MYO-850: Flauros

"I actually have tied him up before, plenty of times. I think the last time was a little bit over a month ago, and he looked really hot in it." Shibani spoke with a slur to his words. For being a usually very sleepy bun, he tried his best to be present for the costume party. Although the drinks handed to him never survived more than a few seconds before being casually downed. Dan seemed to shift in his seat as he watched Shibani slip further into a drunken stupor. He moved to Shibani's side, ...

The smell of deep fried, saccharine sweet food in the air, the cacophony of buns chattering along with their loved ones, the tinny sound of worn out speakers cheering when a prize is won or lost. The mysticism of the fairgrounds isn't one to be jeered or scoffed at, its environment, so filled to the brim with artifice and excess it provides a perfect breeding ground for merrymaking when you're speaking of those of a more sinful nature. And as the crystals above began to dim as is their nightl...

"There we go.. All sitting pretty. That's a good boy. Just be patient for just, a little longer.. That's it." Pulling out a rubber brush, Flauros kept his rapt attention to the baby furdin, poised still and eagerly waiting for the gluttony succubun to make his next move. The furdin, ironically named Tyrant considering the little thing's appearance and generally sweet disposition, had swiftly wormed its way into the bun's heart. He was never the type to consider himself a pet owner, not...

"So you'd like to adopt an imp?" Why am I doing this? I'm not good with creatures. That's Sibyl's thing. I've Never been good with imps so I don't know why this was expected to change. I should just get out of here. Thoughts that bombarded Flauros' head as he sat there, lips pursed as he awkwardly thumbed his hands with one another. He had never been in The Imporium previously, nor had spoken to Hutch at length really, nor did he understand the anxiety that overtook him...

With a hop to their step and a bag full to the brim of balloons that jostled to and fro with each excited bound, Timber approached the abode of a familiar friend carrying the cadence of a benevolent gift-giver. While Flauros Usually wasn't the type to do any more than weight training with the well-meaning but incredibly energetic pride bun, considering the heat they surmised that maybe he'd be a little more willing to throw caution to the wind if they were supplying the goods. Trot to a cante...