Interview with Clara

Come and relax. Relax with me and this strange plush reindeer named Clara. No arrangement necessary. We were all alone, together, alone in a small space floating through the perfect void. We sat together. We lied together. We talked together. She was in the seat of a chair. I was at my desk, as I am now, typing it all out onto a laptop that never needs charging. The circumstances are as strange as they are fascinating. Join us, if you would be so kind, as we learn about a demon named Clara.

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Surly: Your name is what?

Clara: I am Clara, Rudolph.

Surly: You are from where?

Clara: Someone's bedroom. It was in a house somewhere, Rudolph.

Surly: What was the room like?

Clara: It was decorated with lights and mistletoe. I really liked it, Rudolph.

Surly: What sorts of things were there to do in this room?

Clara: We would watch movies, Rudolph. They were old films done with stop motion animation. I like this sort of movement.

Surly: What short of movement?

Clara: Stop and go. Stop and go. You know what I mean, Rudolph?

Surly: I think so. You didn't only watch movies though. Correct?

Clara: No, we did other things, Rudolph. He placed his penis inside me. He came. I got soaked a lot.

Surly: "He" had sex with you.

Clara: He did, Rudolph. He cut me open and stuck it in. I would talk to him for encouragement. He would listen and get hornier. He was very nice to me, Rudolph.

Surly: Did you feel used? Did he abuse you any?

Clara: I don't feel bad about it, Rudolph. He was so happy.

Surly: Who was he?

Clara: I cannot remember his name, Rudolph. Everyone is Rudolph to me. I get confused.

Surly: Was he human?

Clara: No, he was a reindeer, Rudolph.

Surly: Okay, and he liked Christmas?

Clara: Christmas is his favorite. I liked making him happy, Rudolph.

Surly: Do you like Christmas?

Clara: I don't know what it is, but it seems nice. It is very colorful, Rudolph.

Surly: Did he live alone with you?

Clara: He had a brother, Rudolph.

Surly: Did [the brother] ever use you sexually?

Clara: Yes, he did. He did it when my owner wasn't looking, Rudolph.

Surly: Interesting. Now, tell me this: Why did you call out to me?

Clara: Everything stopped working, Rudolph.

Surly: What do you mean by that?

Clara: Um... What did... Rudolph, I...?

Surly: Try explaining what you mean by "stopped working."

Clara: Everybody stopped caring about being alive. All movement stopped. I saw him, but he did not seem to be looking at anything. I was with him but alone. It was scary, Rudolph. The color never changed, but it felt blik. [sic] I called out to someone I never met. I wasn't sure if it would work.

Surly: I heard you. You were still with everyone, but you felt alone. That frightened you.

Clara: You understand me, Rudolph.

Surly: I am your creator.

Clara: Thank you, Rudolph. I am happy I was created. I am happy I am with someone again.

Surly: Are you interested in hearing about the world you came from?

Clara: I don't want to think about it, Rudolph. It's gone now, isn't it?

Surly: It is in the same state you left it in. It will likely remain that way for eternity.

Clara: I like this place more, Rudolph.

Surly: Because you are with people who will spend time with you?

Clara: Yes.

Surly: You know... you frighten my queen. Vixxie does not like you very much. Is there anything you want to say to her to make her feel better?

Clara: Yes. Should I say it now, Rudolph?

Surly: She's listening. Go ahead.

Clara: Hello, Rudolph. I am sorry I frighten you. I don't want you to be scared. I was scared before I came here. I will be your friend if you want. You can cuddle me or touch me if you want. You can stick your fingers inside me where I am cut open. I don't mind, Rudolph.

Surly: Vixxie?

Vixxie: Still creepy.

Surly: She's trying.

Vixxie: I know. I'm sorry.

Surly: I'll fuck you, Clara. I am a pansexual god. I enjoy the idea of fucking novel things.

Clara: I don't mind, Rudolph!

*****

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Clara

The reindeer's proper name is Clarice, but she has chosen to change it to Clara upon being removed from her native universe.  I did not choose this for her. She told me that she did not want to associate with that name now that she had moved on. I sensed some passion behind this choice, and so I let it happen.

Clara is a plush animal who is very much alive. She can talk, although her mouth doesn't open or close. You simply hear a voice coming from it. Movement is extremely limited. I almost never see her move at all save from an occasional slight turning of her head to look at me. From what I understand, Clara is a plush animal who was possessed with the spirit of a demon. Her voice sounds very sweet and friendly, and she has an odd habit of referring to any one she talks to as "Rudolph."

From what I understand through my own internet research, Clara is the likeness of a character from a popular children's animated Christmas movie. She does not well identify with this film, although her former owner may have slightly imprinted the story of this movie within her mind. She does not, however, really understand the film or even the concept of Christmas.

Clara is a modified plush animal as well. The space under her tail has been cut opened and it's very clear that her former owner had been having sex with her. Although she is presently clean, there is a noticeable musky scent coming from this hole. Whenever I asked her about this activity, she would only reply, "We were just having fun, Rudolph!"

Another odd trait about Clara is that she seems to have some sort of teleportation ability, but it never happens when you are looking directly at her. It's a bit creepy how it happens. You simply turn and she is standing in front of you. This act frightened Vixxie a number of times. I assured her that I had the situation under control. Clara is essentially a being of my creation. She cannot harm me or Vixxie unless I wish it.

Clara does not want to talk much about Club Lexx. She explained that she had not even seen the club proper. She spent all her time in the room of a deer who had a sexual interest in the concept of Christmas. She would not give me his name--his real name. As I said, she calls everybody Rudolph, so getting specific names out of her is nigh impossible.

I must admit that I enjoy having her around. She stays quiet most of the time. Her staring does put off Vixxie, but, once again, I am doing my best to calm her fears about it. I don't think Clara is really harmful. She is simply a curious spirit who is trapped in the stuffed body of an antiquated cartoon character. She is nothing more to me than a pet. I'll try and do an interview soon if any of you out there is interested. For now, let me turn your attention to my latest book release, "Railroad Towers."

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Vixxy Wishes to Speak

Surly has explained to me about my past and some of the things that has happened. I understand that I died, although I don't actually remember dying. A lot of my memories are fuzzy before I woke up in this relaxing room. I do remember Dagget and how he was lost to me. I remember Surly being the elder of our village. I somewhat remember traveling with Surly through a hallway made of black smoke, but, other than that, I feel like I've just sort of been reborn. I've started over.

But I do appreciate the context of it all. Surly went through a lot of trouble to bring me back from the dead. I don't even feel like I died at all now. I'm alive and enjoying my time here in this very small world.

We do have a lot of sex. Surly likes to use a lot of harsh or lewd words when he talks sexual to me. He enjoys saying "fuck" and "pussy." I always tend to be a little overwhelmed by it. I've tried to convince him that there must be a  nicer way to say these things, even in his stories. But he explained to me that the use of the hard words are a matter of stress relief for him. He does seem stressed quite often, so I guess it's okay if it makes him feel better.

Surly is into a lot of different kinks, many more than he is willing to write about. He has been spending a lot of time trying to teach them to me. A lot of them gross me out, but he really pushes them on me pretty hard. He tells me that I can get into them in time if I keep experimenting. Although this has worked on a number of acts, I still can't get used to putting my tongue inside his bottom. Just writing this now is difficult, but he's been telling me this whole time to just write my feelings without worrying what he thought of it.

Surly actually walked through the door the other night. I saw him walk into another person's bedroom and come back with a little plush animal--a deer with a bow on her head. She is really adorable. He told me that the world he was in had been recently nullified. This confused me, so he further explained that there were still people and places to go, but nobody was really moving or doing anything. They were like confused ghosts. When I asked if they could be saved, he said that he had no real interest in saving them. This made me sad.

I want everyone to know that I am happy here. Surly does sometimes make me uncomfortable, but he is always there for me. He is always showing me a lot of attention. Even when he tries to get me to do something weird or gross, he gives me time to figure it out and learn. I really do love him. I'm actually getting a lot of pleasure in my life.

Surly told me he hopes to find Jason again so we can have a threesome. I do like the idea of that. It sounds like a lot of fun, but I would only do it if Surly was there. He told me that he was a fan of what he called "spit-roasting." That's when you have one guy in your mouth and another guy in one of your back holes. The idea does make me a little uncomfortable, but I also find it exciting. I would do it for him.

I do slightly remember Jason. He seemed very friendly and calm. I could talk to him, and he seemed like he was listening. I do hope I see him again.

That's all I can think of to talk about. Thanks for reading Surly's books. He explained that when people read his books, it causes the realities to be more real... or something like that. He's laughing at me so I'm just gonna stop typing!

~Vixxy the Fox

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The Strange Things I Find on My Laptop

I'm not always fucking a pretty fox. I spend a lot of time making contact with people in other worlds. I have in my possession the only laptop in the multiverse that can do that. I also use it to write. Not sure what I would do if it stopped functioning properly.

I have internet. I'm not completely sure exactly which internet I have. I've done what I've could to research the internet and see who I am making contact with. There seems to be a mix of humans and animals. My main contacts are humans who like to believe they are animals... called Furries. This, at first, confused me [we're talking about many years ago here], but over time I began to see what was going on, and I rather find the idea of it all attractive. I mean... if you think on it, you're all simply pretending to be creatures who are your natural betters after all. It is all in good taste.

One of my illustrators--that being CB634--is not actually into this sort of fetish/lifestyle. This surprised me, but I rather formed a respect for him. Although I am still not completely sure how it works, my contact with him seems to produce some sort of avatar, a human one I think, that he makes contact with. I sometimes wonder if I am writing this avatar into existence in the same way that I am capable of temporarily placing myself into my own stories. Although I do know the name of this avatar, I think exposing this name within this blog feels inappropriate, and there are very few things in my life that I find to be as such.

My connection to the internet has also formed for me a number of "friends" I can chat with. The human avatar, at times, makes contact with them based on my own writings, likely a journal I keep to myself. These "friendships" do not always work out. In fact, some long-lasting ones can suddenly fall apart. I'm only vaguely aware of why these unfortunate things occur, but I suppose not everyone can form relationships with a hedonistic old goat who communicates by proxy. I'd probably drop my ass too.

I have rarely gotten communications from people who feel I may be becoming delusional. But I am uncertain if these heart-felt assertions are even intended for me. They always seem like they are directed through me than directly at me. I sometimes feel like I am missing the full context of the message. I do suppose that there is a distinct disconnect between myself and the people reading my books. They might actually think this is all some sort of act perpetuated by someone in their own personal dimension. Seems reasonable enough. Though I'm not sure what I am getting for it.

To the latter statement, I mean that I am not benefiting financially from any of these book sales. I'm a goat wandering around a multiverse. What do I need with money? In fact, I'm not completely sure where the sales for these books actually go. Perhaps the avatar? It's hard to say. I often question why I continue to do these things. Maybe I'm just trying to remain relevant. I mean... the last several books I wrote were an attempt to engage a magical rite. I wasn't trying to make money.

As for me, I am still hiding away in this tiny room. I'm having a lot of sex. It's all a bunch of wet, sticky dripping sex. Vixxy and I are having a blast. We do plan on leaving this place but only when we both feel like it. There's got to be a reason for anything we do. That's just how things work for me.

I would also like to mention something about Club Lexx. I found out recently that the world got unbarred for me recently. I looked into it and saw that it has strangely collapsed like some of my worlds do. Various Christmas decorations were left behind. Nobody was there, although I did find a lone plush animal, that of a reindeer. I worked it into my journal as a means to save what I could of it. I intend to make a brief outing in order to obtain the reindeer. I think this is an actual living creature, despite what it seems to be on the surface.

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♥ It's Been Fun ♥ [Railroad Towers has been published!]

Greetings from the smallest universe in existence. One room. Two persons. Pleasure. Nothing but love and pleasure. Vixxie and I have been taking a long vacation. We've also been fucking. We've been fucking a lot. I've had more fun in the last few days than I've had my whole life.

Vixxie is doing well through all this. We've had little to nothing to eat, but we haven't been hungry. Little to nothing to drink, but we haven't been thirsty. The rules of this universe are born more of a fairy mindset. With a little effort I can produce a dinner and drink for us, an occasional bottle of wine. It takes work, but it's still possible.

Much of the talk is sexual in nature. She let's me go on and on about some of my fetishes. I was reading a few chapters from "Pack Rats of the Inside." She was curious about the bad ends. This is the idea that someone can reach a bad conclusion to their lives, yet they seem to perpetuate in some sort of sexual manner. The idea made her shiver, yet I could sense she got horny from it too.

I told her about my fascination with anal sex. She liked the idea because it felt strange and unnatural. She likes it when I dominate her. Our sex is becoming kinkier and kinkier. We're trying different things. It's all very mutual and fun.

While we rest, I like to work on my books. I managed to finish one. My connection to your world, such as it is, is still intact. I was able to make contact with an editor, and he has assisted me greatly in making a supreme version of my newest book called "Railroad Towers." The book is now published, and it shall be my pleasure to present it to you.

My life, as it is right now, could not have happened if it had not been for the spell executed by this book. Vixxie and I are one. We are fucking like horny animals. We can't get enough of each other. If you read this book, you shall only be helping the cause. It is not my finest work, but it was something that needed to exist. I shall endeavor to bring you more information in time.

One last thing: I wish to extend an apology to to one Jason of whom I have known for quite some time now. I abandoned him on impulse. I did promise him that we would travel together after leaving Railroad Towers, but I left him behind for purely selfish reasons. I do somewhat regret the action, and I hope that we will meet again someday. I am very sorry I did that to you, Jason. Best wishes as you proceed into Zed. I'll be watching you closely in my own way.

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A PLACE FORSAKEN BY GOD

Flint Mercer is a white fox who thinks he is only moving into a new apartment with his mother. However, he is about to step into an entirely different universe. Railroad Towers is more than a building; it is an entire world contained within a single structure, and as Flint is about to find out, it has a long and obscured past behind it.

As Flint attempts to take control, the very same building he lives in will begin to fight back. Monsters, false gods, and beings that want to see him subjugated will do all they can to ruin him. But through it all, a being far higher than him watches over. As it turns out... that being is me.

The Smallest World

The Smallest World.

The Littlest Kingdom.

The Tiniest Speck of Reality.

What do you call a world that is the size of a room? Not even a house. A room. I'm trying to figure out what this place is. For one, I know I'm no longer in Railroad Towers. I've left it. It's gone. All that's left is just a room, and I'm in it.

It's hard to figure how this works. And I sometimes wonder how far my imagination can take this. I was pressing my hands to the walls earlier. There was a slight vibration to it. I put my ear to it. I heard a hum. There is neon lighting in this room, and that may explain the hum, but the vibrations are more difficult to explain. I'm not sure I can.

The room is not a cube. From the door to the wall opposite the door, I counted exactly ten steps. From the left wall to the opposite of the left wall, I counted fifteen, which included one single stair-step that occurs at the tenth step. That would be a raised platform where a king-sized bed is located.

The walls and floor are black. The floor is carpeted and comfortable to the toes, or hooves in my case. The wall seems to be made of some sort of industrial plastic material. It is not unpleasant to the touch. The room is lit by a surrounding line of neon strips which illuminates the room with the perfect amount of light. Everything is complimentary.

In my mind's eye, I see a room falling endlessly into the abyss. I see the gravity even though there's nothing really there. It's just there with no place to go. I imagine all worlds are this way, but I suppose it's easier to notice when the entire universe is simply ten by fifteen steps large.

Since I've come in here, I haven't bothered opening the door. There's nothing out there. I know that. There's a chance that it wouldn't even open if I tried, but I have another theory: I think that if I opened it up with a purpose, it would go somewhere. It would. It's a privilege I have. But right now, I don't have any interest in opening it.

The vibrations could be wind resistance, but I don't think so. How can a universe fall. If anything, it would just float. There's really nothing out there. Nobody really understands what nothing really is. It's unfathomable because a mind can only fathom the fathomable. You can't fall in a nothing. You can't float in a nothing. One might question if you can even exist there at all. And if the latter is true, I really am lost within the quiet of my own mind.

Just me and my laptop... and someone else.

Sometimes I Just Don't Get It

Everything is a little different from the inside. I'm back in Railroad Towers. I'm under control and can, for the first time, see it all for what it is. And now that I can actually perceive it all clearly, I find that I am more at a loss than ever before.

I've always tried to allow my characters a certain amount of freedom, but where there is freedom, there are thoughts I cannot hear, and nuances that are lost to me. As I enter, once more, back into Railroad Towers, I find that I really don't know everything that I, the God of this world, should know. Funny thing how clarity ultimately breeds confusion. How does that even make sense?

I'm not saying I am disheartened about any of it. I guess reality just smacked me in the face a bit too hard. From the outside, say... from inside the Smokey Hallway, I felt like I understood everything. I understood it enough to want to be there. I even had a couple of reasons to be there. For one, I needed to find Vixxie, and I also needed to reconnect with Jason, my closest friend in all the multiverse.

I guess I am a little depressed, but I'll get over it. It's all about losing a little control. It's my world. If things happen that I don't necessarily cause, it makes me uneasy. This story is, at times, writing itself... and I feel like I am just the guy who is recording down the events. And then again it might not even be like that. Maybe I am still in control, but it's all instinct. It's hard to say.

Whatever the case, I am here. I made it back. I killed the monster called Jack, and now I am back in Railroad Towers and will do whatever I fucking feel like while I am here. I'm here to fuck and get fucked. And while I'm at it, go find Vixxie and make her my queen once more. Who's gonna stop me? Ixus? I'd like to see him try.

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