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

Editing was done in GIMP and inpainting after that.

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

In the throbbing underbelly of Petropolis, where the midnight haze clung to the air like a lover's desperate grasp, the abandoned Quacky the Duck studio loomed like a forgotten monument to childish whimsy twisted into adult depravity. The atmosphere was a sensory assault: the sharp tang of rusted metal from derelict stage props mingling with the earthy dampness of recent rain, undercut by the faint, sickly sweet rot of discarded popcorn kernels crunching underfoot. Neon signs from distant billboards flickered erratically, casting erratic pulses of crimson and electric blue across the alley, turning shadows into writhing entities. Counting Cougar slinked through this chaos, her beige fur glistening with a sheen of mist, her orange-red curls bouncing like flames in the wind. That purple off-shoulder dress clung to her like a second skin, the fabric whispering against her curves with every predatory step—silky, taut, and radiating the heat of her untamed desire. Her purple sunglasses gleamed under the fractured light, gold jewelry clinking softly like chains of temptation, and her scent—a intoxicating brew of jasmine, musk, and something primal, like heated fur after a chase—wafted ahead of her, ensnaring the night.

She had her prey tonight: Dudley Puppy, the bumbling yet unbreakable T.U.F.F. agent, his white fur with black spots a beacon in the gloom. Dudley had blundered into the alley on a "super secret mission" that was really just chasing a stray cat, his tail wagging furiously despite the danger. He was built like a tank—broad shoulders, muscular limbs, and that dopey grin that hid a core of unyielding heroism. But now, cornered against the graffiti-scarred wall, his badge glinting mockingly, he froze as she approached. The air hummed with tension, the distant hum of city traffic a low bassline to the symphony of impending ecstasy. "Whoa, lady! I-I was just, uh, counting the stars or something!" Dudley yelped, his voice a mix of boyish excitement and nervous tremor, his paws fumbling at his utility belt. The smell of his fur—clean, soapy, with a hint of doggy adventure sweat—clashed deliciously with her perfume, creating a head-spinning vortex that made his head reel.

Counting Cougar's laugh was a velvet rumble, vibrating through the air like thunder trapped in silk. "Oh, puppy, stars are for amateurs. Let me teach you to count the explosions in your soul." Her claws, sharp and painted gold, grazed his chest, sending electric jolts through his fur, the touch both teasing and commanding. She dropped to her knees with a predatory thud, the gritty concrete biting into her skin like tiny teeth, but pain was just another flavor in her feast. Her paws yanked at his zipper with feral urgency, the metallic rasp echoing like a gunshot. Out sprang his cock—massive, throbbing, veined like a roadmap to oblivion, already leaking pre-cum that glistened like dew in the neon glow. The cool night air licked at it, a fleeting chill before the inferno, carrying the salty musk of his arousal that hit her nostrils like a drug.

Dudley's eyes widened, his heart slamming against his ribs like a caged beast. "H-hey, wait! This isn't in the T.U.F.F. handbook! Oh man, oh wow..." His words trailed into a guttural moan as she lunged forward, her plush crimson lips sealing around him in an unbreakable vacuum grip. The suction ignited instantaneously, not just strong—cataclysmic, dwarfing any mere vacuum cleaner, surpassing industrial black holes, pulling with the force of a collapsing star. It yanked at his very essence, drawing blood, nerves, and soul southward in a torrent that made his vision explode in fireworks of color. The pressure hollowed her cheeks to abyssal depths, her face distorting wildly, stretching forward in a grotesque, elastic surge—first one foot, then two, blasting past three feet, four, five in a cartoonish elongation that defied physics. Her muzzle extended like molten rubber, fur rippling in waves, veins bulging like rivers under the strain, her purple sunglasses miraculously clinging to the tip of the surreal snout. The :>= expression etched eternally: lips protruded in a forward tug of extreme effort, cheeks sucked inward to form cavernous voids, eyes squinting with manic focus amid the warp.

The sensory overload crashed over Dudley like a tsunami. Touch: Every millimeter of his cock was crushed and caressed in that void, the vacuum milking him with rhythmic pulses that felt like a thousand tongues and hands working in unholy unison—velvet heat, rough tongue flicks scraping veins, saliva bubbling like lava. The pull tugged at his balls, lifting them with magnetic force, slapping them against her chin in wet, rhythmic thwacks that stung like sweet fire. Sound: A deafening roar filled the alley—the schlorp-glurk of her elongated face bobbing, air whistling through microscopic leaks like a screaming jet engine, saliva gurgling in frothy whirlpools, his own moans escalating to howls that bounced off walls. "Argh! Cougar! It's... it's ripping me apart... in the best way! Feels like my whole body's gonna implode!" Dudley bellowed, his voice cracking into ecstatic yelps, claws gouging deep furrows into the brick, the scrape of stone adding a gritty percussion to the chaos.

Smell: The air thickened to a suffocating miasma—his musky pre-cum flooding her senses, mixing with her cherry-glossed lips and jasmine perfume, now laced with the metallic tang of strained fur and the earthy grit of the alley. Taste: On her tongue, he was a explosion of salt, heat, and essence—pre-cum spurting in geysers, swallowed instantly by the vacuum, each gulp amplifying the flavor to orgasmic intensity. Sight: Dudley stared down in hallucinatory awe, the neon lights refracting off her stretched face like a psychedelic nightmare, curls dangling like fiery tentacles from the five-foot extension, her gold jewelry swinging hypnotically. The distortion pulsed, contracting and expanding with each suck, her eyes locking onto his with predatory glee.

She didn't relent; she amplified. Her paws clamped his thighs like vices, claws piercing fur to draw beads of blood—sharp stings that blended into the pleasure-pain matrix, the warm trickle adding a coppery scent to the overload. She hummed her counting song, twisted into a dirge of desire: "One suck to shatter, two to break, three—mmph—to make you quake!" The vibrations thrummed through his shaft like seismic waves, rattling his bones, making his tail thrash wildly, fur standing on end from static charge. The vacuum intensified to apocalyptic levels, a high-pitched whine piercing the night like a siren, air compressing around them in visible ripples. Dudley's body convulsed, muscles spasming in overload—every nerve firing, skin tingling as if electrified, sweat pouring in rivulets that cooled instantly in the breeze, only to heat again from friction.

"More! Don't stop, Cougar! It's... it's like fireworks in my brain... explosions everywhere!" he gasped, hips bucking uncontrollably, thrusting deeper into the abyss, the wet slaps now thunderous. The pleasure layered infinitely: base suction like a gentle vortex, escalating to a maelstrom that twisted his insides, every vein throbbing, tip hypersensitive to her tongue's relentless assault. Taste buds overloaded with his own sweat on bitten lips; smells swirling into a pheromone storm that made his head pound; sounds merging into a white-noise ecstasy; touches fusing into one continuous orgasmic pulse. Her face stretched further—six feet now, a serpentine tube of fur and fury, lips vibrating with the force.

The climax hit like a supernova. Dudley's roar shattered the night—"I'm... exploding! Count to infinityyyyy!"—as he erupted, torrents of cum blasting forth, only to be vacuumed away in seamless, greedy gulps that prolonged the release, wave after endless wave milked dry. His vision blacked out in starbursts, body quaking in aftershocks, every sense maxed to breaking: the final pop of release echoing like cannon fire, the lingering taste of salt on the air, the cool concrete under his collapsing form a stark contrast to the inferno.

As the vacuum mercifully eased, her face retracted with a rubbery snap-boing that echoed like a whip crack, snapping back to her sly, satisfied form. She rose, licking lips with a tongue that still tingled from the feast, a glistening strand snapping between them. "There, puppy," she purred, voice husky and triumphant, adjusting her dress with a shimmy that sent ripples through the air. "That's extreme counting. Ready for round two? Or should we count the stars collapsing next time?"

Dudley slumped against the wall, a panting, euphoric wreck, fur matted, senses still ringing like bells in a storm. The alley spun in residual overload, but the memory—that insane, sensory-shattering vacuum—would fuel his wildest dreams, a black hole of pleasure etched forever in his soul.