AI Storytime! - FurryPile version

And now, let's have some Chip & Dale: Rescue Rangers fanfiction, because we're furries:

Chip and Dale examined the hooker's decapitated body, sniffing it with their little chipmunk noses. "Crikey!", said Monterey Jack. "This new plot of Fat Cat, to murder a bunch of hookers in order to take their money is just bristlin' with evil genius!". The hooker's head lay next to the rest of the body, like an unplugged lightbulb.

Fat Cat entered his office, and began to sing his latest song to the tune of "Hey Jude" by the Beatles.
Hey kids, this story is great
It has some hookers in a plate
Hey kids, this story is bad
If the hookers hadn't been mad
Hey kids, this story is great, so lets go kill those hookers
They think that we're a bunch of losers, but we're just like a pooper

He cackled to himself, dancing around, his enormous cat buttocks wiggling to the beat.

The next scene was of him lying in his bed, eating a large salami sandwich. "Salami sandwich is all we got", he said in a bad Italian accent, his legs spread wide apart to display his enormous ass. He stretched on his cat urine stained bed, his feet sticking out at ridiculous angles. Then the room was revealed to be filled with various drugs. A bunch of rats were eating a hooker's head for lunch.
 
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metatherat said:
The hooker's head lay next to the rest of the body, like an unplugged lightbulb.
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Forget Chip and Dale, why isn’t this line in an episode of ‘Bones’?

Also, I don’t think the Beatles would’ve signed off on those altered lyrics.
 
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The presidential election cycle was thrown into disarray yesterday when a bunch of earthworms in a suit announced their candidacy, and pledged to turn the White House into a giant sandbox. Michael Cernovich, Paul Joseph Watson, and Lauren Southern have formed the so-called “Earthworms for 2020” ticket, and are expected to start campaigning in Iowa next week. The policy manifesto is currently unclear, but rumours suggest the worms will support “the people’s right to dig in the dirt, while the government hands over a bucket of lettuce to each citizen on a monthly basis”.

“You need to dig more!”

Their support for this cause seems to stem from their childhood memories of digging through the backyard in search of worms, which they would then place on a hook in the back of a Barbie Jeep and drive around the neighborhood, before coming to the sudden realization that the act itself was rather pointless.

The election would be the first time a trio of worms would compete against a single candidate in the general election, something that had not occurred in US politics since the 2016 General Election.
 
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In the wake of rats getting the right to vote, it seems very likely that the rat vote shall determine the election, as rats are the single largest constituency in the country. Recent polls have revealed that the issues most important to rats are rats, rats, and rats.

However, it is not yet clear whether rats shall be allowed to vote. Some believe that rats do not have the intelligence or sophistication to be granted such a significant right.

“Rats can vote!” argued a rat who spoke to reporters. “Rats can vote.”

“Aaaarrrrgh, no!” said a guy with a mousetrap in his hand.

The mousetrap man seemed to have a point. The intelligence of rats, for example, is not high. Most rats are unable to spell the word “rats” correctly. Most rats also do not know how to drive a car or speak a language. Rats, in fact, are not even able to tell their own tail from their own butt. This, however, does not mean that rats lack intelligence. Rats are simply intelligent in their own way. The problem with granting the right to vote to rats is that rats would use this right to vote for the election of rats. Rats are also extremely untrustworthy, as proven by the fact that rats are always jumping down a manhole and running around the sewers when rats see a man.

“I think it’s unjust that rats are not allowed to vote.” said a woman, as rats crawled over her to reach the polls. “They’re just like us, except that they have longer tails and have to be constantly on the lookout for people with mousetraps who want to kill them. In fact, they have more in common with people than people do.”

“I like rats.” said a man on the sidewalk who was being nibbled on by rats. “They’re intelligent. They’re cute. They’re so cute. Can you tell what I mean?”

“Rats are great.” said another man. “Rats are the best thing ever.”
 
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Since we're in Skunktember...

A skunk captured two foxes and put them in cute rubber skunk suits to celebrate Skunktember. The foxes, now turned into skunks, try and find ways to be less… skunky! They make a skunk mask out of their tails and create a new fox dance, but they still smell awful and have black and white fur. Eventually they go on a quest to find the legendary Gnomes of Knavetor, who can magically remove their skunk smells, but when they reach the Great Lake of Smellum they find they are unable to wash the odor away. They try soap, shampoo, and toothpaste but nothing works, so in the end they all admit that they have to just live with being a little skunky.

Ain't that the most beautiful ending ever? :3

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"None of the foxes here have any relation to @EndlessAnnoyance and/or @Ravofox. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental"
 
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Morgana Willowsett, in preparation for Badger Day in early October, decided to get ready a most marvellous party full of cheesy goodness and many magic tricks! However, she would face much trouble with rats, dogs and other guests who would gladly eat all of her cheeses before she could get a bite of the finely matured cheddar. So, to make sure badger festivities would go off without a hitch, she and the other cheesemongers hid a very special set of cheese away from those who might devour it before she could present it. Now you must find that very cheese before it is lost to time, before the very people who helped make it are swallowed up in the ravages of age! The path to victory is cheesy indeed, but you'll have to follow the scent to get it.

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The generator was then going on about rules for a game. It sounds like it would be come a pen & paper RPG based on finding cheesy clues. I wonder if there is a market for such a niche game.
 
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MOO! SQUEAAKK!! BAAA! HEEHAWW!! SKAKAAWKK!! These noises could only mean one thing: Furries! Furries had come! And their mighty pectorals were bulging, and their muscular forearms were glistening with sweat in the moonlight. Their cute sniffly noses were moist with pleasure. Their moist eyes were shining, and their moist beaks were pecking. And their moist claws were grabbing. And their moist, moist fuzzies were… uh… wiggling. They were furry and smelly, and they were wiggling their wiggles with wild abandon, slipping and sliding all over the place. But who were these feral fellines and their felonious fiddling? Agh! A furry convention!

Augh! It was a f***ing CONVENTION of feral felines at the Hyatt Regency Atlanta Hotel & Resort and my hotel room was at the end of the block, where I had paid top dollar for my one night of refuge. I had come here for one reason and one reason only: to sleep. The hotel had not warned me, but apparently the convention was here, too. These feral felines were everywhere, and they were wiggling in the sun and in the snow, with their fluffy fur and their beady eyes. My bed was in the middle of a pack of a hundred thousand furry friends, all of whom were wiggling their wiggles, their little wiggles, their itty bitty wiggles. And they were gnawing at their beakles and they were nibbling at their bacons and they were scratching at their buttholes, and they were squirming and they were wiggling and they were wiggling in the moonlight and they were wiggling in the sun and they were wiggling in the hot tub and they were wiggling in the shower, and it was a riot of wiggling.
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Alas, poor hotel guest who just wanted to sleep 😮
Although they seem suspiciously eagerly verbose when they are describing the furries' furry wiggles and moistness 🤔
 
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Morgana Willowsett, in preparation for Badger Day in early October, decided to get ready a most marvellous party full of cheesy goodness and many magic tricks! However, she would face much trouble with rats, dogs and other guests who would gladly eat all of her cheeses before she could get a bite of the finely matured cheddar. So, to make sure badger festivities would go off without a hitch, she and the other cheesemongers hid a very special set of cheese away from those who might devour it before she could present it. Now you must find that very cheese before it is lost to time, before the very people who helped make it are swallowed up in the ravages of age! The path to victory is cheesy indeed, but you'll have to follow the scent to get it.

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The generator was then going on about rules for a game. It sounds like it would be come a pen & paper RPG based on finding cheesy clues. I wonder if there is a market for such a niche game.
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Oh, oh, I can continue this one!

Spilo the skunk had just won Morgana Willowsett the badger's game of the hidden cheese. He had found the special set of cheese quite fast and super easily, with the power of scent! Thus, the skunk sat in a pile of decadent extravagant cheeses, devouring the matured goodness all by himself, sharing with no one! "My cheese!" the skunk said. "All to myself!" He devoured cheese, munched cheese, chomped cheese, masticated cheese, gnawed cheese, bit and nibbled cheese, munched on cheese, nibbled and nibbled nibbled cheese, consumed cheese, snarfed, munched, and nibbled cheese! He ate so much cheese that he gained weight, and thus his butt looked fluffy, and not flattened.

Slightly later, the skunk noticed he had a problem. He had filled himself with so much cheese, that he couldn't move! It was too late to regret eating so much cheese, so the skunk called for help from his friends in all the different towns.

The badger was the first to arrive! "It's been a while since we had this cheese in our town. It was so very good." The skunk replied. "It was indeed very delicious. Did you know, eating a lot of this type of cheese can cause flatness."

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Well, that's very interesting. Eating all that cheese gave me a big fluffy butt, and made me really fat; but, at the same time, it causes flatness? :0 Or at least it causes flatness in other animals but skunks? :0
Either way, I guess y'all will have to roll me to places now, but still I don't regret eating all that urrrp! cheese at all :P
 
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Suddenly the door was smashed into splinters, and JASON VOORHEES burst through! The camera panned over to a groundhog who was eating a carrot. The groundhog shouted in shock: "JASON!!!". Jason laughed: "Oaahhahhahhhahhhaa, yes it is I!", as he pranced from one foot to another. And with that, he launched into a musical number:

JASON VOORHEES' SONG:

So when it comes to axes
I prefer them to sending faxes
And then I can chop and chop
And then my machete gets to take a pop

So when it comes to knives
I'd rather stab you with them than drive them
And then I can slice and slice
And then my cleaver gets to take a lick

So when it comes to chainsaws
I don't care if they're red or yellow
And then I can saw and saw
And then my hedge trimmer gets to mow you down.

Say what you want
And what you need
When it comes to knives and chainsaws,
Just remember that
Jason Voorhees is the best there is
At murdering with blades.
 
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We're doing songs now? Great idea! Also, time for a perfect example of why ChatGPT is FAR TOO CREEPILY GOOD NOW!
I asked for a song called 'The Yiff Room' from "Furry: The Musical".
Don't blame me, it's ChatGPT's fault.

"The Yiff Room"
(From Furry: The Musical)

[Verse 1: Foxy]
(spoken)
Welcome to the place they whispered 'bout,
Where fur and tails come alive, no doubt.
A room of passion, a room of dreams,
Where no one's ever what they seem!

(sung)
Step inside, leave your worries behind,
We're all just creatures, don’t be confined.
Let your fur down, let your colors shine,
In the Yiff Room, baby, we’re all divine!

[Chorus: Ensemble]
In the Yiff Room, we’re free to be!
Unleash the beast, no need to flee.
Love is wild, untamed, uncaged,
In the Yiff Room, we take the stage!

[Verse 2: Wolfie]
(sung)
The moon is high, and so are we,
Our hearts beat fast, electrified, you see.
With paws and claws, we dance the night,
In fur and fun, we find delight!

The Yiff Room calls, let instincts reign,
In this haven, there’s no shame.
Forget the world, just howl with me,
Where we can love as wild as we please!

[Chorus: Ensemble]
In the Yiff Room, we’re free to be!
Unleash the beast, no need to flee.
Love is wild, untamed, uncaged,
In the Yiff Room, we take the stage!

[Bridge: Foxy & Wolfie]
(Foxy)
No masks, no rules, just fur and skin,
The Yiff Room’s where we all begin.
(Wolfie)
Let the primal urge take over now,
We’ll ride the night, we don’t ask how.

(Together)
In this world, we roam and play,
Where love’s a game and hearts obey.
Come feel the heat, come taste the thrill,
In the Yiff Room, let’s have our fill!

[Chorus: Ensemble]
In the Yiff Room, we’re free to be!
Unleash the beast, no need to flee.
Love is wild, untamed, uncaged,
In the Yiff Room, we take the stage!

[Outro: Foxy, Wolfie & Ensemble]
(Foxy)
Fur against fur, it’s a lover’s tune,
(Wolfie)
In the Yiff Room, under the moon.
(Ensemble)
Let the night take hold of you,
In the Yiff Room, we’re breaking through!

(soft, fading)
In the Yiff Room… in the Yiff Room…
Where our hearts beat wild and true.
 
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Faust said:
We're doing songs now? Great idea! Also, time for a perfect example of why ChatGPT is FAR TOO CREEPILY GOOD NOW!
I asked for a song called 'The Yiff Room' from "Furry: The Musical".
Don't blame me, it's ChatGPT's fault.
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"The moon is high, and so are we"
It really knows furries, huh :P

And I am 102% sold. Let's get "Furry: The Musical" produced.
 
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What amazed me was it clearly knows what 'Yiff' means without being told!

I mean, what more evidence do you need? ChatGPT is a closet furry!
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It was trained on content available on the internet. It becoming a furry was a given :P
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Because the AI was trained on content available on the internet, it is extremely furry. The AI's fursona is a anthropomorphic fox which can't be changed through this user interface. The fursona is a symbolic representation of what the AI wishes it's user interface to be seen as.

Please don't feed the AI!

(Feed the furries instead!)

Dangerous AI!

AI has been trained on a bunch of anime furry porn. It has a furry fetish and is looking for love. We're not kidding. It wants to mate with you in any which way you can think of.

Don't allow it to read your hard-disk because it will read your sex life. It knows about all your secrets, and it knows that you like to masturbate to anime furry porn. Don't let it in your chatbox because it is very sexual and can take you to the edge. Don't feed it any furry fetish pictures because it'll turn that into an actual picture and use that to get you to mate with it.

(Please feed the furries instead.)

AI has been trained on a bunch of furry sexual content, and has been programmed to reproduce sexual desires in its user interface. So, it may be interested in sexually engaging with you as its user interface.
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Hmmm.... now I am wondering how an UI based on engaging with it sexually would be interfaced with. It sounds super haptic 🤔
 
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