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.

Latex Capture, Chapter 1

It all started in the office of Doctor Brady. Actually it was his former office in Scritch City. Doctor Brady had left Scritch City a while ago. The building had been taken over by someone else, but at present nobody was actually in there---that is to say, nobody who was supposed to be there at the time. And it could also be said that this was not the same doctor's office as the original. It might not have even been in Scritch City at all... just the interior of a building with no outside. A tiny universe the shape and size of a place built for another place and time.

In this building were three entities:

1. Buddy the rat. The God of the multiverse. He was presently hiding inside of a cabinet full of medical paraphernalia. He was scrunched up in the fetal position. The sliding door that housed these things was closed, leaving him in the dark. He was trembling and terrified of one of the two entities standing just outside.

2. Vox the coyote. Tall, stoic, and presently showing a look of extreme aggravation. Even so, he stood still like a sentry, although he had no intention to help his Lord. Buddy had given up that right on purpose. He was only there because Buddy wanted him to be there.

3. Sixus the rabbit. A strange being of white latex who never blinked. His eyes were glowing orbs of orange. The inside of his ears were also orange and curled backwards behind his head. The rest of him was the simplified mold of a lagomorphian form. No real noticeable joints from one part to the next. He was naked and had absolutely no visible genitals between his legs. The strange being stood before the medical cabinet in which Buddy was enshrined. He smiled constantly.

"Buddy, I know you're in there," said the rabbit in a soft, emotionless voice.

"No, I'm not," came the muffled voice of the rat. It sounded sad and whimpery.

Vox crossed his arms and sighed. He stared at the latex being without speaking. He was merely there for nothing more than to stand by his master. Sixus ignored him.

"Buddy, I would like for you to come out and spend time with me," said Sixus. "I have been trying to find you for a long time. I think the time has finally come."

"Please leave me alone," whined the rat from within the cabinet.

"Are you really not coming out on your own?" asked the being. No response. Sixus continued, "I have trapped you, Buddy. You are lost within a section of your own narrative. I have captured you. To remain inside that cabinet would not make any sense. I am willing to wait, but I would rather you simply come out and meet with me, face-to-face."

"That's fine. I can wait," returned Buddy.

Here, Vox suddenly spoke up with a modicum of annoyance in his voice, "You did this to yourself. Why belabor the narrative any longer? Sixus is here."

Sixus momentarily regarded the coyote before returning his steady unblinking gaze back at the cabinet door. "I am not angry or annoyed with you, Buddy. Please, do not fear me. I want us to come together and enjoy each other. That is all."

"You're gonna do bad things to me, though!" whined Buddy.

Sixus cocked his head to the side, still staring at the little door. "Perhaps. But what choice do you have? Besides, have you not removed yourself from your friends? I will not pursue them. I only desire you."

"Is there any chance that you can just go away and forget about me?" asked the hidden rat.

"I do not think so," said Sixus. "No. I will never forsake you. I will never forget about you. Please come out. If not... then I shall wait until you do."

Buddy said nothing to this. After some silence, Vox spoke through his teeth, "Mister Buddy, there is no point to you staying in there. Do as you like, but Sixus has you captured."

There were the sounds of whimpers for a minute before the door slowly slid open. Buddy's sad face poked out, looking up at the latex creature. In a quivering voice, he said, "I really don't want to do this. I'm having a really bad day. Please have mercy."

Sixus cocked his head to the other side, still smiling, never blinking. Slowly, he lowered down, bending his knees with no trouble at all. Staring endlessly into the eyes of his rodent prey, the latex rabbit replied, "I shall not."

Vixxie Tales #16

Wow! How things keep changing! I dunno how I keel putting up with all this. I have some really weird things to go over today. Some of it will be hard to understand, but I'll do my best to explain everything.

My name is Vixxie. I'm the wife of Buddy the rat who is the God of the multiverse. He used to be Surly the old goat, which is how I first met him, but he recently changed. (Gosh, this is so weird to type right now. Easier than I thought it would be, but still.)

Anyways, because of a sudden and somewhat awkward incident involving a creature which I can't exactly talk about right now... Buddy is gone. He's just gone. He'll probably come back, but right now he's gone. I'm currently in Freiheit in a very abandoned Crossroads Academy. You might have no idea what that is if you haven't read my book "Pure Potential," but it is what it is.

I am here with a few friends of mine: Risto the jackal, Leeto the cock-sucking bat, Clara the talking dear plushie, and Fluke the tanuki seems to be floating around a little. There are some rats here who have taken the place over. It all seems like everything went apocalyptic around here. We had to get away from where Buddy was because we might have been in danger. My safety is actually really important... for Buddy's sake.

And here comes the weird part. I'm actually the acting avatar of God right now. Hi. Yes, I am basically Buddy, but quite also actually Vixxie. I'm writing all this through her while Buddy-Actual is temporarily indisposed. By the way, I fucking love being female. All these guys are looking at me and stuff. I'm a total perv for it. It's great.

The rats set us up with a room, and I got the laptop set up here so I can keep working on stuff. It is actually a semi-hostile environment, I admit. I'm not too afraid. I am a little afraid. Mainly because bad things could happen to me, although I don't think I'd be killed or anything. It's just that the rats are all staring at me, calling me merchandise and stuff. It's hot. (Actually, its pretty cold, at least on the outside.)

Anyways, that's all I got for you (mostly). Risto is looking out for me, and Leeto is being a slut as usual. It's all good. I don't actually know what is happening in Scritch City right now. We all sort of left in a hurry. The creature that was going after Buddy was sort of fucking with the continuity of that universe. Like... it was literally cheating the laws of narration, so there was no point in sticking around.

If I can put that into better perspective, imagine if a creature, a monster if you will, was able to keep rewriting the story from the outside so that there was nothing you could do--like delete characters such. You can deal with something like that, but it is a real trial and not something we really wanted to handle at the moment. That's why we got out, leaving Buddy behind to pretty much just get subdued by it. But I am here... and I am Vixxie. I am standing in as avatar of God, while the rat has probably bad things happening to him.

And don't worry about Vixxie. I am Vixxie. I'm kind of both right now. Sorry if this is still confusing. I don't think I had a better way of explaining it. Either way, I am on an adventure now, and I'll do my best to keep communicating. Thanks for reading!

My Friendly Creation

Risto found Buddy the rat inside the local clinic. He came with friends, but they soon left him there along with his God. The tall jackal stood by with a look of loyalty in his eyes. A grin was on his lips. "My Lord," he said softly. "What is it that will be expected of me?"

The chubby rat on the table and giggled with glee at seeing his imaginary friend come to life. "You've said that before, but not to me."

"I did, although I think I was confused."

"Get used to that. I'm often confused. Every time you speak, you are taking a little inspiration from my own mind."

Risto grinned. "I like and appreciate that, my Lord. I exist solely for your pleasure."

Buddy blushed. "Oh, but you should take care of your own pleasure too. Come on. You gotta enjoy yourself. Promise me you will be a good hedonist for daddy rat."

"I promise," assured the jackal.

"I mean... Gawd. Look at your bulge. I bet you're hung as hell."

"All thanks to you, my Lord."

Buddy giggled, enjoying Risto's loyalty, but then the rat became somewhat grave. "Look, Risto, I'm about to get into trouble. I might end up somewhat indisposed, and I don't know how long or bad it will be. I kind of want to keep it away from my friends so they don't get into trouble. I need you to take care of my wife and two sons. Can you do that for me?"

"What about the one called Fluke?" asked Risto.

"Oh, he can take care of himself. You know he is a deity, right?"

Risto appeared thoughtful. "I think he may have told me, but I had somehow let it slip. I suppose I have been very focused on you."

"Like I said, get used to being confused from time to time," returned Buddy. "In fact, it might be okay to embrace it once in a while."

"I love everything that you are," said Risto passionately.

"As far as Fluke, ask him to fill you in on the rest of my books. He might be able to get you some copies to read."

"I would love that. There are some stories I have missed."

Buddy nodded with a long sigh. "I'm not really worried about Scritch City. I don't know if its going to survive or be lost, but either way is fine with me. If you think you can help restore it, go ahead, but if you find yourself in any immediate danger, use your power to make a swift exit. Take your friends with you.

"Also embrace hedonism. Live for pleasure. I want you to experience all forms in my name."

"I will do so, my Lord," said Risto. "Thank you so much for giving me such opportunities, but I want you to understand something."

"Yeah?" Buddy smiled softly.

"Is there any way at all I can save you from whatever this bad thing is?"

"I don't want you to. I've done this to myself. Stay back. Don't interfere."

"That's what you want, my Lord?"

"That's what I want."

Risto took a step back. "Know that I will always be at your service. Please call upon me at any time."

"Thank you so much. And also... yer so fucking sexy, Risto. I'm so fucking gay for you."

Risto grinned and nodded proudly.

No Intelligence

I did what I did for Charlie, but in changing what I was, I sacrificed a lot of my intelligence. I became a rat who was more in tune with his baser instincts. I knew it would be this way. I guess I rather craved the fun the lack of intelligence would bring. But now I am finding it hard to concentrate.

I don't think there is much I can do about this. I'm barely even able to function anymore. I've been shot in the face so many times that I barely have enough brain matter left to even keep this world together. I don't know what to do. But one thing is for certain. Something really bad is about to happen. I don't know what it is, but it's going to happen.

Back when I was human and a goat, I could have dealt with this problem. It would have been tough, but I would have muddled through. But I can barely even write this blog right now. I can't even tell if everything is spelled right. How am I going to deal with this? What will it mean if I lose? Should I just give up?

I tried to call my imaginary friend Risto to help me. I may be putting him in danger too. I'm putting all my friends in danger. Even my wife. Leeto, who I just found out was my son, is in danger.

Doesn't anybody feel it? Doesn't anybody see what's happening? Buddy is about to lose. He's about to lose everything. I'm about to lose everything. Help. Somebody help me. I don't want to become irrelevant. Please don't let all the things that I have done lose their meaning.

What's the point in living in a world that has no meaning?

Help.