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

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 sun-dappled meadows of Toontown, where the grass swayed like a chorus line in a Broadway musical and the birds tweeted melodies that could make even the grumpiest coyote tap his paws, Bugs Bunny lounged against a massive carrot-shaped tree trunk, munching on his signature orange veggie with the casual flair of a rabbit who knew he was the king of cool. The air was thick with the sweet, earthy scent of fresh soil mixed with the faint, tangy aroma of wildflowers blooming in riotous colors—pinks, yellows, and blues that popped like fireworks against the cartoon sky. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the distant sounds of anvil drops and dynamite blasts from some far-off ACME mishap, but here, in this idyllic spot, it was all about romance. Or so Bugs hoped.

He adjusted his gray fur, smoothing down the tufts around his ears, and checked his reflection in a nearby puddle that shimmered like a mirror from a fairy tale. "Eh, what's up, doc? Lookin' sharp as ever," he muttered to himself, his voice a smooth Brooklyn drawl laced with that trademark mischief. Little did he know, his girlfriend Lola Bunny was about to turn this lazy afternoon into a symphony of silliness and seduction.

Lola sauntered into the clearing, her tan fur gleaming under the golden sunlight like polished caramel, her blonde bangs bouncing with each confident step. She wore her classic cropped white tank top that hugged her athletic curves just right, accentuating the sway of her hips and the toned muscles of her midriff—earned from countless slam dunks and acrobatic dodges on the basketball court. Her purple shorts rode high on her thighs, showcasing legs that could outrun a roadrunner, and her fluffy tail twitched playfully behind her. The scent of her lavender perfume wafted ahead, a floral tease that made Bugs' nose twitch involuntarily. She was the epitome of bunny beauty: sassy, self-reliant, and utterly irresistible, with eyes that sparkled like diamonds in a cartoon jewel heist.

"Hey there, handsome," Lola purred, her voice a rapid-fire melody that could charm the spots off a dalmatian. She stopped a few feet away, hands on her hips, and tilted her head with a grin that revealed perfect white teeth. "You been waitin' long? I got caught up practicin' my jump shots—swish, swish, nothin' but net! But now, I'm all yours. Whatcha got planned for us, Bugsy?"

Bugs choked on his carrot mid-bite, the crunchy vegetable shooting out like a projectile as he sat up straight. His eyes locked onto her, drinking in the sight of her lithe form, and already, a faint warmth spread through his cheeks. "Well, eh, I was thinkin' we could, y'know, take a stroll, maybe grab some acorn smoothies or somethin'. But doc, you look... wow." His words trailed off as she laughed, a bubbly sound that echoed like tinkling bells, filling the air with infectious joy.

"Oh, come on, you're too sweet! But let's make this fun," Lola said, her absent-minded charm kicking in as she spun around absentmindedly, her tail brushing against a flower that instantly bloomed bigger in response. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she decided to crank up the heat. "How about I show you my new pose? I call it the 'Slam Dunk Seductress.' Watch this!"

In one fluid motion, Lola struck her sexy pose: one leg extended forward, bent slightly at the knee to accentuate the curve of her calf; her back arched just so, pushing out her chest in a way that made her cropped top strain against her fur; arms raised above her head, fingers splayed like she was about to catch a rebound, but with a sultry twist that turned the athletic stance into pure temptation. Her blonde bangs fell over one eye, and she bit her lower lip playfully, her hips cocked to the side in a display of confident allure. The sunlight caught her fur, making it shimmer, and the air around her seemed to hum with electric energy. The scent of her perfume intensified, mingling with the warm, musky undertone of her natural bunny essence—a heady mix that screamed invitation.

Bugs' reaction was instantaneous and utterly over-the-top. His eyes bulged out of his sockets like twin telescopes on springs, boinging forward a full foot before snapping back with a cartoonish "sproing!" sound that echoed through the meadow. "Awooga! Awooga!" he howled, his voice morphing into a klaxon horn blare, loud enough to scare a flock of birds into forming a heart shape in the sky. His tongue unrolled from his mouth like a red carpet at a premiere, stretching across the grass until it nearly touched Lola's foot, lolling and waggling in desperate adoration. Steam erupted from his ears in thick, whistling plumes, scented faintly like boiled carrots, as his internal temperature skyrocketed. His heart pounded visibly through his chest, thumping out in exaggerated beats that lifted his entire body off the ground with each pulse—boom-boom, boom-boom—making him bounce like a pogo stick gone wild.

"Whoa, doc! You... you... hummina hummina hummina!" Bugs stammered, his words tumbling out in a frantic jumble as his body stiffened horizontally in mid-air, defying gravity like a board balanced on an invisible fulcrum. His fur stood on end, electrified, and tiny sparks danced along his whiskers. The taste of his half-eaten carrot turned sweet and spicy on his tongue, as if his senses were overloading from the sheer sight of her. He could feel the soft grass tickling his back even as he hovered, but all focus was on Lola—the silky texture of her fur he imagined under his paws, the warmth radiating from her pose like a summer sun.

Lola giggled, her laughter a cascade of delight that only fueled the fire. "Oh, Bugsy, you're such a goof! Is that all ya got? Come on, I know you can do better—or worse, hehe!" She shifted her pose slightly, leaning forward to blow a kiss, her lips puckering in a way that sent a visible pink heart floating toward him, popping against his nose with a floral burst that made his eyes water with joy.

That did it. Bugs' next wild take escalated to ridiculous heights. His head inflated like a balloon, swelling to three times its size until it resembled a parade float, veins popping comically as he floated upward. "Bazooing! Eyes pop! Awooga-awooga!" he yelped, his voice cracking into falsetto. Then, in a burst of absurdity, his ears twisted themselves into massive heart shapes, flapping like wings to keep him airborne. His tail spun like a propeller, whirring with a mechanical buzz that stirred the air into a mini-tornado around them, scattering leaves and petals in a romantic whirlwind. The scent of churned earth mixed with Lola's perfume, creating an intoxicating vortex that made Bugs' nose quiver uncontrollably.

Not stopping there, Bugs' body contorted further: his legs stretched like rubber bands, wrapping around a nearby tree in a pretzel knot as he tried to contain himself, but failed spectacularly. His teeth chattered like castanets, producing a rhythmic clack-clack that synced with his pounding heart. "Lola, baby, you're killin' me here! One more move like that and I'll turn into a pile of carrot mush!" he exclaimed, his dialog laced with desperation and desire, the words bubbling out as literal speech balloons that popped with confetti.

Lola, loving every second, struck another variation of the pose—this time dropping into a low squat, her thighs flexing with athletic grace, her tail arching high as she winked over her shoulder. "What about this one? Call it the 'Bunny Booty Bounce.' Bet you can't handle it!" Her voice was teasing, breathy, carrying the erotic edge of a siren call, while her fur rippled under the motion, soft and inviting to the touch if Bugs could only reach her.

Bugs' response hit peak absurdity. His entire body turned rigid as a statue, then shattered like glass into a thousand pieces, each fragment hovering in place before reassembling with a series of "clink-clink" sounds. But before he fully reformed, his ghost— a translucent, howling version of himself—detached and continued the wild take, floating around Lola in circles, whistling wolf calls that pierced the air like sirens. "Owooooo! Holy hoppin' hare, doc! You're hotter than a jalapeño in July!" The ghost Bugs clapped ethereal hands, producing applause that echoed like thunder, while the real Bugs reformed with his fur now patterned in red hearts, pulsing with each breath.

The tactile overload was intense: Bugs felt phantom tingles where the ghost had brushed against Lola's arm, her fur like velvet against his spectral form. The taste of anticipation lingered on his lips, sweet like honey from a beehive heist. Sounds amplified—Lola's breathing a sultry rhythm, the rustle of her clothes like whispers of promise. Visually, she was a masterpiece, every curve and contour etched in high-definition cartoon glory, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of amusement and affection.

"Oh, you big silly rabbit," Lola cooed, finally breaking pose to hop over and plant a kiss on his cheek. The contact was electric—soft lips meeting fuzzy fur, a spark jumping between them that made Bugs' eyes cross and his body jitter like he'd been zapped by a joy buzzer. Her scent enveloped him fully now, lavender and warmth, while the flavor of her lip gloss, strawberry-sweet, danced on his senses. "If you keep reactin' like that, we'll never get to the fun part! But hey, I kinda like seein' you all worked up. Makes a girl feel special."

Bugs, recovering with a dramatic flop onto the grass, grinned through his daze. "Eh, special? Doc, you're the whole enchilada! But next time, warn a guy—my heart can't take much more of that without explodin' into fireworks!" As if on cue, his chest burst open with a shower of colorful sparks, harmless but spectacular, lighting up the meadow in a display of pure cartoon love.

Their laughter mingled, filling the air with joy, as Lola helped him up, her paw in his sending shivers of delight. The breeze cooled their heated fur, carrying away the steam and confetti, but the erotic spark remained, promising more chaotic adventures. In Toontown, where physics bent to passion, Bugs and Lola's romance was a wild take waiting to happen—absurd, ridiculous, and endlessly entertaining.

But the afternoon was far from over. As they strolled paw-in-paw toward a picnic spot Bugs had prepared—complete with a checkered blanket laden with carrot cakes, veggie skewers, and sparkling cider that fizzed like cartoon bubbles—Lola couldn't resist one more tease. "You know, Bugsy, I’ve been workin' on my flexibility. Wanna see a pose that'll really blow your mind?" She glanced sideways, her eyes half-lidded in playful seduction, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that made the flowers around them blush pinker.

Bugs swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a yo-yo. "Eh, sure, doc. But if I end up as a puddle, you're moppin' me up!" The anticipation built, the air thickening with that floral-musk mix, his senses on high alert—the soft pad of her paws on the path, the warmth of her grip, the visual feast of her swaying form.

With a flourish, Lola spun and dropped into her most daring pose yet: a backbend that arched her body into a perfect curve, her blonde bangs cascading like a golden waterfall, her cropped top riding up to reveal more of her toned tummy. Her legs spread in a wide stance for balance, thighs taut and inviting, tail flicking like a metronome of mischief. "Ta-da! The 'Inverted Temptress'! Whaddya think?"

Bugs' wild take this time defied all logic. His eyes didn't just bulge—they launched out like missiles, orbiting Lola's form before returning with starry trails. "Hummina-bazooing-awooga!" he bellowed, his tongue now forking into multiple strands, each waving flags of surrender. Steam not only from his ears but his nostrils too, scented with excited carrot vapor that made Lola sneeze cutely. His body inflated and deflated like an accordion, playing a wheezy tune of lusty notes, while his feet tap-danced uncontrollably, kicking up dust in a frenzied rhythm.

Then, the pinnacle of ridiculousness: Bugs transformed momentarily into a wolf—fur turning gray, muzzle elongating, howls piercing the sky—before snapping back, but with wolf ears and a tail that wagged furiously. "Lola, you're drivin' me looney! In the best way!" The transformation left a smoky outline in the air, smelling like singed fur mixed with her perfume, a bizarre aphrodisiac.

Lola straightened up, bursting into laughter that shook her whole frame, her fur rippling enticingly. "Oh, Bugs, you're priceless! Come here, you." She pulled him close, their bodies pressing together—the softness of her against his wiry frame, warmth seeping through, hearts syncing in cartoon thumps. Their kiss was a explosion of senses: lips meeting in a sweet, tangy clash (her strawberry gloss, his carrot aftertaste), fur brushing like silk, the sound of smacking exaggerated for comedic effect, scents blending into a perfect harmony.

As they broke apart, Bugs' final wild take simmered down to a goofy grin, his body vibrating like a tuning fork. "Doc, with you, every day's a wild adventure. Let's keep the poses comin'—I can take it... maybe." And so, in the heart of Toontown, their love story unfolded in frames of frenzy and fun, a testament to the eternal charm of cartoon chaos.

Yet, as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink that matched Lola's blushing cheeks, she had one more surprise. "Bugsy, how about we take this inside? I've got a cozy burrow with mood lighting—think glow-worms and soft moss beds." Her suggestion was laced with erotic promise, her paw tracing a circle on his chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath.

Bugs' eyes widened again, but this time he channeled the energy into a suave response. "Lead the way, gorgeous. Just don't pose too soon, or I'll be seein' stars before we even start!" Inside the burrow, the air was cooler, scented with earth and fresh hay, the dim light casting shadows that danced like their impending antics. Lola struck a reclining pose on the moss, her body a landscape of curves and invitation, fur glowing softly.

The wild takes resumed: Bugs' jaw dropped to the floor, literally unhinging and clanging like a trapdoor; his heart leaped out, doing somersaults before returning; steam filled the burrow like a sauna, warm and misty against their skin. "Awooga times infinity!" he cried, dialog balloons filling the space with hearts and exclamation points.

Their evening blurred into a tapestry of touches—paws exploring fur, whispers turning to moans of laughter and delight, tastes of shared treats turning sweeter with kisses. The comedic peaked when Bugs' overreactions caused the burrow to shake, dirt sprinkling like confetti, but the erotic undertone wove through: the slide of bodies, the heat building, senses alive in a cartoon crescendo.

By night's end, as stars twinkled outside, Bugs and Lola lay entwined, her head on his chest, listening to the fading echoes of his wild heartbeats. "You're my favorite wild take, Bugsy," she murmured.

"And you're my everything, doc," he replied, sealing it with a kiss that promised more absurdity tomorrow.