This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model WAI v12: https://civitai.com/models/827184?modelVersionId=2514310 . WAI is an anime model but can do some furry characters.

Inpainting was done using the same model.

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 dim glow of Anima City's underbelly, where the neon lights from the bustling streets above flickered through cracked windows like distant stars, Shirou Ogami and Michiru Kagemori found themselves in a hidden alcove of an abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with the scent of rust and damp concrete, mingled with the faint, musky aroma of their own arousal that had been building since their latest narrow escape from a Sylvasta Corporation raid. Shirou's silver fur bristled under his coat, his grey-blue eyes locked onto Michiru's teal ones with an intensity that made her tail twitch involuntarily. She was still in her tanuki form, her blue hair tousled from the chase, her athletic shorts hugging her curves in a way that drove him wild.

"Michiru," Shirou growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air like thunder, sending shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, his massive frame towering over her, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace. "You've been teasing me all day with that scent of yours. I can smell your need from miles away."

Michiru's cheeks flushed beneath her fur, her pointy ears flattening slightly as she bit her lip. "Shirou... I didn't mean to. It's just... after that fight, my body's all fired up." Her voice was breathy, laced with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She could feel the dampness growing between her thighs, her navy shorts clinging uncomfortably as her arousal built. The warehouse's cool air brushed against her exposed skin, making her nipples harden under her gray tank top.

Without another word, Shirou's clawed hand reached out, gripping her waist firmly but gently, pulling her against him. She gasped at the contact, feeling the hard bulge of his enormous cock pressing against her belly through his pants. It was massive, throbbing with heat, and she could already imagine its girth stretching her limits. "Feel that?" he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear, carrying the faint scent of pine and wild earth that was uniquely his. "That's what you do to me, little tanuki."

Michiru's hands trembled as she reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his chiseled chest beneath his shirt. She could hear his heartbeat pounding like a drum, syncing with her own rapid pulse. The sound of distant city traffic hummed faintly outside, but in here, it was just them—their breaths mingling, the soft rustle of fabric as she tugged at his belt. "I want you, Shirou. All of you. Don't hold back."

He didn't need more invitation. With a feral snarl, Shirou lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the rough wall. The cold concrete scraped against her back, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body pressing into her. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with dominant strokes, tasting of salt and something primal. Michiru moaned into the kiss, her tail wrapping around his leg instinctively, pulling him closer. She could taste the lingering bitterness of the energy drink he'd chugged earlier, mixed with his natural flavor that made her head spin.

Shirou's hands roamed greedily, one sliding under her tank top to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple until it peaked into a hard nub. The sensation shot sparks through her body, making her arch against him. "You're so soft here," he whispered against her lips, his voice husky. "But I know you're wild inside." He pinched her nipple lightly, eliciting a sharp yelp from her that echoed in the empty space.

"Shirou... oh god," Michiru whimpered, her hips grinding against his thigh for friction. The fabric of her shorts rubbed against her swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. She could smell her own arousal now, sweet and tangy, filling the air like a perfume. Her hands fumbled with his zipper, finally freeing his massive cock. It sprang out, hot and heavy in her palm—easily over ten inches long, thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing with need. His balls hung low and full, swaying slightly as he shifted, the skin taut and warm to the touch.

"Fuck, Michiru," Shirou groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him tentatively, her small hand barely wrapping around his girth. The velvety skin slid under her fingers, slick with pre-cum that leaked from the tip, glistening in the low light. She could feel the heat of it, the way it throbbed in rhythm with his breaths. "Your hand feels so good... but I need more."

He set her down just long enough to yank her shorts and panties off in one swift motion, the cool air hitting her exposed pussy like a shock. Michiru shivered, her folds already slick and dripping, her clit peeking out swollen and begging for attention. Shirou dropped to his knees, his nose inches from her core, inhaling deeply. "You smell like heaven," he rumbled, his tongue darting out to lap at her inner thigh, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her juices.

Michiru's legs buckled as his tongue finally met her pussy, broad and rough, lapping at her folds with long, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping, sucking—as he devoured her like a starving wolf. "Shirou! Yes, right there!" she cried, her hands tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer. The texture of his tongue against her sensitive skin was exquisite, rough enough to tease but soft in pressure, circling her clit before dipping inside her.

He growled against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "You taste so sweet, Michiru. Like ripe fruit." His claws dug lightly into her thighs, holding her open as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. The pressure built rapidly, her body tensing, every nerve alight. She could hear her own moans echoing, feel the sweat beading on her skin, taste the metallic tang of blood where she'd bitten her lip too hard.

Her first orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her vision blurring as pleasure exploded from her core. "I'm cumming! Shirou, oh fuck!" Her pussy clenched around nothing, juices gushing onto his tongue as her hips bucked wildly. The intensity made her ears ring, her tail thrashing against the wall with a rhythmic thump. Shirou didn't stop, lapping up every drop, prolonging the ecstasy until she was trembling and oversensitive.

But he wasn't done. Standing up, he hoisted her legs around his waist, his huge cock pressing against her entrance. "Ready for me?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust, voice strained.

"Yes, please... fill me up," Michiru begged, her voice hoarse. She could feel the broad head of his cock nudging her folds, slick and ready.

With a deep thrust, Shirou buried himself inside her, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was immense, her walls parting around his girth, burning with a mix of pain and pleasure. "So tight... fuck, Michiru, you're gripping me like a vice," he grunted, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out. The fullness was overwhelming; she could feel every vein, every pulse, deep in her core.

He started slow, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly. Michiru's nails dug into his shoulders, drawing faint lines of blood that he didn't even notice. "Harder, Shirou! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure.
Shirou obliged, his hips pistoning with feral speed, each thrust shaking her body. The scent of sex permeated the air—musky, salty, intoxicating. She could taste his sweat as she licked his neck, hear his grunts mingling with her screams. "You feel so good around my cock," he panted, one hand squeezing her ass, the other tweaking her nipple. "Gonna make you cum again and again."

Her second orgasm built faster, coiling tight in her belly. The friction of his thick shaft against her G-spot was relentless, sparks flying with every movement. "I'm close... don't stop!" Michiru wailed, her tail coiling around his waist for leverage.

"Cum for me, Michiru," Shirou commanded, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing circles. The added stimulation pushed her over the edge, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock as waves of bliss crashed through her. Stars burst behind her eyelids, her body convulsing, juices squirting out around his shaft with each thrust. The intensity left her breathless, her mind blanking out in pure ecstasy.
Shirou slowed only momentarily, letting her ride it out before flipping her around, bending her over a nearby crate. The wood was rough against her palms, splintery, but she didn't care. He entered her from behind, his huge balls swinging forward to tap her clit with each deep plunge. "Look at you, taking all of me," he growled, spanking her ass lightly, the sting adding to the fire.

Michiru pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "More... I need more!" The new angle hit deeper, his cock bullying her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her. She could feel his balls tightening, heavy and full against her.

His pace grew erratic, breaths ragged. "Gonna fill you up, Michiru. Mark you as mine." With a final, powerful thrust, he came, ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy, overflowing and dripping down her thighs. The sensation triggered her third orgasm, even more intense than the last—her vision whiting out, body shaking uncontrollably as she screamed his name. The warmth of his seed inside her, the slick slide as he pumped through his release, prolonged the bliss until she collapsed, spent and quivering.

They stayed like that, panting, bodies entwined in the afterglow. Shirou pulled out gently, cum leaking from her stretched hole, and gathered her in his arms. "You're incredible," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

Michiru smiled weakly, her body humming with satisfaction. "And you're... huge. Let's do that again soon."
But even as they caught their breath, Shirou's cock twitched, hardening again against her thigh. The night was young, and Anima City held many more shadows for them to explore. He kissed her deeply, his hands wandering once more, reigniting the fire. "Oh, we will," he promised, voice dark with renewed hunger.
As the moon rose higher, casting silvery light through the windows, Shirou laid Michiru down on a pile of old blankets they'd scavenged, the fabric soft and dusty beneath her back. The scent of aged cloth mixed with their lingering arousal, creating an intimate cocoon. He hovered over her, his massive form casting a shadow that made her feel deliciously small and claimed. "I want to savor you this time," he said, his grey-blue eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

Michiru's heart raced anew, her pussy still throbbing from the previous rounds, sensitive and slick with his cum. "Take me however you want, Shirou. I'm yours." Her voice was a sultry whisper, her tail swishing lazily across the blankets.

He started with her breasts, his mouth descending on one nipple while his hand kneaded the other. The suction was firm, his tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the air, interspersed with her soft moans. She could feel the pull deep in her core, her hips lifting instinctively. "Your tits are perfect," he murmured against her skin, switching sides, the cool air on her wet nipple making it ache.

Lowering himself, Shirou trailed kisses down her stomach, his fur tickling her sensitive flesh. He parted her thighs wide, exposing her cum-filled pussy to the air. "Look at this mess I made," he said with a smirk, dipping two fingers inside her, scooping out some of his seed and bringing it to her lips. Michiru sucked them clean, tasting the salty bitterness of him mixed with her sweetness, her eyes locked on his.
"Good girl," he praised, thrusting his fingers back in, curling them to hit her G-spot. The squelching sounds were obscene, her walls clenching around him. He added a third finger, stretching her further, his thumb on her clit. "Feel that? I'm prepping you for round two."

Michiru's back arched, her breaths coming in short pants. "Shirou... it's too much... I'm gonna cum again!" The pressure built like a storm, her body tensing.

"Not yet," he commanded, pulling his fingers out just as she teetered on the edge. She whined in frustration, but he silenced her with a kiss, his cock sliding against her thigh, hot and ready. Positioning himself, he entered her slowly this time, savoring the way her pussy enveloped him inch by inch.

The fullness was exquisite torture, her oversensitive walls fluttering around his girth. "So big... you're splitting me open," she moaned, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in his fur.
Shirou set a languid pace, rolling his hips to grind against her depths. Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, the friction building steadily. He could feel her heartbeat through her chest pressed to his, hear her whimpers growing louder. The taste of her skin as he nipped at her shoulder was addictive, salty and sweet.

Faster now, his thrusts gained power, his balls slapping rhythmically against her. "Cum on my cock, Michiru. Let me feel you shatter." His words pushed her over, her fourth orgasm ripping through her like lightning, her pussy convulsing, squirting around him in hot spurts. The intensity made her scream, tears of pleasure streaming down her face, her mind fracturing into bliss.

Shirou followed soon after, growling as he pumped more cum into her, the overflow mixing with her juices on the blankets. They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with their combined scents.

But desire lingered. Hours passed in a blur of positions—Michiru riding him, her breasts bouncing as she slammed down on his cock, orgasms five and six blending into one endless wave; Shirou taking her on all fours, his claws on her hips, pounding until she begged for mercy yet craved more; against the wall again, her legs wrapped around him, cum dripping down as he filled her for the third time.

By dawn, Michiru lay exhausted in his arms, her body marked with love bites, pussy sore and satisfied. "I love you, Shirou," she whispered, tasting his lips one last time.

"And I you," he replied, his huge cock finally softening, balls empty but promising more. In Anima City's shadows, their passion burned eternal.