MYO-139: Miami

“Mochi Moon! Mochi Moon! Mochi MOOOOOONNNN!” Excited, and shrill, yelling filled the back of the brothel as Miami bounced down the halls. Her tail swished excitedly behind her as she peeked around the corner. A huge grin on her face as she noticed Amarillo cringe ever so slightly as he focused on just cleaning glasses. A clear attempt at trying to ignore Miami’s presence. Miami wouldn’t let such a slight go unpunished.   ...

Maybe it was a mistake letting Cinnamon and Tei order food. Miami was starting to think maybe she should have put the pizza order in as she anxiously watched T.V. with her pregnant friends. The two round buns were just chatting about the contestants on the reality show, making fun and picking out their favourites. Now, usually, this would be something Miami would be joining them in. She was all for picking out buns to say were shoe-ins for the winner’s circle ...

Matentines. The season of unconditional sex and breeding. The scent of chocolate and sex saturated the air, but there was another scent that clung onto the seasonal winds.   Roses. The soft, velvety flower was usually seen as nothing more than a pretty decoration. However, whenever Matentines rolled around, buns would go crazy trying to get their hands on any and all roses they could. Most flower shops were mo...