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Raccoon Rage

Chapter 1: Bad Day at Work

By XP Author

Ray Elario hated his job. This wasn't a unique thing to the raccoon, of course. In fact, most people who worked retail hated their job. They had to deal with annoying customers, uptight managers, crappy working conditions, all while being paid peanuts. Granted it wasn't the worst job in the world, but it certainly wasn't anyone's dream job, either. He worked for a local super market named Green Dean's, though the local joke was calling it Gree-Dees, or just GDs. It was one of those ones that wanted to seem like they were both competing with the big chains but also keep some local feel. They usually failed at both.

The uniform was generic black trousers, a hideous green polo that clashed horribly with his dark brown fur, and a matching baseball cap with the company name stitched in yellow. It seemed designed to look bad on everyone. He almost envied his managers getting to wear a suit. Almost.

Ray had been working at GDs for going on four years, since before he'd graduated high school. In those four years, he'd only been given a raise three times, and two of them were because the state required a pay increase after a certain amount of time worked. His managers always found some way to screw an employee out of a raise, usually by some bullshit write up. Being written up meant you were no longer eligible for the increase in money for another six months. It was convenient how, almost like clockwork, someone would find a reason to write him up almost exactly six months from the last time.

Ray would have quit, but his father died before Ray graduated high school, so now he felt stuck here, having to help his mom pay bills. There really wasn't much in the job market for a 19 year old not going to college yet. It was this, or a fast food joint, which was just as bad. His mom would probably fly off the handle if he quit anyway. He didn't need that.

Unfortunately, it was one in a long list of things he didn't need today. The other being the task he'd been given by his manager, Roger. The uptight red dragon always seemed to have a thing against Ray, and he pretty much knew why. Ray's girlfriend was a lizard, an iguana specifically, and Roger was one of those closed-minded types that thought dating outside your own species was akin to murder. An old fashioned mindset even when the dragon was Ray's age. Granted, his mom wasn't super comfortable with it, since the likelihood of her being a grandma from that was pretty much nil, but he didn't plan on having kids anyway.

Roger's latest task to annoy the raccoon was to completely restock the prepackaged produce shelf. This meant he'd have to pull down all the old stuff, make sure to check the sell-by dates on everything, and ditch whatever was from before a certain date, then refill the shelves. It would be a fast job in the morning, or at night, but it was the middle of the afternoon, right when the store was busiest that this task was given to him. He just grit his teeth and accepted it. Trying to point out how stupid doing it now was would only give the man another reason to write him up, and he'd already been written up for 'improper behavior' earlier this week, screwing him out of the raise he was supposed to be getting next month. The improper behavior was laughing at a joke a coworker, the mouse Abigail, had made while on a register. Funny how the Abby didn't get written up. Ray suspected she and Roger were fucking.

Ray was knelt down before the array of produce before him on the shelves. Behind him were carts carrying boxes with the new to put out, plus a bin to throw the ones that were past due. He'd been at it for half an hour, and only just finished sorting the stuff off the shelves. He was just slicing the top of one of the boxes with his box cutter when he heard the sound all retail employees fear. The Sigh. It was the long suffering sigh of someone who thought they were the most important person in the room, and wanted you to know how much you were inconveniencing them with your very existence.

Ray very much wanted to ignore it, but he knew that would just be inviting trouble. He turned to his right, toward the source of the sigh, and saw a ferret standing there, tapping her foot impatiently. Dressed in gaudy pink clothing that clashed with her hazelnut fur almost as much as his shirt did his own. Only he didn't choose to wear this in public. She looked about the same age as his mother, late 30's to early 40's, her obviously dyed blonde hair cut just above her shoulders. She could have been the poster child for what was known as a Karen, the bane of many a service employee.

He braced himself mentally, and forced himself to put on a polite smile and tone of voice. "I'm-"

She cut him off before he even got more than the first word out of his mouth. "Oh my God! Why are you doing this now!?"

He resisted flinching at her shrill voice. He restarted what he was about to say before. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll be done in about 15 minutes." He glanced to the very empty shopping cart in front of her. She'd obviously only just arrived. "I'm sure I'll be out of the way by the time you're done with the rest of your shopping."

She gave him the same kind of look he might give someone who just admitted they enjoyed throwing small children into a meat grinder. "Oh, you did NOT just tell me to go away!"

He blinked in confusion. "I... no, ma'am. I di-"

She loudly interrupted him yet again. "MISS! I am no MA'AM you stupid child!"

He took a deep breath to keep his calm, and after holding it for a good second, he responded in as calm a voice as he could manage. "I am sorry, miss." He emphasized the correction this time. "No, I didn't ask you to go away. But this will take a little more time for me to finish, and I wouldn't want you to waste your obviously valuable time waiting on me."

She stomped her foot on the ground, her heals clacking on the tile loudly. For a moment, he was sure she was going to slap him for even daring to correct her assumption. "Little boy, you don't know that I need to do more shopping!"

Little boy? He was a good half foot taller than her. Sure he wasn't a giant at only 5'10" but he wasn't exactly a midget, either. He didn't think he looked that young, either. "Ma-" he caught himself. "Miss, I'm very sorry. What is it that you needed from here? I can get one fresh out of the box for you."

She huffed at him again, waving her hand at him dismissively. "Oh no, I don't want your filthy paws all over my fresh greens! Just let me grab what I want myself!"

She started to move around to grab one of the unopened boxes. He put his hand on the top of the box to stop her picking it up. "I'm sorry. I can't let a customer open boxes and go through them. It's against store policy." He gently brushed her hand off the top of the box. That was his mistake.

She recoiled from him and took a draw of breath that was the most over exaggerated gasp he had ever heard. "How dare you grab me!"

He just stared at her, blinking in utter confusion. "I- what?"

Her voice had gotten so loud at this point that he was sure she could be heard outside the store. He was sure that was her intention, as well. "Don't you dare lay your hands on me again, you filthy child! Oh, I should call the police!"

Ray was about to try and explain that he didn't do any such thing when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Is there a problem here?" Ray sighed as he heard Roger's voice. Of course the man would have heard all this commotion. Ray wanted to hope he was going to get out of this with just a stern talking to, but somehow he doubted it.

The woman pointed a finger accusingly at the raccoon, as dramatic as someone might in a crime drama pointing out the real murderer. "He grabbed me!"

Ray just gave her a look like she'd grown a second head. "No I didn't." He turned to Roger, who was now standing beside him and glaring down at him. The red dragon was about the same age as the woman, in his early 40's, and stood tall over Ray, and despite being quite a bit overweight, still was an imposing figure when he wanted to be. Roger continued his explanation. "She tried to open one of the boxes. I tried to explain to her that it's against store policy to let cus-"

She interrupted him yet again, practically screaming now. "He assaulted me!"

Ray spun and gave the woman an incredulous look. "I did no such thing!"

Roger shook his head and looked at Ray with a stern, disapproving glare. He was then all flowers and smiles to the woman. "I'm terribly sorry for my associate's behavior." He held out a hand to her. "If you'd follow me to my office, I'm sure we could work something out." He glared at Ray again, his voice dripping with disapproval. "You, too. Now."

The woman happily accepted the offer and followed the much taller dragon. Ray just rolled his eyes and followed along behind. As they passed the front register, a few of his coworkers gave him odd stares. Abby was in the back room, the mouse giving him a concerned look. He just shrugged as he passed by silently. Once in the office, Ray stood to the side while the ferret had a seat in one of the leather chairs. Roger got behind his desk. The office wasn't large, and Roger took up a large portion of it. It had no windows, and honestly always made Ray feel like it was a fancy closet more than an office. Though it gave Roger privacy to do whatever the fuck he did back here all day. Probably watch porn and jerk off, and probably while staring at that heavy award on the corner of his desk. It looked like someone glued a broken piece of marble to a base stone plate and called it art. 'Excellent Service' is what it read, with Roger's name. From some award group. The dragon had probably gotten his name in the paper for whatever it was, too.

Roger smiled to the woman. "No, I'd like to apologize again, miss~"

The ferret woman smiled at him. "Ms. Fenton." She then glared at Ray. "And I should hope you are sorry. This man was rude to me out there and grabbed me!"

Ray rolled his eyes. He was so done with this and dropped the polite act. "No, ma'am, I did not grab you." He looked at Roger then, explaining the situation. "She wanted one of the produce that I was stocking, I asked which one, she didn't tell me and just grabbed a box to open it. I politely told her that she's not allowed to do that."

She grunted. "You assaulted me!"

He sighed again. "No, I did not. I very gently brushed your hand away."

Roger frowned at him. "Technically, that's sexual assault." He said it with a kind of finality that didn't sound good.

Ray's head snapped to the right, staring at his manager in disbelief. "It's WHAT!?"

Ms. Fenton huffed, giving Ray a smug look. "That's right, you hooligan!" Ray just stood there, feeling like he was the victim of an elaborate prank that wasn't very funny.

Roger just shook his head. "I'm going to have to write you up for this."

Ray's eyes narrowed "For what!? Doing my job?"

Ms. Fenton chimed in. "For trying to rape me! You're lucky I'm not pressing charges!" Ray just looked back at the woman dumbstruck. How the hell did this go from stocking shelves to rape accusations?

Roger shook his head. "Now now, there isn't any need for that. I'm sure we can work something out."

Ray was done now. "Oh, you're going to reward her for lying about this?" She gave another one of her over-exaggerated gasps. Ray rounded on her this time. "You shut up, you crazy bitch!" She looked as if he'd slapped her.

Roger slammed his hand on his desk, making his phone and the aware jump a half inch. "Ray! That's it! I was going to just write you up, but you do not talk to customers that way! You're fired!"

Ray slowly turned to Roger. He stuffed his hand in his pocket to hid his clenching fist. "You're firing me for doing my job? Because some lying, stuck up, arrogant little bitch accused me of trying to rape her when all I did was gently brush her hand away from a box!?"

Roger stared directly back at Ray, meeting his gaze. "I'm firing you because you've been nothing but a problem since you got here. I should have fired you years ago, but I put up with you because you work holidays. But now I'm correcting that mistake. Now get out of my office." Ray felt himself shaking with fury now.

Ms. Fenton huffed, smugly taunting him as he turned to leave. "Serves you right for assaulting me!"

That was the last straw. He gripped the heavy object in his pocket and turned to the woman. "No, Ms. Fenton. What I did wasn't assault. This is." He pulled the box cutter out of his pocket and extended the blade the entire length. With one quick motion he swiped it across the ferret woman's long neck, slicing her throat open. Her smug expression turned instantly into panic as she tasted her own blood. Her shrill voice nothing but gurgles now. "What's the matter? Can't bitch at me now!?"

Roger stared in shock for a moment at the scene in his office. The teenager brandishing a box cutter and the woman now spewing blood from her neck all over his office. He suddenly came to his senses and scrambled to grab his phone. Then he was screaming as the box cutter was slammed through his right hand, pinning it to the desk. "Sorry, boss! You can't call out right now. You're in a meeting with a customer. You wouldn't want to be rude, would you?" Ray pulled the blade out of the dragon's hand swiftly, slicing more of it open in the process. Blood gushed from the wound, but it wasn't fatal, unlike Ms. Fenton's. The ferret already slid to the floor and was gurgling. She was definitely dead, but he didn't cut deep enough for it to be a quick death. She could writhe around for a while.

Roger tried to grab at Ray with his good hand, but the young raccoon just backed away. "Call an ambulance you psychopath! She's bleeding to death!"

Ray just glared at the older man. "That is kind of the point, isn't it?" He shook his head, tapping the blade against the award on the side of the desk. "Or are you trying to get another award? Or your name in the paper? 'Local hero stops mad raccoon.' Right?" He spat at the dragon. "You'll forget the part where you were going to fire me because a lying bitch accused me of almost raping her in the middle of the produce section!"

Ray picked up the award. "Holy shit this thing's heavy." It felt like it weighted almost five pounds. "Who did you fuck to get this? Excellent service my ass! The only thing you service is your own cock!" Roger glared at him. "Oh, no, that's right. You get Abby to do that for you, don't you?" Roger's eyes went wide for a moment. "Oh!? Didn't think I would have figured that out? That you like stuffing your prick into your employee's ass? Yeah, I did." He gripped the stone award in his hand tighter. "Wasn't hard. You know, you write me up every chance you can, but not her for the same thing. Hell, you write me up whenever you can. Tell me! Why was that?"

Roger just glared at him and stayed silent, clutching his bloody hand close against him. "Oh no, you don't stay quiet, buddy." He held the box cutter out at Roger in his left hand, still clutching the stone award in his right. "Tell me, or I'll have you on the floor like her in a second." He motioned to the woman still gurgling out her blood at his feet. The ferret was thrashing about on the floor weakly now, and he heard her tail and legs thumping against the tile as she struggled against her own death.

Roger's expression grew from one of stoic defiance to disgust. "You want to know why? Fine. I'll tell you why. Because you are a degenerate." Ray looked back at him. "You and your little girlfriend. A lizard fucking a raccoon. It's disgusting!"

Ray tilted his head. "Oh. That's a fascinating opinion for you to have, considering you're fucking a mouse. You piece of shit hypocrite." He suddenly swung the award into Roger's face. Ray was almost as surprised when it connected as the dragon was. Roger grunted and fell to the side out of his chair. Ray grit his teeth, not satisfied with just one hit. He shoved the desk out of the way as he walked around it to the collapsed dragon. He brought the award down again, smashing it as hard as he could on the man's face. It made a satisfying sound when it smashed into his skull.

He hit him again. And again. And again. "You stupid! Lying! Piece! Of! Shit! Fucking! Hypocrite!" Every word was punctuated by the award colliding with the man's head. At first it was a satisfying thunk. Then there were cracks, and wet smacks and crunches. By the time the award broke in half in his hand, Ray was no longer beating it against a skull, but a shattered, bloody pile of broken bone and smashed brain matter where the top of Roger's head had once been. The dragon's body lay limp already.

Ray stood up, panting but still seething. He heard the weak gurgles of the ferret, still dying on the floor. He moved around to her, found her body twitching and shaking. He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. Her eyes were foggy and unfocused, and only barely registered him so close. That much blood loss was finally taking a toll. He watched her body twitching in the pool of her own blood, and found himself having grown rigid in his pants. He wasn't sure if it was from the rage, the exertion, watching the woman bleed out in front of him, or some combination, and he didn't care.

He rolled the ferret onto her back and started ripping clothes off of her. Her blood covered pink shirt was yanked off and thrown to the side. He used the box cutter to slice open her bra. It had once been a peach colored thing, now soaked red like the rest of her clothing. Once exposed, Ray saw her boobs were pretty big, and most likely fake, but he didn't care. He gave them both firm squeezes. "I wonder if there's enough of you left in there to feel any of this...?" Her pants were removed next, pulling the slacks down along with her panties in one go. Her legs were plump, not quite thunder thighs, but she obviously didn't work out. Her cunt was soaked, though he suspected not with arousal.

His own arousal was insistently pressing against his pants. He reached down to open his pants and finally let his shaft free. Eight inches sprang out into the air, throbbing and demanding attention. He stripped his pants off entirely, throwing them and his briefs onto a chair beside Roger's desk, one of the few places not covered in someone's blood at the moment. His shirt he was far less kind with. It was covered in splatter from the beating he'd given Roger's head, crimson blood and flecks of skull and brain standing out on the hideous green. He stripped the thing off and not only threw it into the ferret's growing pool of blood, but stomped on it. His black undershirt didn't look like it was bloody, or if it was the black color masked it enough. This was tossed with his pants, leaving him completely naked.

He once more looked at the ferret, who was now laying motionless. He grabbed her legs and dragged her over to the desk. He shoved the various clutter off of the surface with an arm, all except the box cutter he'd used to kill the bitch, then hefted the woman up and dropped her onto the flat surface. Her head and arms hung off the far side while her legs dangled in front of him. He parted those legs and moved between them, pressing his tip right against her cunt. He had no reason to be gentle with her and rammed himself fully into her in one go. She was already much cooler around his cock, likely from how much blood was now on the floor instead of in her body. He realized it felt startlingly like fucking his girlfriend. Being a lizard, she was cold blooded. Only she would squeeze and clench and moan and beg for more. This bitch lay there limp, loose, and silent.

He reached forward and gripped her giggling tits, one in each hand, and dig his small but sharp claws into her flesh. He'd been meaning to trip them recently but hadn't gotten around to it, so they dug easily into the tender, fatty tissue. He used her tits as a grip to slam his hips against the ferret's, dragging her body back to meet his every thrust into her. Her arms and head swayed about as her body jerked with every entry. Her long neck especially had his attention, the open gash where he'd sliced it open still oozing blood, but no longer pumping as her heard had stopped. Every few thrusts, a little more would be forced out of her, dripping onto the floor.

He looked over at Roger's mostly headless corpse and laughed. "Well, boss. Looks like I do have those behavioral issues you mentioned." He grunted as he fucked the corpse on his boss' desk. Former boss. "Guess this is my official resignation!" He grunted again, his cock twitching within the cold cunt. "Fuck..." he breathed, digging his claws tighter into her tits as he thrust harder and faster. "Bitch, you said I'd rape you, I'll fucking rape you." He grit his teeth unable to hold himself back much longer. "Take it all, you cunt!" he let out a series of grunts as he slammed himself as deep as he could, his cock jerking as his balls emptied into her. He gave several short, hard thrusts as his seed shot into the dead tunnel.

He panted heavily, leaning against the desk to catch his breath. That's when he heard movement behind him. He grabbed the box cutter and extended the blade all the way out, then spun around pointing it and his still drooling cock at whoever was behind him. It was Abby, standing at the door with her hand over her mouth. Her brown eyes just stared at the bashed in skull of her boss. He saw tears there, and grit his teeth. If she was going to scream, he'd have to kill her, too. Hell, he probably would have to kill her anyway if he wanted to get out of here.

She turned her gaze to him, and he wasn't sure exactly what he saw in her eyes, but it wasn't fear. "You... you killed Roger...?" she asked, almost as if to confirm she was still in realtiy.

Ray nodded. "Yup."

Abby let out a relieved sigh and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. "Thank God. Fucking asshole deserved it."

Ray blinked, once more feeling utterly lost. "I... what? I thought you and he were fucking..."

Abby flinched. "Yes... fucking... right..." Her gaze shifted down to the bloody floor, her thin tail sweeping low behind her, her hands clasped together in front of her.

Ray stared at her for a moment, then his eyes went wide. "Oh, that fucking asshole!" He grit his teeth and looked back at the dead dragon. "That mother fucker was raping you!?" Abby nodded slowly. Ray gripped the box cutter harder, almost cutting his own hand on it. "I'd kill him again for you if I could."

Abby nodded, and the two stood there awkwardly. Ray wasn't hard anymore at least, but he was still very naked, very covered in blood, with two very dead bodies behind him that he very much had murdered. Finally the mouse spoke. "Are... you going to kill me...?"

Ray tensed up. "I don't know. Do I have to?"

Abby shook her head. "N-no. I won't scream. I-I won't tell the cops it was you..."

He scoffed. "They'll be able to figure it out pretty easily." He motioned to the ferret's cunt, still drooling his jizz. "Kinda left enough DNA evidence. Plus everyone saw me come back here. I'm pretty fucked here."

Abby shook her head. "If... if I don't call the cops, you'll have some time to get out of here. Find somewhere to lay low maybe? Run away?"

Ray lowered the makeshift weapon he'd been aiming at her, retracting the razor blade. "Why?"

Abby shook her head again, not sure. "You want to be caught?"

"No, I mean why help me?" Ray corrected.

Abby's gaze shifted back to the dead dragon. "Because you gave that cock sucker what he deserved, that's why. And I heard some of what the woman was saying earlier. I'm sure she deserved it, too."

Ray took a deep breath and let it out. The whole room smelled so heavily of blood, though his cum was mixed into that scent. "Alright." He looked around a moment and grabbed his clothes. He quickly got himself dressed once more. "Sorry you had to... come in to see me... y'know." He tilted his head toward the cum-drooling cunt nearby.

Abby shook her head and actually smiled at him. "No... I... uh..." He saw her actually blush under her pale off-white fur. "No, never mind. You should get out of here." Ray quirked an eyebrow as he finished pulling his shirt on. Did she have a thing for him? Part of him wished he knew earlier, but then he thought of Zella, his long time girlfriend. He'd have to cut ties with her, break up and flee. That wasn't going to be an easy talk.

Ray looked to Abby. "Look, I-"

She cut him off by putting a hand on his back and pushing him to the door. "Go! Go and get out of here! Someone will come back here eventually, but probably not until tomorrow. So get going now!"

Ray smiled and nodded to the slightly shorter woman. He reached over and pat her shoulder. "Thank you, Abby." And with that, he was out the door. Abby was out a moment later, shutting it behind her and going back to work the last part of her shift as if nothing happened.

Ray left through the back, employee only door. His car wasn't far away, and even if he didn't have obvious blood splatter on his clothing, his fur was still soaked in it. He kept a towel in his trunk for when it rained so he didn't get his seats soaked. He threw that over the seat now and got in. He clicked the radio off, not wanting to hear anything on his drive home but his own thoughts.

God, his mom was going to be so pissed...

* *End of Chapter 1* *