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Second chapter of Pacifiers and Plasma Rifles, Rocket finds himself taken on a little trip with the rest of the Guardians somewhere all too familiar for the raccoon, and someplace he'd not rather have him see in his current state
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“Here comes the spaceship!” Mantis playfully moved a spoon in front of a very disgruntled Rocket “Open up!
It had been an eventful morning for Rocket to say the least. After being rudely woken up and presented with what was going to be his hell for who knows how long, not being able to move on his own was icing on the cake, and that was this whole humiliating ordeal.
“Let me out of here or I’ll show you where you can put that spaceship” Rocket’s rage was soon quelled by a quick application of a gag “When I mhhmmmm!”
The Guardians picked straws on who would take care of Rocket first, and lo and behold, Mantis got the short stick. Then again the odds were never in her favor when the sticks came from Groot and she arrived later than everyone.
“If you’re going to act like that you don’t deserve this applesauce” Mantis was late to the party yet she was quick to join in on the fun “It’s not even that bad”
Aside from the plethora of baby clothes, toys, and equipment, the Guardians even had some high-quality baby food. Peter was skeptical at first, it wasn’t the baby food he knew back on earth, but it was close enough according to Drax who opted to take a bottle of what looked like applesauce to his room.
“I am not a baby!” Rocket thought to himself, pouting like some kid who had just gotten scolded by their parent “I want some real food! Not this mush!”
His legs hung a ways off the ground all while his arms flailed about with rage. The mittens and boots left him needing in the grappling department, so all he left was mashing his padded hands on the table. Rocket was nothing more than a baby having a tantrum.
“Make sure to eat your food Rocket!” Peter shouted from the cockpit “We’ve got a big day ahead of us!”
Rocket opened his mouth to shout in defiance, a cry of outrage that was soon quelled by an impromptu spoonful of applesauce-like mush. Rocket didn’t want to admit it, but the sweet stuff was growing on him. It was better than some of the drier rations they had on the ship. He was just too stubborn to admit that it was better than he initially thought.
“What do you mean a big day?” Much like any baby Rocket slammed his mittened fists on the highchair’s tabletop once more, shaking the little plastic utensils that lay there “You can’t possibly be serious in making me go out like this!”
The shop they were going to was one every Guardian knew, heck every mercenary with a lick of sense knew about it. The planet went by many names throughout the galaxy, but when Rocket and Groot were stranded there they just ought to call it what it was, the planet Strip Mall. As ludicrous as it is, the entire planet is run entirely on the mall industrial complex, importing and exporting goods from other planets and star systems. Aside from the occasional grocery here and there, the planet was also privy to some arms dealers if you know where to look for them at least.
“Oh I am serious, and you are” Peter flashed a toothy grin as he looked back from the cockpit “Not every day we’ll be bringing you out on a shopping trip”
Rocket’s eyes widened, thinking about what people were going to say. Rocket Raccoon is just a pampered baby slash pet. No longer will his name incite the image of the macho buff gun-slinging hotshot pilot and mechanic. Now all people might just remember him as the team’s goody two-shoes baby.
“Especially not like this!” Drax passed by carrying a bag of Zarg-nuts in one hand as he proceeded to laugh at Rocket’s current predicament “HAHAHAHA”
Mantis gave Drax the most incredulous stare she could. Her antennae seemed to twitch with annoyance as she saw Drax eating what seemed to be the last bag of Zarg-nuts on the ship. The bag she had so meticulously hid behind an ammo box for later.
“You better not eat all the Zarg-nuts” Mantis pointed a spoon accusingly at Drax “We don’t have much food as it stands Drax”
Mantis gave the jar of applesauce another glance before grabbing a spoonful for herself. The Milano was already running low on food, but Mantis seemed to be handling it well. All that was left on board was some rations and the aforementioned baby food. This little trip that Peter proposed the team go on was more of a grocery run than anything.
“Drax, don’t forget the harness” Gamora was sitting at the other end of the table, a whetstone in hand as she calmly sharpened her blade on it “We can’t leave the ship without it”
As everyone was dawdling about excited for their little “family” trip, Rocket had other ideas. He was determined not to go out looking like he had just gotten out of a nursery. He had a reputation to uphold after all, and going out dressed like a preschooler was not going to be a part of it. And there were people out there he would not rather see in such a state.
“We’re here!” The Milano was already docking as Peter left the cockpit “Drax can you please get our baby out of his high chair”
The Guardians often did these kinds of runs as a chore, something they knew they had to do and something they usually didn’t want to do. This was almost always done in pairs and was a loathsome task, but today was special they were all going to do it, together. Like some crazy family outing if you could even call it that.
“With pleasure, Quill” Drax turned up next to Rocket wearing the harness Gamora had reminded him of earlier “Come here!”
The harness in question was none other than a baby harness. On Drax’s front hung a tight-looking baby pouch, making Drax the destroyer look more like a maternal mutant kangaroo than anything else. Rocket’s jaw almost dropped to the floor when he realized how they would parade him around. Walking around in a diaper was one thing, but being slung around in a pouch was another matter altogether.
“Ah, you better put me down if you know what’s good for you!” Rocket was released from his prison-like high chair only to be put in another “Argh, get off of me!”
Drax was quicker than he looked as with one swift motion Rocket found himself resting against the big green man’s chest. His large pecs nestled the raccoon’s head between his bosom like they were some sort of pillows. This was the first time Rocket leaned against Drax’s chest and they were a bit better than the high chair’s plastic back.
“When I get out of here” Rocket gave a big yawn as he gave his threats “I swear I’ll…”
Rocket felt something invade his maw. And any attempt to spit it out was only met with more spittle in his mouth. Rocket couldn’t see what Peter put in his mouth but he was sure he already knew what it was. The gag’s rubbery tip forced Rocket to suckle on the pacifier gag, unable to speak, unable to shout, and unable to even take it off with the mittens still on him. The gag itself was fastened with a leather strap running along the back of his head, the binding only hidden by a large pink bonnet that Peter opted to fasten on Rocket’s head after the fact.
“None of that now, a good baby ought to keep quiet” Peter beamed with joy as he watched Rocket struggle with his pacifier gag “And we can't have you swearing all over the place too”
Rocket had been known to be a biter, and the gag seemed resistant to it. No matter how hard Rocket tried to bite down on the pacifier, its rubbery surface only seemed to bend in response. This was only met with more disgruntled grumbling from the little pampered raccoon.
“There there Rodent” Drax patted Rocket on the head, eliciting laughter from the other Guardians “I shall carry you, no need for our baby to walk on their own”
Rocket only returned the gesture with more grumbling. His grumbling slowly died down as everyone proceeded to disembark the ship. His demeanor slowly turned to awe as he couldn’t believe what shop they were about to go into. A large pastel-colored billboard shone its halogen light onto the Guardians and the Milano, bathing them in bright pinkish light. The pastel overtones were the signature of planet Strip Mall, glaring and tacky in Rocket’s eyes.
As soon as they set foot on the planet, a flurry of floating advertisements roamed overhead, showing the Guardians all the various deals within a five-hundred-mile radius. Each machine scanned the Guardians, showing off deals that catered to their every need. Yet when one scanned Rocket, it showed an advertisement for a pet shop and a baby supply shop; Baby Mall.
“Hey, we should get more diapers when we can” Peter draped an arm over Drax’s broad shoulders “Don’t know when our little baby might need a change”
The robot displaying the baby store gave Peter a pamphlet one he quickly pocketed for later. For now, their goal was their usual rounds; some ammo, some rations, and maybe a few upgrades for the Milano. Today was going to be a busy day for the guardians.
“I won’t need a change,” Rocket thought to himself, words were not coming out, however. He could only suckle on the gag as a babe would. A blush spread across his face after he realized that he had already gotten accustomed to the pacifier.
Rocket squirmed uncomfortably as they continued their trek. It had been hours since he had been rudely woken up and Rocket had yet to relieve himself. As much as he loathed the idea of using the diaper, it started to look like a sound option. As if on cue, Peter gave Rocket a glance, a wry smile across the Terran’s face. Rocket shuddered, it was as if Peter had just read his mind.
“Before we go pampering our baby” Peter patted Rocket on the head, before playfully pulling on his pacifier “Let’s go get some supplies, off to Zeren’s!”
Zeren’s was an arms dealer with branches all over the galaxy, one such branch was on Planet Strip Mall. It was nothing more than an oversized kiosk but it got the job done. Weapons from all branches are in a shared space, and as such no matter how small the shop, they can guarantee customer satisfaction.
All branches are run by the owner, Zeren; it may sound impossible, but Zeren is a hivemind after all. He had dealt with the Guardians before, both individually and as a group. Rocket had been one of his best customers, even said to be the only one mad enough to try and rob his shop’s pocket dimension on an ammo run. Rocket had earned the arms dealer’s respect, an image he did not want to tarnish with pink bows and diapers.
“We can’t go to Zeren’s” Rocket had finally loosened the gag’s strap enough that he could speak even with the pacifier in his mouth “I can’t let him see me like this!”
As much as Rocket hated Zeren, there was still the sense of pride he had been able to stare at the arms dealer he once bested. Rocket felt his knees quiver just imagining how they would react to his current state. Yet Zeren was going to the least of their worries.
“Aw and who said you had a say in where we go?” Gamora relished the idea of humiliating Rocket in front of his greatest rivals “You’re just the baby, and what we say goes”
After a quick ride on a nearby auto tram, they had finally arrived in front of the local Zeren’s Rocket spent the entire trip pouting angrily as he hung limply on Drax’s chest. He just had to get through today and he had the rest of his life to rebuild his image. That’s at least what Rocket told himself as they approached the cashier.
“Oh the Guardians, welcome!” Zeren spoke in unison, all three of his store clerks unnervingly greeting the guardians “Always happy to see paying customers”
Zeren was bright blue and covered in scales. As hive minds went, the bright blue lizard was one of the better. Less on universal assimilation and more on gouging your credit account. And as arms dealers go he was one of the more decent ones, a proper businessman, though that never stopped him from selling to almost anyone
“Zeren you old goat,” Peter grabbed the closest Zerens’ hand in a handshake “How’ve you been?!”
All three Zerens cheer in unison before the two in the back return to work. The rest of the Guardians save for Peter and Drax proceeded to browse the nearby holo-projector while they chatted. Groot especially seemed to enjoy swiping at the digital screen and looking at Zeren’s stock of weaponry, even though the walking tree rarely used firearms
“Where is Rocket that scoundrel?” The closest Zeren leaned on the counter, his eyes narrowing at the mention of the little furry Guardian “He’s not trying to break in again is he?”
Rocket tried to look away from the big blue palooka. Then again he had little in the way of hiding spots being strapped to Drax’s chest. His eyes darted from side to side looking for anything that he could cover himself with. Yet with how immobile he was everything save for his paws was all out of reach.
“Why he’s right here!” With hands on his hips, Drax proudly presented the raccoon strapped to his chest “Say hi Rocket!”
Rocket instinctively covered his face in his mitten-covered paws. As brown as his fur was, a deep red blush emanated from his face from thinking about how ridiculous he looked. He felt tears well up behind his eyes but knew better than to let Peter’s “lesson” get the better of him. He felt his lips quiver with fear, instinct taking over and forcing him to suck on the pacifier like the baby he so fervently denied to be.
“Why you’re joking right Quill?” Zeren raised an eyebrow, which was hard since he didn’t even have any being a lizard and all “This little baby can’t be the scoundrel who once raided my armory”
Oh but it was, said the little scoundrel feeling his body squirm under the scrutiny. He wanted to scream, to shout, to claw everyone’s eyes out. Rocket could nary utter a peep as he felt himself laid bare against one of his many rivals. Then again the squirming could’ve come from his still full bladder.
“Take a closer look if you don’t believe me Zeren” Peter winked at Rocket, his plan slowly dawning on the bound raccoon “I bet you a year’s worth of ammo that you’re wrong”
Peter was banking on this plan, shooting two birds with one stone. Rocket cost them their last mission, and he was sure as hell going to pay for their future ones; be it at the cost of his wallet or the cost of his dignity.
“Hmmmm” Zeren stared deeply at Rocket, eyeing him up and down before breaking out into laughter “Bwahahahahha, Rocket, what has happened to you?!”
Even more, laughter could be heard deeper in the store as the other of the Zerens broke into laughter. All over the galaxy, laughter could be heard from every one of Zeren’s shops, the sight of his greatest bane being utterly humiliated emanating from every part of the Zeren hivemind. Drax and Peer couldn’t help but smile as the unsettling unified laughter had the desired effect on their furry little compatriot.
“Fine you get your ammo,” With a dismissive wave Zeren left the Guardians to browse “Anything to see the great Rocket Raccoon humbled”
Though before he went back to work, Zeren whipped out a camera faster than any gunslinger the Guardians had ever seen. Flash after flash, images of Rocket were taken and uploaded to who knows where. Rocket’s humiliation is now immortalized in the hands of someone other than Peter Quill.
“See that Rocky?” Singsongy as Peter was at taunting Rocket, it was effective, to say the least, “Who knew you were so profitable as a baby?”
The rest of the ammo run was as jovial as one could get listing out their now free order. Jovial for the others at least as Rocket hung limp and defeated in Drax’s jumper. Rocket was so out of it that the bladder that he had been holding onto slowly emptied itself into his padded prison. He only realized his colossal mistake when he realized that the pressure building up in his groin slowly dissipated into pleasure.
Rocket tried to make as much noise as he could just to try and hide the slow hissing that came from his soon-to-be wet diaper. Though his whistling did hide the hiss of his bladder, it only drew all the more attention to him. Without nary a warning, Peter grabbed Rocket by the crotch, the wet padding dousing his already wet fur in more of his piss.
“Looks like someone finally used their diaper” Peter grinned ear to ear, not even breaking eye contact with Rocket as he spoke “Hey Zeren got a changing table?”
Rocket silently shook his head from side to side. He did not need a change, he did not use his diaper. These were the words he told himself, trying to hide his shame. He wanted to avoid giving Peter the satisfaction of putting him in a new diaper, especially not in a public place.
“No what do I look like a daycare?” Zeren has had his fun and was back at work thinking how to make up for his recent year’s worth of loss “There’s one in the Baby mall a few blocks down”
After exchanging pleasantries and delivery details, the Guardians left in a huff to get to the next shop in their schedule. Baby Mall was the kind of shop you couldn’t miss with its bright pink and yellow signs and large glass windows. You could practically see all the baby gear they sold from a mile away.
“You heard that lil’ baby” There was stillness in the air as they strode to Baby Mall “Looks like we need to get you some new diapers”
The trek felt longer than it took for Rocket, what was probably ten minutes felt like hours as he felt his soggy diaper pulled down by gravity. The squish of his diaper accentuated every minute motion. It felt even more humiliating than he expected, the uneasiness that came along with it was so strong he didn’t even notice he was suckling on the pacifier once more.
The mall loomed over the Guardians, not unlike the monolithic structures that they delved into long ago. The brightly lit baby supply store posed more of a threat now than any ancient temple, especially for the mighty Rocket Raccoon. As soon as they entered, their senses were bombarded, the scent of sickly sweet fruit wafted through the air invading every one of their noses. As Peter and the other Guardians took it all in, Rocket couldn’t help but gag.
“Welcome to Baby Mall! I am Nanny Bot” A nanny bot had come over, something not uncommon in these kinds of stores “How can I help you?!”
What was uncommon however was how the nanny bot looked. It had no legs as it hovered on a single exhaust that silently kept it afloat. It had a large metal frame with a changing table on the front. Its arms were another matter as it seemed to have six arms, each one ending with pristinely white-gloved hands. Its face was the most normal as it was a simple visor slit like you would see any drone, except it had a big pink bonnet on its head.
“Can you help us find some diapers for our baby boy?” Peter quickly got to work on getting the best credits could buy for his new baby “I don’t think his diaper can hold much more”
Angry grumbling could be heard from Rocket as Peter petted his head once more. The anger soon turned to a subtle whimpering however as the nanny bot hovered closer to inspect him. A scan here, a scan there, an occasional biomechanical hand patting his tucchus; all done to find the perfect diaper for lil’ baby Rocket.
“Would you like for me to give the baby a change?” The cold tinny voice of nanny bot rang like an old speaker as it came out “The first change is free”
One of its hands whipped out a brand new pack of diapers from the storage on its back. A clean new diaper that was probably also on sale somewhere in the store. Rocket couldn’t help but ogle the thing. If it meant he could get out of this soggy mess of a diaper, he wouldn’t mind a change. Or better yet he could make a run for it and avoid diapers altogether.
“Why I would love you to give him a change nanny bot” Condescending was one word to describe how Peter spoke, tauntingly is another “Isn’t that right Rocket? Don’t you wanna get out of those soggy diapers of yours?”
After rolling his eyes and giving a begrudging nod, Rocket was briskly pulled out of the jumper by Drax and handed over to the nanny bot. The nanny bot handled him with care like they would any toddler slash baby slash raccoon. He was gently brought over to the changing table attached to its front.
“Oh and please make sure to keep his hands and legs on the table” With one arm around Gamora, Peter looked more like a doting father the longer he stood in the store “Don’t want our little boy running out on us without anything to keep him decent after all”
Rocket barely moved up until that point, waiting for the time to run away. But as soon as he heard Peter he knew he was in trouble. The nanny bot’s visor lit up bright red, an ominous sight even if Rocket wasn’t about to be strapped to a changing table. Its hands shot at Rocket’s wrists and ankles so fast they were practically a blur. He didn’t feel anything save for the hands now keeping him in place. He was given no inch nor quarter enough for an escape.
“Affirmative!” The nanny bot’s voice dropped a few octaves, the sudden change in demeanor surprising even the other Guardians “Brat suppression mode activated”
Struggling was no use for Rocket, the nanny bot held on strongly as it began to change his diapers. First came off was the padding’s tapes, bright blue and stretched. Then after giving his bared crotch a scan, another hand came up to take away the used diaper, bundling it up before putting it into a nearby diaper pail. Rocket was in full view of anyone who looked his way and he loathed it. He felt his face redden especially when the nanny bot brought a warm towel over his crotch, cleaning it in quick deft motions, making sure there was no sign of piss until he wet himself again. Then after a quick dab of baby powder here and there, Rocket’s ass was raised and lowered onto a fresh new diaper.
As the clean diaper was closed over his crotch, Rocket couldn't help but feel relieved to be wearing something that wasn’t covered in his bodily fluids. It even felt softer than the last one. It hugged his tuchus just right, its plush interior proving to be softer than any mattress he had ever been on. Rocket hated that the first word that came to mind, however, was comfortable.
After taking back their rowdy raccoon, the Guardians set off to look around the store, finding whatever they deemed fit for their new baby. The day was lost to the Guardians as they all eagerly browsed through the store’s expensive catalog, finally ending with a haul worthy of any pampered prince.
Peter had picked out a varying array of onesies ranging from baby blue with star patterns to a poofy pink princess-themed one, all ready for Rocket to show off. Drax and Mantis had taken the liberty of procuring more baby formula, and a bit of the mushy baby food Rocket had earlier, though Peter suspected it was more for them when no one was looking. Groot and Gamora had a hard time hauling what seemed to be a large self-building playpen with a built-in crib. These purchases came from the Guardians' pockets and weighed a hefty sum. But money became no object when they thought about how Rocket would look in them.
Speaking of Rocket, he looked in abject horror and awe as all the newly acquired “gear” was loaded onto the Milano, and into his new nursery. All his old gear was loaded into the storage bay, never to see the light of day until Peter deemed Rocket no longer a baby.
“We’ve had a big day today, and looks like someone’s a bit tired” Peter took Rocket out of Drax’s pouch and swaddled the raccoon in his arms “Aren’t you Rocket?”
Rocket hated to admit it but he was feeling a bit tired, tuckered out even. He may not have lifted a single finger nor walked a single step, but all his struggling and fighting in his bindings left him a bit more tired than he expected. His eyes drooped, his head lolled, and sleep was threatening to take him.
“No, I’m not tired. I can still stay awake” Rocket’s words fell on deaf ears however as Peter produced a baby bottle from his belt “Get that away from me!”
In truth the baby bottle did hold milk, and then some. Mixed in the artificial milk formula was a special laxative Peter cooked up back in his heisting days, something to distract the occasional guard here and there. He tweaked it just enough to loosen the Raccoon’s bladder. Rocket wasn’t going to go down easy, especially with using the diaper after all.
“Nuh uh, baby needs his milkies” Peter forced the bottle’s nipple into Rocket’s maw, forcing him to suckle on the rubbery teat that lay before him “And what better time than before going off to bed?”
Not wanting to make this charade go off any longer, Rocket suckled with little to no resistance. The warm milk went down his throat like water going down a waterfall. Eagerly lapping up the milk, Rocket felt satisfied, to say the least, he hadn’t had a glass of milk in who knows how long, especially one as sweet as this.
“No, I’m not a baby” Rocket sheepishly spoke, his voice barely audible to his cohorts “I’m not a baby”
Like any other baby, he tried to fight his tiredness. To his surprise being burped wasn’t half bad either. He was hoisted over Peter’s shoulders and given a bit of a pat on the back, eliciting a few burps. Peter chuckled before putting Rocket down on his brand-new crib. The Pillows and small duvet nestled Rocket in their soft embrace all while a mobile depicting cartoon rockets and bunnies quietly moved above him. Before drifting off to sleep, a single thought crossed Rocket’s mind; I’m not a baby.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“Here comes the spaceship!” Mantis playfully moved a spoon in front of a very disgruntled Rocket “Open up!
It had been an eventful morning for Rocket to say the least. After being rudely woken up and presented with what was going to be his hell for who knows how long, not being able to move on his own was icing on the cake, and that was this whole humiliating ordeal.
“Let me out of here or I’ll show you where you can put that spaceship” Rocket’s rage was soon quelled by a quick application of a gag “When I mhhmmmm!”
The Guardians picked straws on who would take care of Rocket first, and lo and behold, Mantis got the short stick. Then again the odds were never in her favor when the sticks came from Groot and she arrived later than everyone.
“If you’re going to act like that you don’t deserve this applesauce” Mantis was late to the party yet she was quick to join in on the fun “It’s not even that bad”
Aside from the plethora of baby clothes, toys, and equipment, the Guardians even had some high-quality baby food. Peter was skeptical at first, it wasn’t the baby food he knew back on earth, but it was close enough according to Drax who opted to take a bottle of what looked like applesauce to his room.
“I am not a baby!” Rocket thought to himself, pouting like some kid who had just gotten scolded by their parent “I want some real food! Not this mush!”
His legs hung a ways off the ground all while his arms flailed about with rage. The mittens and boots left him needing in the grappling department, so all he left was mashing his padded hands on the table. Rocket was nothing more than a baby having a tantrum.
“Make sure to eat your food Rocket!” Peter shouted from the cockpit “We’ve got a big day ahead of us!”
Rocket opened his mouth to shout in defiance, a cry of outrage that was soon quelled by an impromptu spoonful of applesauce-like mush. Rocket didn’t want to admit it, but the sweet stuff was growing on him. It was better than some of the drier rations they had on the ship. He was just too stubborn to admit that it was better than he initially thought.
“What do you mean a big day?” Much like any baby Rocket slammed his mittened fists on the highchair’s tabletop once more, shaking the little plastic utensils that lay there “You can’t possibly be serious in making me go out like this!”
The shop they were going to was one every Guardian knew, heck every mercenary with a lick of sense knew about it. The planet went by many names throughout the galaxy, but when Rocket and Groot were stranded there they just ought to call it what it was, the planet Strip Mall. As ludicrous as it is, the entire planet is run entirely on the mall industrial complex, importing and exporting goods from other planets and star systems. Aside from the occasional grocery here and there, the planet was also privy to some arms dealers if you know where to look for them at least.
“Oh I am serious, and you are” Peter flashed a toothy grin as he looked back from the cockpit “Not every day we’ll be bringing you out on a shopping trip”
Rocket’s eyes widened, thinking about what people were going to say. Rocket Raccoon is just a pampered baby slash pet. No longer will his name incite the image of the macho buff gun-slinging hotshot pilot and mechanic. Now all people might just remember him as the team’s goody two-shoes baby.
“Especially not like this!” Drax passed by carrying a bag of Zarg-nuts in one hand as he proceeded to laugh at Rocket’s current predicament “HAHAHAHA”
Mantis gave Drax the most incredulous stare she could. Her antennae seemed to twitch with annoyance as she saw Drax eating what seemed to be the last bag of Zarg-nuts on the ship. The bag she had so meticulously hid behind an ammo box for later.
“You better not eat all the Zarg-nuts” Mantis pointed a spoon accusingly at Drax “We don’t have much food as it stands Drax”
Mantis gave the jar of applesauce another glance before grabbing a spoonful for herself. The Milano was already running low on food, but Mantis seemed to be handling it well. All that was left on board was some rations and the aforementioned baby food. This little trip that Peter proposed the team go on was more of a grocery run than anything.
“Drax, don’t forget the harness” Gamora was sitting at the other end of the table, a whetstone in hand as she calmly sharpened her blade on it “We can’t leave the ship without it”
As everyone was dawdling about excited for their little “family” trip, Rocket had other ideas. He was determined not to go out looking like he had just gotten out of a nursery. He had a reputation to uphold after all, and going out dressed like a preschooler was not going to be a part of it. And there were people out there he would not rather see in such a state.
“We’re here!” The Milano was already docking as Peter left the cockpit “Drax can you please get our baby out of his high chair”
The Guardians often did these kinds of runs as a chore, something they knew they had to do and something they usually didn’t want to do. This was almost always done in pairs and was a loathsome task, but today was special they were all going to do it, together. Like some crazy family outing if you could even call it that.
“With pleasure, Quill” Drax turned up next to Rocket wearing the harness Gamora had reminded him of earlier “Come here!”
The harness in question was none other than a baby harness. On Drax’s front hung a tight-looking baby pouch, making Drax the destroyer look more like a maternal mutant kangaroo than anything else. Rocket’s jaw almost dropped to the floor when he realized how they would parade him around. Walking around in a diaper was one thing, but being slung around in a pouch was another matter altogether.
“Ah, you better put me down if you know what’s good for you!” Rocket was released from his prison-like high chair only to be put in another “Argh, get off of me!”
Drax was quicker than he looked as with one swift motion Rocket found himself resting against the big green man’s chest. His large pecs nestled the raccoon’s head between his bosom like they were some sort of pillows. This was the first time Rocket leaned against Drax’s chest and they were a bit better than the high chair’s plastic back.
“When I get out of here” Rocket gave a big yawn as he gave his threats “I swear I’ll…”
Rocket felt something invade his maw. And any attempt to spit it out was only met with more spittle in his mouth. Rocket couldn’t see what Peter put in his mouth but he was sure he already knew what it was. The gag’s rubbery tip forced Rocket to suckle on the pacifier gag, unable to speak, unable to shout, and unable to even take it off with the mittens still on him. The gag itself was fastened with a leather strap running along the back of his head, the binding only hidden by a large pink bonnet that Peter opted to fasten on Rocket’s head after the fact.
“None of that now, a good baby ought to keep quiet” Peter beamed with joy as he watched Rocket struggle with his pacifier gag “And we can't have you swearing all over the place too”
Rocket had been known to be a biter, and the gag seemed resistant to it. No matter how hard Rocket tried to bite down on the pacifier, its rubbery surface only seemed to bend in response. This was only met with more disgruntled grumbling from the little pampered raccoon.
“There there Rodent” Drax patted Rocket on the head, eliciting laughter from the other Guardians “I shall carry you, no need for our baby to walk on their own”
Rocket only returned the gesture with more grumbling. His grumbling slowly died down as everyone proceeded to disembark the ship. His demeanor slowly turned to awe as he couldn’t believe what shop they were about to go into. A large pastel-colored billboard shone its halogen light onto the Guardians and the Milano, bathing them in bright pinkish light. The pastel overtones were the signature of planet Strip Mall, glaring and tacky in Rocket’s eyes.
As soon as they set foot on the planet, a flurry of floating advertisements roamed overhead, showing the Guardians all the various deals within a five-hundred-mile radius. Each machine scanned the Guardians, showing off deals that catered to their every need. Yet when one scanned Rocket, it showed an advertisement for a pet shop and a baby supply shop; Baby Mall.
“Hey, we should get more diapers when we can” Peter draped an arm over Drax’s broad shoulders “Don’t know when our little baby might need a change”
The robot displaying the baby store gave Peter a pamphlet one he quickly pocketed for later. For now, their goal was their usual rounds; some ammo, some rations, and maybe a few upgrades for the Milano. Today was going to be a busy day for the guardians.
“I won’t need a change,” Rocket thought to himself, words were not coming out, however. He could only suckle on the gag as a babe would. A blush spread across his face after he realized that he had already gotten accustomed to the pacifier.
Rocket squirmed uncomfortably as they continued their trek. It had been hours since he had been rudely woken up and Rocket had yet to relieve himself. As much as he loathed the idea of using the diaper, it started to look like a sound option. As if on cue, Peter gave Rocket a glance, a wry smile across the Terran’s face. Rocket shuddered, it was as if Peter had just read his mind.
“Before we go pampering our baby” Peter patted Rocket on the head, before playfully pulling on his pacifier “Let’s go get some supplies, off to Zeren’s!”
Zeren’s was an arms dealer with branches all over the galaxy, one such branch was on Planet Strip Mall. It was nothing more than an oversized kiosk but it got the job done. Weapons from all branches are in a shared space, and as such no matter how small the shop, they can guarantee customer satisfaction.
All branches are run by the owner, Zeren; it may sound impossible, but Zeren is a hivemind after all. He had dealt with the Guardians before, both individually and as a group. Rocket had been one of his best customers, even said to be the only one mad enough to try and rob his shop’s pocket dimension on an ammo run. Rocket had earned the arms dealer’s respect, an image he did not want to tarnish with pink bows and diapers.
“We can’t go to Zeren’s” Rocket had finally loosened the gag’s strap enough that he could speak even with the pacifier in his mouth “I can’t let him see me like this!”
As much as Rocket hated Zeren, there was still the sense of pride he had been able to stare at the arms dealer he once bested. Rocket felt his knees quiver just imagining how they would react to his current state. Yet Zeren was going to the least of their worries.
“Aw and who said you had a say in where we go?” Gamora relished the idea of humiliating Rocket in front of his greatest rivals “You’re just the baby, and what we say goes”
After a quick ride on a nearby auto tram, they had finally arrived in front of the local Zeren’s Rocket spent the entire trip pouting angrily as he hung limply on Drax’s chest. He just had to get through today and he had the rest of his life to rebuild his image. That’s at least what Rocket told himself as they approached the cashier.
“Oh the Guardians, welcome!” Zeren spoke in unison, all three of his store clerks unnervingly greeting the guardians “Always happy to see paying customers”
Zeren was bright blue and covered in scales. As hive minds went, the bright blue lizard was one of the better. Less on universal assimilation and more on gouging your credit account. And as arms dealers go he was one of the more decent ones, a proper businessman, though that never stopped him from selling to almost anyone
“Zeren you old goat,” Peter grabbed the closest Zerens’ hand in a handshake “How’ve you been?!”
All three Zerens cheer in unison before the two in the back return to work. The rest of the Guardians save for Peter and Drax proceeded to browse the nearby holo-projector while they chatted. Groot especially seemed to enjoy swiping at the digital screen and looking at Zeren’s stock of weaponry, even though the walking tree rarely used firearms
“Where is Rocket that scoundrel?” The closest Zeren leaned on the counter, his eyes narrowing at the mention of the little furry Guardian “He’s not trying to break in again is he?”
Rocket tried to look away from the big blue palooka. Then again he had little in the way of hiding spots being strapped to Drax’s chest. His eyes darted from side to side looking for anything that he could cover himself with. Yet with how immobile he was everything save for his paws was all out of reach.
“Why he’s right here!” With hands on his hips, Drax proudly presented the raccoon strapped to his chest “Say hi Rocket!”
Rocket instinctively covered his face in his mitten-covered paws. As brown as his fur was, a deep red blush emanated from his face from thinking about how ridiculous he looked. He felt tears well up behind his eyes but knew better than to let Peter’s “lesson” get the better of him. He felt his lips quiver with fear, instinct taking over and forcing him to suck on the pacifier like the baby he so fervently denied to be.
“Why you’re joking right Quill?” Zeren raised an eyebrow, which was hard since he didn’t even have any being a lizard and all “This little baby can’t be the scoundrel who once raided my armory”
Oh but it was, said the little scoundrel feeling his body squirm under the scrutiny. He wanted to scream, to shout, to claw everyone’s eyes out. Rocket could nary utter a peep as he felt himself laid bare against one of his many rivals. Then again the squirming could’ve come from his still full bladder.
“Take a closer look if you don’t believe me Zeren” Peter winked at Rocket, his plan slowly dawning on the bound raccoon “I bet you a year’s worth of ammo that you’re wrong”
Peter was banking on this plan, shooting two birds with one stone. Rocket cost them their last mission, and he was sure as hell going to pay for their future ones; be it at the cost of his wallet or the cost of his dignity.
“Hmmmm” Zeren stared deeply at Rocket, eyeing him up and down before breaking out into laughter “Bwahahahahha, Rocket, what has happened to you?!”
Even more, laughter could be heard deeper in the store as the other of the Zerens broke into laughter. All over the galaxy, laughter could be heard from every one of Zeren’s shops, the sight of his greatest bane being utterly humiliated emanating from every part of the Zeren hivemind. Drax and Peer couldn’t help but smile as the unsettling unified laughter had the desired effect on their furry little compatriot.
“Fine you get your ammo,” With a dismissive wave Zeren left the Guardians to browse “Anything to see the great Rocket Raccoon humbled”
Though before he went back to work, Zeren whipped out a camera faster than any gunslinger the Guardians had ever seen. Flash after flash, images of Rocket were taken and uploaded to who knows where. Rocket’s humiliation is now immortalized in the hands of someone other than Peter Quill.
“See that Rocky?” Singsongy as Peter was at taunting Rocket, it was effective, to say the least, “Who knew you were so profitable as a baby?”
The rest of the ammo run was as jovial as one could get listing out their now free order. Jovial for the others at least as Rocket hung limp and defeated in Drax’s jumper. Rocket was so out of it that the bladder that he had been holding onto slowly emptied itself into his padded prison. He only realized his colossal mistake when he realized that the pressure building up in his groin slowly dissipated into pleasure.
Rocket tried to make as much noise as he could just to try and hide the slow hissing that came from his soon-to-be wet diaper. Though his whistling did hide the hiss of his bladder, it only drew all the more attention to him. Without nary a warning, Peter grabbed Rocket by the crotch, the wet padding dousing his already wet fur in more of his piss.
“Looks like someone finally used their diaper” Peter grinned ear to ear, not even breaking eye contact with Rocket as he spoke “Hey Zeren got a changing table?”
Rocket silently shook his head from side to side. He did not need a change, he did not use his diaper. These were the words he told himself, trying to hide his shame. He wanted to avoid giving Peter the satisfaction of putting him in a new diaper, especially not in a public place.
“No what do I look like a daycare?” Zeren has had his fun and was back at work thinking how to make up for his recent year’s worth of loss “There’s one in the Baby mall a few blocks down”
After exchanging pleasantries and delivery details, the Guardians left in a huff to get to the next shop in their schedule. Baby Mall was the kind of shop you couldn’t miss with its bright pink and yellow signs and large glass windows. You could practically see all the baby gear they sold from a mile away.
“You heard that lil’ baby” There was stillness in the air as they strode to Baby Mall “Looks like we need to get you some new diapers”
The trek felt longer than it took for Rocket, what was probably ten minutes felt like hours as he felt his soggy diaper pulled down by gravity. The squish of his diaper accentuated every minute motion. It felt even more humiliating than he expected, the uneasiness that came along with it was so strong he didn’t even notice he was suckling on the pacifier once more.
The mall loomed over the Guardians, not unlike the monolithic structures that they delved into long ago. The brightly lit baby supply store posed more of a threat now than any ancient temple, especially for the mighty Rocket Raccoon. As soon as they entered, their senses were bombarded, the scent of sickly sweet fruit wafted through the air invading every one of their noses. As Peter and the other Guardians took it all in, Rocket couldn’t help but gag.
“Welcome to Baby Mall! I am Nanny Bot” A nanny bot had come over, something not uncommon in these kinds of stores “How can I help you?!”
What was uncommon however was how the nanny bot looked. It had no legs as it hovered on a single exhaust that silently kept it afloat. It had a large metal frame with a changing table on the front. Its arms were another matter as it seemed to have six arms, each one ending with pristinely white-gloved hands. Its face was the most normal as it was a simple visor slit like you would see any drone, except it had a big pink bonnet on its head.
“Can you help us find some diapers for our baby boy?” Peter quickly got to work on getting the best credits could buy for his new baby “I don’t think his diaper can hold much more”
Angry grumbling could be heard from Rocket as Peter petted his head once more. The anger soon turned to a subtle whimpering however as the nanny bot hovered closer to inspect him. A scan here, a scan there, an occasional biomechanical hand patting his tucchus; all done to find the perfect diaper for lil’ baby Rocket.
“Would you like for me to give the baby a change?” The cold tinny voice of nanny bot rang like an old speaker as it came out “The first change is free”
One of its hands whipped out a brand new pack of diapers from the storage on its back. A clean new diaper that was probably also on sale somewhere in the store. Rocket couldn’t help but ogle the thing. If it meant he could get out of this soggy mess of a diaper, he wouldn’t mind a change. Or better yet he could make a run for it and avoid diapers altogether.
“Why I would love you to give him a change nanny bot” Condescending was one word to describe how Peter spoke, tauntingly is another “Isn’t that right Rocket? Don’t you wanna get out of those soggy diapers of yours?”
After rolling his eyes and giving a begrudging nod, Rocket was briskly pulled out of the jumper by Drax and handed over to the nanny bot. The nanny bot handled him with care like they would any toddler slash baby slash raccoon. He was gently brought over to the changing table attached to its front.
“Oh and please make sure to keep his hands and legs on the table” With one arm around Gamora, Peter looked more like a doting father the longer he stood in the store “Don’t want our little boy running out on us without anything to keep him decent after all”
Rocket barely moved up until that point, waiting for the time to run away. But as soon as he heard Peter he knew he was in trouble. The nanny bot’s visor lit up bright red, an ominous sight even if Rocket wasn’t about to be strapped to a changing table. Its hands shot at Rocket’s wrists and ankles so fast they were practically a blur. He didn’t feel anything save for the hands now keeping him in place. He was given no inch nor quarter enough for an escape.
“Affirmative!” The nanny bot’s voice dropped a few octaves, the sudden change in demeanor surprising even the other Guardians “Brat suppression mode activated”
Struggling was no use for Rocket, the nanny bot held on strongly as it began to change his diapers. First came off was the padding’s tapes, bright blue and stretched. Then after giving his bared crotch a scan, another hand came up to take away the used diaper, bundling it up before putting it into a nearby diaper pail. Rocket was in full view of anyone who looked his way and he loathed it. He felt his face redden especially when the nanny bot brought a warm towel over his crotch, cleaning it in quick deft motions, making sure there was no sign of piss until he wet himself again. Then after a quick dab of baby powder here and there, Rocket’s ass was raised and lowered onto a fresh new diaper.
As the clean diaper was closed over his crotch, Rocket couldn't help but feel relieved to be wearing something that wasn’t covered in his bodily fluids. It even felt softer than the last one. It hugged his tuchus just right, its plush interior proving to be softer than any mattress he had ever been on. Rocket hated that the first word that came to mind, however, was comfortable.
After taking back their rowdy raccoon, the Guardians set off to look around the store, finding whatever they deemed fit for their new baby. The day was lost to the Guardians as they all eagerly browsed through the store’s expensive catalog, finally ending with a haul worthy of any pampered prince.
Peter had picked out a varying array of onesies ranging from baby blue with star patterns to a poofy pink princess-themed one, all ready for Rocket to show off. Drax and Mantis had taken the liberty of procuring more baby formula, and a bit of the mushy baby food Rocket had earlier, though Peter suspected it was more for them when no one was looking. Groot and Gamora had a hard time hauling what seemed to be a large self-building playpen with a built-in crib. These purchases came from the Guardians' pockets and weighed a hefty sum. But money became no object when they thought about how Rocket would look in them.
Speaking of Rocket, he looked in abject horror and awe as all the newly acquired “gear” was loaded onto the Milano, and into his new nursery. All his old gear was loaded into the storage bay, never to see the light of day until Peter deemed Rocket no longer a baby.
“We’ve had a big day today, and looks like someone’s a bit tired” Peter took Rocket out of Drax’s pouch and swaddled the raccoon in his arms “Aren’t you Rocket?”
Rocket hated to admit it but he was feeling a bit tired, tuckered out even. He may not have lifted a single finger nor walked a single step, but all his struggling and fighting in his bindings left him a bit more tired than he expected. His eyes drooped, his head lolled, and sleep was threatening to take him.
“No, I’m not tired. I can still stay awake” Rocket’s words fell on deaf ears however as Peter produced a baby bottle from his belt “Get that away from me!”
In truth the baby bottle did hold milk, and then some. Mixed in the artificial milk formula was a special laxative Peter cooked up back in his heisting days, something to distract the occasional guard here and there. He tweaked it just enough to loosen the Raccoon’s bladder. Rocket wasn’t going to go down easy, especially with using the diaper after all.
“Nuh uh, baby needs his milkies” Peter forced the bottle’s nipple into Rocket’s maw, forcing him to suckle on the rubbery teat that lay before him “And what better time than before going off to bed?”
Not wanting to make this charade go off any longer, Rocket suckled with little to no resistance. The warm milk went down his throat like water going down a waterfall. Eagerly lapping up the milk, Rocket felt satisfied, to say the least, he hadn’t had a glass of milk in who knows how long, especially one as sweet as this.
“No, I’m not a baby” Rocket sheepishly spoke, his voice barely audible to his cohorts “I’m not a baby”
Like any other baby, he tried to fight his tiredness. To his surprise being burped wasn’t half bad either. He was hoisted over Peter’s shoulders and given a bit of a pat on the back, eliciting a few burps. Peter chuckled before putting Rocket down on his brand-new crib. The Pillows and small duvet nestled Rocket in their soft embrace all while a mobile depicting cartoon rockets and bunnies quietly moved above him. Before drifting off to sleep, a single thought crossed Rocket’s mind; I’m not a baby.
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