BUN-717: Tzillah

As the month had wore on, so had her hunger grew. The usually picky eater found her palate expanding, growing, reaching ever to new heights as she craved more and more adventurous combinations. Things that would normally make her wretch at the mere thought were suddenly all she could think about, all that she could want. And her cravings were insatiable, dominating the forefronts of her mind until she gave way and gave in, allowing herself to indulge on each and every culinary whim. T...

When the month had started, Tzillah was going to keep it simple. She told herself this. She wasn't buying anything, or spending too much time on it. In fact, she'd considered herself done on the first day the urge had hit her, and in under ten minutes. She had her favorite quilt to act as bedding, and her favorite cotton-soft pillow to lay her head upon. What else could a nest possibly need, she had asked herself the first day as she flopped into the warm familiarity, cheek nuzzling against t...

It had been quite the morning. The Bunnery had been a bustle of activity with influx of bun kitlings, wheeks and squeaks and cries filling the air as volunteers and devoted alike were hustling from one place to another, arms laden with blanketed bundles of bunlings. Does this one need fed? That one needs a good cuddle, and that one wishes to play.... these three are hungry! Does that one have a cough? Oh dear. Mercy's name called out periodically by overwhelmed volunteers, seeking advi...

Tzillah had been excited for the order since she'd seen it in full color on the side of the food truck, the scent of buttery deep-fry and vinegar acidity filling the air as it had wafted around the bustling buns. Oh, how the scent had drawn her in, the visage of delectability had her practically salivating, had her ordering without a second thought. Please, take her money! Give! While her normally emotionless face betrayed little, her excitement could be seen in the wiggling of her nose, in t...