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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...