interstellar demon stripper, lop, and m'ress (rick and morty and etc) directed by gridanon
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I think it's harder to find a sci-fi series that doesn't have a furry character than one that does!

Used image editing software, inpainting and img2img to clean up the eyes and sound effects here.

Tech Talk

This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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.

I used Regional Prompter to help arrange the characters: https://github.com/hako-mikan/sd-webui-regional-prompter

For the upload Tail Tagger was used to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 for AI assisted tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - Tentacle Tango

In a bizarre rift of multiversal chaos, where the fabric of realities tore open like a wound in the cosmos, three unlikely beings found themselves thrust together on an alien planet shrouded in perpetual twilight. Lop, the agile Lepi from the distant world of Tao, her rabbit-like ears twitching with unease, had been pulled from a meditative trance mid-Force vision. M'ress, the sleek Caitian communications officer from the USS Enterprise, her cream-colored fur standing on end, purred nervously as her claws extended instinctively. And towering over them both was the Interstellar Demon Stripper—let's call her Hildra for the sake of this twisted tale—an eight-foot purple-scaled behemoth with voluptuous breasts straining against her skimpy bondage harness, her reptilian tail swishing with a mix of irritation and intrigue. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and exotic flora, a humid mist clinging to their skins and furs, carrying hints of sweet nectar and musky earth.

"How the kriff did we end up here?" Lop muttered, her voice a soft, melodic lilt edged with her adoptive clan's accent. She adjusted her side glasses, scanning the infrared glow of the surrounding jungle. Vines dangled like serpents from bioluminescent trees, and the ground pulsed faintly, as if alive. Her lithe, furry body tensed, her long ears flopping slightly as she leaped onto a low branch for a better view, her umbrella tucked at her side like a forgotten weapon.

M'ress sniffed the air, her golden eyes narrowing, a low rumble vibrating in her throat. "This isn't the Enterprise... or any star system I recognize. Smells like... danger mixed with something primal." Her tail flicked, brushing against Hildra's scaled leg, sending a shiver through the demon's massive frame. The Caitian's uniform clung to her curves from the humidity, her pert breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardening against the fabric from the cool mist.

Hildra laughed, a deep, guttural sound that echoed like thunder, her forked tongue flicking out to taste the air. "Oh, darlings, this is my kind of party. Realities colliding? Tentacles waiting in the wings? I've stripped for worse crowds." She flexed her muscular arms, her large breasts bouncing enticingly in their harness, the purple scales glistening with dew. Her eyes, glowing red slits, scanned the trio with predatory hunger. "You two look tasty. Name's Hildra—interstellar entertainer extraordinaire. What's a bunny and a kitty doing in my nightmare?"

Before they could respond, the ground trembled. From the undergrowth erupted a mass of writhing tentacles—thick, slick appendages of some eldritch horror, pulsing with iridescent veins that glowed in hues of blue and purple. They smelled of saltwater and arousal, a pheromonal musk that invaded their nostrils, making their bodies tingle with involuntary heat. The tentacles were alive, sentient, covered in tiny suckers that quivered with anticipation, dripping a viscous, warm lubricant that sizzled faintly on the leaves.
Lop's eyes widened, her Force senses screaming danger—and an undercurrent of forbidden allure. "Stay back! I can feel its... hunger." But as she raised her lightsaber heirloom, a tentacle whipped out, wrapping around her wrist with surprising gentleness, the suckers latching on like kisses, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Ahh! What... what is this?" she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan as the lubricant seeped through her fur, warming her skin like liquid fire.

M'ress hissed, but it turned into a purr as two tentacles coiled around her legs, spreading them apart with insistent strength. The touch was firm yet yielding, the suckers pulsing rhythmically against her inner thighs, tasting her fur and skin. "Mmmrrrow... it's... it's alive. Feels like... velvet and heat." The scent intensified, a heady mix of ocean brine and her own growing arousal, her pussy clenching as the tentacles teased higher, brushing against the dampening fabric of her uniform.

Hildra grinned wickedly, not resisting as a cluster of thicker tentacles enveloped her massive form. "Finally, some action! Come on, you slimy bastards—show me what you've got." One tentacle slithered between her breasts, the suckers latching onto her nipples, tugging and sucking with wet, slurping sounds that filled the air. Another wrapped around her tail, stroking it base to tip, while a third probed between her scaled thighs, the lubricant mixing with her own demonic juices, creating a slippery symphony of scents—musky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.

The tentacles wasted no time, their movements synchronized like a lover's dance, driven by an alien intelligence that sensed their deepest desires. For Lop, the smallest and most agile, they started slow, teasing her sensitive ears first. A slender tentacle curled around one floppy ear, the suckers vibrating gently, sending waves of tingling pleasure down her spine. "Oh gods... it's like... lightning in my veins," she whimpered, her body arching as another tentacle slipped under her tunic, coiling around her waist and dipping lower. The air filled with the wet schlick of lubricant as it parted her furry folds, the tip probing her entrance with feather-light touches. She tasted salt on her lips from the mist, her breaths coming in pants, the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

M'ress yowled in delight as a tentacle pushed aside her uniform, exposing her glistening pussy. The appendage was thick, ridged with suckers that latched onto her clit, sucking in pulsing rhythms that made her claws dig into the ground. "Yesss... right there... purrrfect," she purred, her voice a husky growl. Another tentacle invaded her mouth, tasting of sweet nectar, and she sucked on it eagerly, her tongue lapping at the slick surface. The sensations overwhelmed her— the heat coiling in her belly, the scent of her arousal mingling with the tentacles' musk, the sounds of wet flesh slapping against fur.

Hildra roared with laughter that dissolved into moans as a massive tentacle, as thick as her arm, thrust between her legs, stretching her demonic pussy with relentless force. "Fuck yes! Deeper, you monster—make me scream!" The suckers inside her pulsed, massaging her inner walls, while others wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and milking them, her nipples aching with exquisite pain-pleasure. She ground against the intrusion, her scales scraping against the slick skin, the air thick with the slap-slap-slap of tentacle on flesh, her juices dripping in rivulets that smelled like brimstone and honey.

As the intensity built, the tentacles coordinated their assault, fucking each woman in tandem. Lop was lifted off the ground, tentacles supporting her lithe form as one plunged into her tight pussy, the ridges scraping her sensitive spots with each thrust. "It's... too much... so full!" she cried, her voice echoing with ecstasy, her Force abilities amplifying the sensations, making every nerve ending explode like stars. Another tentacle teased her ass, circling the puckered entrance before pushing in slowly, the dual penetration sending her spiraling. She could hear M'ress's purring moans and Hildra's thunderous cries, the symphony of pleasure driving her wild. The taste of her own sweat mixed with the lubricant on her lips, her fur matted and slick.

M'ress was on all fours now, tentacles ravaging her from every angle—one in her pussy, pounding with feral rhythm, another in her ass, stretching her deliciously, and a third in her mouth, fucking her throat with gentle insistence. "Mmmph... harder... make me cum like a supernova!" she mumbled around the appendage, her body quaking, fur rippling with each thrust. The suckers on her clit vibrated faster, a buzzing heat that made her vision blur, the scent of her cream filling the air, tangy and irresistible.

Hildra, the largest, took the most—tentacles filling her pussy and ass simultaneously, another wrapping around her throat in a choking embrace that heightened her pleasure, and more suckling her breasts like hungry mouths. "Yes! Stretch me, break me—I'm your demon whore!" she bellowed, her voice raw and commanding, her tail thrashing as orgasms built like tidal waves. The sounds were obscene: wet squelches, gasps, slurps, the ground muddy with their combined fluids.

The climaxes hit like cosmic explosions. Lop came first, her body convulsing in mid-air, tentacles thrusting deeper as her pussy clenched around them in rhythmic spasms. "Ahhh! I'm... shattering... Force, it's mind-blowing!" she screamed, waves of pleasure crashing through her, every sense alight—sight blurring with colors, ears ringing with her own echoes, skin burning with heat, taste of ecstasy on her tongue, scent of release enveloping her. Her orgasm triggered a chain reaction, the Force rippling out, intensifying the others' sensations.

M'ress followed, her purring turning to a feral roar as her body arched, claws shredding the earth. "Rrrraaah! Cumming... so hard... endless!" The tentacles pulsed inside her, milking her climax, her juices squirting in hot arcs, the pleasure so intense it felt like her mind was fracturing into stars, every muscle taut and releasing in blissful agony.

Hildra's orgasm was cataclysmic, her massive body shaking the ground as she bellowed, "Fuck! Exploding... take it all!" Tentacles throbbed within her, suckers pulling every drop of pleasure, her demonic essence flooding out in a torrent, the intensity making her scales glow, pleasure ripping through her like hellfire, mind blanking in white-hot ecstasy.

As the tentacles withdrew slowly, leaving them panting and spent in a heap of tangled limbs, the women shared dazed glances. "That... was insane," Lop whispered, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Mmm, let's do it again sometime," M'ress purred, licking her lips.

Hildra chuckled weakly. "Darlings, that's just round one." The air still hummed with their scents, the planet's twilight eternal, promising more extreme delights in the shadows.

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