Mercy

Vytal has managed to find work consistently within the Church after eir first gig with them. Church sermons are accompanied oh-so-nicely with eir own organ playing, and (mysteriously) it seems that all of the other candidates have found themselves either on the outs with the Church or busy with other matters (for now, at least). A few favorable interactions with Oleander also seemed to help smooth things quite nicely, though Vytal was beginning to find the bun a bit simple. Indulgences in vic...

For the past 29 days - funny, it's usually only 28 - life had exploded into the city streets. Feverent fucking seemed to just be a normal part of life for the past few weeks. At times, things felt as though they were to be pure insanity as common sense flew out the window in favor of following those primative instincts to make like a rabbit and multiply. And despite everything, multiply they did. The month following Matentines, the life born into Burrowgatory was of a new kind. ...

The greed doll easily slipped through the church halls with expert navigation as she reached the room where spare nun habits were stored. Once her size had been found and grabbed, she headed into a nearby changing room with lockers to store her belongings. The greed doll easily stripped off her oversized knitted sweater, long skirt and the shirt underneath before neatly folding them to store inside the locker. Her socks and shoes would remain on as well as her undergarments. She had left her ...

A little over half the buns that worked at the church of sulfur would knock before entering a room. It was polite, of course, to notify those inside that they had company. It also kept buns from interrupting important business, whatever form that may take. A little under half the buns that worked at the church of sulfur did not knock before entering a room. Their entrance was notice enough. When the door to Mercy's of...

There were Mochi Moon parties happening throughout Burrowgatory but none lit a candle to the exclusive party held at the VIP lounge at Wonderland Casino. Here, its proprietress Angora, brought out the most expensive bottles for her elegant patrons and friends, along with the freshest mochi that Dan made specifically for them. While not one to entertain a partying crowd, he came on the insistence of Shibani and Dove. Unable to resist their pleading doe-eyes and, ...

As a general rule, Kuro does n o t imbibe. He drank when he was a younger bun, certainly - by the bottle full. Those were years when he could afford to swerve his motorcycle across the road and around the burrow streets and end up dragging his drunken tail into his home. Of course, it's not that his body has changed significantly, as succubuns are gifted with long and hard to end lives, but it's a mental block! He's old dammit - or he's going to act like it, at least! Ignore the fac...