This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model RealMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

Inpainting was done using the same model.

I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

In the misty highlands of Hebra, where the snow-capped peaks gave way to hidden geothermal wonders, lay the secluded Eldin Hot Springs—a steaming oasis tucked away from the bustling paths of Hyrule. The air was thick with the sulfurous tang of mineral-rich waters, bubbling up from deep fissures in the earth, their heat rising in lazy curls of vapor that danced like ethereal spirits under the golden hues of a setting sun. The springs were a rare haven for travelers, a place where weary wings could rest and bodies could soak away the chill of high-altitude flights. On this particular evening, the pools were alive with the soft splashes of water and the distant calls of mountain birds, but the real symphony was about to begin with the arrival of Kass, the legendary Rito bard.

Kass strode into the clearing with the effortless grace of a warrior poet, his massive frame cutting through the steam like a ship through fog. At over seven feet tall, he was a towering specimen of Rito masculinity—his broad shoulders rippling with corded muscles honed from years of wandering Hyrule's wilds, carrying his heavy bandoneon without a hint of strain. His blue feathers gleamed with a healthy sheen, each one perfectly preened, framing a chest so chiseled it could have been carved from the mountains themselves. But it was below the belt where Kass truly embodied the stuff of legends: his manhood, even in its relaxed state, hung like a mighty pendulum between thighs as thick as tree trunks, a colossal cock that swung heavily with each step, flanked by balls the size of ripe oranges, swaying with a hypnotic rhythm that spoke of untapped virility. He was the epitome of manly prowess, yet his demeanor was as gentle as a summer breeze—humble, kind, and utterly oblivious to the chaos he unwittingly unleashed on the hearts (and loins) of those around him.

"Ah, what a splendid respite," Kass murmured to himself in his deep, resonant baritone, a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, warm and inviting. He set down his bandoneon on a flat rock near the largest pool, the instrument's polished wood catching the light. Stretching his powerful arms overhead, his muscles flexed involuntarily, causing a faint ripple in the air that carried the faint, musky scent of his feathers—earthy and masculine, like pine resin mixed with the wild freedom of open skies. He dipped a talon into the water, testing its warmth, and let out a contented sigh. "The waters here sing of ancient rejuvenation. Perhaps I'll compose a ballad to honor them."

Unbeknownst to Kass, he wasn't alone. Clustered around the smaller pools, partially hidden by boulders and wisps of steam, were a gaggle of female Rito admirers—five in total, all fervent fans who'd heard tales of his melodies and followed whispers of his travels. There was Lira, a sleek red-feathered huntress with sharp eyes and a quiver slung over her shoulder; Mira, a plump green-plumed baker from Rito Village whose curves jiggled softly as she shifted; Sira, a lithe yellow-feathered scout with feathers that fluttered nervously; Tira, a blue-plumed artist whose beak parted in silent awe; and Vira, the boldest of the bunch, a purple-feathered warrior with a spear at her side. They'd arrived earlier, hoping for a relaxing soak, but the moment Kass appeared, their casual chatter dissolved into hushed, breathless whispers. Their eyes locked onto him like magnets, drinking in every inch of his godlike form.

"Oh goddesses, look at him," Lira whispered, her voice trembling as she crouched behind a rock, her talons digging into the damp earth. The sight of Kass's enormous cock, dangling so casually as he waded into the water up to his knees, sent a jolt straight to her core. Her feathers ruffled involuntarily, and she felt a hot flush spread from her beak down to her vent, where a slick warmth began to build. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to play it cool, but her breath came in short, ragged pants that fogged the air. "He's... he's even bigger than the stories say. How does he even walk with that thing?"

Mira, submerged up to her neck in a nearby pool, nodded frantically, her plump breasts bobbing in the water. The steam carried Kass's scent to her nostrils— that intoxicating mix of sweat and feathers—and she bit her lower beak to stifle a moan. "Shh! Act natural. We don't want him to think we're pervs." But even as she spoke, her hand slipped beneath the surface, fingers tentatively brushing against her swollen clit. The water's heat amplified everything, making her vent throb with need. Just gazing at Kass's broad back, the way his tail feathers swayed, revealing glimpses of those massive balls, was enough to make her vision blur. She circled her nub slowly at first, trying to hide the motion by pretending to scrub her feathers, but the pleasure built like a crescendo in one of his songs.

Kass, meanwhile, hummed a soft tune as he eased fully into the main pool, the water lapping at his chest. His cock floated buoyantly in the warmth, swelling slightly from the relaxation, now a semi-erect behemoth that could eclipse the moon. He closed his eyes, letting the minerals soothe his travel-worn muscles, completely unaware of the erotic storm brewing around him. "Such tranquility," he said aloud, his voice echoing gently. "It reminds me of the ancient heroes who bathed in these very springs after battles. Perhaps a verse: 'In steamy depths, the warrior rests, His burdens light, his spirit blessed...'"

Sira, perched on a ledge above, felt her knees weaken at the sound of his baritone. It vibrated through her body like a physical touch, sending shivers down her spine despite the heat. "Goddesses, his voice... it's like it's stroking me from the inside," she murmured to Tira, who was beside her, talons clenched around a sketchpad she'd brought for "inspiration." Sira's hand drifted between her thighs, hidden by the folds of her cloak, and she began to rub frantically, her feathers standing on end. The slick sounds of her fingers against her dripping vent were masked by the bubbling water, but her attempts at subtlety were comical—her tail twitched erratically, splashing droplets that betrayed her rhythm.

Tira nodded, her beak agape, eyes glued to Kass's profile as he tilted his head back, exposing the strong line of his neck. "I-I was just going to draw the landscape," she stammered, but her free hand had already abandoned the charcoal, sneaking under her tunic to pinch at her hardened nipples. The sensation shot straight to her core, and she joined Sira in self-pleasure, fingers plunging into her tight, aching vent with wet, squelching sounds she tried to muffle by biting her tongue. "But look at those balls... so full, so heavy. Imagine them slapping against you..."

Vira, the warrior, tried to maintain her composure the longest, standing tall with her spear planted in the ground like a sentinel. But even she couldn't resist. Kass's humble obliviousness only made him hotter—here was this super stud, this gentle giant with a cock that could split mountains, just soaking innocently while composing poetry. "Hey, Kass!" she called out, her voice cracking slightly as she waded closer, trying to sound casual. "Mind if we join you? We've heard so much about your songs. Sing one for us?"

Kass opened his eyes and smiled warmly, his gentle nature shining through. "Of course, fair travelers! It would be my honor. Music is meant to be shared." He picked up his bandoneon from the rock, water dripping from his feathers, and began to play a melodic tune, his deep voice weaving lyrics about wandering hearts and hidden beauties. The notes filled the air, rich and velvety, each one like a caress that made the females' arousal spike unbearably.

As Kass sang, lost in his art, the group descended into a frenzy of hidden ecstasy. Lira, now fully hidden behind her boulder, arched her back against the stone, fingers pumping furiously into her vent while her thumb assaulted her clit. "Oh fuck, his voice... it's too much," she gasped quietly, her body convulsing as a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her juices mixing with the spring water in a gush that she hoped the steam concealed. She clamped a wing over her beak to muffle her cries, but a soft, comedic squeak escaped—like a deflating balloon.

Mira followed suit, her plump form trembling in the pool. The water churned around her as she fingered herself with abandon, imagining Kass's massive cock stretching her wide. "Yes, yes, sing for me, you big hunk," she whispered, her eyes rolling back. Her climax hit like a thunderclap, her vent clenching around her digits in rhythmic spasms, sending bubbles erupting to the surface. She tried to pass it off as adjusting her position, but the goofy grin on her face and the way her feathers fluffed up gave her away to her friends.

Sira and Tira came together, their hands working in tandem under their coverings, the shared secrecy adding to the thrill. Sira's orgasm was explosive, her body shaking so hard she nearly slipped off the ledge, letting out a muffled "Eep!" that sounded more like a startled chick than a scout. Tira's was slower, building to a shuddering peak that left her sketchpad forgotten, ink smudged from her sweaty grip. "He's so humble... doesn't even know he's a god," she panted.

Vira, closest to Kass, lasted the longest but fell hardest. As he hit a high note, she leaned on her spear for support, her free hand diving between her legs to rub her clit in furious circles. "Keep singing, please," she begged, her voice husky. The orgasm slammed into her like a gale wind, her powerful thighs quaking, vent squirting in arcs that splashed into the water. She bit her lip hard, trying to hide it by faking a cough, but the ecstatic flush on her feathers was unmistakable.

Through it all, Kass remained blissfully unaware, finishing his song with a flourish. "There we are. Did that soothe your spirits, my friends?" he asked gently, his massive form rising from the water, cock still swinging like a proud banner.

The females, spent and flushed, nodded weakly, murmuring praises like "Amazing..." and "So inspiring..." while exchanging guilty, giggling glances. Kass beamed humbly. "I'm glad. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must continue my journey. Safe travels to you all." And with that, he gathered his things and strode away, leaving a trail of steam and shattered composures in his wake.

The hot springs echoed with their relieved laughter once he was gone—erotic bliss mingled with comedic relief at their failed subtlety. Kass, the ultimate stud, wandered on, composing his next humble tune, none the wiser.