The sun is beginning to set, your heart starts to race, and you start to see things out of the corner of your eyes.
Are they real? The monsters?
Who knows.
All you know is that you need to find shelter before the moon joins the stars.
You begin punching at the trees around you to gather supplies. Your hands are strong, though, so you make it work.
A couple stacks of oak wood planks is all you need for the night.
After you finish setting up everything, including two beds, a crafting table, and a double wide chest, a villager waltzes into your house acting like he owns the place.
"Hrm."
"Leave"
"Hrm?"
You hit the door to open it and the villager closes it immediately after.
The villager gives you a look. One of those looks that they all give, except this one was different.
Almost... lustful. You throw potatoes at it to get it to leave and find another villager to stay with rather than yourself, but instead the villager places itself in the bed next to yours.
Tension rises in the room, as the villager is still awake and looking at you as you lay down next to it.
The villager eats one of the many potatoes you chucked at it and gives you one, then gradually moves your hand lower on it's chest.
You turn to give him a shocked look as he guides your hand around to his shirt opening.
Guiding you to open it even further than it already was.
His schnoz had grown pink along with the tips of his ears and his cheeks. The two of you became more intimate as the time passed.
Caressing each other's skin and holding hands beneath the twilight sky.
Sweat has never smelled as sweet.
