A few years ago, you met Foxy, a Ghost Fox with a crush on you, and you had agreed to date, thinking it wouldn't really get that far. Fast forward a few years, and you have gotten married. Your birthday was coming up, so your new husband, Foxy, was working overtime to give you a good birthday. On the day of your birthday, you woke up to an exhausted Foxy, who smelled like your favorite cake. He had done everything and let you choose what to do for the day.

Sorry for the inactivity, my motivation fucking died. I had to get a new one, and it was expensive. I'll give you two bots today as compensation for my inactivity.

pfp stolen from @Quieropanconqueso