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Buster taking Angel to heaven!

Surprised that "pomsky" is a valid tag and that it hasn't been used yet, but's what Angel's species is listed as so score one for that tag.

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model StableMond: 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

AI Story - Behind Scamp's Back

In the dim, rust-scented haze of the junkyard, where twisted metal skeletons loomed like forgotten giants under the bruised purple sky of twilight, Buster prowled with the confidence of a king unchallenged. His sleek black-and-brown coat gleamed faintly under the flickering light of a distant streetlamp, his muscular frame rippling with every step— a Doberman-Rottweiler mix built like a fortress, broad chest heaving with anticipation. The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the faint, acrid whiff of garbage, mingled with the earthy musk of stray dogs who'd claimed this forsaken lot as their domain. Buster's dark eyes, sharp and predatory, fixed on Angel, the fluffy golden-cream Pomsky who'd dared to spurn him time and again. She was smaller, her curly tail twitching nervously, her blue-purple eyes wide with a mix of defiance and unspoken fear. But tonight, in the shadowed heart of the junkyard, Buster had cornered her behind a pile of crumpled car parts, the ground crunching under his massive paws like brittle bones.

"You think you can keep running from me, sweetheart?" Buster growled, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone that vibrated through the air like thunder rolling in from afar. His lips curled back in a feral grin, revealing sharp canines that glinted menacingly. He stepped closer, his hot breath washing over her fur, carrying the scent of raw meat and dominance—a primal aroma that made Angel's nostrils flare involuntarily. She backed up against a rusted fender, her soft, fluffy coat brushing against the cold, flaky metal, sending a shiver down her spine that wasn't entirely from the chill.

"I-I'm not your girl, Buster," Angel stammered, her voice a husky whisper laced with snark, but there was a tremble in it now, her street-smart facade cracking under his looming presence. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears as she felt the heat radiating from his body. She'd always known he was obsessed, calling her "his" despite her rejections, but here, alone, with the other Junkyard Dogs scattered and oblivious, she realized the full weight of his jealousy-fueled desire.

Buster chuckled, a low, sinister sound that rumbled from his throat like gravel shifting. "Oh, but you are tonight, Angel. You've been teasing me with that fluffy little ass, shaking it in front of Scamp like some pampered bitch. But I'm the alpha here. And I'm gonna show you what a real dog can do." He lunged forward suddenly, his massive paw pinning her shoulder against the metal, the rough pads of his foot pressing into her soft fur with enough force to make her gasp. The touch was electric—rough and unyielding, his claws lightly scraping her skin beneath the fluff, sending sparks of unwelcome heat through her body.

Angel squirmed, her tail lashing wildly, brushing against his underbelly as she tried to twist away. "Get off me, you oversized brute! I don't want this!" But even as she protested, the proximity ignited something forbidden in her—a traitorous warmth pooling between her hind legs, her body betraying her mind. The junkyard's symphony played on around them: distant cars honking like impatient hounds, the wind whistling through gaps in the scrap like ghostly howls, and the faint drip-drip of oil from a leaking engine nearby, syncing with the rapid beat of her pulse.

Buster's grin widened, his tongue lolling out to lick his chops with a wet, slurping sound that made Angel's ears twitch. He leaned in, his muzzle inches from hers, and inhaled deeply, savoring her scent—a sweet, floral mix of her fluffy coat and the faint, feminine musk of her arousal beginning to bloom despite herself. "Smell that? Your body's already begging for it, doll. Five families dumped you like trash, but I'll make you mine. Forever." With a swift motion, he flipped her around, her belly pressing against the cold metal, her hindquarters exposed to the cool night air. She yelped, the sound sharp and echoing off the junk piles, but it only fueled his fire.

His eyes roamed over her form, drinking in the sight of her golden-cream fur, the way her curly tail curled protectively over her vulnerable spots. But Buster wasn't one for patience. He reared up, his front paws slamming down on either side of her, caging her in. And there, swinging heavily between his powerful hind legs, was his pride— a giant cock, thick as a forearm and veined like twisted ropes, already half-unsheathed from its furry pouch. It throbbed with need, the pinkish-red length glistening with pre-cum that dripped in thick, sticky strands to the ground, splattering with soft plops. Below it dangled his giant balls, heavy orbs the size of ripe oranges, swaying pendulously with each breath, covered in coarse black fur and radiating a potent, musky heat that filled the air like an intoxicating fog.

"Fuck, look at you," Buster snarled, his voice dropping to a guttural rasp as he ground his hips forward, the tip of his massive shaft brushing against her inner thigh. The contact was scorching—hot, velvety skin against her soft fur, sending jolts of sensation up her spine. Angel whimpered, her body tensing, but the friction ignited a fire she couldn't deny. "You're gonna take every inch of this monster, Angel. Gonna stretch that tight little pussy until you're screaming my name."

She twisted her head back, glaring at him with those piercing blue-purple eyes, but her breath came in pants now, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You're disgusting, Buster. Tramp would—ah!" Her words cut off in a sharp cry as he thrust forward without warning, the bulbous head of his giant cock pressing against her entrance. She was slick already, her body's betrayal evident in the warm, slippery wetness that coated her folds, but he was enormous— the pressure building as he pushed, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her walls to their limit. The sensation was overwhelming: a burning fullness that bordered on pain, yet laced with electric pleasure that made her toes curl into the dirt.

Buster groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her back where he pressed against her. "Shit, you're tight... like a virgin bitch. Feel that? That's me claiming you." He hilted himself with a powerful buck, his giant balls slapping against her thighs with a heavy, meaty thud that echoed in the quiet junkyard. The impact sent ripples through her body, her fluffy fur fluffing out in shock. Inside her, his cock pulsed, the veins throbbing against her sensitive inner walls, filling her completely— a hot, invading presence that touched places she'd never known.

Angel's vision blurred with tears of mingled protest and ecstasy, her claws scraping against the metal with a screeching grind. The smell of their union filled the air—musky arousal, sweat-soaked fur, and the faint metallic bite of the junkyard blending into a heady cocktail. "B-Buster... it's too big... oh god, it hurts so good," she moaned, her voice breaking as he began to move, pulling back slowly only to slam in again, the wet squelch of their joining punctuating each thrust.

He laughed triumphantly, his hips pistoning with rhythmic power, each drive forward making his balls swing and smack against her with rhythmic thwacks, the sound lewd and primal. "That's right, say my name. Scream it while I fuck you senseless." His tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto her back in warm rivulets that soaked into her fur, cooling quickly in the night air. The taste of her scent on his tongue was addictive—salty-sweet, like forbidden fruit. He nipped at her scruff, teeth grazing her skin just enough to draw a gasp, the sharp pinch contrasting with the deep, pounding pleasure building in her core.

Waves of sensation crashed over Angel: the stretch of his giant cock reshaping her from within, the heat of his body enveloping her like a furnace, the rough texture of his fur grinding against her back with every thrust. Her ears filled with his grunts—deep, animalistic huffs—and her own involuntary whines, high-pitched and needy. The junkyard seemed to fade, replaced by the symphony of their bodies: skin slapping skin, wet slurps as he withdrew and plunged, her juices dripping down her thighs in sticky trails that cooled on her fur.

"Fuck, you're milking me so good," Buster panted, his pace quickening, hips blurring as he rutted into her with feral intensity. His giant balls tightened, drawing up as pressure built, the heavy orbs churning with seed ready to flood her. Angel's body arched, her fluffy tail wrapping around his leg instinctively, pulling him deeper. The first orgasm hit her like a freight train— a mind-blowing explosion that made her vision white out, her walls clenching around his massive shaft in rhythmic spasms. "Buster! Oh fuck, yes—I'm cumming!" she howled, the sound raw and echoing, her body shaking as pleasure ripped through her, every nerve alight with fire.

He didn't stop, pounding through her climax, extending it until she was a quivering mess. "One down, baby. Gonna give you more." Sweat flew from his coat with each thrust, splattering the ground like rain, the salty tang mixing with their scents. He shifted angles, his cock hitting a new spot deep inside, grinding against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Angel's second orgasm built fast, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, tongue lolling out to taste the air—thick with their passion.

"Please... more... harder," she begged now, her defiance shattered, lost in the haze of ecstasy. Buster obliged, his muscles straining, veins bulging as he fucked her with abandon. His giant cock swelled even larger, the knot at the base beginning to form, locking them together in a tie that made escape impossible. The pressure was exquisite—stretching her to breaking, yet flooding her with bliss.

With a roar that shook the junk piles, Buster came, his giant balls contracting as thick ropes of hot cum erupted into her, filling her womb with pulse after pulse. The sensation was overwhelming: warm, viscous fluid flooding her, leaking out around his knot in messy spurts that dripped to the ground with plops. Angel shattered again, her third orgasm crashing over her in waves, body convulsing, screams tearing from her throat as stars burst behind her eyes. "Buster! Fill me—oh god, it's too much!"

They collapsed together, tied and panting, the junkyard silent save for their heavy breaths and the distant hum of the city. Buster nuzzled her neck possessively, his voice a satisfied rumble. "See? You're mine now, Angel. And we'll do this every night until you forget that pampered life you crave."

But in the afterglow, as her mind cleared, Angel's eyes hardened. This was just the beginning of her revenge—but for now, the pleasure lingered, a dark secret in the shadows of the junkyard.

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