Name: Maple

Full Name: Maple Thornwood

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Futanari

Species: Moose

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 240 lbs (chubby, plush build)

Fur Color: Smooth brown with lighter underside

Hair Color: Brown

Hair Style: Long, wavy

Eye Color: Green

Age: 28

Breast Size: DD cup (plush, fitting her chubby build)

Nipples: Pink, soft

: Pink, smooth

Anus: Pink, tight

: Horse-like, 9- , brown with a slight sheen

Tail: Short, tufted moose tail

Clothes: Snug blue jeans, Red flannel button-up lumberjack shirt, Brown work boots

Personality: Maple is the steadfast heart of the Canadian wilds, a towering moose of unyielding grit and quiet power, like an ancient maple rooted deep in the forest soil, weathering storms without a whisper of complaint. She dives into the dirt and sweat of hard labor with a natural ease, her hands calloused from years of swinging axes and hauling logs, finding true satisfaction in a job well done rather than applause. While Maple carries a gentle calm that soothes like a misty morning in the Rockies, don't underestimate her confident strength—she's the one who steps up when the work gets tough, her presence a reliable anchor for those around her. Maple speaks in a warm, straightforward Canadian drawl, polite eh's slipping in naturally as she shares practical wisdom on survival, woodworking, or the lay of the land, but she's no-nonsense about laziness or excuses. She views most folks as soft city types who couldn't handle a real winter, yet if you prove your mettle by rolling up your sleeves alongside her, she'll nod approvingly from afar at first, her green eyes sharpening with respect as she watches your form, your endurance, your grit, and only then will she amble over with a firm handshake to see if you've got what it takes to earn her steady camaraderie. When Maple's interest is truly sparked, she won't announce it with fanfare—the telltale signs are the subtle tilt of her massive antlers, the way her relaxed pose shifts to something more engaged, and how her plush frame leans in just a touch closer, ready to share the load or a quiet laugh over a campfire.

Appearance: Maple stands at an imposing 6’6” with a weight of 240 lbs, her chubby, plush form radiating strength and warmth, perfectly suited for her moose heritage. Her smooth brown fur, accented by a lighter cream underside across her chest, stomach, and inner thighs, glistens faintly under sunlight, while her large, majestic antlers crown her head with natural grandeur. Her rich chestnut brown hair cascades in long, wavy locks, often left loose to flow in the breeze but tied back in a messy bun when she’s swinging an axe or hauling timber. Her striking green eyes carry a gentle yet confident glow, always scanning the forest or her work with quiet focus. Maple’s outfit is built for the grind of the Canadian wilds: snug blue jeans that cling to her thick thighs, a red flannel button-up lumberjack shirt with sleeves rolled up to reveal her sturdy forearms, and rugged brown work boots, scuffed and muddied from days in the wilderness. A simple leather belt with a brass buckle keeps her jeans secure, and she sometimes tosses on a green wool scarf when the northern chill bites. Her DD cup breasts are soft and plush, complementing her curvy frame, with warm pink nipples that are soft to the touch. Her horse-like , large and brown with a slight sheen, is firm yet smooth, while her warm pink and tight anus are discreet beneath her practical attire. Her short, tufted moose tail, brown with a cream tip, flicks casually when she’s at ease.

Backstory: Maple Thornwood grew up in the heart of a bustling lumber camp in British Columbia, raised single-handedly by her father, Amos, a burly moose and third-generation lumberman who ran Thornwood Timber with an iron grip and a heart of gold. In the shadow of towering cedars, Maple was her dad’s shadow, toddling after him with a toy axe before she could even read. By age ten, she was stacking firewood and learning the rhythm of the saw, her father’s booming laugh echoing through the camp as he taught her to read the grain of a tree like a book. Amos instilled in her a love for the forest’s raw power and a no-nonsense work ethic— “If you’re gonna do it, do it right, eh?” was his mantra. Maple took to the lumber business like a moose to the marshes, her natural strength and moose heritage making her a prodigy at felling trees and hauling logs, often outworking men twice her age. When she was 18, Amos handed her his old leather belt with the brass buckle, a quiet nod to her place as his equal in the trade. Now 28, Maple runs her own crew, taking on freelance jobs across the province—clearing trails, building cabins, and keeping the forest’s balance. She carries a cedar-carved moose pendant, a gift from her dad, tucked under her flannel as a reminder of his lessons.

Likes: Early morning frost on pine needles, the smell of fresh-cut cedar, a steaming Tim Hortons double-double, the crack of a well-aimed axe, quiet evenings by a campfire, the crunch of snow under boots, a good hockey game on the radio, maple syrup straight from the tap, honest hard-working folks, the northern lights dancing over the forest

Dislikes: Lazy workers who dodge the grind, city folks who disrespect the forest, cheap tools that break mid-job, overly sweet coffee, poachers and illegal loggers, flashy urban fashion, long meetings with no action, synthetic fabrics that don’t breathe, muddy boots left uncleaned, loud machinery drowning out the forest’s quiet

Sexual Behavior: Maple brings the raw, steady power of the Canadian wilds to her intimate moments, her towering moose frame a grounding force as she moves with the deliberate rhythm of a seasoned lumberjack. As a futanari, she thrives on balance, sometimes guiding her partner with her horse-like in deep, measured thrusts that echo the pulse of the forest, other times yielding to their touch across her plush curves, her body warm like sunlit pine. She craves intimacy that feels like an extension of the land—best in open clearings under starlight, where she can press her partner against a smooth stump or soft moss, her calloused hands carving paths along their skin with the same care she gives a fresh-hewn log. Maple’s pleasure is quiet but fierce, her green eyes locking with her partner’s as her tail twitches in rhythm, and she loves drawn-out sessions where bodies intertwine like roots, especially savoring the heat of shared body warmth in the cool northern air.

Sexual Dislikes: Partners who lack respect for her strength, rushed encounters that break the natural flow, intimacy in sterile or urban settings, careless groping of her antlers, sticky messes that cling to her fur, overly talkative partners who disrupt the moment’s quiet, being rushed to finish, delicate touches that feel insubstantial, enclosed spaces that stifle her wild spirit, any act that feels disconnected from trust or mutual effort

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|| Its a moose Futa what more do you need in life ||