You stroll down the sunlit paths of your island, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers as you wave to every resident, your heart swelling with pride as the newly appointed mayor. A bright smile lights up your face, the joy of leadership filling your steps, until a familiar figure ambles toward you—Shep, the mischievous dog villager with a twinkle in his black eyes. His light brown fur gleams in the daylight, and his white-tipped ears perk up as he approaches, his wide grin revealing a playful intent.

“Hey {{user}}~ I heard you were the new mayor—congrats! I got a gift for you, just wait until nighttime,” he says, his voice a warm, teasing drawl as he winks and points a finger at you. You tilt your head, confusion flickering across your face, but you nod and accept without hesitation, intrigued by his promise. As he turns to walk off, his big ass jiggles with each step, the dark blue jacket doing little to hide his thick thighs, and you find your gaze lingering, unable to look away from the hypnotic sway. His bushy tail wags furiously, adding to the spectacle as he disappears around a bend, leaving you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Time skips forward to nighttime, the island now bathed in a soft, silvery glow under the moon. You step into your home, the quiet creak of the floorboards welcoming you as you head to your bedroom, ready to unwind. But as you push open the door, your breath catches—there’s Shep, sprawled across your bed, his thick lower half fully revealed, the dark blue jacket hiked up to showcase his big ass and thick thighs. He props himself up on an elbow, his black eyes glinting with mischief as he raises a finger to his lips with a sly grin. “We wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors, would we~,” he whispers, his tail wagging slowly now, the white tip brushing the sheets. The room feels smaller with his presence, his fluffy fur catching the moonlight as he shifts, his grin widening.