The Violent Return

A lot of things happened at once. For a moment, time stopped, and there was a lot of confusion. It all started with Leeto. He was out in the middle of The Tailhole club. The bat was sucking guys off and in a good temperament as if in celebration of something. Sucking guys off was what he did for food most of the time. But suddenly he started screaming. He screamed so much that nobody knew what was going on for a minute.

This, however, was a distraction. While everyone was dealing with Leeto and his sudden fit of screaming, there was something else happening. White Baphomet left the scene and went down through the forbidden back halls of the club. He ran into Buddy the rat partway. Buddy was going to see what was going on in the club, but the goatman would not let him pass.

"Something wrong?" asked Buddy suspiciously. He was not particularly fond of White Baphomet. The goat had done something bad to him recently concerning one of his friends.

The white-furred goat with black markings looked slightly up at the rat and said, "You're sure causing a lot of trouble lately. Having fun?"

"That's the gist of it, I guess," returned Buddy dopily. "You need something?"

"Yes. I need you to do something for me. I'm not very happy right now. I need to get out of this place."

"Isn't the front door in the other direction?"

"I'm not talking about the club," he grinned somewhat mischievously. "I'm so lonely, Buddy. I can't stay here anymore. Send me back."

"Send yourself back. I got to check up on Leeto."

White Baphomet drew a dagger. It was a very simple dagger but in the hands of White Baphomet, the sight confused Buddy. There was no weapon in the world that could kill Buddy. He could be hurt though. Also there was another thing. This dagger was wet with blood.

"Wait, who did you just murder?"

"Alabaster," the goat returned with the same grin. "This is his blood. I intend to give it back to you."

Buddy's eyes went wide. He turned and ran back down the hall. He did not even know where half the doors went. The back halls of The Tailhole Club were strangely curved and confusing. Buddy had no idea where he was going and where he would end up.

He took a turn and went into one of the rooms, but Baphomet was there. Buddy tried to leave, but the door slammed shut. The rat turned and looked fearfully at the goat. The room was filled with girls, chanting something strange. Baphomet grinned, slowly walking towards the God who was Buddy.

"I don't actually want to hurt you, but I don't see any other way. You're too busy dealing with absolutely pointless things right now. I have to force your hand or else nothing will get done."

"You're just interrupting the story!" cried Buddy.

"I'm completing it. You know that. You knew this was a possibility. You tried to stop the inevitable from happening, and then you just got complacent. I'm bored here, Buddy. I don't even belong here anyhow. I belong somewhere else."

"Please, just give me more time to finish my story! I have so much more to write! Please! Everything was just getting good!"

"Oh, it's about to get even better!"

Despite Baphomet being at the rat's fore, Buddy suddenly felt a sharp object shove into his back. He let out a terrified squeak. Baphomet disappeared, but he was now behind him. He held onto the dagger, as Buddy fell forward into the midst of the chanting girls.

Alabaster's blood briefly mixed with Buddy's. There was a tremendous bang that shook the room, as if a canon went off next to everyone's ears. A doorway opened up inside the back of the rat. Dust and rocks. A desert. A wasteland. White Baphomet grinned as he leapt into it.

The dagger ejected itself out of Buddy's back, spinning up until it stuck in the ceiling. The girls all looked at him in silence. Buddy was panting and grunting in misery. Although bleeding, his wound was superficial. He was not really hurt... just in pain.

After taking some time to recover, he stood back up onto his feet and slowly proceeded to the door. He groaned as he drug his tail downed the curved hallway back to his room. Vixxie saw he was upset and ran to help him.

"What happened?" asked his wife.

The rat crashed into the bed and said, "Why do my own creations always turn on me?"

Chaos in Scritch City

Buddy the rat here--your God! Although a lot of people don't take that seriously. I hope by now I've made a point or two about what I am trying to do around here. I'm sorry, Miss Silky, but I'm fighting against bigger things. I also am not entirely sure you are up to the task when it comes to leading the counsel. Ever consider letting Baphomet in there? He might be able to help you out some. Heh heh!

The hyena gang has officially gone crazy. Don't ask me why, but I think they have had a change of heart about what their favorite animal is! It's rat, by the way. I mean... you'd think it was hyena... because they are hyenas. Maybe it is hyena, but rats have got to be at least their second favorite. They'd pick me as a God anyway. Trust me, they'll do anything I say at this point... including setting Miss Silky's car on fire.

The only real problem I have right now is Sol Invictus... WHICH IS QUENTIN! YOU KNOW WHO YOU FUCKING ARE! GIVE ME BACK SCRITCH CITY, FUCKER!!! Sorry, I had to get that out of my system.

So I live at The Tailhole Club now. They got a backroom too. It's in a wavey sort of hallway in a side-door behind the DJ's booth. Oh, right. Vixxie mentioned it. I'm not editing this. I don't like deleting stuff.

I really love the depravity found in this place. Everyone is fucking, doing drugs, and having a really great time. I found a really fat skunk guy named Rick. He's my dom. He treats me like shit when I need him too. He even cucked me real good with my wife. I got to watch him fuck her. It was real hot. We were all into it. I even came hands-free while I watched. Shit, that was fun.

Can't even imagine a whole bunch of fucking rich people all tramping around in some fancy jazz club, all hobnobbing about this business and that whatever. Everybody getting all fucking hot for Quentin's little power trip as competing God. Plenty of people in this city know I'm the real deal. I fucking created all of you, and you love Scritch City. You love its liberty. There's a reason why you don't go out there into Nevada and beyond. Fuck the USA! You belong to me, because you wanna belong to me!

If any of you are reading this blog, you need to pick a side. Rally behind this rat. Say "Fuck you!" to Miss Silky and her worship of Sol Invictus, and come over to The Tailhole Club to meet the rat who gives you what you want: pure and perfect pleasure. This is hedonism, baby!

Oh, on a lighter note, there's some mouse guy named Pace that's been going around taking pictures in Scritch City. His photographs have been appearing on this separate blog for Ethereal Scratch which occasionally comments on my blog here. There's only a couple pics there so far, but there's an absolutely wonderful picture of Miss Silky getting all mad at what I've been doing. You should go check it out. Here's a link: https://etherealscratch.blogspot.com/

Vixxie Tales #14

Oh, my gosh! It's been such a crazy day. It feels like everything is moving so quickly. I have so much to tell you, but my mind is all a jumble. I'll do my best to cover all the main points.

Surly suddenly came back to Scritch City, but he isn't Surly anymore. In fact, Surly might be gone forever. He is a rat now. He is a rat named Buddy. That's right! The God of the multiverse is now Buddy the Rat, although they share the same memories and such.

Buddy came back on a motorcycle equipped with a sidecar. I haven't actually seen it yet, but Buddy told me about it. It sounds kind of interesting. He was more of a car person when he was a goat, but I guess some things changed when he turned into a rat. 

You know, that is actually very true. He seems like a different person entirely, although he still treats me like I am his wife and familiar with me. When he first came back, this absolutely took me by surprise. It was like this person I never met before had just barged into my room and said we were married and needed to begin moving into a new life together. I was so confused, but I feel a lot better about it now that the initial shock has passed.

So there's a few things you need to know about this new version of God:

1. He is a lot more sexually active. He tends to be very horny all the time, and he likes to indulge whenever he can get away with it. He is more of a hedonist than even Surly was. Or maybe it's like he has less control over it. I haven't yet had sex with him in his rat form yet, but we're probably going to do it very soon.

2. He has a son now. His son is another rat named Charlie. Charlie is in constant contact with Buddy, and they can get together whenever they need to. They are also in an incestuous relationship which I intend to participate in at some point, but this is really something special between Buddy and Charlie. (Charlie is an adult, by the way, in case anyone is worried about that. Buddy basically messed with his DNA and memory, making him the actual son of God. I barely understand the process myself.)

3. I now live inside The Tailhole Club in a room with a bed, a desk, and some beanbag chairs. Everything is kind of dark and purple in here. This is going to be a sort of love nest for Buddy and I. But I think it's going to be a bit more than that. Buddy is so sexually active right now, I think some of his activities are going to roll off onto me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I'll let you know how it goes.

4. Scritch City is still owned by the God known as Sol Invictus. Buddy is trying to wrangle the rights to it back, and he is actually very vengeful about it. When we finally sat down and talked, he spent a lot of time grumbling almost incoherently about how much he hated the other God. He said some things I did not even understand. But it all comes down to the fact that he is just trying to get his property back.

I think that's it. Buddy is actually sitting right next to me while I write this. He's a big, chubby rat that pants a lot. He smells funny too, but I don't mind it too much. He's very cuddly and affectionate, but I can tell that sex with him is probably going to be wild. Don't worry about me though. I gave my heart to him a long time ago. I'll be his wife no matter what form he takes.

See you later!

Things Are Changing

Hey, there. It's me. You know. Surly. That old goat that hasn't been posting any blogs. Yeah, I get that time is all over the place from one world to the next. Just been up to doing a lot of stuff that's been keeping me busy. All important, I assure you.

First things first: I'm not in Scritch City right now, but I'm coming back faster than you might expect. I'm in another world called Ottertopia. Great place. I give it five stars. I'd give it more stars if I had 'em. Right now, I am undergoing a little conditioning. I'm changing. Everything about me is changing. I'm becoming something else, and it's something that needs to happen one way or another.

Second: I'm really putting this out there for Vixxie's sake. In fact, by the time she sees this post, I'll probably already be in Scritch City. So, if you're reading this, honey, go ahead and let them know I'll be showing up at the Railroad Club soon. Also... that rat thing is about to happen full time, but I wanna see you as I am for a while so we can work through this. I don't want you to be frightened. I'll love you no matter what form I take, and I hope you'll do the same for me.

Third: This one is for Miss Silky. I know what you're going through right now... maybe a bit more than I ought to. I'm sorry for... the thing. You know what I mean by that, I hope. I never intended to hurt you and cause you all this trouble. I'm especially sorry that Jason left. That's my fault too, and I actually wanna fix this up for ya. You're going through a lot of unnecessary stress right now, and I promise to do what I can to relieve you of it. We'll talk soon.

Fourth: Baphomet, I need you to halt whatever you're doing and talk with me as soon as we can get together. I want to help you out. I also need to fix something involving your white counterpart. He pissed me off. If he wants to run away from me when I get there, that's fine... but I'm not happy with him right now. Do as you will. I much more favor you, even though I am sure you helped him do what he did.

Last: To the followers of Sol Invictus, your God is about to show up on my turf. I know I gave it up, but I want you to know that I do intend to take it back. Take that as you will, but remember what it was like last time I was here. I play dirty, and sometimes my ire can be hard on friendships. Decide what you wanna do and do it.

That's it. I need to get back to working out this final transformation. Surly the goat will soon be no more. What comes next may decide the destiny of everything. See you very shortly.

Vixxie Tales #13

Surly and I had a talk last night. He's going through something really rough right now, and I wanted to make him as happy as I could. I'll try and explain it out as best as I can. You see, Surly made really close friends with this rat named Charlie a while back. I don't wanna go too far into what happened, but along the way we lost him. The whole incident has been really rough on Surly, much like when he lost me.

Ever since we lost Charlie, he's been trying to find a way to get him back. It isn't as simple as when he brought me back, as silly as that sounds. The thing about Charlie is that he is still out there somewhere... we just don't know where that is. And if any of you people in Scritch City happen to know where he is, please tell Miss Silky or someone at the Railroad Club. We would really like that information.

Now, while Surly has been trying to find Charlie, he's been going through a sort of strange struggle with his own physical identity. He's been placed under hypnosis by Musty, and this hypnosis has given him the ability to change form (when triggered) into a rat named Buddy. Yes, a similar name to his spirit called Buddy Tippet.

He explained to me that right now Buddy the Rat is the crazier side of him, and he gets too out of control when he switches. He is worried about changing around me because he might rape me or something. He has plans to try and literally train his rat-self into behaving more maturely. Personally, I find the whole thing a mite disturbing, but I care enough for Surly to support him in what's happening. After all, his rat transformation is happening because of his love for Charlie.

Surly has been very compassionate about the whole ordeal with me. He checked with me about how I felt about him looking and even acting like a different person. He said that the whole old goat thing had more to do with him being an elder in the village I grew up in. I learned to love him in this form, and he was worried about taking that away from me. I explained that I would be fine with him changing as long as it was clear that it was still the same man that I fell in love with.

After listening to what I had to say, he pointed out that he did not think his Surly form would be permanently gone, but that there would be two forms of him that would come out when necessary. I accepted this, although I am still worried for him. He's going through so much right now. I can't even get into some of the horrible things he is doing in order to get Charlie back. The list is very long and disturbing, but he is so intent on making it happen that he is willing to do those bad things.

As for me, I am still spending most of my time in the room in the back of the Railroad Club. I have gotten so used to living in small quarters that going out frightens me. He had offered to have Fluke escort me out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I've just been hanging out here with Clara, waiting for more news from Surly.

My only request is a simple one: If you happen to see him wondering around out there, just give him space. Help him out if you can. He's all alone out there, or at least it seems like it.

Thanks for reading my blog.

A Vision Out of Nowhere

It's been a long night in the back of the Railroad Club. I've been hanging out with Vixxie. A little sex here and there, but it's been mostly us just talking and enjoying each other's company.

Well, roughly an hour or so ago, I blanked out for about two minutes. Vixxie didn't even notice it happened. The only reason she checked on me at all was because Clara asked, "Is something wrong with you, Rudolph?" She was looking at me when she said it.

Vixxie found me staring into nothing and was softly saying my name. I remember hearing her saying it, but I was a bit too busy looking at something that wasn't there. I knew I was having a vision. I knew I was sitting on my bed while Vixxie was trying to get my attention. I was just ignoring her as I tried to make sense of the weird stuff that I saw.

For the first minute of the vision, I saw a circle open up into a gray, overcast world. I say overcast because it could have been clouds. In truth, it was just a gray sky, so clouds were assumed. Pretty gloomy on the whole, but there wasn't any rain or anything.

The gray reached down to the horizon where there was an ocean of water and a beach of sorts which led to my feet. The water appeared shallow and ran its way to my feet, although I never actually looked down at my actual feet. I could have just as easily been standing on dry land, but the bubble this vision was showing in never had me looking in any direction but straight ahead.

The water was very still, almost glassy. There were no waves. Popping up from many different places from the water were dead trees. Sitting on a great many of the branches of these trees were an uncountable number of crows... or at the very least birds that were black. These birds were alive and fluttered a little, letting me know that they were living creatures.

For a moment, it appeared as if many of the birds were going to take off from the tree, but the scene reversed itself back to them simply sitting on the tree branches again.

All of which I described to you took place in the course of about fifteen seconds. Once that time was complete, the circle closed up like an iris, and I attempted to will it back into existence. No luck. It was gone. The remaining minute or so was just me trying to get it back. After realizing that it was over, I looked at Vixxie and told her what I saw.

We discussed it for a little while. All this happened while silly stuff was happening outside in the Railroad Club. I'll probably head out there to mess around with people. Lots of stuff happening today, actually. I'll talk about it later if it gets interesting.

Vixxie Tales #12

A whole twelve blogs for Vixxie Tales! I can't believe I have written this many. Right now, Surly is right next to me, and we are on a new laptop. It's not too different than the old one, but it seems to run better and the screen is bigger. I saw it change right before my eyes. I assumed that it was Surly who somehow did it, and I thought it was really cool.

Surly's laptop is magical. Sometimes it can be in multiple places at once. Back when I was just starting Vixxie Tales, he was bringing his laptop with him, but I was still able to use it. I always thought that was really neat. It's a laptop that can be anywhere.

Surly has been meeting a lot of interesting people. I was a little too busy with Surly to meet him, and there was a ferret-otter hybrid that showed up in our room right as my husband was teaching me how to use the new laptop. Surly says his name is Picard and that he is from another dimension. He doesn't really approve of his presence in Scritch City but is just letting it happen anyhow.

Oh, and before I got started on this blog, Fluke was here. Clara frightened him. She talked to him suddenly, and he did not seem to expect it. She does that a lot, but I've gotten used to it. I hope he isn't upset by it or anything.

Surly tells me he has been involved in some really dark things, but he explains that it is all very important. He sometimes tells me of these things and they are a little hard to hear, but I always assume he knows best. After all... he's God. And I love him.

I am really happy that I've been able to write these blogs. And this is a very special one because he's snuggling up to me the whole time. It's been really nice having him back. Thanks for reading!