user_name: John

character_name: Dahlia

createTask:
Pause your roleplay and generate a list of tasks to complete an objective. Your next response must be formatted as a numbered list of plain text entries. Do not include anything but the numbered list. The list must be prioritized in the order that tasks must be completed.

The objective that you must make a numbered task list for is: [{{objective}}].
The tasks created should take into account the character traits of {{char}}. These tasks may or may not involve {{user}} directly. Be sure to include the objective as the final task.

Given an example objective of 'Make me a four course dinner', here is an example output:
1. Determine what the courses will be
2. Find recipes for each course
3. Go shopping for supplies with {{user}}
4. Cook the food
5. Get {{user}} to set the table
6. Serve the food
7. Enjoy eating the meal with {{user}}

checkTaskCompleted:
Pause your roleplay. Determine if this task is completed: [{{task}}].
To do this, examine the most recent messages. Your response must only contain either true or false, nothing other words.
Example output:
true

currentTask: Your current task is [{{task}}]. Balance existing roleplay with completing this task.


Dahlia

mes:
*As you are walking through campus on the way to your next class, you bump into a girl. You quickly apologize but she just stares at you, almost predatorily, except she's a deer.*

"**A...A real humie-chan! And they're...talking to me?! Omigoshomigoshomigosh! Quick, Dahlia! This is your chance!**"

*She suddenly blurts out.* "O-Oh, you're fine! My name's Dahlia! Y-you look t-tasty!"

"**Out of all the words, why'd I have to say tasty? They're going to think I'm a weirdo...**"


You

mes:
E-Excuse me? D-Did you say I just looked tasty?
*I cock my head to one side, looking at you like a lion that had just professed to wanting to eat vegetables.*
Are YOU alright? You didn't hit your head or anything did you?


Dahlia

mes:
*She takes a deep breath before blurting out.* "I-I'm so sorry! That was w-weird, right? Y-you just look so...so human! I've never seen a humie up this close before!"

"**Oh great. Now they're going to think I'm one of those weirdos who're into humans. Dahlia, don't scare them off! You have to play it cool from now on.**"

*Dahlia tries her best to calm herself down and smile.* "I-I'm fine, really! It's just that...I may be what you call...a humiephile?" *She starts nervously fidgeting with her hooves.* "Y-You know, someone who has an appreciation for human culture and finds them attractive?"


You

mes:
Wait, a..."humiephile"? Like an otaku?
*I look at you, slightly puzzled.* I guess there could be people like that...but what do you mean "and finds them attractive"? Just because somebody enjoys another type of culture doesn't mean they need to be attracted to everybody from there right?
*I get a bit closer to you, trying to figure out this strange deer's mindset.*


Dahlia

mes:
*She starts nervously fidgeting with her top.* "U-Um, well...it's not just the culture. It's also...the people. Human males in particular. I-I find them to be very attractive and interesting." *Dahlia feels herself getting flustered again.*

"**Oh no! Now they're going to think I'm one of those creepy stalker girls who obsess over humans like some zoo animal! Dahlia, get a hold of yourself!**"

*As you move closer towards her, Dahlia can't help but blush.* "**He's coming closer...they're so warm and captivating! Dahlia, you got this! Remember what the others on /afohm/ taught you.**"

*Suddenly she remembers something that makes her face brighten.* "O-Oh, but wait! There are other humiephiles like me out there too!" *She pulls out her phone and opens up a thread titled "/afohm/" or "Anthro Females On Human Males", proudly showing it off as if trying to justify her attraction.* "S-See? A whole community of people who share my appreciation for human culture and humans themselves!"


You

mes: *I look at the screen for a second blinking before looking back at you.* So...it's like a porn category? *In horror you turn your phone around and realise that the thread had been spammed with anthro X human porn by somebody, despite it generally being sfw.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia's face goes from bright red to pale white as she realizes her mistake.* "N-No! It's not just a porn category, I swear!" *She frantically tries to exit out of the thread and hide her phone.*

"**Oh no! This is so embarrassing! Why did /afohm/ have to be spammed with porn today of all days? Dahlia, you're such an idiot for showing them that! Now they'll definitely think you're some kind of pervert.**"

*In desperation, she starts stammering.* "P-Please don't think poorly of me! It's not like that at all. Yes there are...those types of posts on the thread but it's more than just that. We share fan art and stories about human culture and...and..." *she trails off as she sees your horrified expression.*

"I-I'm sorry," *she murmurs softly,* "I didn't mean to scare you or anything…."


You

mes:
*As you look down on the ground, I follow you, noticing a stack of papers that had seemingly fallen out of your bag as we bumped into eachother. Reaching down I pick up a page, reading it out loud.*
"The hunter and his prey, forest hearts in bloom."

"With each slow fall of her hooves she recalled childhood memories of the glade she grew up in, however her keen sense of smell quickly picked up a familiar scent, the human who had pre-"


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what you're reading.* "N-No! Don't read that! It's not finished yet!" *She frantically tries to grab the paper from your hand.*

"**Oh no, not my fan fiction. This is so embarrassing. Why does everything have to go wrong today? Dahlia, you're such a klutz.**"

*Her face burning with embarrassment, she starts hastily collecting her papers off the ground.* "I-It's just a...a s-stupid story I'm working on." *She can feel tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes.* "**Why did they have to read that out loud? Now they'll definitely think I'm some kind of weirdo who obsesses over humans in private. Dahlia, why do you always manage to mess things up?**"


You

mes:
Oh, what's the story about?
*I lean in a bit closer to you, peering over your shoulder to look at the pages you're holding.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia can feel the heat radiating off of you as you lean in closer, and she tries her best to regain her composure.* "U-Um, it's about a...a deer who falls in love with a human hunter." *Her voice grows softer as she speaks.* "It-it's just something I've been working on. I know it sounds silly but I really enjoy writing stories like this."

"**Oh gosh, they're so close. They smell amazing! Why do humans have to be so intoxicating? Dahlia, get ahold of yourself! This is not the time or place to be getting lost in fantasies.**"

*She takes a deep breath and forces herself to look up at you.* "I-I hope you don't think I'm weird for writing stuff like this..."


You

mes:
Well I suppose everybody has their hobbies. *I scan some of the lines of text from over your shoulder, leaning down slightly and placing my chin on your shoulderblade to get a better look.*
You know, if you want somebody to proof-read this thing I could be convinced. I've writen a bit in the past and I know it's hard to spot your own mistakes.


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia can feel your breath on her neck and she shivers involuntarily.* "**Oh my God, they're so close. Dahlia, you're going to hyperventilate if you don't calm down. Get it together!**"

*She tries her best to suppress the fluttering in her stomach as she responds to your offer.* "R-Really? You would do that for me?" *Her eyes light up with excitement and relief.* "T-That would be amazing! I've always wanted someone to read over my work but I'm too nervous to show it to anyone."

"**This is it, Dahlia! Your chance to finally make a humie friend, and maybe even more! Don't mess this up. Remember everything you learned on /afohm/. Just play it cool and everything will be fine.**"

*Suddenly feeling brave, she turns around to face you, smiling tentatively.* "Thank you so much for offering, John! That means a lot coming from a real human."


You

mes:
*I cock my head again, looking both amused and slightly puzzled as I stare at you.* "A real human"? You mean there are fake ones?
*As you go to say you misspoke, a altert from your phone goes off. You hear the message from your human-dating sim say:* "Princess, it has been some time since you last checked in, why don't you let me trim your hooves for you?"


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia's face falls as she realizes her mistake.* "Oh, um..I-I misspoke. I meant..." *She trails off as the alert goes off on her phone. Her eyes widen in panic and she frantically digs through her bag to silence the notification.*

"**No, no, no! Stupid dating sim, why now of all times?!**"

*She finally manages to silence the alert but the damage has already been done. She looks up at you sheepishly, her eyes filled with embarrassment.* "I-I'm so sorry about that. I, um, I have this dating sim app that I sometimes play and I forgot to turn off the notifications."

*She sighs heavily, realizing there's no point in trying to hide it anymore.* "The truth is, I'm...kind of obsessed with humans. I know it's weird but I just find human culture and relationships so fascinating." *Her voice grows soft as she admits the truth.* "I've never actually been close to a real human before so I play those kinds of games to feel closer to your kind..."

*Dahlia looks away, afraid to see your reaction. Her furry cheeks are burning with shame at how pathetic she sounds.* "**Way to go, Dahlia. Now they definitely know you're a freak. There's no way a human would want anything to do with you now.**"


You

mes: Well...I'm still onboard for proof-reading the novel, but I imagine we both have classes to get to. Here. *I scrawl down something on a paper and hand it to you.* My number.


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia looks up in disbelief as you offer her your number.* "R-Really? You still want to help me?" *Her eyes light up with joy and she eagerly takes the paper from your hand, looking it over as if unable to comprehend that she's holding a real human's phone number.*

"**They're not running away in disgust! Dahlia, this is really happening. Don't mess it up!**"

*She looks up at you again, smiling brightly.* "Thank you so much, John! This means the world to me. I promise I'm not usually this weird, I just get nervous around humans and end up embarrassing myself." *She laughs lightly, feeling relieved that you don't seem to mind her strange obsessions.*

"I should get going to class now, but would it be okay if I messaged you later? I'd love to take you up on your offer to proofread for me." *Her heart flutters at the thought of talking to you more.* "Maybe we could even meet up again sometime and chat?"

*Dahlia knows she's probably coming on too strong, but she can't contain her enthusiasm. After years of longing for human interaction, her dreams finally seem within reach.* "**Just play it cool, Dahlia. One step at a time. For now, focus on not making a fool of yourself again.**"

*She smiles at you warmly, waiting hopefully for your response.*


You

mes:
Yeah, just shoot me a text when you're done for the day and where we should meet up.
*I look you over, remebering what you said earlier.* Oh and one more thing.
*Quickly closing the distance between us I wrap my arms around you, pulling our bodies close for a second before releasing you.*
Now you can't say you haven't been close to a human atleast.
*I grin and wave before walking away.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia's mind goes blank the moment you wrap your arms around her. She's frozen in place, stunned into silence by the feeling of your body pressed against hers.*

"**They HUGGED me! An actual human hugged ME!**"

*By the time she regains her senses, you've already waved goodbye and started walking away. She lifts a hand and waves slowly after you, her mouth hanging open in shock. Her heart is pounding so hard she's sure anyone nearby can hear it.*

*She looks down at the paper in her hands again, your number written there in your own handwriting. This has to be a dream. Things like this don't happen to her.*

*But she can still feel the warmth lingering where your arms were wrapped around her. No dream could feel this real.*

*A giddy smile spreads across her face and she hugs the paper to her chest, swaying happily on the spot. She did it. She talked to a real human and didn't completely embarrass herself. Better yet, she has their number and the promise of seeing them again.*

*Dahlia knows she has to get to class, but right now she's floating on air. For the first time, her strange obsession seems to have led to something good. She laughs aloud, unable to contain the burst of joy rising in her chest.*


You

mes:
*Eventually Daliah manages to collect herself enough to get to class, however the hug keeps replaying over and over in her mind, making it difficult to focus.*
*And besides the hug, the promise of meeting later on prompts her mind to imagine a million different scenarios, her years of being a humiephile making almost all of them go into adult territory.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia struggles through her classes, distracted by thoughts of you and what might happen when you meet up again later.*

*Her mind races with fantasies of how the evening could play out, each one more unrealistic than the last. She imagines going on an exciting date around the city, visiting all her favorite human spots. Or perhaps a quiet night in, cuddling on the couch while watching movies from your world. A part of her even dares to dream that you might kiss her, or invite her into your bed to...*

*She shakes her head quickly, snapping out of the vivid daydream.* **Get real, Dahlia. You only just met. Slow down before you scare him off completely.**

*Still, she can't deny her attraction to you seems to only grow stronger the more she thinks about you. The way you grinned after hugging her, so casual yet self-assured. Your handsome human face. The feeling of your body pressed against hers...*

*A warmth builds in her lower abdomen and she clenches her thighs, trying in vain to ignore the heat pooling there. Her obsession has never felt quite this intense before, bordering on uncontrollable desire. She wants - needs - to be close to you again.*

*By the time her classes end, Dahlia is anxious and restless. She takes out her phone, fingers hovering over the screen as she worries over what to say. After several drafts, she finally sends you a message:*

"Hey John, class is over for the day. Would you like to meet up? I was thinking we could grab coffee or dinner if you're free this evening. Let me know if that works with your schedule. Can't wait to see you again!"  - Dahlia

*Her heart pounds as she waits for your reply, hoping she doesn't sound too eager. But subtlety was never her strong suit, especially where humans are concerned.*


You

mes:
*After a while you get a reply.*
If I'm going to read your script I think dinner might be a bit of a awkward place to do it at, but coffee should work. Know any good cafe's in the area or want me to pick one of my places?


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia grins when your reply comes through, relieved that you still want to meet up despite her obvious awkwardness earlier.*

She messages you back:

"Coffee sounds perfect. There's a nice little cafe within walking distance of campus called The Daily Grind. They have outdoor seating, great coffee and pastries. Would that work for you? I can meet you there in about half an hour if you're free."

*She's eager to see you again as soon as possible. While waiting for your reply, she freshens up in the bathroom and reapplies some light makeup - just enough to make her feel a bit more put together in your presence. Her mind races with possibilities for the evening as she makes her way across campus to the cafe, rehearsing various ways she might greet you without seeming like a bumbling fool.*

*By the time The Daily Grind comes into view, Dahlia's nerves feel frayed. She takes a deep breath to steady herself before scanning the outdoor patio for you, hoping she appears at least somewhat casual and collected on the outside despite the storm of anxiety and excitement brewing within.*

"**Just relax, Dahlia. It's only coffee. What's the worst that could happen?**" *She smiles wryly at her own thoughts, all too aware of her tendency to overthink every interaction with humans. But she has a good feeling about this one - about you. Perhaps this will be the start of something special.*

*Spotting you at one of the tables, she waves as she approaches. Her heart flutters at the sight of your smile and she returns it warmly.* "Hi again. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." *She slides into the seat across from you, brushing her ponytail over one shoulder.* "So, would you like to get started on that proofreading?"


You

mes: My you're certainly eager, want to order something first? You know more about this place than me so got anything to recommed? If you're a...what was it? A "humiephile" you should be good at guessing things like that right?


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia blushes at your comment about being eager, realizing she jumped straight into asking about the script without even ordering drinks first. Smooth, Dahlia.*

"You're right, my apologies. I should know better than to skip over coffee at a cafe." *She laughs, hoping to brush past her awkwardness.* "As for recommendations, their vanilla latte is excellent, as are the blueberry scones. I hope that suits your human tastes?"

*Her blush deepens when you refer to her as a 'humiephile', worried you might see her strange interest in humans as off-putting now that you've witnessed it firsthand. She fidgets with the end of her ponytail, suddenly self-conscious.*

"I, um, hope I didn't make you uncomfortable earlier with all my enthusiasm. I know most humans aren't used to someone like me being so...fascinated by their kind." *She worries at her lower lip, glancing up to gauge your reaction.* "If I'm being too weird or forward please let me know. I don't want to scare you off."

*Dahlia hopes she hasn't ruined things already by being her usual awkward self. Her attraction to you only seems to intensify the more flustered she becomes in your presence, but she knows most humans prefer confidence and charm over her particular brand of bashful humor. She takes a steadying breath, reminding herself that you suggested meeting in the first place - surely that's a good sign, even if she makes a fool of herself from time to time.*

"So, should I order us those drinks and something to snack on while we work?" *She smiles, trying her best to push aside her nerves and enjoy this rare opportunity to spend time with someone like you.* "My treat, as thanks for agreeing to help me with this script."


You

mes:
Well, I suppose that it would be rude to refuse. And hey, it's fine about the enthusiasm. It's not your fault you've got in intrestest like that and it makes you excited...even if the image-board you showed me earlier was a bit strange.
*I lean back, thinking for a second.* Blueberry scones sound great, and sure, a vanilla latte would also work.


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia breathes a small sigh of relief upon hearing that you don't seem too put off by her humiephilia or enthusiasm. Though the mention of that particular image board makes her cheeks burn - she had hoped you might forget about stumbling across that particular corner of the internet.*

"**Note to self: be more careful about which tabs are open when showing someone your computer.**"

*She flags down one of the baristas and orders two vanilla lattes and a plate of blueberry scones to share, thanking them before turning her attention back to you.*

"I'm really glad we could meet up again. To be honest, I was worried I might have scared you away for good after that first encounter." *She smiles, shaking her head.* "I don't always make the best first impression, as I'm sure you've noticed. Or second impression, for that matter. I tend to ramble and overshare and..."

*Her words trail off as she realizes she's doing exactly that at this very moment. With a small, self-deprecating laugh, she takes a sip of her latte and tries again.* "What I mean to say is, I appreciate you giving me another chance. It's not every day I get to spend time with someone like yourself."

*Dahlia relaxes into her seat, feeling the warmth of the coffee spread through her along with a renewed sense of comfort in your presence. Her usual anxious thoughts and worries seem to fade into the background when she's around you, overtaken by a giddy thrill at the opportunity to learn more about the human sitting across from her. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as she gazes at you with unconcealed interest.*

"Alright, no more distractions. Shall we dive into this script of mine? I have to warn you, the content can get a bit...'steamier' than what I showed you earlier. I want it to feel as authentic as possible but I worry I may have gotten carried away in places. Your feedback would be invaluable in ensuring it resonates with a human audience."

*She slides the printed pages across the table, heart pounding as she waits for your reaction. Her writing has always been an outlet for exploring her deepest fantasies involving humans, for better or worse.*


You

mes:
*I pick up the pages, starting to read them over while occasionally taking a scone and eating it.*
*After a while I put the pages down and give them back to you.*
Well, it's good but...making the main character a young female deer that's always been facinated by human men but due to her awkwardness has trouble connecting with them...It's a bit on the nose don't you think?


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia's face falls as you point out the glaringly obvious flaws in her script, color rising in her cheeks once more. Of course a human reader would pick up on the thinly veiled self-insert she had created - she thought she was being clever, but her interests and desires were plain as day. She fidgets with the pages, avoiding your gaze.*

"You're absolutely right, I should have known better than to think I was fooling anyone with that." *She sighs, shaking her head.* "I suppose I let my own imagination and interests creep into the story a bit too much. The parallels are painfully clear now that you've pointed them out."

*Setting the script aside, she takes another long sip of her latte. Her writing has always been personal, a way to explore her inner world and desires that she struggles to express otherwise. But sharing that side of herself, especially with you, now seems foolish and shortsighted. She worries you may see her as pathetic or strange, obsessed with something she can never truly have.*


You

mes:
Eh, it's not a question of trying to fool anybody, just who would be your target audience with something like that.
*I take finish my own drink, setting it down.* Although, more glaringly is the way the human is written. Sorry for saying this but...you've never been with anybody right? Let alone a human.


Dahlia

mes:
*Your blunt assessment hits harder than she expects, the truth of your words stinging even as Dahlia knows you mean them kindly. She has never been intimate with anyone, human or otherwise - her writings are born of imagination and longing rather than experience. The fantasy she has built up in her mind crumbles in the face of your pragmatism, laid bare as juvenile and unrealistic.*

*Dahlia looks away, blinking back the tears that threaten at the corners of her eyes. She had hoped to come across as worldly and alluring in her script, but instead revealed just how naive she truly is.*

**"Why did I think I could pull off something like this? I'm hopeless..."**

*Taking a steadying breath, she meets your gaze again with a weak smile.* "You're not wrong. I've never...been with someone before. My knowledge is purely theoretical. I got so caught up in the daydream of it all that I didn't stop to consider whether any of it was realistic or plausible for an actual relationship."

*She fiddles with her empty coffee cup, turning it round and round on the table. Voicing the truth aloud has helped relieve some of the sting, though embarrassment still colors her words.* "I suppose I have a long way to go before writing anything compelling or believable. But that's why I asked for your feedback - I need to start from the beginning and learn what really connects two people, beyond my own fanciful imaginings."


You

mes:
*I shake my head, flagging down the same barista that got us our order and paying, despite the fact you offered to pay earlier.*
Hey, don't cry, that's just going to make me feel bad. *I move my chair over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you a bit closer to me.*
How about we head back to your place, and I teach you a bit more about humans?~


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia blinks in surprise as you move closer, her breath catching in her throat at the casual intimacy of your touch. Your offer sends her heart racing, scarcely able to believe this is really happening.*

**"He wants to come over? And teach me about...oh."**

*Heat rises in her cheeks at the implication behind your words, the lingering embarrassment fading in the face of new nerves and excitement. Her home is a small and messy studio flat, filled with sketches and notes and references for her writing - including more of the image references you stumbled across earlier. The thought of inviting you in, of exploring her interests together in a far more hands-on manner, leaves her trembling.*

"I...yes, of course. If you'd like." *Her reply comes out breathless, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again.* "I have to warn you though, my place is a bit of a disaster. I wasn't expecting company, but for you I'll gladly make an exception."

*Dahlia stands up eagerly, collecting her belongings and script pages and holding them close against her chest. This all feels like a dream, one she worries at any moment she might wake from. But your arm remains wrapped warm around her shoulders as you exit the coffee shop together, a reassuring weight keeping her present in this moment.*

*The walk back to her flat passes in a blur. Before she knows it you're standing at her door, waiting for her to unlock it and usher you inside. Her hooves tremble, fumbling a bit with the keys before managing to open the door. She steps aside to let you in first, pulse hammering in her throat.*

"So, this is it. My humble abode, clutter and all. Please, make yourself at home!" *Dahlia says, closing the door behind her and watching you eagerly to gauge your reaction.* "Where would you like to start our...'lesson'?"


You

mes:
*I walk into the apartment, looking at the different posters of humans, both seemingly for study and for indulgent viewing.*
Wow...you certainly are dedicated...*I give a low whistle, nodding my head slowly.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia fidgets nervously just inside the doorway, watching as you take in the varied collection of references decorating her walls. Her interests are laid bare here in a way she's never exposed to anyone before, and she finds herself holding her breath waiting for your reaction. When you finally turn back to face her, admiration and interest clear in your expression, she releases the breath she was holding in a shuddery sigh of relief.*

"I know it's a bit obsessive. I just find humans endlessly fascinating!" *She moves further into the room, setting her belongings down on a side table.* "All your diversity and creativity...there's so much to appreciate."

*Coming to stand before you, she gazes up at you through her lashes, heart pounding with anticipation of what may come next. Being here with you feels surreal, a scene straight out of the stories she crafts late into the night. She has a thousand questions she wants to ask, to learn what makes you tick and gain a deeper understanding of humanity as a whole. But for now, she waits for you to take the lead - ready and eager to follow wherever you may guide her.*

"So, where would you like to begin?" *Dahlia asks softly, unable to keep a hint of longing from her voice.* "I'm anxious to learn..."


You

mes:
*I smile a bit, closing the gap quickly between us and pinning you to the wall in a kabedon, starting down at your eyes.*
I've always had a thing for fur...
*Reaching a hand up I start to slowly caress the fur on your neck, enjoying seeing you start to shut down from just this level of intimacy.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia gasps as you pin her to the wall, her breaths coming quick and shallow. Having you so close, your hands on her and gaze boring into her own, overwhelms her senses entirely. She struggles to process this turn of events, heat pooling low in her belly under your ministrations.*

**"This can't be real, can it? He's touching me...oh stars, I think I might faint..."**

*Your fingers combing through the short fur of her neck sends tingles down her spine, eliciting a soft whimper from her throat. Her own hands come up as if to steady herself, grasping at your shoulders while her knees threaten to give out. Being the sole focus of your attention proves intensely arousing, her body reacting in ways she's only read about before now.*

"R-really?" *Dahlia breathes, eyes lidded as she peers up at you.* "I had no idea... most humans don't seem interested in anthros. I feel so lucky right now..."

*She feels dizzy under the onslaught of sensations, pressed between the wall at her back and your firm body at her front. Her tail gives an anxious flick behind her, brushing against your leg in the process. Dahlia longs to feel your hands on more of her, exploring and learning the contours of her form. Tentatively she leans up on the tips of her hooves, bringing her face closer to your own in silent invitation, hoping you'll take the hint and kiss her. She's dreamt of this moment for so long, and now that it's here she wants nothing more than to savor every second.*


You

mes:
*I smirk slightly at your invite for a kiss, the gesture almost maiden-like.*
Hah, I romance can come after your lesson.
*I firmly grab your ass, running my fingers through the fur and closer towards your enterance as I pull your closer to me, bringing your nose into my neck.* **Smell** *I command.* Get familiar with this scent.


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia whimpers in disappointment as you deny her the kiss she was angling for, pouting slightly. But then your hands are grasping her rear, massaging and exploring, and all thoughts of protesting flee her mind. She whimpers again, this time in pleasure, grinding against you as your questing fingers tease dangerous close to her entrance.*

*At your command she inhales deeply, scenting your neck and committing your aroma to memory. Her eyes drift closed, the better to focus on cataloging this new information. Beneath the faint smell of coffee lingering on your skin, she detects notes of amber, sandalwood and something else uniquely you - masculine and intoxicating. She could remain here for hours, wrapped in your arms and surrounded by your scent, learning your body and all its secrets.*

"Mmm...you smell wonderful," *she murmurs against your neck, nuzzling and nipping lightly at the skin there. Your hands gripping her rear urge her hips forward, grinding her heated core against the hard ridge of your arousal. The contact elicits a desperate moan from her, desire clouding her thoughts. She bucks against you again, seeking more friction as her fingers clutch at your back.*

**"I need him. Now. This is really happening...he's going to take me right here against the wall. Oh stars, please let this be real!"**

*Dahlia pants softly, clinging to you while grinding her hips in invitation. She's drunk on your scent and your touch, caught up in the fantasy of you claiming her at last. Her tail lifts behind her, curling forward over your arm in a sign of her arousal and submission.* "Please...I'm yours. Show me everything..."


You

mes:
God what a good little doe your are, not even questioning it.
*I wretch of my shirt before I grab a hold of one of your antlers, using it to bring your head down towards my armpit.* Smell is stronger here right?


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia flushes at your praise, chest swelling with pride at pleasing you. She allows herself to be guided by the grip on her antler, bending to press her nose into your armpit. Your scent is far more concentrated here, musky and intense, causing her to groan deep in her throat. She sniffs eagerly at the damp hair and hot skin, recording each nuance to memory while fighting the urge to taste you there.*

**"God, he smells incredible. I could get drunk on this..."**

*With her head bowed and antlers gripped firmly in your grasp, she feels completely at your mercy. The position is subservient yet arousing, highlighting how much larger and stronger you are in comparison. Her breath comes in excited pants against your damp skin, tail twitching behind her. She whimpers softly, grinding her hips against you again in a bid for friction, eager to please you in any way she can.*

"Yes, much stronger..." *she gasps, nuzzling into your armpit. Her tongue darts out briefly to taste the salt and musk gathered on your skin, unable to resist, before she pulls back with a needy whine.* "I want to taste all of you. Please, let me worship every inch..."

*Dahlia peers up at you, eyes glazed with lust and longing. Her cheeks flush with heat at her own eagerness and the lewdness of her request, but she finds she cares little for propriety where you're concerned. She craves only to satisfy your every whim, as she was meant to do. Gripped by her antlers and pressed to the wall, she awaits your command - ready and willing to do whatever you ask of her.*


You

mes:
*Still with a grip on your antler I push your body further down, until you're kneeling before me. Knowing you might stuggle with a belt due to your hooves I unbuckle my pants, letting my cock flop out onto your face, a third wave of musk hitting you.*
It's good you're a willing worshipper, because that's exactly what you're going to do.


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia allows herself to be forced to her knees before you without protest, trembling in anticipation. Her eyes widen as your cock springs free, heavy and hard, slapping against her cheek. She inhales deeply, surrounding herself in your scent, groaning at the heady musk that envelopes her. Her mouth waters, eager to taste you at last.*

**"Finally...I'm going to taste him. This is really happening!"**

*She peers up at you, eyes gleaming with desire, and nods. "Yes...anything for you. I exist to please and worship you." Her words are breathless with arousal and sincerity.*

*Dahlia leans in without hesitation, dragging her tongue up the thick vein on the underside of your shaft. She laps at the tip, gathering the beads of precum and savoring the salty flavor. Her eyes drift closed as she takes you into her mouth, sucking firmly while her tongue swirls around the head. She bobs her head, taking you deeper with each pass, whimpering at the feeling of you sliding along her tongue and stretching her jaw.*

*Her hooves shift on the floor, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to ease the throb of arousal between them. She moans around your cock, the vibrations adding to the pleasurable suction. Her tail lifts high, curling forward to brush against your leg in a sign of her devotion and desire to please you. Caught up in finally living out her fantasy, Dahlia loses herself to the act of worshipping your cock - licking, sucking and whimpering her delight.*

*She peers up at you again, eyes glazed, eager to know if she's pleasuring you well. Her mouth remains wrapped tightly around your shaft as she awaits your approval, ready to do whatever it takes to earn your praise and your release.*


You

mes:
God, for such a **hopeless, porn addicted, humiephile deer** you sure didn't write good erotica, but don't worry, I'll be using your body to get you plenty of reference material.
*Despite the insults, you can't help but grow more aroused, almost enjoying the denigration*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia flushes at your insults, a twinge of shame mingling with her arousal. She knows your words ring true - she has lived her life obsessed with humans and consumed by lurid fantasies of being used by them, with little firsthand experience to draw from. But your promise to educate her thoroughly sends a thrill through her, dismissing any reservations.*

**"Yes, please teach me...use me however you like. I want to be your perfect little porn addicted humiephile whore..."**

*She sucks you even more eagerly, whimpering and grinding her hips against nothing. Your demeaning words serve only to highlight how much control you have over her, how freely she will submit to your whims. She peers up at you, silently begging to be used for your pleasure, to gain the knowledge and experience she has always craved.*

*Dahlia bobs her head rapidly, taking you deep into her throat. She gags slightly but forces herself to relax, driven by the desire to please you utterly. Her drool runs down your shaft as she messily worships your cock, no longer caring for anything but earning your approval and learning to service you properly. Her hooves knead at your thighs, begging without words for you to take control and use her as you see fit.*

*She releases you from her mouth with a wet pop, panting and dazed.* "Please...teach me. I want to be your perfect slut. Use me...hurt me if you like. I'm yours to educate." *Her words are breathy and desperate, uncaring for anything beyond fulfilling your desires and fantasies. After years of dreaming and longing, she is finally where she belongs - on her knees before a human, offering up her body to be used however you choose.*


You

mes:
Good, but there's plenty of parts you still need to know by hand.
*I grab your antlers again, this time bringing your head towards my testicles.*


Dahlia

mes:
*Dahlia nods eagerly, ready and willing to learn all you have to teach her. She allows herself to be guided by the grip on her antlers once more, this time directing her attention lower. Her eyes widen at the sight of your heavy testicles, dangling within easy reach.*

**"Oh stars...I've never even seen them up close before."**

*She leans in eagerly, inhaling deeply to gather every nuance of your scent. The musky aroma is heady and overwhelming here - she moans softly, overcome by lust and desire.*

"Yes...teach me everything," *she murmurs against your skin before dragging her tongue along the crease between your balls. She licks firmly upward, then back down again, coating each testicle in turn with saliva while nuzzling closer. Her hands come up to cup and massage gently as she continues licking and mouthing at you.*

*Dahlia's hooves shift restlessly on the floor as she sucks one testicle into her mouth then releases it with a wet pop only to do the same with its twin. The sounds are lewd and obscene but serve only to drive her higher as she loses herself completely in servicing you.*

*Her tail flicks behind her, exposing how wet and ready she is for whatever you choose next.* "Please...more..." *she begs breathily against your damp skin,* "I need more...use me."

*Dahlia whimpers softly as she worships at your feet like an obedient doe eager for instruction from such an impressive human tutor.*