Vixxy Wishes to Speak

Surly has explained to me about my past and some of the things that has happened. I understand that I died, although I don't actually remember dying. A lot of my memories are fuzzy before I woke up in this relaxing room. I do remember Dagget and how he was lost to me. I remember Surly being the elder of our village. I somewhat remember traveling with Surly through a hallway made of black smoke, but, other than that, I feel like I've just sort of been reborn. I've started over.

But I do appreciate the context of it all. Surly went through a lot of trouble to bring me back from the dead. I don't even feel like I died at all now. I'm alive and enjoying my time here in this very small world.

We do have a lot of sex. Surly likes to use a lot of harsh or lewd words when he talks sexual to me. He enjoys saying "fuck" and "pussy." I always tend to be a little overwhelmed by it. I've tried to convince him that there must be a  nicer way to say these things, even in his stories. But he explained to me that the use of the hard words are a matter of stress relief for him. He does seem stressed quite often, so I guess it's okay if it makes him feel better.

Surly is into a lot of different kinks, many more than he is willing to write about. He has been spending a lot of time trying to teach them to me. A lot of them gross me out, but he really pushes them on me pretty hard. He tells me that I can get into them in time if I keep experimenting. Although this has worked on a number of acts, I still can't get used to putting my tongue inside his bottom. Just writing this now is difficult, but he's been telling me this whole time to just write my feelings without worrying what he thought of it.

Surly actually walked through the door the other night. I saw him walk into another person's bedroom and come back with a little plush animal--a deer with a bow on her head. She is really adorable. He told me that the world he was in had been recently nullified. This confused me, so he further explained that there were still people and places to go, but nobody was really moving or doing anything. They were like confused ghosts. When I asked if they could be saved, he said that he had no real interest in saving them. This made me sad.

I want everyone to know that I am happy here. Surly does sometimes make me uncomfortable, but he is always there for me. He is always showing me a lot of attention. Even when he tries to get me to do something weird or gross, he gives me time to figure it out and learn. I really do love him. I'm actually getting a lot of pleasure in my life.

Surly told me he hopes to find Jason again so we can have a threesome. I do like the idea of that. It sounds like a lot of fun, but I would only do it if Surly was there. He told me that he was a fan of what he called "spit-roasting." That's when you have one guy in your mouth and another guy in one of your back holes. The idea does make me a little uncomfortable, but I also find it exciting. I would do it for him.

I do slightly remember Jason. He seemed very friendly and calm. I could talk to him, and he seemed like he was listening. I do hope I see him again.

That's all I can think of to talk about. Thanks for reading Surly's books. He explained that when people read his books, it causes the realities to be more real... or something like that. He's laughing at me so I'm just gonna stop typing!

~Vixxy the Fox

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The Strange Things I Find on My Laptop

I'm not always fucking a pretty fox. I spend a lot of time making contact with people in other worlds. I have in my possession the only laptop in the multiverse that can do that. I also use it to write. Not sure what I would do if it stopped functioning properly.

I have internet. I'm not completely sure exactly which internet I have. I've done what I've could to research the internet and see who I am making contact with. There seems to be a mix of humans and animals. My main contacts are humans who like to believe they are animals... called Furries. This, at first, confused me [we're talking about many years ago here], but over time I began to see what was going on, and I rather find the idea of it all attractive. I mean... if you think on it, you're all simply pretending to be creatures who are your natural betters after all. It is all in good taste.

One of my illustrators--that being CB634--is not actually into this sort of fetish/lifestyle. This surprised me, but I rather formed a respect for him. Although I am still not completely sure how it works, my contact with him seems to produce some sort of avatar, a human one I think, that he makes contact with. I sometimes wonder if I am writing this avatar into existence in the same way that I am capable of temporarily placing myself into my own stories. Although I do know the name of this avatar, I think exposing this name within this blog feels inappropriate, and there are very few things in my life that I find to be as such.

My connection to the internet has also formed for me a number of "friends" I can chat with. The human avatar, at times, makes contact with them based on my own writings, likely a journal I keep to myself. These "friendships" do not always work out. In fact, some long-lasting ones can suddenly fall apart. I'm only vaguely aware of why these unfortunate things occur, but I suppose not everyone can form relationships with a hedonistic old goat who communicates by proxy. I'd probably drop my ass too.

I have rarely gotten communications from people who feel I may be becoming delusional. But I am uncertain if these heart-felt assertions are even intended for me. They always seem like they are directed through me than directly at me. I sometimes feel like I am missing the full context of the message. I do suppose that there is a distinct disconnect between myself and the people reading my books. They might actually think this is all some sort of act perpetuated by someone in their own personal dimension. Seems reasonable enough. Though I'm not sure what I am getting for it.

To the latter statement, I mean that I am not benefiting financially from any of these book sales. I'm a goat wandering around a multiverse. What do I need with money? In fact, I'm not completely sure where the sales for these books actually go. Perhaps the avatar? It's hard to say. I often question why I continue to do these things. Maybe I'm just trying to remain relevant. I mean... the last several books I wrote were an attempt to engage a magical rite. I wasn't trying to make money.

As for me, I am still hiding away in this tiny room. I'm having a lot of sex. It's all a bunch of wet, sticky dripping sex. Vixxy and I are having a blast. We do plan on leaving this place but only when we both feel like it. There's got to be a reason for anything we do. That's just how things work for me.

I would also like to mention something about Club Lexx. I found out recently that the world got unbarred for me recently. I looked into it and saw that it has strangely collapsed like some of my worlds do. Various Christmas decorations were left behind. Nobody was there, although I did find a lone plush animal, that of a reindeer. I worked it into my journal as a means to save what I could of it. I intend to make a brief outing in order to obtain the reindeer. I think this is an actual living creature, despite what it seems to be on the surface.

As usual, I should bother to promote a book I have recently finished. It is called Railroad Towers. Its existence is the pure execution of a rite that had been formed within the Lust Bearer series. Here are some details to help you out:

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♥ It's Been Fun ♥ [Railroad Towers has been published!]

Greetings from the smallest universe in existence. One room. Two persons. Pleasure. Nothing but love and pleasure. Vixxie and I have been taking a long vacation. We've also been fucking. We've been fucking a lot. I've had more fun in the last few days than I've had my whole life.

Vixxie is doing well through all this. We've had little to nothing to eat, but we haven't been hungry. Little to nothing to drink, but we haven't been thirsty. The rules of this universe are born more of a fairy mindset. With a little effort I can produce a dinner and drink for us, an occasional bottle of wine. It takes work, but it's still possible.

Much of the talk is sexual in nature. She let's me go on and on about some of my fetishes. I was reading a few chapters from "Pack Rats of the Inside." She was curious about the bad ends. This is the idea that someone can reach a bad conclusion to their lives, yet they seem to perpetuate in some sort of sexual manner. The idea made her shiver, yet I could sense she got horny from it too.

I told her about my fascination with anal sex. She liked the idea because it felt strange and unnatural. She likes it when I dominate her. Our sex is becoming kinkier and kinkier. We're trying different things. It's all very mutual and fun.

While we rest, I like to work on my books. I managed to finish one. My connection to your world, such as it is, is still intact. I was able to make contact with an editor, and he has assisted me greatly in making a supreme version of my newest book called "Railroad Towers." The book is now published, and it shall be my pleasure to present it to you.

My life, as it is right now, could not have happened if it had not been for the spell executed by this book. Vixxie and I are one. We are fucking like horny animals. We can't get enough of each other. If you read this book, you shall only be helping the cause. It is not my finest work, but it was something that needed to exist. I shall endeavor to bring you more information in time.

One last thing: I wish to extend an apology to to one Jason of whom I have known for quite some time now. I abandoned him on impulse. I did promise him that we would travel together after leaving Railroad Towers, but I left him behind for purely selfish reasons. I do somewhat regret the action, and I hope that we will meet again someday. I am very sorry I did that to you, Jason. Best wishes as you proceed into Zed. I'll be watching you closely in my own way.

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A PLACE FORSAKEN BY GOD

Flint Mercer is a white fox who thinks he is only moving into a new apartment with his mother. However, he is about to step into an entirely different universe. Railroad Towers is more than a building; it is an entire world contained within a single structure, and as Flint is about to find out, it has a long and obscured past behind it.

As Flint attempts to take control, the very same building he lives in will begin to fight back. Monsters, false gods, and beings that want to see him subjugated will do all they can to ruin him. But through it all, a being far higher than him watches over. As it turns out... that being is me.