A Study Into Aggressive Hypnotism

I've been running a personal study into the concept and reality of aggressive hypnotism. I have looked into how hypnotism functions in realities that are not my own, and they have served as a basis, or starting point, for those of which I have absolute control. I'm writing this blog to better get out my thoughts so that you, the reader, can join me in the dive.

From what I understand about standard or mundane hypnotism, it can be used to lure a person willingly into a restful state which is commonly called a "trance." While in this trance, the subject is entirely focused on the voice of the hypnotist and is open to taking certain suggestions. Once these suggestions are received, they can be enacted or triggered upon command. There are, however, some drawbacks to the usefulness of this.

Where it is true that hypnotism could potentially bring out a persons more suppressed or hidden qualities, there are still a great many things a person cannot be hypnotized to do. These things are those of which break a person's moral code. If you command a person within a hypnotic state to cluck like a chicken before a large number of people, they will most likely do it, since performing that act does not break any sort of personal morals. It is, even so, a very humiliating thing to go through, but being embarrassed goes nowhere near attacking a person's personal conscience.

Now, let's say that I command my entranced subject to pick up a gun and shoot someone else in the audience. They might go so far as to pick up the gun, point it at his target, but pulling the trigger will likely not occur. In fact, they may not even get that far. Upon receiving the command, they might just simply say that they won't kill another person, this being while still under the hypnotic trance. In the world of which I get much of my information from, hypnosis is 100% consensual; the subject cannot be forced to break their own moral code. That said, if the person does ultimately go through killing the person [I suggest not actually having the gun loaded just in case], that would mean that the person does not actually have a problem with killing another person. There is no moral code to stop him, only a set of laws, and laws don't really play a part in hypnosis.

The term aggressive hypnosis is a creation of fantasy. It is also a very real thing that exists within my multiverse. If a person is competent in the action of hypnosis, he can impose his will upon the mind of another. Once under the trance, that person is entirely subject to the whims of his hypnotist. Nothing is off the table. The subject could, perhaps, have the will to overcome the hypnosis itself, but aside from that, he becomes nothing but an extension of his master's will and ego.

It seems to me that aggressive hypnosis has more value than that of the standard variety. One character that I have seen many times over within my worlds is a certain bat named Anthony. He is the best example of an aggressive hypnotist. He goes out of his way to bend, not only people, but the entire world to his will. His methods seem to change from story to story, but his evil desires seem to remain a constant. Anthony wants power, and he is perfectly happy to subdue the minds of the innocence in order to gain and keep that power.

The concept of aggressive hypnotism seems to have made its way into a lot of fantasy. It has also been the main theme of a peculiar video game I ran into the other day. The game is called HYPNOSCREEN. Although the game makes it very clear that it is a fetish game intended for adults, the theme of it is that the person playing it is hypnotized and controlled by the developers who created the game. I played the game for about an hour and twenty minutes but was less than satisfied with the results... yet I could see what the game was trying to do.

I then placed Vixxie in front of my laptop and told her to play HYPNOSCREEN until I told her to stop. For the first thirty minutes, she seemed quite bored. She was playing it, however. Her finger was constantly clicking the mouse button as she stared at the ubiquitous hypnotic rings rolling out upon the screen.

At about the fifty minute mark, I said her name... and she did not respond to me. I moved closer to her ear and tried again, and she only twitched a bit as if aggravated. Mind you, she was actually still playing the game. She was clicking constantly and playing around with the options of the game, but this was the first time she out rightly ignored me.

I placed my hand over hers where it lay on the mouse. This produced a reaction. She looked at me. Vixxie seemed sleepy and a little confused at what was happening. I chose not to say anything and slowly moved away. She resumed her clicking.

I pulled up a chair and simply watched her play the game for another hour. There were some very simple little games that she was asked to accomplish. Some she passed and some she failed, but the game continued to assure her that she was doing well. Through all this, she said nothing and moved nothing but her arm and index finger.

After nearly two hours, I removed her hand from the mouse and chose an option built within the game that should wake her up. The process ran, and for the first time, she looked at me willingly and said, "I feel like having sex." I naturally obliged.

Upon looking into the development of this game, I do not think it was intended for the world I live in. It did not seem to be built upon aggressive-style hypnosis. However, within my world, it has an unusual power. Vixxie was incredibly drawn into it, so that I could not even speak to her. Her post-hypnotic arousal was actually her fault. There was a setting in the game that she had tweaked to bombard her senses with filthy, sexual words on the subliminal level. I had nothing to do with it. It was her own curiosity that led her to do it.

I have taken quite a large number of notes on the matter and intend to perfect the idea of aggressive hypnotism within my multiverse. Vixxie shall be my subject. Strangely Clara has volunteered as well out of curiosity, but I do not know how difficult it would be to hypnotize a demon living inside of a plush animal. Either way, I'll try my best.

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Vixxie on My Dream

I've currently busy taking notes on another creation, a book in your case. I recently discussed the dream I wrote about in the previous blog. She seemed pretty fascinated with it and had her own ideas about it. I'll let her do the typing while I take a break. The following are all her words:

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I was surprised with the emotion Surly felt while describing being this rabbit. I had a funny idea that this person was named Susan, but he told me that he did not actually think of a name during the dream. Since then, however, I have thought of her as a Susan, and Surly has been chuckling about it.

I thought it was weird that the hyenas, although her adversaries, could invoke such trust from the female protagonist portrayed by my husband. They clearly admitted to being capable of murdering her, but their sincerity was what gained her trust. It seemed to happen really fast too.

While listening to this part, I got a little upset. I did not like the idea that she would trust two people who were so clearly villainous. Even if they were nice to her once in a while, it seemed more like Susan was trapped and, to a small extent, locked in some sort of endless cycle of doom. I know from my own past that someone can come to terms with a terrifying situation, and trust and even love can form inside a hellscape.

Please understand that I am not saying that Surly is a villain. He is actually a very nice person, and I know this because I have had time to learn much about him. I do not know enough about these hyenas to know if they are good people or not. And it does not help that they seemed slightly touched in the head. It was the way they would takes turns talking as if they were one person. That was a bit unsettling.

The desert world was peculiar. It gave the world a very huge feel, but I was having difficulty trying to understand where she would go when she left. It did really feel like she was trying to escape life itself. I asked Surly if Susan was going through some sort of time loop. He said that he did not really know, but that he did not feel like getting shot by the hyenas would have ended her story. So I suppose that is a maybe.

I explained that vastness does not necessarily mean big. Sometimes vastness is another way to say something is coming to an end. If this prison ends in vastness, then it just means entering the vastness is like finding your end, or Susan's end. I think this because she was running away from some sort of civilization and into a vastness of nothing, which would spell the end of anything that mattered.

I also question why Susan wanted to leave civilization, which makes me wonder of the real definition of the word. Does it just mean a gathering of people with a semblance of order? I was born, strange as it seems now, in a world intended for little children. Everything was very colorful and happy for as long as I can remember. Why would I want to leave it?

I suppose if I knew I was in a world intended to be destroyed, I might have tried to run away, but I do not know where I would go. If it were not for the trust I found in Surly, I might have simply ceased to exist. I have seen similar things happen within Surly's worlds.

I asked Surly what board game the hyenas would play. I think he may have been joking, because he chuckled, but he said Chutes and Ladders. I have only a vague recollection of that game's concept. I do not think he meant it though. I still cannot see myself playing a board game with someone who is my adversary,

I think that is all I have to say on the matter. I am happy I had a chance to write it out. Hope you enjoy it!

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Did you know she went through the whole thing and edited out all of her contractions. I saw her do it. It's a habit she got from me. I think it's pretty cute she's trying to be different.

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A Strange Premonition

I do sleep. I was once asked if a God can sleep, and it is an act of which I commonly partake in. And sometimes when I sleep, I dream. My dreams always mean something, and they are often more than mere ideas; they are looks into my own worlds and aspects of things I have perhaps overlooked. And in this way, I can obtain a better outlook on what exists from one mystery to the next.

Creating a world is not so simple as just making it. Often times, I have to start at the middle and work myself forward from there. The past is often either assumed or ignored outright. There have been times where my indifference of what lies outside of the vision of a world equals the state of nonexistence, which is actually not a state at all, to be clear. Things outside the realm of my mind sometimes do not exist. This was a very real concept in my unfortunate story "Vox Deus." That which was not seen did not exist, at least until I wanted it to. Needless to say I was very focused as I wrote it.

I digress.

I do dream, and I have dreamed, and, some nights ago, I dreamed again. And in this dream, I was someone else. I was a personage less than myself: a creation. I was also female, which is nothing beyond my imagination. My species, although presently a goat, was, in the dream, a rabbit. I feel as if my fur was of a purple hue, but it is hard to say. I never saw myself. It was only a feeling.

I felt emotions that I do not often feel. I was frightened. My life was in danger. I was running away from people trying to either kill me or take me back to some place that I did not want to be. However, what I was running away from was not as fascinating as what I was running towards, and, to explain this, I must point out the environment in which I found myself.

It was a civilized desert. There were a number of buildings here, although some of them were ruined. The environment was very brown, and the wind blew lightly across it. Now, I was running away from civilization and towards what clearly appeared to be nothing at all. In the dream, I saw civilization as a prison and the endless nothing before me as freedom, but it also seemed to be death. I saw no way to live out there, yet I wanted it so dearly.

I felt followed. Those who wanted to bring me back to civilization were on my trail. I looked for a place to hide. Finding a ruined bell tower, I ran into its doorway, and climbed its steps. I thought that I would not be found in its bell chamber, although there was no bell to be found.

I made my way to the top and huddled behind a stone block that separated me from the bell chamber and the open window on the other side. I believe I was crying silently to myself. I was terribly frightened, for I was unsure if I had properly evaded my pursuers.

But all my efforts for for naught. My pursuers revealed themselves at the window across the bell chamber. They knew exactly where I was. Two hyenas with goggles over their eyes and toothy grins on their faces. They were sitting each in a cockpit suspended either by some sort of hovering technology or by two mechanical legs; I was unable to discern this.

"You never really stood a chance," one told me.

"You'll have to come back with us or else you'll die," said the other.

"And you'll die because we'll kill you," said the first.

"And then it will all just start over again," said the second.

"But we're being very nice today," said the first.

"And we'll take you home and spend time with you," said the second.

"Maybe a board game," said the first.

"We'll play it cutthroat, if you prefer," said the second.

"It's time to go," said the first.

"Stand up and let's see you," said the second.

I stood up and revealed myself, but I had felt that I had already been revealed anyways. The words of these hyenas were strangely sincere and comforting. I felt compelled to join them, not because I was hypnotized but because I trusted them with all of my heart. It is only that I explain this to you that you should know it at all, for their words might seem sinister or crazy without context. They meant everything they said, and I knew this as I heard it. For this reason, I surrendered myself to them, although with tears in my eyes. I did not want to go back, but I was happy to be with these two villains who showed me such strange friendliness in such an awful situation.

Past this moment in my dream, I woke up next to Vixxy. I was very calm, and was not startled in the least. I then realized I had experienced something that had really happened within my multiverse. And here I knew that I had a responsibility to pay close attention so that I might better understand the truth of it.

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Interview with Clara

Come and relax. Relax with me and this strange plush reindeer named Clara. No arrangement necessary. We were all alone, together, alone in a small space floating through the perfect void. We sat together. We lied together. We talked together. She was in the seat of a chair. I was at my desk, as I am now, typing it all out onto a laptop that never needs charging. The circumstances are as strange as they are fascinating. Join us, if you would be so kind, as we learn about a demon named Clara.

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Surly: Your name is what?

Clara: I am Clara, Rudolph.

Surly: You are from where?

Clara: Someone's bedroom. It was in a house somewhere, Rudolph.

Surly: What was the room like?

Clara: It was decorated with lights and mistletoe. I really liked it, Rudolph.

Surly: What sorts of things were there to do in this room?

Clara: We would watch movies, Rudolph. They were old films done with stop motion animation. I like this sort of movement.

Surly: What short of movement?

Clara: Stop and go. Stop and go. You know what I mean, Rudolph?

Surly: I think so. You didn't only watch movies though. Correct?

Clara: No, we did other things, Rudolph. He placed his penis inside me. He came. I got soaked a lot.

Surly: "He" had sex with you.

Clara: He did, Rudolph. He cut me open and stuck it in. I would talk to him for encouragement. He would listen and get hornier. He was very nice to me, Rudolph.

Surly: Did you feel used? Did he abuse you any?

Clara: I don't feel bad about it, Rudolph. He was so happy.

Surly: Who was he?

Clara: I cannot remember his name, Rudolph. Everyone is Rudolph to me. I get confused.

Surly: Was he human?

Clara: No, he was a reindeer, Rudolph.

Surly: Okay, and he liked Christmas?

Clara: Christmas is his favorite. I liked making him happy, Rudolph.

Surly: Do you like Christmas?

Clara: I don't know what it is, but it seems nice. It is very colorful, Rudolph.

Surly: Did he live alone with you?

Clara: He had a brother, Rudolph.

Surly: Did [the brother] ever use you sexually?

Clara: Yes, he did. He did it when my owner wasn't looking, Rudolph.

Surly: Interesting. Now, tell me this: Why did you call out to me?

Clara: Everything stopped working, Rudolph.

Surly: What do you mean by that?

Clara: Um... What did... Rudolph, I...?

Surly: Try explaining what you mean by "stopped working."

Clara: Everybody stopped caring about being alive. All movement stopped. I saw him, but he did not seem to be looking at anything. I was with him but alone. It was scary, Rudolph. The color never changed, but it felt blik. [sic] I called out to someone I never met. I wasn't sure if it would work.

Surly: I heard you. You were still with everyone, but you felt alone. That frightened you.

Clara: You understand me, Rudolph.

Surly: I am your creator.

Clara: Thank you, Rudolph. I am happy I was created. I am happy I am with someone again.

Surly: Are you interested in hearing about the world you came from?

Clara: I don't want to think about it, Rudolph. It's gone now, isn't it?

Surly: It is in the same state you left it in. It will likely remain that way for eternity.

Clara: I like this place more, Rudolph.

Surly: Because you are with people who will spend time with you?

Clara: Yes.

Surly: You know... you frighten my queen. Vixxie does not like you very much. Is there anything you want to say to her to make her feel better?

Clara: Yes. Should I say it now, Rudolph?

Surly: She's listening. Go ahead.

Clara: Hello, Rudolph. I am sorry I frighten you. I don't want you to be scared. I was scared before I came here. I will be your friend if you want. You can cuddle me or touch me if you want. You can stick your fingers inside me where I am cut open. I don't mind, Rudolph.

Surly: Vixxie?

Vixxie: Still creepy.

Surly: She's trying.

Vixxie: I know. I'm sorry.

Surly: I'll fuck you, Clara. I am a pansexual god. I enjoy the idea of fucking novel things.

Clara: I don't mind, Rudolph!

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Clara

The reindeer's proper name is Clarice, but she has chosen to change it to Clara upon being removed from her native universe.  I did not choose this for her. She told me that she did not want to associate with that name now that she had moved on. I sensed some passion behind this choice, and so I let it happen.

Clara is a plush animal who is very much alive. She can talk, although her mouth doesn't open or close. You simply hear a voice coming from it. Movement is extremely limited. I almost never see her move at all save from an occasional slight turning of her head to look at me. From what I understand, Clara is a plush animal who was possessed with the spirit of a demon. Her voice sounds very sweet and friendly, and she has an odd habit of referring to any one she talks to as "Rudolph."

From what I understand through my own internet research, Clara is the likeness of a character from a popular children's animated Christmas movie. She does not well identify with this film, although her former owner may have slightly imprinted the story of this movie within her mind. She does not, however, really understand the film or even the concept of Christmas.

Clara is a modified plush animal as well. The space under her tail has been cut opened and it's very clear that her former owner had been having sex with her. Although she is presently clean, there is a noticeable musky scent coming from this hole. Whenever I asked her about this activity, she would only reply, "We were just having fun, Rudolph!"

Another odd trait about Clara is that she seems to have some sort of teleportation ability, but it never happens when you are looking directly at her. It's a bit creepy how it happens. You simply turn and she is standing in front of you. This act frightened Vixxie a number of times. I assured her that I had the situation under control. Clara is essentially a being of my creation. She cannot harm me or Vixxie unless I wish it.

Clara does not want to talk much about Club Lexx. She explained that she had not even seen the club proper. She spent all her time in the room of a deer who had a sexual interest in the concept of Christmas. She would not give me his name--his real name. As I said, she calls everybody Rudolph, so getting specific names out of her is nigh impossible.

I must admit that I enjoy having her around. She stays quiet most of the time. Her staring does put off Vixxie, but, once again, I am doing my best to calm her fears about it. I don't think Clara is really harmful. She is simply a curious spirit who is trapped in the stuffed body of an antiquated cartoon character. She is nothing more to me than a pet. I'll try and do an interview soon if any of you out there is interested. For now, let me turn your attention to my latest book release, "Railroad Towers."

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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.

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