Rocket vanished into the ship’s main quarters, the doors sealing tight behind them.

Inside the room Rocket hoped on a seat sliding at Sue so they could kiss. His black pawed hand holding her hair, his dark tongue swirling with her human one. Rocket ripped open the buttons of her corset. He then did the same with her white puffy shirt. Finally after ripped through a bra, her heavy tits popped free. The horny rodent ran his snout right to her left nipple.

"Happy to see me or my tits?" Sue joked rubbing his ears as he sucked her tits. His clawed hands held up her left large boob and he suckled her nipple hard. He moved fast and grabbed the dagger she held in her waist band. The little fuck tore her skirt at the left leg and it fell. Susan stood now, shirt all ruffled and her black panties showing attached to her brown leather stockings.

He clicked his fingers. "Bend over and get them panties off Blondie! It's been over a day!"

Sue slid her panties off down to her boots. She bent over the desk littered with written plans and digital maps. She laughed. "You know it has been like three months for me!"

"Three months without dick Blondie," Rocket chuckled unzipping his own jumpsuit trousers while standing on the chair. He flipped down his underwear and held his eager cock. He got behind Sue and rubbed his cock on her pussy lips.

"Umm....yeah....about that...." Sue blushed. Time to tell him about how she..."oooohhh shit!" Sue groaned falling forward. With no warning or foreplay, Rocket had slid his cocktip into her tight ass.

"So they got my pussy!" He taunted shoving another inch in her ass. "They get my ass?"

"Never," Sue admitted, her breasts fell onto the desk. Rocket slid more cock up her ass. He pulled a little back and then shoved more in. An inch out. Two in. One out. Then three in.

"Say it!" Rocket demanded spanking her ass. It wasn't a fun spanking. A punishing spanking. Sure she gave up her pussy. But this was his. "SAY IT!" He slapped it harder.

Sue Storm-Richards eyes were crossed. She shouldn't be cumming but she was. From anal sex. "My ass is yours baby. Only yours!" She cooed. She felt his balls slap her stomach. He was impaling her ass on his dick. He spanked her again. "Ohhhh god!" She moaned her eyes white and rolled, face flush. Tongue wagging out. Her pussy poured her juice on the floor. She came so hard her ass squeezed. She felt the cock flood her ass.

"That a girl," Rocket teased rubbing her ass cheek. "Milk my shit with that ass!" He pulled his cock out with a "pop". He spanked her ass. "Get dem clothes off an into that jacuzzi!" He pointed. "You fuck a bunch of pirates you sucking the shit off my dick!" He laughed.

There was no shit on his dick. And she'd only fucked ONE pirate. Still, she disrobed and followed instructions. Her ass red from spanks swayed as she worked. She made him a drink as the hottub filled with warm water. She sipped wine and cut a cigar for Rocket who sat nude on the side of the tub. Then she got in the tub. The girl wasted no time, going right to his cock with her mouth tasting the remanants of her own ass. Secretly loving it all.

"No pussy sex for you this week," Rocket said pulling on her ponytail to yank her head up. "Got it toots!"

Sue nodded.

"Say it!" Rocket slapped her face with his dick.

"No pussy sex for me," Sue obliged and sucked the cock next her face. She sucked and kissed it. "I dont deserve it." She admitted. "Only my ass." She sucked down his entire shaft cleaning it. She pulled off. "I'll clean your cock with my mouth every time!" She promised.

Rocket puffed his smoke, enjoying the blowjob. "Good...I like a clean cock!" He blew smoke in her face and slapped her. "Little slut."

Sue should be mad. She wasn't. She was excited for the week. She was...after all...a little slut.

For the next seven days, the Starlight drifted silent through the Zone.

The Starlight hummed with quiet stability as it coasted through the calmer sectors of the Negative Zone. Days of calm were rare, and rarer still was peace aboard the ship. But after a week of complete radio silence from the Captain’s quarters, the crew had resumed light duties—quietly, respectfully, and occasionally with a knowing smirk.

The sealed door to the master bedroom hissed open.

Susan Storm-Richards—co-captain, ex-Fantastic Four, wanted fugitive and pirate infiltrator—stepped barefoot into the corridor wearing one of Rocket’s oversized shirts, a worn pair of gray sweatpants rolled at the waist, and nothing else. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few black-dyed strands framing her tired but content face.

As she padded into the common area, Groot glanced up from his maintenance check near the starboard conduit. His voice was deadpan, dry as sandpaper.

“I am Groot?”

Sue stretched, arms reaching above her head with a faint groan. “Still recovering. I wouldn’t knock on that door unless you want to lose a limb.”

Groot blinked, then nodded solemnly. “I am Groot.”

Sue made her way to the galley and tapped the machine with a flick of her finger. The caf-dispenser hissed to life, pouring thick black coffee into a mug labeled "I’ve saved the universe, what’s your excuse?" She took a sip, sighed, and headed toward the central console where Yolo was already working.

He didn’t look up. “Good to see you vertical again, Barbie.”

"You don't call me that," Sue reminded him sternly. She then smirked. “Still mad we didn’t invite you to the staycation?”

“I’m a robot. I don't get mad about many things.” he sad confused.

"Riiiiight," Sue answered looking him over.

Sue pulled a chair close and sat down cross-legged, mug in hand. “Give me a recap. I want to compare what I’ve learned to what we already know. Varnax, the orb, the chip… lay it out.”

Yolo tapped a few keys. A holographic projection shimmered into life—an array of data points, names, locations, historical clips, and red-flagged alerts. As he spoke, Sue absorbed every word.

“House Varnax is old. Pre-Zone Collapse. Monarchic hierarchy. Militant expansionists with religious undertones. Think cosmic Inquisition with better armor. Their reach is long but quiet. They use proxies—mercs, pirates, collectors. Most of their ops are covert.”

“The orb we retrieved—Varnax tech. Obvious now. A data-vault. Encoded psionically. Needed a Varnax-blood signature or someone psychically compatible. It wasn’t just currency—it was a memory vault. Stored secrets. Military plans, targets, fail-safes. That’s why they wanted it back.”

“The chip we cracked before the Esainia mission held information on their current operations: They’re building something. A machine. A world-breaking one. Location unknown, but the data’s fragmented.”

Sue took a long sip, her mind working.

“I did some digging while I was undercover. Vorkarr didn’t even realize he was carrying intel meant for Varnax. But I lifted some comm logs. The Ravager’s Wail met with a Varnax ship two months ago.”

She brought out her tome—a leather-bound, Zone-etched artifact she’d swiped from a ruined temple early in their journey. “This book’s got history. House Varnax used to rule swaths of the Zone. But their weapon, the one they’re building—it’s referenced here.”

She flipped to an entry.

“They call it the Final Sun. Not a star. A device. It eats subspace harmonics and re-aligns gravity into pure destructive wavefronts. Basically—it can collapse planets or systems by singing them out of existence.”

Yolo’s eyes widened. “Singing?”

Sue nodded. “Varnax tech is built on vibrational psionics. That’s why our scanners barely pick up their ships. That’s why their machines don’t obey Newtonian laws. They’re tuned to a different frequency of existence.”

Yolo leaned back, arms folded. “So we’ve got: A doomsday machine, a religious **** cult, and a partial map.”

“And the galaxy’s best gunslinger with a smart-ass girlfriend,” Sue added. “Don’t sell us short.”

She stood, setting down her mug. “We need to find the remaining fragments of the Varnax map. Their agents will be looking for the orb or its copies. That’s our bait.”

Yolo was already pulling up archive tags.

“There are three likely leads. An archivist on Gol-Vex IV. A black site station near the Edge of the Zone. And a collector who only trades in Varnax relics.”

Sue nodded. “Then we hit all three. Fast. Before the Final Sun rises.”

The ship buzzed softly around them as the future crystallized into plan.

From behind them, the master bedroom hissed again. Rocket emerged—shirtless, messy, grinning like a devil. “What’d I miss?”

Sue didn’t turn. “You’re late.”

Rocket slung an arm over her shoulders, unbothered. “Did ya tell them the part where we saved the day, burned the pirate ship, and had a week-long Fuckfest??”

“I’m pretty sure Groot heard.” Sue laughed

“I am Groot,” came the echo from across the room.

"We all heard," Yolo added not intending a joke.

The crew gathered.

The real fight was just beginning.