The Mystery Journal of Aloe, Vol. 5

Hello, Aloe! Nice to hear from you again. Hope to talk to you soon.

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XX/XX/201X

Things are finally slowing down. 

Herbie and I got breakfast after I dodged his attempts at another session of mutual masturbation. I learned that he came to Scritch City on a bus with a bunch of other people seeking refuge in the church. His puns and general attitude have pushed everyone else away and he is aware of it... I like Herbie, I really do, and it's sad that the rest of his "friends" want nothing to do with him, but I can't be anyone's anchor right now. 

After, I tried to make amends with Patrick (the Pepe le Pew cosplayer). Well... After a brief meeting with Ms Perkins. She's a teacher! And she wants me to be her student... You know, after a bit of reflection I think she wants me as more than just a student. Good God is everyone here horny twenty four seven? She's nice though. She's gentle... soft... and best of all, low energy. I could use some low energy people in my life again. I wish Enzo was here. He was always good at calming me down when things were getting overwhelming. 

Speaking of overwhemlimg... back to Patrick. I tried my best to explain to him that I wasn't a full member of the church and he heard me... but... as soon as I said I wanted to join the church he tried to fling himself on me again. I know he is just playing his role but I'm not ready for him. I did manage to slip away into the kitchen. I sorta... well I met another skunk named Syent eariler when Herbie and I got breakfist. He's super nice and relaxed.  I kinda led Patrick to him. I thought Syent could help but... Patrick just turned his attention to him. It let me get away, but I feel kinda bad for Syent. Unless he's ok with all of Patrick's... well everything. I think I'm going to avoid Patrick as much as possible. I gave him two chances...

Anyway, I took refuge in my room until Quentin came and got me. He asked again about me joining the church and honestly I don't have any other plans right now. I think my best bet would be to stay with the church. Quentin has offered me another chance at life. At making something of myself. I'd be an idiot not to accept such an offer. I know I can be useful to the church. Even if they don't take advantage of my thieving skills I used to have a secondary job in my ex-family as a chef! 

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Quentin is driving me somewhere to meet new people now. I think I'm going to go back to that blog and read a bit more about the city. 

Oh jeez... There it is. The very next blog Quentin revealed his name. There is this fascination with a “Baphomet” guy. I hope his name is just that... a name and not the actual Baphomet of folk lure. I mean... I'd never normally believe in mythical beigns but after my meeting with the Fairy Ermine I'm more inclined to believe. Is Quentin trying to overcome a literal deity?

Ok Aloe... Next blog. The next blog is the actual interview with the same Quentin that's driving me in his car right now. Good thing he's focused on the road right now. 

Oh for... Now Quentin is talking about coming from an alternate reality. And... this Baphomet is responsible for destroying Quentin's original reality? I'm about to throw myself from this moving vehicle. Is everyone here crazy!? Am I crazy? 

Crux... yeah let's not even go there. This Baphomet sure speaks like he's some kind of mystery entity. Like one of those guys from high school who always wore a black trench coat and thought it was cool to be “random”. Yikes. 

And side note: Avoid Eddie at all costs.

I guess I need to address this at some point, so I might as well do it now. Quentin... I don't know why I'm so weary of him upon reading up on this blog. So what if he's some criminal? News flash Aloe, so are you. You've robbed museums, planted false evidence in the homes of politicians, and so much more. No more doubting. No more internal struggles. You are strong! You are sneaky! You are safe with Quentin! You need to chill and show your worth to him. 

Oh! We're here. I'm not sure where, but Quen just parked.

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I'm really beginning to enjoy these. She's reading about me, and I'm reading about her. I wonder what she looks like. It's just killing me to not know.

Come on, girl. Send me an email! The world is ready for you... and so am I. ❤️

A Fond Welcome to the Dragon Clan!

It is my pleasure [if not a bit belated] to welcome the great Dragon Clan to Scritch City. We've all been looking forward to their arrival ever since Miss Silky of the Railroad Club announced it some time ago. I am particularly excited because I will be able to have a hopefully in depth interview with Prince Ara himself.

For those of you are not familiar with dragon lore, they come from an eastern country known only as the Predatory Union. Life is much different there, but not completely unfamiliar to the kinkier types of Scritch City. The dragons are slave takers and well known for it. This is going to be a major part of my line of questioning, no doubt.

For those of you who are worried that the dragons pose you any harm while here, Miss Silky assured me that they promise to respect the laws handed down by the elites of Scritch City. Non-citizens, however, may not be afforded the same protection. Just keep that in mind. There are going to be talks and arrangements held here. The dragons are looking for new beauties, both male and female, to take home with them.

As I understand it, Prince Ara, his beautiful wife Princess Fuscia, and his many attendants will be staying at the fabulous Salmon Bluff Resort in the northeast of SC, several miles down from Warp World. The resort shall be closed down to anyone but the clan. However some may be allowed in by way of invitation of Prince Ara himself.

I am hoping to get an interview in mid-week [although I am unsure if I will be available to post it until later.] I fear that the trouble I am having with the appearing journal pages might get in the way of that. They cause more trouble that I'd like to admit. But this dragon business needs my attention before it passes me by. I'll try and do both.

I think the biggest problem with the whole Aloe thing is that it feels like I am sitting on a powder keg that could explode at any moment. I am oddly getting more comfortable with it though. Miss Silky talked to me about it for about five minutes recently. She explained that, whatever happens, I'll be able to handle the outcome. If Silky says so, then I believe it. I have to admit that every time I talk to Miss Silky, I always feel better.

So I ask you all to keep in touch and look for the upcoming interview with Prince Ara... and perhaps the princess as well. If anyone has any specific questions you think I should consider asking him, get them to me quickly, else it will be too late. The time draws near!!!!!

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The mystery Journal of Aloe, Vol. 4

I haven't seen a new document on my desk for a few days. (I mean... I think it's been a few days. I'm still having trouble with my perception of time disorder.) Anyways, I did eventually get a new page from Aloe. I'll make some comments afterwards. Once again: Typo warning.

XX/XX/201X

Oh my gosh... where do I start... at the beginning? Oh geez...

I've only been up for an hour and already so much has happened. First things first, Calix vanished. I was sleeping on top of him and I woke up with him... well... simply gone. Before I could even look for him I found myself face to face with a very curious bunny. He umm... well he told puns. He was adorable, but I turned him away in the end since the puns... I just can't do that, no offence to him.

Oh and as soon as one deviant went away another of course had to take his place. My encounter with Pepe le Pew (I'm going to call him this because I can't remember his actual name. He's a Pepe cosplayer) went less than great. In hindsight I feel horrible writing down this story, but he tried to rape me. He almost succeded too. I was able to get away just long enough to dial Quentin's number and cry out for help, but I think I was too convincing. I've never heard anyone or anything so... primal. The skunk and I acutally ended up holding eachother in fright! Long story short Pepe is just as new as I am and he assumed that I was a full member of the church. I guess rape play is thing that's accepted here and you don't have to ask about it before pinning someone down? Something to keep in mind... I still need to apologize to him at some point.

Anyway, after that fiasco Quentin and I went to the bathroom and I finally got to take a shower. A messy shower. A hot, steamy... and... Yeah... more sex. It was awesome. I found out more intimate things about the big green guy and I have a very strong feeling that he's more than just a priest in training. There are some big things that don't know about this town. Back to Buddy Tippit's blog I suppose.

Oh yeah, Herbie... he's the bunny. He's adorable. I let myself get more relaxed around him this time, especially since he wasn't trying to force himself on me or do something to my head. It was nothing big... just some simple mutural masturbation... It was fun... I'm still laying with him now. I could use a little nap actually. Just one hour awake and I feel exhausted after all that's happened already. I'm going to read more of this blog now.

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Oh wow. It looks like Quentin was mentioned on here. I mean... I don't usually see any green foxes about. That's a pretty telling sign. I wish this blog had more about him, but it's just a declined interview.

The next blog had another mention of a "green fox" but it was just that. Buddy said he got a name but didn't share it. Note to Aloe, reading from your phone and writing at the same time is tough.

A cell!? Quentin was in prison? I hate it when my instincts are right... No... no, no, no. Now I'm just making assumptions. I'm the thief here, I know I'm in no position to judge. And prison sex with the fox officer and Buddy. Why did I expect anything of substance? New note, save the piano wire for this guy.

This next one... Is that Quentin? I don't think so... that's way to out of character... Says someone who's just known him a single night.

I can't stay up a single second more. I hope I can get a quick nap or something. I feel like I ran a marathon already today...

[The following is a note I found on the back of the second page.]

Don't you love getting interrupted just when you're about to go to sleep? I shouldn't call a text from Enzo an interruption, but now I'm feeling crummy again.

I know I need to get this on paper. If I write it down it'll be on paper instead of inside my head.

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Enzo visited Red's grave. He even brought flowers from the two of us. I know it's only been a month... but I miss you so much Red. I'm so sorry...

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So here is my concern. I do feel wrong posting these. I have a feeling that it is going to lead to a bad problem soon. Either Quentin, Aloe, or both are going to discover that I have been posting them. But let me explain my reasoning on this. These pages are appearing to me for a reason. I post news happening throughout Scritch City.

I have to post these, for better or worse. I have to get these stories out. And when they are finally discovered, I will be ready to deal with the consequences. Come find me, Aloe. We are connected somehow.

Baphomet's Monologue

Buddy Tippet: You had a change of heart [on the interview format] while I was on my way over here.

Baphomet: Yes, I guess you could say that. Your blogs lately have been interesting. Is it true that those journal pages simply appeared on your desk?

BT: Yes. I'm pretty sure it's really happening.

Baph: You look tired.

BT: I am. Nothing has been resolved about that yet. I barely remembered that I had set this interview up. I just manged to throw on a pair of pants and a shirt and drive over here. It's an interesting place. Doesn't smell very good though.

Baph: It's the orgies. Orgies are rife with BO. You can get used to it though. I rather enjoy it myself.

BT: I believe you. Anyways... you told me that you wanted the format changed into more of a monologue.

Baph: Yes.

BT: I will agree to this as long as you give me a proper interview at a later date.

Baph: I agree to it. I want to talk to Quentin before we do that... or at the very least allow him to decline.

BT: Alright. The floor is yours.

Baph: Quentin, are you reading this? I know you are curious about me. I know you are paranoid and worried that I am coming to get you. You wonder if I am the same Baphomet from Railroad Towers. That is a fair worry for you to have. I have been considering it carefully and am much intrigued.

Although I am not completely aware of the truth, I am capable of making an educated guess. And that guess is that I am, indeed, the same Baphomet you knew. I simply don't have his exact memories. If this makes you worry about me, that is very understandable.

Some of us living in Scritch City are lightly aware of a multiverse. There are other realities based on the same Creator. He manipulates each dimension based on a whim that really none of us will ever understand. But though each world is different, they are really the same. And I am ultimately the same Baphomet that you knew. And you know what that means: I'm dangerous.

I find the fact that I am dangerous to be particularly droll. All I've ever done is assist others to bring about their inner lusts and emotions to the surface. I enjoy my time in the Tailhole Club. I yearn to have you join this very club and become one of the dominant forces within it. I want you to be who and what you are... for me.

As I said, I don't really have the memories of the one molesting you within Railroad Towers, but I do understand him on a very personal level. And I think I understand you. I like you. I like you a lot. I still want you to come to my club and sit with me. Talk with me. We don't even have to touch one another. We can just cross our legs and be all fancy about it. But at the end of the day, that choice will be yours. And if you choose not to come, I will know what it means. And so will you.

Lastly, this ghastly thing happening to Buddy: It is important. Remember that. That's all I have to say.

BT: I didn't know the whole thing would have to do with Quentin.

Baph: Quentin is in the spotlight right now. He's being exposed. All the truth is coming out. He's being called to be who he truly is. It may take more time, but it is going to happen. Every action he takes from this moment on is of vast importance.

BT: Sounds like a lot of pressure. He seemed more of the cautious type to me. Are you sure he has the willpower to make those sorts of decisions?

Baph: Sure, he does. That's all for now, Buddy.

BT: That's fine. I'll be back later. Gotta go home to see if more pages showed up anyways.

Baph: Good idea.

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The Mystery Journal of Aloe, Vol. 3

I am so sorry about all these extra posts. I'm going a bit crazy myself as they keep appearing on my desk. I could have sworn I saw it actually happen this time. They always appear in the exact same spot. Are these things real? Is there really a person named Aloe? Am I just losing my mind? If I am losing my mind, that means I am writing these myself without knowing it. And if that's true... dear god... all the typos.

Here is the next entry to appear on my desk:

XX/XX/201X

Ok! Big news! I got a hold of Enzo and I want to believe I can trust him. It sounded like him on the other end of the phone. Thank goodness he's safe. He said there was a mixup about Calix being an object and not a being... I believe him. Also, he gave me a name. Elliot. Quentin says he knows this individual. Quentin didn't seem too worried about him at any rate. He sounds more like a red herring than the actual mastermind by the way Quentin was describing him. I guess we'll deal with that in due time. Which is good because I'm not too happy with this guy either. 

I ended up telling Quentin more about my past. I mean... He's promised me so much I guess it's a fair trade. I told him about Enzo and my former family. Well... not the full story about my family but... I told him enough. He seemed satisified. Before we got a name from Enzo he asked if someone from my former family could have been responsible for this wild goose chase(no offence to geese), but where I come from there is honor amongst thieves. They don't try to get their past members caught by law enforcement or killed. If they did I wouldn't be here... If they did it would be a mercy... 

[There are a number of dark splotches on the paper here. It's hard to tell what it is due to the paper being a black and white copy. Very sorry. Neither I nor my scanner can figure out what it says.]

Ok... focused again. I read more of this Buddy Tippet's blog. Imagine my surprise when the very post I stopped at was about The Fairy Ermine. This author purchased a picture of her for $400! That's crazy! I mean... maybe not too crazy... I would do almost anything to get another experience with her myself... 

Good god Aloe let's actually get focused this time... He talked about a ferret named Ferros next. A mad scientist. He said he was able to split himself in two and... You know what? I'm not even going there. I hope I never run into this guy.

The next blog of substance containing info about this city described another encounter with this “Miss Silky”. I vaguley remember a past post about her abusing the author and now Buddy is talking about voids and doors and... can I really take anything in this blog seriously? I'm about to find a different source. 

There it is. The very next post dropped the name Scritch City. I need to read... oh damn. He's waking up. 

So, real quick. I met the members of the church. There were too many to remember and after my encounter with Calix... my head just gets fuzzy conserning anyone other than him. I... Ok we had sex... but I can't shake the feeling that he did something unnatural to me. Is this just a god and goddess thing? I felt strange after meeting The Fairy Ermine, but this is different. I didn't feel... used after meeting The Fairy Ermine. And I enjoyed it. I remember being so willing. I begged him to claim me and he wasted no time in flooding me with his seed. It's kinda scary but... I want it to happen again...

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That's all. So I feel the need to add some commentary to this one. Whoever this Aloe is, she is reading my blog. But she is reading them in order and hasn't gotten to these posts yet. But she probably will soon! Aloe?! Can you hear me?! If you are aware of these blogs, I can be contacted at BuddyTippet@gmail.com. Please contact me! I'm getting your journal entries!

Or maybe she can talk to me over the journal. No, that would be strange. I'm not gonna think of that anymore. My head already hurts too much.

She also mentions Elliot. I don't think she's aware of the interview I had with him. That is interesting though. Why would he do that? I'm so confused. Why am I even getting these pages? Should I be posting them? Who the fuck is sending them to me?! Seriously, Aloe, contact me! I'm losing my mind here! I can't eat! I can't sleep! I just need to figure out why this is happening!

The Mystery Journal of Aloe, Vol. 2

Shortly after posting the first page of Aloe's journal, a second page appeared. I quickly processed it and extracted the text (once again, with typos) for your viewing pleasure. I don't know exactly why this is happening, but if Dr. Brady is right about me being the city's journalist, then I need to post these as I find them. If anyone knows anything about this Aloe person, please contact me.

Here is the second page:

XX/XX/201X

Good god... I have so much to write down. I just... wow. Let's start from the beginning of this roller coaster ride. 

Getting to Scritch City was simple, but once there I suddenly had a cop on my tail. How? Seriously how? I can't help but assume this is a set up now. I... I don't want to believe Enzo did this to me. He wouldn't... He... 

Ok, so. So... This cheetah cop scared me out of my skin. Surely the section of the town with a church doesn't need this intense of a cop. That blog told me I would be getting hit on by the local police force not a girl that took her job way too seriously! I'm having a hard time believing this is just a coincidence. 

Oh and I met the horny cop, a horny cop after giving the cheetah the slip. I had to hide in a trash can to avoid her. Not the first time and probably not the last. She didn't even attempt to find me, she just promised sweet nothings and pillow talk. It's good to know some of the cops are corrupt. 

After the second cop left I got to the church and entered through a second story window. I found a room full of junk and my memory gets hazy around the second room. All I remember is the most beautiful stoat I've ever seen in my life. No, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life! Just writing this down is making me... 

Focus Aloe... Anyway, after her I mistook a fox named Quentin for her. It turns out that the police tipped off the church that there may be a break in on the second floor. I forgot to close the window. How stupid!? It seems making rookie mistakes is in my blood, but hey this time I didn't get anyone ki...

Great. Stop it Aloe. 

Anyway, Quentin. He's a big handsome green fox that found me in the church. I was still kinda loopy when he found me, but he knew about my experience. He called the perfect stoat "The Fairy Ermine". He even corrected me... very swiftly when I just referred to her as Ermine without the full title. 

In my afterglow from meeting The Fairy Ermine I kinda blabbed about my job, but he wasn't mad about it. I admitted to breaking in and told him my goal of stealing the Calix which oh by the way turns out is not a thing, but Quentin's son. I thanked who or whatever was looking over me when Quentin believed me when I said that I had no idea. Side note: Strangle Enzo with my little paws. I'll use a piano wire if I have to.

Also, not only was Quentin not angry with me breaking into the church with the intent to steal Calix, but he explained that he had met The Fairy Ermine twice! He also said that he had the essence of her in him, I guess that's why I mistook him for her when I first saw the fox. Oh yeah and Quentin was naked. Like completely naked. 

After our meeting he picked me up and took me downstairs after promising not to turn me into the police. I could only assume at this point that he was a member of the church, but I had the feeling there was another reason for not turning me in other than my adorable little face. There were three people downstairs waiting. A male bunny, a female wolf(I think she was a wolf?), and I can't remember the last, but she was umm... "packing". Quentin told them not to tell the police anything and I felt... safe. 

It's been... a few months since I felt safe. Like... actually safe. 

We got in the shower and had sex. I guess that since I had an experience with The Fairy Ermine I'm desirable now. That came off wrong. I don't think Quentin was just indulging me because I had met The Fairy Ermine. Maybe that's actually why I felt so inclined to give in to him... because he understood what I had gone through and he was promising me saftey. Maybe it's because he was naked already and his big sheath was so... inviting~

Good god Aloe get a hold of yourself...

That's it for now I think. I need to do more research on this city. 

The Mystery Journal of Aloe, Vol.1

I came home after my visit with Dr. Brady. Sat down at my desk and... pretty much felt depressed. I sometimes get like this. There are moments that I feel genuinely disconnected from the world I live in. I always get over these feelings, but they tend to be unbearable as they occur.

A funny thing happened this time around. I figured I'd do a bit of writing just to settle my nerves (it usually works for me.) I never did get around to it. Before I could get started, I noticed something on my desk that should not have been there. It was a page with writing on it. It wasn't mine. I had nothing to do with any of it.

The page seemed to be an entry from a journal belonging to someone named Aloe. I swear this thing just magically appeared on my desk. After reading it over and realizing the context of it, I quickly got out my scanner to make a quick image-to-text transference. The following is the unedited (typos included) text found in the entry:

XX/XX/201X

Ok, ok, ok. It's not as bad as it seems. It's not as bad as it seems. I just want to look forward now. It's going to be ok. As soon as this cut heals I'm not going to look back again. 

Alright, I got a job. Enzo, the ever dirty and big eared hyena got me a job. It's in Scritch City, the same place that I was going to find myself in anyway since that's the only place my family's reach doesn't extend to. It's almost as if Enzo knew just what I needed... Hell, that's less of a thought and more of a literal the more I think about it. I know how fast word travels in this city. He probably heard about my mistake sooner than my... ex-family did...

Anyway! I have a job in Scritch City. Details Aloe! The client is unknown which is... odd to say the least. Enzo doesn't mess around with people who are not willing to share their details. That's a huge disadvantage for us and even beginner informants know this. I didn't understand for the life of me why he agreed to accept this job, but the down payment and the fact that it was just a quarter of what was promised well... I can't say I blame Enzo anymore. I guess not many people are willing to go to Scritch City. 

I, of course did some research on the place. However... finding a credible was nearly impossible. The place either gets a five star rating by those singing the city's praises or pleas crying for help before their posts are deleted or replaced by a raving review. 

I did find something curious to me though, so not all was lost. There is a blog run by a "Buddy Tippet". The reading is... interesting and unadulterated to say the least. The stuff he describes is horrifying, but he seems genunine. I'm not far into the blog, no time since I have to prepare for the heist, but one of the first posts is him getting raped by a cop. If the worst that happens to me is rape by a vixen then hell, the down payment is worth more than that. 

Oh yeah, there's also talk of some other dimention. I started to think this guy was crazy or just some junkie when he began talking about coming from another dimention. Then again, this guy also writes novels centering about stuff like living latex, milk that hypnotizes, and people being made of made up of "Immortal Clay". I'm not even going to think about the ice cream transformation...

Regardless, he seems to be a credible source of information in the city who's blog is well respected by some very influencial higher ups in society. Even if this guy is crazy there has to be some truth in what he's writing. I had to stop before getting to the December 2018 blogs because the deadline for this job is coming fast. 

Oh yeah! The job! So it's from an anonymous client who's already given a stupid huge down payment. However, this is a huge red flag. Anon clients who give a big down payment are usually looking to set up some sort of trap to get that down payment back. My first thought was that this is a set up, but Enzo would never cross me. We've known each other too long and he was actually the first to confort me after my life changing screw up within my now ex-family...

The job... The job, focus Aloe. The only requirement is to steal something called the Calix. No details on what it is, I was just told I would know it when I see it. I'm starting to hate this job more and more, but the pay is enough to put this city behind me. I'm desperate at this point. Steal from a church. How hard could that be? 

~Aloe

My Interview with Dr. Brady

Buddy Tippet: I'm feeling a little bit ridiculous to be interviewing you like this, Doctor.

Dr. Brady: You'll get used to it. I've done nothing to you that you won't be able to recover from. Is the recorder working?

BT: Looks like it. Just so everyone understands, I was just brutally raped by the very bat that I'm interviewing. I'm actually fine, but the after effects are a bit distracting.

DB: That is the general idea, Buddy. You're going to be fine though. At the very least, I made no attempts to change your gender, as I remember you so falsely accused me of doing in your original blog of me.

BT: That was written before I actually knew much about you. I was also in another world at the time. Things were confusing.

DB: I understand.

BT: Before I ask you anything, I suppose I should inquire as to the nature of my recent disconnect from time.

DB: You've suffered a bit of brain trauma. It's possible it had something to do with your recent ejection from the place you call Railroad Towers. I was able to locate some damaged brain tissue within your hippocampus, which is what I expected.

BT: My last memory of Railroad Towers was like being chewed to bits.

DB: Yes, I read that in your blog. Admittedly, whatever did happen to you, you still seem to be whole. You are just having trouble coping with one moment in time to the next. The condition is called "dyschonometria." It's rare, but it is treatable with modern alchemic medicines. Unfortunately, this sort of work does not come cheap. It also requires regular treatments. How exactly are you experiencing time from your perspective?

BT: It feels like weeks are going by within the span of a single day. I know it isn't possible, but...

DB: Are you sure that it isn't a single day within several weeks?

BT: Please don't make me anymore confused than I am. Dear lord.

DB: [He chuckles.] Sorry, about that, Mr. Tippet. I'll need you to come in twice a week to receive your treatments. It will go away in time. No pun intended.

BT: I was gonna say.

DB: Was there anything you wanted to ask me for the interview?

BT: I can't help but admire how friendly and professional you are after what you just did to me a little while ago. It's like talking to a completely different person.

DB: It's called a bedside manner, isn't it?

BT: Is it? I don't know. How do you switch from one to the other so flawlessly?

DB: I'm both. I am both a pervert and your neighborhood friendly doctor. I take being a pervert as seriously as I desire to heal the sick and the wounded. I actually do want you to get better, Mister Tippet. Your blog is very popular in Scritch City. We'd be at a loss without it.

BT: That means a lot to me, Doctor. I do my best to present Scritch City as honestly as I can. I love living here. It's so free and amazing. And you, personally, are one of the most interesting people living here.

DB: I appreciate the kind words, Mr. Tippet.

BT: I noticed that you are also a member of the Railroad Club. Friends with Miss Silky?

DB: You may find that anyone of real note in Scritch City is a friend of Miss Silky, you included. You are not just some bystander in our city, Mr. Tippet. You are a very important person. Sometimes you don't seem like you realize this in your blogs.

BT: Can you elaborate?

DB: As you pointed out recently: Scritch City is politically hedonistic. We accept the elitist rule over our government because they give us what we want. Those who are in good standing with the elites are often considered elites themselves. Your friendship with Miss Silky places you above most of the citizens of Scritch City. She's given you free run of the place, and it is very clear to me as to why.

BT: Why?

DB: Because you are the closest thing we have to a journalist. Scritch City does not have a free press, nor do we really want one. You love this city, and you know how to show others who we really are in a fabulous light. I love your pleasant spin on things, Mr. Tippet. We all do. Miss Silky certainly does.

BT: So what you are saying is... If I hated Scritch City... or had a neutral opinion of it... I wouldn't have the job?

DB: Basically. What does a politically hedonistic city want with the truth anyhow? We're all here to have fun. No sense in having a downer as a journalist. People look up to you here, Mister Tippet. And personally, I am rather looking forward to that interview with Baphomet... if you ever find the time for it.

BT: Yes, I need to get on that. Anyways, before I go... empty myself in your bathroom... is there anything you want to say to belay the fears people may have in coming to see you for treatment?

DB: Two things. One: The nearest hospital is over 100 miles away from Scritch City. Consider that carefully if you find yourself in trouble. Two: I'm going to do what I want with you, and you're going to have to deal with that if you want your treatment. Just like any sexual encounter, there's a beginning and an ending. And the ending will leave you better off than when you came in. I'm going to take care of you by the end of it. Just keep that last bit in mind, and perhaps it will help you out some.

BT: Thank you, Dr. Brady.

DB: A pleasure. See you in two days.

*****

Dr. Brady was featured in my book b.t. The story is a much better representation of who he is rather than how I presented him in the original blog. Here is some information about how to purchase the book:

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Time

I'm not sure I entirely understand time. I sometimes think it passes differently for different people. I don't always get it. Either way, I'm not exactly sure if a week has passed or if it's only been one day. Can any of you help?

Whether you can or not, I intend to go see the local doctor about it. Ever heard of the bat known as Doctor Brady? I sure have. I have written a blog about him before from my Railroad Towers days. But I recently got in touch with him over the phone. The real doctor is not at all like he is in the original blog. He is not really into sexual transformations as much as he is into simply fucking his patients. This was better covered in my book b.t. than in the original blog.

Doctor Brady is a pervert. If you were wondering about that, I know it is true. He is very open and honest about that fact. So if you are sick or injured and need a doctor, just keep in mind that he will sexually molest and/or rape you before you get to leave with a cure. There's no backing out of this. Just showing up means it will happen. But he has always been very clear about his intentions in this, so if this upsets you, you have only yourself to blame for showing up for treatment.

But then... you may not have a choice. Doctor Brady is the only source of medical assistance in all of Scritch City. There is no hospital here. Of course, some of the more elite animals in the city hire personal doctors to avoid this situation. This leaves the middle and poorer classes within Scritch City with no other option but to see Doctor Brady.

I know he sounds horrible, and maybe in some ways he is. But the Doctor Brady I know is actually a surprisingly nice guy. If you ever talked to him on the phone first, he is extremely polite and has an amazing bedside manner about whatever problem you have. He mentions the molestation and rape almost as if it's hardly worth worrying about. I must say, I found the bat extremely friendly and charming.

As I was explaining earlier, I called to ask him about my inconsistent perception of time. He told me that he had heard of some very specific head traumas that can affect a person's ability to perceive or understand the flow of time. He told me about some research he once did while getting his masters in medical alchemy.

As he explained, there is a part of the brain called the hippocampus which is often believed to have much to do with our perception of time. People who have had this part of the brain damaged would often forget the length of time between things or sometimes get things a bit out of order. Doctor Brady has agreed to run some tests on me next week to see if there is anything he can find. I figured it might be a good time for an interview. I'll get that out as soon as I can.

Back to the matter I brought up last week (was it last week?), concerning the son of the Fairy Ermine Calix and his soon to be revealed father. I was going to oust this person into the public eye, but he has since agreed to provide a statement. I'm only going to post it here for you to read. I'll comment on its contents later.

As promised, the following response is from none other than the father of Calix, son of the Fairy Ermine:

I am proud to be Calix's father, and as much as I would have liked to keep my personal life out of
this blog as much as possible, this is no longer a viable option.

Right now I am working with the Church of Starry Wisdom to learn their rituals and doctrine.

At the end of my training, I will be one of the emissaries of The Fairy Ermine.

I hope to provide counseling and aid to my fellows and those interested once I have completed the training.

I will post more once there has been finalization of plans.

-Quentin Sharpe

And now for something I have been dying to do for a while. I have a brand new novel! It is called The Nom Nom Chronicles and features a very strong vore theme. I am already selling copies before even getting this chance to promote it. I know I have fans out there, and I am very thankful for all of you! Below is some information for how to get the book, as well as an unfortunately glitchy rendering of the cover. Can't ever get the images to show right on this blog. Sorry about that. Visit the link if you want to see the unglitched rendering.

15.99 - Paperback Edition
5.99 - Kindle Edition

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