For this 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 .

The sun filtered through the thick glass dome of Sandy's Treedome, casting a warm, golden glow over the lush green grass and the sturdy oak tree that dominated the center of her air-filled sanctuary. The air inside was crisp and dry, carrying the faint, earthy scent of Texas soil mixed with the subtle nuttiness of acorns she'd scattered around for snacks. Outside the dome, the underwater world of Bikini Bottom bubbled and shimmered, but in here, it was all land vibes—complete with the distant hum of her scientific gadgets whirring in the background lab, and the soft rustle of leaves in the artificial breeze she engineered to mimic a gentle prairie wind.

Sandy Cheeks, the feisty Texan squirrel, was in her element, strutting around in nothing but her signature purple and green bikini that hugged her athletic, curvaceous form like a second skin. Her fur was a rich, tawny brown, soft and glossy under the light, with those white patches around her eyes giving her that wide-eyed, innocent look—though today, there was nothing innocent about her. She'd been tinkering with a new invention earlier, a rocket-powered surfboard, but now she was taking a break, bending over to adjust some weights on her exercise bench. Her tail, bushy and full, swayed lazily behind her, brushing against the ground with a whispery swish that echoed slightly in the enclosed space.

That's when she felt it—a pair of eyes burning into her from across the dome. She didn't need to turn around to know; her squirrel senses were sharp, picking up the subtle shift in the air, the faint hitch of breath that wasn't her own. Slowly, deliberately, she straightened up, her muscles flexing under her fur as she arched her back just a tad more than necessary. Her bikini bottoms rode up a bit, clinging to the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass—plump and toned from years of karate kicks and extreme sports. The fabric was stretched taut, outlining every curve, every dimple, with a sheen of sweat from her workout making it glisten like dew on morning grass.

"Well, well, sugar," Sandy drawled in that thick Southern accent, her voice low and husky, dripping with playful mischief as she finally glanced over her shoulder. Her big, brown eyes locked onto the spot where the stare originated, narrowing into a wicked, knowing squint. A nasty grin spread across her face, her buck teeth peeking out just enough to add a feral edge to her expression—lips curled back, eyebrows arched in mock surprise, but with a heat that made the air feel thicker, heavier. "Looks like someone's got themselves a front-row seat to the best show in Bikini Bottom. You been eyeballin' my sexy li'l tail-end there, haven't ya? Can't say I blame ya—it's a work of art, darlin'."

She didn't wait for a response; instead, she planted her paws on her hips, cocking them to one side with a sassy tilt that made her ass jiggle ever so slightly. The scent of her fur warmed by exertion wafted through the dome—a mix of sweet almond from her natural oils and the tangy musk of sweat, intoxicating and primal. Turning fully now, she faced the direction of the gaze but kept her body angled just right, so her backside remained the star. With a deliberate slowness, she reached back, her gloved paw (she'd forgotten to take off her workout gloves) tracing the curve of one cheek, squeezing it lightly. The fur there was velvety soft, parting under her touch to reveal the smooth skin beneath, and she let out a soft, throaty chuckle that vibrated through the air like a purr.

"Oh, you like that, huh? Starin' at this big, juicy squirrel ass like it's the last nut in the tree." Her voice turned teasing, laced with a naughty lilt as she wiggled her hips from side to side, making her cheeks bounce and clap together with a rhythmic, fleshy smack that echoed off the glass walls. The motion sent her tail flicking wildly, brushing against her own fur with a ticklish rustle, and she exaggerated each shake, rolling her hips in slow, hypnotic circles. Up and down, side to side—her ass cheeks quivered with each movement, the bikini fabric straining, threatening to slip further into the cleft between them. The sound was lewd and inviting, a soft thwap-thwap that mixed with the creak of her boots on the grass as she shifted her weight. Sweat trickled down her back, pooling at the base of her tail, adding a glossy sheen that caught the light and made her curves look even more tantalizing.

Sandy's nasty face intensified—her tongue darting out to wet her lips, eyes half-lidded with feigned lust, crinkling at the corners as if she were sharing a dirty secret. "Mmm, feel that? That's Texas pride right there, shakin' just for you. Bet you can't take your eyes off it, can ya? All plump and ready, bouncin' like it's got a mind of its own." She bent forward slightly, pushing her ass out further, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she balanced on her toes. The air grew warmer, thicker with the scent of her arousal now mingling in— a subtle, feminine musk that was sweet like wildflowers but edged with something animalistic, raw. Her tail arched high, exposing more, and she shook harder, faster, the claps turning into a steady rhythm that made the ground beneath seem to vibrate.

But she wasn't done teasing. With a wicked laugh that bubbled up from her chest—deep and sultry, like honey poured over gravel—she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. "Alright, hot stuff, since you're so fixated, how 'bout I give ya a real eyeful? Ain't no point in hidin' the goods when there's an audience beggin' for more." Slowly, agonizingly, she peeled the fabric down, inch by inch, the material sticking slightly to her sweat-dampened fur before sliding free. It pooled around her ankles with a soft thud, and there it was—her bare ass in all its glory, cheeks full and firm, the fur thinning out to reveal pinkish skin in the center, quivering from the recent shakes.

She reached back with both paws now, gripping her cheeks firmly, the pads of her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Watch this, darlin'," she purred, her voice dropping an octave, breathy and commanding. Spreading them wide, she exposed everything—the tight, puckered ring of her anus, flushed and winking slightly in the open air, and below it, the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening with a sheen of moisture that caught the light like dew on petals. The scent hit stronger now, a heady wave of her natural musk, warm and inviting, filling the dome with an intensity that made the senses reel. Her folds were plump, the inner lips peeking out pink and swollen, a drop of her arousal trailing down slowly, visibly, as if to taunt further.

Sandy held the pose, spreading wider, her tail curling up and out of the way for an unobstructed view. She glanced back again, her face twisted into that nasty expression—lips pursed in a pouty smirk, eyes gleaming with devilish delight, one eyebrow cocked high. "There ya go, sugar. Spread wide open just for your peepin' eyes. See how wet and ready that pussy is? And this tight li'l hole back here... mmph, bet it's makin' your mouth water." She wiggled again, her spread cheeks jiggling around the exposed openings, the motion causing her pussy lips to part further with a soft, wet schlick that was audible in the quiet dome. The air hummed with the sound, mixed with her heavy breathing, and the faint drip of sweat—or was it more?—hitting the grass below.

She lingered there, teasing with micro-movements: a clench of her anus that made it tighten and relax, a subtle rock of her hips that spread her pussy lips even more, revealing the glistening entrance within. "Oh yeah, take it all in," she cooed, her accent thickening with excitement. "This naughty squirrel's got no shame—shakin', spreadin', and lovin' every second of your stare. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or is it just my ass that's got ya speechless?" Her laugh echoed again, wild and unrestrained, as she finally released her cheeks, letting them snap back together with a resounding smack that sent ripples through her fur.

Straightening up but not bothering to pull her bottoms back on, Sandy turned fully, her bare lower half on display, fur matted slightly with sweat, the scent lingering like a perfume. She sauntered closer, her hips swaying with each step, boots crunching the grass, but stopped just short, her nasty grin never fading. "Bet you didn't expect a show like this from ol' Sandy, did ya? But hey, keep starin'—I could do this all day."