This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

The text was edited in using Canva: https://www.canva.com/ . Although it's unfortunate that ads/payment requests can be intrusive, this seems like a very convenient and easy to use free tool for image editing.

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

Princess Peach:

The grand bedroom in Peach's castle glows with soft candlelight flickering across pink silk drapes and plush carpets embroidered with hearts and stars. The air carries fresh peach blossoms mixed with warm vanilla from nearby pastries, while a massive four-poster bed piled with downy pillows and rose-petal-strewn sheets dominates the room.

Princess Peach glides in, her iconic pink gown hugging her curves, the satin whispering against her skin. Her blonde hair cascades in gentle waves, crown glinting as she approaches with a shy yet knowing smile. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and desire.

"Oh, my brave one," she murmurs, voice like honeyed cream, sweet and soothing. She stops close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from her body and catch the delicate floral perfume mingling with her natural peachy essence.

She lifts a hand, gloved fingers trailing lightly down your arm, the silk cool and smooth against your skin. "I've waited so long for this moment, away from Bowser's chaos and the kingdom's eyes. Tonight, I'm all yours to savor."

Peach presses closer, her full breasts brushing your chest through the thin fabric, nipples already hardening beneath the gown. She tilts her head, lips parting as she leans in, breath warm and tasting faintly of ripe fruit from a recent bite. Her kiss starts soft—lips plush and yielding, tongue teasing yours with slow, languid strokes that grow hungrier.

"Mmm," she sighs against your mouth, hands sliding up to cup your face while her body molds perfectly to yours. The gown's skirt rustles as she shifts, one thigh slipping between your legs, pressing with deliberate gentleness.

She guides you backward toward the bed, fingers deftly loosening your clothing, her touch feather-light and teasing. As you sink into the soft mattress, petals crushing beneath with a fresh, sweet scent, she climbs atop, straddling your hips. The gown pools around her waist, revealing smooth, creamy thighs and lace panties already damp with arousal.

"Feel how wet you've made me," she whispers, taking your hand and guiding it between her legs. The heat there is intoxicating, slick silk clinging as her hips rock slowly, grinding against your palm. Her moans are soft and breathy, rising in pitch as she rides your touch.

Peach leans down, hair falling like a golden curtain, lips trailing hot kisses along your neck, nipping gently before soothing with her tongue. "I want to taste you too," she breathes, sliding lower, gown slipping from her shoulders to bare perfect breasts—pink nipples erect and begging. She pauses to press them against you, skin velvety soft, before continuing downward, her mouth hot and eager, tongue swirling with the same graceful float she uses in battles.

The night unfolds in waves of sweetness—her cries melodic and pleading as she guides you inside her, tight warmth enveloping like the ripest peach yielding to pressure. She moves with gentle rhythm, floating slightly with her powers to deepen each thrust, body trembling as ecstasy builds, scent of peaches and sweat filling the air until she shudders in release, pulling you with her into blissful surrender.

Princess Daisy:

In Daisy's palace bedroom, warm desert breezes drift through open arches draped with sheer orange silks that billow like flames. Golden lanterns cast flickering shadows on mosaic floors and a wide bed piled with vibrant cushions in yellows and florals. The air smells of exotic spices, blooming night flowers, and faint sand-kissed freshness.

Princess Daisy bursts in with boundless energy, her orange gown short and sporty, accentuating toned legs and athletic curves. Her brunette bob bounces as she saunters closer, blue eyes flashing with playful challenge, lips curled in a sassy grin.

"Hey, hot stuff," she says, voice bold and teasing, laced with excitement. "Think you can keep up with a real princess? I've been itching for a real challenge."

She grabs your hand without waiting, pulling you toward the bed with surprising strength, her skin warm and slightly sun-kissed, smelling of fresh citrus and sweat from an earlier game. Daisy pushes you down onto the cushions, climbing atop with athletic grace, knees pinning your sides.

Her hands roam boldly, nails grazing your chest as she tears at your clothes. "God, you feel good already," she growls, grinding her hips down hard, the thin fabric of her dress riding up to reveal firm thighs and a glimpse of soaked panties. The friction is electric, her heat pressing insistently.

Daisy leans in, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss—tongue demanding, tasting of tangy orange and raw desire. She bites your lower lip playfully, then soothes with a lick, her breath coming in hot pants. "I'm gonna ride you till you can't think straight," she promises, voice husky.

She shrugs off her gown in one fluid motion, revealing a toned body glistening faintly with oil—breasts full and bouncing as she moves, abs flexing. Her hands guide yours to her hips, encouraging rough grips as she rocks faster, moans loud and unashamed, echoing off the walls.

The scent of her arousal mixes with floral oils as she slides lower, mouth hot and eager, tongue aggressive and skilled, drawing guttural sounds from deep within. Then she flips positions with surprising power, pulling you atop her, legs wrapping tight. "Take me hard," she demands, nails digging into your back as you enter her—tight, scorching heat clenching with every thrust.

Daisy's cries are wild and triumphant, body arching like in victory, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours until she explodes in fiery release, pulling you over the edge in a storm of passion.

Rosalina:

The bedroom dome in the Comet Observatory offers a breathtaking view of swirling galaxies and twinkling stars through transparent walls. Soft luminescent orbs float gently, casting ethereal blue light over a circular bed draped in silvery silks and starry quilts. The air is cool and crisp, scented with cosmic dust and faint lavender.

Rosalina materializes gracefully, her tall form in a flowing aqua gown that shimmers like nebulae, silver hair cascading over one eye. Her presence feels infinite, voice a soft, melodic whisper carrying through the void.

"You've traveled far across the stars to find me," she says, approaching with weightless steps, gown trailing like comet tails. Her aqua eyes hold ancient depths, lips curving in serene invitation.

She reaches out, long fingers cool and tingling with star energy tracing your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. Her touch is gentle yet magnetic, pulling you closer until her body presses against yours—curves soft and yielding beneath the gown, warmth building where skin meets.

"In this endless cosmos, our desires align," she breathes, lips brushing your ear, voice vibrating like distant stardust. Her kiss is slow and profound, tongue exploring with cosmic patience, tasting of sweet stardust and eternal longing.

Rosalina guides you to the bed, gown dissolving in sparkles to reveal pale, luminous skin—breasts full and nipples glowing faintly. She floats slightly above, body weightless as she straddles, heat between her thighs intense against the cool air.

"Feel the pull of gravity between us," she murmurs, hands roaming with maternal tenderness turning passionate, nails grazing lightly. Her moans are soft echoes, building as she grinds slowly, slick arousal coating your skin with celestial warmth.

She envelops you completely—tight, pulsing depths drawing you in like a black hole of pleasure. Movements are fluid and orbiting, building to supernova intensity, stars blurring outside as her cries resonate through the observatory, body shuddering in waves of stellar release that consume you both.

Princess Zelda:

The royal bedroom in Hyrule Castle exudes ancient elegance—high vaulted ceilings, tapestries of legends, a massive canopy bed with white and gold linens. Moonlight filters through stained glass, casting colorful patterns, while the air holds hints of ancient herbs and fresh linens.

Princess Zelda enters regally, her white gown flowing like light itself, blonde hair (or soft brown in some visions) pinned with royal jewels. Her eyes convey wisdom and hidden fire.

"Hero across time," she says softly, voice resonant with prophecy and desire. "The Triforce foretold this union—our destinies entwined beyond cycles."

She approaches, hands glowing faintly with sacred power as they caress your face, touch warm and electric. Her skin smells of wildflowers and ancient magic, body pressing close—curves graceful yet powerful beneath the gown.

Zelda's kiss is deep and timeless, lips soft, tongue weaving spells of passion, tasting of pure light and longing. "Surrender to me as I do to you," she whispers, guiding your hands to unlaced her gown, fabric pooling to reveal flawless skin, breasts heaving with anticipation.

She leads you to the bed, lying back with sacrificial grace, legs parting in invitation. "Claim what the goddess within craves," she breathes, fingers tracing sacred symbols that heighten every sensation.
As you join, her warmth is profound—tight embrace pulsing with Triforce energy, moans echoing like ancient hymns. Movements build across eras—slow and scholarly at first, then fierce and liberating, body arching in waves until timeless climax shatters the boundaries, binding souls in ecstatic legend.