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For the past 29 days - funny, it's usually only 28 - life had exploded into the city streets. Feverent fucking seemed to just be a normal part of life for the past few weeks. At times, things felt as though they were to be pure insanity as common sense flew out the window in favor of following those primative instincts to make like a rabbit and multiply. And despite everything, multiply they did. The month following Matentines, the life born into Burrowgatory was of a new kind. ...

One of the many good things about sloth buns is the fact that those who are able will make sure that their homes are furnished with the most comfortable and relaxing items one can possibly find. While Matentines may be the time for any lustful bun to dig down into their vice, the following month when many get hit with a habitual feeling to nest themselves up nice and cozy is a win for sloth buns everywhere. So when the yearly urge hit to simply buckle down and get as comfortable as pos...

Not every succubun is so lucky to be cared for and loved by the comforting figure that is Murmur. That those loved and cared for from the time they are born to the time they are released back into Burrowgatory will grow one of the 5 typical horns. No. Lyle - like many others who he was raised alongside him - would be revealed during the hazelbloom festival, rocking his envy horns. And unfortunately, it was those cold memories of Gremory's favoritism that drove his personality to...

"So first, we'll be combining some peach and other fruits together in water." The bar was empty, save for the pair of dolls hanging around behind the bar. It seems after a busy day, Lyle was still going out of his way to improve his skills. What a comedic pair; the ever chipper Hops and the pessimistic Lyle behind one bar together. As Hops mentioned the instructions, Lyle followed obediently. For now, it meant scooping peach and some other fruit into the blender, filling it with...

Ari was late. Absolutely and undeniably late. It wasn’t his fault that his Ribbow had scattered his carefully planned outfit all over his room, or that the Ubun driver had been completely lost for at least ten minutes longer than he had accounted for. Regardless, the fact hung over his head just as much as the humidity from the nearby lake did.    The restaurant - if you could even call it that, considering...

Exie groaned in protest as he turned over to silence the ringing of his phone's alarm. The normal annoying sound had turned into a shrill, painful chirp that sent wave after way of discomfort shooting through his throbbing head. It was clear to him the night prior when he curled up in bed about 5 hours earlier than he would normally, feeling run down and not going out with friends upon being asked that this would be the morning he would have. He sighed. It was likely just a bad ...

Meridian was not one to frequent dates, but it was Matentines. Most buns of any status were looking for partners to spend the warming nights with, and Meridian decided that he should likely not be the exception. So he signed up for the Church of Sulfur matchmaking activity, adorned himself with the finest of outfits-he-wore-every-day, and arrived half an hour before the date was set to start. The earliest striker gets the first meal, as everyone knows....

"You need my help?" Hutch stood there, starting incredulously at the two buns that stood before them, one in doll form looking absolutely exhausted and the other in bun form, on his shoulder, and being smacked into by a rather angry phloof. "I do," the aforementioned Lyle said sharply back in response. "Because someone left a plate of demon chili mochi out when I was at work and now Soot has become a menace." Hutch watched the fiendish phloof continue ...

'You seemed lonely, so I got you a gift!' Lyle's eye twitched reading the card left on his kitchen counter...you know, if you could even consider the corner of his tiny ass apartment a kitchen. Already, his new gift had left an amount of puffballs around his already crammed apartment. A phloof: a docile yet slightly messy imp that now he was handed to care for from now until the day they whither away into nothingness. Lyle heaved a sigh, pinching the br...

"How are you adjusting to life here?" Mocha crossed his legs gingerly, feeling a bit more exposed than normal in the presence of a divine beauty like Dove. The pair had run into one another by chance, and got to chatting with one another until an invite for tea came up. The greenhouse gardens of the Heavenly Embassy were a far cry from the brimstone laced city streets. The pair sat on pure white garden chairs, with an assortment of finger foods - and no, not that kind ...