Part I Into Oblivion
Hehe.... So this is my first story ever.
Its part one of how I became a furry with the use of psycoactive drugs. In this first part there is no furrys or animals for that matter but this is all a precursor to the next part where I actually meet my furry/mental guide though he appers in this part but is never seen
So hope u all like it and enjoy part 1^.=.^
Into the Oblivion
By Coyote Junkie
As I stood by the blender in the kitchen I could smell the earthy sent emanating from the 800 or so tiny black seed being ground in a fine brown powder. Little did I know that those ground up seeds would have such a profound effect on me for the rest of my life. Morning glories have been used for centuries by the native people of the land to become one with themselves and nature and my hope was that I would have no different of an experience. I was and still am a fledgeling psychonaut and this was to be the most intense thing to happen to me up to that point. Once the seeds were ground to my satisfaction I poured the content of the blender into a big bowl and decided to taste a pinch of it. What my taste sense told me was in my mouth was dirt and I almost threw up right then and there. I went to the fridge and grabbed the applesauce jar and proceeded to spoon as much as I could get out into the bowl and mixed it until I had a nice yellowish brown sauce. The new concoction seemed to be much more palatable than the first dry one. I then quickly emptied the bowl of its contents, then went to the fridge for a red bull cola to get the gritty seed residue out of my mouth. I knew that it would be a little while before the effects kicked in so I cleaned up the mess on the counter I had made and the sat down in the big red recliner in the living room. I put on some Mastodon and waited for the shit to start. The trip started out calm enough. There was time starting to slow and light visuals when I closed my eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary (for being stoned that is). Then my stomach started to cramp up in nausea. I had expected and prepared for such a thing because I had done my homework on this stuff. So I went to my dresser and grabbed my pipe and a nickel bag I bought the other day and went on to the patio. After a bowl had been smoked the pain started to leave my belly so I decided to sit down in the plastic lawn chair on the wood deck and watch the sun set off into the west sky and my god, it was a sight to behold. The dancing rays of warmth just barley peeking over the white snow covered hill brought a tear to my eye. Whether it was the drugs in my system or just nature at its finest I do not know, but what I was sure of was that now I could come to appreciate the real beauty of the natural world. As the darkness of night quickly replaced the last faint glowing aura of the sun I began to notice a huge change in perception. The world around me became fuzzy and distant. I started to relax in the patio chair I was in and it just felt so comfortable and warm even thought was only 20 above out. I felt like I was melding with it in some way, like it was becoming part of my body. Then the quiet whisper of voices came into the being of my perception. They made no sense to me as I melted further into the chair. Just a bunch of gibberish sounds, very quiet and subtle, even a little relaxing. But after what seemed like a long time but could have in reality been no more than a minute I began to fear becoming one with this chair and what seemed to be an entire universe of voices. At that response all hell broke loose in my mind. The whispers suddenly became crystal clear and began yelling, even screaming,
"Join all existence" they told me.
"Give in to the collective of all energy, you will not feel a thing, you will be at peace"
The voices sacred me more and I tried to sit up but felt like I was tied to the chair.
"I must not give in, I must not give in, I must not give in"
I kept saying this out loud to myself and the fuzzyness began to disapate and the world started to clear. But at this the voices instead of urging me into the fuzzy darkness began swearing and cursing me and I started back to the blurred world I had just seen. I felt like I was losing myself in the never ending existence of the voices. They were almost like black ooze trying to cover me and make me one of them. When I started to black out I saw my own hand move into my pocket and pull out my Zippo and flick it open but I could barely feel its cold metal touch against my skin. And I was not moving the hand, it was moving by some unseen force that my mind was not aware of. Then my other hand moved towards it and the Zippo lit up. My hand stuck itself into the bright and painful heat and after what seemed like years I felt the waves of the bright and sharp pain of burning hair and flesh. The voices became very distant but could still be heard off in the distance as I automatically yelped in pain at what I had done to my hand. All I could think was that I had not consciously done that. I would never purposely hurt myself. But then I realized I was tripping very bad and probably would not be in full control of myself. The voices now seemed to becoming closer, slowly but shurely, closer. I then felt the nausea that had been there before come back in terrible and sharp cramps to my abdomen and this seemed to make the voices seem to come even closer. I rushed into the house and only saw a glance at the clock. I had been out there for an hour but had thought it to only be more on the order of three. As I flung open the door to the bathroom I sank to my knees and just started losing my entire stomach to the white bowl before me. After several vomit filled gags I collapsed onto the floor next to it. Now the voices were as close if not closer than before. My mind tried to keep up with them as they screamed and howled to join them.
"Must stay awake, mmmmmm......ust stay.........."
But it was futile, in one last gasp I relaxed completely and gave in to what now felt like a pool of dark, thick smooth liquid substance with me floating on top of it
"Why fight, it's all use less" I thought to myself.
As I saw a veil of darkness cover my eyes I felt the floor start to consume me into its mass less shapeless form. I felt myself sinking into it and allowing it to completely envelope me. As it did this all fight left me, I completely relaxed into the cool and smooth substance of the voices. All ego, all resistance, all sense of self began to drain away. I became one with them and now my voice was added to this new and strange collective I was becoming a part of, the voices softly urging me to give myself to them.
"That's it,"
"Let it all leave you"
"Give yourself to us"
"SUBMIT TO OUR WILL!"
And with those words something powerful, terrifying and amazing happened. Deep in the most primitive part of my mind something turned on, like a light switch or the first flicker of a candle. At first it was like a small light in the great distance of this new peaceful oblivion. But soon it began to grow and burn everything around me in a white heat of some sort. The voices shrieked loudly for a moment and then a powerful entity made itself know. In a loud voice it proclaimed
"I AM BA"AL PROTECTOR OF THIS BEING. IT IS NOT HIS TIME TO JOIN YOU. BE STILL AND LEAVE IN PEACE"
And with those words the voices receded into the fading darkness becoming smaller and weaker in there angry blasts of spiting rage over losing me to their joining. I gasped as the black heavy liquid receded with them into the shrinking oblivion. The air seemed to taste so good as I began to pant in heavy waves just to feel the sharp sensation hit my now numb body. Then I lay still for a moment not breathing just to here the complete silence around me and my now fast beating heart making my body pulse. My mind slowly began to realize that I was now safe and then began to slowly form my first self thought since briefly combining myself with that collective. I was back into this perception of reality but what of the strong voice. Where had this "Ba'al" come from? As I gathered myself I wiped some of the residue of the vomit off my mouth and began to walk over to the mirror of the bathroom. I felt weak and clammy, like I had just run three miles on an empty stomach. My mind still very dazed from the experience and the drugs as I walked up to the mirror.................
Part 2 comeing soon :)