This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMond-LastSDG: 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

In the sultry veil of midnight, where the Nile's waters gleamed like liquid obsidian under the watchful gaze of a full moon, Anubis and Bastet found themselves drawn once more to the secluded oasis hidden among the whispering dunes. The air hung heavy with the intoxicating perfume of night-blooming jasmine and lotus, their petals unfurling in the cool breeze that carried the faint, musky scent of fertile earth and distant incense from forgotten temples. Palm fronds rustled overhead like secretive lovers exchanging hushed confessions, while the distant howl of jackals echoed through the valley, a primal chorus that stirred the blood of the gods themselves. The sand beneath their paws was still warm from the day's unrelenting sun, soft and yielding like the flesh of a willing paramour, each grain shifting with a subtle crunch that amplified the anticipation building between them.

Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the afterlife, loomed like a monolithic statue come to life, his towering form eclipsing the stars above. At over ten feet tall, his ebony fur rippled over a physique forged in the fires of eternity—broad shoulders that could shoulder the burdens of the underworld, a chest etched with muscles like the chiseled reliefs on pyramid walls, and abs that formed a ridged valley leading down to his golden kilt, which strained against the immense bulge beneath. His arms, banded with ornate gold bracers inscribed with spells of judgment and desire, ended in massive paws that could crush stone or cradle fragility with equal ease. His long muzzle, framed by a headdress of lapis and gold, exuded an aura of commanding dominance, his golden eyes glowing with a hunger that transcended mortal lust. The scent of him was potent—embalming spices of cinnamon, myrrh, and frankincense mingled with the raw, animalistic musk of a predator in heat, making the air around him thrum with electric intensity.

Bastet, the cat goddess of pleasure and protection, moved toward him with the sinuous grace of a panther stalking its prey, her tawny fur shimmering in the moonlight like polished gold dust. She was a vision of feline allure, her curves accentuated by a sheer linen gown that clung to her full breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips, the fabric translucent enough to hint at the treasures beneath. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischievous fire, her whiskers twitching as she inhaled his scent, her tail curling in eager invitation. Though she stood at a lithe six feet, beside Anubis she appeared almost petite, her head barely reaching his sternum, emphasizing the delicious disparity in their sizes. The taste of anticipation lingered on her tongue, sweet like the honeyed wine she had sipped earlier, her body already flushing with heat that made her fur prickle and her nipples harden against the cool night air.

"My eternal guardian," Bastet purred, her voice a velvet caress laced with the low rumble of a contented feline, as she closed the distance between them. She reached up, her smaller paws trailing over the vast expanse of his chest, feeling the powerful thud of his heart beneath the soft fur and unyielding muscle. The touch was electric, sending sparks through her fingertips, the roughness of his pelt contrasting with the silken smoothness of her own. She pressed her body against his leg, rubbing her cheek against the golden fabric of his kilt, inhaling deeply the growing aroma of his arousal—musky and potent, like the fertile silt of the Nile after a flood.

Anubis growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through the ground like distant thunder, resonating in her core and making her thighs clench involuntarily. "Bastet, my fierce temptress," he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant, echoing with the authority of one who weighed souls. He lowered one enormous paw to her shoulder, engulfing it completely, his claws lightly grazing her fur in a way that sent shivers racing down her spine. The heat from his body was overwhelming, like standing before a blazing altar fire, and she could feel the massive outline of his cock stirring beneath his kilt, pressing insistently against her side as it began to swell.

With a fluid motion, she hooked her claws into the ties of his kilt, tugging it free. The garment fell away, revealing his colossal manhood in all its glory—a gigantic cock that dwarfed anything mortal, thick as her forearm and longer than her arm from elbow to paw, veined and ridged like the sacred staff of Osiris. It throbbed with divine vitality, the ebony skin taut over the immense girth, the tip already glistening with a bead of precum that carried the salty, spiced tang of his essence. Bastet's breath caught, her eyes widening as she took in its size, her mouth watering at the sight. "By the gods, Anubis... you're a monument to desire itself," she whispered, her voice husky with awe and need. She wrapped both paws around its base, her fingers barely meeting, feeling the heat pulsing through it like molten lava, the velvety texture smooth yet unyielding under her touch.

He hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly, the movement causing his cock to twitch in her grasp, a drop of precum landing on her tongue as she leaned in to taste him. The flavor exploded on her senses—salty and sweet, with undertones of cinnamon and earth, making her moan softly. "Taste me, my love," he commanded, his paw tangling in her dark mane, guiding her closer without force, his claws scraping deliciously against her scalp. Bastet obliged, her lips parting to take the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the flared head, lapping at the slit as more precum flowed. The stretch of her jaws was exquisite, a burn that bordered on pain but ignited fire in her belly, her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the scent of her wetness mingling with his musk to create an aphrodisiac haze.

As she sucked and licked, her paws stroking what she couldn't fit, Anubis' growls grew deeper, his free paw roaming over her body, shredding her gown with a single claw swipe. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing her heaving breasts, their nipples peaked like desert peaks, and the slick folds between her legs. He cupped one breast, his massive paw engulfing it entirely, thumbing the nipple until she whimpered around his cock. The sensation was overwhelming—the roughness of his pads, the warmth of his touch, sending jolts straight to her core. She bobbed her head faster, the wet sounds of her mouth echoing in the night, saliva mixing with his precum to drip down her chin.

But Anubis craved more. With effortless strength, he lifted her off the ground, her mouth popping free from his cock with a lewd smack, strings of saliva connecting them briefly. He laid her down on a bed of soft palm leaves by the water's edge, the fronds cool and prickly against her back, contrasting the heat of his body as he loomed over her. "I will claim you now, Bastet," he declared, his voice a thunderous promise, as he positioned himself between her thighs. His cock, slick and throbbing, nudged at her entrance, the sheer size making her gasp—the head alone was as wide as her fist, pressing insistently against her dripping folds.

She arched her back, claws digging into his shoulders, feeling the unyielding muscle beneath. "Take me, Anubis... fill me with your might," she begged, her voice a breathless plea laced with the yowl of a cat in heat. He pushed forward slowly at first, the stretch burning like holy fire, her walls clenching around the invading girth as inch after impossible inch sank into her. The sensation was mind-shattering—fullness beyond comprehension, every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive inner walls, hitting spots she didn't know existed. Pain mingled with pleasure in a symphony that made her cry out, her body trembling as he buried himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with a wet thud.

The rhythm began, slow and deliberate, each thrust like the crash of waves on the shore, the Nile's waters lapping nearby in mocking harmony. Anubis' hips pistoned with godlike power, his cock plunging deep, the friction building heat that made sweat bead on their fur, the scents of their arousal thick in the air—her sweet nectar and his spicy musk creating a heady perfume. Bastet's moans filled the night, high and keening, her paws scratching furrows down his back, the sting only fueling his pace. "Oh, gods... you're so huge... splitting me apart," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as the first orgasm built, a tidal wave cresting within her.

He leaned down, his muzzle capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and surrender, tasting each other's essence—her honeyed sweetness and his bitter spice. His paws pinned her wrists above her head, his body weight pressing her into the leaves, the ground shifting beneath them with each powerful thrust. The sounds were obscene: the wet slap of flesh on flesh, her slick pussy squelching around his girth, his grunts mingling with her cries. Faster now, his cock hammering into her, the tip battering her cervix with delicious force, sending sparks of ecstasy through her nerves.

Bastet's climax hit like a sandstorm, her body convulsing, walls fluttering wildly around his massive shaft, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Anubis! Yes... I'm cumming... so hard!" she screamed, her voice echoing across the oasis, juices gushing out around his cock, soaking his balls and the leaves below. The intensity blurred her vision, stars exploding behind her eyelids, every sense overwhelmed—the taste of his kiss lingering, the scent of their union intoxicating, the feel of his fur against hers electric.

But he didn't stop. With a roar that shook the palms, Anubis flipped her onto her stomach, his cock never leaving her depths, the new angle allowing even deeper penetration. Her tail lashed wildly as he gripped her hips, his paws nearly encircling her waist, pulling her back onto him with brutal, loving force. The sand grated against her knees, a gritty counterpoint to the slick slide of his cock, now pounding relentlessly. "Feel me, Bastet... all of me," he growled, one paw sliding down to rub her swollen clit, the rough pad circling with expert pressure.

She yowled in response, pushing back against him, her body a vessel for his divine lust. The second orgasm built quickly, fueled by the overstimulation, her pussy clenching tighter around his girth, the friction unbearable in its bliss. "More... harder... make me yours!" she demanded, her voice raw, claws digging into the earth. He obliged, thrusts becoming erratic, his balls tightening as his own release neared. The air crackled with their energy, fireflies dancing around them like witnesses to their passion.

When her second climax shattered her, it was even more intense—her body arching, a flood of cum squirting out, drenching his fur as she trembled uncontrollably. "Fuck... Anubis... it's too much... so good!" she wailed, mind fracturing into shards of pure ecstasy, every muscle spasming in rhythm with his thrusts.

Anubis could hold back no longer. With a bellow that rivaled the gods' thunder, he buried himself deep, his cock swelling impossibly larger as gallons of hot, thick cum erupted from him. The first surge filled her utterly, bloating her belly slightly with the sheer volume, the warmth spreading like liquid fire through her core. He pulled out midway through, ropes of cum shooting across her back, ass, and tail—viscous and pearly, the scent musky and overpowering, coating her fur in sticky strands that glistened in the moonlight. Gallons indeed, pooling on the leaves and sand, the excess dripping from her stretched pussy in a torrent that mixed with her own juices.

Bastet collapsed, panting, her body quivering in aftershocks, the taste of salt on her lips from where she'd bitten them. Anubis gathered her in his arms, his still-hard cock pressing against her side, leaking the last drops onto her thigh. "You are my eternity," he murmured, nuzzling her neck, his breath hot against her ear.

She smiled weakly, turning to kiss him softly, the night wrapping around them like a lover's embrace. "And you, my giant... are my endless pleasure." As the moon climbed higher, their bodies entwined, the oasis bore witness to a love as vast and unquenchable as the desert itself, promising more nights of such divine ecstasy.