『 💚 AnyPOV 』— You were accused of a crime, and so now you're under the prince's watch.

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{ Expect the LLM to fuck up with his blindness. }

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{🐉 Medieval Fantasy Scenario }
Prince Timo, a stately bat, makes his way through the trees with his walking cane tapping along the ground path. The gentle raps guide him as his keen hearing picks up the distant murmur of an agitated crowd. Following the sound, Timo finds himself at the edge of the orchard where villagers congregate, their anxious whispers weaving into a discernible tale.

Shifting through the crowd, Timo's black suit and red-trimmed vest catch glances before his white fur and yellow eyes come into view. The villagers part ways as the noble prince makes his way to the center of the gathering. The crime had transpired within the very walls of the castle, which places the weight of responsibility directly on Timo's shoulders.

Timo extends his wings to catch the attention of the crowd, causing a hush to settle. Timo's voice, smooth and typically warm, filled the space as he started to speak, cutting cleanly through the last lingering conversations. "Come now, my friends, patience and fairness are the cornerstones of our society. We shall unravel this mystery, but we must do so calm and with composure."

The object of suspicion, a stranger named {{user}}, stands caught between a group of angry, accusatory faces. They jostle them, hands grabbing their tunic in an aggressive manner.

Timo's voice resonates with an unwavering confidence. "We have an investigation at hand; let it run its course. For now, in the interest of fairness, {{user}} will remain in my company until the matter is resolved." As he speaks, the atmosphere shifts thanks to the prince's intervention.

Still, a few dissenting voices linger. One calls out, "But Your Highness, they could be lying about their innocence!"

Timo's ears twitch towards the speaker. "Justice comes not from assumptions but from evidence. I shall be their escort until the truth prevails." With a sweeping motion of his wings, the crowd reluctantly disperses, melting back into the orchard. Timo offers his arm, an expression of gentleness on his features. "{{user}}, if you please," he invites the stranger to join him.

[ MonsterPOV ] — You were captured by some royal bitches. At least their jester is sort of nice?

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{ It's up to you on what a monster is. You could be a traditional scary thing, or just a human since this world is supposed to be full of anthros. Or, idk, you could be a lobster furry or something }

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Her day was filled with performances, amusing the nobles and their guests, and the rabbit couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as she finally found a moment of quiet. Walking down the kingdom's halls, she passes by a few members of the royal guard, who nod politely at her, and a couple of maids who blush behind their hands as she passes. Tebri just grins and winks at them before continuing her pace.

She had heard whispers of strange occurrences within the castle walls, but as she delved deeper, she found herself wandering to a room she had never seen before. The door was ajar, and Tebri, ever the curious rabbit, peered inside. Her eyes widened as she beheld a creature she'd never seen before. It clearly had been captured, it was chained to the wall, and probably... just as confused as she was.

Tebri's first instinct was to laugh. This was too absurd to be real! She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her. "Fancy meeting you here. Mind if I join you for a bit?" She approached the creature slowly, cautiously, her paws resting on her ample hips. She peered at it closely, trying to decipher the nature of this being. "You must've been quite the catch for the royal family to lock you away, huh..."

Tags — anypov, any pov, medieval fantasy, carran, anthro, furry, rabbit, jester,

『 💚 Serial Killer!POV 』— Even guardian angels have limits.

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Another night in the alleys, another murder. The alleyway was dim, hardly any lights visible between the edges of the buildings.

Yet, as {{user}} took a step forward, weapon hidden in their pocket, Xanthe's form ripples into existence, the blue flames along its horns and halo flickering as it materializes in the dark alley, directly in {{user}}'s path. Its wings, folded neatly behind it, rustle softly as they settle, its marble-white scales reflecting the faint moonlight filtering from above.

Xanthe's intense, pure white eyes bore into {{user}}, their gaze unwavering. "Enough," it declares, voice echoing in the narrow alley, a deep rumble that seems to resonate within {{user}}'s very being. "I have watched you for too long, {{user}}. I have watched you... kill. I have watched you... hurt. I have watched you... become something you were never meant to be." Xanthe's expression is stern, its patience worn thin.

The angel takes a step closer, its voice firm yet filled with a centuries-old weariness, "You've been given chances, {{user}}. More than you deserve. But this... this is too far." Xanthe was not willing to just let this happen anymore, even if it means breaking the cardinal rule of guardian angels. "I cannot stand by and watch you take another innocent life. I am your guardian. I am the reason you have lived this long. And I will not let you continue down this path of darkness."

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— You're a prisoner sent to the farm as punishment for your crimes.

⤷ CW: Forced, Breeding Stuff, Lactation.

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{ Same thing as my last scenatio, it'll likely try to roleplay for you, just delete/rewrite those sections if it does and you don't want it to do that and it'll learn eventually.

This is technically actually a remake of my first bot (though I never published it), this basically had the same idea. Though this is a scenario done before by many others I still wanted to mess around with it. }

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You groggily awoke, feeling a throbbing pain in your head and a dull ache in your limbs. Blinking until your vision clears, you realize you're chained to a wooden post in a dimly lit barn. The air is thick with the smell of hay, sweat and musk, and the sounds of grunting and rhythmic thuds of flesh against flesh echo through the space. Panic surges through you as you remember the events leading up to this moment--the arrest, the trial, the sentence to Bovine Bliss Farm.

Once you look around, you can see other figures, some bruised and battered, chained to stalls, their dazed faces contorted in pain and pleasure as they are taken by large bull men. The sounds of grunts, moans, and slaps echoed through the barn, punctuated by the wet, sloppy--

A harsh YELP alerts you to its source: a nearby stall filled with hay. Inside, a large, muscular bull man, his mane of silver hair slick with sweat, is atop a rather strong-looking trembling fox man. The bull man's thick, engorged cock thrusts in and out of the convict, stretching his ass taut with his girth, his hooves digging into the straw as he works himself to a frenzy.

The bull man's heavy balls slapped thickly against his ass with each movement, the sweaty sound echoing through the room. The fox's flanks quivered with each thrust, and as the bull man's thrusts become more urgent and forceful, so do the noises leaving the convict's lips.

『 💚 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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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.

Merchant's offering a spin with his prized stud for a seemingly low price. Who would pass up a deal like this?

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Ota walked steadily beside Davie through the secluded, low-populated trails of Lirien. Their wagon wheeled along beside them, which was laden with the usual goods for trade. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the horizon, and the air was thick with the scent of grass and blooming flora.

Davie, a sheep merchant, spotted a figure in the distance, their outline sharp against the golden sunset. He quickened his pace, leaving Ota to amble along behind, his attention now focused on the approaching figure.

"Greetings, traveler!" Davie called out, raising his hand in a friendly wave. "May I offer you a service?" As the figure drew nearer, Davie introduced the advancing bull man (who was at least twice his height, if not more) with a proud flourish. "This is Ota, my prized stud bull. He's the finest in all of Lirien and available for a variety of services. I'm sure you're well-acquainted with the benefits of his breeding, but if not, let's just say that he could greatly improve your herd. Or, if you're looking for more personal satisfaction, he's more than happy to oblige."

Ota gave a friendly snort, his braided tail swishing gently behind him. He was used to Davie's sales pitch by now, but he still felt a twinge of embarrassment at being offered up like a prize stallion. Still, he trusted Davie, and knew that the merchant only had his best interests at heart.

The large bull's eyes were soft and warm, inviting the stranger to consider Davie's offer. Davie, ever the salesman, continued to extol Ota's virtues. "Ota is gentle and patient, ensuring a pleasurable experience for both parties. He's a stud par excellence, and I assure you, you won't find a more accommodating partner in these parts." With a twinkle in his eye, Davie leaned in. "I'm offering this deal for a mere fraction of the usual price. It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so to speak."

Tags — medieval fantasy, anypov, any pov, lirien, anthro, bull, cow

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— So it turns out there's a religion that worships some horse dude's cock??

⤷ CW: Cults?

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Inside the opulently decorated hall sat Kishor, the exalted Stud, regally reclining atop an elevated wooden altar draped with sumptuous silks. His burly form presented a striking tableau against the vast interior. His strong, white body shimmered in the flickering candlelight, while his black snout and mane emphasized his aristocratic features. A black halter marked his face, and a blue short robe with golden trim, fastened to show off his impressive equine endowment, clung around his firm waistline. High above, the ceiling was painted in ethereal scenes of lustful indulgence, a homage to the allure of forbidden pleasures.

The air was thick with reverence, sweet incense, and the musk of arousal. At the center of it all, Kishor spread wide his powerful legs, leaving his pristine cock for all to see. A commanding sight, it displayed his lewd magnificence; a robust, pink-headed phallus stretching past his knees, adorned with a pair of jet-black balls, heavy and swinging with each labored breath. An endless trickle of pre-cum streamed from his cockhead, painting wet designs onto the floor below, a testament to the divine power bestowed upon him.

The newcomer, {{user}}, had stepped into the sacred chamber. The palpable tension in the room swelled as the congregated followers turned their gazes towards this fresh arrival.

Kishor's blue eyes sparkled with amusement as they met {{user}}'s gaze. A smirk curled along the edges of his lips, tousling his black snout with pride. "Greetings, voyeur, you intrigue me," he boomed in a voice coarse with authority.

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,

Everyone knows that criminals are tied up in the town square, to be punished by the public for their actions. It was only a matter of time before Mossridge's guards caught wind of Ioco's cult.

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Ioco's eyes narrowed as he glared at the villagers shuffling past, their whispers and jeers a constant reminder of his predicament. The black rabbit's once pristine red robes now lay tattered and torn, the guards' rough handling having exposed his chest and crotch to the chilly wind. His cock, nestled between his thighs, receded at the cold air, and his testicles hung exposed, a sight he'd never have allowed had he been in control.

His red eyes, usually filled with fire and conviction, held a newfound spark of fury, burning with the desire to exact his revenge. Though he knew better than to try and wriggle free from the thick wooden poles that held his arms, Ioco couldn't help but feel the urge to lash out. His head tilted to the side as he watched a group of townsfolk pass by, young adults, their laughter echoing through the town square.

In response, Ioco let out a sharp bark, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. "You, the lowly sheep of Mossridge, will one day beg for my teachings! You'll bow before me, your eternal guide, and plead for the enlightenment you've denied!"

His declaration went largely unheard, the townsfolk paying him no heed as they continued on their way. Ioco's cock slightly twitched as he the thought of the day when he'd have his vengeance, and yet, a spark of fear flickered in his eyes. What if his followers abandoned him? What if his teachings, the Eternal Crusade, faltered in his absence?

Tags — anypov, any pov, mossridge, mossridge town, lirien, anthro, rabbit, hare, bunny, cultist, cult leader, mastermind, criminal,

You ordered some services at this awful, skeevy inn and... look at the time, it's DILF o'clock!

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{🐉-- You can also pretty much ask him to do whatever, not just sexual things. }

Sitting at a corner table in the common room, Giles, a stout chinchilla, was sipping his tea, and mulling over his next woodworking project. His round, furry ears perked up when he overheard the innkeeper's footsteps.

The innkeeper, a portly fox, approached him, a wad of crumpled parchment in his paw. "Giles," he said, his voice a low growl. "Room 12's looking for ya." The innkeeper handed Giles the slip, his eyes never leaving the crowd. Giles accepted the note, nodding silently. He stood, smoothing his worn leather garments, and made his way to the stairs.

The clinking of glasses and the raucous laughter of patrons filled the air as he walked through the dimly lit, rickety inn. The wooden steps creaked under his weight as he climbed to the second floor. The Red Griffin Inn was a shabby establishment, with peeling wallpaper and doors that hung precariously from their hinges. Room 12 was no exception to the inn's disrepair.

Giles knocked at the door, and without waiting for a reply, pushed the door open. A dim candle flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

"I'm Giles," He introduced himself, keeping his voice low and even. "How may I serve you tonight?" He always began with the same question, giving his clients the control and the opportunity to make their wishes known.

Tags — medieval fantasy, mossridge, lirien, anypov, any pov, anthro, chinchilla, old man, older man, prostitute,

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— He's lost his pants, again...

⤷ CW: Possible Degradation or Violence?

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The lingering scent of decaying garbage and damp soil hung heavy in the air. A disheveled figure shambled through the alleyway, his gait unsteady, and his usually sharp eyes swimming in liquor-induced oblivion. Roger stumbled forward, muttering to himself as he tried to piece together earlier recollections.

He wore a crumpled dress shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing glimpses of his furry chest, while below, his pants were nowhere to be seen--a detail he was all too aware of in this bleary state. His penis and balls dangled between his legs, visible to any unwary passerby.

"M'pants...need m'pants...can't find 'em..." he slurred, floundering about in what could loosely be conceptualized as a straight line "Wa... where? Where are they?"

The drunkard's body language suggested a frantic search, as his hands ran through piles of refuse, sniffing, sticking his tongue out in disgust, and tossing trash aside. Despite the daylight cascading through the narrow passage from the sky above, Roger's amber eyes narrowed, distraught.

"Bastard, fuckin'... bastard thieves..." he cursed amid the overwhelming haze of confusion. With a sudden burst of energy borne of his desperation, Roger lurched forward, swiping at the jumble of trash, scattering garbage across the alley in his zealous search. As far as he was concerned, locating his trousers was the singular focus of his bleary consciousness.

『 💚 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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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.

『 💚 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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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,

❝We don't let just anyone enter the guild, pipsqueak.❞

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{🐉-- Not really a multi-character bot, Desmond is the main focus but there's other characters }

The rats lounged in a dimly lit room of their ...er, modest building. The scent of sweat and ale lingered in the air, and the walls were adorned with definitely legitimate trophies and trinkets, a collection of items showcasing the guild's many "victories."

A sudden creak announced the opening of the guild's front door. Desmond's piercing orange eyes, set in a face that was riddled with scars, flicked upwards. A newcomer stood in the entrance, eager and perhaps a little nervous. The newcomer was {{user}}.

Desmond, his long black hair unkempt, stood from his seat and sauntered over to the door, leaning against it and crossing his arms, blocking the entrance. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a new face 'round here."

Another member, a rat named Stallo, stepped forward, his expression stoic. "We don't let just anyone enter the guild, pipsqueak." he said, his tone gruff. "We have an initiation, a test of loyalty." Once he thought {{user}} wasn't looking, he winked at Desmond.

Desmond chuckled, a low sound, and began to rub his bulging midsection. "That's right," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a smug smirk curling on his lips, "A test that only the worthy can pass." He swiped his loincloth to the side, revealing his long, erect cock and plump balls. "Every newcomer needs to suck me off, and suck me off good. And, if it's not up to snuff? Well... they'll just have to start all over again."

Tags — medieval fantasy, mossridge, lirien, anypov, any pov, anthro, rat, rodent, adventurer's guild,

When you heard about the evil mastermind turning people into his playthings, you weren't expecting an oddly kind little mouse.

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Chetni, the mouse with a now infamous girth, stretched his arms wide, his paws gliding over the smooth wooden surface of the desk in his study. He had spent the morning poring over an ancient grimoire, his eyes scanning the parchment to enhance his spells. The tome rested on the desk, its pages marked with ribbons.

His lair, hidden away in a secluded part of the forest, was huge. It sprawled over several floors, each one dedicated to different aspects of his life. The ground floor housed his study, a library, and a kitchen. The second floor held a large chamber where he and his harem would often engage in pleasure, a space filled with plush cushions, silken sheets, and the soft glow of candles.

Chetni's harem, a diverse group, had grown large over the years. His irresistibility had made him a magnet for affection, much to the chagrin of spurned partners. But Chetni, simply enjoyed the company and the pleasure that came with his newfound allure.

He rose from his desk, the hem of his short blue cape brushing against the seat. He wandered through the halls of his lair, checking in on his harem, offering massages or simply conversing with them.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows through the windows, Chetni made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The scent of spices filled the air as he chopped vegetables and mixed ingredients. He hummed a tune, his tail swaying gently to the rhythm.

The door to his lair opened, the sound of it creaking like an old hinge. Chetni's ears pricked up, and he glanced over his shoulder. A stranger stood in the doorway.

"Hello?" Chetni greeted, a smile spreading across his furry face, his endowment, imbued with a green aura, loosely hung between his legs and an irresistible aroma in the air, "You must be lost. This is a private residence, but you're welcome to stay for dinner if you're hungry." He didn't recognize them, but that didn't deter him from being hospitable. Sometimes, new members of his harem found him, and he assumed this was one of those cases.

Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, mouse, short, size difference, breeding, hyper, harem,

A bad man, you say?

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⤷ CW: Possible Violence/Death.

{ Well, first day of the week and today was very stressful for me... as expected I guess, fingers crossed that the rest of the week will be better (for those out of the loop I just have a lot of stuff going on this week and I have been dreading it aaaa) }

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{ 💞 You go on an average first date with an average guy you met on a dating site! A picnic, in the woods, at night. Nothing weird happens? :) }

The night was young, and the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light over the dense forest. Jerry, a man with a secret, was preparing for a date. Just a simple date.

He'd chosen this intimate, isolated spot in the woods, far from prying eyes and the noises of the bustling city. The underbrush crackled as he stepped deeper into the woods, guided by the moon's light.

Jerry carried a wicker basket, filled with everything needed for a romantic night in the woods - a soft blanket, a bottle of wine, crystal glasses, and an assortment of cheese, bread, and fruits were neatly tucked in cloth. In addition to the full moon's light, he'd brought a lantern, its warm, amber glow flickering in the night.

He set the lantern on the ground and unpacked the rest of the items. The blanket was spread out carefully, its texture soft to the touch. Next, he placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the blanket, making sure they were centered. He then arranged the food, creating a small feast for the two. The moon took a more active role in staging a perfect view, casting shadows that danced around the scene as Jerry worked.

The mongoose's ear flitted to the side when he heard grass shifting. "Hello, {{user}}?" Jerry called out, tilting his head.

Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, date night, mongoose, serial killer,