Vixxie Tales #8

I am so sorry for not writing these blogs. I've been taking care of Surly. He showed up one day just covered in wounds. Like he was really hurt! I even think he was shot. He was acting like he didn't care, but I could tell he was really upset.

I don't think he was really hurt. I undressed him, and he really did look awful. The only thing was that he didn't seem to be in any pain. I just don't understand how he could have gotten hurt like this at all. I always saw him as an impervious creature. I mean... isn't he God? Can God be wounded?

I touched one of his wounds, and I asked him if it hurt. He only shrugged. Still, he was depressed. He told me he just wanted to lie down and forget about everything. I asked him what happened, but he didn't want to talk about it. This mood of his continued for a long time. It was affecting me about the same, and, because of this, I haven't had the energy or will to write a new blog.

Over the weeks, his wounds disappeared. The bleeding stopped on the first night, so I didn't have to worry about that. He spent a lot of time in the shower. I always went in with him to make sure every part of him was thoroughly cleaned. Yes, we have a shower. Um... It's hard to explain. The room is getting bigger. It's been only one room for a long time... and over the last month or so... it's gotten bigger. It's beginning to feel more like a home than just the room of a brothel. The neon is still everywhere though. Without it's constant hum, I'd probably lose my mind.

Surly still worked on his current book. He never skipped a beat, but it did nothing to change his mood. He always got up after finishing a chapter and just looked awful. He isn't taking anything out on me. If anything he has been very caring and compassionate to me, but his mood is the same. He's really hurting, and I don't know why.

I get the feeling that the stuff he works on when he leaves is really important to him. Like... it's becoming a working part of who he is. He's risking himself for the sake of whatever the mission is. And honestly... I'd really scared that I'm going to lose him.

It doesn't make any sense. I'm married to the God of the multiverse. How could I lose him? I'm the most likely to be lost; he lost me before. I'm the weak one between the two of us. But the very idea that Surly can be lost scares me to death. It just feels like everything will just fall away into nothing. If I cease to exist, will anything I ever saw, touched, or felt even have happened? I'm teary-eyed just thinking about it. I don't want to think about it. I just want Surly to be better. I want him to smile. I want him to make love to me with that wonderful and wise sparkle in his elderly eyes. I miss it so much.

I hope he isn't upset with me for writing this. I just had to. The whole thing has been bearing down on me so hard. I won't be promoting any specific book this week, but I will leave a link to where you can see his collection. Please have a look at his creations. He needs your support.

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Vixxie Tales #7

Last week was surprising! I met an otter! It was an otter like in my dream, but he was actually really nice. His name was Lenny, and we spent an entire day together. Or... Actually when I say the word "day" it's kind of a habit. There aren't really days here. There are no windows. All I have is the neon lighting which I can switch on and off if I need to sleep. Sometimes I leave it on though. When the humming stops, I get a little uncomfortable.

Anyways, Lenny was brought in here by Surly on one of his returns. My husband spent most of his time on his laptop working on his next book. So Lenny spent a lot of time on the bed with me, and we talked for a long time.

I do want to say, though, that I am a little limited in what I am allowed, by Surly, to say about the things we talked about. I checked on some of the things, and he gave me a list of off-limit topics. It probably had to do with spoilers for the books he is working on, but I'll still tell you what I can.

Lenny came from a place called Freiheit, although he originally came from a place he called "The River." He's very small and curvy. There were some otters like that in Apple Blossom Village. Lenny had a sort of childlike way that he composed himself. He told me I was very cute and sexy. He also very clearly told me that he thought it would be fun if we could have sex, but he wasn't sure if Surly would allow it.

But we did, and Surly let it happen. In fact, my husband was watching much of it with a smile. The otter was very eager with sex, but he was not in any way mean or hurtful. He kept checking on me to see if he could keep going or go harder. And even when he went harder, he never went too hard. I liked it.

After he came, he wanted to cuddle without pulling out. I held him against me as he cooed and enjoyed being inside me. It was surprisingly cute. Lenny then told me that he wanted to bring me back to where he was living, which wasn't in Freiheit. I am not allowed to say where, but, of course, I belong to Surly. And I wouldn't leave my husband anyways.

Lenny may be pervy and hornier than he probably should be, but he is actually not a bad person. Also it was fun having sex with an otter. I'm glad I had the experience outside of a dream. I hope I get to see him again someday.

Surly is gone again. He's been in and out so often, and I spend a lot of time in the room alone with Clara. I'm fine though. I really am. At least I have you all to talk to from time to time.

Surly really wanted me to promote a different book this time. I am a little embarrassed. I may have posted the cover of "Platformer" too many weeks in a row. I only did it because it was his last book, but he explained that it had been far enough time to start cycling through his books again. So here is a promotion for his first "Lust Bearers" book:

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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.

Anyways, that's it for now. I want you to consider looking into Surly's most recent book "Platformer." Here is some information for you:

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Vixxie Tales #4

I am really happy Shawn O'Toole spoke directly to me in the last blog. Did you see it? He seems to be a very important figure to Surly. Oh, I don't mean to talk to you in the third person, Shawn. I am talking to anyone else who is reading this also. If it makes a difference, I want to personally thank you for responding to me like you did.

Surly seems to have these two very particular people who comments on his blog. One is Shawn O'Toole, and the other is listed only as CB634. From what I understand about the latter, he is an illustrator for Surly's books, but I don't think they have ever met. Although Surly can weirdly talk about him as if he had actually met him. I don't even know what animal CB634 is.

Another thing about CB634 is the name. The number 634 is a number very important to Surly. He sticks it into his stories whenever he can. I assume this is just a hats-off to his illustrator. It makes sense. Surly is very appreciative of people who have worked for him in his writing career.

Having spoken with him in the few blogs I wrote, he seems really small and sweet. He is super polite and humble. It kind of reminds me of when I first met Dagget. He was like that too. He was shy but very polite and sweet to me. That's why I liked him so much. Things just ended up going bad later on when the pressures of life got to him.

Like I said, I have no idea what animal CB634 is. Maybe he can tell me, but only if he feels like it. I'm super curious. I have the same question for Shawn O'Toole, but I don't want to pry if they want to keep their anonymity.

Shawn O'Toole actually saved Surly's life once. Surly was overworked and had forgotten something really important concerning a monster that was chasing him across his books. Shawn reminded him of it which steered Surly in the right direction. If Shawn had not had spoken, Surly might have been seriously compromised. I know it's strange for God to be distracted, but he was busy trying to bring me back to life at the time, and that took precedence over the monster.

Most of Shawn's comments tend to be less direct and more like he is talking to himself. He would often refer to Surly in the third person. Surly never minded this though. I even asked him about it, and he said something like, "That's just how he is." I admit that I had a difficult time with it myself, but at least I was able to get a more personal response out of him. He doesn't seem like a bad guy.

Other than those two, nobody ever seems to comment on these blogs. I asked Surly if he knew of anyone that was reading it, and he said that he knew of a couple. I also asked why he even had a blog if his stories were really the whole of his worlds. Surly was a little bit cryptic with his answer, but I think he was saying that the blog helps keep the magic of his written stories stable. They hold them together until they can exist on their own. This then made me wonder: What if this blog stopped existing?

Surly doesn't seem to mind too much of the blog just disappeared one day. It's like the blog has to exist now, but it can fade away later on. It's a sort of supplementary magic that is intended to be limited in nature. I still don't fully understand, but I do believe he knows what he is doing.

Surly is doing fine, by the way. He is still going out a lot. I played HYPNOSCREEN for a little while yesterday and got really horny. He showed up and interrupted it, telling me he had to do some writing. I was a little flustered at this because I wanted to have sex, but he said it would have to wait. At least we did finally get around to it.

That's all I got for today. Please consider buying his new book "Platformer." I'll put some information below about it. Thanks for reading!

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Vixxie Tales #3

I've been playing hide-and-seek with Clara. It's terrible fun. Clara doesn't actually move much when you look directly at her. She might move her head a little just to look at you, but other than that, there is no actual movement. Her voice just sort of comes from her. Her reindeer lips don't move.

Clara mostly walks around when you aren't looking. You can't hear much when she does. She just sort of ends up in a different place. A while ago, she asked if she could hide and I could find her, and I thought that would be fun, although there was one thing that happened that I'm still confused about.

We had done it a few times. I would look away, and when I looked back, she had disappeared. One time she was standing perfectly still behind Surly's open laptop. It was amazing that it took so long for me to find her. The top of her bow was just barely showing over the back of the screen, and that's how I found her. When I peeked over the screen, she turned her head to look at me and said, "Hello, Rudolph." Oh, I know another blog explains it, but she calls everyone Rudolph. I don't think she can help it.

We did this a number of times. Strangely, I would always look under the bed first, but she always picked a different place. But there was one time when I decided not to look under the bed first, but that was when she picked it. When I checked, I did not see her at first. I crawled under the bed up to my waste and finally saw her. This is when the strange thing happened.

She turned her neck to look at me, and I was overcome with a heavy weight. I went limp and just lay there. The skin under my fur was briefly like pins and needles, and then everything just became cloudy and strange. I know this may not make much sense, but I even felt stupid. Like I wasn't smart anymore, but not in a humiliating way. At the time, I wasn't really upset.

There was also this sense of deja vu. I felt like this had happened a bunch of times, but every time it ended I would just forget about it but only to remember it when it happened again. But this time, I remembered enough so I could write it down.

For about fifteen minutes after it happened, I felt numb but relaxed. I could only see Clara's feet cause my vision relaxed along with my body. I couldn't even get my eyeballs to move. It was just this perfect, peaceful collapse without sleep.

And although I am unsure if I imagined it, I feel like I saw Clara walking towards me with full range of motion. She stepped up to me and pressed her plush body against my head. She did not say anything, but I thought I could hear her hum a little here and there--not music. It was mostly like, "Hmm," or an occasional swallow sound which I am not used to hearing from her.

After that, I don't remember much. I was laying in the bed as Surly was coming back in. He looked like he had been in a fight. His clothing was all dirty and bloody. I asked him if he was okay, and he just shrugged it off and undressed. Clara was on the table next to the bed and just staring like she always does. Surly asked me how my writing is going, and I showed him the last blog I wrote, "Vixxie Tales #2." He told me that he wasn't uninterested in hypnosis, but that he was just tired from all the stuff he had been doing lately. It came with a kiss and an apology.

Even though I am not sure what happened with Clara, I don't really feel bad afterwards. I didn't tell Surly about it, but he always seems to know stuff ahead of time anyways. I'll let him see this blog when he comes back from another one of his outings.

Oh, I wanted to say something to one of Surly's friends, at least I think it's one of his friends. I don't know if this is out of line or not. In my last two blogs, Shawn O'Toole replied to them, but he did it in sort of a distant way. He was talking more like Surly was writing this, and he even weirdly called me his secretary. Did I write it badly? I wasn't writing Surly's blog as much as I was doing my own on his account.

Maybe, I just misunderstood, but he seemed to talk more about Surly than about my own creative writing, and I just don't know what to make of it. So, Shawn O'Toole, if you are reading this... Hi. My name is Vixxie. How are you? I'm a red fox, and I live in a small room floating out in a void. I was wondering what you thought about my strange hide-and-seek with Clara. Let me know all about it when you comment. ♥

Also, I have to keep promoting Surly's new book. I read "Platformer," and I think it is really exciting and fun, but also sometimes very dark. I really liked the Susan character, who is the bunny on the cover. Here are some details:

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Vixxie Tales #2

For a while, Surly was experimenting with hypnosis. His interest in it fizzled a little bit when other things started happening, but we still talk about it when he stops by. I actually really liked it. I kept wanting to push it further and further to see what sorts of things I would get into. You'd be surprised! The idea of it is really fascinating.

I kind of wish he had not let the interest slip, because I was still into it when he drifted away. I found it relaxing. The idea that someone can take control of my thoughts, the way I think, is very attractive. I still play that game HYPNOSCREEN sometimes when I want to, I guess, do it to myself. It's not the same without Surly telling me to play it, but I still think the game is pretty fun. And it is a game too. There are objectives and everything, but some of them are self-imposed. It's done that way because the game wants to encourage your own personal compliance. It's making you consent to your own hypnosis. Really well done. I don't know who made the game, but they did a great job.

I was sitting up for a while before me and Surly fell asleep. I was thinking how my friends back in Apple Blossom Village would have taken to hypnotism. It was a pretty innocent place, except for some occasional bullying. I was thinking about if Surly, who was our town's elder at the time, had brought us all together and taught us about aggressive hypnotism. Would we start doing it to each other? Would it become a game we all played? Would it turn into something sexual... or just remain an innocent thing? It's hard to think of things not sexual anymore.

They wouldn't have understood the game. We didn't have computers in those days. We lived in a world that was empty of more modern things. We were primitive, but we didn't know it. The air was always cool, there were no storms, and we just sort of existed in a temperature controlled environment of color and smiles. It's in stark contrast to this dark room with neon on the walls, The air is crisp enough to live in, but I do wonder if I will ever see the green outside again. I miss the village.

I think about Dagget too. We were never really dating, but I think we might could have become lovers. Although Surly tells me that sex is not really something that belongs in a child's book, I think it might could have still happened, but Surly wouldn't have written it. We would have done it in a dark place and nobody would have to know. Or maybe it wouldn't have happened at all, because we just weren't that sort of people. It's hard to say... now that everything is so different.

Surly just came back. He's tracking snow into the room. I better wrap this up. Check out his new book, "Platformer." Here's some info:

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