Lemon Fic

You're a Long Way from Home: Rocket Raccoon x Dawn Bellweather

The moonless night was lit with the gentle glow of streetlights and neon, as Rocket Raccoon and Dawn Bellweather sat atop the terrace of his new penthouse. They were wrapping up a fun, pleasant night of drinking, partying, and celebrating Dawn's promotion to mayor and Rocket's quarter-billion-dollar contract. They were on top of the world, riding high on a rush of booze and victory. Still, there was still something missing from this moment, some unspoken tension that had yet to be addressed.

"Want another shot?" Rocket offered his date more whisky, but Dawn declined.

"Thanks, but I've had enough for tonight." She said apologetically, "I don't want to be completely useless tomorrow at work."

"Suit yourself." He poured himself another. The cybernetics in the raccoon's body were very efficient at processing toxins and the like, so he had to work extra-hard to maintain a buzz.

"It's getting a little cold up here." Dawn shivered, making an exaggerated effort of warming herself. "Want to head inside and... I dunno, cuddle maybe?"

"Just cuddle?" Rocket asked, looking at her as he swallowed another shot.

Bellweather smiled mischievously, leaning into his shoulder. "What do you think, stud?"

Rocket looked her over, taking in this sudden change in the mayor, and smirked. "Why don't you go climb into bed, then," He said, stroking her cheek, "and make yourself comfortable? I'll be right behind you."

The ewe raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want to finish that?" She gestured to the bottle, now only a quarter full. "Too much liquor can make it hard for some males to... perform."

"Not me," He insisted, "Alcohol is what fuels this Rocket."

Dawn giggled, got up and kissed his cheek. "Don't keep me waiting." She purred, and went inside. He looked back, watching the swagger of her little booty as she walked.

Rocket was surprised by how uncertain he felt about this. The cyborg sure as hell was no virgin - between the earliest memories of his first mating season, the passionate nights with Lylla, and the paid Skrull escorts of Knowhere, he knew his way around a female and himself. And yet now, part of him felt uneasy, as though there was some elusive factor still amiss. His thoughts turned to Mrs. Otterton and Judy Hopps, and what they were doing at this hour. Otterton was probably still watching her drug-maddened husband in the hospital, hoping and praying that a cure would come and bring him back. Judy was more than likely back in her apartment but what was she up to? Was she packing her bags? Calling her parents? Maybe taking care of her warm, needy pussy with those delectable little paws? Would they approve of what was about to go down?

He blinked, wondering why he cared all of a sudden. This city was really starting to screw with his mind. There was a DTF ewe with all kinds of power and influence waiting in his bed right this second. Why should he care about bitches who weren't here? He chugged the remainder of the bottle in three big gulps, and tossed the bottle over the balcony. By the time the bottle shattered upon someone's windshield down below, he was already back inside, taking off his shirt.

He found her on his bed, a King-size large enough to fit a pair of elephant lovers comfortably. On the side was a mini-ladder on wheels, from which smaller mammals like he and Dawn could more easily climb under the sheets. The ewe in question had already placed her glasses on the nightstand and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra holding up her B-cup breasts. To Rocket's surprise, much of her body between her elbows, neck and waist had been shaved, revealing her soft, smooth pink skin. Her glasses were already off and placed on the nightstand, and she turned to look at him with her bright blue eyes. She smiled seductively at him, tossing her blouse to the floor and rubbing her belly and hips.

"Like what you see, Mr. Raccoon?" Bellweather asked, twisting around and lifting her little butt in his direction. Her tail wagged eagerly, and she was giving him a "come hither" look that belied how nervous she actually was. Rocket returned the smile, licking his hungrily. He climbed up the stairs, looking the mayor up and down.

"There's nothin' in the world quite as beautiful," He said getting right up to Dawn, "Than a female who wants you. And as far as I'm concerned, Ms. Bellweather, you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"And you are the sexiest stud I've ever had my hooves on." She emphasized this point by grabbing his jacket collar, pulling him down until their noses were almost touching. "And I'm going to eat you up like a cupcake."

I thought I was the Predator here. Rocket wasn't really into shy, demure virgins. He liked females who were confident, who knew what they wanted and had the drive or experience to get it. He didn't initially believe the ewe had that in her, but now he could see that hungry need in her eyes, smell the pheromones in the air, and suddenly his pants were starting to feel a little tight. She was just as filled with carnal desire as he was right now, and that was all he needed to get going.

He took Dawn's cheeks in his hands, and pulled her in for a kiss. The ewe kissed back. Their lips locked, tongues reaching out and wrestling for dominance. Both tasted of whisky and their last meal, but neither mammal was bothered by this. Hands and hooves explored each other's bodies. His jacket got pulled off, tossed carelessly onto the floor. Hands pulled her hairless belly closer, grabbing the clasp of the lacy bra, trying in vain to unlock this most sacred treasure. Rocket tried to figure it out while tongue-wrestling the little sheep, but after several seconds of trial and error, frustration got the better of him. He broke off the kiss, recovering the momentum with licks and kisses on her neck so as to get a better look of what he was doing.

"Mmmm, having trouble there, Rocky?" Dawn struggled to contain a moan of pleasure.

"No no, I got it." He insisted, burying his nose into her neck. His eyes remained fixed on the clasp, pulling and twisting and bunching the troublesome latch. The damn piece of cloth and cheap iron was proving as difficult as Kree warchest to open. "I just need to- If I can just- Oh for fuck's sake!"

Bellweather laughed. "So even the smartest male in Zootopia has difficulty working a lady's lingerie? I guess some things are just universal, aren't- Ow!"

Rocket gave her a nip on the shoulder, the pinch of teeth on skin bringing her focus back on him. "You want to take it off?" He whispered into her ear, "Or do you want me to rip it off?"

"As much as I'd love that," Dawn sighed, "I've got work tomorrow, and I don't want any of those pencil-pushing horndogs staring at my freehanging titties all day. For now on, these will be for your eyes only."

"Ewe got that right, babe." Rocket smiled cheekily as she gave him a playful slap on the arm. Dawn smirks, reaching behind her back and with a quick twist and flick, unlatches the bra. She lets the lingerie fall off, her breasts bouncing freely, nipples erect and aroused. Just small enough to be hidden underneath her work clothes, just big enough to have a slight jiggle as she moved about. The raccoon licked his lips as he placed his hands on those beautiful pert breasts, rubbing her nips delicately with his thumbs. She squeaked in delight as the pleasure ran up her spine, giving her goosebumps all over her bare skin.

"This," Rocket concluded, "Is a sweet pair of boobs."

"Do I get a turn?" Dawn asked, rubbing his chest. "You get to see my goods, now I want to see yours."

Rocket's smile left him, but still he nodded. Dawn bit her lip as she lifted his shirt off, getting to see his bare chest for the first time. She tossed the fabric aside, and stared as his torso. The raccoon wasn't kidding about his past - being out of this world, being a cyborg. His chest was marked with scars, criss-crossing his pecks and belly and sides. Bits of metal stuck out from his shoulders and near his heart, surgical implants from his tortured past. Rocket wouldn't admit it, but a part of him was a little nervous at that moment: Outside of Nick and Judy, no one had seen him outside of his jumpsuit since he came to Zootopia. Last thing he wanted was to scare off date right when things were about to get good.

Dawn placed her hooves on his chest, tracing the edges and lines along his scars and augmentations. "Wow," She whispered, "You weren't kidding. You actually were... worked on." Rocket said nothing, just watching her explore his body. The little ewe hesitantly leaned forward, and kissed the fur next to his shoulder implants. He shuddered beneath the soft touch of her lips but held still. She moved to each scar, each implant, giving a gentle kiss at each stop. Rocket bit back a grunted in surprise and pleasure as she sneaked a lick of both of his nipples, earning a smug chuckle from the ewe as she descended. The bulge in his pants was getting noticeably bigger, feeling uncomfortably tight.

"I take it that you... Mmmm, approve?" He huffed, watching her drop to his belly button.

"Guess I have a weakness for shorter, rugged males." Dawn admitted, licking her lips as she knelt at his crotch, "Now let's see what you've been packing all this time." Her hooves slipped under the waistband of his pants and boxer-briefs, and with the careful anticipation of opening a Christmas present, slowly pulled them down. There was a wet SLAP! when his penis came free, flopping onto Dawn's face, right between the eyes. It wasn't exactly like other raccoon dicks, at least of those that either mammal have seen in porn or in biology books - it was thin and tapering, roughly five inches long, though it was two inches thick at the base, making it more reminiscent of a canine's knot.

The ewe sighed, hot breath tickling the underside of his cock. She gently pushed it off her face, inspecting it as she lovingly stroked it with her hooves. "Oh, I've been waiting a long time for this." She murmured, "This is my favorite kind of dick - not too long, not too short, just thick enough in all the right places. It's like you were made for me."

"Don't forget to cradle the balls," He chuckled, ruffling the wool on her head, "While you're putting that mouth to good use." Dawn smiled, kissing the base of his unit. She kissed and licked her way up to the very tip, her tongue swirling around it like a meat-flavored lollipop. One hoof came up to his balls, the soft undersides gently rolling and rubbing his nuts and sack in a rather pleasant fashion.

Rocket sighed - Oral was always his favorite; he'd yet to come across a species that (when done right) couldn't blow his fucking mind by sucking his dick. The feeling of a warm, wet tongue licking and tasting every inch of his cock was one of the best feelings in the world. He placed a hand on her wool, encouraging her to start sucking. The apartment was quiet, the only sounds being the distant rumble of traffic, and the soft slurp-slurp-slurp of her mouth.

"Ohhh, fuck." He moaned, rubbing her ears with each bob of her head. "You ever done this before? 'Cause you're an absolute natural." Bellweather smiled, giving an appreciative hum when her tongue touched his fluffy balls. Alas, one never gets to climb the political ladder without having to suck metaphorical - and literal - dick, and Dawn's career was no exception. When compared to the former Mayor Lionheart - the last mammal she had to go down on - Rocket had his pros and cons. On one hoof, Rocky was longer, and she had to take care not to let his tip trigger her gag reflex. On the other, he didn't have those fucking barbs that cut and scrape his tongue, and tasted a little better too. Old Spice over Chanel any day, as far as she was concerned. His balls were also small enough to hold one hoof, rather than two baseballs that'd bruise her ass after a quickie in the closet.

Her free hoof went down to her panties. She found her vagina moist and wanting, her digits gently rubbing her clitoris. Goddamn, she needed this. Between cleaning city hall of all of Lionheart's holdovers and keeping tabs on her ram minions, she's had no time to cut loose and have fun like this. It'd been too long since she could relax and give in to her base impulses. She reached the raccoon, her hoof finding and tickling that sensitive anus-

"Oh fuck!" Rocket grunted. He grabbed her wool, and shoved his cock deep into her mouth. It throbbed, and Dawn's mouth was flooded with splurts of sticky, bitter seed. The ewe was caught off-guard, forced to swallow mouthfuls of the 'coon cum. She pushed herself away, spitting his cock out as she coughed and gasped for breath.

"Shit, sorry about that." Rocket apologized, stepping back as the little sheep tried to gather herself. "Got a little carried away. You alright?"

Dawn wiped her mouth, and sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just hoped we'd be able to go all the way, but since you-"

"Wait wait wait," He interrupted, "You don't think I'm done, do you? I'm not like all the other basic bros in this city. My pistol has more than one round in it, if you catch my drift."

The ewe blinked in surprise, looking back and forth between his face and his cock. Sure enough, his member remained erect, sometimes throbbing with unanswered need.

"Wow, you weren't kidding." Dawn slid out of her shorts and panties, eyes transfixed on his glossy penis. "Is that one of your, um, upgrades?"

"I think so," Rocket admitted, "I don't remember much of what I had before. It's the one good thing I appreciate that mad scientist giving me. It makes my weekends that much better, as far at the ladies are concerned."

"I just might hold you to that." The ewe turned around, lifting her ass up into the air. Her pussy glistened in the light, already wet and warm with anticipation of what was to come. Rocket kneeled down between her legs, taking a good whiff of her scent. It tickled his nose, set a fire in his gut, and made his balls ache for further release. Tiny droplets of lust clung to her pussy like morning dew, begging to be tasted. He leaned forward to kiss her delicate folds, his whiskers tickling her inner thighs. A chill ran up Dawn's spine, and she gasped. No one had ever touched her like that before. His thick, rough tongue dragged up through her pussy, lightly brushing against her sensitive clit.

"Oh-ohh-oooh!" Dawn moaned, burying her face into a pillow. Her legs began to shake, so the raccoon grabbed her thighs to prop her up. Rocket has no qualms eating cooch, and Dawn's was far from the worst he'd ever tasted. As long as she didn't fart in his face, nothing was going to kill his mood or the momentum. Her thighs and butt cheeks felt so soft and smooth beneath his paws, having just enough give as he squeezed her thick flesh. His tongue penetrated deep into her folds, twisting and rubbing against every inch of her sensitive insides. Bellweather's moans rose in pitch, her hooves squeezing the pillows with all her might.

"Ohh f-f-fffuck I'm so close!" She gasped, "I'm so close, Rocket!"

The licking stopped. "Good," Rocket said, pulling away with a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to her pussy, "Now we can move on to the main event." Dawn looked back as Rocket scooted closer. He guided his length up to her entrance, a chill running through them both as his tip tickled her labia.

"You ready, ewe?" He asked.

"Rock my world, baby." She growled, giving herself completely to the lust.

Rocket smiled, and slid himself inside her tight, moist folds. Both of them grunted with pleasure, her tight little pussy clenching around a cock that filled her in all the right ways. He pushed himself deeper and deeper inside, until he felt his furry balls tap against her clit. He pulled back until only his tip remained, then pushed himself back in with a schlick.

Dawn bit her lip. He pulled out and pushed in again, and soon a rhythm was made. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP! went his balls against her cunt, the tip of his penis repeatedly kissing her cervix. The raccoon leaned forward, reaching up to grab and massage her supple breasts. He rubbed and pinched her sensitive nipples, his thumbs pressing down on tiny pink nubs.

"Goddamn you're tight!" He growled. "Gotta pussy like a vice!"

"B-b-bite me." Dawn gasped.

"Wha-, what?"

"Bite my neck! P-please!"

Rocket smiled, and did as he was asked. There weren't a lot of females that he'd been with that liked being bitten, but goddamn did it just feel right when he did it. The gentle pressure his teeth put on her flesh, the taste of her skin on his tongue, the barely repressed scream that escaped her lips, all of it came together to give him a truly awesome experience. Dawn's sounds of pleasure rose in pitch and loudness with each thrust, her fluffy little tail wagging and tickling his belly as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

"Oh god!" She cried out. "I'm, I'm, oh Rocket I-!"

The orgasm that struck the ewe was the strongest she had in her entire life. She screamed with unrestrained pleasure, as her legs began to spasm, and her inner muscles clamped down like a vice. This was enough to push the raccoon over the edge. He growled deeply into her fluffy neck, as his balls twitched, and the first jet of warm, sticky seed shot deep into Dawn's womb. His claws dug into her breast, teeth pinched skin until it drew blood, as the cyborg emptied himself into her cunt.

Rocket kept pumping into her, riding out their shared orgasm for the better part of a minute. Dawn's legs finally gave out, and the two of them flopped onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted and blissfully satisfied. They panted together, enjoying the afterglow and each other's presence in complete silence. After what must've been a minute or two, Rocket started to get up.

"Don't," Dawn murmured, "Don't leave. Stay with me, please."

"...Okay." He pulled her close, rolling to the side to properly spoon. He penis, now going soft, slowly fell out of the ewe's pussy, getting caught between her soft, meaty thighs. On impulse (or maybe it was instinct?), he kissed and licked her neck wounds, tasting the salt and iron of her sweat and blood. Dawn sighed, enjoying the pain and pleasure, feeling satisfied and at peace.

"You were good." Rocket said as he finished, settling against her back. "Like, really, really good."

"You... You're the best I've ever had." Dawn giggled, rubbing his strong, furry arms. "My legs are still tingling, for god's sake!"

Rocket chuckled. "What can I say? I never leave a female unsatisfied."

"Mmm, mission accomplished." Her tail wiggled happily, tickling his member and balls. "I'll still be here in the morning, in case you're wondering."

"Good." Rocket held her a little tighter. "Sex in the morning is my favorite way to start the day."

Dawn looked up again, giving her lover one last kiss. "'Night, Rocky."

"'Night, Dawn."

With that, the two newly-made lovers fell into a deep slumber, looking forward to surprises the day would bring...