Angora

Rook wasn't much of an imp guy, sure he liked interacting with them as much as the next guy and he certainly wouldn't argue with being made to imppup-sit for a day or two as long as he had blunt instructions on what he should and shouldn't do, but he wasn't the smartest when it came to them. Of course, what better way to learn than to be tossed into the deep end immediately? Hutch and Angora certainly thought so, leading both of them to agree to a chriop being placed into Rook's possession fo...

Wonderland Casino. A place of happiness, sadness, joy, despair, and alcohol.  Gambling was a greed bun’s best friend. It was the pièce de résistance of their entire greedy lives.  For some, they lost all their winnings and ended up on Angora’s short leash. But for others, they went home with bags of moolah. Happy, content, and hooked on the game of chance that now c...

The bustle of the Toy Fair was a bit much for the demon, tired as he was. His gaze watched as everyone flitted back and forth, having to watch his step as the succubuns ran about. He did appreciate the little creatures, but fondness for them wasn’t in his heart. He was no Murmur, after all. Still, he had made a deal, and that meant he had to find the ‘exact perfect thing’ that would fit as a gift for the lady who had everything in the world… ...

Angora sat at the table, staring at the cards in her hand, taking a few quick glances at the other succubun around her; face stoic and emotionless lest they read her intentions. Her ears slightly twitched when she heard the other players say what cards they had as they set them down, a wide grin appearing on her face.“Royal Flush.” The woman laughed loudly as everyone else groaned and complained, as she reached out and gathered the large pool of chips towards her.“Damm...

Madeira was exhausted and her feet fucking hurt by the time she hit her break time and could go sit down.  It was a slow night at the bar, if not the restaurant she was working at in the Wonderland Casino, so she went there, and promptly just rested her face on the countertop. Hops gave her a sympathetic pat on the head.  “...

“You’ve wasted a great deal of my time this evening,” the elegant looking bun said, hands on her hips. Madeira chewed on the inside of her cheek, uncomfortable.  She didn’t really know what she had done wrong…  Or who this bun was, for that matter. “My time is very valuable, and what you did...