Renamon enjoys a night with her tamer! (AI story below)

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There have been some thoroughly impressive videos uploaded to e6ai. I'm not nearly good enough to do those, but here's an attempt at what can be done locally with WAN2.2. If you want to replicate this kind of video here's my process and the resources I used:

1. Gen the starting image. I used a local install of Reforge and the model 3WolfMondAI-LastSDG which specializes in realistic looks. (https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 - all of the models here are good, some of the best furry SDXL models)

2. For the video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089 .

3. This is actually 3 different video clips edited together. I used the "Extract Last Frame" function in that workflow to get the final frame for each video and use it as the starting frame of the next one. For assisting with prompt writing I used Grok (https://grok.com/). For the initial sex scene I used the POV Missionary LORA at https://civitai.com/models/1331682?modelVersionId=2098405 and for the climax I used the cumshot LORA at https://civitai.com/models/1922973?modelVersionId=2176450 .

4. For editing the clips together I used Capcut (https://www.capcut.com/) which is free, though I was disappointed by the ad spam and audio import bugs so any other video editor should work too. The audio I got from https://freesound.org/ and https://www.voicy.network/ .

5. That's it! For a few hours of work and no cost beyond electricity you can create your own furry porn videos. We certainly live in interesting times!

Also, here's an AI genned story to go along with it:

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The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the ethereal blue glow emanating from the computer screen on the desk across the way. It cast long shadows over the rumpled bed, highlighting every curve and contour of Renamon's lithe, golden-furred form. She lounged there like a queen on her throne, propped up on one elbow, her massive breasts heaving gently with each breath, nipples already perked in the cool air. Her purple mane cascaded wildly over her shoulders, and those piercing blue eyes locked onto Anon with a predatory gleam that made his pulse race. Between her spread thighs, her canine pussy peeked out from soft white fur, lips plump and glistening with anticipation, a subtle invitation that screamed temptation.

Anon stood at the foot of the bed, shirt discarded, pants straining against his obvious arousal. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her—how could he? She was a vision of digital perfection made flesh, all teasing confidence and barely restrained fire.

"Like what you see, tamer?" Renamon purred, her voice a sultry whisper that cut through the quiet hum of the computer fan. She trailed a clawed finger down her toned belly, circling lazily just above her mound, making her hips twitch ever so slightly. "You've been staring at my screen all night instead of me. Jealous much?"

He swallowed hard, stepping closer. "Renamon, you're killing me here. That glow on your fur... fuck, you're unreal."

She chuckled low in her throat, a sound that vibrated straight to his core. Sitting up slowly, she let her breasts bounce with the motion, drawing his gaze like magnets. "Unreal? Oh, honey, I'm very real. And very ready." Her tail swished teasingly behind her, brushing against his leg as he neared. She reached out, hooking a finger in his waistband, tugging him forward with just enough force to remind him who held the power here—almost dominant, but leaving room for him to push back. "But if you want this..." She glanced down at her slick folds, parting them slightly with two fingers to show him the pink, eager heat inside. "...you're gonna have to earn it. Show me how bad you want your sexy little digimon."

Anon's breath hitched, and he dropped to his knees on the bed, hands sliding up her thighs. The fur was soft as silk under his palms, warm and inviting. "God, yes. Tell me what you want."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned back on her elbows, arching her back to thrust her chest forward. "Start slow, tamer. Worship me. Make me ache for it." She guided his hand to her breast, squeezing his fingers around the full, heavy globe. Her nipple hardened further under his touch, and she let out a soft, teasing moan. "Mmm, just like that. Feel how soft they are? But don't stop there—lower."

He obeyed, mesmerized, kneading her breasts with growing urgency while his other hand ventured south. His fingers brushed her canine slit, finding it soaked, her arousal coating him instantly. Renamon's hips bucked subtly, a gasp escaping her lips. "Yesss... tease me back, Anon. Circle that clit—make me drip."

He did, thumbing the sensitive nub at the top of her folds while slipping a finger inside her tight heat. She was molten, walls clenching around him like a vice, and her pleasure built visibly—tail thrashing, breaths coming in short pants. "Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, adding a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her whine.

Renamon's head fell back, mane fanning out on the pillow, but she wasn't done playing. "Wet for you, tamer. Only you. But I need more—your mouth. Taste how sweet I am." She threaded claws through his hair, guiding him down without forcing, her dominance a velvet glove over iron will.

Anon dove in eagerly, tongue lapping at her folds, savoring the musky, addictive flavor. She tasted like wild honey and storm, and as he sucked on her clit, her body arched off the bed. "Oh shit—yes! Right there, suck harder!" Her exclamations were sharp, demanding, but laced with vulnerability as pleasure coiled tighter in her core. Breasts heaving, she pinched her own nipples, rolling them between fingers, amplifying the sensations flooding her.

Minutes blurred into a haze of wet sounds and her increasingly desperate moans. Anon's cock throbbed painfully against his pants, but he focused on her—flicking his tongue, pumping his fingers, building her up until her thighs quivered around his head. "Anon—fuck, I'm close already—don't you dare stop!" She ground against his face, almost riding him, her teasing edge sharpening into raw need.

But she pulled him up suddenly, eyes blazing. "Not yet. I want you inside me. Now." Her voice was a command wrapped in plea, hands fumbling at his zipper, freeing his thick length. It sprang out, veined and pulsing, and she wrapped her paw around it, stroking with expert twists that made him groan. "Look at this— so hard for me. You're gonna fill me up, stretch this tight pussy until I scream."

Anon positioned himself, tip nudging her entrance, the computer glow turning their union into a surreal, electric tableau. "Renamon... please."

She smirked, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Begging? How cute. But alright—fuck me, tamer. Make me yours."

He thrust in deep, one smooth glide into her welcoming heat. Her canine cunt enveloped him perfectly, walls rippling as she adjusted to his girth. "FUUUCK!" she cried, claws digging into his shoulders just enough to sting. "So big—splitting me open—yes!"

He set a rhythm, slow at first to savor, but building fast. Each plunge slapped skin to fur, her breasts bouncing wildly with the force. Renamon met him thrust for thrust, hips rolling in teasing circles that ground her clit against his base. "Harder! Deeper—wreck me, Anon! Feel how I'm clenching? That's all for you—ngh!"

He pulled back slow, letting her feel the drag of every vein, then slammed home again. The bed rocked. Her breasts jolted forward, nipples scraping the sheets. Again. Again. Each thrust harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on fur filling the dark room like a heartbeat.

“Harder,” she snarled, claws shredding the mattress as she shoved herself back to meet him. “Don’t you dare hold back—I’m not some fragile little thing. Pound me, Anon—wreck this pussy!”

He obliged. Hands bruising her hips, he set a brutal rhythm, hips crashing against her plush ass so hard the impact rippled through her entire body. Her tail thrashed wildly, brushing his chest, his stomach, sometimes curling possessively around his waist like she was claiming him even as he claimed her.
“Feel that?” he rasped, voice ragged. “Feel how fucking deep I am? You’re gripping me so tight—greedy little cunt can’t get enough.”

Renamon’s answer was a broken moan, head dropping between her shoulders as pleasure coiled white-hot in her belly. “Yesss—so deep—hitting spots I didn’t know I had—oh god don’t stop!”

He reached forward, fisting a handful of purple mane and yanking her head back. The arch it forced in her spine made her breasts bounce even more obscenely, made her pussy angle perfectly so the head of his cock dragged across that electric spot inside her with every stroke.

“Look at you,” he growled against her ear, breath hot. “Big tough Renamon reduced to a drooling, cock-drunk mess. You love this, don’t you? Love being fucked stupid by your human.”

She tried to snap back something clever, something dominant, but all that came out was a desperate whine as he ground in deep and held, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles. Her walls spasmed around him, a fresh gush of slick coating his balls and dripping down her thighs in glistening rivulets.

“Answer me,” he demanded, giving her mane another sharp tug.

“Yes!” she gasped, voice cracking. “Yes—I fucking love it—love your fat cock ruining me—keep going—please—”

He released her hair only to slide both hands under her, cupping those massive, bouncing breasts. He squeezed hard, thumbs flicking her stiff nipples, using them like handles to yank her back onto every thrust. The new angle was devastating; Renamon’s eyes rolled, tongue lolling as incoherent pleas spilled from her muzzle.

Pleasure consumed her, wave after wave crashing higher. Her body glistened with sweat under the blue light, fur matted, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. “Anon—Anon—right there—gonna—gonna—”

"Yes—fuck yes," he grunted, pounding relentlessly, hands gripping her hips to angle deeper. The intensity ramped up, her moans turning to wails, body trembling as the climax built like a storm.

It hit her all at once—massive, shattering. "ANON—OH GOD—COMING!" Her pussy spasmed wildly, juices flooding around him in hot gushes, squirting with each frantic clench. She howled, back bowing off the bed, breasts quaking as ecstasy ripped through her. Waves of pleasure pulsed from her core, making her toes curl, tail lashing uncontrollably. "So good—so fucking intense—don't stop!"

But Anon couldn't hold back. As her orgasm peaked, he pulled out with a wet pop, fisting his slick cock. "Renamon—gonna cover you—"

"Do it!" she gasped, still shuddering, spreading herself wide in invitation. "Paint me white—mark your sexy bitch!"

He erupted with a roar, thick ropes of cum blasting across her body in excessive, endless streams. The first hit her pulsing pussy, mixing with her juices, then arced up to splatter her belly, coating those massive breasts in heavy layers that dripped from her nipples like icing. More lashed her face—across her muzzle, into her open mouth where she licked it greedily, moaning at the taste. It kept coming, pooling in her navel, running in rivulets down her sides, glazing her fur until she was a glistening mess under the computer's glow.

Spent, Anon collapsed beside her, both panting. Renamon turned, smirking through the cum-streaked haze, her pleasure-sated eyes gleaming. "Mmm... that was intense. But don't think we're done, tamer. Clean me up—and get ready for more."