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.

My Name Is Risto

My name is Risto. I have only just arrived. I have a vague recollection of my thoughts not being my own. That's okay. I am actually fine with this.

Hello. How are you?

I'll be blunt with what I am trying to do here. I have come a long way, and with the help of a lot of people, to find God. It is so very surprising to be in a world where God seems to be in control, and yet He does not seem to be physically present. I have heard so many stories of the physical presence of God, but I have never actually seen Him. It's a bit of an obsession of mine.

I have heard that God has taken many forms. A human. A goat. A rat. He has written many books. I have only seen a few of them. I have had a little trouble finding them. I do want to read them all.

My mission, however, is not to read His books, but to find Him. It is an obsession. I won't stop until I find Him and then pledge my loyalty to Him. It's really as simple as that.

As far as who I am (I hope He is listening), I am canine. I am about eight feet tall. I work out a lot and am very strong. I know how to fight. I enjoy the act of protecting others, especially if they are people of worth. And I imagine that there is no person of greater worth than God Himself.

If You can hear me, I do pray to You. I offer You prayers every day. As powerful as I am, I consider myself infinitely weak compared to You. I only ask that You accept me as Your servant so that I may, in some manner, help You.

Risto. My name is Risto. Please help me find You, Lord. I promise to accept You as You are.

Vixxie Tales #15

This isn't really about me. I just didn't know what to title the blog. I have a really bad feeling about Buddy. Something has happened, and I just got really sick all of the sudden.

Leeto is here with me. He came in and started talking to me. A lot of it was gibberish. I think he has lost his mind a little, but oddly... I don't know how to explain it. He seems like he is clearing up.

We recently found out something that was kind of shocking. Apparently Leeto is the son of Buddy. Buddy is actually the mother. I know that's kind of crazy, but it's true. Buddy somehow birthed him as a female like me. The father is someone from another universe named Doctor Brady. I've never met him.

The crazy thing about this is that all the evidence of this occurrence had been out there for years, but nobody realized it until a friend of ours named Fluke explained it. And now Leeto is kind of realizing it too. Buddy did not even know this had happened, which is crazy since he was so involved with it.

Leeto is basically a product of rape. When Doctor Brady had sex with Buddy as a female, Buddy was not a rat, or a goat, or really anything at the time. He might have been human, but I'm not sure. It was recorded in a very, very old blog on this site. And as strange as it was, it just sort of got forgotten.

This might explain why Leeto can see and hear so many things that he really shouldn't. He is the actual son of a God who controls an impossible number of universes. That's crazy, but it is still somehow true.

Leeto would actually be considered Buddy's first son. Charlie is his second. It's not the same with Charlie. Charlie was altered to become Buddy's son, but there was no birthing other than through Buddy's imagination. It's a bit more like an adoption, I guess. Leeto is actually Buddy's physical son.

Having learned this, Leeto's mind is settling some. I actually want him to get better. He's kind of cute in a weird sort of way. I've been doing what I can to talk to him and make him feel better.

Once again, I do feel like something bad has happened to Buddy. I can't eat or sleep right now. I'm upset. It almost feels like he died or something, which I know is impossible.

Buddy, if you're out there, please come back, call, or just do anything to let me know you're still with me. I love you so much.

I Saw Trees

I cannot remember exactly the amount of time that has passed. Time does not seem to have any meaning here anymore. I do, however, remember details.

I saw trees.

Green plants that shot off into the sky. I used to lay down at the base of these things and look up towards the tops of them. They were fascinating things, these trees. I rather enjoyed them.

Try as I might, I cannot see them anymore. They don't exist. Not even in my dreams do they exist. It's really quite a sad thing. It's one of the things that makes me frown from time to time.

Of course, I saw other things as well, but it was probably the trees that I miss the most. They were perhaps the very soul of this planet's ecology. I heard... or remembered... that they provided the world with a breathable atmosphere. How very nice of the trees.

As it turned out, there was no real need for them. They were, in point of fact, in this world just for show. They were only there as a means to make the many people here happy. But without the people, there's really no reason for the trees.

And besides, I have things here that are every bit as good as trees. I have friends. The trees were never really my friends. They were just pretty things that made oxygen. What do I need with that today?

All I need are friends. That's all.

Also while I've been having this quaint little discussion, I have noticed that you've been listening, Buddy. I don't mind it. You've been listening a lot to what I've been thinking and the things I've been saying. That's perfectly fine. I rather enjoy your company anyhow. We don't spend quite as much time together as I'd prefer. Tune in as much as you like. In fact, I would really like it if you'd just stop by.

Of all the friends I'd ever wanted to make, I'd prefer it be you. You are, after all, so very interesting. I'd even go so far as to say that you are far more interesting than I am. I like you. And since you seem to be listening to me, I can only assume you like me too.

No strings.

You can stop by anytime you like. We can talk about the trees, friend.

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/