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Carmelita and Krystal know how to show a guy a good time!

Was worried about the sound being too loud so turned it down, and then it seems like it got even lower after export and converting to post. How is the volume? I'll keep in mind what anyone says for future videos.

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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 multiple 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.

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/ . The music came from https://pixabay.com/music/search/-sex/?mood=sexy .

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!

AI Story - Vixen Sandwich: Extra Creamy Filling

The penthouse suite bathed in the low amber glow of city lights bleeding through tall windows, the air heavy with the mingled scents of champagne, smoldering incense, and the warm, primal musk of aroused fur. Soft jazz hummed from hidden speakers, a lazy saxophone underscoring the quiet rustle of fabric and the occasional flick of tails.

Carmelita Fox knelt on the thick carpet, her orange fur catching the light like polished copper. She had peeled away her leather jacket and most of her uniform, leaving only a sheer black lace bra that barely contained the generous swell of her breasts—full, heavy, and perfectly rounded, with dark nipples already pressing visibly against the delicate fabric. Her bushy tail swayed slowly behind her, betraying the heat building inside. She locked her amber eyes on the nameless human male seated on the edge of the bed, a predatory smile curling her muzzle. “Mmm, look at you, all tense and ready,” she purred in that smoky Latina accent, voice dripping with promise. “Don’t worry, cariño—we’re going to take such good care of you.”

Beside her, Krystal moved with graceful, almost hypnotic poise. Her sapphire-blue fur shimmered as if dusted with starlight, soft and silky to the touch. She wore nothing but the slender tribal necklace that rested between her equally voluptuous breasts—plush, inviting mounds that rose and fell with each slow breath. Her long, elegant tail curled lazily around one thigh, the tip twitching with anticipation. A faint floral scent clung to her, wild and cosmic, mingling with the warmer spice radiating from Carmelita. Krystal tilted her head, cerulean eyes glowing faintly, and let out a soft, melodic laugh. “I can feel how much you want this,” she whispered, her voice like wind chimes. “Your desire is practically singing in the air.”

Together, the two vixens leaned forward, pressing their bodies close until their breasts met in the middle—orange and blue fur brushing, soft pads of paws guiding the human’s rigid length into the warm valley they created. Carmelita cupped her own breasts from beneath, pushing them firmly together, while Krystal mirrored the motion from the opposite side. The result was exquisite: a plush, furry tunnel of heat and silk that completely enveloped him, the contrasting textures of their fur—Carmelita’s slightly coarser, Krystal’s impossibly smooth—creating delicious friction with every subtle shift.

Carmelita began to move first, rolling her shoulders to make her breasts glide up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. The motion was hypnotic, the soft flesh yielding and squeezing in rhythmic waves.

“Feel how soft we are?” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “All this warmth just for you.” Krystal matched the pace seamlessly, her own breasts bouncing gently in counterpoint, the tribal necklace swaying between them with each rock of her body. Their fur grew damp with traces of pre-cum, turning darker in patches and adding a slick, wet sound to every slide—soft squelches and hushed rustles that filled the room.

Krystal dipped her muzzle lower, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive tip whenever it emerged from their combined cleavage. Her pink tongue slipped out, broad and slightly rough, lapping delicately at the glistening head with slow, savoring strokes. The taste made her eyes flutter half-closed; she let out a pleased hum that vibrated through her chest and into the plush embrace around him. “So salty… so rich,” she breathed, glancing sideways at Carmelita with a wicked sparkle. “Share?”

Carmelita’s grin widened, fangs glinting. “Gladly.” She leaned in, her smoother, longer tongue joining Krystal’s in a dance around the crown—swirling, flicking, occasionally brushing against each other in fleeting, wet kisses. Their muzzles worked in perfect coordination, lips sealing softly, cheeks hollowing as they took turns drawing the head into warm, welcoming mouths. Saliva mingled with pre-cum, dripping in thin strands down into the valley of their breasts, making the slide even smoother, even hotter.

The pace gradually quickened. Carmelita’s tail lashed with excitement as she pressed her tits tighter, increasing the pressure. Krystal’s soft moans grew more frequent, her telepathic aura pulsing faintly with shared pleasure. They alternated deeper sucks now—Krystal taking him to the back of her throat with effortless grace, throat muscles fluttering around the length, then passing him to Carmelita, who bobbed with hungry enthusiasm, vibrations from her growls traveling straight through him. Their breasts never stopped moving, squeezing and massaging in relentless unison, fur now thoroughly matted and glistening.
The air grew thick with scent: the sharp tang of arousal, the earthy musk of fur, the heady mix of saliva and pre-cum. Wet sounds dominated—slurping mouths, slick friction of flesh on flesh, the occasional soft pop when lips released. Carmelita’s breathing turned ragged; she pulled back just long enough to gasp, “Dios, you’re throbbing so hard… I can feel it in my chest.” Krystal answered with a throaty laugh, nuzzling along the shaft before taking it deep again. “He’s close,” she whispered, voice trembling with excitement. “I can sense the surge building… let’s make it unforgettable.”

They shifted into perfect position, kneeling shoulder-to-shoulder, faces tilted upward, breasts thrust proudly forward. Tongues extended invitingly, eyes locked upward with raw, hungry anticipation. Carmelita squeezed her breasts together one final time, creating an even tighter channel, while Krystal matched the pressure. They moved faster now, urgent and synchronized, soft fur and slick skin working in frantic harmony.

The climax hit like a storm.

The first thick rope erupted with force, arcing high before splattering hot and heavy across Krystal’s muzzle—streaking over her blue fur, dripping down her cheek and onto her waiting tongue. The second burst struck Carmelita square on the bridge of her nose, sliding in a warm trail over her lips and chin before cascading onto the swell of her orange breasts. Pulse after powerful pulse followed—ropes of cum painting their faces in messy, glistening streaks, coating eyelids, muzzles, and necks; heavy spurts landing with audible wet slaps on their plush cleavages, pooling between their breasts and soaking deep into fur. Some shots reached their open mouths, and both vixens moaned openly at the hot, bitter-salty flood across their tongues, swallowing greedily while more overflowed and dribbled down chins.

The release seemed endless—thick, copious, marking every inch of exposed fur and skin in glossy white. Their breasts heaved with excited breaths, causing the fresh loads to shift and slide in slow rivulets, some dripping from hardened nipples, others clinging in pearly strands between orange and blue. The scent of fresh cum dominated now, sharp and potent, blending with their own aroused musk into something intoxicating.

When the last shuddering spurt finally tapered off, Carmelita and Krystal remained kneeling, faces and chests gloriously painted, breathing hard. Krystal licked her lips slowly, gathering a thick strand with deliberate care. “Mmm… so much,” she sighed, voice husky with satisfaction.

Carmelita dragged a finger through the mess on her breast, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean with a playful smirk. “Delicious. And look at us—absolutely covered.” She leaned over, pressing a slow, messy kiss to Krystal’s cum-streaked muzzle, sharing the taste between them in a lingering, filthy display.

They stayed there a moment longer, basking in the warm, sticky aftermath, tails entwined, fur glistening under the city lights—two satisfied vixens admiring their handiwork with proud, gleaming eyes.

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