It started out as them in the bedroom, their rivalry having led to some sexual tension that overflowed. Not the first time it's happened and certainly wouldn't be the last. They'd both stripped to their underwear, before getting into an argument over who gets to dom this time. Sometimes one of them was in a subby mood and willingly submitted but not this time. This time it was a battle for dominance. They looked each other over, waiting for the perfect moment to make their move. Rocket suddenly lunged at the rabbit but Blackjack was ready for it. He dodged out of the way and grabbed the raccoon, tossing him flat on his back. Rocket quickly turned over to try and get up but Blackjack pinned him down before he got the chance. Even pinned face down on the floor, Rocket remained defiant, refusing to give in. Blackjack frowned. Normally if he had an enemy pinned like this he'd snap their arm at the elbow, but he obviously couldn't do that in this case so it looked like he'd have to find some other way to make Rocket submit. The rabbit pondered his options for a moment before getting a devious idea. He adjusted his position so he was sitting on Rocket's upper back and holding his arms down with his knees. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of the raccoon's underwear in both hands, feeling the fabric in his fingers. A good quality pair for sure. He yanked up hard and fast, the underwear shooting up between Rocket's cheeks in an instant and caused a jolt of pain for the poor raccoon. Rocket yelped in pain. He didn't mean to but it happened so fast that he couldn't stop himself. The sound made Blackjack grin and he yanked again, even harder this time. Rocket only grunted this time, not wanting to give the bunny the satisfaction of another yelp. Really leaning into the wedgie, Blackjack hauled up on the undies once more. Rocket grit his teeth, his asscrack burning with pain as the fabric chafed through it. Blackjack could tell by the raccoon's clenched cheeks that the wedgie was getting to him. He told Rocket that all he had to do to make it stop was agreed to lick his ass. Rocket refused of course, flinging insults at the rabbit despite his current position. Blackjack didn't mind though, he simply adjusted his grip and grabbed the legholes of the underpants before giving several sharp yanks. Each yank sent a wave of pain through the poor raccoon's ass but he still refused to give in to Blackjack's demands. So Blackjack yanked and tugged the underwear mercilessly, ignoring Rocket's pained cries as the undies stretched higher and higher. By the time the waistband had reached the back of his neck Rocket was screaming bloody murder and the fabric was creaking and popping, having been stretched far beyond what it was ever meant to. That didn't stop the rabbit from continuing and pulling the waistband over Rocket's head and hooking it over his nose. Beneath the undie mask Rocket was nearly in tears, his ass rugburned quite badly and his balls crushed against his pelvis. With a voice drenched with defeat, he finally agreed to kiss the rabbit's ass. With a proud grin on his face Blackjack removed his own underwear and flipped Rocket onto his back, keeping his atomic wedgie in place, and sat on his face. Rocket hesitantly began to run his tongue over the bunny's hole, hoping to get this over with so he could pick his wedgie soon. His ass was killing him! Blackjack knew that the next time they ended up in the bedroom, Rocket would make him pay for this but that's not what he was thinking about right now. Right now all he was thinking about was how the raccoon would be spending the next few hours eating his asshole. It was going to be a good day for the blue bunny.