Here's my process and the resources I used:

1. Gen the starting image. I used a local install of Reforge and the model 3WolfMondAI-LastSDG which specializes in realistic looks. (https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 - all of the models here are good, some of the best furry SDXL models)

2. For the video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089 .

3. This is actually multiple video clips edited together. I used the "Extract Last Frame" function in that workflow to get the final frame for each video and use it as the starting frame of the next one.

4. For editing the clips together I used Capcut (https://www.capcut.com/) which is free, though I was disappointed by the ad spam and audio import bugs so any other video editor should work too. The audio I got from https://freesound.org/ and https://www.voicy.network/ . The music came from https://pixabay.com/music/search/-sex/?mood=sexy .

5. That's it! For a few hours of work and no cost beyond electricity you can create your own furry porn videos. We certainly live in interesting times!

In the bustling heart of Haven City, where the neon lights flickered like mischievous fireflies and the air hummed with the distant roar of zoomers, the Naughty Ottsel tavern stood as a beacon of post-apocalyptic revelry. It was well past closing time on a balmy night, the kind where the eco vents whispered warm breezes through the streets, carrying the faint scent of oily machinery and blooming nightflowers from the nearby ruins. The bar's sign creaked lazily in the wind, its cartoonish ottsel mascot winking eternally at passersby. Inside, the place was empty save for two furry figures: Daxter, the wisecracking ottsel hero with his signature goggles perched atop his orange-furred head, and Tess, his equally fluffy girlfriend, her slender form a vision of yellow-striped perfection, her big blue eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and adoration that made Daxter's tail twitch every time.

Daxter hopped onto the bar counter with a dramatic flourish, his stubby paws landing with a soft *thud* on the polished wood that still smelled faintly of spilled grog and eco-infused cocktails. "Alright, Tessy-baby, the joint's all ours! No Jak brooding in the corner, no Samos yappin' about destiny. Just you, me, and a whole lotta... *quality time*." He waggled his eyebrows—or what passed for eyebrows on an ottsel—his voice dripping with that cocky, cartoonish bravado that always made Tess giggle. His fur bristled slightly in the warm air, carrying the musky scent of adventure: a hint of desert sand from Spargus mixed with the tangy ozone of his latest eco gadget tinkering.

Tess, perched on a stool that was comically oversized for her petite ottsel frame, leaned forward with a playful grin, her long tail swishing behind her like a metronome of excitement. Her fur was softer than Daxter's, like velvet brushed against the grain, and it gleamed under the dim bar lights, highlighting the curves of her hips and the gentle swell of her chest. She reached out a paw to stroke his cheek, her touch electric, sending little sparks of warmth through his body. "Oh, Daxie, you big talker. You've been promising me a night like this since I got these fancy new pants—and fur to match!" Her voice was bubbly, laced with that eccentric charm, a lighthearted lilt that turned every word into a flirtatious tease. The air between them thickened with anticipation, scented with the lingering aroma of her favorite weapon polish—metallic and sharp, like forbidden candy.

Daxter puffed out his chest, which only made him look like a puffed-up cartoon character ready for a slapstick routine. "Hey, who needs pants when you've got moves like mine? Watch this!" He leaped off the counter in a somersault that was meant to be suave but ended up with him landing on his tail with a *boing* sound, like a spring uncoiling. Tess burst into laughter, her giggles echoing through the empty bar like tinkling bells, her paws clapping together in delight. "Oh, you clumsy hero! That's why I love you—you're all bravado and zero balance."

Undeterred, Daxter scrambled back up, his paws grabbing her waist and pulling her close. Their fur meshed together, soft and warm, the friction creating a static hum that tickled their senses. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent: a sweet mix of floral eco essence and the faint gunpowder tang from her latest weapon prototype. "Clumsy? I'll show you clumsy... in the best way." His lips—well, muzzle—brushed against hers in a kiss that started soft but quickly turned heated, their tongues dancing in a cartoonish tangle, all wet and eager, tasting of the fruity drinks they'd shared earlier. Tess moaned softly, the sound vibrating through him like a purr, her body arching instinctively against his.

They tumbled off the stool together in a fluffy heap, rolling across the bar floor in a whirlwind of laughter and fur. The wooden planks were cool and smooth under their bodies, a contrast to the heat building between them. Daxter's paws roamed adventurously, tracing the yellow stripes down her sides, feeling the quiver of her muscles beneath the plush coat. "Mmm, Tess, you feel like a dream wrapped in awesome sauce. Soft here... curvy there... and oh, what's this? A ticklish spot!" He wiggled his fingers against her belly, eliciting a squeal of laughter from her.

"Stop it, you furry fiend!" Tess gasped between giggles, her eyes watering with mirth. But her paws were busy too, sliding down his back to cup his rear, squeezing with just enough pressure to make him yelp in surprise. "Two can play at that game. You've got quite the tail on you—literally!" The air filled with their playful banter, the sounds of their laughter mingling with the soft *rustle* of fur on fur, the occasional *thump* as tails whipped around in excitement.

Daxter flipped them over with surprising agility, pinning her gently beneath him—though "pinning" an ottsel was more like a cuddly wrestle. His goggles fogged up from the heat, and he yanked them off with a dramatic toss, letting them clatter across the floor. "Alright, enough foreplay. Time for the main event, baby!" He leaned down, his muzzle trailing kisses along her collarbone, down to her chest, where he nuzzled and licked with enthusiastic swipes of his tongue. Tess arched up, her paws gripping his shoulders, claws digging in just enough to send shivers through him. The taste of her fur was salty-sweet, like eco-charged honey, and the way she wriggled beneath him made his heart race like a zoomer engine.

"Oh, Dax... yes, right there," she whispered, her voice husky now, losing some of its bubbly tone to raw desire. Her body responded eagerly, hips bucking up to meet his, the friction between them building a delicious heat that spread like wildfire. The bar's ambient sounds faded—the hum of the neon sign outside, the distant city clamor—replaced by their heavy breathing, the wet smacks of kisses, and the occasional silly *squeak* from their ottsel forms, like cartoon sound effects punctuating the passion.

Daxter's paws ventured lower, slipping between her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her core. He teased gently at first, his fingers—paws, really—exploring with witty commentary. "Whoa, Tess, you're hotter than a Metal Head's laser! And wetter than the Precursor ocean. Must be all that hero worship." She laughed breathlessly, but it turned into a moan as he found her most sensitive spot, circling it with precise, rhythmic strokes. The scent of her arousal filled the air, musky and intoxicating, blending with his own, creating a heady cocktail that made his head spin.

Tess's eyes fluttered shut, her tail wrapping around his leg possessively. "D-Dax, you're such a... ohhh... comedian even now. Don't stop—faster!" Her body trembled, building toward that peak, every sense alive: the feel of his fur against her inner thighs, soft and ticklish; the sound of his encouraging murmurs, low and gravelly; the taste of his kiss lingering on her lips; the sight of his goofy grin even in the throes of passion; and that overwhelming scent, primal and perfect.

He obliged, his movements quickening, adding a gentle thrust of his hips to grind against her. "Your wish is my command, my furry queen!" The cartoonish energy never left them—Daxter even did a little victory pose mid-thrust, arms flexing comically, which only made Tess laugh harder, the vibrations enhancing everything. But soon, laughter gave way to gasps as the pleasure crested. Tess's first orgasm hit like a wave of eco energy, her body arching off the floor with a cry that echoed through the bar: "Dax! Oh, Precursors, yes!" It was excellent, explosive, her muscles clenching in rhythmic pulses, waves of bliss radiating from her core, making her toes curl and her tail thrash wildly. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and she clung to him, panting, the aftershocks tingling like static electricity through her fur.

But Daxter wasn't done—oh no, not by a long shot. "Round one to the hero! But wait, there's more!" He shifted positions with a acrobatic flip, pulling her on top now, her slender form straddling him. Tess, still buzzing from her high, grinned down at him, her paws on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart. "My turn to drive, hotshot." She rocked her hips, guiding him inside her with a smooth, teasing motion that made them both groan. The sensation was exquisite: warm, tight, enveloping, like slipping into a perfectly fitted glove made of silk and fire. The *slick* sounds of their union filled the room, rhythmic and hypnotic, punctuated by Daxter's witty quips. "Whoa, Tess, you're squeezin' me like a Krew contract! In the best way!"

She rode him with increasing fervor, her bubbly personality shining through in playful bounces that had a cartoonish spring to them, her tail swishing like a flag of victory. The bar's mirrors reflected their fuzzy forms, a whirlwind of orange and yellow, fur flying in all directions. Daxter's paws gripped her hips, guiding her, his thumbs brushing that sensitive spot again, doubling the pleasure. "Feel that? That's hero magic, baby!" Tess threw her head back, laughing and moaning in equal measure, the scents intensifying—sweat-mingled fur, arousal, the faint polish from her workbench nearby.

As the pace quickened, Tess felt another build-up, this one even stronger, coiling in her belly like a spring-loaded gadget. "Dax, I'm... I'm gonna..." Her words dissolved into whimpers, her body shuddering. Daxter thrust up to meet her, his own pleasure mounting, but he held back, focusing on her. "Let it rip, Tessy! Explode like one of your RPGs!" And she did—her second orgasm crashed over her, more intense than the first, a full-body quake that made her scream his name, claws raking down his chest in ecstatic scratches. Waves of euphoria pulsed through her, hot and electric, leaving her breathless, vision blurring with cartoon stars and hearts swirling around her head in her imagination. The release was excellent, profound, every nerve singing, her inner walls fluttering around him in blissful contractions.

Daxter followed soon after, his own climax hitting with a goofy yell—"Yee-haw, Precursor style!"—his body tensing as he spilled into her, the warmth spreading like eco glow. They collapsed together in a heap of tangled limbs and fur, panting and laughing, the air thick with satisfaction. Tess nuzzled his ear, whispering, "That was amazing, Dax. You're my hero... in every way." He smirked, stroking her back. "And you're my explosive genius. Round three after a nap?"

The night stretched on, filled with more rounds of witty banter, sensory delights, and cartoonish antics—Daxter attempting a "sexy dance" that ended in him tripping over his tail, Tess teasing him with weapon metaphors like "fire your burster, big boy!" Each orgasm for Tess was better than the last: the third a slow-burn build from tender licks and nuzzles, exploding in a cascade of shivers that left her purring; the fourth a frantic, laughing frenzy against the bar counter, her cries muffled by kisses, body convulsing in pure joy. Sights of their reflections in spilled drinks, sounds of playful slaps and moans, tastes of salty fur and sweet breaths, touches of soft caresses and firm grips, scents of passion and eco—all woven into a lighthearted tapestry of love.

Hours later, as dawn peeked through the windows, tinting the bar in golden hues, they lay entwined, exhausted but content. "Best night ever," Daxter murmured. Tess smiled, her paw in his. "And many more to come, my furry fool." In the world of Jak and Daxter, where adventure never ended, their sexy escapades were just another chapter—witty, funny, and forever cartoonish.