The Naughty Officer

Upon finding my way through the void that inevitably led to Scritch City, I may have neglected mentioning that I was promptly arrested by two police officers. One was a male German Shepard by the name of Officer Benson, and the other was a lovely female fox named Officer Dakota. Benson was a sort of by-the-book policeman. He kept citing regulations and such to me. Dakota, on the other hand, was pretty much flirting with me from the beginning.

Even though I was clearly allowed into this place by Miss Silky herself, I was still expected to be taken to the Scritch City Police HQ by these two. I was even placed into a cell. (This was actually the place I noticed the green fox, by the way. I was coming in as he was going out. I think I might have gotten his cell.)

I got to talking with a few of the other inmates. There was a rat, whose name I forget. A kangaroo named Adrian who seemed to be a bit... violently drunk. There was a small fox in there as well, but I have forgotten her name also.

I never felt too bad about my situation. I had obviously been given permission to be there, so I supposed that this whole thing was just a temporary measure until Miss Silky could make sure of my safety. I was right about that, by the by. But the reason I am bringing up this little adventure at all is because of a sweet little encounter with that Dakota.

I had a feeling that it was going to happen. The cell I was in had a certain smell to it already. Officer Dakota swaggered in with that grin she always seemed to have when she looked at me. I asked her how long I was going to be in there. I believe she replied, "As long as I want you here, honey."

"A threat?" I said with a grin.

"Never been with someone like you before," she told me as she began disrobing.

I'll just come out to say it. Within the next minute, me and this lovely fox were fucking right there on the cell bed. Everyone in the other cells could see it, but I wasn't too worried about it. That fox had a way with me. She probably had a way with everyone. Who knows? Maybe this was a welcome message from Miss Silky herself.

"Bad boy," she whispered into my ear as I was rammed deep inside.

This was beginning to seem a bit more like an exotic vacation rather than an unwilling internment. Officer Dakota took my load without a single complaint. Not sure if I had the ability to make her pregnant, us being two different species and all, but she did not seem to care either way. After it was all over, she nuzzled with me a little while and then left me alone.

I heard officer Benson yelling at her a little while later. He called her unprofessional and other such names. I chuckled knowing that nothing like that would ever stop her from screwing with the men she was attracted to. I was released soon after and given instructions to meet with Miss Silky at the Railroad Club. Everything about my current situation was arranged after that.

Before I close up my blog, I have an upcoming interview with our mystery person. (Not the green fox, but the one behind the strange text I got the other day. It was mentioned in the previous blog.) Seems he knows something concerning the whole Railroad Towers transition incident. Not sure exactly when this interview will take place, but I'll be posting the results as soon as I can.

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Scritch City at a Glance

Just as an update to the green fox situation, I did learn his name. I spoke with him again; however, he still wishes me to keep quiet about him and his business. The good news is that he has opened up the future for a possible interview. I really do want to respect his privacy. I'll provide more information when I have it, but, for now, I am very optimistic.

Miss Silky has apparently been promoting my blog around Scritch City. Right under my nose too. I had no idea she was doing that until a few animals at the Railroad Club informed me of it. This may provide me with more of a stable position within the city than I had previously expected.

Scritch City is primarily a hedonistic society. It's ruled by an upper class of which I have somehow been integrated into. The city is split into two halves: east and west. To the east, all authority comes down from Miss Silky herself from her base of power, the Railroad Club. This is not even a secret. Everyone knows it and it is accepted.

The Scritch City police is under the authority of Miss Silky. Although it is still privately managed by Commissioner Spencer, a bulldog. There job is to keep the peace in particular areas of the city and make sure Miss Silky's wishes are managed correctly. I know this sounds a tad corrupt, but I've not really seen a real problem with this. It seems to work quite well so as long as you remain in good standing.

The west side of Scritch City is mostly out of the hands of Miss Silky. It is under the control of a goat man known as Baphomet. He operates his own club known as the Tailhole Club. I have never been there personally, but I hear that the place is a glorified den of hedonism. Miss Silky tells me that she has a working relationship with Baphomet. She leaves him alone, and he does likewise to her. I do intend to visit the Tailhole Club later just as soon as I can do so with personal safety in mind.

So the original idea for this blog was to tell of a personal experience I had with a police officer by the name of Dakota, but I got a bit lost in my description of the city. And I suppose it was something I needed to do anyways. I'll get to Officer Dakota in the next blog.

Also, while I was writing this, I got a very interesting text message from someone who may wish to speak with me. He wants to keep his identity secret for now. I already spent a little time speaking with him and intend to pursue the lead very soon.

Before I go, I want to keep plugging my new book which has much to do with this fine city. It's called b.t. and it is available in multiple formats currently. Here is some information:

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Sadly Denied

As the title suggests, I was unable to acquire an interview with the green fox. I really tried. I even communicated with him over text. After a little bit of haggling, he finally gave me his official statement:

Looking at your blog, you have an odd fascination with green foxes. While I can't blame you for that, I have to decline the interview for security reasons.

I can't say that I have entirely given up. Where it is true that his green color is very peculiar, there seems to be something special about him. Security reasons? Interesting. But I have no proof one way or another. I can't seem to get any farther with him at the moment. Don't even know his name. Regardless, I have to move on.

One interesting bit of news comes from the famous Railroad Club owned by Miss Silky. Apparently there has been some confusion concerning me on that front. I got some odd replies in my message box which suggested that I was someone who I wasn't.

I popped over to the Railroad Club to figure out what this was all about. Miss Silky introduced me to someone with a very familiar name. There was a human there who played the trumpet during their evening shows. His name is Buddy. Some people have been confusing this man with me. But it makes some sense, I suppose. I author my books under the name Buddy Tippet.

Seemed like a pleasant fellow. We talked for a bit and traded cards. We had a good chuckle over the similarities in our names. Actually, our personalities are quite similar. Maybe we are bred from the same sort of stock. Who knows?

When I asked about his past, however, he was less than forthcoming. I believe his exact words were, "There are some things best left in the past. And even if I were to tell you, I'm not sure either one of us would understand."

Confusing words, to be sure. But I could hear the conviction in his voice. He knew what he was talking about, so I left it at that. At the very least, I was able to write a blog about the differences between him and I. I look forward to more conversations with Buddy.

Once again, I want to point out that I have a new book out for sale. It is called b.t. See how the title is lower case? That's me being avant garde. Hehe. Here is some information as well as the cover... which never seems to display correctly:

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My Eternal Search

Hello! I'm living in Scritch City now. And with my life comes a very notable agenda. I am in search for something called Context. I thought of it in a dream. I actually have no idea what it is, but I am sure it will show up eventually. That is neither here nor there, however. The point of this blog is so that you, the humble reader, understands the singular situation that I find myself in.

Scritch City is an amazing place filled with both humans and animals. It is rife with corruption and chaos but still somehow balanced by surprisingly strong forces. I feel safer here than at the last place somehow. But I still strive to be as careful as I can. Nevertheless... I cannot divulge the exact location within Scritch City where I currently live. I have been advised to keep it all a secret in case dangerous foes choose to shut me down at the source. I am a busy writer after all and must promote my books from my little hidey-hole.

My main contact within Scritch City has been a very interesting feline woman by the name of Miss Silky. She seemed very willing to assist me to where I currently reside. I was able to ask her about the meaning of the city's name. The term "Scritch" refers to a rather strange practice of lightly running a set of claws or nails over a small section of someone's body. It's an action intended to show affection in something of an animalistic sense. This city seems to be heavily about contact. Being the hedonist that I am, I intend to explore it in the deepest ways possible.

A lot of interesting things happening as of recent. A strange green fox has turned up nearby with a rather bizarre story to him. I'm hoping for an interview if he will give me one, but he has, so far, seemed a bit shy. I'm not even sure that he has even noticed me. Perhaps he'll see this blog and take note of it. I'll keep trying.

There is also an officer of the police force, a Miss Dakota. A friendly sort of vixen who I chatted with briefly after my arrival. I'll get to her as soon as I can.

There is also the matter of a certain creature who calls himself a "crux." One of the more fascinating individuals that I have ever met within the whole of my career. He has agreed to meet with me, and I'll get to that post as soon as I can.

But then there is that ever growing spark I have for the mysterious Context. What is it? What does it do? Why is it called Context? Only time will tell. I'll find it someday, to be sure. But for now, I would like to announce that I have a new book out on the press. It is called b.t. Here are some details:

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How Many Goodly Creatures...

As I walked through the nothingness of this void, I lighted upon a bench where was a hollow, and laid me down in that place to sleep; and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a feline adorned in purple. She stood before me and smiled in a way that comforted me. But something about this comfort frightened me in that I had not asked to be comforted.

"Do not fret," she said as if sensing my apprehension. "I am not going to harm you."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Silky. You may call me Miss Silky."

"Have you no other name then that?"

"I do not. It is the only name I possess, unlike yourself who has four names."

I knew of what she spoke and accepted her words at face value. Miss Silky was a very pretty woman and much of my fright left me once I gave in to her kind words. "Thank you for coming," I said.

"I was already here," she corrected. "You came to me in misery, and I felt compelled to comfort you. What has happened to you, dear friend?"

"There was a place called Railroad Towers," I said to her openly. "I went there with three of my friends, a Tiger who devoured me, an Otter who masturbated, and a Bird who was open yet closed."

"And then what happened?" asked the feline.

"And then a storm came and trapped me within the tower. And I was lost there for over three months. I became frightened of all the things that wanted to hurt me, control me, and use me to their own ends. I tried to leave but could not find the first floor. I hid under my bed, and the darkness devoured me. I am dead now, and you must be God."

"Far from it," she said in a sweet voice. "But I may be your savior. I have within my abilities a way to deliver you from this void."

"But is it safe on the other side?" I asked.

"Nothing is ever safe," she replied. "But if you are careful, you shall find your path once again."

"I do not wish to be lost anymore," I told her with tears in my eyes. "I want only a single path. I want only to explore once and that my decisions would be made in permanence. I want to be mortal and to thrive as a mortal should in a world of my own making."

"It shall be done," said Miss Silky. "For the world beyond the door is one of your own making, and it was made for you to explore. The volatile actions of gods and demons have been set aside to make way for your coming. Go forth, young creator, and seek out the new world."

And so when the dream was ended, I opened my eyes and saw before me a door. Upon the door was written the letters:

b.t.

I stood up from the bench and took hold of the knob. Looking back to whoever it was reading this blog, I smiled, for I could see who it was clearly. I looked into those eyes and said, "The storm is over. A new world has been found. And here is where the real adventure begins."

Turning the knob, I opened the door and walked into a city. It was Scritch City. It was going to be my home. It was my home. It has always been my home. I know this... for I am now awake.

Stars, hide your fires...

Where...










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                                                                                              is...





                                                                                                                                                                                                                  help...










                                    gone...

Where am I? Where did the world go?