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gadget hackwrench, kitty katswell, and lola bunny (looney tunes) directed by gridanon
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Someone's collecting furry waifus! Internet points to anyone who can recognize them all without checking the tags.

The model used here was 3WolfMondAI-LastSDG: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I think that and the NovaAnimal model are currently the best SDXL realistic furry models: https://civitai.com/models/784543/nova-animal-xl .

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMondAI-LastSDG: 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

AI Story - Space Jammed, Rescue Roped, and T.U.F.F. Trussed

In the dim, musty underbelly of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Petropolis, a forgotten basement pulsed with an air of forbidden mystery. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and aged wood, mingled with a faint, metallic tang of rust from the chains that dangled from the ceiling like skeletal fingers. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting erratic shadows that danced across the cracked walls, where peeling paint revealed layers of graffiti from long-forgotten intruders. The floor was cold and unforgiving, scattered with remnants of old machinery—rusted gears and forgotten tools—that now served as impromptu anchors for the night's twisted tableau.
Lola Bunny, the athletic rabbit with her tan fur glistening under the sparse light, found herself bound first. Her wrists were secured high above her head by thick leather cuffs chained to a beam, stretching her lithe, curvy body taut. The purple shorts she wore—reminiscent of her basketball days—clung to her hips, damp with anticipation, while her yellow tank top strained against her heaving chest. Her aqua eyes widened in a mix of defiance and thrill as she tested the restraints, the chains clinking softly like a sinister melody. "What the hell is this? Some kinda game? If you're tryin' to play rough, doll, you better know I bite back," she growled, her voice husky, laced with that tomboyish edge that made her so intoxicating.

Beside her, Gadget Hackwrench, the inventive mouse with her strawberry-blonde hair tousled and her lavender jumpsuit partially unzipped to reveal the soft curve of her small, pert breasts, was strapped to a makeshift workbench. Her ankles and wrists were bound with intricate ropes—her own inventions turned against her, perhaps, in this enigmatic setup. The goggles perched on her forehead were fogged from her quickened breaths, and the scent of oil and solder from her toolkit lingered on her fur, now mixed with the musky aroma of her growing arousal. She wriggled, her tail flicking erratically, the coarse fibers of the rope biting into her skin, sending sharp jolts of pain-pleasure through her body. "This... this isn't logical," she stammered, her fast-talking genius mind racing. "The tensile strength of these knots—oh gods, they're perfect. Who did this? I need data, variables... but damn, it feels... electric."

Completing the trio was Kitty Katswell, the fierce cat agent, her tan fur sleek and her lime-green eyes flashing with fury and forbidden desire. She was suspended in a web of chains and straps, her black suit torn open at the front, exposing her toned abdomen and the swell of her breasts, nipples hardening in the chill air. Her high-heeled boots dangled just above the floor, and her tail lashed wildly, brushing against the cold metal that held her thighs spread apart. The scent of her own heat—feline and primal—filled the space, overpowering the basement's dankness. "Whoever set this up is gonna regret it," she hissed, her voice a low purr that vibrated through the room. "But if you're watching... make it hurt. I can take it. Hell, I crave it."

The mystery of how they arrived here hung heavy, like the humidity in the air. Whispers of a shadowy figure—a collector of anthropomorphic beauties, perhaps, or a rival from their respective worlds—had lured them with cryptic messages: Lola with a promise of a high-stakes game, Gadget with blueprints for an impossible invention, Kitty with intel on a top-secret mission. Now, bound together in this erotic prison, the lines between victim and willing participant blurred. The basement echoed with their labored breaths, the creak of restraints, and the distant drip of water from a leaky pipe, amplifying the sensory overload.
Lola twisted her hips, the chains pulling tighter, forcing a gasp from her lips as the leather cuffs dug into her wrists, leaving red welts on her tan fur. She could feel the cool air teasing her exposed midriff, her blonde bangs matted with sweat that trickled down her neck, tasting salty on her tongue when she licked her lips. "Hey, mouse girl," she called out to Gadget, her voice dripping with seduction. "You look like you're enjoyin' this setup. Bet you've got some gadget in that brain of yours to turn this up a notch. Or are you just gonna squirm like a little toy?"

Gadget's aquamarine eyes locked onto Lola's, her cheeks flushing beneath her fur. The rope around her ankles chafed, spreading her legs wider on the workbench, exposing the damp patch forming on her jumpsuit between her thighs. She inhaled sharply, the smell of Lola's athletic musk—sweat and adrenaline—wafting over, mingling with her own oily, inventive scent. "I... I could improvise," Gadget replied, her voice breathy and rapid. "A pulley system here, vibration module there—oh fuck, the friction alone is... recalibrating my circuits." She arched her back, the wood beneath her creaking, as a shiver ran through her, her small breasts heaving with each pant. The taste of anticipation was bitter-sweet on her tongue, like biting into a live wire.

Kitty, hanging nearby, let out a guttural moan as she flexed her claws, scraping them against the chains that bound her wrists behind her back. The metal was cold and unyielding, biting into her flesh with a delicious sting that shot straight to her core. Her tail wrapped around one of the straps holding her thighs, pulling it tighter, forcing her legs apart until her black suit rode up, revealing the slick folds of her pussy, glistening in the dim light. The air was heavy with her pheromones now, a heady, feline spice that made the others' nostrils flare. "You two talk too much," Kitty snarled, her green eyes narrowing in lustful challenge. "Actions speak louder. If we're stuck here, might as well make it count. Touch me—anyone. Make me scream."

The intensity escalated as if the basement itself conspired against them—or for them. Lola, with her arms stretched high, managed to swing her body closer to Gadget, her three-toed feet scraping the floor for leverage. The chains rattled like thunder, and she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over Gadget's ear. "Alright, inventor. Let's see what you've got." With a nimble twist, Lola used her flexible rabbit body to nuzzle against Gadget's neck, her tongue darting out to taste the mouse's fur—salty, with a hint of machinery oil. Gadget whimpered, the sound high and needy, as Lola's teeth grazed her earlobe, nipping hard enough to draw a bead of blood that tasted coppery and raw.

Gadget's response was immediate and extreme; her bound hands, though limited, fumbled at the zipper of her jumpsuit, pulling it down further to expose her nipples, pink and erect like tiny buttons begging to be pressed. "Input... overload," she gasped, her tail coiling around Lola's leg, pulling her closer. The touch was electric—fur against fur, soft yet urgent. Gadget's pussy throbbed, the ropes digging deeper into her thighs, creating a burning friction that made her juices drip onto the workbench, the wet patter echoing in the silence. She leaned forward as much as she could, capturing Lola's lips in a fierce kiss, tongues clashing in a battle of dominance. The taste was intoxicating: Lola's sweetness mixed with Gadget's tang of innovation, saliva stringing between them as they broke apart, panting.

Kitty watched, her body writhing in the chains, the metal clanking rhythmically like a perverted metronome. "Don't leave me out, bitches," she demanded, her voice a commanding purr that sent shivers through the others. Her claws extended fully now, scratching at the air, and she bucked her hips, the straps creaking under the strain. The pain was exquisite, radiating from her bound limbs to her core, where heat pooled like molten lava. The scent of their combined arousal—Lola's earthy sweat, Gadget's mechanical musk, her own spicy heat—filled the basement, thick enough to taste, making her mouth water.
Driven by the mystery's pull, or perhaps their own dark desires, Lola and Gadget turned their attention to Kitty. Lola, using her strength, hopped slightly despite the chains, her breasts bouncing as she positioned herself to press against Kitty's side. "You want intense? I'll give you extreme," Lola whispered, her hand—freed just enough by a slack in the chain—sliding down Kitty's torn suit to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard between her fingers. Kitty yowled, a mix of pain and ecstasy, her tail thrashing wildly, brushing against Lola's thigh and sending sparks of sensation through both.
Gadget, ever the tinkerer, spotted a loose tool on the floor—a rusted wrench—and with a clever flick of her tail, dragged it closer. Bound as she was, she maneuvered it between her teeth, using it to tease Kitty's exposed clit, the cold metal pressing against the hot, swollen flesh. "Prototype stimulation device," Gadget mumbled around the tool, her eyes gleaming with mad genius. The wrench's edge scraped lightly, then harder, as Kitty bucked, her juices coating the metal, the slick sound of it sliding against her pussy filling the room like obscene music.

Kitty's screams echoed off the walls—raw, animalistic—as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Harder! Fuck me with it!" she roared, her green eyes rolling back. The pain from the chains intensified, bruises forming on her wrists and ankles, but it only fueled her fire. Lola joined in, her free hand delving between Kitty's thighs, fingers plunging into the cat's dripping cunt, curling to hit that sweet spot while Gadget's wrench circled her clit. The wet squelching, the metallic clinks, the gasps and moans created a symphony of depravity.

Their bodies moved in a frenzied rhythm, sweat-slicked fur sliding together, the basement's chill forgotten in the heat of their passion. Lola's own pussy ached, her shorts soaked through, as she ground against Kitty's leg, the friction building her toward release. "Come for us, kitty-cat," Lola taunted, her voice breathy. "Show us how bad you need it."

Gadget, multitasking like the inventor she was, used her bound foot to tease Lola's ass, pressing a toe against the rabbit's tight hole through the fabric. "Multi-vector assault," she panted, the words tumbling out. The taste of blood from her earlier nip lingered, mixing with the salty sweat she licked from Kitty's neck.

Kitty shattered first, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm, body convulsing in the chains, squirting juices that splashed onto the floor with a wet slap. "Yes! Fuck yes!" she cried, her claws digging into her own palms, drawing blood that dripped down, the coppery scent adding to the chaos.
But the mystery wasn't over; as they caught their breaths, a door creaked open upstairs, footsteps descending. The shadowy figure emerged, cloaked in darkness, a smile playing on unseen lips. "Round two," a voice whispered, echoing through the basement. The trio, bound and breathless, exchanged glances—fear, excitement, hunger. The night was far from done, their erotic torment just beginning in this enigmatic lair of pleasure and pain.

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