BUN-163: Vesta

The embassy was open to all buns.   Vesta had seen how the cherubuns opened the doors to all sorts of buns both their own and their more sinful counterparts. Just like right now as Vesta walked into the impressive stone building with little more fan fare then the typical greeting everyone received. The succubun returned every greeting with her own as she waltzed through the embassy. Vesta was familiar with the...

News of a new establishment opening in Burrowgatory was typical. It meant a new watering hole or brothel. Maybe a naughty toy shop with a litany of sex toys and porn. For Vesta it meant a new place to network.   Work took priority over enjoyment and if buns flocked to check out the newest hot spot then Vesta had to go and see it. The model and fashion designer simply had to make an appearance and show off the ...

Matentines. The season of unconditional sex and breeding. The scent of chocolate and sex saturated the air, but there was another scent that clung onto the seasonal winds.   Roses. The soft, velvety flower was usually seen as nothing more than a pretty decoration. However, whenever Matentines rolled around, buns would go crazy trying to get their hands on any and all roses they could. Most flower shops were mo...