Vixxie Tales #1

Hi! My name is Vixxie. I am the wife of Surly who has been very busy lately. He has been coming in now and again to say hi and have some sex, but he's really just been out more often then not. So he has been leaving his laptop with me sometimes and taught me how to work on the blog. I don't know how to do some of the animations and things he does, but I'll do my best. It might turn out okay.

I am a fox, and I was born inside a children's book called "A Difficult Day for Dagget." Dagget was a very special friend of mine who ended up being sacrificed to a monster to help protect Surly. It was a cruel thing to do, but Surly was acting in self-defense, so I've come to understand and accept it. That said, he did save me from the story after its collapse, and he didn't have to do that. In fact, he has let a lot of people die in a few of his collapse worlds. He said that there was something about me that he was really attracted to, and he didn't want to let me die. It must be love!

You probably already know about me dying and stuff. I don't have a lot of memories about it. A lot of that is a blur. I'm okay now though. I'm living with him in an entire universe that is only the size of a room. While he is away, I've been talking to a plush animal named Clara who can actually talk back! She creeped me out at first, but she is actually really friendly and submissive to both of us.

Right now, Surly has made a very special friend and has been going out of his way to spend time with him. I was asked not to say his name in this blog, but I've decided to be naughty: His name starts with a "C." Maybe you can guess what the rest of his name is. If you guess it, I didn't really tell you, did I?

Surly has been coming back, but when he does, he is really tired. He walks through the door and collapses onto the bed with me. I'm not used to seeing him so tired. He's usually full of energy but still kind of grumpy. He hasn't really been grumpy lately as much as just tired.

He's still taking time to work on his laptop, but it's entirely focused on a project about Jason. But he says that the project is taking so long that he doesn't have the energy left to work on this blog. I'm going to take it over for a while. He told me I could, and he also said that this would not be the first time someone else worked on his blog. A dragon did it one time!

I hope you didn't find this blog boring. I'm a pretty average person, I think. Only Surly thinks I'm special. But I'll do my best to entertain you, and I'll be as open minded as I can. Surly always tells me not to be prudish about anything and to just say how I feel about something. I promise to try. Thank you all for reading!

Oh, I want to promote Surly's new book. I know it says it's authored by "Buddy Tippet," but Surly told me that is the name he had before he turned into an old goat. Anyways, the book is called "Platformer." I'll try and get it to display right. Thanks again for reading!

"Platformer"

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Platformer Has Been Published! [Details Below]

My best friend in all my life is Jason. There is a very specific Jason, mind you, that I am very close to. And right now, it is very clear to me that he is calling out to get my attention. I have decided to help him in this interesting endeavor.

Now, you may have seen that I have not been posting this blog very much. It isn't because of this whole Jason thing. It's because of something else. This "something else" is very important to me, and I don't want to speak too deeply on the topic. I've been a little involved with someone else. Indeed, I have been stepping out from time to time. I still consider this room with Vixxie to be my present home, but I have been stepping out.

The tasks I have set out to do have been rather personal. I am meeting and making arrangements with someone. It's all very hush right now. There will be more about these details later, but I must not speak about things in manners that are not expedient.

In truth, I have needed these moments here with Vixxie and Clara. I'm very tired. I'm just very tired. I can't help but be tired with how much I have placed upon myself lately. It isn't easy. Even for God, it isn't easy. Not everything goes the way you think it will. You make characters that rarely do what you think they will, and, in the end, the book still needs to be published. So I did what I could, and the end is all that matters, I suppose.

You may find it interesting that I have recently published a book. It is a sequel to both "Railroad Towers" and a scene from "Lust Bearers: The Temptations of Pan," although it is really its own story. The new book is called "Platformer." It is within the popular genre of cyberpunk. It is also a universe I have had very little dealing with other than its creation. I didn't touch it... I only wrote it. It is a story that entirely lacks any meddling from myself. I merely started it, observed what happened, and then wrote it down. I wonder if this interests you.

I'll leave some information about the book at the end of this blog. I'm quite pleased with it, but again... I didn't really cause any of the things that happen in the story other than setting it into motion. It's like an uncontrolled chain-reaction. It satisfies me, at the very least.

That's all. I'm presently in bed with Vixxie. I may have her write some of these blogs so that the website does not grow stale. Once again, apologies. I'm dealing with so much.

"Platformer" will interest those who are into erotic games and the idea of getting trapped in them. You can find this book in both paperback and Kindle. Details below:

TRAPPED INSIDE AN EROTIC GAME

Four contestants have been chosen to play one of the most advanced erotic video games ever created in the city of Cy: Platformer. They have to overcome horny crocodiles, vicious gnolls, and even ravaging futa girls in order to win. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, a deadly contest is being played betwixt fox and mouse.

In the real world, the city is on the verge of being wiped out by a virtual virus that kills living people. Jason sets his plans in motion to not only destroy this virus, but also to bring the city completely under his control. 

Who will win the true prize in this deadly new virtual blood sport?

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More Experiments with Vixxie

I cannot begin to tell you how fascinating the whole concept of aggressive hypnosis is to me. I've come to terms about a few things concerning the act, and here is the list:

1. I cannot be hypnotized by my own creations.

2. I have a 100% success rate for hypnotizing others.

3. I can go as far as I want to it, to a fault.

Let me explain #3. As it turns out, divine hypnosis can have effects far and beyond the mental and psychosomatic. It can actually lead to transformations if I push hard enough. For example, if I attempt to hypnotize a fox into becoming a kangaroo (as opposed to just thinking she is one), she may begin transforming into the actual kangaroo. It's slow and strange, but it does work. I wasn't even looking for this result.

Indeed, I ran into this similar issue with Vixxie, and I immediately put a stop to it. I sometimes forget how mushy my creations are. I'm an extreme lover and admirer of strange fetishes. My influence over my creations is quite a dangerous thing. Where I would not mind doing this sort of thing to someone I do not care about, I prefer Vixxie just the way she is. I won't change her.

Nevertheless, putting her into a submissive trance is a lot of fun for the both of us. She was already cute to me. I mean, really, she is like a drawing from a children's book. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what she is. But to see her with her eyes half-cocked, with those precious, moving rings rolling across her sleepy gaze... I've become an addict. I genuinely love her when she's like this... and I already loved her enough to revive her from the dead.

There is a distinct difference between when a girl looks up at you lovingly while she slurps at your cock and when she performs the same act while looking dead ahead in a trance. There's no comparing the two. They're two difference experiences. I pretty much discovered a way to turn my wife into a robotic sex toy.

Of course, I don't always want her like this. And to be honest, I think she likes it. Her meddling with the video game proves that. She was telling the game to make her more slutty, and I had nothing to do with that. In that vein, I'm not sure if this would be equated to actual aggressive hypnosis, but as her God, my influence is still quite strong. I am likely removing all of her will away when I force her into that trance.

You may be curious as to my tests with Clara. Yes, she is a demon. Yes, she is a plush animal. Yes, I have been able to hypnotize her. It does work, and why shouldn't it? At this point, I'm convinced I could hypnotize Maximus himself, and why not? I don't think any creation could resist me. It reminds me of the old "authorial privilege" remarks I used to make through Vox. What is it that I cannot do concerning my own creation?

My personal obsessions do come and go. I'm going through a hypnosis phase at this time. It will pass. Through all this, I am working on my new book. My most recently finished book is presently being edited, and the cover is being illustrated. Please look forward to it.

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Update Concerning Jason

Don't get me wrong. I am still heavily involved in my study of aggressive Hypnosis. Vixxie and I have been heavily involved in the experimentation. I'm not joking when I say that I am having a lot of fun with this. That said, that's not really what this blog is about. I'll probably give a hypnosis update very soon, possibly in the next blog. I need to focus on the "Friend" Jason situation right now.

What do I mean by "Friend" Jason? Being the god of the multiverse means I often have to deal with multiple versions of the same person. I don't normally give them special names, but in the case of "Friend" Jason, I'm referring to the one Jason who I actually became friends with. It's the same one who I later betrayed in a moment of impulse. I've already expressed regret for that in a former blog.

I can't begin to tell you how important this particular Jason is to me. I love him almost as much as my dear Vixxie... who is presently drooling a little a bit. One moment.

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All right. I'm back. Don't worry about Vixxie. It's my fault for writing this impromptu blog. As it turns out, "Friend" Jason has popped back up on my radar. He's become an active interest, and if he is active, I have to get active as well. It means I have to begin writing again. Not that I stopped. I'm actually nearing the end of a new book. CB634 is working very hard on the cover. I'm about to transition from one world to another.

A fresh feeling of love and power is filling my heart. I'm practically dying to do this. But I can't actually start until all the right things fall into place. Clara noticed this in me, or rather she sensed something. The little plush deer seems to be particularly in tune to what's happening inside me. She was asking me about it in the cutest manner possible. I do love her.

Although it feels quite a good ways off, the time to leave this bedroom may actually be on the horizon. I had no plans on staying here forever anyways. I came here to enjoy a second honeymoon. I've lost count how many times I've made love to Vixxie. She's felt me inside her more times than most people in my stories experience sex all put together. It's been a blast, and I'm certainly not done.

But I have to finish this work before I leave. I'm going to stay right here and continue my research and experiments until the time is right. One thing is very good about this though. If "Friend" Jason is on the move, that means he was able to extricate himself out of the hands of Dresden. That did worry me, but I may or may not have fiddled around with the situation to help him through that. I'm not entirely distracted. Whatever the case may be, Godspeed, dear Jason. Do as you will. Be all that you wish to be. I love you.

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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.

I do apologize for my lack of blogs. I've been very busy with my work. I'll try and keep the communications open. For now, why not consider one of my earlier books. The Lust Bearers series is a fine choice for people of various perversions. Here is some information:

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