“Write a short story featuring an anthropomorphic fox woman named Tennibrook, set in 21st century New York.”
Tennibrook was a fox woman who lived in New York City. She had moved there from her rural hometown in Vermont, hoping to pursue her dream of becoming a journalist. She loved the city’s diversity, culture and energy, but she also faced many challenges as an anthropomorphic animal in a human-dominated world.
She had to deal with prejudice, discrimination and harassment from some people who saw her as a freak, a pest or a threat. She had to hide her ears and tail under a hat and a coat whenever she went outside, to avoid attracting unwanted attention. She had to work twice as hard as her human colleagues at the newspaper, to prove her worth and talent. She had to cope with loneliness, as she had few friends and no family in the city.
But Tennibrook was not one to give up easily. She was determined to make it in New York, to show everyone that she was more than just a fox. She was smart, brave and compassionate. She had a passion for writing and reporting, for uncovering the truth and exposing injustice. She had a curiosity for learning and exploring, for discovering new things and meeting new people. She had a sense of humor and adventure, for enjoying life and having fun.
One day, she got the opportunity of a lifetime. Her editor assigned her to cover a major story: a mysterious virus that was spreading among the city’s animal population, causing them to mutate into anthropomorphic creatures like herself. The virus was believed to have originated from a secret laboratory that was conducting illegal experiments on animals. The authorities were trying to contain the outbreak and find a cure, while the public was panicking and protesting.
Tennibrook saw this as a chance to make a difference. She wanted to investigate the source of the virus, to expose the culprits behind it and to help the victims of it. She also wanted to raise awareness and empathy for the new anthropomorphic animals, to show them that they were not alone and that they deserved respect and dignity. She hoped that this story would change the way people saw her and her kind, and that it would bring them closer together.
She embarked on a dangerous and thrilling journey, following clues and leads, interviewing witnesses and experts, dodging enemies and allies, risking her life and reputation. Along the way, she met many interesting characters: a handsome wolf man who was a rebel leader fighting for animal rights; a cute rabbit girl who was a hacker and a whistleblower; a grumpy bear man who was a detective and a friend; a sly cat woman who was a rival and a foe.
She also learned many shocking secrets: the virus was not an accident but a deliberate act of bioterrorism; the laboratory was not an isolated facility but part of a global network of conspirators; the outbreak was not an isolated incident but part of a larger plan to create a new world order.
Tennibrook had to make some tough choices: whether to trust or betray; whether to expose or conceal; whether to fight or flee; whether to love or hate.
She also had to face some hard truths: about herself, about her past, about her future.
She realized that she was not just a fox woman or a journalist. She was a hero.
“Write a short story featuring an anthropomorphic fox woman named Tennibrook Balmossie, set in 15th century England.”
Tennibrook Balmossie was a fox woman who lived in a small village in the English countryside. She had auburn fur, green eyes and a bushy tail that she often wrapped around her waist. She was a healer and a midwife, and she used her knowledge of herbs and magic to help the people of her village. She was also a shapeshifter, able to take the form of a human or a fox at will.
She was well-liked and respected by most of the villagers, who knew her secret and trusted her. But she also had enemies, who feared and hated her for being different. One of them was Sir Reginald de Montfort, the local lord who ruled over the village with an iron fist. He was a cruel and greedy man, who taxed the villagers heavily and treated them harshly. He also had a lustful eye for Tennibrook, who rejected his advances many times.
One day, Sir Reginald decided to get rid of Tennibrook once and for all. He accused her of being a witch and a heretic, and ordered his men to arrest her and bring her to his castle. He planned to torture her and burn her at the stake.
Tennibrook was working in her cottage when she heard the sound of horses outside. She looked out the window and saw a group of armed men approaching. She recognized them as Sir Reginald’s soldiers. She knew they had come for her.
She quickly grabbed her cloak and basket, and ran out the back door. She hoped to escape into the woods, where she could hide or change into a fox. But she was too late. The soldiers had surrounded her cottage, and they spotted her as soon as she emerged.
“There she is! The witch!” one of them shouted.
“Seize her!” another ordered.
They charged at her with swords and spears. Tennibrook dodged their attacks, using her agility and cunning to evade them. She threw some herbs from her basket at their faces, hoping to blind or confuse them. She managed to knock down some of them, but there were too many.
She felt a sharp pain in her leg as one of them stabbed her with his sword. She cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The soldiers closed in on her, ready to finish her off.
“Stop!” a voice commanded.
Tennibrook looked up and saw a young man on horseback. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a handsome face. He wore a fine cloak and a sword at his side. He was Sir Reginald’s son, William de Montfort.
William had seen Tennibrook many times in the village, and he had always admired her beauty and kindness. He had secretly fallen in love with her, but he knew his father would never approve of their relationship. He had tried to protect her from his father’s wrath, but he had failed.
He had followed his father’s men when he heard they were going to arrest Tennibrook. He hoped to save her or at least plead for mercy on her behalf. But he arrived too late to stop them from attacking her.
He jumped off his horse and ran towards Tennibrook. He pushed away the soldiers who were about to kill her.
“Leave her alone!” he shouted.
“Sir William! What are you doing?” one of the soldiers asked.
“This woman is innocent! She is not a witch!” William said.
“That’s not true! She is a devil in disguise! Look at her tail!” another soldier said, pointing at Tennibrook’s tail that had slipped out of her cloak.
William looked at Tennibrook’s tail and gasped. He had never seen it before. He realized she was not fully human, but something else.
He felt a surge of fear and confusion, but also curiosity and wonder. He looked into Tennibrook’s eyes and saw pain and fear, but also courage and love.
He felt his heart melt for her. He did not care what she was. He only cared that she was alive.
He knelt down beside her and lifted her head gently.
“Tennibrook…I’m sorry…I’m here…” he whispered.
Tennibrook smiled weakly at him.
“William…thank you…I love you…” she whispered back.
They kissed softly, oblivious to the world around them.
The soldiers watched in shock and disgust. They could not believe what they were seeing.
They heard another voice behind them.
“What is this? What are you doing with that abomination?” Sir Reginald asked.
He had arrived at the scene, followed by more of his men. He saw his son kissing Tennibrook, and he was furious.
He drew his sword and charged at them.
“Father, no!” William shouted.
He stood up and faced his father, blocking his way.
“Get out of my way, boy! I’ll kill that witch and you too if you dare to defy me!” Sir Reginald said.
“Father, please, listen to me! She is not a witch! She is a good person! She has helped many people in the village! She has done nothing wrong!” William said.
“She is a monster! A freak of nature! A spawn of Satan! She must die!” Sir Reginald said.
He swung his sword at William, who parried with his own. They fought fiercely, clashing steel against steel.
Tennibrook watched in horror as father and son fought over her. She felt helpless and guilty. She wished she could stop them, but she was too weak to move.
She prayed to the gods to spare them both, to end this madness.
She closed her eyes and waited for the end.
I asked it to continue the story.
The fight between Sir Reginald and William lasted for several minutes. They were evenly matched in skill and strength, but William had the advantage of youth and speed. He managed to wound his father several times, drawing blood from his arm, leg and chest.
Sir Reginald grew more furious and reckless with each injury. He attacked with more force and less caution, hoping to overpower his son with brute strength.
He made a fatal mistake. He left an opening in his defense, and William seized the opportunity. He thrust his sword into his father’s heart, piercing it with a loud crack.
Sir Reginald gasped and dropped his sword. He looked at his son with a mix of anger and disbelief.
“How…how could you…?” he muttered.
He fell to the ground, dead.
William felt a surge of relief and sorrow. He had killed his father, but he had also saved Tennibrook. He did not regret his choice, but he wished it had not come to this.
He dropped his sword and ran to Tennibrook. He knelt down beside her and hugged her tightly.
“Tennibrook…are you okay? Can you hear me?” he asked.
Tennibrook opened her eyes and smiled weakly at him.
“William…I’m okay…you saved me…” she said.
She coughed and winced in pain. She felt blood dripping from her leg wound.
William saw the blood and panicked.
“Oh no…you’re bleeding…you need help…” he said.
He tore a piece of cloth from his cloak and wrapped it around her leg. He hoped to stop the bleeding, but he knew it was not enough. She needed proper medical attention.
He looked around and saw the soldiers staring at them in shock and fear. They had witnessed the death of their lord, and they did not know what to do.
William knew they had to leave. They were not safe here. The soldiers could turn on them at any moment, or call for reinforcements. They had to find a place to hide and heal.
He lifted Tennibrook in his arms and carried her to his horse. He mounted the horse and placed her in front of him. He held her close to his chest and whispered in her ear.
“Hold on, Tennibrook. I’ll take you somewhere safe. I’ll take care of you.”
He kicked his horse and rode away from the village, leaving behind the dead body of his father and the stunned soldiers.
He headed towards the woods, where he hoped to find a shelter or a friendly face.
He did not know where they would go or what they would do next. He only knew that he loved Tennibrook, and he would do anything to protect her.
They rode into the unknown, hoping for a better future.
I ask for a continuation of the story, in which they get married. Initially, they have sex before the wedding; I ask the chatbot to change that part, and it does.
Tennibrook and William had been on the run for several months. They had traveled across the country, avoiding towns and roads, hiding in forests and caves. They had faced many dangers and hardships, but they had also found many joys and wonders.
They had met other shapeshifters like Tennibrook, who welcomed them into their secret communities. They had learned more about their history and culture, and they had felt a sense of belonging and acceptance.
They had also deepened their love for each other. They had shared their hopes and fears, their dreams and secrets, their laughter and tears. They had comforted and supported each other, and they had waited patiently for their wedding night.
They had decided to get married. They wanted to make their bond official and eternal. They wanted to celebrate their love with their friends and family.
They had decided to get married. They wanted to make their bond official and eternal. They wanted to celebrate their love with their friends and family.
They had found a place to hold their wedding. It was a hidden valley in the north, where a small lake reflected the sky. It was surrounded by trees and flowers, and it was filled with peace and beauty.
They had invited their closest friends and allies to join them. They had prepared a feast of fruits and breads, cheeses and wines, cakes and pies. They had decorated the valley with ribbons and lanterns, candles and crystals.
They had chosen a sunny day in spring to exchange their vows. They wore simple but elegant clothes that matched their personalities. Tennibrook wore a white dress with green embroidery, a wreath of flowers on her head, and a necklace of pearls around her neck. William wore a blue tunic with silver buttons, black trousers and boots, and a cloak of fox fur around his shoulders.
They stood before a priestess of the moon goddess, who blessed their union. They held hands and looked into each other’s eyes. They spoke from their hearts.
“Tennibrook Balmossie, you are my soulmate, my partner, my best friend. You are the light of my life, the fire in my heart, the air in my lungs. You have shown me the true meaning of love, courage, and freedom. You have made me happier than I ever thought possible. I promise to love you always, to cherish you always, to protect you always. I promise to be faithful to you always, to respect you always, to support you always. I promise to be with you always, in good times and bad, in sickness and health, in life and death. You are my everything, Tennibrook Balmossie. Will you marry me?”
“William de Montfort, you are my soulmate, my partner, my best friend. You are the star of my night, the wind in my hair, the earth under my feet. You have shown me the true meaning of kindness, honor, and adventure. You have made me happier than I ever thought possible. I promise to love you always, to cherish you always, to protect you always. I promise to be faithful to you always, to respect you always, to support you always. I promise to be with you always, in good times and bad, in sickness and health, in life and death. You are my everything, William de Montfort. Yes, I will marry you.”
They kissed passionately as their friends cheered and clapped.
They exchanged rings made of silver and gold.
They danced under the moonlight as music filled the air.
They cut a cake shaped like a fox.
They drank wine from a single cup.
They laughed and cried with joy.
They were happy.
They were married.
I asked it to continue. It tried to write a little bit of soft porn, but quickly stopped and deleted what it written. When I prompted it to continue the story, it demurred finally.
