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For the most part of his recent days, Grim had been generally keeping to himself, either tending to his garden, caring for the little Sceil he had adopted, or browsing through the internet. The last one of these was the most dangerous–for a pride bun that still had some bits of his vice ingrained in him, it was hard to see other buns seemingly living their lives happily and luxuriously while he…well… He had mixe...

Hana was no stranger to the vices scattered around Burrowgatory, but she never really had the inclination to try drugs (drinking already seemed like it would fill up that space, and she only really had a limited amount of energy for these things). So when she was listening to Hops explain what the hazeblooms were over a drink (which was, as the bartender promised, on the house), Hana couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical. The gluttony bun seemed to have pl...

Helping Hops was becoming more and more common in Hana’s life, which was something that she shouldn’t have been surprised about, but nonetheless decided that it was just going to be a thing now. Hana was a “go with the flow” type bun for all of her whining, and since the requests were not exactly ludicrous or out of her depth, she was normally fine with doing them. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do on days where she didn’t have to work....

Even in the fine, viceful city of Burrowgatory do office workers exist. To be able to account for carat profits, keeping buns paid and happy, and businesses afloat, the everyday desk warmer is a necessity. Unfortunately for Hana, she was shepherded into such a role not long after she was released to the rest of bunkind, confused and bewildered like most of her littermates. She tried to hang close to whoever friends she made over the past year of her existence, b...

She remembers the stars first and foremost. Hana had found them a constant companion, and it might not be a stretch for her first word to be the stars. Little floating things of purple and yellow – she didn’t even have purple anywhere in her body, she would later learn. It must’ve been from one of her parents, one of the bunnery...

It was a bright and early March morning; the heat of the previous month was already ebbing away, and Burrowgatory was starting to stink a lot less of pheromones and horniness. Instead, depending on where one was, it was replaced with a distinct smell of…a clash of things. Things fried, cooked, seared and simmered–savory, sweet, sour? A mix of things in between? It was really hard to say, and Anna didn’t have a nose for this stuff. While she enjoyed eating ...