Vixxie Tales #6

I thought it might be fun to let Clara write a blog. Only... Clara doesn't move very much. I doubted she would move enough to type things out. Also her hooves are very wide and cottony, so it wouldn't really physically work anyways. So I asked her if she wanted to dictate a blog out to me. She didn't seem like she was sure what I was asking, but I explained it the best that I could. I told her she could say anything she wanted, and I would write it down.

Clara then asked me who was going to read it, and I told her that I didn't really know. I only knew of the two who always respond... but that they would read it and maybe respond back to her. So she agreed, and this is what she told me to write:

"Hello, Rudolph. My name is Clara. I live with two others. What sort of dreams do you have, Rudolph? Are they good dreams? Are they bad? Do you like them to be good? Do you like them to be bad? Can you tell me, Rudolph?"

[She waited for a while. I think she thought she was going to get a response immediately, and I explained that she had to wait until it was posted. Ugh. She still didn't understand. I told her to just keep talking.]

"What are you doing now, Rudolph? Are you alone? Are you with someone? Are you naked? Do you have an erection? If you are with me later, will you enjoy putting it in the hole under my tail? I don't mind if you do, Rudolph."

[Once again, I caught her looking at me as if expecting there to be some sort of answer. I told her to keep going.]

"I hope I hear from you, Rudolph. It's very quiet in here when I am the only one talking. You are very quiet. I don't know anything about you, and that makes me sad. Can we be special together, Rudolph? Can we enjoy Christmas together? I don't mind if you stick in your penis, Rudolph.

[She pauses for a bit.]

"Hello?"

[I sigh and tell her that she did good and that was all I needed.]

"Okay, Rudolph."

Ah. That was not as fun as I thought it would be. All she really did was ask a lot of questions and talk about people putting penises in her. Admittedly, Surly has done that to her a lot. I guess this blog won't be as interesting, but maybe I'm wrong.

If you have anything to say to Clara or to answer any of her weird questions, just write them in the comments and I'll read them to her. I'll write down her answer if she has one. That's it for today.

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Vixxie Tales #5

Oh, I am very sorry for missing out on last week's blog. There was a big ol' thing that happened here. I couldn't get to the laptop at all. I'm not supposed to talk about the details, so I'll just leave it at that.

I had a really strange dream a couple of nights ago that I've been thinking about a lot lately. In the dream, I felt like I was a mouse. Even stranger, I think I was a boy mouse, standing in the middle of basketball court within a city I was never in before. I wasn't even sure of what to call it until Surly explained it to me.

I remember the rumble of nearby cars (but I never saw any) and the honking of horns in the distance. I was alone, and I had a backpack on. I had a shirt on and some shorts, but my shirt was very torn up, almost completely ragged. I didn't feel like I had been hurt or anything; I was more just lonely and confused.

I felt like there was somewhere I was supposed to be, but maybe I had gotten lost and didn't know what to do. I sort of just wandered around the court a little, feeling really anxious.

And then, very suddenly, I was not alone anymore. There were three otter boys wearing orange shorts. They were cute, but the look on their faces were mean. They were chuckling as they approached me. I just stood there because I didn't even know where I was supposed to go.

One of them grabbed me by my shirt and yanked me close to him, so that our eyes were locked. I was scared, but I still could not think of anything to say or do. I just looked at him, and he gazed back at me with a mean grin. And then he kissed me.

It was strange because it felt gay even though I'm really female. But I felt like a confused boy in my dream. I don't know how else to explain it. It just felt that way.

After the forced kiss, I felt a little dizzy. I wanted to ask him why he kissed me and why he was acting so mean, but I didn't get a chance. He balled up his little fist and punched me. And when I fell to my back in shock, he leapt on top of me and began beating me up. The other two otters joined in. They leapt at both of us, but they were all focusing on hurting me than each other.

I feel like I screamed, but I couldn't hear anything but my own whimpering--nothing but grunts and whines while I tried to scream. And all the while, they were just pummeling me. I don't think I felt real pain, but I acted like I was being hurt and badly bruised from the treatment.

During the violent bullying, I felt my clothes pulled off. A lot of it happened when I was trying to get away. I was being grabbed all over, and when I felt my penis get exposed, I felt so humiliated and embarrassed.

I saw one of the otters run away with my clothing and my backpack. I held out my hand to stop him, but I just got punched in my face again. There was nothing this little mouse boy could do.

The two remaining otters stood above my beaten body and pulled down their shorts. They then proceeded to pee on me as they chuckled. I could hear them saying mean things about me, but I can't remember their exact words. When they were finished, they walked away and left me there, alone and naked in some basketball course.

I remember I was crying. I sat there, hugging my knees and wondering what I should do. I felt like I had lost everything. But then that one otter, the one that had kissed me first, came back. He came over and sat next to me. He still looked mean, but he wasn't trying to do anything.

This otter pointed at me and then at himself. He then formed two hooks with his index fingers and linked them together. I think he was trying to say that I belonged to him... and so I nodded. He nodded back... and then I woke up.

Like I said, I don't remember feeling pain. I just felt humiliated and helpless. I felt dirty too. I don't know who those otters were or even what they might represent, but I do know that, for some strange reason, I liked that one otter... even after what he did. I don't know how else to explain it.

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