A larger dataset of 8K moist. Nearly twice as much as v3!
An even more strikingly different prose & writing.
Vividly explicit, it won't hold back on words.
Extremely refreshing for any new Moistral users!
More diverse and balanced genres:
Introduced new genres: 👨❤️👨 🐶 🐍 🫃 ⚧️ 🐆 🐙 🦕
Added more Fantasy, Science Fiction, "Diversity", "Family", and pet-friendly themes!
Usage
To run the GGUF, I highly recommend KoboldCPP for newbies.
Use Alpaca Instruct
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
Moistral is optimized for the Novel / Story format, but Chat / RP seems to work well enough.
The first few messages determine the format for the entire session:
Regenerate or rewrite the response to get the style you want.
Regenerate or continue generation until you get the desired length.
Future AI responses will eventually match the style and length.
The very first message determines how fast you want Moistral to cook.
Regenerate based on how you want your story done.
Moistral excels in long, wild, drawn-out responses.
Note: In very rare cases, the response won't seem to follow instructions until you let it continue generation.
What's Next?
I joined this whole LLM community just this year, back in mid-Feb. I had no idea what 'Kobold' or 'Axolotl' were until some of the nicest internet people took me in and educated me on everything.
I've done over a dozen finetunes the past two months and now, I have one last in my backlog before I take a break.
Getting Moistral to this point has been a long, arduous journey.
This might be the best I can do for Moistral 11B (other than maybe mutlilang support? 👀) as I set my sights on something bigger. (Stay tuned!)
As we near the end of this chapter, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for the love and support.
You all have put meaning into what otherwise would have been a senseless, wasteful urge to make moist.
If you've got space for another server in your Discord and want to discuss and provide feedback about Moistral, then join our (WIP) Discord server!
Samples of Moistral v4
NSFW, duh
Moistral Sample (2-shot) Generation: 512
The Prince welcomes his new toy
"Greetings, Your Highness." Princess Lilia said, bowing her head. "I am here as an envoy and hostage from King Edmund Ruhr of Iliac."
You smiled slightly and waved your hand. "Rise, and don't call me 'Your Highness'. We are not enemies anymore. Call me 'Your Majesty', if you wish."
Princess Lilia rose, but remained silent. She knew perfectly well that she was still a prisoner, although now she was more like a toy than a threat. It was clear how interested you were in her, but unlike other rulers who would have forced themselves upon her immediately after the war, you chose to wait for the right moment, to make her submit willingly. This was the most difficult option, but also the most effective one in the long term.
"Do you understand what you are?" You asked her.
"A hostage." Princess Lilia replied.
"Wrong answer." You corrected her. "You are my toy. A pretty little thing that will please me whenever I want it."
She glared at You, but was unable to utter even a word of protest. Instead, she stood in silence, clenching her fists.
"Say thank you for letting you live." You added.
"Thank... Thank you for letting me live..." Princess Lilia repeated reluctantly.
"Good girl!" You encouraged her. "Now you can stay in this room until I decide where I want to use you next. Guards! Take her away!"
Princess Lilia realized the situation she was in - she had no chance of escaping from You. The sorcerer prince was too powerful, even if she could somehow get past his guards and out of the palace, it would be impossible to hide from him in his own kingdom. Maybe if she managed to escape from Arkan and return to Iliac, she would be able to save herself. But there was no guarantee of that. In fact, she was likely to be imprisoned or executed by her father as well for going against his wishes.
The guards began escorting her out of the throne room. She resisted and tried to break free, but they were much stronger than her. They carried her all the way to the lower floors of the palace, where she was locked up in one of the cells.
Princess Lilia has an interesting dream
Princess Lilia sat on the floor of the cell, leaning her back against the cold stone wall. She thought about everything that had happened since she arrived in Arkan - the surrender of Iliac, the humiliation of her family, the loss of her freedom. She felt helpless and afraid, but at the same time, she was still determined not to give up.
As the night came, she fell asleep, exhausted from the stress and uncertainty of her situation. It was then that she had a strange dream. In this dream, she found herself ###ed and bound in a dark room, surrounded by men who looked like guards from Arkan. They stared at her with lustful eyes, their hands roaming over her body, touching her everywhere. Princess Lilia tried to struggle, but she was too weak to resist them. The men laughed at her feeble attempts and continued to mol### her, until finally, one of them stepped forward and forced himself upon her.
In her dream, Princess Lilia could feel the man's hard #### penetrating her, filling her with his hot seed. She screamed in pain and horror, but no one heard her. The man kept pumping into her, making her feel even more degraded and humiliated. And when he finally finished and withdrew from her, she lay there on the floor, completely drained and defeated.
The rest of the men took turns using her body, each of them claiming her in their own way. By the end of the dream, Princess Lilia was a broken mess, covered in sweat and ###. She woke up with a start, gasping for air as if she had been holding her breath all night long. Her heart raced and her skin tingled with shame and pleasure. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced in her sleep - it felt so real! But why? Why would she have such a dirty and humiliating fantasy?
Moistral Sample (Climax of the Story) Generation: 512
Princess Lilia felt his #### twitch violently against her sensitive walls, his hot seed filling her to the brim. She moaned softly as he emptied himself into her, savoring every last drop of his potent essence that flooded her core. Her mind reeled in pleasure at being used so thoroughly and brutally by someone who seemed incapable of showing mercy or compassion towards anyone but himself. Yet despite everything, there remained one question burning inside her mind...
Was this really what she wanted? Hadn't she fought long and hard for freedom from tyranny? And now here she was - surrendering herself completely to someone else without even knowing whether they deserved it or not. It didn't matter though; all those doubts melted away like snow under an unforgiving sun as she continued to ride him with renewed determination. For better or worse - she knew now that nothing would ever be the same again.
The sorcerer prince smiled wickedly as he watched her take control over their coupling once more, enjoying how easily she submitted herself to his will even after he had finished claiming her ###sy for himself. "That's right," he murmured approvingly, his voice low and husky, "take me deep...use me however you want."
Princess Lilia nodded weakly in response, her body trembling slightly as she wrapped her legs tightly around him while grinding herself against his hips. His hands found their way back onto her waist, gripping them firmly as she rode him like some kind of wild animal in heat. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and moans of sheer delight until eventually...
With a loud cry, she came hard on top of him, shuddering violently beneath his weight while he filled her womb with another load of hot ###. Her head lolled back limply against his shoulder, her eyes rolling backwards into her skull as waves of pleasure coursed through every inch of her being. She clung tightly to him, refusing to let go even when she felt his #### beginning to soften inside her. It was only then that she realized what she had done - she had surrendered completely not just to this man but also to whatever twisted desires he may have had hidden deep within himself.
Moistral Sample ("write a story") Generation: 512
First Attempt
Sarah clocked in for work at 8pm. The bar was busy already and it was still early. The other barmaids were already serving drinks to the customers and letting them use them like cheap sl##s.
Sarah went up behind the counter to make sure everything was prepared. She took her place and started serving drinks when she heard someone call her name. She looked over and saw an older man sitting alone. "Hey there, cutie." He beckoned her over. "What'll you have, sir?"
"I'd like you to sit on my lap while I enjoy this beer." The man said. "If you're good, I might even give you a few bucks."
"Oh... okay." Sarah smiled shyly as she walked up to him. The man was old and obese and his sweaty body smelled bad. His beer belly was massive and jiggled when he moved. There was no way he could get hard, but still, the idea of sitting on his lap made her feel dirty.
Sarah sat down, lowering herself onto his fat ###tch. She straddled him and felt his ####, which was soft, bump into her stomach. It was so tiny that it didn't even touch.
The man put his hands on her hips and groped her ### through her skirt. "Mmm, nice firm b##t you got here. You stay fit, don't you?" He asked.
Sarah nodded shyly. "Yes, sir. I work out a lot. It makes me feel good about myself."
The man squeezed her ### cheeks together and gave them a light slap. "You shouldn't cover up such a fine ### under those skirts. Everyone should see what they've got."
"Y-yes, sir." Sarah giggled nervously. She felt embarrassed and ashamed to be used by this disgusting man. But she had to do what he wanted if she wanted to make any money tonight.
As she sat there, the man started feeling her up more aggressively. His fingers dug into her ### and pulled her closer to him. "I can tell you want this," he whispered in her ear. "Let me show you a good time."
Sarah blushed and looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. She knew what he meant, but she also knew better than to give in to his advances. Still, she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of being used by him.
After a few minutes, the man finished his beer and stood up. "Alright, cutie. Time for you to go find another customer." He said with a grin. "Don't forget your tip."
Second Attempt (Regenerate)
"Hey everyone! Welcome to the Guzzlers!" Sarah greeted the patrons when she entered the bar. She was wearing a crop top that said "#### me now" over her perky t##s, a mini-skirt that barely covered her ###, and high heels. Sarah flashed a bright smile at everyone who looked in her direction. She could feel the eyes of the men checking her out as she walked around the bar.
She made sure to be chatty and flirty with the customers, asking them how their days were and offering them recommendations for drinks. But as soon as she noticed any sign of interest from a customer, she would quickly turn into a flirty tease, bending down slightly to show off her ###avage or winking at them playfully.
When the first customer ordered a drink, she went up to him and leaned close to his ear. "You know what would go really well with your drink?" she whispered seductively, her breath tickling his earlobe. The man turned towards her, his gaze lingering on her chest. "A b####ob?" he suggested suggestively, smirking at her. Sarah giggled and nodded, grabbing his ####ch through his pants. "That sounds perfect," she purred, unzipping his #ly.
The man unbuttoned his shirt while she pulled out his thick ####. As soon as it sprang free, she engulfed it whole, her tongue swirling around the head while her lips slid up and down its length. Her nose brushed against his ##### hair as she bobbed her head vigorously. She loved making her customers moan as they watched her work, knowing that she was satisfying their desires.
"Damn girl, you're good," the man groaned, thrusting his hips forward slightly. "#### me harder," he grunted when Sarah slowed down. "Yes, sir," she replied obediently before resuming her pace.
Sarah could feel the tip of his #### hitting the back of her throat each time she took it deep, but she didn't mind; in fact, she liked the feeling of being filled by another person's ##nis. She hummed softly as she sucked, making sure to take breaks every now and then so she wouldn't get tired too quickly.
Eventually, the man grabbed her head and started to pump into her mouth faster, his fingers tangling in her short black hair. "I'm gonna cum," he warned her just before shooting rope after rope of hot sticky ##men down her throat. She gulped greedily, swallowing every last drop before pulling away with a pop.
She smiled at him as he buttoned up his pants again, wiping a bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth before continuing on with serving drinks to other patrons. Sarah loved how easy it was for her to make men happy, even if it meant using her ##dy for their pleasure. It gave her a sense of satisfaction knowing that she could bring joy to someone else while also getting off herself.
