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When he reached into the space between the dresser and the clothes hamper, he briefly felt the twig-like legs of the small imp beast swiping at him, then the claws clicking and scratching against both the dresser and the floor. Despite its cheerful nature in the glass container with many of its kind, it didn’t much like being snapped up and popped into the folded cardboard carrier with the woodchips, he gathered from its scared chirps and desperate scratching ...

Almost pursing his lips, almost smacking them, “Mmm, orange cream...” This expressed by Evan, the lust bun in scant clothes, less than enthusiastically. After a thought, he carefully passing the half bitten chocolate to tid horns. Taking the half eaten piece in hand first, feeling it sticky, he quickly popped it in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully as he looked around the church. Like it was popped, bursted, th...

The church, as the wooden doors creaked open, could have been empty just from a glance. Light pierced the glass and were blades of various colored beams of light, ready to settle along the ground and warm it just so. Despite her wearing dark clothes, the light that hit her almost seemed to warm the tones of her, but he knew she must’ve been cold, settled down in the pews with the usual type of scant clothing she was most familiar with. ...

As a bun, Goetia was positively kicky. Having two other buns laying on either side of him stopped himself from kicking himself right out of bed or nest, but in doll form… Skin pale like a fresh corpse, body just as still…it was a miracle his lovers got used to the glow of his body, but then again, they didn’t see the light behind their eyelids the succubun was subjected to on a regular basis. For sure he thought...

Quickly, the populated, well lit areas fell away to more dinghy buildings. Some abandoned, some squatted in…lamp light blinking in the unkept machinations of it, lighting just enough of the streets and brush of what was to come. Old brick half-wall with a broken gate, and a forest path beyond. Once, it was common for people to keep a rabbit hutch in this park…but apartments, doll and bun sized, became popular. Pas...

“Ah, sparklers?” Sparklers were, of course, common a thing. Strike a match, light the sparkler, watch the sparks rain off of it and wave the burning end in the air. See the after image vividly, burned into the back of your eyelids even. The past month, they were even more commonplace. Bought, sold, traded… The offered packet was of similar dimensions as any envelope, though obviously thicker for being made with ...

Ah, yes, the back of Dan’s Dango. The area of which the elusive donation shop was situated. It wasn’t quite like other shops in Burrowgatory, as you could pick things up for free from it...and…there was next to nothing in stock. Could it really be called a shop? Was Dan indulging his white haired succubun? Was this all a money laundering scheme, somehow? Nah, dango and mochi were ever the popular food item around here, so probably now… ...

Hey, that toy kind of looking like… Picking it up from the basket of others like it, Bonemeal rolled back a sleeve and held the length of it up against his arm. Yeah, it did look like the bone shaped mark of his arm, around the same size too. Peering over at the cardboard with a price taped to the basket, the succubun held up the bone to the distracted seller, which read like a ‘hey, I’ll take one’. Catching t...

“Tch, ah..kind of tart?” Chewing on the crisp, juicy bite of apple, the ‘tartness’ caused Bonemeal to suck his teeth a little after answering the shorter succubun’s query. Lapping the side of his own lips, some of the juice of the apple dripped from his mouth when he first bit into it. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, use his whole tongue to lick up his chin and sides of his mouth…he brought up the sleeve of his snuggie hoodie to swipe the...

Slowly pushing the door open was enough to topple the…pile? Stack? A gathering of plushies against the wall. The tallest plush falling over caused the small ones perched atop it to scatter along the floor as well, and sat on the floor with a needle and the messy beginnings of a plush toy was Goetia. In front of him was Peter, that famous fashion designer, who flashed Byron an apologetic look as he too worked with a needle on another colorful plush toy....

“What’s he got there?” The envy Succubun, if she was startled by Bonemeal’s presence and question, didn’t show it. Turning her head to give him a stare, his mixed gaze momentarily settled on those antler-horns, her head turned back down to the lapels of the passed out drunk clenched in her fist. She promptly dropped him back behind the dumpster, before turning the half-crumpled packet in her hand and scannin...

“There were a few tears that had to be mended, and frayed edges to be hemmed…” Peter, the fashion designer, seemed to be absently listing off the fixes one of his workers made on the red trench coat as he worked on another glamorous outfit. Despite his general annoyance towards most, Goetia was pleased about this, following along and checking out his repaired coat, which he had actually worked hard to earn enough to pay for. ...

“Can I get a Clawdka?” His claws scraped along the surface of the bar counter lightly, and moments later he was served up his drink. With a click, Hops set it down and seemed to be watching his reaction. Pointedly, he turned the glass so he wouldn’t have to drink from the cut–or chipped…whatever side. Somebody once said it tasted like a permanent marker…there had never been a perfect descriptor for this dr...