Two curry ducks, cashew beef, three-flavored squid, sweet and sour, 3 pork fried rice; table 8. Two curry ducks, cashew beef, three-flavored squid, sweet and sour, 3 pork fried rice; table 8.  Two curry ducks, cashew beef, three-flavored squid…  Aroon Wongsawat chanted in his mind over and over again as he walked to the back, arms full of empty plates and empty pitchers of cha-yen tea, black tea, and water.  He couldn’t stand black tea.  It was bland and overly sweet, most customers putting nothing in it but spoonfuls of sugar and liters of lemon juice.  


        The young dhole man was clothed head to toe in a black cook’s uniform, with a black nylon belt and black buckle.  He wore a cheap black watch under the cuff of his shirt.  His eyes were a bright green, although slightly sunken into his head and surrounded by black bags.  He was dwarfed by the stacks of plates he carried and his clothes were baggy around his skinny frame, hiding the lithe, toned muscles underneath.


        He backed into the kitchen, opening the swinging door with his hip as he backed in.  “TWO CURRY DUCK CASHEW BEEF THREEFLAVOR SQUID SWEET AND SOUR THREE PORK FRIED RICE!”  He hurried to the wash sink and dropped the dishes, rinsing and washing the pitcher quickly and refilling them.  “WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF HILLBILLY TEA, BREW MORE”  He pulled them back out and hurriedly replaced the ice, filling the water and cha-yen, topping the latter with condensed milk.  


        “AROON, TABLE FOR THREE JUST CAME IN!”  His mother, Anchalee Wongsawat yelled into the kitchen from the front of the restaurant.  


        Aroon groaned internally and picked up the two full pitchers he had, plus pitchers of diet coke and mountain dew, heading back out to the front.  “I’ll head right there after I take the big table their refills.  BREW MORE HILLBILLY TEA!”  He barked at a large moggie cat who was running frantically between cooking and brewing and plating and washing before heading out of the kitchen with two pitchers in each hand.  


        As he walked to the other end of the restaurant to the smoking section where the large wolf/hound family were sitting.  They were already through their baskets of sesame balls.  Fat, lazy, stupid, hum noi, naa hee…  His internal swearing and cursing bled into thai as he became more and more angry.  He glanced to the side to see the new table and almost visibly fumed.  


        It was a rabbit girl with dozens of rings and gauges in her ears, a fennec fox with one large piercing and a collar on, and finally some kind of male… lizard...dog… hybrid.  They were all dressed like punks, in ripped jeans and tshirts and leather, covered in spikes and band buttons.  They smelled like liquor and looked high or just stupid.  They were laughing and cursing and yelling as if they were the only people in the restaurant. 


        Aroon swallowed hard, choking down a throatful of bile.  He despised drunks and rude people, and especially teenagers who acted like the world belonged to them.  Lazy, stupid, ignorant, childish, worthless…  He walked on to the larger family, refilling their drinks and leaving them the pitchers, apologizing for not having their sweet tea ready yet.  As he walked back towards the kitchen he took a deep breath and went to the punks’ table standing over them trying his best not to glare.  “Welcome to Thai Spring, may I interest you in our special cha-yen tea to go along with your meal this evening?”  The trio were almost too involved in their conversations to notice him.  


        “You were SOOOOO fucking wasted last time Fib!”  The rabbit shoved the hybrid as they all laughed.  


        “I was wasted?!”  Fibonacci turned to the fox and pointed back at the rabbit.  “TRICK thinks I was wasted!”  He turned back around and poked her chest laughing.  “I wasn’t the one dancing up on a table trying to bone a buncha horses!”  


        “Shut UP, Fib!”  The rabbit punched his shoulder and huffed, the insides of her ears turning red and her cheeks pinkening through her white fur.  


        “Yeah Fib!”  The fox spoke up.  “She wasn’t drunk that night, remember?  She’s just a slut.”


        “LEDELL!”  The rabbit yelled out to the long chocolate-haired fennec fox, her cheeks absolutely red.  


        Fibonacci smacked both of their shoulders and looked up at Aroon.  “Shut up, guys.  A…”  He tilted his head and looked closely at the nametag.  “Ah-roooon?  Ah- ron?  Arron. Aaron has come to take our order.” 


        He growled inside and took a deep breath, his insides burning.  “Are-oon.  Can I interest you in an appetizer or a glass of our specialty cha-yen tea?”


        “OOoh!  I want some of those salty balls with that sauce stuff to dip ‘em in!”  The rabbit bounced excited in her seat.  


        “I bet you want some salty balls-”  Fib started.


        ‘WITH SAUCE!”  Ledell finished. 


        “Shut up guys!  Goddamnit!”  The rabbit fumed.


        Aroon rolled his eyes and did his best to maintain professionality.  “The sesame balls are free, miss.”   The fur bristled on the back of his neck and his tail straightened down.  


        “Just give us cokes and a minute to look over the menu alright, puppy?”  The hybrid waved Aroon off as he picked up the menu and started looking through it.  


        “Yeah cutey, bring Lokis your balls and sauce.”  Ledell leant over the table on her elbows going over her menu while the rabbit only hid her face in her menu.  


        “Alright, I’ll be back shortly with your drinks.”  He nodded and turned away, walking back to the kitchen again.  Ngo, mea, sopheni, khi keiyc… 


        Fifteen minutes later the large family’s food was finally ready.  He had suffered through bringing those girls their drinks and having to listen to their inane chatter, and he had finally been able to take the big table their sweet tea.  He started expertly stacking the plates on his shoulders and backing out the door into the lobby.  He had done this and more before; crossing the restaurant with eight plates and two pitchers of drinks.  


        As he walked past the girls’ table he noticed the fox was smoking now, and someone had spilled their drink all over the table.  He growled aloud and turned to them as he walked by.  “No smoking in this section!”  He spoke in an aggressive tone as he walked by hurriedly.  


CRASH


        Aroon was on his stomach on the floor, a little hazy from shock. The pounds of food lay spread across the floor in front of him, along with several broken dishes and cracked plastic pitchers with their contents spilled all across the restaurant.  He growled deeply and shut his eyes, trying to contain himself somehow.  His stomach and throat burned hot, the acid bubbling on the back of his tongue.  


        “Umm… sorry Aaron…”  the rabbit squeaked out.


        Suddenly he felt everything… calm.  The burn in his throat subsided and he stood up, brushing the hot curry off the front of his shirt.  He took a few deep breaths and turned to the girls’ table, walking to it slowly.  


        “Ooooooh Trick I think you made him mad.”  The fox took another puff from her cigarette and flipped her hair back over her shoulder.  


        “There is NO SMOKING in this part of the restaurant!”  He snatched the cigarette from her mouth like lightning and pinched it between his fingertips and threw it down on the floor.  “Get out!  This is a family restaurant!  We do not allow yelling and foul language!”  


        “It looks like you’re breakin the yelling rule, pup-AH!”  The group yelled as he grabbed the table and spun it out to the side away from them, spilling everything on it onto the floor.  


        “GET!  OUT!”  He barked out loudly, his teeth bared and starting to foam. 


        They all jumped up from their seats and stepped back in defensive stances.  Ledell shoved his chest hard.  The second she did he reached over her hand and grabbed her pinkie, twisting it and twisting her whole arm.  “Aaah!  FUCK!”  He turned around with her and tugged hard, dislocating her pinkie and sending her rolling towards the front door.  


        The others ran after her, the big hybrid helping her up.  “What the fuck is your problem man?!”  He reached into his jacket pocket, but the rabbit put her hands on him and started pulling them out.  


        “Let’s just go, okay?!  Go, have a party, have fun, forget about this shit?”  She pleaded with the lizard/dog trying to avoid any more violence right now.  


        “This won’t be the last time you see me, fucker!”  Fibonacci yelled as they helped Lebell out.  


        Aroon took a few deep breaths as they left and felt… Better.  He didn’t feel the all consuming rage he was so used to.  He walked to the big table and apologized for their meal.  He offered them a round of free desserts to make up for the scene and the destruction of their food, and they gladly accepted as they waited for their food to be cooked again.  


BREAK


        Aroon had made it all the way to the end of work holding onto his mood.  They had closed barely more than an hour after that scene with those punks.  He was able to clean up the mess in the lobby finally after pulling out the steam cleaner.  Like most nights his parents left him behind to clean and lock up for the night.  He had an impossibly high standard for clean that none of them cared to bother with, and they especially weren’t going to pay the employees overtime to stay with Aroon and clean the kitchen.  


        Finally at around two he was done.  The kitchen shined like new, he had buffed the floors and polished the counters and sinks.  He even cleaned the grease trap.  He had checked every date of every item in the refrigerator and made note of it.  The only thing left was to drop the garbage in the dumpster in the back alley.  No matter how much everyone else would find he would always manage to find another bag or two.  


        He opened the top of the large garbage bin and dropped the two bags inside easily. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was open and untucked, showing the white undershirt beneath it.  His shirt was stuck to his back from sweat, showing the tone of his muscles.  He was very skinny, but lean and lithe.  Every muscle was as toned as it could be, and they were all clearly visible through his mid length fur.  


        He felt something off, the fur on the back of his neck stood up as shadows rose on the back of the dead-end alley.  He turned and saw three familiar silhouettes.  “We told you we’d come back, fucker.”  The hybrid said, bouncing a baseball bat in his hand as he stood at the front.  


The fox had a bottle of Ozeki Nigori sake, more than half empty by the looks of it.  She pulled up the bottle and drank, the milky liquor dripping down the corners of her mouth as she swayed side to side drunkenly.  “Yeah!  We’re gunna fu-erk-fuck you up, puppy!”  


Aroon growled and started to say something, but before he could the hybrid lunged forward quickly with the dented wooden bat over his head like a sword.  He grunted loudly as he brought it down as hard as he could, intent on cracking Aroon’s skull open.  Aroon quickly sidestepped and caught Fibonacci’s wrist in his right hand, grabbing the nape of his neck with his left and guiding his head straight into the steel of the garbage can behind him, using his momentum and lack of balance against him.  The can clanged loudly as his head hit it and he fell to the ground completely limp, smacking wetly against the soggy concrete.  


Aroon didn’t hesitate, darting quickly to the fox and punching her square in the chest.  Her sternum popped loudly as it dislocated from the collarbone and she fell to the ground, clutching her chest with both hands.  He turned immediately to the rabbit, but found himself face to face with four barrels of a derringer.  He quickly grabbed the barrels and twisted them to his left, moving his head to the right.  A shot rang out nearly deafening him in his left ear and planting the slug deep into the red brick wall behind him.  He twisted the pistol completely around with her finger still in the guard, spinning until it broke and taking the receiver of it in his hand.  She brought up her free hand to strike at him, but before she had a chance the flat side of the pistol smashed across her muzzle, sending her spiralling to the ground with blood and drool pouring from her as she laid unconscious.  


He straightened up and started to empty the pistol, but was interrupted by the shattering of the fox’s bottle across the back of his head.  He felt a searing pain across the back of his head and hot liquid pouring down his neck and back.  He turned on his heels and brought the backside of his fist across her muzzle and punched her straight in the center of the throat with the barrels of the gun, knocking her into the wall before falling to the ground, gagging and choking, clenching her neck for breath.  


        “You… You fucker…”  The hybrid said in a husky, choked voice as he stumbled on his knees trying to find his feet.  The bat clattered as he desperately tried to pick it up, the world still spinning around him and his body still only barely obeying him.  


        “Me?  I’m the fucker?”  Aroon turned to face Fibonacci, his eyes burning, with a toothy snarl across his face.  “Because I won’t put up with your foolishness?!  Because I defended myself when you came and attacked me in an alley?!  You’re a bunch of useless, rotten punks!  You’re good for nothing!”  


        “AAAAAH!”  Fibonacci finally grasped the bat and made a desperate lunge, swinging the bat up diagonally, aiming for Aroon’s kidneys.  


        Aroon reached into the waistband of his pants and shoved his finger into a small, protruding metal ring.  He ripped his finger up and a large black karambit knife materialized into his hand.   He took the impact of the bat on the blade, barely managing to deflect it up and over his head.  The blade grabbed the bat and as it swung past held onto it just enough to wrench it from Fibonacci’s weakened grip.  The wood clunked hollowly against the wall of the alley and to the floor.


        “Fu-URHK!”  Aroon brought his foot straight up to crack across Fibonacci’s chin, throwing him back against the dumpster with his head laying back limply.  Aroon brought his blade down quickly, intending every bit for this to be the final blow that filleted the mongrel from his neck to his belly.  Fibonacci managed to suck in barely in time to avoid Aroon’s attack.  


        The blade barely avoided flesh, slicing clean through Fibonacci’s clothing from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his tshirt.  The dazed hybrid was barely able to keep on his feet, and didn’t think to cover himself as the bindings around his chest fell free, revealing large, firm breasts underneath cut and tattered fabric.  Aroon growled loudly, angry and confused, and gripped Fibonacci’s neck tightly with his empty left hand.  “You’re a woman?!  Or a fucking he/she?!”  He reached down and gripped Fib’s crotch tightly, groping and squeezing it.  


        A choked whimper escaped Fibonacci’s lips as he roughly explored her lowers through her skin-tight jeans, his knife still pricking at the insides of her thighs.  He pinned her to the heavy steel bin by her throat, her head still reeling from the first blow to her head, and unable to really recover for lack of air.  Her scaled arms clawed weakly at his shoulders trying to push him away or claw him, but he easily shrugged them off.  


        “Stay fucking still!”  He brought the ring of the knife into her kidney hard, making her whole body draw up slightly.  He shoved the tip of his blade in the waist of his pants and pushing down hard and ripped the entire front of her pants open revealing the bare pink slit of her pussy.  He growled again, a different growl, as he brought the knife up to her neck, the inward curve of the karambit matching the curve of her throat.  He switched hands, holding her in place with the blade while his free hand slid down, exploring and abusing her breasts first.  Her nipples were hard from being exposed from the cold evening air, the pink flesh jutting out lewdly and rubbing against his palm.  He smiled and pinched one hard, twisting it between his fingertips and pulling it, pinching it with his claws roughly.  The entire time she whimpered and yelped and hissed and churred as if unable to choose between being a dog or a lizard.  


        “You-Ah! You son of a bitch!”  She managed to yell out before feeling the sharp sting of his paw across her muzzle, and the knife pressing harder against her throat.  He gripped her breast hard, digging his claws deep into the tender flesh.  He stared into her eyes, a mad fire burning behind them that only brightened at every whimper and yelp.  He drug his claws down her breast to the center of her chest, combing through her fur and scratching roughly at her skin.  As his claws neared her lowers she struggled lightly, every move quickly stopped by the knife biting at her skin.  She whimpered loudly as his rough, calloused pads traced over her slit.  


        He smiled a broad, toothy, predatory smile before shoving his middle and ring fingers inside her deep and rough, making her scream out loudly.  He ground his rough palm against her clit as his fingers dug around inside her tight silky folds.  As soon as she screamed he wrapped his muzzle around hers and bit down, shutting her mouth tight and muffling her cries as he pumped and prodded and stretched and clawed at her insides.  By luck his claws found her gspot and she jolted straight like she was hit by lightning, her pussy starting to wetten in spite of everything.   


        Aroon noticed her reaction and started intently rubbing and teasing that spot, a rough smile on his face, and a light, sinister chuckle.  He growled down at her as her legs and hips started to spasm, thrusting against his fingers on their own as her juices flowed more and more into his hand.  He felt her muscles squeezing tight around his fingers, her whole body tensing and her legs kicking at the asphalt as she came, an odd kind of howl trying hard to escape her tightly shut muzzle.  


He slipped his fingers free of her pusy and quickly started undoing his pants, the black buckle clanging as he pulled his belt free and unbuttoned himself, pulling them down just enough for his hard cock to fall free.  He wasn’t the largest canine ever, but more than respectable at around 7 inches and a little bigger around than a silver dollar.  He took her thigh in his hand and lifted it roughly, spreading her glistening lips as it started to drip down the insides of her legs.  


Her eyes widened and she started fighting in earnest again, digging her claws into his back and shoulders and trying to get at his face.  He smiled and pulled the knife from her throat, braced himself against the bin behind her, and forced himself inside her as hard as he could, making her scream silently into his mouth.  Her whole body tensed and spasmed against his thrusts as he pounded into her mercilessly.  He grabbed the handle behind her, pinning her leg between their bodies even as she tried to kick and push it free.  Her claws dug into his back and raked down his sides, drawing blood but not making him relent.  


She could feel him throbbing, spraying pre and growing harder inside her, the base getting wider with each thrust.  She whimpered as his knot stretched her wider and wider, more than she was used to by far.  His coarse pubic fur teased and tickled her clit just enough, and his cock battering into her gspot over and over again was pushing her closer and closer to another unwelcome orgasm.  He shoved into her hard, one final time, his fist-sized knot breaking through her lips to plant itself deep inside her abused, stretched cunt.  He released her muzzle finally as he threw his head back and howled, all of his tension releasing into her shot after shot.  
        
        She would have tore his throat out, but his throbbing, grinding knot had pushed her to another climax, her whole body weak and spasming out of her control.  As she felt him filling her her body grew limp.  She’d lost, in her mind.  She was tired, beaten, battered, and bruised.  She couldn’t fight anymore.  Once the last had finally came inside her she felt him start to pull.   Both hands on her shoulders he pulled back fast and hard, ripping his huge knot from her already abused hole, letting a stream of his cum leak from her.  


        He backed away from her, and without him pinning her to the bin she fell flat onto the asphalt, sitting limply in a puddle of their combined fluids that steadily leaked from her.  He slipped his knife back inside his waistband into it’s sheath, and put his pants back on.  He walked to the left and bent down, picking up Fibonacci’s bat and looking it over.  “You are fucking worthless. You’re stupid, lazy, good for nothing trash.”  He grabbed her tail and lifted it straight up, turning her over roughly. 


In her weak state she could only grunt as she was dropped on her face on the asphalt.  She felt the dented wood of her bat slide up and down against her lips, the slick juice coating the thick club.  The broad, blunt tip slid up her lips and pressed against her hole, twisted and pumped against it, trying to get in.  Finally with a grunt Aroon put his weight into it, a good 6 inches planted deep inside Fib’s stretched, abused, raw cunt; making her bark weakly and claw at the asphalt.


He let her go again, and started walking out of the alley as she fell to her side, still impaled on her weapon.  “Get out of here before we open tomorrow.  And don’t ever come back.”  Aroon walked out of the alley, leaving the three of them there to fend for themselves, to escape by morning or to be discovered.  The idea of getting caught never crossed his mind.  The idea that he just did something wrong didn’t make sense to him.  They attacked him in an alley, with a pistol no less.  They were going to kill him.  He roughed them up a little bit, so what.  They got off easy compared to what they would have done to him.  He went home that night and slept soundly, for the first time in a long time.  




END


        


FIBONACCI, komododragon/akitainu

LOKIS(trick), rabbit

LEDELL, fennic fox



Aroon Wongsawat.
mother: Anchalee
father: Dumrong
17, m, Dhole, 2nd generation Thai immigrant.  


Aroon's parents are immigrants from Southern Thailand.  They moved to Knoxville, Tennessee and opened a restaurant, raising him working there.  His mother and father were both practitioners of Silat Pattani, and raised him up in it while simultaneously bringing him up in their restaurant.  He is a very sour-tempered person, always at least a little bit angry at the situation he is stuck in life.  He sees everyone he meets as lazy, because he is always working, and he resents people who take breaks or simply avoid work for whatever reason.  He particularly has disdain for customers in the family's restaurant, people who are too lazy to even cook for themselves.  


Because of his attitude he is always working, if he doesn't have actual work to do he practices his family's Silat.  Because of his constant, borderline obsessive practice, he is quickly approaching the point where he surpasses his parents' skill levels.  His body isn't overly muscular, he does not workout with weights, run, or perform other excersizes besides the practice of Silat.  He is toned though, his body fat probably being less than 5%, he is very flexible and is an expert at manipulating his body.  


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Their encounter would begin in Aroon's restaurant.  Fibonacci would be in full punk man gear, maybe with friends, maybe a little drunk or under the influence of something.  One of them(Probably Fib but either way) would trip Aroon while his arms were full of food, throwing food and broken plates all over the restaurant.  Whether or not Fib actually did it, Aroon would cuss her out and kick them all out.  Things get physical and Aroon breaks someone's finger/tail/whatever.  Later on after closing Fib shows up in the alley with her baseball bat and a fight ensues.  Fib(+friends?) lose, she gets her bindings ripped/cut in the process, and Aroon rapes her in the alley(maybe some play with her bat, maybe not).