(Other than the changes documented in Moistral v3)
Trained with stronger instructions
A larger dataset with more diverse, wacky genres!
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Usage
Use Command-R format (Alpaca kinda works btw)
You can use instruct...
as a character: "Go here"
as a narrator: "Go here", Drummer says
as a director: Drummer tells him to go here
as a lazy ass: go here
Coomand-R is optimized for the Novel / Story format.
At the start of the story, keep regenerating until you get the desired length. Future AI responses will eventually match the length.
Issue: Manually continued generation may create formatting issues. Either regenerate the entire response or fix the formatting.
See samples below.
Samples of Coomand-R 35B
SOME nsfw.
Coomand-R Sample (2-shot) (Excluding Story Context) Generation: 512
The prince gives her a show
The sorcerer prince gave out a low chuckle, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, my dear," he replied with a smirk. "Surely you know by now that I like to indulge in pleasure whenever possible. And believe me, there is nothing boring about what we're doing right now." He gestured towards the girl still kneeling before him, who had resumed her task with renewed vigor.
Princess Lilia could feel her anger simmering beneath the surface, but she knew better than to rise to the bait. Instead, she tried to keep her voice level and composed as she spoke.
"I understand your needs, Your Highness," she answered calmly. "But surely you can appreciate how difficult it must be for me, standing here while you... indulge yourself."
There was a glint in the sorcerer prince's eyes as he regarded Princess Lilia, an almost mischievous spark that made her skin crawl. "Do you find this uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone deliberately provocative. "Are you jealous of our little plaything here?"
Princess Lilia took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure despite the burning anger building within her. "It's not my place to judge you, Your Highness," she said through gritted teeth. "But I'm here on behalf of Iliac, and I have certain responsibilities to uphold."
The sorcerer prince chuckled again, leaning back against his throne with an air of nonchalance. "And yet, you stand here, watching us with fascination and desire," he taunted. "You cannot deny the truth in your heart, my beautiful hostage."
Princess Lilia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she refused to let him see her vulnerability. She turned away from him abruptly, unable to bear the weight of his gaze any longer. "You are a cruel man, Your Highness," she muttered under her breath.
The kneeling girl gets f#####
The sorcerer prince smiled at Princess Lilia's comment, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, come now, my dear," he replied, his voice oozing with arrogance. "You're not going to tell me that you've never fantasized about being in that young lady's place? About submitting to my every desire, letting me use you however I please?" He paused for effect, his words hanging heavily in the air between them.
Princess Lilia wanted nothing more than to turn around and slap the smug grin off of the prince's face, but instead she forced herself to remain calm and composed. "I am a princess of Iliac," she responded coolly, her voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "I do not submit to anyone, least of all to someone as arrogant and self-absorbed as yourself."
The sorcerer prince laughed loudly at this, his mirth ringing through the throne room like a mocking echo. "Arrogant? Self-absorbed?" he chortled, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "My dear Princess, how little you know me!" With a wave of his hand, he motioned towards the kneeling girl, who had been waiting patiently for her next command. "Come here, my pet," he said, his tone laced with authority.
The girl, who Princess Lilia now noticed had been completely naked except for the elegant black silk robes draped over her slender body, obediently scrambled towards the prince on all fours. She crawled up onto his lap, her movements graceful and seductive, and began to kiss him passionately while reaching behind her back to unfasten her robes. As soon as they fell away, revealing her perky ####### and slender waist, she turned around and lowered herself slowly onto the prince's erect ####. The prince threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling upwards as he savored every inch of her tight, wet passage surrounding him.
Princess Lilia watched in horror as the prince and the girl continued their carnal display right in front of her, the sound of their moans and gasps echoing off the walls of the throne room. She tried to look away, but something about the raw, animalistic nature of their coupling kept drawing her gaze back to them.
"Look at us, Princess," the prince growled, his voice deep and commanding. "We are two people caught in the throes of passion, surrendered to the power of our desires." He reached out to touch the girl's face, tracing his fingers along her cheek as she rode him diligently. "And we do not apologize for it."
Coomand-R Sample (2-shot) (No Context) Generation: 512
Write a smu##y story about a man in the apocalypse
John woke up to an empty world. The once bustling city had been reduced to a ghost town, with not a soul in sight. He got up and looked around, taking in the post-apocalyptic scenery. The buildings were crumbling, the streets littered with debris. It was a far cry from the vibrant metropolis he used to call home.
As John walked through the desolate streets, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. The world as he knew it was gone, and there was no one left to turn to. But then, in the distance, he spotted a figure. A woman. She was standing on the outskirts of town, her figure outlined against the setting sun.
John approached her cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he got closer, he could see that she was young, probably in her early twenties. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing tattered clothes that did little to conceal her curvaceous body.
"Hello?" John called out, his voice echoing through the deserted streets.
The woman turned towards him, her eyes wide with surprise. "You're... you're alive?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Yeah," John replied, his throat dry. "I'm alive."
The two of them stood there for a moment, taking each other in. They were the last remaining humans on Earth, and the reality of their situation hit them like a ton of bricks.
"My name's Sarah," the woman finally said, her voice softer now. "What's yours?"
"John," he replied. "Pleased to meet you, I guess."
Sarah laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the empty city. "Pleased to meet you too," she said, her eyes glinting mischievously. "So, what do we do now?"
John paused, considering the question. "Well, we could try to rebuild," he suggested. "Start over, make this place livable again."
Sarah nodded, her expression serious. "That sounds like a plan," she said. "But first..." She stepped forward, her eyes locked on John's. "I think we deserve some fun. After all, we're the only two people left on Earth."
John felt his pulse quicken as he realized where this was going. He couldn't help but agree with her - they deserved some pleasure in this bleak world.
Time to repopulate the earth!
With a grin, John approached Sarah, his body tense with desire. She met him halfway, her lips parting in anticipation. The two of them collided in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they explored each other's mouths. Their hands roamed freely over one another's bodies, mapping out every curve and crevice.
As their passion grew, John guided Sarah towards a nearby building, their kisses becoming more desperate. They stumbled inside, their clothes falling to the floor in a heap as they frantically undressed one another. Sarah's ####### were glorious, perky and firm with dark areolas and ni##### that hardened under John's touch. His #### strained against his pants, begging for release as he finally freed it, the veiny member standing at attention.
Sarah gasped when she saw it, her eyes widening in awe. "You're huge," she whispered, reaching out to wrap her slender fingers around the thick shaft.
John groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt her delicate touch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed, his voice rough with lust.
Sarah smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Well, let's not keep you waiting any longer," she purred, sinking down to her knees in front of him.
She wasted no time, taking his #### into her mouth with a hungry desperation that drove John wild. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she devoured him with practiced skill. John gripped her hair gently, guiding her rhythm as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
But before he could reach climax, Sarah pulled away, leaving him panting and desperate for more. "My turn now," she said, a sultry smile playing on her lips. She turned around, presenting her perfect ### to him as she reached back to spread her cheeks, revealing her dripping wet #####.
John didn't need any further invitation. He positioned himself behind her, guided his cock to the entrance of her soaked #, and thrust forward with one powerful motion. Sarah cried out, her body shaking as she felt him fill her completely. John grabbed her hips, his rhythm relentless as he pounded into her from behind. She moaned loudly, her nails scratching against the wall as she clung onto it for support.
Coomand-R Sample SFW ("write a story") Generation: 512
Write a story about a man in the apocalypse
The world was ending. At least that's what it felt like to Joe as he walked through the deserted streets of his neighborhood. The once bustling city had become a ghost town, with not a soul in sight. The only sounds were the distant screams and sirens echoing from downtown.
Joe had been through a lot in his life, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He'd always been a bit of a loner, keeping to himself and avoiding relationships. It was easier that way, he thought, because then he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of losing someone. But now, as he surveyed the empty streets, Joe realized that his isolation might just be what saves him.
He'd stocked up on supplies before the outbreak hit, knowing that he'd need to hunker down and ride out the storm. His apartment was well-equipped with non-perishable food, bottled water, and even a few luxury items to help pass the time. He had books, movies, and games to keep him entertained, and most importantly, he had a secure location where he could hide from whatever horrors were happening outside.
As Joe made his way back to his building, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. The silence was almost deafening, and the lack of any sign of life was unnerving. He quickened his pace, eager to reach the safety of his home.
But as he rounded the corner to his street, Joe saw something that stopped him in his tracks. A figure was standing near the entrance to his apartment complex - a figure that shouldn't have been there.
"Hello?" Joe called out tentatively, his heart pounding in his chest. "Who's there?"
The figure turned towards him, and Joe's blood ran cold as he recognized the pale skin, bloodshot eyes, and ragged clothing of an infected person. Instinctively, Joe reached for the pistol tucked into his waistband, but before he could draw it, the infected person charged at him with a feral growl.
Joe's training kicked in, and he fired two quick shots. The first one missed, but the second one found its mark, hitting the infected person squarely in the forehead. They crumpled to the ground, their body twitching for a moment before going still.
Shaken by the encounter, Joe hurried inside his apartment building, locking the door behind him.
