princess celestia and princess luna (friendship is magic and etc) directed by gridanon
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Celestia is the big sister after all!

Tech Talk

This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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.

For the upload Tail Tagger was used to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 for AI assisted tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - Solar Eclipse

In the opulent halls of Canterlot Castle, where the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through stained-glass windows depicting ancient triumphs, Princess Celestia lounged upon a plush velvet chaise in her private solar chambers. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine from the nearby gardens, mingling with the faint, sweet aroma of vanilla from the candles flickering on ornate silver stands. Her regal form, tall and curvaceous, was draped in a sheer silk gown that clung to her like a lover's whisper—ivory fabric that accentuated the swell of her immense breasts, each one a monumental orb of soft, sun-kissed flesh, easily dwarfing the size of an average pony's head. They heaved gently with each breath, the golden necklace of her regalia nestling in the deep valley of her cleavage, drawing the eye inexorably to their hypnotic fullness.

Celestia smirked to herself, her amethyst eyes sparkling with mischievous delight as she heard the soft clip-clop of hooves approaching. Her younger sister, Princess Luna, entered the room, her midnight-blue mane flowing like a starry river behind her. Luna was a vision of ethereal beauty, her form slender and graceful, clad in a form-fitting nightgown of deep indigo that hugged her modest curves. But oh, how those curves paled in comparison—Luna's breasts, pert and firm though they were, were mere handfuls, modest moons orbiting her lithe torso, nothing like the blazing suns that dominated Celestia's chest.

"Luna, my dear little sister," Celestia purred, her voice a silken melody that resonated through the chamber like warm honey dripping over velvet. She rose languidly from the chaise, her gown whispering against her skin, and approached Luna with a sway in her hips that made her breasts bounce ever so slightly, sending ripples through the fabric. The sound was subtle—a soft, fleshy jiggle that echoed faintly in the quiet room, teasing the ears like a forbidden secret.

Luna's teal eyes widened as she took in her sister's approach, her gaze inevitably drawn to those colossal breasts. A flush crept across her cheeks, a mix of envy and something hotter, deeper, stirring in her core. "Sister, what brings thee to summon me at this hour? The moon shall rise soon, and I must prepare." Her voice, still laced with that archaic lilt, trembled slightly, betraying the turmoil within. She could feel the heat rising in her body, her nipples hardening against the cool silk of her gown as she stared at Celestia's endowments. How unfair it was—the sun so vast, so commanding, while her moon was but a sliver in the sky. Yet, the sight of them, so perfectly round and heavy, made her thighs clench involuntarily, a slick warmth building between her legs.

Celestia chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through the air, sending shivers down Luna's spine. "Oh, Luna, always so dutiful. But come now, we've ruled together for centuries. Surely you can spare a moment for some... sisterly bonding." She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming, the faint scent of her skin—warm vanilla and sun-warmed petals—enveloping Luna like an embrace. Celestia's breasts brushed ever so lightly against Luna's arm as she leaned in, the contact electric, the softness yielding yet firm, like pillows stuffed with the finest down.

Luna swallowed hard, her mouth dry, tasting the faint salt of her own anticipation on her tongue. "B-bonding? What dost thou mean?" But she knew. She always knew when Celestia was in one of her teasing moods, those violet eyes gleaming with smug superiority. Luna's heart pounded, a jealous ache twisting in her chest as she glanced down at her own modest bosom, so inadequate next to Celestia's glory. Why couldn't she have been blessed with such size? Such power? Yet, the envy only fueled the fire lower in her belly, making her ache with a forbidden desire to touch, to feel, to be smothered by that overwhelming femininity.

With a graceful flick of her magic, Celestia dimmed the candles, casting the room in a soft, golden twilight that made her skin glow like polished marble. "Why, Luna, I've noticed how you've been eyeing my... assets lately. Jealous, are we? The sun does outshine the moon in so many ways." Her tone was dripping with smug tease, each word laced with erotic promise. She reached out, her fingers—long and elegant—gently tilting Luna's chin up, forcing her sister to meet her gaze. But then, with a wicked grin, Celestia shifted, positioning herself behind Luna.

Luna gasped as she felt the weight descend. Celestia's gigantic breasts, each one larger than Luna's entire head, lowered slowly, deliberately, until they rested atop her sister's crown like a living hat—a "boobhat," as Celestia had once jestingly called it in their private games. The sensation was overwhelming: the immense heaviness pressing down, not painfully, but with a dominant, enveloping pressure that made Luna's knees weaken. The flesh was so soft, molding around her head like warm dough, the skin silky smooth and radiating heat that seeped into her scalp. She could feel the subtle thrum of Celestia's heartbeat through them, a rhythmic pulse that echoed her own racing heart. The scent was intoxicating up close—musky sweetness, like sun-ripened fruit mixed with the faint floral perfume Celestia favored, filling Luna's nostrils with every shallow breath.

"Oh, sister," Luna whimpered, her voice muffled slightly by the fleshy embrace, the sound vibrating back against her own ears. Her hands trembled at her sides, itching to reach up and touch, but she held back, the envy burning like acid in her veins. "Thine... thine breasts are so... enormous. 'Tis unfair! The ponies adore thy sun, thy light, and now... this?" But even as the words spilled out, laced with jealousy, a moan escaped her lips. The arousal was undeniable—the way Celestia's nipples, hardened peaks beneath the gown, brushed against her mane, sending sparks of pleasure down her spine. Luna's core throbbed, her arousal dampening her thighs, the slickness audible in the quiet room as she shifted uncomfortably.

Celestia laughed again, that smug, sexy chuckle rolling from her throat as she pressed down a bit more, her breasts squishing delightfully around Luna's head, enveloping her ears in warm, pillowy softness. "Mmm, but look at you, little moon. You're positively green with envy... and yet, I can smell your desire from here. That sweet, musky scent of yours—it's like night-blooming flowers under the stars." She leaned forward, her breath hot against Luna's neck, whispering teasingly. "Admit it, Luna. You wish you had breasts like mine—big enough to command attention, to make everypony stare. But deep down, you love it when I tease you like this. Feel how they weigh on you? So heavy, so full... imagine them smothering you entirely."

Luna's breath hitched, her body betraying her as she leaned back instinctively into the contact, the jealousy twisting into a masochistic thrill. "Y-yes... no! I... I envy thee so much it hurts, Celestia. Thy sun eclipses my moon in every way. But... oh, stars, they feel so good. So warm, so soft..." Her voice cracked into a needy whine, her hands finally rising to tentatively cup the undersides of Celestia's breasts, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh. The touch was electric—velvety skin over firm fullness, the weight shifting deliciously in her palms. She could taste the desire on her tongue now, bitter-sweet like dark chocolate, as her arousal peaked, making her grind her thighs together with a soft, wet sound.

Celestia hummed in approval, her own nipples pebbling further against Luna's touch, sending a shiver through her voluptuous form. "That's my jealous little sister. So aroused by what you can't have. But I'll let you enjoy it... for now." She rolled her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle atop Luna's head, the motion creating a symphony of soft slaps and bounces that filled the room. The teasing went on, Celestia's words weaving a web of smug dominance—describing in vivid detail how her breasts felt during the day, swaying with each step, drawing envious glances, while Luna's remained hidden in the shadows of night.

Luna's envy raged like a storm, but so did her lust, the two emotions entwining until she was panting, her body alight with sensation. The warmth seeped deeper, the scent overwhelming her senses, the sounds of their shared breaths mingling in erotic harmony. In that moment, under the boobhat of her sister's superiority, Luna surrendered to the tease, her jealousy fueling an arousal that promised to consume them both through the night.

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