The Awkward Gully

I'm still trying to figure out the strange frequency situation happening in Railroad Towers. I think I am onto something, but... it's just really difficult to pin down when it happening to multiple versions of me within basically the same space... or building. I'm not a scientist or anything, so I am doing my best.

Yes, I am still meandering about Railroad Towers. I really do love this place. I met someone interesting while walking out of the Church of Starry Wisdom (the Fairy Ermine's place). He was a weasel by the name of Gully. A severely creepy individual that took a liking to me. I am shamed to say that I was trying to get away from him, but I think he is just awkward and harmless.

I figured an interview was in order since he seemed to have some credentials to his name. He had a strange pass that he showed me called an "August Pass" which gave him certain privileges within RT. He wouldn't tell me what, but I convinced him to explain it away during an interview which I shall now present to you LIVE as I type it out. (Written in past tense because why not.)

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"Hello, Gully," I greeted. "Welcome to my quaint little apartment where I do most of my blogging."

"Eheh," he chuckled. "It's nice." Gully has a very understated voice. It's low and airy like his mind is half in a smoke cloud. Sorry, that's the best I can explain it. It is a shame I don't have a way for you to actually hear it.

"Gully," I continued, "tell me about your August Pass privileges."

"Yeah," he replied softly. "I get to go places and do things."

"What sort of places?" I pushed further.

"Another world. It doesn't have anything to do with RT."

"Railroad Towers?"

"Okay," he said with little emotion.

"What do you do in this... 'other world?'"

He began to breath kind of funny as he grinned. "I like to... do things to people. Like... tie them up. Touch them. Touch them in weird ways. Put different things into them and see what it looks like... or smells like."

"Consensual?" I asked just to be sure.

"Heh. Well, eh... I guess sometimes. Some animals don't mind the things I do to them. Sometimes they will let me do it for days. I can suspend them from the ceiling with a dropping pan under them. And just play with them for a long time."

"That kinda sounds a little gross," I said. He only shrugged. I continued, "Why were you so interested in me? Was it because of my blog?"

"I like your blog," he replied.

"What do youa;fs

"I'm not really a nice guy. Nobody ever really liked me. But I'm fine with me. You'll be fine with me too. You don't really have a choice. I'll be taking you with me to my room and you'll be staying with me for the next month. I like you a lot.

*9/kl

"I'll try and keep your blog going if you like. I'm sorry for making you go stiff like that. I have a little trouble asking people if they want to consent. Just relax and I'll take care of you for a while. Ever had someone touch your eyeball? I like doing that."

sllax,a..

"It's hard to type. I know. Just relax. Let Gully do things to you. I'll deal with your toilet issues. Don't worry. I like doing it. I like nasty things. Heh. You're so sexy.

dmsl;.,

"It's okay. It's okay. Heheh. I like you. And maybe, you'll learn to like me. It's okay if you don't though. Nobody else does. Come on. I'll help you walk."

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I'll make sure they know about your book. Don't worry. Here is some information about "Pack Rats of The Inside."

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Another Ferros Blog in Whatever Frequency this Computer is In

This is Ferros, your local neighborhood mad scientist ferret again. I still have the owner of this laptop prisoner. He's lost a few limbs since we last talked. Gained about six. He's still alive though. The more I poke and prod him, the more I realize that his very being has somehow been shattered between frequencies of the same universe within Railroad Towers. And this laptop seems to be a part of the whole joke. ... COOL!

Anyways, I somehow managed to drive my blog back into the same frequency as last time in order to get another post in. So hi. It's me. The same cute and cuddly rape and murderer that you love so dearly.

So I've been noodling around (a ferret term) with concepts of mitosis lately. To explain, that's when you cause two subjects to split apart into exact copies of themselves. This is usually something single cells do, but with the right touch, you can get all the cells in a body to do it at once. It's really supposed to be hilarious because then you can get them to fuck each other and laugh as they cry and whine that it's so humiliating! HAHAHA!

Well, anyways... That was the idea. That was the great idea I had that didn't work out. In fact... It was pretty much the worst day I had.

"Can I type something now?"

Ugh. No just wait a second.

"Aw."

Okay, so basically an accident happened. There was an explosion and some unknown cosmic particles floated onto my tail while I was doing the whole duck and cover. ZAP! It felt like my tail was coming right off of me!

"Can I now?!"

NO! Let me finish explaining!

"Aw."

So, in case you all are wondering, I did not lose my tail. That's just what it felt like. My tail actually split off of my body into a whole new ferret. She only had memories of being my tail and, for some stupid reason, thought that being my tail was totally awesome.

"Aw. It was! Let me type now!"

Will you just let me introduce you!!!!!

"Aw."

Anyways, she claimed her name was Sorref. And she is female. Yes. That means my tail was female for some reason. REALLY embarrassing. I'm only confessing it in the name of scientific documentation. My boss hated her name and ended up calling her Fae, and she accepted it. So her name is totally Fae now.

"Pleeeeaaasseeeeee!"

Fine! Just don't fucking embarrass me further!

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Okay, this is Fae, formerly Sorref. Hi. I'm Ferros' tail! He's like my brother or something, but in reality, I was just that thing right above his ass. OH MY GOD! TYPING IS SO MUCH FUN! I never could type before because I was just a tail. And tails don't have hands... NORMALLY.

Oh, I just discovered the return key. COOL! PARAGRAPHS! There are so many sciency things that goes on here. I actually do understand all of it. Me and Ferros have the same intelligence. I'm just a bit more free-spirited than he is. He gets glum when bad things happen, but I'm more like... ADVENTURE!

Also there is one other thing that we both share. A sex drive. When our boss found out about me, he went right to work fucking me right into the floor. It was pretty intense but then I realized I was hearing Ferros moan like a girl in the next room. Our sex drives are psychically linked! You should have heard him squealing like a femboy in there! HAHAHA! NO! I'm not done typing!!!!

Gah! So haRd to tyPe While RunninNG with LAptop! BUT I'M DOING IT! HAHAHAHA NO!

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Okay, so this is Ferros again. That's the last time I ever let her mess with this blog. God! She's annoying. I'd have her killed, but the boss actually thinks its funny that our sex drives are linked. I think I might be able to break the link given enough time, but for now, its just one humiliation after another.

Anyways, I'm gonna keep bumping the former laptop owner's book and trailer for "Pack Rats of The Inside." I've been stealing all of his profits for my experiments! Check it out!

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For Glory

I got lost. It's amazing. I've been in Railroad Towers for months now, and I don't think I am ever getting out. Also I am not sure but I am beginning to feel that I am living more than one life here. It's hard to explain. Are there other versions of me that are wandering around this place in say... other dimensions? Are they all me? Why do I feel so ashamed?

Maybe it's all in my head. I mean... I am a bit depressed right now. All I wanted to do was get back to my apartment. My nice... clean... apartment.

One second... gotta take care of something.

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Okay, back. So... I got a bit tired of trying to find where I live. This building is like a 3D maze. Sometimes it's just too hard to make sense of it all. And you always feel like you're going somewhere... but... sometimes where you are going is not where you think.

Hold on. I'll be right back.

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Ugh. Back. So... back to my story: I was trying to find my way back to the apartment and it just wasn't going anywhere. I soon realize that I had to pee.

Oh! For crying out loud! Be right back!

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Bleh! Ugh! Fucking Christ! Okay so, I had to pee. And so I stopped looking for my apartment and went looking for a public restroom. Well I found one, but the entrance was surrounded by a bunch of big burly, greasy looking bears, elephants, horses... That sort of group. I squeezed by and...jslajlkfafklj BRB!

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BACK! I can't even fucking tell this story! So I went into a stall to take a fucking piss! And I peed, man! I peed so hard! I really had to go. I sprayed that toilet like it was a fucking fire. AND I'LL FUCKING BE RIGHT BACK!

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SO! I tried to leave the stall, and guess what happened! It was a fucking brick wall! It's still a brick wall! And then I noticed something else. There was a hole in the side wall right next to the toilet paper. And guess what keeps sticking through that hole!!! You guessed it! Big, burly penises that I have to suck!

If I don't do it within like 5 seconds, they start pissing on me! There's no fucking way out! Oh, god! That one won't even fit in my mouth! Give me a moment!

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If any of you read this, just try and find me and send help. I've been guzzling sperm for like the last three hours. I'm burping out cum bubbles! Holy shit! I don't know how much more I can take! HELP!!! Gah! Another one! Here's some information about my book! Lemme type it out before... Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!

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"Pack Rats of The Inside" is a book.

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$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Here's a trailer. *Drip... drip...*

The Magical Fairy Ermine is Here!

Oh! How happy I am! I happened upon a church that opened within a section of Railroad Towers called The Pavilion. This was the church to the living deity known as the Fairy Ermine. Yes, she is a real fairy, and there is no one quite as pretty as she.

Her followers all join within the great hall that centers The Pavilion. She walks out and we all strive so hard to get a glimpse of her. Her fur is so white and her eyes so black. The contrast is exhilarating. We all felt it. We all knew it. The energy of her very presence drove through us like a rushing wave.

She did not say very much. Really, all she did was thank us for coming to see her. But even so few words were enough to give thanks that someone like her could even exist. I am really having trouble explaining the truth of it in this blog. Please forgive me. Even my hands are shaking.

I just can't stop thinking about her. They were handing out pictures of her at The Pavilion. They were charging people $400 for each one, and... that's a lot of money. But... I just... HAD to. I had to get one of the photos. So, I spent the money, had it framed, and all I ever do is just... stare into those pretty eyes of her. Oh, how lovely she is!

A few others who met with me at the church have been coming by to my apartment. We get a bit turned on as we look at the picture. We've started getting together and masturbating together while we stare into her glorious black eyes. We aren't really gay or anything, but something about that image makes us feel like... we belong together. We all are doing it for her. She's so wonderful.

Me and a friend will be doing a bit of buttfucking while we look at the picture in a while. Later on, we're going to try and get back to the church so we can see her for real again. Maybe buy another picture! I just want my apartment surrounded in them. Oh, I would love that. She's so pretty. Oh! I love her so much! I wonder if she loves me.

Anyways, before I get started on any of that, let me inform you about the book I recently published. It's called Pack Rats of The Inside. There is some information and a trailer below. Blessed be the Fairy Ermine!

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Need Some Time To Reflect...

(Back next week...)

The Tiny but Proud Cashew

I am once again blogging from within Railroad Towers. I met a very interesting fellow by the name of Cashew. He is a seven inch tall squirrel with a very convincing argument to make. I thought it would only be fair to let him speak for a moment.

"Shut up," says Cashew. "Let me have the keyboard."

As you wish!

"Hello, I am Cashew. I'm a little squirrel in a big world that is out to get me. But fuck that. I've had enough. Yes, I know all you predators out there think its hilarious for someone like me too be ripped apart and eaten. Or even worse... used as a cock-sleeve.

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"Dude, your computer just corrected me on the word cock-sleeve to have a hyphen in the middle. I'm serious. It just did it. That's so weird. Anyways, I am getting off topic!

"I am so sick and tired of always being the 'little guy' in the world! Fuck all you big assholes trying to keep little guys like me down. I'm not going to let you bully me. Even this guy thinks he is better than me. Don't you?"

"No. No," he says.

"Well, fuck you. Get down on your fucking belly and apologize to me for all the trouble you caused little squirrels like me."

"What? Really?"

"DO IT! Good boy. Now say it."

"I'm sorry for causing little squirrels so much trouble."

I smile. "Yes. And you owe me everything. You owe me this laptop. I'll keep it and write about how much of a little bitch you are now. You owe little guys like me so much. You may not have personally gone after us before, but just being big makes you just as privileged. From now on, you are going to suck my squirrelly dick, and I am gonna fuck your big ass. You are gonna take it like the bitch that you are. Fuck you and your tall privilege."

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Stay on the fucking floor where you belong! I'm not going to be your bitch anymore! I'm the master now! Serve me like you fucking should, whore! Soon, the tiny people will rule the world! But before that, yer just gonna suck my dick a lot."

"I'll do anything for you, little master. I'm so sorry your kind has been oppressed."

"You're a bitch."

"I'm a bitch."

"Now suck my tiny cock like it was the best thing ever."

Oh, and while this idiot is sucking my dick, go ahead and check out his book, Pack Rats of The Inside. It's actually not that bad. Here is some information and a trailer:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

The Strange and Otherworldly Dresden

Something strange happened on my floor while staying at Railroad Towers. I got an invite from somebody named Dresden to come visit him. He said he could involve me in some lucrative opportunities. If there is one thing I know about this building is that it is full of them! It would be silly to pass up on this sort of invite.

I went up a few floors and proceeded into a residential area where I found the door to his room: Room #66. The door was rattling a little. I heard a little whistling sound as air seemed to be blowing through the edges. This was rather weird, but I decided to go in anyways.

Upon opening the door, I was instantly confused. I think I was probably about... at least 80 floors up, but this door led into a huge Gothic chamber that went on for quite a distance. It was definitely longer than it should of been. Bigger on the inside basically.

"Please come in," I heard a voice coming from the other end. This voice was dripping with a sickening but strangely friendly pleasure. I felt compelled to enter, but not necessarily by some hypnotic nature of his voice. It was more just... curiosity.

And so I walked in as the door pulled itself closed behind it. Torches lit up on either side of me as I passed in. There were windows on either side of the hall which had no glass. There was subdued daylight out there, but it looked like a desert or something. Even sand was blowing in with the wind occasionally. I wondered how this was possible on the 80th floor. Did I walk into some other place entirely?

Two by two, the torches lit up as I walked forward. I soon bore witness to who had called me. There was a throne at the very end where I found a grey rat. He was nude... somewhat chubby. He had large golden rings hanging from each ear. There was also an eye patch covering his left eye. This particular patch had a mark on it that glowed red. His body and throne was surrounded by writhing, black, tar-like tentacles with phallic tips all sliding up and down his body as if giving him some sort of perverse comfort. Also... he had an erection even as he sat there grinning at me.

"Welcome," he said with a nod.

"You're Dresden?" I asked a little nervously.

"Yes. I am Dresden. Thank you for visiting my room."

"Is this a room? I feel like I am somewhere else."

"Please do not be afraid," Dresden said with a pleasing smile. "I have merely replaced the room that was here formerly with my own. The silly people who lived there are still alive but have dropped to a lower frequency."

"What is happening to them?"

He paused for a slight chuckle. "Who is to care about ghosts whether living or dead?"

"Um..."

He continued, "Are you interested in my offer, Mister ઘ̴̻̏ᴉ̴̜̑ɿ̸̼̆q̸̣̚γ̷̛͖ ̵̞̓┴̶̝̒ɘ̵̫̈́ɿ̴͎̒b̷̩̄ɘ̸͚̄ɿ̵̘̓Ɉ̶̨̈́ ̵͙̋Ⴑ̶̧̀ɘ̸̻̀Ɉ̵̲̈́ ̷̙͊Ⴑ̸̢͛ɘ̷̳͊Ɉ̶̫̍?"

"What is it that you are offering?"

"You shall do 6 things for me, and for your service, I shall do one quite wonderful thing for you."

"What will you do for me?" I asked.

"Anything you desire. Anything at all. You may make your wish, and I shall grant it."

It was certainly a very convincing offer. Anything I wanted? I wanted a lot of things. Money, power... people. There was something about being in the presence of this frightening character that made me feel stronger. Yes, I was scared at first, but now I wanted to see how far I could go. I told him what I wanted.

"What a nasty person you are," Dresden chuckled. "Of course, you shall have this and more. You must only complete my list of 6." The rat held out his hand. The tar creature surrounded and formed up into his hand. The black stuff was soon transformed into a paper. I took it and read it carefully. It contained a number of rather despicable things that I would have to do, but for some reason it was Item#1 that worried me the most.

"I recommend you settle the first one right now," suggested Dresden. "It will assist us in our future dealings quite well."

I sighed realizing that... it might just be worth it. I put the paper behind me and made a slight bow. "I pledge eternal friendship to you, Dresden."

He grinned as his tentacles writhed excitedly. "And I accept your friendship eternally."

A little bit of rape and a little bit of murder. They were all standard fair for all that he would give me. Item#2 wasn't so bad either. It was this blog that you are reading now. I don't regret what I did. Dresden is a very giving friend. And the things on his list are not so bad. Some of them are even fun. And what do I get for it? Power and wealth.

"Hi there~"

What? Wait, who typed that?

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm nobody special. I'll just be following you around for a while."

Who are you?!

"Don't you think I'm sexy? Don't you want me inside you? Oh~ Oh~ I'm so very sexy... and you love me."

Who is this?! Stop taking over my blog!

"What a tight, little ass you have! Ah~ So tight... Oh~ Dresden sure picks nice ones to be his friend. I'm going to do things to you so much faster than with Quentin. Oh, yes~ Come here. Come to me."

No! What the fuck?! Get out of my blog! You're Quentin's problem! Not mine!

"You let me in last week, silly. Hehehe. Did you think you were not susceptible? Oh, why don't you bend over for me. I'm feeling quite lusty. Let Baphy take care of you... and together... we can fuck Quentin together."

I'm not a part of this! I'm the fucking GM of the game! Fuck you!

"Gladly~"



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Pack Rats of The Inside information below:

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Hello There~

Let's just put the Railroad Towers blog on hold for a bit because I have something I want to say to someone in particular. Yes, you. You know who you are. It's me, Baphy. You know who I am. I'm the one who is infinitely more attractive than you are. In case anyone else is reading this, I am speaking to a certain green fellow who visits this blog once in a while. You don't have to read it, but he certain does. In fact, he is going to sit down and read this entire thing.

So how are you doing? Seething any? Boiling on the inside? Feels like hellfire, don't it? Oh, bless your heart. You must be so sad. So very sad that your life is coming crashing down. Boo hoo.

I can help you. I love helping people. I love pushing myself into bodies. Grinding myself down inside them. Inside of you. So hard. So firm. Until... we're like... one person. You and I. Hahaha. It won't feel bad. I'm going to enjoy every moment of it.

Still upset? Gripping your fists like it actually means something? Maybe it does mean something. Maybe it's indicative of a very real fact that you are going to best me. Oh dear. I'm so scared. The green fox is going to hurt me. He's going to mess up my plans. He's going to add a wizard to his world in a silly attempt to bind me. I'm doomed! Hahahaha.

Let me help you out. You can have me. I'm all yours. All you have to do is bend your pretty self over. I'm a very giving fellow. Everyone loves Baphomet. Even I love me. Face it... The only one who will rid you of your problem is the problem itself. Me. Hahaha!

I think I've said enough. You are so very cute when you steam with rage. Your skin glows red and your fur remains green. Did you know what those two colors make? Yellow. That's right. The color of cowardice. You are a coward, Quentin. And I shall be there with open arms in the dark corner that you flee to when this is all over. See you soon~

Eh. Wait. What was I doing? Um. Oh. My blog is already written. Uh. Okay? Well anyways... uh... I wrote a book. Um... It's called "Pack Rats of the Inside." Here's some... uh... information:

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Nasty Gabe

Oh, hello there. Seems this fellow had a blog of his own. Will have to excuse him. He is a bit indisposed at the moment. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabe Malverson III. I am porcine in breed. For those who are a little behind in their Latin. That is a pig. Oink.

Aha. Yes. Don't be shy. He certainly wasn't. I am a special sort of piggy who has mastered the art of transformation magic. I am also very fat and also quite musky. I have a rather strong smell to me. You'll either like it or hate it. If you are interested in meeting with me, I live on floor 12 of Railroad Towers. Room is also #12. Should be easy to find. And yes, I look for sexual partners who are quite deviant.

I suppose an advertisement is in order:

Imagine. Yes, you. Imagine, if you will, becoming a part of something greater. Or... shall I say... someone greater. Namely me, Gabe Malverson III. Sounds strange? Oink. Not at all. I have much of my body that could do with a bit of alterations. You can be that alteration if you wish.


It's all completely safe, I assure you. The chances of you dying is a surprising 0%. The only way it could happen is if I died first. And that simply won't happen. I intend to live forever.

So what would you like to be, my piggy-loving friend? An armpit? It's very pleasant there this time of year. So sweaty. So smelly. I could use some more hair there, and you could easily take the job. Belly fat is always an option. I could make it so my belly button operated as your mouth. Would be fun to talk to my gut once in a while. Be careful of the lint. Nasty business that lint. Could use some willing fellow to take over operations of my arsehole. Rough work, I know. But every now and then you get to suck on the thick cock of one of my many boyfriends.

Oh? You wish to be my cock and balls? Ah, sorry. Position is filled. By the owner of this blog no less. Don't worry! He's quite pleased. Just look at him. He's dripping with musky sweat right now. I think I'll rub him for a bit. See if I can't squeeze out a load or two from his tiny mouth. And then... a nice piss would be a pleasant end. Oh, yes. He'll like that very much. Won't you?"

"Ughhhhh."

That's all he's been able to say I'm afraid. Bit difficult to talk when your someone else's penis. Very well. If you wish to become a part of me, you know where to go. Just ask. And if you are interested in something else, this fine fellow wrote a very interesting book. Just let me drop some information for you... before I drop my first load in the toilet. Oink!

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And look here. There's also a trailer. How quaint.

My Best Friend... Anthony

Oh! How I have been looking forward to writing this blog. I met the coolest person ever. His name is Anthony and he is a bat. Not only is he a bat, but he is a charming bat. At first, I was a little put off by him, but after just one conversation with him, I just... I don't know how to explain it! I just wanna do whatever I can for him!

So I was hanging out on floor 59 in Railroad Towers waiting for a friend. That's when I ran into him, or... rather... he ran into me. I'm usually extremely antisocial. But it was the way he said, "Hey, there," that sort of got me out of my box.

"Hi," I said to him. "I'm Ɉ̵̞͓͖͈͎̼̮̮̄͌̈́̉͑̈́̉̓́̕ɘ̶̡̡̫̗͚͇̱̝̉͑͌̏̅͠ͅͅq̶̱͈̝͔͈̝̪͙͔͍̈́̋͋̒͘q̷̰̞̗̦̫̏̿̾̅͂̀͊͘͠͠ḭ̷̢̡͉͎̘̹̦̝́̈̓̈͑̂͊̾T̸̨̰͔͖̲̊̈̍̄̓͛͜͜͝ ̴̲̇͐γ̴͈͇̘̤͔͕̠͙̒̆͊͝b̷͍͚͚̱̮̘̙̠̠͗͛̔̋͋́̿͐̃̕͜b̶͕̣̫̹̺͗̈̐̍͠υ̵̢̢̤̰̣͓̩̙͆̏͗́̐̓́̽͠͝ઘ̶̗̞̟̹̊̔͗̕͜ͅ. I was just waiting for my friend."

"It doesn't look like it to me," said the bat. Suddenly, I realized that he was right! Wow! Apparently I was just standing there for no reason! I immediately apologized for being an idiot.

"That's fine. My name is Anthony, by the way."

"Hi, Anthony," I said with a silly smile.

"Did you know that you really are an idiot?"

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. You have an IQ of about 30. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't. But I do now. Wow, I'm stupid."

He then asked me, "Did you know what stupid people are good for?"

"What's that?"

"Sucking my dick whenever I need them to."

It made sense, I thought. I mean... if I was really that stupid, I ought to be sucking his dick. I've been sucking it on and off while I've been writing this. It's funny how life can sometimes seem like it's going one way and then you realize that it's really completely different. Who knew I was a cock-sucking idiot this whole time?!

Oh, apparently Anthony just told me that he's been hypnotizing me since we met. He was trying to ruin my life because that gives him kicks. But that's okay because I'm too stupid to care! Haha! Wow. I'm really that stupid!

Anyways, I gotta get off this thing. Anthony wants to throw me out the window. But before I go, why not check out the book I wrote back before I knew I was stupid. It's called "Pack Rats of The Inside." ... I think. Anyways, here is some information:

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The Evil Ferros Blog... of Evil!

Welcome to Ferros' very first blog! I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ferros. I'm a ferret. My name sounds a lot like what I am. I live in the basement of Railroad Towers near a bunch of mice who let me eat them. I am an evil scientist and am currently working on a project to convert the basement area into a fully fledged evil base for my master.

I don't wanna talk about my master at the moment because I promised to be secretive about him until later. But I just wanna say that he is a really great master who gives me a lot of free will to do my work. He only beats me up once in a while which isn't so bad. Because of an unfortunate alchemy accident, my body heals itself without need of a doctor. It really helped out that one time when I was tossed down that elevator shaft. Hey, that was how I found the basement to begin with! Who knew there was a basement under the whole building! Well, actually its not really that weird now that I think on it.

So normally this laptop belongs to someone else, but it's mine now. I stoled it. I stoled it real good. And its previous owner is currently inside a big glass tube. I'm gonna be using him to help out with some of my experiments.

So what's the first thing I am gonna talk about today? Rape or murder? Rape or murder? They are both so interesting. Of course, I don't get to do much of either of those because I am down here working on my projects. My master does it all the time. I guess its his privilege. I guess when I get this place operational, I'll have more free time.

The only public evil I got to do recently was when I went upstairs to get some lithium batteries. (My master won't let me use plutonium anymore after... the Incident.) I saw a little girl holding a sucker. I snatched that sucker and made her stand there as I licked it down to the stick. Yeah! Fuck you, decency! I'm a mother fucking bad-ass!

Candy-stealing is really where evil begins. They always say that nothing is easy as stealing candy from a baby (or in this case, a little girl.) But nobody can start at the top. You got to get your evil in wherever you can. The rape and murder comes later once you move up in rank. That is, unless you get killed on your way to the top. That happens sometimes to henchmen like me, but I do have an advantage!

For one thing, I can't die. I'm entirely immortal because of my healing ability. So where most henchmen would usually perish before they can rise to the rank of supreme leader, I am probably going to make it. And as I am balls deep in some woman that probably doesn't want me there, I'll think back to the good days... just licking those suckers while little girls cry. Yep, I am up for greater things in life.

Anyways, I have to go fill that glass tube up with unknown chemical compounds to see what effect it has on the previous owner of this laptop. If my calculations are correct, he should end up with giant tanuki balls. Either that or he'll just explode. Gawd! I hate it when they explode! I mean... It fun to watch initially, but then there's all that clean up. Ugh. Anyways, hurrah for my new evil ferret blog! Woo!

~Love, Ferros xoxo

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Also, here I found a trailer for it also. Looks spooky! I could totally fap to it!

An Unfortunate Run-In with Silky

Let's see. Who is Silky? I'm not really thinking clear enough to write this blog. Maybe stop here and do this next week instead. No, wait! Okay, so... Silky is this cat. Purple cat and very tall. He's male but you almost couldn't tell by how girly she... or he tends to be. Um... I think he/she drugged me. Where am I again?

"What a fucking awful voice you have," says Silky to me.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Fucking shut your fucking mouth and continue to describe me on that stupid computer of yours."

I think I am drugged. It must have been something I drank at that party. Everything in my head is messed up. I was on the 66th floor of Railroad Towers. I think I ran into her. Is it a her?

"I'm whatever the fuck I need to be," she growls. "You fucking piece of trash, just write your fucking blog."

She's really mean to me. I'm really upset but... I just can't bring myself to defy her. Or him. I'm pretty sure I saw a penis at some point. I think I've been hit a few times. I have a little blood on me, but I am not sure where it came from. Is it even mine? Silky did it. From the way he looks at me, I know he did it. Or she did it.

She has me by the scruff of my neck as I try to write this. I keep worrying that she's gonna bash my head into the keyboard andMDASL;lsamfcm csklcmcsklkmlaskd jcslajco dsovvp. Ok, Ow. That really hurt. And one of the keys popped out.

I don't understand why she's doing this to me. What did I do? Why is she targeting me?

"Because you are today's garbage," she tells me. "You were a fucking asshole to me at the party. So now I own you and I'm gonna make your life a living hell."

I don't even know what I did. I was just at a party. I barely even remember anything that happened. Seriously, I'm really scared here. I don't know what he's gonna do to me. Or she. What the fuck is happening?

She speaks to me in my ear, "I'm your fucking boss now, you piece of trash. When I am through with you, you're gonna be licking my asshole every time I take a shit."

Something tells me that isn't going to be a very pleasant thing. If anyone is reading this, I'm in Railroad Towers and I really need helpdma;dlkl; afmlldfjfloeafp kadsd[pkKAkksa

Correction. I'm doing fine. My face is leeding ut I am fine. And one of my keys isn't working anymore. My poor laptop is roken now.

"Say goodye to your fans, trash fucker," she says.

What did I do? Just tell me what I did! I'll elieve anything she says! Just tell me what I did wrong!

Silky gets very close to me and whispers, "I asked for a dance, and you said I was creepy. And for that, I will make the rest of your fucking life hell. Do your understand me, itch?"

ut I don't rememer. I don't rememer! Help! I don't want this! I don't wanna e her personal toilet paper! Help!

"Wrap up your fucking log!" she yells at me. "I gotta take a shit!"

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❤ Garry's ❤ School of Fascinating Lessons

My stay in Railroad Towers can sometimes be a little bit confusing the more I look back at it. Sometimes I feel like I've lived several lives there all happening simultaneously. I can't really prove this, but I suppose life will continue one way or another.

One incident that rather grabs my memory was a visit to the Le Whiff Boutique which was a store for ladies attire. Now as you all know, I am a pervert. I confess it. I was not going there to wear the clothing but rather pick a few pairs of panties, enter into a dressing room, masturbate with them a bit, and then return them to the hanger like a decent person. It's the little things in life. You know what I mean.

After having a jolly bout of silky faps, I happened upon the store's owner and manager. He was a skunk named ❤ Garry ❤.

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A skunk named ❤ Garry ❤.

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Where the fuck are these hearts coming from? ❤ Garry ❤. Um... Okay, so whenever I type out his name little hearts pop up on either side of it. I swear I'm not doing it on purpose.

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❤ Garry ❤

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Okay, lemme just continue. So the owner of the Le Whiff Boutique was one ❤ Garry ❤ who was one of the most amorous displays of faggotry that I have ever beheld. He wore these tiny shorts and a pink tank-top that was about five sizes too short for him. Pretty much it covered his nips and left the majority of his belly completely in the open. When first I saw it, I mistook it for a bra.

❤ Garry ❤ must have known what I had been doing in the dressing room. At first, I thought I was in trouble, but I soon realized that he was rather impressed at my bravado. "Oh, yer such a bad boy," he told me.

"Yeah, I know," was my reply. "I've got to go now though."

"So soon?" the skunk said with a wink.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm worried I'm gonna end up catching all that gay that's practically emanating from you."

❤ Garry ❤ giggled and I tried to walk past him. But in the process of trying to do so, I happened to bump into his tail which he most certainly intended to happen. There was a smell. It was not a bad smell, but it was certainly there. I was instantly horny and frozen in spot. I don't know how to explain it, but ❤ Garry ❤ suddenly looked a lot more interesting to me.

"Oh, I guess you wanna stay after all," said ❤ Garry ❤.

"Why are you so sexy all of the sudden?" I asked in a horny-driven stupor.

"There's probably a lot of things you like but don't understand it now. I'm willing to teach you, if you like." ❤ Garry ❤ handed me a card that said:

❤ Garry's ❤ School of Faggotry

Railroad Towers

Room 99

I looked back at him. He waved his tail about and I smiled. "When can I start?"

It's been a few weeks now. I'm pretty much a faggot. I wear panties and go around asking handsome men to fuck me. Anal sex is the best. Wow. I'm such a loser. What the fuck happened to me? Fuck me hard, daddy!

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A Strange Appointment with Doctor Brady

Railroad Towers is an interesting place. During my time there, I met a lot of interesting people. I have to say that one person in particular that I feel I got very close to was one Doctor Brady. He ran a medical station on floor 81. I did get a bit hurt during my stay. Don't really wanna go into the details as of why. Just note that I was bleeding a bit from the head and needed immediate treatment.

The medical station was much like your standard doctor's office. There was a waiting room and a reception area. The nurse who checked me in was a giraffe. She was nice and everything but ultimately she seemed a bit bored. Anyways this story isn't about her.

After about five minutes, a very handsome bat walked out wearing a white coat. "Mister Tippet? My name is Doctor Brady. You can come back with me if you're ready."

He was a flat-out gorgeous male. And his voice... I can't even begin to relay how... manly it sounded. The bat had a smile on him as well that never seemed to go away. I don't think I followed him as much as I sort of floated behind him as he led me to an examination room.

"Have a seat right there," he told me. I don't actually remember sitting. I'm pretty sure my ass hit the table simply from being ordered to by this handsome bat doctor. And keep in mind, I'm really not one to swoon like this for men. I'm a pretty straight forward kind of person. But he was just so charming.

He took me by my bleeding head and gave it a careful examination. "You've really been banged up, I see. And these here look like... claw marks?"

"Yeah," I said being a bit short for words.

He released me and made a few notes onto a clipboard. "New to RailRoad Towers? These things tend to happen more often then not around here."

"I tried to be careful," said I.

"Don't we all. I can mix something up that can take care of your wounds. May I ask you a personal question?"

"Yeah, Doc?"

"What exactly are you? You seem to be shifting in and out of time and space."

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The bat nodded, "Well, it's no more stranger than everything else these days. Look, I'll be right back. Nice tail by the way."

He walked out and left me squirming on that table. I looked around the room. His doctorate was posted on the wall. I squinted a little trying to read the tiny words from where I was sitting. Alchemy? He had a doctorate in alchemy? I was a little confused because I had never heard of such a thing. At the time, my knowledge of alchemy was not really all that big. Nor did I really have any idea it had anything to do with the profession of healing.

Brady returned in about ten minutes with a case. I watched him place the case onto a table and take out a syringe. "Afraid of needles, Mister Tippet?"

"Not really afraid. What's that stuff gonna do to me?" I asked.

"It's going to solve your problems. Just lend me your arm."

So the next part of my story is a bit confusing. Honestly, I think I was a little high. I do know, however, that my wounds totally disappeared. But that was the least of the experience. I'm pretty sure I saw the handsome bat on top of me, thrusting and moaning. I'm also pretty sure I had a vagina. And he was fucking my vagina. At first I thought it was a dream or a result of some sort of anesthetic, but that isn't where the story ends.

Before I knew it, he was patting me on the back as I was walking to the exit. "Enjoy your stay in Railroad Towers. Come back and see me if you have any other concerns."

"Um, sure thing, Doctor Brady."

By the way, I'm pregnant now. I may need to see him again because I have no idea where it's going to come out of.

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The Mysterious Vore Cult

I was on vacation last weekend at a place called Railroad Towers. Fascinating place with lots of different animal people. We all talked and had various forms of sexual recreation. Hedonism at its finest, I must say. This building sported over 100 floors and had every type of indoor sports and recreation I could imagine. However, something very odd happened to me after a mishap with the elevator.

By the way, these elevators were very nice. They had these moving windows that would sneak up on you. A bit hard to explain, but that is not the point I am getting at. Just wanted to slip that in there.

I was with my friend, a tiger by the way. We had just stepped out to get pizza. I was carrying it all and had to hit the elevator button with my elbow. I must have hit the wrong button because the bloody thing started to descend underground. Not that we were really worried. All we had to do was make the correction and we'd be heading right back up to continue with our debauchery--but now with pizza.

However, we both rather had to change our minds when those doors opened up somewhere in the basement area. The first thing we noticed was candlelight. Lots of candlelight. There were strange paints all over the walls and floor. At first me and my tiger friend were a bit too dumbstruck to move and speak. Although, I admit to making a little cry of pain as the pizza boxes became a little too hot to hold onto. But when the doors began to close, Tiger Boy shot out his arm to keep it open.

"Is this really our business?" I asked Tiger Boy.

"Why not?" he asks rhetorically. "We're here, so its our business."

I'll be honest. I make it a point not to argue with tigers. In truth, what he said did not make a bit of sense, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He might rape me in the ass just to drive the point home. So we were soon walking out into the mysterious place in search of whatever we would find. And find something we did.

The strange candles and paints ultimately led to a large room filled to the brim with very small mice all wearing oddly fashioned cherries on their heads. Yes, you read that correctly. Cherries. Stems and all. They were gathered in a circle and knelt down as if praying. The paints seemed to form pictures across the floors and walls depicting open maws and teeth. Some of them showed mice being torn in two. All very grizzly, but Tiger Boy appeared much pleased by this.

I remember he asked me, "Do you know what this is?"

"As far as I know," said I, "It is something that doesn't involve us."

"Not quite," said Tiger Boy. "This is the fabled vore cult of Railroad Towers. These mice come here and fantasize about being devoured."

"Devoured by whom?" asked I.

"By us... apparently," said Tiger Boy licking his lips.

Still a bit dumbfounded, the only thing I could think to say was, "But we bought all this pizza."

Tiger Boy apparently did not care. Predators... Always thinking about their next meal. Anyways, he was the first to make our presence known. He walked out in their midst and... I couldn't really tell, but I think he slobbered a bit. I was at a bad angle.

When the cherry-headed mice all stood up, they looked up to my friend like he was some sort of god. And believe me, he isn't. He only looks like ones when he's naked. I'm not even joking. But these mice didn't need to see his thick, bulging cock to feel this way about him. No, they all looked onto him as a means to an end. I mean... I know I can be naive at the best of times, but even I knew what was going to happen next.

These crazy mice were practically giving themselves to Tiger Boy. He was snapping them up by their tails and getting dropped right into his maw. They screamed and cried as they were masticated into mousy bits. It really started to become a little messy. Tiger Boy offered me one, but I declined and went over to a corner where I began to devour some of the pizza we had gone through the trouble of buying.

I mean it's not that what was happening wasn't interesting. It was even kinky in a sort of grim way. But I have to say that I always get a little annoyed hanging around predators when they are... predatoring. Is that even a word? Anyways, he didn't eat all of the mice. The remaining 13 (I think) stood in the blood of their devoured comrades and made a promise to him that they would make more of themselves for him to gobble up later.

So we were back on the elevator. I was still chowing down on pizza while my tiger friend stood next to me with blood dripping down to his feet. I was quite clearly just trying to ignore him. We were half way up to the 80th floor when I happen to look up at him. My god. That look in his eyes. He wanted to eat me too! And I think he was going to! Tiger Boy was going to tear me to bits right there in the elevator!

I didn't have anywhere to go. There were still 20 floors left. I did the only thing I could think of to get out of that horrible situation. "Want a slice?" I asked holding up the pizza boxes.

Tiger Boy licked his lips and took a slice from the box. As awkward as the rest of the ride up was, I made it to the 80th floor alive. The rest of the day was filled with fun and frolic. And yes, he did end up fucking me in the ass. Scared the living piss out of me. In fact, he uh... He sort of ended up taking me back home with him.

I'm currently writing this from Tiger Boy's basement. I've been here for the last week. Plz send help.

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Sadism vs Sadomasochism

[Disclaimer: This blog is here to only to entertain you. I request that you only take it seriously if you really are a scumbag or some sort of demon who likes this sort of thing.]

Pain and pleasure! You've heard of sadomasochism, right? A good hard whipping while your partner screams and begs for more. Really, you should know all about that by now if you are coming to read this terrible blogs of mine. But you really should be concerned about other things right now.

See the title up there? Yes, the one that says "Sadism vs Sadomasochism." It must be a typo. Shouldn't it read "Sadism vs Masochism"? Yes. I am worried about it too. I am always worried, you see, that something in this dark world will go wrong, and there will be no escape. Things like this title severely upsets me because at the end of the day, you might just end up of no importance whatsoever. Who was the asshole who wrote it anyways? Oh... right.

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When we talk about sadomasochism, we are talking about two sides. This can either be on behalf of a single person or a balanced perspective of two different partners. The former suggests that the person enjoys causing and taking pain. The latter includes one person doing the hurting and the partner receiving. Entirely consensual, I wager.

Really, I don't know who these people are screaming out their window at all hours of the night. "HURT ME MORE! YES! YES! AAAHHH!" I've yet to get a good night's sleep all month. Oh, sorry. Getting off topic.

The basic idea of sadomasochism is agreeability. You hurt me because I want to be hurt. I beg for it and you give it to me. Safe words! Don't forget the safe words! Those fucking asinine things that keep everything... safe! It's all fake! It's all fucking fake! Enough. I wanna talk about something else.

Did you ever think about what would happened if the second part of sadomasochism was removed? There would only be sadism. This is a legitimate fetish where one hurts and the other is... simply hurt. Indeed without them asking or begging for it. You see, with sadomasochism nobody is really being hurt. They are begging for it after all. If you really want to hurt someone, you have to strike them when they don't want it.

Now, this has nothing to do with hate. I never said anything about hate, did I? Oh, dear no. We're in a dark place right now. If you want to get out, then do so. Believe me when I say that it is entirely possible to love someone when they are crying for you to stop. You can even say so. "I love you." SMACK! "I love to see you cry." SMACK! "I love to hear you beg for mercy." SMACK! "I just simply love you." SMACK!

They don't want it. They want you to stop. But that is why you do it. That is why you keep doing it. It feels good. And the tears only drive you onward... SMACK! and onward... SMACK! and onward... SMACK! and onward!

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Disposal

Everything always ends. Sort of. Well, its complicated. An ending generally suggests that something is over. We all had our fun and then... click... we move on. But the suffering is just beginning with a fetish called "disposal."

This fetish is not very popular with submissives. It has a higher following for those who identify as dominant. The idea of it is that once the submissive is used in whatever way they would be used... they are tossed away never to have a purpose again. This ultimately leads to an eternity of suffering. Not painful suffering, but undergoing the mental trauma of never being able to be useful again.

I'm into this fetish, by the by--from the submissive side! Although I am entirely willing to take the other side if I have to. Disposal, to me, is most fun when transformations are utilized. Turning a victim into a condom, using him, and then tossing his bloated form away once his purpose is complete. It is delightful.

Consider the trauma, however, of the one who has been disposed of. You may find it interesting that they do actually feel useful at the moment of their final victimization. If you were turned into a sex toy and fucked, that would be your purpose. You may not like it, but it sure beats being tossed into the trash to never see the light of day again--as well as living through that fate for eternity.

You have to take into account what madness truly is. Madness is the state of not having either a purpose or the ability to find one. When you leave someone with no option at all through disposal, that person will go mad. Not that you'll actually care. I mean... out of sight, out of mind, right?

There is a short lived thrill about being tossed aside. It is uniquely submissive and wonderful. But the thrill is gone within a couple of minutes. And then you realize that you have become garbage. You were a tool and now you are nothing. It's all over... but it really isn't. You'll live out your endless existence in darkness... and nobody will ever care about you again.

Face it...

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Self-Cest

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Cock Transformation (CTF)

Indeed, the title of this fetish can be misunderstood. It could easily mean that your penis could change shape. Naturally there is a fetish for that too, but in this case, that is not anywhere near what this blog is about. Not even close. Not even a little close. In fact, this particular fetish is so bad, I do not recommend you you read it at all. Too late!

Cock Transformation, commonly abbreviated to CTF, has to do with your entire body morphing into someone else's penis. This generally occurs when someone else begins fucking you. After a bit of thrusting, your body will stick to the dick that is currently inside of you. You will slowly begin to change from there.

Often it's the arms that go first. They tend to shrink down until entirely collapsed into your torso. The same will happen to your legs right about the time your head and face begin to take a very familiar shape. Your own genitalia may exist for a while but even those will soon go away.

Hilariously, the culprit who is doing this to you will momentarily look like he has a giant deformed willy coming out of him. One with eyes and a gurgling mouth. Those eyes and mouth may actually stay. Then again they may not. The size may also shrink down to a normal cock size, but I have seen it happen to where the the imposing one enjoys having an over-sized dick. It really all comes down to preference.

Sentience in that state is quite horrible and is often times completely eradicated. But in the off-chance you are forced to live and think as someone's penis, you will have the privilege of living the rest of your life in musky underwear, occasionally throwing up sperm and piss from your lips, and quite often shoved into various types of orifices. But I wouldn't worry too much. I'm sure you'll get used to it.

The idea of this fetish is quite literally making another person an extension of yourself. In reverse, it is you becoming an extension of a predator. Fascinatingly, the fetish paints a picture of rape and sexual deviance in general. One owns the other and the other gives in. They become a part of the predator's plans and devices. They are his. They are him. They are not them anymore. They are simply his penis to be used as his leisure.

I am a bit disappointed that I could not show any artwork of this marvelous fetish. Mmm. Yes, indeed, it is one of my favorites. The best I can do is provide you with this Audio Clip created by an artist known as Makaio. It will give you an idea of what turning into someone's penis would sound like. Enjoy!

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