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The Heavenly Embassy was picturesque at noon when the luminous crystals shone brightest during the day. If you asked any Cherubun, it was a far cry from the Meadow that was surreal and pristine as any place worthy of angels could be. Compared to the rest of Burrowgatory however, it was still a marvel to behold. Cherubuns who left the Meadow after Dove still lingered within the embassy’s protection, visiting their Succubun counterparts at their own pace. Some found the venture easy, heading ...

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten these mushroom chips. A groan escaped him as he curled up into a ball on his apartment floor, shivers tingling down his fur. Rumi was no stranger to strange eats and odd combinations. He had to deal with friends and roommates eating gross abominations during breeding season after all. In fact, he himself came up with some strange things for them to eat in hopes he’d be left alone and focus on his winning his competitive matches in peace. Perhaps thi...

On the outskirts of the Burrowgatory where morning rays crept in, the forest inhaled its first breath. Wild imps scurried through, between fallen logs and mossy undergrowth, and whatever other creepy crawlies passed through as though to beat the dawn that would soon greet them. The air was damp and pleasantly cool, thick with the lingering redolence of yesterday’s rain. Undisturbed by Succubuns and potential demons alike, it was an ideal scene for any appreciator of the outdoors. It’s why...

"Marmaaaaaaaar," a voice whined. Above, the unassuming overcast morphed into something dark and ominous, ready to color the sky with its downpour. A neapolitan Sloth bun tried, in vain, dragging their pearlescant Gluttony friend under a storefront awning large enough to shield them from the rain that began to trickle above. While the forecast called for rain today, Nia thought it would have at least waited until after they were done shopping to happen! Marmalade, the Gluttony bun, held onto t...

Now this was more his style. Arsene watched as buns tackled one another, throwing jabs left and right in their various forms. Those who were in doll form seemed to dance in a way familiar to the pride bun. It was in this cage fighting arena did Arsene find comfort, knowing the ebb and flow of exchanged fists that he could imagine it when his eyes closed. He longed to fight in a crowded arena, fans cheering him, his syndicate supporting him from the sidelines. He longed to fight som...

Signing up for the Church of Sulfur's blind date wasn't the difficult part, nor was visiting the venue, a brightly colored greenhouse garden, that was chosen for him. What *was* difficult for Arsene was whether or not he was overprepared or underprepared. Every new date had their own worries and he could only imagine what sort of encounter he would gain from them. It would be fine if it was in an area he knew or in a disclipine he knew (in this case, fighting and sparring). A greenhouse, thou...

Matentines was here and with it, a flurry of chaos the likes of which Arsene could only attest was to the season. Sure, their kind did enjoy every sinful pleasure that was allowed to them but when it included the small window that breeding *was* viable? It seemed to awaken every primal urge a bun could have and make even the most sensible of buns be overeager. Arsene, unfortunately, fell into that crowd. He had his wits about him certainly, but he was not immune to gnawing hunger that ...

Arsene had to hand it to Oleander and the Church of Sulfur for their creativity. The blind dates were going off without a hitch with buns were pairing off left and right. It seemed as though the Burrowgatory would have a successful Matentines this year. Yet, the pride bun thought maybe the Church had gone a little *too* far with their blind date ideas. He came across the blind date bulletin board, looking over the various date places for buns to go. Some included: a romantic dinner dat...

Burrowgatory was a hub of activity since Matentines began and Atlas, the sloth bun that he is, was not impervious to its busy hum. It was the one time in the year that mating was encouraged and celebrated, ushering new litters for Murmur to care for before they would join them in Burrowgatory. Atlas didn't necessarily have an opinion on that either way but he also didn't mind fulfilling the needs of others even if that wasn't his particular endgame. His journey led him from the outskir...

Wisteria had a big day lined up for himself. He readjusted his hat once more and brushed out his hair for good measure before taking his small handbag out with him through the door. Today, he was going on a blind date in the spirit of Matentines and hoped, by Murmur's grace, that it would end up well. He didn't care if anything led to an actual mate, of course! No, something like that didn't need a blind date; there were plenty of buns he could throw himself at ...

Matentines returned to the Burrowgatory and with it, all the hoops and obstacles that accompanied. Arsene, leaving the Church of Sulfur with an address neatly printed on a piece of paper, felt a familiar brush of anxiety that came with this time of year. Normally, he was happy to be propositioned and to indulge in the vices that their kind was known to do. He wasn't the exception to the rules, no, but anyone would be nervous if they had to *look* for a breeding partner, right? Even if it was ...

It's never a dull moment for Jack-of-all-trades, or at least, he tries to ensure it isn't. Boredom was a curse the succubun wanted nothing to do with, but every so often as the extravagance of his lifestyle starts to become just a _little_ too mundane, Jack finds themself with a particular . . . **itch.** A need for something new. They were lucky for the always keen senses of their darling Bells to be granted the idea of a blind date. Meet a mysterious new stranger, maybe make a friend, a con...

Was this supposed to be a blind date or a speeddate? Nia wasn't sure. Matentines was an odd, silly time in the year! Not that they minded participating but they'd much rather indulge in all the fun they could have rather than get serious-- like some of their kin did. They did want to meet up with other buns and see what was up so they figured, why not? Why not go on a date? Surely it couldn't be that bad. Eventually,...

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, ...

With most of the foot traffic settled for the day, all seemed settled at Dan’s confectionary shop. The owner let out a puff of relief, sweeping the front as clean as he could manage. Everyone had gotten the inspiration they needed from his mochi or at the very least, ate some, before going home to make their own offerings for Allocer. He scolded any bun who would try to pass off his handmade mochi as their own, though if they paid any heed to his warnings Dan wasn’t entirely sure. His own...