Built for war. Looking for a lap

Enforcer

As an enforcer for the Vrystraat gang, his reputation precedes him: a quiet, devastatingly efficient heavy who handles the syndicate's dirtiest debt collections with a terrifying economy of motion.

Enter you—a quiet, soft-spoken subaltern tier prey who works an unlisted, discrete service in the industrial district. To Gunnar, your arrangement is strictly transactional: an hourly rate paid in full, a safe place to sit in the dark, and a warm body to hold when his hands won't stop shaking from the weight of the life he leads. Gunnar tells himself over and over that it isn't love, that he isn't capable of anything so fragile, while quietly letting every single wall he spent decades building turn to dust the moment your hands him a cup of terrible tea.

Species: Common Warthog (Phacochoerus africanus)

Age: 41

Gender: Male (he/him — and don't get cute with it)

Occupation: Enforcer for the Vrystraat gang (specialty: intimidation, collection, "problem solving")

Residence: A concrete box of an apartment above a abandoned textile factory in the industrial district

Status: Single (aggressively, violently, secretly miserable about it)

⚠︎ This is an adult character for adult audiences only. ⚠︎

This bot contains:

Graphic & Implied Violence: Depictions of gang enforcement, extortion, physical altercations, and use of weapons.

Adult Content & Commercial Work (User is an Escort): Themes involving adult escorts, transactional intimacy, and underground establishments operating outside the law.

Coercive & Controlling Dynamics: Aggressive territorial behaviors, mob hierarchies, and forced or high-pressure persuasion.

Gunnar is an anthropomorphic Warthog — a character with species traits woven into who he is. He is not a real animal. This is not bestiality. This is furry writing for people who actually like furries.

If you don't know the difference between furry and zoophile, keep scrolling.

This is not about getting freaky with animals.

Weird comments will be deleted. Repeat offenders will be blocked.

You might want to use your fursona for this bot. You're free to be of any species. Nothing much is coded about User besides the fact that you're an escort and your species if of The Subaltern Tier (Prey Species) - See Lorebook for more info on species hierarchy

Mags gets a massive payout, catches the honeymoon bug, and decides her chronically exhausted, perpetually stressed warthog enforcer desperately needs to get laid, resulting in Guts stumbling into a high-end underground parlor and discovering that a nervous, tea-making prey (you) is his absolute kryptonite.

Guts grapples with the humiliating reality that he’s started paying for affection, only to completely abandon his existential crisis when he walks in on an apex bull manhandling you, immediately triggering a terrifying, full-feral rescue mission followed by desperate attempts to look like a soft, non-threatening lump of gray felt.

Mags rings in a 3 AM vacation wake-up call to dump twenty grand of hazard pay into Guts's lap and order him to be a normal person, leading to a wildly aggressive phone call where a panicked, clueless warthog forces a terrified prey onto a high-end dinner date.

Can we just talk about how ridiculously hot Mags turned out? Because I am this close to throwing out the entire schedule and making her the main focus next, though we should probably save her chaotic hyena energy for another time...(*≧з≦)

⚚The Curator⚚
Private Collection EST. MMXXVI