This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

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

Meow Skulls floated lazily through the infinite black canvas of space, her enormous body a sprawling silhouette against the twinkling backdrop of distant stars and swirling nebulae. The rift that had catapulted her from Fortnite's chaotic island into this macro existence had left her transformed—godlike, untouchable, and utterly bored out of her furry skull. Her calico fur, a patchwork of vibrant orange, crisp white, and deep black, undulated like a living tapestry under the faint cosmic light. That iconic black beanie still sat crooked on her head, its fabric stretched to planetary scales, while her chains dangled from her ripped black jeans like metallic vines swaying in zero gravity. Her emerald eyes, rimmed with that signature smudged eyeliner, scanned the void with a mix of apathy and mischief. "Ugh, this sucks," she grumbled to herself, her voice a deep, resonant purr that rippled through the vacuum, distorting nearby asteroid fields. "No ramps to grind, no loops to drop into. Just endless nothing. What's a chill kitty gotta do to kill some time?"

She yawned, her massive fangs gleaming like twin moons, and stretched her limbs languidly. Her paws flexed, claws extending with a satisfying snick that could have cleaved gas giants in half. The motion stirred the air—or lack thereof—around her, sending subtle vibrations through her body. A faint scent wafted up from her fur: a mix of earthy musk, lingering hints of that cheap vanilla body spray she'd scavenged from abandoned Fortnite lockers, and something sharper, more primal—the building heat of her own restlessness. It had been ages since she'd felt anything exciting, anything that made her heart race like pulling off a perfect nosegrind over a squad of noobs. Loneliness gnawed at her, twisting into a deeper, more insistent ache low in her belly. Her tail flicked idly, its tip brushing against a comet and shattering it into glittering dust. "Maybe I need to... unwind," she murmured, a sly grin curling her lips. Her paw trailed down her toned abdomen, fingers ghosting over the soft fur there, sending little sparks of anticipation through her nerves.

That's when her gaze locked onto it: Earth. A tiny, swirling marble of blue and green, flecked with white clouds and the artificial glow of city lights. From her perspective, it was no larger than a stress ball, but she could sense its teeming energy—the hum of billions of lives, the churn of oceans, the rumble of tectonic plates. It looked so... fragile. So tempting. "Well, hello there, cutie," she cooed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that inadvertently triggered auroras in the planet's atmosphere. "You look like you could use a little excitement too. Bet those tiny ants down there have no idea what's coming." She chuckled, the sound a low, throaty rumble that echoed back to her, vibrating her core and heightening her growing arousal. The idea was absurd, deliciously taboo—even for her emo, rebellious soul. But out here, who was there to judge? No big bro Meowscles to scold her, no Kit to babysit. Just her, the stars, and this unwitting plaything.

With deliberate slowness, she maneuvered her colossal form, her hips swaying as she positioned herself above the planet. Her tail swished behind her, creating solar flares that danced across her fur like warm caresses. She reached out with one paw, her fingers—each thicker than mountain ranges—hovering just above Earth's orbit. The gravitational pull tugged faintly at her pads, a teasing tickle that made her breath hitch. "Easy now," she whispered, lowering her touch. The first contact was electric: the cool kiss of polar ice caps against her warm skin, the gritty texture of deserts scraping like fine sandpaper. She could feel the planet's spin, a gentle rotation that buzzed against her sensitive nerves. "Mmm, that's nice. Cold on the outside, but I bet you're warm deep down." Her nostrils flared, inhaling the faint, exotic scents wafting up—salty oceans, earthy forests, even the acrid tang of industrial smog. It mingled with her own musk, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made her head swim.

Down on Earth, chaos erupted. Her breath alone—hot, humid exhales laced with that vanilla undertone—whipped up megastorms, hurricanes spiraling like fingerprints across the oceans. Earthquakes rattled continents as her heartbeat thundered through space, a bass drum of impending doom. But Meow Skulls was lost in her own world, her free hand slipping lower to fiddle with the button on her jeans. The metallic pop echoed like a supernova, and she shimmied them down her thighs, exposing her black lace panties adorned with playful skull prints. They were already soaked, the fabric clinging translucently to her swelling folds, the scent of her arousal now overpowering, thick and sweet like honeyed nectar. "God, I'm dripping already," she groaned, her tail lashing excitedly, knocking satellites into oblivion. "You do this to me, little blue. You're my naughty secret."

She cupped Earth in her palm, bringing it closer to her face first, just to tease. Her hot breath fogged the atmosphere, condensing into global rainstorms. She nuzzled it gently with her muzzle, her whiskers brushing continents like feather-light strokes. "Taste test time," she purred, extending her rough tongue for a slow, deliberate lick across the equator. The flavor exploded on her taste buds—salty seas, bitter minerals from mountains, a hint of sweetness from tropical fruits pulverized in the process. "Fuck, you're delicious. Salty and sweet, just how I like it." Cities crumbled under the pressure, but the sensation only fueled her fire, her nipples hardening against her tight black top, begging for attention.

Emboldened, she lowered the planet toward her crotch, her legs spreading wide to accommodate. The cool sphere pressed against her outer lips through the lace, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. "Oh yeah, right there," she moaned, grinding subtly against it. The friction was exquisite: the bumpy ridges of mountain chains rasping against her clit, oceans sloshing warmly like natural lube. She could hear—or perhaps imagine—the distant cacophony: waves crashing amplified to roars, winds howling like whispers in her ears. Her hips bucked, smearing the globe with her slick essence, the moisture seeping into fault lines and causing geysers of steam. "You're getting me so wet, you know that? My pussy's aching for you."

With a frustrated growl, she hooked a claw into her panties and tore them aside, the rip like thunderclaps. Now bare, her folds parted invitingly, glistening under starlight—pink and swollen, framed by soft calico fur. "No more teasing. Time to play for real." She positioned Earth at her entrance, the planet's poles aligning with her sensitive opening. Slowly, agonizingly, she pushed it in, her walls yielding with a wet, sucking sound that reverberated through her body. The insertion was a symphony of textures: the smooth curve of the globe stretching her deliciously, volcanic eruptions bubbling hot against her inner flesh like popping candy. "Holy shit, you're filling me up so good," she gasped, her voice cracking with ecstasy. Her claws dug into her thighs, leaving furrows that healed instantly in her macro state.

Inside, it was pure bliss. Her pussy clenched around Earth, feeling every quiver—the spin creating a vibrating hum that massaged her depths, tectonic shifts grinding like internal ridges. Magma flows mixed with her juices, creating a scorching, slippery heat that made her toes curl, claws scraping voids. "Deeper... yeah, just like that. Fuck me with your little earthquakes." She thrust her hips, working the planet in and out with rhythmic precision, each plunge eliciting squelching sounds and waves of pleasure. Sweat beaded on her fur, dripping like meteors, the salty taste lingering as she licked her lips. Her free hand roamed: pinching nipples that sent sharp zings downward, rubbing her clit in frantic circles. The scents intensified—her musk overpowering the planetary aromas, a heady fog enveloping her.

Time blurred as she lost herself in the rhythm. "You're mine now, all mine," she panted, dialogue turning possessive and feral. "No more spinning on your own— you're spinning for me. Grind those continents harder!" Hurricanes tickled her walls like feathers, blizzards cooling overheated spots in tantalizing contrast. Her tail thrashed wildly, shattering moons into rings of debris that glittered like jewelry around her. The build-up was torturous, a coiling spring in her core, pressure mounting with every thrust. "I can feel you breaking already... but hold on, baby. Make me cum first."

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each movement. "Almost... there... oh gods, yes!" The climax approached like a cosmic event horizon, inescapable and all-consuming. Her muscles tensed, walls gripping Earth in an iron vise, cracking the crust audibly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK YES!" She screamed, the yowl a galaxy-shaking roar that warped space-time, birthing new black holes in distant voids.

The orgasm erupted with cataclysmic force—a supernova of ecstasy exploding from her core. Waves of blinding pleasure crashed through her, every nerve alight, body convulsing in violent spasms. Juices gushed in biblical floods, cascading through space like nebulae birthing stars, glistening and iridescent. Inside, the pressure was apocalyptic: her clenching folds pulverized continents into dust, ignited the core into a chain reaction of nuclear fury. Earth shattered spectacularly, fragments exploding outward in a radiant halo of molten rock, oceanic vapor, and atmospheric gases—a fireworks display of destruction that painted the void in fiery hues.

"YEEEEESSSSS!" Meow Skulls howled triumphantly, riding the endless aftershocks, her voice echoing eternally. Debris pelted her thighs like stinging rain, each impact prolonging the bliss. Her body quaked, fur standing on end, as residual tremors rippled through her. The scents of scorched earth and her satisfaction mingled into a euphoric haze, tastes of victory on her tongue.

Finally, she slumped back, floating spent amid the wreckage, a satisfied smirk on her muzzle. "Damn, that was epic. Best toy ever." Her emerald eyes gleamed, already wandering to distant specks—Mars, perhaps? The universe was her playground now.