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.

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.