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!

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

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:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

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

Oh right. Almost forgot. While digging through his wallet, I found the laptop owner's business card which had some information about a book he wrote. You might want to go ahead and buy a copy. He'll need the income for his medical bills. Which, of course, I'm just gonna steal and use to spruce up my lab. Here is some information:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

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!"

Sorry aout this. I need to end the log early. My laptop is arely working anymore anyways. And that one key still won't work. If I ever make it out of this, you may want to try checking out my ook, Pack Rats of the Inside." Here is some information:

$9.99 - Paperack Edition

$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

❤ 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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❤ Garry ❤ ❤ Garry ❤ ❤ 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!

❤ Garry ❤ really was a great teacher. But you can learn about a lot of other things in my book "Pack Rats of The Inside." Check out the information below:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.