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directed by gridanon
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Ugh, fucking furries. It seems like behind every tree there's a furry orgy going on. You can't walk down the street without a dozen furries offering to suck your dick or bending over to get fucked. Boy it sure sucks to live in a casual sex furry world, am I right?

This gen used the NovaAnimal model. NovaAnimal is one of the best realistic style furry models, although it seems to have less character knowledge than 3WolfMond-LastSDG which is the other great realistic model. NovaAnimal has more human style eyes whereas 3WolfMond-LastSDG has bigger anime-style eyes.

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model NovaAnimal: https://civitai.com/models/784543?modelVersionId=2436591 .

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 - Knot Your Average Saturday

Alex the fox pushed open the glass door of the corner grocery store, the little bell jingling above his russet ears. The cool blast of air-conditioning hit his muzzle first, carrying the familiar mix of fresh produce, floor cleaner, and something far muskier that made his sheath twitch on reflex. It was just past noon on a lazy Saturday in Furwood Heights, and the place was predictably busy—busy in every sense of the word.

To his immediate left, a curvy panda cashier named Mei was bent over the counter, her black-and-white tail hiked high while a tall, grinning giraffe in a backwards baseball cap plowed into her from behind. Each slow, deliberate thrust made the register rattle and sent little price stickers fluttering to the floor like confetti. Mei’s tongue lolled out, eyes half-lidded in bliss, but she still managed to greet customers between breathy moans.

“W-welcome to QuickMart—ahh!—anything I can… oh fuck, deeper… anything I can help you find?”

Alex gave her a polite wave and a knowing grin. “Just grabbing some milk and cereal, Mei. Take your time.”
The giraffe—Alex vaguely recognized him as Jamal from the apartment across the street—gave a friendly thumbs-up without breaking rhythm. “Morning, dude! Nice weather we’re having, huh?” His long neck swayed with every pump, spots glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Alex chuckled and stepped further in, weaving past the produce aisle. A pair of otters were tangled up against the watermelon display, one on his knees eagerly sucking the other off while melons rolled lazily across the floor from the occasional kicked foot. The wet, rhythmic slurps mixed with the soft thumps of fruit and the otters’ playful chatter.

“Careful, babe, you’re gonna bruise the goods,” the standing otter teased, running webbed fingers through his partner’s headfur.

“Tastes better than any melon in here,” came the muffled reply, followed by a delighted giggle.

Alex sidestepped a rolling watermelon and inhaled the sweet, ripe scent mingling with the sharper tang of arousal. His own sheath was already swelling, the tip of his red fox cock peeking out, slick and eager. It was impossible not to react in a place like this; biology and culture had long ago decided that restraint was optional.

He made it to the cereal aisle, grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes off the shelf. Down at the far end, a muscular lion in nothing but an apron—clearly the store’s baker—had a petite bunny cashier pinned against the shelves. Her floppy ears bounced with every powerful thrust, her cotton tail flicking wildly. Boxes of off-brand Cheerios tumbled around them like an avalanche.

“Gods, Marcus, you’re gonna knock over the whole aisle again,” she squeaked, even as her legs wrapped tighter around his hips.

“Then stop squeezing me like that, Lila,” the lion rumbled, voice deep and amused. “You know what that does to me.”

Alex snorted softly to himself and tucked the cereal under one arm. He needed milk. The dairy fridge was just past the bakery counter, where the scent of fresh donuts and raw sex grew even stronger. A vixen—sleek red fur like his own, though curvier and with a white-tipped tail—was perched on the counter itself, legs spread wide while a stocky badger ate her out with enthusiastic, sloppy gusto. Her moans were high and musical, paws gripping the badger’s ears as her hips rolled against his muzzle.

“Right there—yes, tongue right—oh fuck, don’t stop—”

The badger’s striped tail wagged furiously, muffled growls of pleasure vibrating against her. A half-eaten donut sat forgotten beside her hip, glaze dripping onto the counter in sticky streaks.

Alex cleared his throat politely as he reached past them for the fridge door. “Excuse me, just need a gallon of two-percent.”

The vixen turned her head, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief when she saw him. “Hey handsome,” she purred, voice husky. “You look familiar. Wanna trade places when he’s done? I could use a fox knot after this.”

The badger lifted his glistening muzzle just long enough to grin. “I’m not done for a while yet, but you’re welcome to join in, bro.”

Alex felt his cock slide fully free now, bobbing heavy and wet beneath his loose shorts. He laughed, heat rising in his ears. “Tempting, but I’ve got ice cream in the freezer at home that’ll melt if I linger. Rain check?”

“Suit yourself,” the vixen sighed dramatically, then gasped as the badger dove back in.

Milk secured, Alex headed toward the checkout, trying to ignore how every aisle seemed to pulse with moans, grunts, and the wet slap of fur on fur. A wolf couple were rutting doggy-style right in front of the magazine rack, the female’s tail flagged high as her mate’s hips snapped forward in a steady, primal rhythm. The male caught Alex’s eye mid-thrust and winked.

“Almost done here, buddy. Line’s all yours in a sec.”

“No rush,” Alex said, shifting his groceries to one arm so he could casually palm his erection through his shorts. The friction sent a shiver up his spine.

Mei was finally free—or mostly free—when he reached the counter. Jamal the giraffe had pulled,A out and was tying off a condom with a flourish, tossing it into the discreet bin behind the register. Mei’s thighs were slick, fur matted, but she beamed at Alex like nothing had happened.

“That’ll be twelve fifty-two, cutie.”

Alex swiped his card while Jamal leaned against the counter, still half-hard and catching his breath. “Good game last night, man,” the giraffe said conversationally. “Those otters really pulled it out in the fourth quarter.”

“Yeah, wild finish,” Alex agreed, ears perking as Mei handed him his receipt—along with a quick, playful grope to his bulge. “Hey!”

“Consider it a loyalty reward,” she giggled, winking. “Come back soon. Maybe next time you’ll stick around for the fun.”

Alex tucked the receipt into his pocket, tail swishing as he headed for the door. The bell jingled again, and the warm summer air wrapped around him, thick with distant moans drifting from the park across the street. He glanced down at his obvious erection straining against his shorts and shrugged.
Just another perfectly normal errand in Furwood Heights.

As he strolled home, milk and cereal in one paw, the other idly stroking himself through the fabric, he couldn’t help but grin. Life was good. Messy, sticky, loud, and utterly shameless—but good.

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