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

The room was alive with the electric hum of anticipation, the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling window exploding in bursts of color as fireworks painted the night sky. It was New Year's Eve, 2025 turning into 2026, and the air in the high-rise apartment carried the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder from the distant displays, mingling with the warmer, muskier aroma of arousal that hung heavy between them. Luna, the sleek anthropomorphic tigress with her golden-striped fur and cascading blonde mane, lay sprawled on the silk sheets, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. Her body was a masterpiece of curves—full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples pert and pink against her soft underbelly fur, her striped thighs parted invitingly, revealing the slick, swollen folds of her sex.

Towering over her was Fang, the muscular gray wolf, his fur rippling over broad shoulders and a chiseled chest that spoke of raw power. His amber eyes burned with hunger as he positioned himself between her legs, his thick, throbbing cock—veined and knotted at the base like a true canine—poised at her entrance. The tip glistened with pre-cum, and he could smell her heat, that intoxicating feline musk that drove him wild, mixed with the vanilla candle flickering on the nightstand.

"God, Luna, you look like a firework waiting to explode," Fang growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her body as he leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her ear. He nipped at her lobe, drawing a sharp gasp from her plump lips.

She arched her back, her claws lightly scratching down his furry arms, leaving faint trails in his thick coat. "Then light me up, big bad wolf," she purred, her tail flicking teasingly against his thigh. "We've got ten minutes till midnight. Make me scream louder than those fireworks."

With a feral snarl, Fang thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one powerful stroke. Luna's cry echoed through the room—a mix of pleasure and surprise—as her tight, velvety walls clenched around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was exquisite: hot, wet friction that sent sparks up his spine, her inner muscles rippling like silk over steel. He could feel every inch of her, the way her body yielded and gripped, her juices coating him in a slippery sheen that smelled of sweet nectar and salt.

The bed creaked under their weight as he began to move, slow at first, savoring the drag and pull. Luna's paws gripped his shoulders, her claws digging in just enough to sting, heightening the intensity. "Fuck, yes... deeper," she moaned, her voice husky and breathless. The taste of her lingered on his tongue from their earlier kisses—sweet like honeyed wine, with a hint of the champagne they'd shared. He captured her mouth again, tongues tangling in a messy, heated dance, fangs clashing lightly as he pounded into her harder.

Outside, the fireworks built in crescendo, pops and booms rattling the windowpane, mirroring the slap of furred hips against thighs. The colors—blues, pinks, golds—flashed across their bodies, illuminating the sweat beading on Luna's breasts, the way her tail thrashed wildly on the sheets. Fang's nose twitched at the heady cocktail of scents: her arousal, his own musky dominance, the faint floral perfume she'd dabbed on her neck earlier. He buried his muzzle there, inhaling deeply as he rutted faster, his knot swelling with each thrust, pressing insistently against her entrance.

"You're so tight, kitten... gonna knot you right at the stroke of midnight," he grunted, his paws roaming— one squeezing her breast, rolling the nipple between rough pads until she whimpered, the other sliding down to rub her clit in firm circles. The touch made her buck, her body trembling as waves of pleasure built. She could feel the heat coiling in her core, every nerve alight, the rough texture of his fur against her sensitive skin sending shivers through her.

"Five minutes... don't stop, Fang! Oh god, your cock feels so good—stretching me, filling me..." Luna's words dissolved into a yowl as he angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. The room spun with sensory overload: the silk sheets cool and slick under her back, contrasting the burning heat where their bodies joined; the distant cheers from the streets below blending with their pants and moans; the taste of salt as she licked a bead of sweat from his neck.

Fang's pace turned relentless, animalistic, his growls vibrating against her chest as he chased their peak. His balls tightened, heavy and full, slapping against her with each drive. "Hold on, baby... three minutes. Gonna flood you when the clock strikes."

The fireworks intensified, the sky a kaleidoscope of explosions, and Luna's claws raked down his back, drawing thin lines of fire that only fueled him. "Yes! Fuck me harder—make me cum with you!" she begged, her voice breaking as the pressure built to unbearable heights.

One minute. Fang's knot pushed past her resistance with a wet pop, locking them together in ecstatic union. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain, but it tipped her over the edge. As the final countdown echoed from the TV in the corner—"Ten... nine... eight..."—their bodies slammed together in frantic rhythm.

"Seven... six... five..." Luna's walls fluttered, clenching rhythmically around him.

"Four... three... two..." Fang's thrusts shortened, trapped by the knot, but the friction was maddening.

"One... Happy New Year!"

At the exact stroke of midnight, they shattered. Luna screamed, her orgasm crashing like the grand finale fireworks—waves of blinding pleasure ripping through her, juices squirting around his knot as her body convulsed. Fang howled, his cock pulsing deep inside, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum that seemed endless, marking her as his in the most primal way. The scents peaked—musk, release, satisfaction—mingling with the sulfurous bursts outside. Their bodies trembled in unison, locked in bliss, as confetti rained virtually on the screen and real fireworks lit the room in triumphant glows.

Panting, Fang collapsed onto her, nuzzling her neck. "Happy New Year, my fierce tigress," he murmured, still buried deep.

Luna smiled, spent and glowing, her paw stroking his ear. "Best celebration ever. Here's to more explosions in 2026."