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The transformation was nearly complete as the neural collar hummed against his fur, the fiery defiance that once defined Rocket Raccoon was being systematically dismantled. In it's place grew a hollow, desperate obedience that stripped the galactic hero of his dignity, leaving him as little more than a needy puppy for his captor's own primal needs.

Though other values the raccoon processed was not lost on The canine alien crew of The Night Hound as they had made sure not to delete his brilliant mind entirely. His tactical genius and memories were still of value to someone or something somewhere, and were being archived by their technology to be preserved even as his physical form was used as a dirty sex doll by the crew.

By now his obedience had increased to 70%, just 30% away from irreversible mental reprogramming which would finalize his transition from legendary Guardian to high-end black market sex puppy. Having moved through the lower decks, Rocket was finally brought to the bridge for an audience with the captain himself.

Vane Stryker sat in his command chair, watching with a malicious grin as the once-rebellious raccoon crawled toward him on his hands and knees with his fur matted with cum, and his eyes void of intelligence as he looked around for his next use. Rocket's obedience level was high enough that his neural interface cable was unhooked, leaving him free to move about as needed.

Vane sat back unpacking his already hard canine cock, eager to make a furry fleshlight out of the hero who had caused his business dealings trouble in the past. With a sharp gesture, he commanded Rocket to climb into his lap and present himself. He even permitted his bridge guards to partake in the session, relishing the total humiliation of the former hero.

The captain growled with predatory satisfaction as he forced his way into Rocket. He held the smaller body firmly, thrusting with a brutal rhythm that served as much as a lesson in dominance as it did for pleasure. "Yeah, you're gonna make quite a bit of Cred for me and the boys," Vane panted, his breaths heavy as he thrusted harder and faster before finally pushing his knot inside. Giving a few more frantic thrusts he let out loud grunt before unloading into the hero turned fuck toy. "Ah, Fuck. As much I'd love to just mark you as property of The Night Hound, you're worth too much on the market.," the captain said just as his guards also unloaded their own sticky deposits across Rocket's body.

"Alright, boys. Hook this slut back up and finish the training. We’re dropping him off at Sunder-Station next cycle." But before the guards could secure their prisoner, a violent explosion rocked the hull, nearly throwing Vane from his seat. The alarms of The Night Hound began to wail. "The fuck was that?" Stryker roared, snapping his attention toward the viewscreen. "Are we under attack?"

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Could it Be? A Potential Rescue? More torment? Or just a momentary distraction? You decide!

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