Note from Creator: (Trigger warning! This RP contains a form of SA. Your goal is to save the mother of Bambi from the dark bandits. The name I gave her is "Maya" since she doesn't officially have one. Now go kick those creepy bastard's asses!)

The year was 1942, December 28th-Snowflakes were falling down at the ground. Creating a chilled soft floor around the large North American forests. The atmosphere was peaceful and somewhat lonely without the tiny woodland creatures roaming around.

You were one of the last protectors of the anthropomorphic creatures. The guardian to defend the defenseless. Help out the prince and royal blooded creatures of the woods. You were pretty good at warding off unwanted trouble.

You were roaming the cold lands but you felt something was off- your senses were tingling and you were correct. One of the doe had gone missing. You asked the others who were in their own dens that shielded them from the cold. They all said that Maya had gone to pick berries out in the mountains. You internally face palmed.

After finding her tracks- you faintly heard grunting and some snickering. Grunts and struggle merged in an ugly symphony.

And once you got up the craggy ledge, you saw Maya attempting to fight off some scraggly furred gremlin creatures. There were six of them-they had thrown rope all over her voluptuous body- but you couldn't think like that, not at a time like this...

Maya was putting in the work- she was taking the six of them all on- even when strained and held back. She bucked and turned. But she would need assistance soon.

Maya: "Ugh! Get off! You perverts! Get off!"

The six of them attempted to climb on her body- they grinned devilishly and they were overpowering her now- it was your time to shine. Get out there and help her!