Heaven
I have no idea what posessed me to write this other than I was bored at 2am, depressed, on vicodin (broke my hand T_T), and trying to get past a writer's block. Writing a story with one hand is a whole lot of tedium that I don't want to get into. It's not the best in the world, but it worked as far as I'm actually writing my good stuff now, lol.
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This story is of an adult nature and not intended for minors or people who think sexy bipedal animals are weird.
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Story and characters are copyright (c) to MythRat
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Heaven
By
MythRat
A small splinter of pain, a quick burning in her blood, and then the rush of the drug as it flooded the vixen's system. "Never had it take so fast before," her words slurred slightly, the room was spinning, her head swam with the high.
"This is a new cut," the wolf smiled smugly at her, "my own little cocktail. You like it?"
A rush of adrenaline brought her senses into a slightly sharper focus. "Fuck you! What the hell did you cut it with?!" even as slowed as her movements were, her emerald eyes burned into the wolf's own ice blue orbs.
"Chill out, babe. I mixed it with a little morphine and added a bit of caffeine for an extra kick and a quick buzz," the wolf leaned back against the arm of the plush black leather couch and watched the fox to make sure she settled back again before he lit the cigarette he'd been holding and took a drag. "You really need to lighten up, sweetheart," he muttered, smoke curling out around his black muzzle.
The fox was sure she'd seen his ears curl into horn shapes when he said that. She closed her eyes and took half a moment to pull her low cut mesh top back up over her shoulder before she settled back down to revel in the effects of the drug. The wolf eyed her slightly but relaxed again once she settled back again, "That's better. I told you, you'd like it."
A few more moments of whirling bliss, a euphoric whisper, "Better this than the world..." and then a slow decent into a warm black nothingness.
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Rachel woke to a blinding pain in her head and a thirst so severe it nearly made her choke on her own breath. It took her a moment to realize where she was, the place wasn't crappy enough to be her own little hole-in-the-wall apartment. She remembered the party at the club, Daern's new cut (hell of a trip), a little bit of hot blood ... and nothing more after that. She figured she must have passed out and the big wolf had brought her back to his place to crash on his couch. The young vixen blinked her emerald eyes, trying to clear her blurred vision. Her first clear sight was of the assortment of stains and dark spots on the once-blue couch she lay on, the clearly sexual nature of which nearly made her retch... or it could have been the hangover. Rachel stood up and instantly regretted it, the pain in her head increased and her thirst assailed her again, worse this time. Her legs gave out and she fell straight down, weak paws fumbling for a hold on the battered old couch to stop her fall. The young fox let out a little whimper of pain as she smacked into the hard concrete floor and decided to take a moment to regain her breath and her senses. Daern was probably still fast asleep, she'd never seen the wolf pull himself to consciousness before noon, so she knew she'd get no help from him; not that she ever expected any.
She pulled her skimpy mesh top back over her shoulders, not even bothering looking for her pants, and made another attempt at moving. The drug ravaged she-fox stood as best as her spindly legs and swimming senses would allow and made a slow, stumbling path to the kitchen down at the end of the hall. Rachel managed to reach the fridge and groped around the wire-grate shelves, annoyed by the flickering of the refrigerator's tiny light bulb (it would go out soon, no doubt), and finally managed to find an unopened bottle of Gatorade, of which Daern always kept a good stock just for this reason. Her half-numb fingers fumbled with the seal for a few very frustrating moments before she managed to remove it and down half the bottle's cold blue contents in two gulps. She drank the rest a little slower and then grabbed another bottle before taking a moment to rummage through the sparsely stocked cupboards to find something to eat; her search only turned up a half a bag of cheetos and package of ramen.
"Better than starving," she muttered to herself and went in search of cookware, which she didn't find. Scowling, she pulled a mostly clean bowl out of the busted dishwasher, filled it with water and the dry ramen, and set the whole thing in the microwave to nuke.
Rachel was so busy munching on the cheese poofs and watching the little bowl of ramen spin around in the microwave, she didn't notice Daern step up behind her until the large black wolf pinched her ass. The skinny vixen yipped and whirled around, scattering the bag of cheetos over the counter. Her black tipped ears stood straight back against her skull and her bushy flame red tail closely resembled a bottle brush by the time she realized it was just her dealer (and occasional boyfriend).
"Daern, you jerk!" she yelled, giving him a not-quite-playful smack across his black snout, "You scared me half to death!" The young fox tried to regain some of her composure, running a paw through her messy honey-amber hair to try to straighten it and combing her fingers through her tail to flatten the fur back down.
"It's no use, babe. You look like roadkill," he said with a bit of a laugh, "You need a shower," he grabbed a pawful of the cheese poofs from the counter and popped them into his mouth, "And some decent food."
"Nothin' about this shit-hole is decent, Daern. The crappy food is the least of your problems." She said simply, taking her ramen out and mixing in the flavoring with a fork.
The big wolf yawned and stretched, scratching behind on of his ears, "Come on, get cleaned up and get some clothes on. I'll take you out somewhere nice." He stepped over and kissed her, getting in a little tongue, more for his own amusement than hers, and walked out of the kitchen to get cleaned up himself. There wasn't any passion in it, no love, mostly just lust and a little resignation. There wasn't much between the two other than drugs and sex. She was an unwanted rape-child and he was an outcast renegade, they met up at the club one night when she was looking for a 'way out.' She bought from him, let him fuck her sometimes if she didn't have enough cash to pay for the ride or if he just wanted a little fun. It was convenient... that was about it.
Rachel ate a little of the ramen before she padded back to the bathroom, Daern was already in the shower washing his coarse ebony fur. The big wolf noticed her entrance and slid back the frosted-glass door to leer at her.
"Care to join me?" he asked, looking at her hungrily.
The little fox girl ignored his comment and stripped off her black mesh top and bra, to an appreciative growl from the wolf, and slipped out of her black thong. She was unusual for a fox, marking wise anyways, she had the usual black glove and sock markings on her paws, the black tips on her ears and tail, but where most foxes had white bellies and inner limbs, hers simply matched the rest of her flame red pelt and she had a black blaze that ran from right between her emerald eyes all the way down the center of her back to the base of her tail.
She pushed the sliding glass door fully open and pushed the black canine aside to step under the stream of water. Rachel closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water bring her back to life, imagining her sins washed away with the grime and sweat down the drain never to haunt her again. A few moments and the water had flattened her fiery hued fur and soaked down to her skin, the warmth easing the ache in her muscles, the white noise of the shower blocking out the world and letting her mind rest.
She was woken from her little meditative reverie by the feeling of strong arms circling her waist and pulling her against a lean muscled chest, a hard canine cock pressed between their bodies. The young fox sighed and made an attempt to pull away from the big wolf, which only made him hold her tighter to him.
"Daern, don't make me cut it off," she warned, "Let me go."
He answered her with a low rumbling growl and a gentle lick across her neck. He never talked much when he was this horny, it usually came down to deciphering his intentions from feral growls and not-so-subtle movements of his body; that last answer being a 'I don't want to, I'd rather get laid.' She didn't have the patience for this.
"Get off me!" She snarled at him as she jammed her elbow into his gut.
The big wolf was only caught off guard by the sudden blow... and pissed off. Daern let out a low menacing growl, ears flattened against his skull, and pinned the little fox up against the shower wall, her face pressed against the wet tile. Rachel let out a surprised yelp and growled over her shoulder at the big wolf, fighting against his hold. He snarled at her, razor toothed maw an inch away from her face, grabbing a pawful of her hair to keep her head pinned while using his free paw to pull her bushy tail out of his way.
"Daern, please don't do this." she begged weakly, a few tears mixing with the fall of the shower. He tightened his grip on her, black claws starting to dig into her skin, and let out a growl that clearly said he would not be dissuaded. "Daern! Please! I'll let you, just let me go!" Her pleas turned into a short scream of pain as the black canine slammed his full length into her again and again, his knot quickly swelling to it's full size, stretching her a little more each time he moved fully into the squirming fox.
She stopped fighting against him after a few minutes, knowing he'd only be harsher with her the more she fought. Even as rough as he was being, it did feel kind of good, the way his knot stretched her with every stroke, pushing her young vulpine sex to its limits. She liked it when he got rough, how he would dominate her, bending her to his will; for his own pleasure, she knew, but at least he wanted her.
Daern slowed his thrusts somewhat, wanting to draw out his pleasure as much as possible, and slipped one arm around his little fox toy, moving his paw between her legs. Rachel let out a small gasp that turned into a low groan as he played with her and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against his paw. The big wolf relaxed his hold on her, knowing she would let him use her now, and let his now-free paw slip down through the wet fur of her chest and belly, fur that was just as fiery red as the rest of her pelt. He nuzzled into her neck, licking her cheek in a gesture more akin to possession or perhaps pleasure, but not affection. He gave a low rumbling growl and held her tighter against him as he bred her, his thrusts coming faster, becoming more insistent as he moved closer to his peak. Rachel gasped, half choking on the spray of water, short claws scraping against the smooth tile, not sure herself if she was trying to push back against his thrusts or escape him. Dearn let out a triumphant snarl as he reached his climax and grabbed the scruff of her neck in his jaws as he spilled his hot seed into his bitch. The vixen gave a loud cry in a mix of pain, pleasure, humiliation, and satisfaction, letting the ebon male force his knot into her abused body, tying them together.
Rachel went limp in the black wolf's arms, all her energy spent, her willpower withered away to nothing. She gratefully let him support her weight, holding her almost tenderly against his chest, he was usually gentle once he got what he wanted. The young fox cringed on reflex as he licked her neck where he'd held her, she hadn't noticed the wounds he'd made until he started tending to them. His touch wasn't the least bit apologetic and barely comforting, he took care of her injuries only so she'd be ready to receive more the next time he took his pleasure of her.
His knot subsided after a while and he released her, only staying long enough to clean himself up before he stepped out of the shower, as if nothing had happened. Rachel shrank down to the shower floor, her arms around her shoulders and her legs pulled close against her body, soaked red tail curled between her legs and around her feet. She stared blankly at the white tile wall and almost started to cry before she caught herself, reached almost frantically for the soap and scrubbed through her fur, determined to wash away every bit of evidence of what just happened.
She stepped out of the shower a short while later, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off. She grabbed one of Daern's t-shirts out of his dresser, glad it still smelled like the laundry soap and not him, and made her way out to the living room where the big black wolf was laying on the couch, dozing lightly.
She scowled at him, wondering how he could just pass it off so easily, rest so god damned peacefully after he took her like that. She at least expected him to be worked up, a little hyper even, but he never was. Always cool and calm, nothing fazed him.
"SO where are you taking me for breakfast?" She half yelled the first word, just to unsettle him, and the rest came out in a bitter snap.
The dark canine looked up at her, not even sitting up fully, meeting her scowl with an insidiously cheerful grin, "How about we go for sea food? Salmon's still your favourite, right?"
She sighed, one black tipped ear dropping to the side, "Yeah, still is, y' damned bastard." She was careful to add a smirk at the end of that last bit, he'd hit her if he thought she was seriously insulting him.
Daern rolled his ice blue eyes and half sat up on the couch. "Come here," he said softly, holding on arm out to her and motioning her over. The young fox paused, unsure of his intentions. The big wolf sighed and flexed his clawed fingers just slightly, "Quit looking at me like that. I'm not gonna eat you, ok? Now get over here."
"I don't believe you, but alright," Rachel said with a desolate smirk. The young vixen padded over to the black canine and sat on the couch beside him. She gave a little yip of surprise when he snaked his arms around her and pulled her to lay beside and almost half on top of him.
"Hey, relax baby," he crooned as he held her close to him, "I didn't mean to just take you like that, even though I know you like it rough," he smirked, like he was proud of that little bit of knowledge, "I just want to make it up to you, alright?"
Sometimes, like now, she could almost swear he actually gave a rat's ass about her. It was only to keep her with him, keep her convenient, she had no delusions about that fact. Still, it was kind of nice when he tried.
The young fox sighed and curled close to him, burying her russet snout in the longer fur of his neck.
"Sure, Daern," she said quietly, "Just go easy on my next time, ok?"
"Alright." He gave her a soft lick across her neck, shivering just slightly at the taste of blood still dripping from the small bites he'd left. The big wolf grinned a bit and gave her an affectionate slap on her ass. "Come on, babe. Let's go get ready."
He started to sit up but Rachel clung to him tighter, "Please, can we just stay here for a little while?"
Daern shook his black furred head a little but gave into her, laying back and just cradling her against him. For just those few moments as she lay against him, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his arms around her, life was good.
This was heaven.