The Mystery Interview and a New Book!

I have to be careful about how I present this. The person I was to interview was adamant that I not say anything at all about his identity. He is apparently in a very high security risk situation at the moment. I did not even get to meet him. We were going to meet somewhere, but he canceled and said he would do the whole thing through text. The latter even fell through and he said he would reduce the whole thing to a statement.

Now the question of it all had to do with where we were in relevance to the now supposedly defunct Railroad Towers. He claimed to have been there and had an opinion on it. Time and time again throughout the week, we just could not seem to come to a firm agreement for a venue. I was really curious because I was not sure if what I had experienced in Railroad Towers had been real or even a dream. I have blogs written from that period, but... I'm just not sure of their validity. I wanted closure.

My contact finally sent me his statement. The following is the whole of its contents:

Look... at the very least... the whole thing in Railroad Towers is just a nightmare that needed to end. And when something is nothing but a memory, it's best for all involved to just pretend that it never happened at all. Personally, I'm get[ting] sick of hearing about it. We're never going back. Who is to say we were even there at all?

Just look at your earlier blogs. It's all a jumbled mess, and half of what you found there exists here anyways. Dr. Brady runs a clinic here. He may not transform people into other sexes, but he certainly fucks them all the same. I am pretty sure I've seen ❤ Garry ❤ walking around here too.

My point is that you need to just get over it. Don't overthink it. Move on. You'[re] in Scritch City now. We're all here and stuff is happening now. Deal with it. We'll all be better off that way.

PS: If you ever reveal who I am, I will rape and murder you.

PPS: I love your blog!

PPPS: Seriously, I'll rape and murder you.

And so there you have it, and maybe the advice isn't so bad! I need to live in the moment. Explore all there is to see! Let the past go! I like the advice! And really there are so many wondrous things to find in this city. I look forward to exposing them for you.

Lastly, I have recently published a new book. It is called Vox Deus and it is available on the marketplace now. I have here with me a description as seen on the back cover of the book. It will follow up with a pricing guide and a link to where you can find a copy. Enjoy!

*****

WELCOME TO CORIUM

Corium...

A land where you are either a master... or a slave. Enter a land where sex, pleasure, pain... and even madness rule the nights.

Marcus the raccoon knew what Corium was about. He lived it. He embraced it. He was... happy. That was until the Author of this very book decided to make him into something greater. He would become the voice of God... the Vox Deus.

But as God and His creations starts to intertwine, the book slowly begins to rip itself apart. Can you survive its reading? Will it draw you into its pages where you may never escape?

Surely, you'd be better off reading something else. Something more family friendly perhaps?

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The Naughty Officer

Upon finding my way through the void that inevitably led to Scritch City, I may have neglected mentioning that I was promptly arrested by two police officers. One was a male German Shepard by the name of Officer Benson, and the other was a lovely female fox named Officer Dakota. Benson was a sort of by-the-book policeman. He kept citing regulations and such to me. Dakota, on the other hand, was pretty much flirting with me from the beginning.

Even though I was clearly allowed into this place by Miss Silky herself, I was still expected to be taken to the Scritch City Police HQ by these two. I was even placed into a cell. (This was actually the place I noticed the green fox, by the way. I was coming in as he was going out. I think I might have gotten his cell.)

I got to talking with a few of the other inmates. There was a rat, whose name I forget. A kangaroo named Adrian who seemed to be a bit... violently drunk. There was a small fox in there as well, but I have forgotten her name also.

I never felt too bad about my situation. I had obviously been given permission to be there, so I supposed that this whole thing was just a temporary measure until Miss Silky could make sure of my safety. I was right about that, by the by. But the reason I am bringing up this little adventure at all is because of a sweet little encounter with that Dakota.

I had a feeling that it was going to happen. The cell I was in had a certain smell to it already. Officer Dakota swaggered in with that grin she always seemed to have when she looked at me. I asked her how long I was going to be in there. I believe she replied, "As long as I want you here, honey."

"A threat?" I said with a grin.

"Never been with someone like you before," she told me as she began disrobing.

I'll just come out to say it. Within the next minute, me and this lovely fox were fucking right there on the cell bed. Everyone in the other cells could see it, but I wasn't too worried about it. That fox had a way with me. She probably had a way with everyone. Who knows? Maybe this was a welcome message from Miss Silky herself.

"Bad boy," she whispered into my ear as I was rammed deep inside.

This was beginning to seem a bit more like an exotic vacation rather than an unwilling internment. Officer Dakota took my load without a single complaint. Not sure if I had the ability to make her pregnant, us being two different species and all, but she did not seem to care either way. After it was all over, she nuzzled with me a little while and then left me alone.

I heard officer Benson yelling at her a little while later. He called her unprofessional and other such names. I chuckled knowing that nothing like that would ever stop her from screwing with the men she was attracted to. I was released soon after and given instructions to meet with Miss Silky at the Railroad Club. Everything about my current situation was arranged after that.

Before I close up my blog, I have an upcoming interview with our mystery person. (Not the green fox, but the one behind the strange text I got the other day. It was mentioned in the previous blog.) Seems he knows something concerning the whole Railroad Towers transition incident. Not sure exactly when this interview will take place, but I'll be posting the results as soon as I can.

Also, my new book b.t. is selling better than I expected lately. Thank's to all of you who made a purchase. I have many new books being worked on. Some of them are just lacking a cover. I'll get them out as quickly as I can. For now, check out some information on b.t.

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Scritch City at a Glance

Just as an update to the green fox situation, I did learn his name. I spoke with him again; however, he still wishes me to keep quiet about him and his business. The good news is that he has opened up the future for a possible interview. I really do want to respect his privacy. I'll provide more information when I have it, but, for now, I am very optimistic.

Miss Silky has apparently been promoting my blog around Scritch City. Right under my nose too. I had no idea she was doing that until a few animals at the Railroad Club informed me of it. This may provide me with more of a stable position within the city than I had previously expected.

Scritch City is primarily a hedonistic society. It's ruled by an upper class of which I have somehow been integrated into. The city is split into two halves: east and west. To the east, all authority comes down from Miss Silky herself from her base of power, the Railroad Club. This is not even a secret. Everyone knows it and it is accepted.

The Scritch City police is under the authority of Miss Silky. Although it is still privately managed by Commissioner Spencer, a bulldog. There job is to keep the peace in particular areas of the city and make sure Miss Silky's wishes are managed correctly. I know this sounds a tad corrupt, but I've not really seen a real problem with this. It seems to work quite well so as long as you remain in good standing.

The west side of Scritch City is mostly out of the hands of Miss Silky. It is under the control of a goat man known as Baphomet. He operates his own club known as the Tailhole Club. I have never been there personally, but I hear that the place is a glorified den of hedonism. Miss Silky tells me that she has a working relationship with Baphomet. She leaves him alone, and he does likewise to her. I do intend to visit the Tailhole Club later just as soon as I can do so with personal safety in mind.

So the original idea for this blog was to tell of a personal experience I had with a police officer by the name of Dakota, but I got a bit lost in my description of the city. And I suppose it was something I needed to do anyways. I'll get to Officer Dakota in the next blog.

Also, while I was writing this, I got a very interesting text message from someone who may wish to speak with me. He wants to keep his identity secret for now. I already spent a little time speaking with him and intend to pursue the lead very soon.

Before I go, I want to keep plugging my new book which has much to do with this fine city. It's called b.t. and it is available in multiple formats currently. Here is some information:

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Sadly Denied

As the title suggests, I was unable to acquire an interview with the green fox. I really tried. I even communicated with him over text. After a little bit of haggling, he finally gave me his official statement:

Looking at your blog, you have an odd fascination with green foxes. While I can't blame you for that, I have to decline the interview for security reasons.

I can't say that I have entirely given up. Where it is true that his green color is very peculiar, there seems to be something special about him. Security reasons? Interesting. But I have no proof one way or another. I can't seem to get any farther with him at the moment. Don't even know his name. Regardless, I have to move on.

One interesting bit of news comes from the famous Railroad Club owned by Miss Silky. Apparently there has been some confusion concerning me on that front. I got some odd replies in my message box which suggested that I was someone who I wasn't.

I popped over to the Railroad Club to figure out what this was all about. Miss Silky introduced me to someone with a very familiar name. There was a human there who played the trumpet during their evening shows. His name is Buddy. Some people have been confusing this man with me. But it makes some sense, I suppose. I author my books under the name Buddy Tippet.

Seemed like a pleasant fellow. We talked for a bit and traded cards. We had a good chuckle over the similarities in our names. Actually, our personalities are quite similar. Maybe we are bred from the same sort of stock. Who knows?

When I asked about his past, however, he was less than forthcoming. I believe his exact words were, "There are some things best left in the past. And even if I were to tell you, I'm not sure either one of us would understand."

Confusing words, to be sure. But I could hear the conviction in his voice. He knew what he was talking about, so I left it at that. At the very least, I was able to write a blog about the differences between him and I. I look forward to more conversations with Buddy.

Once again, I want to point out that I have a new book out for sale. It is called b.t. See how the title is lower case? That's me being avant garde. Hehe. Here is some information as well as the cover... which never seems to display correctly:

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