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!

It was a quiet night at the Road Rovers headquarters, the kind of stillness that wrapped around the massive compound like a velvet shroud. The moon hung high outside Colleen's window, casting a silvery glow across her private quarters—a cozy room tucked away in the east wing, far from the boys' barracks. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of pine from the surrounding forests, mingled with the lingering aroma of her evening chamomile tea that still sat half-finished on her nightstand. Colleen, the sleek Rough Collie with her luxurious light brown and white fur, had just finished a long day of training simulations. Her muscles ached in that satisfying way, a reminder of her prowess, but tonight, something else stirred within her—a restless heat that had been building for days.

She padded across the soft carpet on all fours before shifting effortlessly into her anthropomorphic form, her body stretching tall and lithe. The transformation always sent a subtle thrill through her, her fur rippling like waves on a pond. Now standing on two legs, she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, her fluffy tail swishing lazily behind her. The team uniform she'd worn earlier lay discarded on the chair, leaving her in nothing but her natural fur, which felt deliciously exposed against the cool air. "Blimey, Colleen," she murmured to herself in her crisp British accent, a smirk playing on her lips. "You look like you've got a fire lit under your tail tonight. What's got you all wound up? That daft Hunter and his bloody oblivious charm?"

Hunter. The thought of him sent a warm flush through her core. The golden retriever leader with his easy grin, his unwavering confidence, and those moments when their eyes locked during missions—electric, unspoken tension crackling between them. She'd caught him staring at her during today's drill, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips as she executed a flawless roundhouse kick. "Huntie, you big lug," she whispered, her voice husky as she traced a paw along her collarbone, feeling the soft fur give way to the sensitive skin beneath. "If only you knew what you do to me." The room was silent save for the distant hum of the base's generators and the soft tick of her alarm clock, but in her mind, echoes of his voice played like a teasing melody.

Colleen dimmed the lights with a flick of her paw, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate her form. She sauntered to her bed, the sheets crisp and cool against her back as she sank into them. Propping herself up on pillows, she let her legs part slightly, the air kissing her inner thighs like a lover's breath. The scent of her own arousal began to mingle with the pine—musky, sweet, and intoxicating. She inhaled deeply, savoring it, her nostrils flaring. "Mmm, that's the ticket," she purred to herself, her tail thumping softly against the mattress. "No boys around to muck it up. Just you and me tonight, love."

Her paws wandered slowly at first, exploratory, as if rediscovering her own body. She started at her neck, fingers—clawed but gentle—trailing down to her breasts, hidden beneath the plush fur but swelling with anticipation. She cupped them, squeezing lightly, feeling the nipples harden into tight peaks under her touch. A soft gasp escaped her lips, the sound echoing in the empty room like a secret confession. "Oh, yes... right there," she murmured, imagining Hunter's paws instead of her own. The fur on her chest was silky, warm from her rising body heat, and she pinched a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to her core, making her hips buck involuntarily. The taste of salt lingered on her tongue from licking her lips, her mouth watering with the intensity building inside.
Lower now, her free paw skimmed over her flat stomach, the muscles taut from years of martial arts training. She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, a throbbing ache that demanded attention. "Patience, girl," she chided herself aloud, her voice breathy and laced with amusement. "Build it up proper-like. Make it last." But her body betrayed her words; her thighs trembled as she parted them wider, exposing her most intimate folds to the cool air. The sensation was exquisite—a contrast of chill against her slick warmth. She dipped a finger lower, tracing the outer lips of her sex, feeling the moisture already gathering there. The scent grew stronger, heady and primal, filling her senses like a drug.

"Blimey, I'm soaked already," Colleen whispered, her blue eyes half-lidded as she watched her own paw in the mirror across the room. The moonlight caught the glisten on her fur, making it shimmer like dew on petals. She circled her entrance teasingly, the touch feather-light, sending shivers up her spine. Her tail curled around her leg, the fluffy tip brushing against her calf in rhythmic strokes. Sounds amplified in the quiet: the wet slick of her finger against her folds, her deepening breaths turning to soft pants, the rustle of sheets as her hips shifted restlessly.

Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. With a low moan, she slipped one finger inside herself, the intrusion smooth and welcoming. "Oh, Hunter... yes, just like that," she groaned, her imagination painting him above her, his strong body pressing down. The inner walls clenched around her digit, hot and velvety, pulsing with need. She added a second finger, stretching herself gently, the fullness making her toes curl. The taste of her own fur brushed her lips as she bit down lightly on her lower one, suppressing a louder cry. But why suppress? She was alone. "Fuck, that feels brilliant," she said louder, her accent thickening with arousal. "Deeper, love... give it to me harder."

She began to thrust her fingers in and out, slowly at first, savoring every inch. The friction built a delicious pressure, her thumb finding her clit—a swollen nub begging for attention. She circled it in time with her thrusts, the dual sensation igniting fireworks behind her eyes. Colors danced in her vision: the silver moon, the golden hue of Hunter's fur in her mind's eye. The room smelled of sex now, her arousal overpowering everything else, mixed with the faint floral notes of her shampoo from earlier. Her free paw roamed back to her breast, kneading roughly, pinching harder as the pleasure escalated.

"Faster... oh god, yes," Colleen panted, her hips rising to meet her hand. The bed creaked softly under her movements, a rhythmic underscore to her building ecstasy. Sweat beaded on her fur, making it stick slightly to her skin, the cool air turning it into a tantalizing chill. She could taste the metallic tang of excitement on her tongue, her mouth open in silent pleas. Internal heat coiled tighter, a spring wound to its limit. "I'm close... so bloody close," she whimpered, her voice breaking. In her fantasy, Hunter's voice whispered encouragements: "Come for me, Collie... let go."

She intensified her pace, fingers plunging deep, curling to hit that perfect spot inside. Her thumb pressed firmly on her clit, rubbing in frantic circles. The pleasure was overwhelming now—waves crashing through her body, from the tips of her ears to the curl of her tail. Every sense was alive: the slick sounds of her wetness, the musky scent enveloping her, the electric touch sending sparks across her nerves, the faint taste of salt as she licked her lips again, and the sight of her body arching in the mirror, fur disheveled and eyes wild.

It hit her like a thunderbolt—a mindblowing orgasm that shattered her world. "Hunter! Oh fuck, yes—I'm coming!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. Her inner walls spasmed violently around her fingers, clenching in rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever. Pleasure exploded in her core, radiating outward in blinding waves, making her vision blur and her body convulse. She felt it in every fiber: toes curling tight, tail thrashing wildly against the sheets, breasts heaving with each ragged breath. The intensity was extreme, almost painful in its bliss, as if her soul was unraveling in ecstasy. Juices flooded her paw, warm and sticky, the scent peaking in a dizzying haze.

For what felt like minutes, she rode the aftershocks, her fingers slowing but still buried deep, coaxing every last tremor. "That... was... incredible," she gasped between pants, her body limp and sated. The room spun gently, the moonlight now softer, more comforting. She withdrew her hand, bringing it to her lips for a curious taste—salty, sweet, uniquely her. "Mmm, not bad, Colleen. Not bad at all." A satisfied smile curved her muzzle as she rolled onto her side, the cool sheets soothing her heated fur. Sleep would come easy now, dreams likely filled with Hunter's touch. But for tonight, she'd claimed her own pleasure, fierce and unapologetic.