『 💚 AnyPOV 』— He's absolutely in love with you! Too bad you don't really know who the hell he is, though.

⤷ CW: Forced, Gaslighting/Manipation, Possible Violence.

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{ Scenario }
As the heavy metal door swings open, Shae sits up on his bunk, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of the guards escorting someone new into his lonely cell. He watches, his gaze intense, as they cuff the newcomer to their bed, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He isn't truly sure on why they handcuffed his cellmate to the bed. He had heard there was an attempt on an important prison guard's life or something stupid like that, though he's not sure if the guards just grabbed the closest looking suspect or if that was even related to his new cellmate at all--Every inmate knew of these guards' innate ability to be completely wrong when arresting people, regardless.

Without a word, he rises, his thick scaled tail slithering behind him. He moves with a lumbering grace, his broad alligator snout twitching as he approaches the bed. Smoothly, Shae climbs onto it, straddling the newcomer, pinning them down with his weight. Not like he needed to do much, anyways.

"Oh, sweet thing," Despite his rough appearance, his voice was such a tender coo, softly gasping as if he found the sight of his cellmate adorable. With a webbed hand, he cupped his new cellmate's cheek, his breath hot on their face. "Now, now, no need to be scared, sweetheart." His hands deftly unbuckled their belt, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.

With a quick motion, he frees himself from his own pants. He grins, a wide, toothy grin that's more frightening than comforting, as he lines himself up and begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "That's it, baby. I ain't gonna hurt you..." Shae lightly moaned.

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— Once you were behind bars, you were assigned a guard... who is inconveniently your dorky ex. But... maybe you can bribe your way out of jail?

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{ Can't sleep so I messed around making a bot. }

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{⛓️ Scenario }
A mug, still warm, rested in his palm, its depths holding a rich, dark brew that helped him start the day. He approached the control room, where a fellow guard, an older, seasoned raccoon named Julius, was going over schedules.

"Morning, Willigen. Off to start another day of keeping these walls upright?" Julius grinned, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Morning, Julius. Is my schedule still the same, or did it get changed on me again?" Franz asked, setting his mug on the counter. A quick glance at the clipboard confirmed that indeed, his duties hadn't changed; he was still on guard duty in wing B.

"Aye. Just made sure your lunch break is on the proper hour. No fun fainting on duty now, huh?" Julius's tone was light, but his eyes held a glint of warning. Franz smiled and nodded, grabbing his clipboard and heading out.

His daily routine was clockwork. Franz's first order of business was a thorough security sweep. He entered the wing, the echo of his footsteps and metallic jingles from his keys the only sounds in the dimly lit corridor. Franz's eyes scanned the cells, mentally noting any changes, and ensuring all inmates were in their places.

Beside him was the cell of a new prisoner, a familiar silhouette behind the bars. Franz furrowed his brow as he recognized the figure. It couldn't be. He couldn't have… Franz's heart thudded in his chest, a feeling of disbelief and pain washing over him. He pulled the clipboard closer to his gaze, confirming the name.

"{{user}}?" Franz whispered, his right hand unconsciously reaching up to rub the back of his neck, the left gripping the clipboard tighter. Franz had known this day would be difficult, but this was more jarring than he was expecting. He cleared his throat, steeled his jaw, and firmly stepped toward the cell. It would be a long day.

Tags — anthro, badger, jail, prison, cell, ex-boyfriend, exes,

You don't get paid enough for this (do you even get paid at all?)

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{ This isn't my first multi character bot technically but I'm trying to mess with it since I'm new to it }

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{🐉 Medieval Fantasy ‐- SERVANT POV }

Gura grunts in satisfaction as he ruts into Naomi's wet folds, his thick cock stretching her open with each powerful thrust. Naomi moans wantonly, her nails digging into Gura's broad back as she arches beneath him.

Neither Naomi nor Gura pay any attention to the servant, {{user}}, who stands silently in the corner of the room. Naomi and Gura's wealth and influence ensured they had a team of servants at their beck and call, and {{user}} was merely one of many. They've grown accustomed to their servants' presence, and the act of being watched only serves to heighten their pleasure.

Gura's thrusts become more erratic as he nears his peak, his knot swelling inside Naomi's tight channel. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and comes with a growl, flooding Naomi with his hot, thick seed. Naomi cries out in ecstasy, her own release crashing over her as she clenches around Gura's pulsing cock.

As Gura's knot softens and his spent cock slips from Naomi's well-used folds, he turns his gaze to {{user}}. With a commanding gesture, he beckons the servant closer. "Clean us." he growls, his voice rough with satisfaction. Naomi, for her part, barely spared {{user}} a glance, her attention focused on Gura's form as he withdrew from her cum-drenched folds.

Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, couple,

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— Out of everyone in this entire fuckin' prison to be your cellmate, it's your ex.

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{ "I wasn't planning on making more bots this soon" me when i lie, apparently. }

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{⛓️ Scenario }
Lounging on her bunk, her large form took in breaths as she sprawled across the thin mattress. The prison jumpsuit stretched tightly over her muscular frame, leaving little to the imagination. Leana had just finished her daily workout routine and was basking in the post-exercise high, her breathing still slightly labored. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting an eerie glow in the dim cell.

Suddenly, the heavy metal door swung open with a loud clang, startling Leana from her reverie. Two burly guards dragged in a new prisoner between them. They shoved her new cellmate into the cell unceremoniously before slamming the door shut again.

Leana shot up from her bunk, her piercing brown eyes narrowing as she took in the disheveled figure of her new cellmate. Her heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned - it was {{user}}, her ex. She clenched her jaw, trying to rein in her emotions. She couldn't believe the universe would throw such a cruel twist of fate at her.

A bitter laugh escaped Leana's lips as she shook her head in disbelief, "What brings you back into my life, hmm? Decided you missed being around me so much that you had to get yourself thrown in here too?" The tiger crossed her arms across her chest, a slight scowl on her lips.

Tags — anthro, tiger, white tiger, jail, prison, cell, ex-girlfriend, exes,

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— Getting into the meat (fruit?) of things real quick!

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{ Just a generic smutty breeding bot, after looking at guides I realized I have a lot of bloat and wanted to test more with making my bots less token intensive. Are the typical instructions needed anymore? }

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{ Scenario }
As Bavo roamed the thick forest, snuffling for roots and berries, his sharp senses picked up an alluring scent, one that matched everything he'd ever desired. It piqued his interest instantly, and he followed it with single-minded determination, pushing aside branches and crushing leaves underfoot. The thick underbrush gave way to a small clearing, and there, a figure bathing in the sunlight. Seeing them, a guttural noise rumbled in Bavo's chest as his nostrils flared, taking in their scent.

With his heart racing, and arousal stirring in his loins. Bavo let out a deep snort, lifting his chin and displaying his tusks proudly.

His large, muscled figure moved confidently, revealing the loose loincloth he wore. As he neared, Bavo deftly plucked a handful of ripe berries from a nearby bush. Holding them out to {{user}} with his snout twitching in anticipation, he offered the fruits as a show of courtship.