Rocket peered out from behind the bar to make sure no more of the hitmen were still alive.
The heavily drunk raccoon scanned the space nightclub dance floor for any sign of movement.
It had been a bloodbath.
The flashing lights that pulsated rhythmically with the pounding techno music illuminated a dozen or so bodies. At least three where hitmen sent to kill the raccoon, the others were innocents that got caught in the crossfire.
Rocket hiccuped and got to his feet. The rodent wobbled unsteadily as he tried to stay upright.
After a moment or two, he started making his way to the exit. He didn't want to be here when the space police arrived. He chucked his empty laser pistol aside and drunkenly swayed between the bodies littering the glowing neon floor tiles.


He wondered how many the hitmen shot and how many he accidently hit. He was usually a good shot, but he was far too drunk to hit anything other smaller than an adult tunnel worm. Combine that with people running around everywhere and the flashing lights...well, accidents were bound to happen.


Rocket’s blurry vision managed to pick out something he recognized. A brown furred woman in a bright red cocktail dress face down on the tiles.
He quickly made his way over the the blurry red shape and knelt by her side.
After giving her a few pokes to see if she was okay, he got to his feet and tried to flip her over onto her back.
With a great deal of effort on the raccoon’s part, he finally managed it. 


*Sploop*


A chunk of her brains split onto the tiles as he turns her over.
All of her face was blasted off, leaving only the back of her head and her lower jaw intact.
Rocket felt a pang of sadness. He was talking to this Caitian before all the shooting started.
She was on shore leave and was looking to hook up...Rocket was sooooooo close to getting in them pants before the hitmen showed up.


Rocket’s blurred vision moved down from her gory face to her chest. One of her lovely sized tits were hanging out of the dress.
The rodent felt a stirring in his loins. He looks around to make sure no other survivors were hiding anywhere and once again knelt down by her side.


He reached out with his little fingers and groped the dead cat’s tit. He ran his claws over her once sensitive nipple.
Rocket pulled her dress down revealing the other breast, witch of cause he groped also.


After a bit more drunken titty squeezing, Rocket got off his knees and stept over her body and 
straddled the corpse. Lowering herself down onto her so he is sitting on her stomach.
He begins to motorboat the cooling cat as he plays with her nipples. He brushes his face in between her cleavage.
Things started to get uncomfortable as Rocket’s jumpsuit got tighter and tighter in the groin region. So in his drunken stooper, he had the terrible idea to take it off. With one smooth motion he slipped out of the suit and chucked it to one side.


So here he was. Fully naked, straddling a dead body, all while sporting a raging hard on. You can guess what the drunken raccoon did next.


He reached under her skirt and fumbled around her her panties, eventually pulling them to the side.
Rocket spat in his hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft before lining his cock head with her dead cunt.
He moans as he slowly pushed his hips forward and slides inside the cat alien.
His hands moved from guiding his own cock, back to her tits.
Rocket’s fluffy ballsack slaps against the dead girl. The much smaller male ruthlessly fucks the now stone cold corpse.
He slips one of her nippels into her mouth and begins to suck. He loved women with big tits and due to his size, most women had tits bigger than his head.
Rocket’s thrusting rocked his partner to such a degree that another bit of brian fell out her face hole. He was speeding up as he got closer to cumming. Pounding the body with all his might.


Rocket was not known for stamina, usually only lasting a few minutes before blowing his load (Much to the dissatisfaction of his partners) and this problem was exacerbated by drinking.
So soon he felt he was close.
He removed his head from her perfect nips and gritted his teeth as he prematurely shot his thick gooey load into the corpse below him.
Rocket was going threw a dry spell before this encounter and as such he was quite backed up.
His hot seed flooded her cool tunnels, sperm pointlessly swimming towards a dead egg.
So much cum was pumped into the cat that it began to pour out as fast as Rocket pumped it in.
Soon it was over though. His thick jizz coated her thighs, dress and pooled onto the floor.


Rocket felt exhausted. His head flopped down between the cat’s breasts and he could do nothing but smile. This was some of best sex he has ever had. He looked up at the gory hole where the female’s face used to be and thought “I’mma fuck that next”.
Although he never got the chance as his eyes felt heavy. He started drifting off to sleep.
The last thing he remembered before falling asleep however was large group of space police busting into the dance floor, seeing Rocket on top of the corpse, and then all proceed to throw up in their helmets.