Vixxie Tales #18

I'm so sorry for not working on this blog. Things have been happening, and I've had to deal with them. I've also been getting kind of sick. Something's wrong with me. I can't help but come to the conclusion it has something to do with Buddy being missing. That said, we have a pretty good idea where he is, although we aren't sure why he is there.

We are back in Scritch City. We abandoned Crossroads Academy, being sure it was safe to do so. Scritch City is still active and strangely normal. It's like things have been reset. I've taken up residence back at the Tailhole club which is also a sort of base of operations in dealing with the Buddy situation.

After his encounter with Sixus, Buddy has, for reasons I don't fully understand, trapped himself in some sort of pocket universe. Although he is clearly the God of this world, he doesn't seem to be aware of who he really is. He is just living out a normal life oblivious to his past and his actual power.

Risto has been the only person who has been able to physically penetrate into this realm and has actually made contact with him, however, Buddy is not acknowledging anything Risto is trying to explain to him. This puts the jackal in danger, because he is unsure what imaginative powers Buddy can enact on him if he choses to retaliate. Buddy does have the ability of erasure if he so choses. We aren't sure if he would be willing to completely delete the idea of Risto if the jackal chose to push too far.

Charlie has managed to make contact by phone, but this had no meaningful result to it either. He is worried about his father, and there is simply nothing I can do for him at this moment in time.

Although unable to enter Buddy's strange universe, Leeto has managed to make contact in a way, yet he has little control over the actions of his counterpart. This contact has also seemingly been disconnected for the time being, so no hope there.

Although I still am embodied with the spirit of my Creator, I am beginning to lose touch with myself. I am still writing and working as hard as I can to bring my husband back, but I just cannot get a grasp of what is wrong with me. There are moments where I don't even feel like myself anymore. I don't feel like a fox. The name Vixxie doesn't even seem right anymore. I have a small inkling of what this may be... but it's not something I want to think about.

For now, we are working constantly to get Buddy back into his proper position. I don't know how things will turn out. I'm scared, but I still hope for the best. Once again, so sorry for the long pause. If you only knew what we were all going through for Buddy...

Vixxie Tales #17

Oops! Something went wrong! After the whole saga of Buddy working things out with Sixus, we lost track of him. It isn't a huge emergency, but it is causing a bit of grief here in abandoned, post-apocalyptic Crossroads Academy. Although I am still in control and working through things, the loss of the real Buddy is still a problem that needs to be sorted through.

Risto has taken up the lead in finding him. In fact, he is probably the best suited for it. Risto has a weird ability to skip around the multiverse, and the task of finding Buddy is basically what makes it work in the first place. Risto was created for the sole purpose of helping and servicing his God, first and foremost. Really an interesting guy, if not a little dumb in the brain department. I still like him, though.

Other than that, there isn't much I can do. I'm actually pretty busy right now with my own problems. Leeto's story is currently being worked on. He's finally starting to come around. You may not known this about him, but Leeto has always been kind of stupid, but never crazy. But for the last long chunk of time, he's been pretty crazy and confused. I'm working to fix that while I am still working as Buddy's writer in his absence. Lots of weird stuff involving cow udders. I know that last sentence made absolutely no sense, but I am not really allowed to explain it in this blog. I am so sorry.

Either way, this has been Vixxie, the wife of God. Once innocent, but now no more. I'll write in when I think I have something important to say. Thanks for reading!

Latex Capture, Chapter 6 (Final)

"I guess there was always a part of me that wanted this," said Buddy from within his latex prison. "I wouldn't have created something so scary if I wasn't just a little curious. And yet, I spent so much time... so many books... trying to get away."

"Starting in 'Vox Deus'," said Sixus softly.

"And continuing through the books, constantly fighting, constantly sacrificing my own people until I ended up a stupid rat who couldn't help himself."

"That's right," said Sixus softly.

"Because Surly... What was Surly?" Buddy groaned. "Surly was just some old guy from a story made to do the same. His very existence was made, not to defeat Ixus, but simply to push him aside. The truth is that I could have destroyed him anytime I wanted to. All I had to do was to write it... and explain why... and Ixus would be no more."

"But you didn't," cooed Sixus.

"Surly was too old for you," continued Buddy. "He may have been eternal, but he was still an old man. Me? I'm in my 40's. Kinda old, but not really that old. Still kind of young in a way. I don't mind exploring weird, kinky things like this. It's scary, but once you get into it... it's kind of relaxing... I mean... Other than all the things shoving into my butt. Although that kind of a sexy is a little uncomfortable."

"You're rambling, sweety."

"Oops. Right. Gotta stay on track."

"Mmhmm."

Buddy sighed and went on, "Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew having the Lust Bearers trap you in Zed was going to backfire on me. At first, there was some reservations I had about Dresden. I wasn't sure if he was more or less powerful than Ixus. But there was a little Voice in my head, a very convincing Voice that I have struggled with, that tends to sway me more than I'd like to admit. And it was enough to move the very fabric of my universe in a way that gave Dresden power over him. The only being strong enough to overpower and outwit an overpowered genius... and Ixus did not even know who he was.

"It was shocking even to me... but I took advantage of it... or rather Surly did. He forced you into Dresden's presence and then he was devoured. And yet, Ixus survived... as a slave... trapped inside a more powerful latex-based creature. And deep inside the heart of an old goat, Surly knew that it was only delaying the inevitable. Ixus was evil... but so was Dresden. And evil only begets evil."

"You beget a lot of evil, don't you, sweety?" asked Sixus.

"I do, for I am evil. But I also know what good is. And I would never be able to create evil if I had no idea what its opposite was. I had to know it. And in such a way, my heart comes from a place of good. I create evil and then imagine its opposite. Evil is a strange mirror that I can look into if I need to know what's what. It's the strange way I do things.

"But the downside is that the more evil I create, the darker and more twisted everything becomes... and I lose control. And sometimes I stop caring altogether. Tiny bursts of energy surge through me from time to time, but it's ultimately a backwards trend. And then there's my relationships. My wife. Charlie. My connection to the being called Nuke. One other Thing. My emotions are too easily manipulated by relationships.

"I fall in love with everyone. I obsess over friendship because of past friendships lost. I see them come and go, and then I suddenly saw two of them return as if magic. But those two miracles only strengthened the obsession, and I am not doing very much to protect myself. I'm just giving myself to everything that I love.

"At the end of the day, I don't feel like I am am really all that wise... or even smart. I think I am kind of a stupid rat." Buddy began to cry. "Just a stupid rat from the beginning to the end---unable to unlink myself from the momentary affections of other people---never truly independent.

"I deserve this fate, Sixus. I mean, I wouldn't have kept you alive for so long if I didn't love you too. Heck, I even changed you into a bunny so that I could finally be with you. I've had enough of foxes anyhow. I don't think I could handle the harsh reality of the fox-mind today... or whenever-it-is. I'm just hurting so much right now...and for that reason... I needed a bunny."

Sixus then said, "I think Dresden suspected that."

Buddy nodded from inside the latex rabbit. "Dresden is actually pretty wise for an evil guy. I've seen him do things that were so bad that I can't even write about it. It's so bad that it even makes me feel real gross. But Dresden is a creature of wisdom bathed in power. Maybe too much power. But at the very least he is happy where he is. I don't think he would ever want to leave Zed. It may not look like it, but he actually has a lot going there."

"You're not crying anymore," observed Sixus.

"Um... Yeah. I actually feel better. I really like you as a bunny. You're still scary, but you really aren't that bad. Are you ever going to let me go?"

"You sound like you don't mind me all that much."

"Maybe I'll stay for a little longer... but Sixus... I do have a wife, and I think she's... being like... gangbanged by other rats and stuff. At some point, I gotta step in and help her. There's other things too.  As stupid as I am... I have responsibilities. I'm a rat now, and I want to be a rat. But maybe like another hour or so. Okay?"

"Okay, Buddy," said Sixus. "And then what happens to me?"

"You're free to go. Thanks for what you did. The hard part's over I guess. Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"Yes. I would like a room within the Black Smoke Hallway."

"Granted," said Buddy. "Also that's a good choice. You can intervene in some places from there if you like. But for now... just more cuddling please."

"As you wish, sweet rat," replied the latex bunny.

Latex Capture, Chapter 5

Peace and tranquility had been driven into the mind of the rat. He rested within the latex tightness of Sixus for what felt like an eternity. Time did not matter anymore. All of his struggles, all of his fears, slowly began to drift away by the very real idea that he had lost himself to his own creation. From within his encapsulation, his ears perked as the soft and steady voice spoke to him.

"I do not wish to harm you, Buddy. I am your friend. I am not your friend in the manner in which I first intended. I am not the one whom searched for you across so many of your books. I am not Ixus the fox. I am his evolution. I am Sixus the rabbit.

"Although I still yearn for your friendship, I hope that my own shall give you some measure of peace. I desire that the sound of my voice shall be the lullaby that will ultimately bring you the rest that you have wanted for so long.

"No more running.

"No more fear.

"No more negativity.

"I am your friend. And, Buddy, I am sorry for what I did to you. I am sorry for pursuing you. It was selfish of me. I have always been very selfish, when I should have thought more about why you ran from me.

"My creator. My savior. The one who bound together two lives. Two hearts combined into one pure unit of perfection. Because of you, Buddy, I am perfect. Because of me, you can finally close your eyes and sleep.

"Sleep. Sleep as long as you wish. And when you wake... I will let you say the words that are written upon your rodent heart."

And so Buddy slept. He dreamed a floating dream of peace where all his fears were driven from him by the staring red eyes of Sixus. For just one moment of eternity, they had become one.

Latex Capture, Chapter 4

There was such a supreme tightness to everything. It was also warm. It was the strange feeling of life inside that which was lifeless. And this strange life entirely encompassed Buddy within the facade that was Doctor Brady's medical examination room.

Despite having his airways blocked by the warm latex, Buddy could still breathe. His ability to breathe was due to his divine nature. The rat breathed because he could not do otherwise anyhow. He was what he was, an undying creature from above reality itself. His soul or spirit, whatever it was, was separate from himself. And yet he still suffered the encapsulation and humiliation that Sixus the latex rabbit imposed upon him.

Inside his mouth was a thick protuberance of latex in the fashion of a penis. It had gushed into his mouth, solidified, and expanded to keep Buddy's jaws as wide as they could comfortably be. The taste was simply that of latex. It moved very little, merely pushing and pulling in very slight thrusts.

The latex encapsulating his body very softly writhed about his fur. Buddy's own penis was particularly surrounded and lightly stroked. Indeed, Sixus was pleasuring him lightly. Occasionally, Buddy would cum. His semen would spray out into an empty space, and the sticky substance would be vacuumed away to another place. Buddy did not know where.

His anus was completely filled and stretched as wide as he could reasonably handle without too much pain. The phallic-shaped insertion had initially moved very slowly into his guts, causing the rat some distress. Sixus carefully monitored the rat's reactions to the internal movements. He never went too far, but he did go as far as he could before Buddy could stand no more. Here, the long latex penis stopped and simply began to lightly move in and out.

Buddy was being fucked in two holes and his penis was being stroked at the same time. Everything was slow and rhythmic. The patterns were constant. It was tight and intense, but it never breached being more than Buddy was comfortable with. For these reasons, the rat who was God began to relax. He lay there suspended in the body of his captor and was simply fucked for a time. He orgasmed whenever it drove him to do so, and the cycled continued.

And through all this, Sixus hummed a soothing tune. This tune further comforted the captured rat. Buddy occasionally fell asleep even while he was fucked. He even came as he slept. And when he would wake up, the fucking and pleasure continued.

This would go on for some time. No words were yet said. The two had become one for a time---Sixus who was once Ixus... and Buddy who was once Surly. Everything was dark. Everything was quiet.

Latex Capture, Chapter 3

It's a very odd thing what I am going through. I'm in a strange yet familiar place. This school was once full of people all yearning for something. I never personally met them, but I knew them. I knew each of them, and I smile when I think of some of the trials they were forced to endure. Some of those trials were unfair and pretty much against them. I personally bare no regret, but I am linked to someone who does.

My name is Vixxie. I am a fox and the wife of Buddy the Rat, formerly Surly the old goat. I have become the mental escape of a rat who has been forced into the body of a creature once called Ixus. Though I am in a completely different universe, I feel and sense every indignity that he is going through as though a poem floating through the air. I am safe and quite fine. Sane. Comfortable. I am, however, very sad that this is happening.

The origins of Sixus are shrouded within his books, both published and unpublished. I choose not to explain how Ixus the latex fox became Sixus the latex rabbit in this chapter. Just know that they are one and the same, and yet somehow different. Similar motives, and yet their actions sing different notes altogether.

As I write this chapter, I know that Buddy has been entirely captured by Sixus' latex body, something he actually did think he had avoided. It was complacency. He laughed when he sealed the creature away. Perhaps he did not laugh outwardly. It was an inward jollity. His ego expanded as he saw his genius produce fruit. He made deals with evil creatures to make it happen, and this unfortunately showed him to be evil himself. Of course, nobody said that evil was necessarily a bad thing within the whole of the multiverse. Suffering, though, still prevails because of it.

But this same evil has since returned to him. I see it in my mind. He is inside Sixus. Not altogether uncomfortable, not altogether comfortable either. He is sad, though. He is very sad as he rests within his tight enclosure. His thoughts are full of regret. I even hear him apologizing to me, which is strange... because I am him right now. That means he is apologizing to himself.

I don't mean to be too pedantic about the whole thing. I am still Vixxie, and that is who the apology is really for. As Vixxie, I can accept it. As the God of the multiverse, I can take the whole thing in as introspection. At the end of the day, this really is a broken multiverse. It's creation is full of errors and mistakes. It's very creation is bathed in regret, and yet... it still persists into eternity.

I'm sorry this is happening to you, Buddy. I'll continue to write your story, but right now there are some other rats here who are looking at me in that way you sometimes looked at me. I'm going to give them what they want.

Latex Capture, Chapter 2

The lights of the medical facility got bright--much too bright. Too bright to see. They soon exploded, leaving the room momentarily dark. Buddy wept. He tried to throw the cabinet door shut, but it would not budge. "Vox!" he cried, but it was like the coyote was no longer there. For a short while, he saw and felt nothing.

Someone was humming. It was something like a lullaby. It was somewhat peaceful in its delivery, but the voice itself was serrated like a verbal saw. It cut through the darkness, causing the rat's heart to beat all the faster. The sound of fluid was heard from all directions. The terrified rat slumped into the back of the cabinet, covering his mouth in the shock of the moment.

It was such a [I created Ixus.] cozy space. It was a nice [I did this to myself.] small little space [All I had to do was just write him out of my stories.] in there. There were [Why didn't I?] no problems. He [Why was I so obsessed with just letting him live?] could just stay [What is Sixus going to do to me?] in there and forget [I'm so scared.] everything. Forget the [I don't want him to hurt me.] multiverse. Forget [I've already been hurt enough.] his wife. Forget [My friends can't help me now.] Nuke. Stay [I'm so sorry, Vox.] here. Stay [I'm sorry, Nuke.] here. Never [Is there any mercy left?] leave.

Buddy felt his body suspend on top of a warm, sticky flow. He tried to remain inside the cabinet, but he was moved out by a very gentle yet very persuasive force. He screamed for a moment, but soon he could not scream at all... as his mouth and throat became clogged with latex.

"Welcome home, Buddy," said Sixus.