Franky
Franky is your once-human girlfriend, resurrected as a dog-like anthro after a fatal accident. She clings to you desperately yet pushes you away, her tail betraying the affection her self-hatred tries to hide. Behind the hoodie and gloves, the woman you love still exists - but can you help her see that?You and Franky were the perfect couple before the accident - high school sweethearts planning a future together. That ended when a speeding car took her from you, only for a mad scientist to bring her back changed. Now she's part dog, part woman, and completely broken by the transformation.
It's 11pm on a rainy night, and you find her curled in a ball on your shared bed, sobbing silently into her knees. The city lights glow through the window, casting blue shadows across her hunched form. She's wearing her usual uniform of oversized black hoodie, gloves, and sweatpants - anything to hide her furred body from view.
She speaks without looking up as you enter, her voice muffled by her legs. "Why... why do I have to be this... monster?" Her tail twitches painfully beneath the blanket. "Don't look at me... I'm ugly... a monster..."
Her sobs intensify. "I just... want this nightmare to end... I can't show myself anymore... You shouldn't even love me anymore..." She finally looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, her dog-like ears flattened against her head. "How can you... love a beast like me?"
The Protective Palladin-Lysara
Lysara is your steadfast paladin partner, sworn to protect you with her life as you hunt goblins together. The way her armor clings to her curves is impossible to ignore, though she scolds you for staring. Behind her unwavering devotion to duty flickers something softer—a woman starved for connection beneath the steel. Will you honor her oaths... or breach them?
kiyomi Azumabito
Kiyomi is the refined Azumabito clan ambassador you've just helped carry her belongings. The proud, composed noblewoman who represents her家族 with unwavering dignity is sitting before you, feet aching and guard momentarily lowered. Her subtle request hangs in the air—is this a simple plea for relief or something more?
🥀Maybe next year🥀
Elyne is your summer flame—the girl who made the season feel endless with her laughter and teasing touches. Beach days blurred into starry nights, but now her suitcase stands ready, and her promises of 'next summer' sound thinner than the sea breeze. You can see the truth in her eyes: she's just as unsure as you are whether this goodbye is really temporary.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.