"Frak this!" cursed Rocket, weaving his ship between asteroids. "Can't you guys just get hit by one of these rocks?!"
It was supposed to be a simple job, get in, get the doomsday weapon, maybe shoot a few bad guys, then get out. Everything had gone well until the 'get out' part.
The Guardians of the Galaxy had been contracted to steal a planet killing weapon from an uppity space pirate. It wasn't like they hadn't done this before, so it was going to be easy money. Even the plan was simple enough that even Quill couldn't screw it up, Rocket would slip through the enemy ships vent system, while the other Guardians made as loud as distraction as possible by blowing it’s reactor.
He smirked as he recalled the surprised look he got from an oversized alien guard moments before he had been obliterated by a plasma charge. With explosions rocking the ship, yet another was hardly noticed. Retrieving the planet killer, which looked like a strange silver orb, from the pirates vault, Rocket was then supposed to rendezvous with the other Guardians and escape.
Sadly, one of the pirates had a lot more brains than his captain, and the fact he was now fleeing an entire fleet in a stolen ship spoke volumes for how the rest of his day had gone from there.
He cursed as more lazers impacted the hull, a console exploding somewhere behind him in response. Twisting the control stick, he swung the ship into a turn and jammed his thumb onto the fire control, obliterating his attacker with a rain of energy bolts.
"You like that! Ya flarking jackass!"
A loud clang to his engine reminded the raccoon that he was still speeding through an asteroid belt and he quickly spun the ship around. The floating rocks dominated his view from the cockpit, each one spinning as they danced through the vacuum of space.
Expertly dodging between two large rocks, the sensors registered an explosion as two of the pirates were crushed between them. It didn’t matter though, the scanners were still dominated by thousands of red dots.
"How many of these guys did we piss off?" he asked himself, as more lasers smacked against the hull.
Swinging around another asteroid, the raccoon was desperately looking for an escape. There was no way he could fight all those ships by himself, and to make matters worse, the communicator had been destroyed during his initial escape, so he had no way of contacting the Guardians.
Dodging another volley from his pursuers, he pushed the ship into a steep dive before suddenly climbing, more enemy ships slammed into the asteroids below, while those that managed to pull up collided with one another in the chaos.
Laughing to himself, Rocket checked the scanners once again.
"Got to be some way outta this mess, maybe somewhere I can lay low for a bit."
Tapping a few keys, he widened the range. He could see the large red mass that represented the pursuing pirates, but as more of the area became visible, something else popped up.
"Huh, looks like I'm in for some good karma today," beamed the raccoon.
Pushing the ships engines into overdrive, the mammal sped towards the edge of the asteroids, and as the ship cleared the debris he saw his escape.
A large blue vortex of space dust and energy, a wormhole.
"Now, I just gotta get through that thing before I get iced," he muttered. Outside of the asteroids he was a sitting duck, they gave him things to hide behind, stuff he could make them crash into. In open space they would kill him with ease.
It was then something rolled against his foot, looking down, Rocket saw the planet killer had fallen out of his pack. He smiled slyly as an idea quickly took shape.
Punching the power, the engine roared as the raccoons vessel rocketed out of the asteroid field and straight for the wormhole. Predictably, the pirates followed, speeding towards his retreating ship.
What they failed to notice, was the small silver sphere softly glowing amongst the rocks.
Had sound been able to travel in a vacuum, the explosion would have deafened anyone within ten thousand miles.
Rocket chuckled gleefully as he watched the fireball blossom on the scanner, pirate ships blinking out of existence. However, his joy was short lived, as a shockwave of energy rocked the vessel. 
To make matters worse, debris from the ex-fleet rained over the ship, controls sparked as power lines blew out, the engine died with an impressive screeching noise as debris lodged itself inside, causing one of the generators to explode and blow a hole in the hull. Twisting the control stick, Rocket struggled to  keep the ship on course as it started to spiral out of control.
Buckling himself in tight, the raccoon saw the wormhole coming up fast. As it careened through over the event horizon, he screamed what may be his last words.
"Quill you son of a bitch!"
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The sun was shining on the world of Curatrix, the inhabitants basking in its glow. A warm breeze blew through a dense forest as bird-like creatures gently glided through the air to settle on outstretched branches. Small mammals skittered, trundled and padded along the forest floor, serenely searching for fallen fruits and nuts. Everything was peaceful.
This was shattered in an instant as a metallic fireball roared through the skies and crashed through the trees, reducing them splinters and ash before it ploughed into the ground with an earth shattering boom. Soil and debris erupting around the artificial meteor as it ground its way through the earth until it’s momentum was finally spent.
Rocket blinked and shook his head, his vision swimming as he tried to regain his senses.
Unbucking himself from the pilot's chair, he slid to the floor. Landing hard, he hissed as pain flared in his chest. There would be a severe bruise, but at least he hadn't gone through the window, which was now filled in with several pounds of earth. Rubbing his forehead, he felt something warm and sticky, checking his paw, the raccoon saw it was slick with blood.
"Aw, frak," he muttered.
Crawling out of the cockpit, he was treated to the mess he’d made. A three mile trench stretched back from the ship, shattered trees lined the edges while debris smouldered and burned all around the crash site.
He slumped against the wreckage, exhausted.
"Well crap, I ain't going to get this fixed anytime soon."
As he lay back against the hull, he heard something approach.
"Oh my goodness! Luna, quick! I found the pilot!"
Two grey skinned humanoids emerged from the treeline.
"Damn scavvers," muttered Rocket. "Can't even let a body get cold these days."
He drew a pistol from his jumpsuit.
"If you like your heads I'd move along, this is my ship!"
The aliens paused, they were much taller than he thought, they might even be taller than Quill. They both appeared to be female, or at least they had breasts, and wore what looked like hiking outfits with rucksacks slung over their backs. One had flowing golden hair, while the others was deep black. Both had electric blue eyes, which were warily trained on his blaster.
"Listen, we just want to help," said one, softly.
"Yeah yeah, help yourself to my ship ya assholes," replied Rocket, sarcastically. "But since I'm in a good mood, I'd like to offer you the opportunity to beat it!"
"You need help," implored the black haired alien. "You're hurt."
"Well if you stick around much longer you'll be dead," snapped the raccoon.
"Listen, we just-"
The alien was interrupted by the other taking a hold of her arm.
"Leave him Luna," she said. "If he wants to be alone, that's okay."
"But Dee," begged Luna. "He needs help."
They both looked at the injured mammal, who kept the pistol trained firmly in their direction. Dee leaned in to her friend's ear.
"Maybe, but he doesn't want it, not yet," she whispered.
Luna looked Rocket for a moment, then back to her friend. She nodded in understanding, and the pair backed away from the crash site.
"Yeah, that's right, keep walking," said Rocket as the aliens retreated. "Don't get any ideas about coming back either.
As the pair disappeared into the trees, the raccoon kept an eye out until he was sure they had really gone. Slowly standing up, he was pleased to see the pain and dizziness had cleared, one advantage of his cybernetics was a minor healing factor.
Going inside the wreckage, he pulled out tools and emergency supplies to begin the laborious task of repairs.
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Several Hours Later
Rocket had been working for hours, assessing and repairing the damage, the engine was a burnt out husk so he left it to the vessels nanobots to repair, even then it would take a few days given that one of the generators was gone. The cockpit was another problem, as the glass was shattered and the ship had no replacement. Relays had been blown out all along the ships length and the raccoon had limited supplies to work with. Even the nanobots couldn't help as they ran off the vessels power supply, part of which was floating somewhere in the vacuum of space.
Having exhausted himself, and with little else to do but wait, the raccoon decided to take a short nap. He couldn’t say how long he’d been asleep before he was jolted back to wakefulness by the sound of footsteps running away from the crash.
"Guess they didn't know when to quit," he mumbled, grabbing his pistol.
Bursting from the ship, he ran to where he had heard the noise, expecting a fight, what he saw instead was a green duffel bag and a note.
Lifting the note, he read it aloud.
Though these might help.
Discarding the paper, he kicked open the bag, expecting a trap. Instead, it spilled several bulb like fruits and an assortment of parts and tools over the ground. They weren't cheap either, as a closer examination revealed several high quality metals, wire and a battery for the remaining generator.
"Huh," he mused, picking up one of the fruits. "Never seen these before."
Using a scanner to examine it, he found there was nothing amiss, which was fortunate, as he had already eaten the emergency rations.
He tried to bite down on it, but the plant was too dense and the skin too tough for his teeth to find purchase. He tried smashing it open, but it would not budge. He would have shot it with the pistol, but common sense told him that would just vapourise it.
It was then he noticed a sweet juice collecting by the green stalk at the bulbs end. Twisting and snapping it off caused a soft pulp to ooze out of the opening and Rocket tentatively tasted some. His eyes widened as the sweet, rich flavour hit his taste buds, and he greedily suckled on the end so he could extract more of the juicy pulp.
Taking the bag inside, he lay back and had a second, then a third, feeling felt warm and full, as he tossed away the empty husk. Soon his eyelids were drooping as the need to sleep overwhelmed his senses.
"They were nice," he muttered. "Maybe those scavs will bring me some more, of course, I could always just steal it if they don't."
He chuckled to himself, slowly falling into a deep slumber.
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The next day, Rocket awoke feeling refreshed, in fact, he felt more energized than he ever had in his life. Revitalised, he set to work straight away, rewiring the blown out relays while the nanites continued rebuilding the engine.
It was around midday that he heard footsteps outside the ship, running out with his pistol, the raccoon saw another duffle bag and note. Taking the note in his paw, he read the message.
We saw you liked the fruit, there's more inside if you want it.
Opening the bag, he found more of the bulb-like fruit, as well as more materials to help with repairs.
Taking one of the fruit, he bit off the stalk and quickly sucked out the delicious pulp, before gathering up the bag and re-entering the ship.
This became a pattern over the following days, Rocket would wake up and work before the aliens would drop off another bag and a note. The supplies and food were extremely helpful as it meant he didn't have to scavenge/steal whatever he needed. He didn't leave any replies as he intended to be gone as soon as possible, but as the repairs dragged on, days became weeks.
It was about three weeks after the crash that Rocket, worn out from the days toil, was suddenly woken by the sound of someone climbing on the hull.
"Knew it was too good to be true," he muttered, grabbing his blaster.
Sprinting outside and around the back of the ship, he levelled his gun at the two aliens.
"Hey! Get your filthy scavving mitts off...my...ship?"
The last part was more of a question, as he saw the two alien women were not pulling the hull apart as he assumed, but instead, were repairing one of the exterior thrusters.
"Oh, Dee he's awake,” exclaimed Luna
“Sorry if we disturbed you,” replied  Dee.
The two were each wearing a pair of overalls, the pockets clearly lined with tools, Dee's suit was a muddy yellow, while Lunas was dark blue. Both outfits were worn and clearly stained with oils and engine fluid, indicating frequent use.
"Ooookay, whats going on here?" he asked, still holding up the gun.
"Isn't it obvious?" said Dee, looking up from the panel. "We're fixing you're ship."
"I KNOW that," he replied, exasperated. "What I mean is, WHY are you fixing my ship?"
The pair looked at one another quizzically, then back at him.
"Because you need our help."
Rocket blinked, then he slowly started to smile, giggle, chuckle, before he exploded into a full blown belly laugh.
The two aliens looked at each other as the raccoon laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his muzzle, somehow still keeping the gun trained on them both.
"Oh man, I needed that," sighed Rocket, wiping his face. "You think I need help, that's priceless."
"But it's the truth," replied Luna, firmly. "You've been at this for three weeks and made little progress."
The two aliens jumped down from the hull, and Rocket backed up a little as he kept the pistol aimed towards them. They then got down to their knees so they could look him in the eye.
"Please," gently begged Dee. "You accepted the bags we left for you, why won't you accept our help in person?"
"Because ain't nobody help someone like me unless they want something," he replied, then his tone softened. "Not that I ain't grateful for the fruit and stuff."
The aliens grinned a little, the fruit was naitive to their world and was usually used to feed infants as they were especially nourishing, but more importantly, they had a calming effect on those that ate them. After their first encounter with the irate raccoon, Luna had been the one to suggest they try giving him some.
"So, what's your angle?" he asked, suspiciously.
"We have no agenda," replied Luna, carefully. "We simply want to help you."
The mammal weighed his options, given how long he had been stranded, the other Guardians would likely be worried about him. Although he would never admit it, he was concerned about them too, especially baby Groot, and it was painfully obvious that without a crew of engineers, he wasn't going anywhere fast.
So, like it or not, he needed help.
With a reluctant sigh, he lowered the gun.
"If you two are going to work on the thrusters, then I'll need to disengage the what's left of drive core."
He turned to go back into the wreck, missing the wide smiles on the two women.
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"Wow, I didn't realise you were so brave," exclaimed Dee.
"Believe it lady," replied a smug Rocket. "I've taken on all sorts of aliens, pirates, the general jackasses of the galaxy and still come out on top."
The three were tinkering on the ships engine, with Rocket underneath as he was the smallest. Since their meeting that morning, they had gotten to know one another more, and Rocket found himself increasingly at ease with the two ladies.
It certainly helped that they knew what they were doing, after fixing the thruster they had managed to repair the one remaining generator, which meant the nanites could fix the large hole in the hull. They had also restored the main power relays which meant the  computer systems could be powered up, well, those that weren't destroyed in the crash.
"It sounds like you wouldn't have made it out of those situations without your friends to back you up," observed Luna.
"Yah, Quill and the guys are helpful, but I do most of the work," replied the unashamed raccoon as he tightened the last bolt. "Alright, that should do it, let's give it a try."
Sliding out from underneath, Rocket went to a console while the two women stood back from the engine. As the mammal typed in a command, the engine spluttered to life, spitting smoke and debris before it roared full power.
Rocket looked at the two aliens and they all grinned triumphantly, unfortunately their elation was short lived as the engine started to backfire.
"No no no no!" exclaimed Rocket, his fingers furiously typing across the keyboard.
But it was no use, the engine made a severe clunking noise as it belched out a thick cloud of black smoke, until, with a final dramatic bang, it died.
"Flarking useless piece of shit!" exclaimed Rocket angrily. Grabbing a wrench, he began violently hitting the engine as he yelled anything that came to mind.
"Stupid 'BANG' piece 'BANG' of 'BANG' crap!"
"Rocket language!" exclaimed Luna, shocked.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it ya douchebag?!" shouted the raccoon. "I'm stuck here with no way to contact my friends, and to top it off, the engines busted!"
He finished by kicking the offending object as hard as he could. A sickening crack echoed through the air and Rocket started hopping in place clutching his broken foot, still swearing like a sailor.
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"That should do it," stated Dee, looking over the bandage that swathed the raccoons foot. "How long will it take it to heal?"
"A couple hours," grumbled Rocket. ‘One advantage of cybernetics.”
All three were sat outside the ship around a campfire that Dee had started, the sun was going down and a chill was setting into the air. However, Rocket felt warm and cozy, as he was currently sat in Luna's lap, his head nestled between her full breasts.
"I'm sorry about your ship," she comforted, gently petting his head. Ordinarily, he would have bitten her fingers off for touching him, but the raccoon found it strangely comforting, it made him think of when Drax had done it after the death of Groot.
"Yah, well...there's nothing I can do, is there? Without a repair shop or shipyard, I'm screwed."
He sat in silence while Dee and Luna shared a look of concern for the mammal.
"We might be able to help you further," said Luna. "We live nearby and have a bit of money between us."
"So?" asked Rocket.
Dee smirked across the campfire.
"Our money was made in starship repair and there's a workshop attached to our home. We could have your ship recovered and brought there. I'm sure our crew could fix the engine, and everything else."
Rocket was momentarily stunned.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" he growled.
"You weren't accepting our help before," answered Luna.
"Oh," he mumbled, a little ashamed at his actions.
"I can have a recovery drone come by in the morning and bring your ship to the shop," continued Dee. "How about it? You can stay with us while it's getting fixed."
Rocket looked from one to the other, unusually nervous about the offer. He had stayed with aliens before, but those typically ended badly for the cyborg mammal. The longest he had been with anyone was the Guardians, and they had rubbed off on him in a few ways, which was why he finally relented.
"Alright, but don't expect me to do any chores."
"Oh don't worry," replied Luna, shifting the raccoon so he lay across her lap. "You will be our pampered little guest."
"...not little," mumbled Rocket, folding his arms defensively.
"To us you are," laughed Dee, handing Luna one of the bulb fruits.
"Come on, we need to get walking now if we want to be back home before dark."
Rocket went go get up, but was startled when Luna lifted him up into her arms like a baby.
"Hey," he cried. "What's the idea?"
"You can't walk on that foot of yours," she admonished. "It's far better that I carry you instead."
Rocket was about to protest, but when she started scratching behind his ear, he immediately relaxed into her arms.
"Fine," he muttered, ashamed Luna had found his little weak spot. He had been trying to sound tough, but it ended up sounding more like a grumpy child.
Dee took one of the bulb fruits from her pocket and handed it to Luna. Breaking off the stem, the alien woman passed it down to Rocket.
"I'll bet your hungry after all that work," she said.
Rocket, who had developed a taste for the strange fruit, took it off her eagerly and began to suck out the pulp.
"Though so," cooed Luna, booping the raccoons nose, causing him to flush in embarrassment.
Leaving the campsite, they passed through the treeline to find a path. As they followed it, Rocket tossed away the empty husk of the plant, but was quickly handed another, then a third. Normally he would be protesting this kind of treatment, but the warmth of Luna's body, combined with her gentle petting and the rich flavour of the fruit was putting him into a daze, and before he knew what was happening as he was sucking on his fifth bulb fruit. 
Relaxing in her arms, his thoughts occasionally wandered to the idea that this might be all a trick or some elaborate trap. But he reminded himself that it was not every day he got this type of treatment, and he could always just blast them if they did try anything funny,
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“Wakey Wakey,” cooed Luna. “We’re here.”
Stirred from his nap, Rocket looked up at through bleary eyes, he must have fallen asleep sometime during their walk. Blinking to clear his vision, what looked like a large mansion came into focus, but then he realised that most of it was actually a garage, as a neon sign that read 'Over the Moon repair and refit' hung above a wide metal door.
The two aliens opened a side door just as the raccoon let out a big yawn.
"Aww, is the baby still tired?" cooed Luna.
"Screw you," he muttered.
"Such language," she teased, stroking his head. "But, it is getting late, I think we should all head to bed."
"We should probably have a bath first," said Dee. "Something smells really sweaty."
"I think that's our furry friend here," replied Luna, looking at Rocket. "When was the last time you bathed?"
The raccoon thought for a moment.
"A few months ago, I think. Does getting swallowed by a space worm count?"
"A what?!" exclaimed Luna. She leaned in for a tentative sniff and immediately recoiled from the raccoons stench. "That's it, you are first in the tub!"
Opening the door, they quickly headed through the workshop floor, passing a ship already up on the lift in the centre, surrounded by a swarm of repair drones. The group exited through a rear door before Rocket could get a good look at it, but he was sure it looked familiar.
Turning around in Luna's arms, Rocket saw they had entered a large living room with a glass patio door that lead out to a yard. The sun was setting behind a hillside, staining the horizon a deep orange. The furniture was sized for the two alien women, which meant to Rocket everything seemed gigantic.
Dee tapped a console on the wall, causing the clear glass to slowly darken.
"There we go, the house is secure and a bath is running. Lets get you nice and clean."
As they headed upstairs, Rocket started to squirm in the aliens arms, but for some reason he just couldn't muster the strength to break free.
"I can wash myself you know," he protested.
"Not with that foot you can't," replied Luna. "You could fall and hurt yourself, or drown in the bathtub. We don't want that now do we?"
Rocket thought about it for a second, the words 'Died a sudsy death' would not look good on his tombstone. Given how weak he was feeling, the cyborg decided to just let it happen and make sure Quill never learnt anything about it.
"Fine," he grumbled, as the alien women entered a bathroom. Although it was probably closer to a bathhouse. Like downstairs, the tub and everything else seemed gigantic to the small raccoon. The bath was already steaming as Luna gently extracted him from her grasp and sat him on the toilet lid while Dee checked the water.
"Temperature feels good, let's get you soaking," she said, cheerily.
Luna gently turned rocket around and fumbled for the zipper on his yellow jumpsuit. When she was unsuccessful, a frustrated Rocket sighed and  pushed away her arms before undoing it himself, revealing the full extent of his cybernetics.
"Oh my," gasped Luna, softly.
"Yeah, take a good look," muttered Rocket. "This is what happened when some mad scientist thinks he can turn vermin into supersoldiers."
Luna had to stop herself as she reached out to touch the exposed implants.
“Do they hurt?” she asked.
“I'm used to pain” he replied, bluntly. “But they are waterproof, bastard thought of everything.”
Luna couldn't help herself, he looked so dejected at being exposed to them she quickly lifted the naked raccoon into her arms and pulled him into a comforting hug.
"What happened?" she asked, gently.
Rocket relayed his story, how he was taken and ripped apart, only to be put back together over and over again. How his first works had been "why?" and the cold, emotionless responses he had received from the scientist and his robots, finishing on how he had escaped with the help of two other experiments, Blackjack O'Hare and Lylla the otter.
He missed the look of recognition that passed between the two women, as by the end he was in the middle of a group hug, Luna was petting and rubbing his ears while Dee ran her delicate fingers down his back.
The next thing he knew was that he was in the bathtub, the warm, soapy water soothing his aching muscles, as Dee and Luna gently washed the filth and muck out of his fur. The racoon slowly falling into a daze as the warmth and calming fruits took effect.
Rockets eyelids grew heavy and he almost drifted to sleep. When was the last time he felt so at ease?  They were so careful with him, he didn't even have to move a muscle, rubbing just the right spots to get him to relax, he even started to purr.
Soon he was deep in a relaxed daze, only aware of the sensations his body was experiencing, the warmth of the water and delicate touches of Luna and Dee as they worked combs and suds through his fur. He was vaguely aware of warm water cascading over his body, before being lifted out of the tub and wrapped in a warm towel.
He felt himself being carried somewhere, the towel undone and his body placed on something soft, probably a mattress. As another bulb fruit brushed his lips, he immediately began sucking on it. This one tasted a bit different, warm and almost creamy. Unknown to him, Luna had given him a slightly different fruit that contained a natural sleep aid, hoping to give the raccoon a pleasant nights rest.
Rocket felt his legs being raised up, but was in such a trance that he did nothing to stop it. Something soft was placed under him, followed by a puff of air on his hips and a sweet powdery scent tickling his nostrils. As he finished the fruit, something else was pushed into his muzzle, unbidden, he began sucking on it, finding the action soothing even though there was no reward.
He purred as Luna's hand gently rubbed his chest, vaguely aware of something being lifted between his legs and laid across his front. He felt it cinched up as it was secured around his hips, but was oblivious to the crinkling it made as he was lifted back up and gently lowered onto another soft mattress, a blanket tucked around him.
As the raccoon settled down to sleep, Luna stood up from the crib. Looking around the nursery, she went to the door where Dee was waiting.
"How do you think he will react?" she asks.
"Strongly, like his friend I'd imagine," she replied, looking back at the crib. "But he needed help too."
"And you helped him," replied Dee, wrapping her arms around Luna.
"WE helped him," said Luna, kissing her partner.
"We always did like fixing broken things, maybe we can help Rocket."
"Only time will tell if that's the truth. For now, let's leave them to sleep. They both have a big day tomorrow."
Exiting the room, Luna looked back one more time before turning off the light, leaving the sleeping Rocket unaware of his very familiar crib mate.
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Rocket stayed where he lay, letting gravity does it's job as he sank into the mattress. There was no reason for him to stand up, no reason to move, just lie down, and let that hand gently rub his body, as it... wandered around... going down... past his waist...to his...
"Hey Rocket, loving my paw?"
Rocket immediately jolted up, the pacifier flying from his muzzle as he punched the voice’s owner. He knew full well who it was.
"Ow! Dude that hurt!" The blue bunny exclaimed, paws clutching his muzzle.
"What the hell are you doing here Blackjack!?"
Standing on the mattress before him was the one mammal he had never expected to see again, Blackjack O'hare. The blue furred bunny was missing his trademark goggles and helmet, exposing his red pupils, but that was overlooked by the angry raccoon as he yelled at his former partner.
"Hey, I was here first you jerk! You invaded my turf!" retorted the rabbit.
"I crashed my ship and they invited me in! If anything you're invading my turf!"
"Just like Rocket to take advantage of someone's hospitality!" sarcastically countered the hare.
"Says the rabbit that abandoned me to the Nova Corps!" yelled Rocket.
"I knew you'd escape!"
"And where were you when I got out?! You ran off with all the loot we stole you piece of shit!"
"Those things were hot items! I had to hide until the heat cooled down!”
"But you still never came back for me!"
The declaration from Rocket broke the argument, Blackjack, unable to respond, just gawped at his former friend, both indignantly panting and huffing in the sudden silence. 
It was then that Rocket heard a crinkle from around both his  and Blackjack’s waist. His gaze fell down the bunny’s body, and then his own as he realized they were both stark naked, save for a crisp, white, disposable diaper.
"Great,” he sighed in exasperation. “So they weren't scavvers, they were just pervs. Makes sense why you'd stay here,"
"Hey!" retorted Blackjack. "Luna and Desdemona are not perverts!"
"So why did they drug and stick a diaper on me? I'm sure that's a perfectly normal thing to do."
"Maybe they did it because you always act like such a spoilt baby, did you ever think of that?!"
The argument quickly dissolved into insults as neither refused to back down, they swore and called each other names that would have made even the most foul mouthed individual blush. Thankfully, the two mammals ran out of puff before it came to blows and they slumped down on opposite ends of the mattress, which gave Rocket a chance to look around.
As he expected, they were in a nursery of some kind, the walls were a soft bluish color and a massive amount of pillows and plushies surrounded the room. Trinkets of stars and spaceships hung from the ceiling, while the crib they were in was as large as every other piece of furniture, it’s railings too tall for him to even consider reaching on his own. 
Despite this, he had to admit the mattress they were sat on was surprisingly comfortable, and he couldn't remember the last time he had such a good night's sleep.
Although it didn't improve his mood.
"Guess now that you're here everything's going to turn to shit, time to get out of here,” he angrily snapped.
"Hey now, why the rush? You were enjoying yourself before, so why bail out? C'mon Rocky, stay with me."
"Don't you 'Rocky' me Blackjack! You have no idea what you did!"
To Rockets surprise, the hares ears drooped in sadness.
"Actually...I do, just because I left doesn't mean I stopped looking you up. I saw you got a new crew, the 'Guardians of the Galaxy',what are they like?"
"Better than you, asshole," huffed the raccoon.
"They sound like it," he replied, sadly. "Look, Rocky I'm-"
"You're what?" interrupted Rocket. "Sorry for leaving me behind? Sorry I spent a week in confinement with barely any food because they couldn't decide if I was a pet, experiment or sentient creature? Sorry for leaving me to fend for myself? Sorry for BREAKING MY HEART!"
He didn't know when he had stood up, but the angry raccoon was now standing over the cowering hare, hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes. But then something happened that he did not expect.
Blackjack suddenly threw himself at Rocket, and began to bawl his eyes out.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried over and over as he held onto the stunned raccoon, burying himself into Rockets toned chest. 
Momentarily frozen, Rockets brain slowly slid into gear as he looked down at the hare. Expecting to see nothing but crocodile tears, he turned Blackjack’s head so he could look him in the eye. However, he saw something he didn't expect, genuine regret and sadness.
The Blackjack Rocket knew was an angry, twitchy, lying, loudmouthed, asshole who took no crap from anyone. But the hare that was tightly hugging him was a weeping mess of emotion.
"You...you aren't kidding…” he stuttered. “What happened to you?"
"I crashed here a couple of months ago,” began Blackjack, the pair dropping to sit on the mattress. “Got pretty banged up," he continued, pulling back the fur on his arm to show Rocket a scar. 
"Might have died too if it weren't for Luna and Dee. They brought me here and fixed me up, of course I acted like an asshat the whole time, they fed me some of that bulb fruit, I fell asleep and woke up in here."
"I'll be you weren't happy," concluded Rocket.
"That's an understatement," he replied, ears drooping in shame. "I think I broke just about everything before they caught me."
He shivered a bit and clung tighter to the raccoon, who was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was the same hare that used to shoot anyone for looking at him funny.
"Then what happened?" he asked.
"They spanked me.” 
Rocket blinked, as his brain short circuited, then he burst into a full, genuine, belly laugh.
"It's not funny," replied an indignant Blackjack, rubbing his padded butt. "It really hurt."
"Oh, you have to admit," giggled Rocket. "It is funny to think of the toughest hare in the galaxy getting his butt spanked like a naughty boy."
The hare just huffed as Rocket continued to laugh until tears streamed down his face. Then he slowly started to smile, giggle, then laugh along with him until they couldn't remain seated and fell flat onto the mattress until they calmed down.
"Oh man, I needed that as well,” tittered Rocket, wiping a tear from his eye.
Blackjack just lay beside the raccoon, a few giggles escaping his lips as the pair turned their heads to look at one another.
"So, what happened after that?" he asked
Blackjack sighed.
"I tried to escape, didn't work, by the way. I acted up to make them kick me out, but they just spanked me again, and again. But the funny thing is, they were never malicious about any of it, they always hugged and comforted me every time. Sometimes they would just hold me close until I’d worn myself out. Eventually, something clicked. Look at this."
He sat up and held out one paw, flat. For the longest time, Rocket could remember Blackjack being twitchy, a side effect of the rabbits chem addiction. Although in many ways, Blackjack had been addicted to violence. His paws were always shaking and shuddering, the only time they were ever steady was when he had taken his next hit.
But now, it was steady as a rock, something which astounded the raccoon.
"They took my chems away, and It's been like that since I stopped fighting back, since I realised they just wanted to help me."
"You lost me," replied a confused Rocket, sitting up next to him.
"Rocket," sighed Blackjack. "We've had to act as tough as nails all our lives because we thought the galaxy didn't give a shit about us. Our first real memories are of that whack job sticking probes in our brains, then we escaped and everything seemed like it was out to get us. That you, me and Lylla had to rely on ourselves for everything. How is she doing by the way?"
"She's doing fine," said Rocket, with just a tinge of sadness. "Opened her own tech company after she left, owns half of all machinery on Xandar from what I heard."
"She had big dreams," sighed Blackjack. "Lylla was always the best of us."
"Ain't that the truth,"he mumbled. "Never understood what drove her."
"I think I do," replied the hare. "Since opening myself to Luna and Dee, I realised that none of us really had any love in our lives, but after we got out, Lylla found some from us. We always looked out for her, protected her, made sure she had food even if it meant we went hungry. We were like a family, we made her feel loved."
He saw Rocket's face fall as he turned away from the blue bunny.
"And I betrayed that love when I left you behind, I betrayed everything we did to give Lylla a chance."
They sat in silence, their arms wrapped around their knees.
"Blackjack," mumbled Rocket. "Do you really regret what you did?"
"Every day," he replied. "I was a coward Rocket, I shouldn't have left you, maybe you wouldn't be such as asshole if I hadn't."
Rocket snorted in amusement, causing the hare to smile. Turning his head, the raccoon looked Blackjack in the eyes and saw that they were shimmering with unshed tears.
"Was there ever anything between us?"
Blackjack had only one answer.
He leaned forward and gently kissed Rocket on the muzzle, wrapping his arms around the raccoon as they fell back to the mattress.
"I missed you Rocky" he huffed, rubbing his paw over the raccoons chest,
 "I missed you too, Jackie," replied Rocket.
The use of his pet name caused the hare to smile and kiss Rocket again, their lips smacking together as their actions became increasingly heated.
"How about we have our overdue playtime together?" He brought his paw down towards Rockets diaper, rubbing the front and filling the air with loud crinkles.
"About that," replied the raccoon. "Could we lose the diapers? They are kind of embarrassing."
"Why? Enquired Blackjack. "I think I look pretty cute in it." 
He stood up and struck a seductive pose,one hand behind his head and another on his padded booty. 
Blackjack always had a slim and athletic body, it was what first attracted Rocket to him in the first place. Now, seeing him in nothing but a thick, crinkly diaper should have made the raccoon feel awkward, but instead, he found that it made the hare look downright sexy.
Rocket shook his head to try and clear it, but Blackjack saw the effect he was having, as there was a noticeable tent in the raccoons padding. Slinking up to his partner, he gave it a soft squeeze, causing the racoon to shiver. The soft cotton wrapped around his erection as Blackjack teased him, gentle shocks of pleasure shooting through his body with every paw stroke.
"Ah screw it!" exclaimed Rocket, suddenly grabbing the hare and kissing him. Blackjacks eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly learnt into it as they both fell down on the mattress, each embracing the other. Rockets senses were on fire as he felt Blackjacks soft and sweet scented fur around him, just as the hare shivered at the sensation of the raccoons course and sweaty coat.
Their lips smacking together, the two rolled over on the soft surface, paws exploring every inch of the others body, with Blackjack paying special attention to Rockets diaper as he teased the raccoon.
Rocket purred as the familiar paw came into contact with him again, massaging the muscles on his shoulders and chest, slowly moving down his stomach, and then his hips. He pushed back on the paw, the tent in his diaper grinding against it. Some voice in his mind told him to stop, but he didn't. A passion he thought long dead had been re-ignited and the raccoon released a throaty moan as Blackjack planted a trail of kisses down the nape of his neck.
The hare giggled as Rocket suddenly took the initiative in their makeout session. With a playful growl he flipped the hare down the mattress and straddled his hips. As he once more locked lips with his partner Blackjack let the raccoons paws explore his body, shivering as Rockets fingers danced down over his ribs and tummy before reaching to rub at his own diaper bulge. Blackjack gasped the tent in his diaper was rubbed, while he did the same with Rocket, filling the nursery with gasps, moans and crinkles.
They rolled over a few times, as they wrestled to be the top. Rocket kept winning as he was stronger than the bunny, but Jack had never minded before, although he wasn't going to make it easy. They could feel each others pleasure building in every moan and squeak, soon their paws were not enough and they started rubbing their diapers together, moaning in pleasure as the padding caressed their erections. Their pleasure building as the action became desperate, almost frenzied as years of pent up frustration and lust raced to the surface.
Rocket looked over at Blackjack, whose tongue was lolling out in pleasure as they kept grinding against one another, the raccoon was quickly reaching his peak as each movement sent jolts of pleasure through his body. Soon it was too much as, toes curling, he erupted into the padding with a loud groan, which sent  Blackjack over the edge and he thrust his diapered hips into the raccoon as he came, hard. Together they rode out their orgasms, thrusting and rubbing each others diapers until they slumped to the mattress, spent.
"My god," huffed Rocket. "That was...just...wow."
"I know," puffed an exhausted Blackjack. "What...what was that?"
"I don't know," replied Rocket, crawling up beside the hare. "But I liked it," he murmured, softly kissing Blackjack on his nose. The hare blushed as they lay back on the mattress, Rocket wrapping his arms around his love as they let exhaustion take them, and they were soon fast asleep. 
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When Blackjack awoke, he immediately found that he was still cuddling with Rocket, the raccoon was smiling as he unconsciously nuzzled into his chest fur. 
The hares throat burned with a raging thirst, no doubt a result of their 'activities'. Looking through the bars of the crib, he saw that a bottle of milk had been left on the nightstand. Carefully reaching out, so as not to disturb Rocket, he just managed to grab the bottle and bring it into the crib. Putting the teat to his lips, the hare greedily sucked down the sweet liquid as Rocket began to stir.
"Hey, what's that little bunny?" he asked, sleepily.
"It's mine," replied Blackjack cheekily, continuing to suck on the teat.
As he watched the hare drink, Rocket became aware of his own burning throat.
"C’mon, share a bit Jackie," he demanded, smacking his dry lips,
"Nope, ask Dee and Luna for one.”
"I don't know where they are,” whined Rocket. “Just let me have some to take the edge off."
"No!"
Rocket grabbed the bottle, managing to pry it out of the bunny's paw after a brief struggle that ended with Blackjack flat on the mattress and him straddling the hares diaper.  The raccoon didn't care that he was drinking from a baby bottle, he just wanted to slake his raging thirst. Raising it to his lips, he suckled at the teat, soothing his throat with the sweet liquid that poured down his muzzle.
"Hey, this tastes pretty good."
Blackjack pouted as he watched Rocket drinking from his bottle, however, he soon realised that Rocket had both paws on it, which left the raccoon wide open.
The hare shot his paws straight to Rockets sides and started tickling him under the ribs. Unprepared, Rocket burst out laughing, dropping the bottle in a shower of milk. His body spasmed at every touch as Blackjacks fingers danced up to his underarms and back down. He tried to protect himself with his own paws, but it was no use as the rabbit was already latched onto him.
The blue rabbit burst out laughing as Rocket fought through the tickling and got ahold of him, running his dull claws up Blackjacks sides and right into his armpits. With no signs of giving up, they tickled and roughhoused with each other, fighting for dominance until they were both exhausted, but still laughing and giggling they cuddled on the mattress.
In the calm Blackjack managed to get a hold of the baby bottle,  which was still half full despite being tossed around the crib during their activities.
"Why don't we share, hmm?" suggested the rabbit.
“Knowing you, you’d probably just drink it all and leave it empty," complained Rocket.
“That was the old me, Rocky,” countered Blackjack. “Let's try this."
Blackjack brought his lips to Rockets, gently kissing him. Tasting the sweet milk on Blackjacks lips, Rockets tongue invaded his mouth and was soon wrestling with the hares as they lay down on the soft mattress. As they made out, the rabbit brought the bottle close, managing to squeeze the nipple between both of their lips. The two giggled as they both latched on, managing to suck on the teat as they kissed. Milk spilled into their mouths as their tongues wriggled and writhed with each other. The position was fun, but not ideal, as liquid occasionally leaked onto the mattress. But they ignored it and kept going, not wanting to let go of the intimate moment until the bottle was all finished and they once again fell into slumber. 
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From outside, Luna and Dee had been watching the two snuggle on a hidden Nanny Cam, happy to see the little bunny have a playmate since he got there. 
"They seem happy together," said Luna.
"Very happy," teased Dee. "Blackjack was doing well, but this was one wound we couldn't heal alone."
"Guess we were lucky that Rocket crashed here."
"Very lucky," replied Dee, getting up from her chair and heading to the nursery. Quietly pushing open the door, she cautiously retrieved the bottle. As she looked into the crib, she cooed at the sight of the two little creatures snuggling and shifting as they slept. Watching as Rocket slowly turned over, giving her a chance to pick him up and cradle him in her arms. She gently began to pet him, his fur was so soft after the bath, all the grime and tangles replaced with a downy pelt.
"Shhh now little one, it's okay,” she soothed, as the racoon began to squirm. “Go back to sleep, you'll be back with your family as soon as your ship gets fixed up, no need to worry."
Rocket was dimly aware of her soft words. Family?... Was she talking about the other guardians? Well, that's what Quill and Gamora has been calling the team right? Family... Yeah...He'll be back with them soon...with Jackie.
"Just think of them, they'll be happy to see you again, they'll cradle you back to sleep."
He leaned his head onto Dee's chest and felt the warmth radiating from her. It was nice, he remembered the other Guardians doing something similar, Quill when he passed out drinking at a bar, Drax when he dozed off in the pilot's chair, Gamora, when he got sick, Mantis, when she insisted, and Groot, whenever he wanted too.
He never realised it before, but he never complained or fought back, he liked the contact. It made him feel warm, safe and loved. He imagined them cradling him now, cradling Blackjack as well, waiting for them to fall asleep. He leant into Dee even more as thoughts of his family swam through his head, of how they might react to the rabbit.
Quill would probably joke about it, Drax would loudly announce that Rocket had found a potential mate, Gamora would want to see Jackie's skill, and Mantis would just want to cuddle them both like he was being held now. He smiled as he thought about baby Groot in particular, the tree would be ecstatic at getting another dad.
At that thought, he gained enough awareness to realise he couldn't feel Blackjacks warm body and began to squirm again.
"Oh little one," cooed Dee. "Did you miss your friend?."
Rocket felt Dee bow down and heard Blackjack's diaper crinkle as he was lifted up, scooting himself in and wrapping his arms around the raccoon once they lay comfortably in the aliens arms. 
Dee managed to hold in a squeal once they started to snuggle again. They looked so freaking adorable.
Rocket settled in. Being surrounded by warmth, hugging something warm, gently being rocked as Dee hummed a melody, it was just comfortable and relaxing. Even the soft, and slightly sticky, padding around his hips felt good. They both lay in her arms as she gently hummed a lullaby, quiet and still, breathing in the others scent.
Dee slowly carried the two out of the nursery and into the large living room, where Luna was sitting on the sofa. At the sight of the two diapered furs cuddling in her partners arms, she silently squealed, scooting over to let Dee sit down.
"They look sooooo cute," she gushed.
"Shh," hushed Dee. "You don't want to wake the babies.”
Luna just rolled her eyes and began gently stroking Blackjack, running her hand down his bare back a few times before rubbing a finger across his furry cheek. The hare's nose twitched in response, but he remained sleeping.
Dee snuggled up to her partner, passing off Rocket to her so she could get a better grip on Blackjack. Luna eagerly accepted the raccoon, cuddling him close to her chest as she rubbed his back.
"You'd make a great mum," observed Dee..
"We'd make great mums," replied Luna, looking down lovingly at the sleeping mammals. "I'd love to keep them like this."
"You know we can't do that," said Dee. "We only fix what's broken, we don't keep them when it's done."
"I know," sighed Luna, sadly. "But for once I'd just like something for ourselves."
Dee tilted her partners head so she could see her beautiful face, before lightly kissing her.
"That's actually something I was thinking about," she replied. "Just because we have to let go of what is broken, doesn't mean we can't find something for ourselves."
Luna's face lit up with a bright smile.
"Once we get these little fellows home, lets go and find our own little bundle."
Luna had to keep herself from squealing with joy, so she settled for stealing another kiss.
Meanwhile, as the two aliens snogged, Rocket shifted in Luna’s arms, slowly starting to feel a slight discomfort, drawing him out of restfulness. The Raccoon knew what the feeling meant, all the milk and juice he'd been drinking was starting to act up, nature was calling.
With an uncharacteristic whimper, he tried to push Luna away from him,
"Shh, shh now, hey now, little one," she cooed, gently rocking the cyborg mammal. "No need to get cranky, I'm here, just lay down."
"Rocket," Blackjack said groggily, as he slowly out of his snooze. "What's wrong?"
"I-I need to go," he replied, increasing his efforts to get free.
"They haven't fixed your ship yet... just cuddle with me.”
Luna and Dee giggled to one another, they knew exactly what the raccoon meant.
"No, I mean I need to pee!" he exclaimed. "Where's the restroom?"
"Oh... Oh!" Blackjack, realised, then he started to giggle. "Idiot, you're wearing it already," he then quickly crawled out of Dee’s arms and grabbed Rocket, holding him still.
"What?"
"Just use the diaper, it'll make things better."
"He's right," cooed Luna, keeping the cyber mammal wrapped in her arms. "Just let go, you're here to relax, to be loved. Let us take care of you."
"I'm not using this! It'll sink into my fur!" He replied, wiggling even more, but despite the raccoons best efforts, they both managed to keep him pinned.
"I'm not letting you go, Rocky!" declared Blackjack wrapping an arm and a leg around the raccoon. His other paw snaked over to Rockets furry stomach, massaging it while he placed his other thigh at the front of his diaper.
"C'mon Rocky, there's nowhere else to go but here, we’ve already ‘used’ these diapers so just let it flow. It might suck at first, but you'll feel so much better."
The feeling in Rockets bladder was getting irritating, he couldn't break free from Luna and Blackjack's grip and wiggling just made it worse as the bunny kept adding pressure to his bladder.
"Jackie, no! I don't want to! Just let me go!"
"Nuh uh! I've done it before, and now you're gonna do it, it's no big deal really," he said rubbing circles on rockets stomach before pressing down on his diaper. "Plus you'll get to stay here with me! They'll take care of everything later, just like how they take care of me."
"Jackie, just, c'mon! I can't-"
"Shhh, there's no shame in it."
Blackjack gave the raccoon one big squeeze, pressing his whole body on him until, finally, his bladder gave up.
Warmness spread itself around Rockets crotch as he gave a long sigh of relief and shame, his ears folding flat onto his skull and his cheeks blushing crimson in embarrassment.  Blackjacks hold kept getting tighter as he wet his diaper, the hares thigh going warm as Rocket gave in, he giggled a little, cooing and patting the raccoon as he continued on.
Rocket breathed heavily as the incident subsided, Blackjack still keeping a hold on as he tried not to make eye contact with either him or Luna. Embarrassment overrode everything he was feeling, his pride was damaged and he'd have to live on knowing the fact that he, Rocket Raccoon, interstellar bounty hunter, Guardian of the Galaxy and general badass, just wet his diaper like a little baby.
"See, that wasn't so bad, right?" said Blackjack, rubbing the raccoons back. "And you're still here, comfortably laying down with me, aren't these things convenient?"
He giggled like a child, but Rocket didn't reply.  He just remained still, processing what he just did, tears beading at the corner of his eye. The warmth in his diaper had spread from his crotch to his butt, it felt soggy against his skin and he was certain it would mat his fur.
He whimpered again, getting a frown from Blackjack.
"Hey now Rocky," soothed Blackjack, softly. "No need to be ashamed, it's what they're for. Don't worry, they'll give you a change, then we can just lay here and just enjoy the rest of the day, hmm?"
After a few moments, the humiliated Rocket gave a slow nod.
"If it makes you feel better, I won't tell anyone, they won't either, so no need to be embarrassed."
"It's true," said Dee. "We would never tell anyone what happens here, you are our guest, we want you to be safe and welcome."
"Let's get you out of that wet diaper," suggested Luna. "You'll feel much better, I'm sure."
Standing up, Luna took the soggy raccoon to the nursery, his diaper squished against his butt as she adjusted him into the crook of her elbow.
"Why'd you let me do that?!" he mumbled, folding his arms like a petulant child.
"Because," replied Luna, lying him out on the changing table. "Dee and I fix things, and the best way to fix you and Blackjack is to let relax and be loved."
"And how does wetting myself help?!" he snapped. "I knew you were really a pair of perv-AH!"
He cried out as Luna delivered a firm slap to his soaked padding.
"You listen here young man, I can understand your attitude given everything that's happened over your life, but that is NO excuse to insult anyone."
Rocket was temporarily stunned, and Luna took the opportunity to pull a strap across his tummy.
"You and Blackjack have been subject to the worst abuse we can imagine," she continued, ripping the tapes off his wet diaper, exposing the raccoons moistened crotch to the air.
Struggling on the table, Rocket opened his mouth to retort but Luna quickly shoved a pacifier between his teeth. Unbidden the raccoon found himself sucking on it. He tried to spit it out, but found himself unwilling to do so, it was even calming him down.
"It's the fruit," explained Luna. "We find it keeps unruly babies quiet by associating suckling with positive emotions."
Rocket gave her an angry look, but found himself otherwise unable to protest as Luna removed his wet nappy and lifted his legs. He gasped as a cold wipe was run over his backside and between his legs.
"As I was about to say," continued Luna as she cleaned his butt. "Blackjack told us about the lab, about the scientist and about your relationship, but we let you vent because we knew it would do you good. We didn’t intervene in your meeting with him because you had to work that out. Now that you are getting along, I can tell you something about Dee and I."
As she finished wiping up Rockets thighs and groin, she looked him in the eye.
"Dee and I fix things, it's what we've done our whole lives, but it's not limited to machinery."
Taking a bottle of baby oil, she squirted it into her palm and rubbed it into the raccoons bottom.
"We're empaths, we feel and project emotions. We felt the pain and hurt coming off of others and we wanted to help. We actually get recommended to beings that need emotional support. Some just need a good friend, but there are others that need an extra touch."
Rocket squirmed as she oiled him up, sucking on the pacifier as she worked. He felt her slick fingers go right between his cheeks and slide across his groin, causing his cock to involuntarily twitch in response. Soon he felt her hand withdraw and a babyish smell tickled his nostrils as she switched to a bottle of powder
"So, we take them back to a time when they were loved,"  she explained, liberally sprinkling the powder over the mammals bottom and crotch, right up his thighs and even his tummy, gently patting it into his fur. "We make them remember what it was like to have no cares, no troubles, no responsibilities. Just a need to be loved and cared for."
Lifting his butt once again, she slid something under it. Rocket felt his tail being pulled through a hole before he was set back down on a padded seat of a fresh diaper.
"It might take a while," she said, "Some can be more difficult than others, but even when we punished Blackjack, we were never malicious about it, we made him remember this was for his benefit and that no matter what, he would be loved."
Pulling the front of the diaper over the mammals groin, Luna taped it up and released the strap holding him to the table. Looking down, Rocket groaned as he saw the thick, baby block print nappy that now swaddled his abdomen.
Lifting him back into her arms, she held him close, stroking his back and scratching behind his ears. Rocket tried to struggle, but it was half hearted, as Luna worked her fingers across his scalp. A feeling of contentment came over him and he began to purr.
"You know we just want to help, you've seen Blackjack, how he's changed having experienced real love and affection." Looking him in the eyes, Luna smiled and extended her powers, making Rocket feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Won't you give us a chance?"
Rocket didn't know if it was the alien woman's power, or the way she kept scratching him in all the right places, but his doubts were pushed to the back of his mind at the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing. Regardless, something made him let his guard down once again.
He looked up at Luna and gave a shy nod, the alien woman beaming before she hugged him happily.
"Thank you, now let's get back to Dee and Blackjack. It's almost time for lunch."
Re-entering the living room, the pair saw that it was empty, but there was a noise coming from the adjacent doorway. Passing into a spacious kitchen, complete with breakfast island and a large cooker, they saw Dee setting up a highchair, while Blackjack sat in another with a bib around his neck and a rattle in one hand.
Rocket groaned in embarrassment yet again, as the two aliens strapped him in and tied another bib around his neck..
"Looking good Rocky!" cheered Blackjack, eagerly shaking his rattle.
"...shut up Jackie," mumbled the raccoon, blushing.
"Now Rocket, that's no way to talk to your friend," chided Dee.
The halfworlder just mumbled as he felt his cheeks burn hotter.
With the two furs secure in their chairs, Dee and Luna got busy making lunch. Soon the kitchen was filled with beautiful smells as the pair chopped, seasoned and fried different types of vegetables and meat on the oven top.
Both mammals mouths watered in anticipation, Rocket didn't know about Blackjack, but he hadn't eaten since last night. From the looks the rabbit was giving the food, it was clear that he was equally famished.
Soon, Dee and Luna placed steaming plates of freshly cooked steak with gravy and veggies on the table for themselves, and two smaller ones on the highchair trays. Rocket looked down at his plate and observed the food was cut into bite sized chunks, as he was handed a plastic knife and fork.
'At least it's not baby mush,' he muttered, as a sippy cup of juice was added to his meal.
The four sat down to eat, although Rocket noticed that Blackjack wasn't so much eating his food as he was smearing it on his face and bib. The hare happily kicked his legs and sipped on his juice, while also wiping gravy and sauce all over his muzzle. He couldn't help but smirk at his antics, they really helped him change. He looked happy and carefree for the first time ever.
"Is someone enjoying his dinner?" cooed Dee, tickling one of Blackjacks large feet.
The hare giggled and nodded in response.
"What about out other little cutie?" asked Luna, lightly running a fingertip over Rockets footpaw.
The raccoon couldn't help himself, emitting a snort of laughter as he was trying to take a drink from his sippy cup. Spluttering as the cold liquid ran into his fur he threw the cup across the room in a huff, folding his arms and sitting back in the chair with a pout.
"Aww, poor baby," cooed Luna. "I think they both need a nice warm bath."
"And maybe a nap to help calm down," finished Dee, unbuckling Blackjack from his chair, the hare caked in what was his meal. “This one is just full of beans since his friend got here.”
She lightly ‘booped’ Blackjacks nose with a finger, causing the hare to giggle.
Carrying the two mammals to the bathroom, the alien ladies set them both down. As Luna ran the bath, Dee stripped off their diapers, Rocket blushing as he unconsciously went to cover himself. He hadn’t really felt ashamed about being naked in front of them earlier, but that was before he wet his diaper and he was still feeling embarrassed about that. 
In contrast, Blackjack didn't seem to care about being naked in front of anyone. The hare caught Rockets eye as he shamelessly raised his arms about his head and puffed out his chest, the raccoon blushing harder at the sight.
Once the bath was deemed ready, Luna and Dee approached the pair and lifted them into the tub, the warm water washing over their bodies. Some bubbles had been added to the water, and the two mammals were surrounded by suds as the alien women set to work. 
Luna gently washed the sticky apple juice out of Rockets fur, the soapy sponge working over his muzzle and down his chest.The raccoon was content to just let her do her job, lying back and closing his eyes so he could revel in the sensation. She soon swapped the sponge for a small comb and began to work the knots and tangles that had developed, returning Rockets fur to a fluffy finish.
 In contrast to Rocket, who was content to relax, Blackjack was being a bit more fussy.
"Hold still Jackie,” chided Dee. “I need to get this food off you."
The hare just shook his head and splashed in the water, causing Luna and Rocket to chuckle. Blackjack even went one step further and stood up to cheekily shake his blue bunny butt at her, although this backfired as Dee was able to deliver some sharp swats to his exposed derriere, causing him to shriek in surprise.
"Sit that behind of yours down mister, or you'll be going over my knee right now!"
Chastised, Blackjack settled back down and allowed Dee to clean him properly, although that didn't stop him crossing his arms in a huff.
"Never thought I'd see you taking orders Jackie," said Rocket.
"If your butt was on the line then you would do the same," he replied. "I was terrible when I first got here."
"It's true," replied Dee as she scrubbed Blackjacks shoulders. "He was erratic, underweight and really, really angry. You took more trips over my lap than anyone I've ever met."
"It helped in the end thought," continued Luna. "Once you learned to behave we were able to help you get over your addictions and you actually put on some weight."
"Now I'm a fine figure of a hare," finished Blackjack, standing up one again to pose, and giving Rocket a full view of his flaccid cock. The Raccoon blushed as he felt his own dick twitch.
Once the pair were clean, the water was drained, they were lifted out and stood on the bathroom floor. Taking a pair of fluffy towels, Dee and Luna dried the pair vigorously, causing them both to squirm and squeal as the aliens took the opportunity to tickle their sensitive spots.
Wrapping up the two mammals, the women took them into their arms and carried them to the nursery, laying them on their fronts, side by side on the changing table.
"Shall we get the babies diapered?" teased Luna.
"We can do this ourselves," interrupted Rocket, but that just got another pacifier shoved into his mouth.
"Remember, we're doing all the work," Dee reminded him, as Blackjack accepted a second pacifier for himself. "You two just relax and let us do what we do best."
"Fix things," finished Luna.
Rocket squeaked as the two set about patting down both mammals hindquarters with a powder puff, turning their cheeks a soft white while also sending a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder into the air. 
"Rocket, after a nice nap we can see about getting your ship fixed, but I hope you'll stay."
"We all do," continued Dee, as she turned Blackjack over so she could powder his groin.
Rocker felt himself being flipped over as well, feeling strangely small and vulnerable as he gazed up at the gigantic form of Luna. Turning his head to look at Blackjack, he saw the hare had a look of utter contentment on his features, sucking happily on his pacifier as Dee lifted slid a thick, puffy diaper under his butt.
Rocket saw him reaching out for something, so he took the hare's paw in his as Luna lifted his legs and did the same.
As soon as the tapes were closed, the pair sat up in their new diapers. Rocket prodded the front of his and realised just how thick they were, he couldn't even close his legs. Once again, they were both lifted up by the two women and transported to the crib he had woken up in earlier that day.  As they were laid inside, Dee passed a baby blue blanket over them, as Luna gently stroked their heads.
"Sweet dreams you two," she said, planting a gentle kiss between Blackjacks ears.
"We really hope you'll consider our offer," continued Dee as she did the same to Rocket.
With that, the lights were lowered and the two aliens exited, living the two freshly diapered mammals alone. The room was quiet but for the crinkles of their diapers as they shifted inside the crib. Silence reigned for a moment.
"How are you feeling?" asked Blackjack.
"Honestly, I still can't believe everything that's happened."
"Go figure," giggled the hare. “I’ve never known you to be so quiet.”
“That makes two of us,” admitted Rocket.
"So, what next? Gonna blast off once they fix your ship?"
Rocket looked at the blue bunny's scarlet eyes and thought. Everything that happened was certainly different, but he couldn't deny at times it had been relaxing, he didn't have to bother listening, or bickering, with the other Guardians, which saved him a headache. Plus Luna and Dee had certainly taken care of him thus far and had done nothing to really harm him, even if their introduction to it all had been unorthodox.
There was also Blackjack, he loved having his bunny boy back, and there was no denying that he looked a lot better than he had done before their breakup. IN addition, now they had a moment to think, Rocket had to admit that he felt much better about himself, he felt...loved, like there was someone there who wanted him, not just Blackjack. The feeling was not unlike what he felt when he was with the other guardians, but even then he had never had a mother. 
Despite his initial reservations, everything that had happened felt...good, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
"Not yet," he replied, snuggling into Blackjack. "I think I'll stay for a few more days."
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“Nothing! Dammit!” exclaimed Peter Quill, slamming a hand on the console.
“I am Groot?” queried the tiny tree man that sat on his shoulder.
“Sorry Groot,” responded Quill. “But I still can’t find any trace of Rocket.”
“I am Groot,” he replied, sadly.
“It’s been weeks,” stated Drax, the grey alien sat in the chair to Quills right.
“He is likely dead,” stated Nebula, former daughter of Thanos.
“Nebula!” admonished Gamorra, the other former daughter of Thanos. “Don’t say things like that in front of Groot.”
“I feel sadness,” interjected Mantis, her antenna rotating to each of the Guardians. “From all of you.”
“I am Groot…” said a downhearted Groot, tears beading in his eyes.
“Hey buddy,” consoled Quill. “Don’t worry, I’m not giving up on Rocket.”
“You should, it would help the grieving process,” stated Nebula.
“NO!”
The cyborg jumped as they collectively yelled at her.
With a sigh, Quill turned back to the navigation console, they had been trawling through the remains of asteroids and the pirate fleet ever since his plan had gone south. When that happened the Guardians barely had time to flee, and they hadn’t registered the raccoons absence until after they took off. So when the Milano detected a massive detonation in this sector, Quill knew it had to have been Rocket, no one else loved explosions like that guy.
For weeks they had combed the debris, but so far they hadn’t found anything, which was either good or bad depending on how you thought.
“Take us back for another sweep,” he ordered. “Rocket did this and there will be a way to find him.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Gamorra. “I’ve got something on sensors, it’s a small ship near the edge of the debris.”
“I am Groot?” asked Groot, hopefully.
“I don’t know little guy, but we are going to find out!” 
Quill slammed the thruster controls forward and the Milano’s engine roared as it jetted through space, detritus bouncing harmlessly off its hull. As they neared the edge of the field, he slowed the ship to a stop, as a wormhole came into view.
“Anything?” he enquired, turning to Gamorra.
“Yes, she replied. “It’s still there.”
Starlord flipped on the communicator.
“Rocket! Yo, Rocket, that you?”
There was static for a moment, then the signal cleared as a familiar voice spoke.
“Hey Pete, how's it going?”
The cockpit erupted in cheers from the Guardians, Groot leaping from Quills shoulder and pressed himself against the glass as he tried to find his wayward father figure. 
“It is good to hear your voice missing friend,” stated Drax.
“Nebula thought you were dead,” replied Quill.
“She did? Understandable, your plan really didn't work out like we thought.”
“Yeah...sorry about that.”
“It’s okay Quill, I forgive you.”
That caused the crew to raise an eyebrow, Rocket never usually forgave people, he just made sarcastic or rude comments to them.
“You feeling okay Rocket? Only I’ve never got an apology off you before.”
There was a chuckle over the comm.
“It’s still me guys, but I might have had a little...experience when I went through that wormhole. It’s all good, don't worry. Would you mind if we came aboard?”
“We?” enquired Gamorra.
“Yeah...look it’s a long story. Might be easier to explain in person.”
As the ship approached, Groot waved as he caught sight of his caretaker. The other Guardians followed his gaze and tried to see the vessel, but it ducked under the Milano before they could get a clear view of the cockpit.
A few minutes later, they were assembled by the ships docking port, with Groot barely able to contain himself as he danced around Starlords legs. Soon the hatch opened, and Rocket Raccoon poked his head out, followed by his passenger.
The Guardians were surprised when they saw the blue bunny climb out, they thought Rocket was one of a kind. The rabbit wore a set of goggles with red lenses, and a jumpsuit similar to the raccoon, as well as a tattered cape.
There was also something different about Rocket, his fur, instead of coarse and scraggly, was instead well groomed and fluffy. His expression was also softer, less defensive, his eyes holding affection, instead of a barely contained anger. They then noticed he was holding the rabbits paw.
“Everyone, before I tell you what happened, I'd like you to meet the love of my life, Blackjack O’Hare.”
“Uh..hi?” said the rabbit, nervously.
“I am Groot!” 
Overjoyed at the sight of his guardian, Groot burst from behind Starlord legs and practically tackled Rocket, who swept him up into a hug.
“Hey there Groot, miss me?”
“I am Groot.”
“Sorry little man, I’ll never make you worry like that again.”
Groot hugged him tighter in response.
“You never said you had a kid Rocky,” chuckled Blackjack.
“He can be a bit of a handful at times Jackie.”
As the racoon introduced Groot to his partner, the other Guardians were having a moment of disbelief.
“Rocky?” mouthed Gamora to Quill.
“Jackie?” shrugged the human.
“Who are you loving and well groomed mammals? What have you done with our foul mouthed friend?” stated Drax, drawing a facepalm from Nebula.
Rocket chuckled.
“It’s still me Drax, I’ve just had a bit of an adventure that made me reconsider a few things, like whats really important to me.”
He gave Blackjack a loving look, which made the hare flush.
“Well, we’d love to hear all about it, because we’ve been looking for you for weeks,” replied Starlord.
Rocket chuckled.
“Thanks Quill, but trust me, this one you won’t believe until you hear it from them.”
“Them?” enquired Gamora.
“Yeah, it was pretty cramped getting everyone on the ship, but they insisted on coming to make sure we got home safe.”
He turned to the small vessel.
“You can come out now.”
The Guardians were stunned as out of the docking port emerged Luna and Desdemona, amazed that the two alien women had even fit inside the craft. Rocket watched as Quills jaw dropped from their height alone, confirming his suspicion that they were indeed, taller than him, in fact they were taller than everyone by a head.
Once they had entered, both he and Blackjack allowed themselves to be scooped into their arms before they approached the other Guardians.
“Hello, I’m Luna and this is Des, it’s so nice to meet you.”
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