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Raccoon Rage

Chapter 2: Mother Knows Worst

By XP Author

Ray sat in his car for several minutes, trying to collect his jumbled thoughts. He'd just murdered two people, fucked one of their corpses, and left a witness behind. He trusted Abby at her word, but she still saw what he'd done. He needed to run. He had no idea where, just away. His thoughts turned to Zella, his girlfriend. He'd be running away from her, too. Could he really just leave without saying a word?

The raccoon took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. The background was a picture of both of them, smiling and happy, sitting on a bench in the park and just leaning against each other. He got a sad smile as he stared at the iguana in the picture. He always found her so beautiful, despite being so different than he was. Maybe because of it. She was always so calm and collected, so easily outgoing and unafraid. Her purple hair was a clear sign of that. She kept it tied back most of the time now, instead of drooping in front of her face like she used to, but she'd been dying her hair as long as he'd known her. And that was a while, since the two had been dating since high school.

Ray let out a soft chuckle as he remembered how she had asked him out, since he was far too shy to ask her. He was so awkward back then. Still pretty awkward now, he had to admit, but at least now he could talk to people. Before he realized what he was doing, he'd unlocked the phone and quick-dialed Zella. He heard the ringing sound as he just stared at the screen, almost hoping that it would go to voice mail. It was pretty early in the day after all.

"Hello?" No such luck as the familiar voice came out of the speaker. "Ray?"

He sighed and brought the phone up. "Hey, Zella..." His voice sounded so tired to his own ears.

Zella's sounded concerned. "I thought you were working today."

He sighed slightly. "I was..."

Her voice shifted, slightly more hopeful, but hesitant. "You finally quit that place?"

He couldn't help but laugh slightly. "You could say that..." He took a breath and made sure to sound serious. "Look, I... need to talk to you. Today... it's important."

Her voice was concerned again. "Why? What's wrong? You sound awful."

He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn't see it. "Not over the phone. Just... can you come over?"

"I need to finish up something here, but I can be over as soon as I'm done." He knew she was worried. He'd only worry her more, but he couldn't break up with her on the phone, either. She deserved so much better.

He did manage to smile a little. "Okay. I'm going to take a shower, maybe lay down... I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Come on in when you get here." Not an unusual arrangement. "I'll see you when you get here."

They said their brief goodbyes and he hung up, then leaned his head back against the headrest of his seat, letting out a great sigh. "This is going to suck..." He finally opened the car door and left the vehicle. His house was a small, modular home. Modern trailer home. It didn't look or feel like a trailer, thankfully, but he still made the joke that he was a trailer trash panda often enough. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open kitchen and a living room. That was about it. The master bedroom was on the side of the house nearest the kitchen. That was his mother's room. His room was on the other side of the house, one of the smaller two bedrooms. The spare was used mostly as a storage room for his mother's clutter and crap for her job. The second bathroom was between the two rooms, with the bigger bathroom being attached to the master bedroom.

He shut the door behind him and wanted to collapse onto the couch, but he did also really want that shower. Thankfully his mother wasn't home right now, off at her own job. She did door-to-door sales for Avon. All the crap she pushed sat in the room across the short hall from his. He always hated when she got new perfume scents to sell, since it would stick up his side of the house so bad he'd have a hard time sleeping. Thankfully she hadn't gotten a new one of those in a while, and he planned on being long gone before another would come.

He made his way to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. He looked at the shelves against the wall. Some little bits and baubles decorated one shelf, mostly collectible figurines from a cartoon show he liked as a kid, something he used to watch with his father. They were cheap blind bag things, not the huge, super expensive ones you could get online. There were also some games and guide books lining a few other shelves, and some sci-fi books on another row. His father had gotten him into the sci-fi stuff when he was little, too.

He sighed and shook his head, coming back to the present. He got back to his feet and stripped himself of his dirty clothing, tossing them into a pile on the floor. He was sure there was probably blood splatter on them somewhere, but it wouldn't matter. There was more than enough evidence left back in that room that some clothing wouldn't make much more difference. Still, he was glad to be out of the clothing entirely.

He made his way to the bathroom, taking only a towel with him, his bushy tail swaying behind him. Not like anyone was home to see him naked in the hall anyway. He started the water running, and once it was nice and warm, stepped in. He let out a long sigh, letting the hot water wash down over him and soak into his fur, washing away any blood stuck to him, and stripping most of the stress away as well. He just stood there, enjoying the cleansing heat.

Then a pair of hands grabbed his throat.

* * *

Cathy Elario shook her head as her car turned the corner, almost home. She'd been turned around half-way to her destination by her boss / distributor captain. Turns out there was a closer seller to the client, so she was being replaced for someone else. Again. This was the third time in six months she'd had someone else be assigned someone that was supposed to be her client and it was getting very old. Didn't they want her pushing their shit anymore? She would have words with one of the higher ups if this happened again, and she warned the distributor about that, too.

She turned her car down her street and shook her head. God she needed a drink. Of course, she'd already had several, a bottle of half-drunk whiskey on the seat beside her, but her buzz was wearing off already, and she didn't want to be totally wasted until she was inside. She couldn't afford another D.U.I. right now. Of course, it would only help so much, and being drunk made her horny, but since her husband's death, the only man in her house was her useless son. She'd have to settle for relieving her stress with her vibrator, instead, like usual. Or she would have, but as she got close to her house, she saw her son's car in the driveway. He wasn't supposed to be home for another three hours! So much for relieving stress... She pulled in and parked her car next to his. She rubbed her temples. "Oh, he got fired, didn't he?"

She clenched her jaw, and her fist, and tried counting. She got to three before giving up and getting out of the car, fuming with anger. "I swear, if he's in there with that cold blooded slut of his..." She really didn't like his girlfriend, but since the two had started dating he'd been out of the house more often, so at least there was that. Though now she wondered if they were fucking while she was off doing her job. Wouldn't surprise her.

She didn't notice that the front door was unlocked and just stumbled her way inside, pushing the door behind her. She heard the sound of the shower running in the second bathroom. Were they fucking in the shower? She looked into Ray's room and only saw his clothes on the floor, but not a second set, and his bed was still made. So he had just been fired then. Great, now he was going to start making excuses about why he couldn't pay rent, wasn't he?

She rubbed her temples again, feeling her anger rising to the point it was going to boil over. She was so done with this spoiled brat of a son. She growled and stormed into the bathroom. She tore back the shower curtain and reached in to grab at her son. Her original intention was just to drag him out by his shoulders, but she instead grabbed his neck and hauled the taller raccoon out of the water. "Get out here, young man!"

* * *

He was so caught off guard that he nearly fell over when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged out of the pleasant water. Before he could get a full grasp of the situation, he was pulled out and shoved back through the bathroom door. He stumbled backwards and fell, hitting the floor hard, laying there as his wet fur dripped onto the carpet. His hands suddenly were between his legs to cover himself. "Mom!? What the actual fuck!?"

The older woman didn't seem to fully notice that he was completely nude. She just walked over and leaned down to grab him by his hair, pulling his face up. "You got fired, didn't you?" Her breath stank of booze, and her words were slightly slurred. She was wasted, worse than he'd seen in a long while.

He winced, both at having his hair pulled, and at her breath. "No... I wasn't. I qu-"

He was interrupted as the back of her hand smacked against his face hard enough to make him turn his head. "Don't you lie to me, you little shit!"

He closed his eyes, his face stinging where she hit him. "Mom, I quit."

She struck him again, harder this time. "You did what!?" She pulled his hair harder to lift his head and make him face her. He winced and tried not to groan in pain, but it felt like he was trying to tear a piece of his short hair off. "Oh, you better have a damn good reason why you quit, mister! And it better be because you got a new job!"

He yanked his head back, managing to get his hair out of her grip. "No. I don't have a new job..." He instinctively flinched, expecting her to hit him once more. Instead he heard her sigh. He looked up to see her stand up again. A pink pant suit really did not suit her, but at least he wasn't accidentally looking up his mother's skirt. Without saying anything, she walked away, leaving him on the floor, fur still dripping onto the carpet.

He knew it wasn't the end of it. He pushed himself up to his knees and rubbed his cheek. Maybe if he got dressed and left fast enough he could avoid round two. He was just starting to stand up when his world was filled with stars and pain and wet carpet. His face crashed back to the floor as the back of his head exploded in pain. Or something exploded on the back of his head causing him pain. As his brain reconnected properly to consciousness, he realized he'd also heard broken glass. She'd smashed a bottle on the back of his head, probably the whiskey she'd been drinking.

He groaned, finding himself on his side on the floor and tried to roll to get to all fours, only to be knocked back to his side as a foot connected with his stomach. "You little shit!" His mother's voice shouted down at him. "You quit your job because, what, they were mean? My boss is an asshole, but you don't see me quitting, do you!?" Ray groaned as he lay there, but then started to chuckle. "What's so funny?"

He looked up at her. "You qualify as self-employed. So technically, you're your own boss. So you just called yourself an asshole." He got to all fours again, but continued. "I wouldn't say that's right though. You're not an asshole." He pushed up to his knees, sitting up again. "It's not strong enough." He looked at her, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he wasn't afraid of her anymore. "You're a psycho bitch. A massive raging cunt!"

Cathy stared at her son, having never heard him talk to her like this before. It knocked her out of her rage for a moment, but then it returned again. "You ungrateful little fucking prick!" She lunged to grab him again, but this time he was ready. He lifted his shoulder to connect with her chest, leaning into her as he quickly rose up and shoved her back. She stumbled backwards a few steps, until she bumped into the couch behind her.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling where she'd hit him with the bottle. There was a bit of wetness that had nothing to do with the shower still running in the bathroom. He looked at his hand and saw blood left on his fur. It wasn't a lot, but it was still there. "Crazy bitch."

She growled at him, realizing she was still holding the neck of the broken bottle and held it pointed at him like a knife. "You don't talk to your mother that way, you ungrateful piece of shit!"

Ray just stared at her, clenching and unclenching his fists again and again. "Right. Because you've done so much to earn my respect." He started talking through grit teeth. "Like how you constantly put me down for just existing. How you bullied me into staying at that job for YEARS because you wanted my money, which you go spend on booze!" He found himself shaking now, finally able to say all the things he'd wanted to say to her. "Or how about how you've always beaten me? Am I supposed to respect you for giving me bruises?" He felt tears running down his eyes, but she was just staring at him in silence, so he finished his little rant. "Or should I respect that you drove dad to shoot himself?"

That one got her. She screamed something incoherent at him and lunged at him with the broken bottle. He manage to avoid her wide swing at him, but only just. He countered with a fist squarely to her belly. He wasn't exactly a trained fighter, but he also wasn't drunk, and had a few inches on her in height. She grunted and dropped the bottle as his fist connected, but it didn't stun her like he'd hoped. She swung up at him, claws scratching at his cheek and drawing blood again. He was lucky she only just missed his eye.

She swung again, and he leaned into it so the blow hit his arm instead of his face. He used his size to his advantage and shoved her backwards, sending her stumbling into the living room. She took several steps backwards and hit the coffee table in the middle of the room with the back of her leg. She tripped over it, momentum kept her going and she crashed into the thing and shattering the cheap wood. He was on her as she tried to recover, grabbing her arm and shoving her face-first into the floor, his knee on the middle of her back. "Are you happy now? I got my anger from you, but now I'm not the scared little boy I used to be, Mom!"

She struggled, but he had her pinned down. "No, you're a useless little piece of shit!" She tried and failed to pull free again. "And you're a pervert!"

For a moment, he thought she was referring to his girlfriend, then it suddenly dawned on him that he was still completely naked. His cock had started to grow hard from the fight, or maybe it was from his anger. "Guess I got that from you, too." She grunted as he pressed his knee harder against her back. "Oh yeah, I could always smell how you got so turned on whenever you started to hit me. Even right now, I can smell it. You like hitting me, you get turned on by beating your son!" He pressed harder on her back as he pulled her arm harder. She screamed as there was a muffled pop and crunch sound, her arm suddenly more twitchy than tense in his grasp as he dislocated it.

He let the limb drop to the ground and stood up. "Not so fun when it's your arm, is it?" She'd done something like this to him when he was twelve, so he knew full well just how excruciating the pain was. She'd told the doctor he'd been in a fight in school. Naturally he was too afraid at the time to correct her. Now he watched her write on the floor, rolling over on the remains of the table to clutch her arm. "You really shouldn't get into fights with those boys at school." He echoed the words she'd said at the time.

She growled up at him, forcing herself to sit up. "So what, you're a big boy now? Gonna do to me what I did to you? Yeah, the cops will love that when I tell them all about how you beat me and tried to rape me! You're own mo- AHH!"

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head upwards, interrupting her little rant. "No. You won't tell anyone anything." He pulled her hair up a little more to turn her gaze up at him and stare down into her eyes. She tried to keep her anger burning up at him, but he saw her flinch when she looked into his gaze. "I've been accused of rape once already today. That didn't end well for them. You want to know what I did to them?" She remained silent, save for her grunting. "I sliced their throat open and let them bleed out on the ground." Her eyes went wide as he told her. "And then I fucked their corpse. But not before beating my boss's skull into mush for trying to fire me because that bitch accused me of trying to rape her."

He saw all the bravado melt off of her. The way he looked at her and the cold stare he gave her, she could tell he wasn't lying. "Y-you... your..."

He grinned at her. "Yeah, Mom. I'm a murderer." He loved how afraid of him she was now. "Guess you're the scared little bitch now, aren't you? All it took was me killing someone to get you to look at me with something other than contempt." He frowned then. "I'd always hoped you might someday look at me like you loved me, but you never even pretended to." He let her hair go and she nearly fell backwards she'd been pulling away from him so much.

She looked up at him, towering over her now. "W-what are you going to do then? You going to murder your own mother next?" Her eyes glanced at the throbbing cock pointed straight out above her, but she didn't stare at it. "Or do you just want to fuck me that badly? Your girlfriend doesn't satisfy you enough, so now you've got to fuck corpses?" She scoffed up at him. "Oh, that's right! She's got a cold cunt, doesn't she? So you're experienced in that."

He grit his teeth. "You don't know when to shut up, do you?" She was looking up at him with hatred, not unexpected, but the fear was gone. He'd seen her look at him with hate before, but the fear was new. He'd always been afraid of her, he wanted her afraid of him again.

She continued to goad him, like she always did. "That's it, isn't it? You like your pussy cold, but you don't want them talking back any more. You're pathetic!"

He clenched his jaw tighter. "Shut your fucking mouth already!" She just wouldn't stop talking down to him. Even now, even with him clearly stronger, she still made him feel like he was an inch tall.

She scoffed again, dismissive of his command. "You really are a useless piece of shit, aren't y-"

He cut her off by grabbing her jaw and yanking her head forward, shoving his cock fully into her mouth and down her throat. "If you won't shut up, I'll shut you up myself." He put his hand on the back of her head to keep her nose pressed against his crotch hard. She reached up to grab at him, but since only one arm was really usable, he just grabbed that wrist and held it. "See, this is what happens when you keep pushing me!"

She tried to yank back off of him, his cock cutting off her air. She tried to bite him, but couldn't seem to get any force behind it enough, her jaw aching already from how he held her. Her struggles tightened her throat around him, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her afraid of him again. "Y'know, Mom. I was going to just leave. But then you had to start all this." She felt him twitch in her throat, and her lungs burned for air.

He looked down at his struggling mother. "You're always so pissed off." He pulled back just enough so that she took a deep gasp for air. He relaxed himself at that same time and started to piss into her mouth. He timed it so that he pissed into her gasp, making sure she breathed in the warm liquid. Her eyes went wide, but before she could start coughing, he rammed himself forward again. "Now you're pissed in!"

He held her tighter as she started to flail against him. With liquid in her lungs, she never got a full breath, and what she did get was mostly useless, her body rejecting it. Her lungs felt on fire within her chest. Her tail thrashed behind her, thumping on the floor and sending some of the pieces of the table scattering about. She managed to get her good hand free of his grip enough that she scratched at his belly in a blind, panicked clawing to get away. He grunted at the stinging pain, grabbing her wrist again and twisting it hard. He didn't break the wrist, but it would keep her from clawing at him more.

He moaned as her throat clenched again and again around his throat, trying so hard to either swallow the blockage, or get out out, but neither happened. All that did happen was that her throat got tighter and massaged his cock. He pushed her face harder against his crotch, moaning down at her. The look in her eyes, the fear and panic he saw, it was what he wanted. "Look at that. Now you're afraid of me." He moaned as his cock twitched in her. "Die, Mom." He grunted as her struggles grew harder, though her gaze was getting glassy.

Her head was throbbing, her lungs burning, her vision fading. She felt his cock pulsing within her, but her gaze was locked on his eyes. He looked down at her with cold, murderous intent, and a lustful joy for what he was doing. He didn't bother trying to hold himself back, his cock jerking and spraying cum down her clenching throat a moment later. It was the last thing she felt before her consciousness finally left her. Her son's seed pouring down into her belly.

He groaned and pushed his hips against her hard, thrusting into her mouth and smashing her nose against his hip with every jet. Her fingers twitched as her body started to shudder under him. He drained his balls for the second time that day, and it was again into a corpse. Or at least, she was by the time he was done pouring his cum down her throat. He looked into her eyes, frozen with fear and pain, but rolled back and lifeless. He let her arm go and it fell limp at her side.

He pulled her head off of his shaft and let her go. She dropped to the floor in a heap, cum drooling out of her mouth, but she lay still. He sighed and fell back onto the couch, spent. "Well fuck..." He looked at the body of his dead mother, feeling no remorse or regret, not even a twinge of sadness.

He did feel panic, however, as he heard the door open behind him. The front door to the house led directly into the living room, and was just behind the couch he was sitting on. Zella! He totally forgot she was on her way! He stood up to shout for her to wait, only to turn around and see her standing there at the open door, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Uh... this isn't what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to talk..."

Ray's breath was shallow. He had to get her to go away. "Um... it isn't! Now's... not a good time!"

The pretty lizard tilted her head, shutting the door behind her. "You made it sound like it was urgent over the phone. Ray, what's going on with y-" She froze as she took several steps closer, seeing the body on the ground behind him. "Oh... oh my God!" She brought her hand up to her mouth and her red eyes shifted back and forth between the dead woman, her naked boyfriend, and his still leaking cock. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. "Is... is she dead?"

Ray tensed up for a long moment, then just sighed. "Yes..." He said, sounding almost defeated.

She swallowed hard, taking a few steps closer to him. "You... you killed her?" she asked tentatively.

He again nodded. "Yes."

She took a shaky breath. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. "You... you came in her mouth?"

He closed his eyes. "Down her throat as she died, actually..." There was no point lying to her about it. This wasn't how he wanted things to end... He realized what he was going to have to do now.

She looked at him then. He could feel her gaze upon him, hear her quick breath. "You... fucked your mom to death?"

He grit his teeth. "Yes. Yes, I did. I-" He finally looked at her, and froze. The look she was giving him was not one of hatred or revulsion. It wasn't one of pity or fear, either.

She looked... turned on. "I wish I got here sooner to see it!"

Ray stared at her for a long moment, before finally just saying. "... What!?"

* Chapter End *