This Is Jason Speaking

 Buddy, you've been causing nothing but chaos ever since you left us. We took care of you and gave you shelter from entities that were actively trying to hunt you down. That was us, Buddy. We did it for you, because you couldn't seem to do it for yourself.

I remember seeing you in the back room of the Railroad Club. You were in a near constant state of confusion and lethargy. Believe me, I am entirely aware that you are creating these problems yourself, but you are also placing it upon your own creations to solve them for you. That's incredibly irresponsible. If you really have a problem with how we run Scritch City, I would look to yourself first. You made us the way we are.

During your absence, we have had to deal with a number of annoying things that have caused this city more than a few problems. The giant mouse that spawned out of Quentin's old lab is a good example. We were able, through our multi-dimensional research to conclude that this was some event that had been taking place throughout the multiverse. If you had been within our custody, we might have prevented it from happening to begin with.

We also have discovered a lot of other things about you that you may not be aware of. We are not stupid. I, Jason, am not stupid. I know you are really human, Buddy. I even know your real name, although I am not going to type it out publicly like this. I'll find a way to send it to you privately so that you know how serious I am about this.

The Buddy Tippet we kept in the back room of the Railroad Club was also human, even if he really was an avatar of the real thing. We're not asking that the real Buddy join us, we only want the singular avatar to permanently rejoin us so that we can keep him safe. I personally have a strong feeling that you actually want to come back and let us do this. Why else would you have shown up on the fly like you did? All you did was cause trouble. You could have left us alone forever, but you just can't. You're obsessed with this city to a dangerous degree.

You need to come home, Buddy. You need to let us take care of you. I know you must think that you are safe wherever you are, but you're not. I'll ask the council to back off for a short period, but you seriously need to consider your life right now. I'm not talking to your old goat avatar, Buddy. I'm talking to the human sitting at his laptop.

Make a decision. We're waiting, and our patience is not infinite.

An Important Message For Buddy Tippet

This message is to inform the being/entity known as Surly/Buddy Tippet that he has recently broken the laws and statutes within the city-state of Scritch City. The council hereby demands he returns to us to face justice based on our laws.

We of the council are of the understanding that he, under the name of Buddy Tippet, once held residency here. We shall take this fact into account with the intention to be compassionate in our ruling. At the very least, he shall be restricted from leaving this place ever again as to prevent him from causing any more problems for the denizens of Scritch City or elsewhere.

As he likely already has surmised, we of the council have taken temporary control of his blog. We shall allow him to respond in the appropriate area, however, access to his blog will not be given back until he is firmly in our control.

We of the counsel have grown tired of the meddling of one who acts as a god of the multiverse. It is time for him to accept responsibility for his destructive actions and finally act in the interest of all people living within his world.

Please respond in a timely manner.

Vixxie Tales #9

I'm so sorry about that huge blackout for blogs. I had no actual way to write any. Surly's laptop broke. Well, broke is a bad word for it. It was completely destroyed from what looked like bullets. It didn't even turn on anymore.

Surly spent a lot of time trying to get parts of it out. The information was still in there, but it was all mangled up. I stood by him the whole time and helped like a nurse during a complicated surgery. He was very grumpy during this whole time, complaining that he had places he needed to be. And sometimes he would just leave anyways. I would just sit here looking at a broken laptop while completely alone. I never knew how kind of addicted I had gotten to using it while he was away.

I think some of my self-imposed hypnosis has worn off. I spent a lot of time playing games with Clara. Little sight games. Guessing games. It was all very simple, but it helped me pass the time. Clara doesn't actually seem to get bored. She can just sit very still and do nothing for a very long time. It's uncanny. I could never do that.

Surly is definitely going through a rough time, but there is this strange determination that has been building along side of it. He's not really depressed anymore. He's pushing back against whatever pushed him first. And he's angry. Not at me. No, he loves me. He even loves Clara. But something has really been trying to get at him. Whoever it was also destroyed his laptop.

Oh, and he has fixed the laptop. It's kind of messed up, but he said he will get it looking good at new very soon. I asked him if he wanted to take back the blogs, but he told me to just keep making them for a little while longer.

Isn't this a strange thing to think about? Surly is God. He is the actual God of all the worlds he created, yet the people within his world sometimes hate him or want to control him. Surly once told me that they almost succeeded because, at the time, he was extremely confused about who and what he was. Apparently it was the advent of me and my universe that made him finally figure out his identity.

I get the impression that there are really terrible people out there who hate him. They wish he had never existed. They would lock him away forever if they could, and they may be trying. Surly isn't like the guy he used to be. He's a much stronger and sometimes angry God. They don't understand what they are dealing with anymore. There's a passion there now. Though he may often be grumpy, he seems unstoppable right now.

I love Surly so much. I can't even explain it. I don't have the words. It's beyond words. I absolutely love him, and I want him to win out on everything. I want him to put those horrible people in their place. I long for the day that he walks through that door, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Everything is good."

I'll try and keep the blogs going. The laptop is really in a terrible state right now, but he told me he'll do his best to keep it working. And someday, he'll come back. He'll be the one at the keyboard. And you can talk to him again. Thank you so much for waiting.

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.

You can find the complete works of Buddy Tippet by clicking HERE.

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:

"Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus"

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5.99 - Kindle Edition

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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.

Once more, I want to promote Surly's most recent book, at least one more time. It's called Platformer, and it is a cyberpunk science fiction. Here is some info:

"Platformer"

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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:

"Platformer"

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