Heaven's Room

Story by Torakuma on SoFurry

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This is very brief and short on description, but i feel it pacts a powerful punch by the end. It has straight sex in it but even if that isn't your thing (It's not mine but i still wrote it) I still would ask you to read it and give it a chance, if you don't like drug use however then i suggest you leave. There isn't much description because i wanted to leave it up to the reader to visualize the characters how they want to. So if you want the main character to be a wolf, otter, fox, ferret, rabbit, mouse, horse, boar, bull, anything furry, then by all means be my guest :D

HEAVEN'S ROOM

I'm stuck in between, in a world that's far more difficult to describe than heaven. Where I can't stop the very person I love from killing himself slowly. It is so difficult to make since out of, like fast moving blurs that suddenly slow down but stay blurry. Someone had once asked me if I felt like a slave. A slave? Why would I? I never did the bad things...and yet, I was always around them. And by being so, I was a part of it. I was just as guilty. I was a horrible person. Just as horrible as them:

The two bodies in front of me didn't match; one was moving and the other lay still. Something seemed cold. My head wouldn't move as I watched; my eye's glued to the scene I did not want to be watching. But why couldn't I look away?

Matt got up from the bed, not even bothering to pull on his shirt. He stepped into a dirty pair of underwear and retrieved a cigarette out of the pack inside of his pants pocket! Eyes blood shot and a crooked smile on his face...I could tell he had got what he wanted, again; another pointless orgasm. I bet he didn't even use a condom. We never liked the smell of latex, it made me sick but I at least used them.

"She's asleep, such a light weight." He said sounding satisfied and high.

I tried to peak around him, semi worried. I only saw her feet. ‘still.'

I followed Matt down the hall of his small, filthy, house.

Matt laughed. "As soon as I shot her up she was out, was able to do what I wanted."

I glanced at Matt and think: What was he thinking? Did the fact that she was fifteen faze him at all? Her body couldn't possibly take that much dope.

"You think she'll want to fuck again when she wakes up?" Matt laughed as he started to make a sandwich out of old lunch meat that i couldn't recognize.

Why is he asking me this?

It seemed natural yet foreign to be here with my best friend who was high on heroin and a fifteen year old scene girl that we had taken turns ‘fucking' while Matt slowly loaded her up.

I felt dirty. But I knew he was dirtier, with substance! But I felt dirty just from the very state of the disgusting house I was in. Why was I here? I couldn't even answer that myself.

"Smoking calms me down." Matt said as he chomped a bite of sandwich, then directly took a drag of cigarette.

"Don't you think you're down enough?" I ask quietly as I watched him eat, trying not to breath in the fumes of the burning tobacco.

Matt looked up at me and smiles lazily.

"You need to get laid." He says through a mouth full of sandwich. "Lonely seventeen year-olds need sex Jess. And you're that seventeen year old."

I glare at him for his stupid comment.

"I just fucked like three times in the last two hours. Two of which times you watched like a dumb fuck."

‘Why was I here?' Did I always ask myself this many questions? The same questions, over and over...

"I think I'm ready again." Matt says grabbing his crotch through his white stained black boxer briefs. "What is it about smack that gets me hard?"

"How should I fucking know?" I say opening the fridge, gritting my teeth and wrinkling my nose at the smell of rotted food. I find a coke in the back of the dirty fridge and figure it safe enough to drink. When I turn around Matt was gone. What could happen, even though he's by himself? I felt like I was his fucking parent; always watching out for him. Really I was just always trying to keep him out of trouble, but as far as I can remember it didn't really help.

Then suddenly I remember I felt something click in the back of my head. I didn't know it then but it was what would eventually bring my world down. I watched everything get slow. It was a moving blur. Moving to slow for it to take any definite shape, just constant change. A fuzzy picture, my life in repeat...

It took about three minutes but I finally got the can of soda open. Then another three to take a drink while it took me eight to get back down the hall to the bedroom where Matt was once again naked and on top of a motionless Sam. She seemed so small under him, small and pail! My eyes began to hurt but I couldn't close them nor look away from the scene of my older childhood friend fucking an underage girl.

Why couldn't I? I wasn't on anything...I never took anything, ever, so my mind couldn't be slowing down from that. What was in the soda...? Nothing, surely! Why is this house so dirty? Why does my friend do drugs? Why did I like him? Why was I worried? I was legal! I was seventeen and Matt was...three years older than me.

He was standing in front of me again, looking slightly perplexed, panting like a dog in the heat from his quick sexual excursion. He was running a hand through his short fur like he used to do when we had talked about girls when I was still in middle school. He would tell me how ‘hot' high school girls where...

Matt had thought he was bisexual then; he had tried to get me to have sex with him once, when I was twelve, to see what it would be like. Can can still remember those days, his bigger paw running over and under me. Bringing me into a world of sexual awareness a normal twelve year old usually doesn't know. And yeah, we did a few things together but never anything serious, not like what we were doing to Sammy. He would joke around while I blew him, or play a video game while I pawed him off. This happened until he got his first girlfriend in the tenth grade, the same girlfriend who got him into Vicodin in eleventh and heroin in twelfth.

"Jess, it's your turn." Matt tells me smiling lazily as he slapped me on my bare stomach and gave my crotch a playful tug. "Get your furry ass on her."

I didn't remember taking off my shirt, but as soon as my pants were off I was on top of her. I didn't even bother with another condom because I knew that if Matt hadn't used one it was already too late.

I could feel his leftovers inside of her as I slowly entered, it felt warm, but what didn't feel warm was her. Sam just lay there, motionless and cold as I fucked her. It took a moment but about half way through I knew! I knew it and didn't stop. Instead I closed my eyes and pictured her eyes and her smile. The girl who had been happy and content with her life five hours ago was now dead and Matt was preparing another needle. He didn't know how cold she was beneath me.

What will we tell her parents, or the police? I thought calmly. Why wasn't I worried? Why couldn't I feel when I moved in and out, why couldn't I feel my tears as they fell, matting her face fur with my pain as i humped a pumped in and out of her ever deathly cold insides. The only remaining warm left in her was from Matt's cum and the friction made by my cock sliding in and out of her.

I thrust forward; deep into her. I was cumming, and I slowly pulled out spilling more seed into her lap; the last bit of warmth her body would know and sat up without looking into her face. I didn't want to see the look of cold death that I knew had been inches from my face. Instead I sat on the edge of the bed naked as I watched Matt shoot up. I couldn't stop him even if I had tried. I just buried my face in my paws as I waited for him to nod back into consciousness.

What could I do, I was stuck between worlds and the walls were pushing in. I knew what was beyond those walls; it screamed at me in the dead silence of the room. The indescribable heaven was just beyond the cement walls and I couldn't do anything but hide my face from a world I wasn't even a part of, just a mere spectator in a land where substances are the masters and people are the slaves.

Thanks for reading and forgive me for not butting death as a keyword, it would have spoiled the ending... Now write me a comment even if you didn't like it. Tell me to get a life and write something that doesn't have to do with the things i despise.......

:P