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vector the crocodile, knuckles the echidna, silver the hedgehog, shadow the hedgehog, vanilla the rabbit, and etc (sonic the hedgehog (archie) and etc) directed by gridanon
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Pretty sure this will be the plot of the next Sonic game. Quick, somebody call Crush 40 to make a theme song for it!

Thanks to Ceti for explaining what changes needed to be made for this to be approved.

And thanks to TerraRaptor for both being helpful with advice about removing backgrounds from character gens and for being an inspiration for trying things like this again. My editing skills definitely still need work though.

Tech Talk

The images here were all genned using a local Reforge install of Stable Diffusion and the model NovaKemono: https://civitai.com/models/1641408/nova-kemono-xl . The Nova models are good but can have less knowledge of furry characters than other furry models so there are some Sonic characters that aren't here because the model didn't know them.

For the background removal the extension I had just left a plain white background instead of a clear one so I ended up using https://picsart.com/background-remover/ . This worked well for free and unlike some other online options let me download the full resolution image for free.

Then I edited the images together in GIMP with the background being one layer and each image being its own layer. GIMP works and is free but can be clunky to use so Kritia or other options might be better.

Lastly I used Tail Tagger to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Including the JPT-3 model to AI generate tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true . I'd definitely recommend it for anyone uploading to e6ai since it can make tags more comprehensive and save time from manually tagging everything.

AI Story

Wildflowers swayed in the warm breeze, but no one noticed the petals anymore.

Sonic came to a stumbling halt in the center of the meadow, grass brushing her newly sensitive calves. The familiar weight of speed was still there, but now there was another weight, soft, warm, impossible to ignore, pressing against the inside of her chest. She looked down and her breath caught in a high, feminine gasp.

Two perfect, medium-sized breasts rose and fell with every panicked inhale, round and full beneath the stretched red fabric that had once been loose sports tape. Her waist had cinched dramatically, flaring out into hips that swayed without permission when she shifted her weight. The breeze teased newly bared skin along her midriff, and every blade of grass that brushed her thighs now smooth as satin sent electric shivers racing up her spine.

“No… no no no no—” Sonic’s voice cracked, higher, silkier, dripping with a sensuality she had never possessed before. She cupped her new breasts instinctively, fingers sinking deep into plush, yielding flesh. The sensation shot straight between her legs like liquid fire. “This isn’t—oh Chaos—”
Sally Acorn stepped out from beneath the shade of an ancient oak, auburn hair catching the golden sunlight, tail curling with wicked delight. She was unchanged, and that somehow made her even more dangerous. Her azure vest hugged her body like a second skin, and the way her eyes raked over Sonic’s transformed figure was pure, predatory appreciation.

“Oh, it’s happening, ‘Sonica’,” Sally purred, voice dripping honey and mischief. She hopped down, boots clicking, and circled the flustered hedgehog like a predator playing with dinner. One finger traced the new slope of Sonic’s hip. “Look at you… all that speed and no idea what to do with these.” Sally’s hand boldly cupped one breast from behind, giving it a teasing squeeze that made Sonic squeak and spin away—only to stumble when her new weight threw off her balance.

“Oh, darling,” Sally breathed, voice low and velvet, “look what the universe finally gave you.” She prowled forward, hips rolling with deliberate grace, until she stood behind the trembling hedgehog. One gloved hand slid around Sonic’s newly tiny waist while the other boldly palmed a breast from underneath, lifting, weighing, thumb brushing over the hardened peak through fabric. “Mmm. Firm, sensitive… perfect for teasing.”

Sonic’s knees nearly buckled. A helpless, needy sound escaped her throat as Sally’s lips grazed the shell of her ear. “I always knew you’d be gorgeous like this, Sonica. All that cocky speed… trapped in a body built for worship.”

Amy Rose emerged from the ring of flowers nearby, hammer forgotten in the grass, emerald eyes blown wide with raw hunger. Her own pink quills shimmered as she stalked closer, breath coming in shallow pants. “Sonic…” she whispered, voice trembling with reverence and lust. She dropped to her knees in the soft clover right in front of the blue hedgehog, hands sliding up newly curvaceous thighs. “You’re… you’re a goddess.” Her palms cupped Sonic’s hips, thumbs tracing the dramatic flare, and she leaned in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of those suddenly far-too-tight shorts.

Sonic’s head fell back against Sally’s shoulder with a broken moan.

A few paces away, Tails, now an exquisitely busty little vixen, stood frozen beneath a flowering dogwood. Her twin tails twitched in agitation, but nothing could distract from the way her torn white crop top had surrendered completely. Two enormous, cream-furred breasts spilled free, heavy and round, nipples stiff in the warm air. Every tiny movement made them sway hypnotically, and the fox ears burned crimson as every eye in the meadow flicked toward her.

“Why does everyone keep staring at Sonic?!” Tails’s new voice cracked with indignation. “I—I’ve got way more up top now!”

Mina Mongoose appeared at her side almost instantly, green eyes dark with open desire. The mongoose singer’s tail curled as she reached out, gently prying Tails’s arms away. “Hey, hey… don’t hide them, cutie,” Mina murmured, voice low and velvet. Her fingers brushed the underside of one overflowing breast, tracing the curve with reverence. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” Tails’s ears flattened, a helpless whimper escaping as Mina leaned in, lips brushing the new girl’s ear. “Let me make you feel better about all this attention…”

Mina was there in an instant, purple hair cascading over one shoulder as she knelt in the grass. “Shh, baby,” the singer crooned, voice like warm honey. She gently peeled Tails’s arms away, letting those massive breasts bounce free. “Don’t hide perfection.” Mina’s hands replaced Tails’s, cupping from underneath, lifting, thumbs circling peaked nipples with slow, worshipful strokes. “So heavy… so soft… I could lose myself in these for days.” She leaned forward and dragged her tongue in one long, wet stripe up the deep valley between them. Tails’s back arched with a shattered cry.

Under the spreading branches of a willow, Shadow stared at her reflection in a still pool, black fur gleaming like liquid midnight. Her new body was sleek, lethal elegance made soft: medium breasts high and proud, waist impossibly narrow, hips flared just enough to make the inhibitor rings dig deliciously into plush flesh. She touched one breast experimentally and hissed at the bolt of pleasure that speared through her.

Knuckles stood beside her, a towering amazon of crimson muscle and impossible curves. Her dreadlocks swayed against a back that had broadened to support breasts so large they cast shadows across her abs. The spiked gloves looked almost delicate now against skin flushed dark with embarrassment and heat.
Rouge descended between them like a goddess of sin incarnate. Her already legendary figure had become obscene, breasts so gigantic they defied gravity, spilling over the heart-shaped chest plate of her bodysuit until the zipper groaned in protest. She rolled her shoulders and let them bounce once, twice, smirking as both Shadow and Knuckles stared, transfixed.

“Welcome to the winning team, ladies,” Rouge cooed. She reached out, adjusting Shadow’s stance so her chest thrust forward proudly, then did the same to Knuckles, fingers lingering. “Rule one: own it. Shoulders back, hips loose… let them look.” She stepped behind Knuckles, hands sliding down thick red arms to rest on those wide, powerful hips, guiding them into a slow sway. “Feel that power? Every eye in the city is on you now. Use it.”

“Lesson one, darlings,” Rouge purred, voice dripping sex. She took Shadow’s hand and guided it to the underside of one massive bat breast, pressing until Shadow’s fingers sank deep. “Feel that weight? That’s power.” She turned to Knuckles, sliding behind the echidna and molding those huge red breasts from behind, lifting and squeezing until Knuckles’s breath hitched. “Arch your back… yes, like that… let the world see what it’s missing.”

Rouge’s wings flared, and she nipped Knuckles’s ear. “Now sway those hips. Slow. Make them beg.”
From the shadow of a moss-covered boulder, Tikal watched, orange fur flushed scarlet, tribal skirt riding high on trembling thighs. Her tongue wet her lips as she stared at Knuckles’s new, powerful, sweat-glistened body. A thin line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth and trailed down her chin. She pressed her thighs together hard, but it did nothing to ease the molten ache between them.

Silver hovered an inch above the grass, silver quills fluttering, small, pert breasts rising and falling rapidly. The psychokinetic hedgehog touched them in disbelief, then jolted when Blaze appeared in a burst of flame.

“Finally,” Blaze breathed, closing the distance in one fluid stride. She wrapped her arms around Silver’s waist and pulled her close, pressing their small chests together with deliberate intimacy. “Someone who understands.” Their breasts met—soft, warm, perfectly matched—and Blaze let out a shuddering sigh against Silver’s neck. “You’re exquisite like this.”

Silver’s shocked gasp melted into a shy, trembling moan as Blaze nuzzled closer, flames of arousal dancing along her tail.

Near the center of the meadow, Vector the Crocodile, now a towering, scale-clad goddess, stared down at herself in stunned, hungry awe. Her breasts were truly gigantic, each one larger than her own head, resting heavily on a belly that had softened into lush curves. Her thick tail swayed, and she gave an experimental bounce that sent ripples through flesh and made the wildflowers tremble.

“Well, damn… guess the detective agency’s about to get a whole lot more clients.”

Vanilla stood nearby, hands clasped primly in front of her apron, but her ears were scarlet and her thighs pressed tightly together beneath her dress. but her thighs were pressed together beneath her dress and a dark, wet patch had soaked clean through the fabric. A faint, wet sheen glistened between them, utterly betraying how calm she was pretending to be. Cream, wide-eyed and innocent, simply pointed up at Vector’s towering new form.

“M-Miss Vector… your boobies are bigger than Mommy’s entire torso…”

Farther back, Surge had been laughing, mocking everyone—cackling, really—at everyone else’s misfortune, electric sparks dancing over her green fur. “Look at you losers! Can’t handle a little—” Until a vast lavender shadow fell over her.

Big the Cat, now an absolute monument of plush purple curves, blinked once, shrugged those mountainous shoulders, and sat.

Directly on Surge.

The tenrec’s furious, muffled shrieks vibrated up through hundreds of pounds of soft, warm cat. Big’s gigantic breasts rested on her own thighs like overstuffed pillows, and her rear, easily twice as wide as Surge was tall, pinned the villainess completely. Big tilted her head, slow and dreamy.

“Oopsie,” Big said in a voice like warm syrup. “Didn’t see ya down there, little sparky.”

Marine doubled over in the flowers nearby, pointing and cackling until she cried. Marine the Raccoon doubled over nearby, pointing and laughing so hard tears streamed down her cheeks. “Bwahaha! Get wrecked, ya spark plug!”

Honey the Cat lounged against the trunk of an ancient oak, red dress riding high on thighs that wouldn’t stop rubbing together. Her tail lashed slow and sensual as she drank in every moan, every bounce, every helpless, lust-drenched sound echoing through the meadow. She leaned against a lamppost in the distance, arms folded under her own ample (but suddenly modest-feeling) chest, red dress hugging every curve. Her tail flicked lazily as she took in the chaos: Sonic squirming under Sally and Amy’s attention, Tails melting into Mina’s embrace, Rouge giving seduction lessons, Blaze practically purring over Silver, Vector striking pin-up poses for a flustered Vanilla, and Surge buried under Big’s glorious rear.

Honey’s claws dug into her own thighs as a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
“Best. Day. Ever,” she whispered, voice husky with heat.

The breeze carried the scent of crushed petals, sweat, and pure, uncontainable desire.

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