brandy harrington (brandy and mr. whiskers) directed by gridanon
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What do you think she's looking at?

A remake of post #113200 , this time using NovelAI since the v4.5 models there are Flux based and can handle text much better.

"arched back" and "curling toes" are really underused tags by the way, if you want to make a climatic scene feel more intense I'd recommend trying them out

Tech Talk

I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Brandy’s Big Bang

Brandy Harrington, the pampered pooch of the Florida Harringtons, had finally carved out a rare moment of solitude in her makeshift treehouse deep in the Amazon jungle. The humid air hung heavy around her, thick with the scent of tropical blooms and damp earth filtering through the woven leaf walls. Mr. Whiskers was off on one of his chaotic adventures with Lola and the gang, leaving Brandy blissfully alone for the afternoon. She lounged on her improvised bed—a pile of soft ferns and stolen airline blankets—her blonde fur glistening faintly under the dappled sunlight streaming through the canopy gaps. Her long, silky ears draped like golden pigtails over her shoulders, and her tail twitched idly as she scrolled through her phone, a relic from her pre-jungle life that she'd miraculously kept charged with a jury-rigged solar setup.

Whatever was on that screen—something mysterious, forbidden, pulling her in like a siren's call—had her blue eyes widening, her breath quickening. A flush crept under her fur, warming her cheeks and spreading down her neck. She bit her lower lip, her pink crop top riding up slightly to expose the soft curve of her belly. The jungle sounds outside—chirping birds, distant monkey howls—faded into a distant hum as her focus narrowed to the glowing display. Her free hand, almost unconsciously, trailed down her body, fingers brushing over the red fabric of her pants. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the first spark of heat igniting between her thighs.

"Oh... oh wow," Brandy murmured to herself, her valley girl accent laced with a husky edge she'd never heard in her own voice before. She shifted on the bed, her platform sandals kicking off to the floor with a soft thud. The phone's light reflected in her eyes, drawing her deeper into whatever tantalizing secret it held. Her hand slipped lower, pressing against the seam of her pants, feeling the growing dampness there. The fabric clung to her, outlining the swollen lips of her pussy beneath. She gasped, the touch sending a jolt through her core, her tail curling involuntarily.

Unable to resist any longer, Brandy set the phone propped up against a nearby vine, angling it so she could keep her eyes locked on the screen. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of her red pants, yanking them down her legs in a hurried tangle, exposing her bare, blonde-furred thighs and the glistening pink slit between them. No panties—why bother in this sweltering heat? The air kissed her exposed sex, cool against the hot, slick folds that were already weeping with arousal. The musky scent of her own excitement filled the small space, earthy and sweet, mingling with the jungle's humidity like a forbidden perfume.

She spread her legs wide, knees bent and feet planted on the bed, her tail swishing back and forth in anticipation. One hand returned to her phone, scrolling just a bit more, while the other dove straight between her thighs. Her fingers—manicured claws blunted from jungle life—parted her slick lips, exposing the throbbing pearl of her clit. She circled it slowly at first, teasing, but the sight on the screen pushed her further. "Mmm, yes... just like that," she whispered, her voice breathy and needy.

The teasing didn't last. Brandy's fingers plunged in, two at once, curling deep into her tight, velvety heat. She gasped sharply, the intrusion stretching her deliciously, her inner walls clenching around the digits like they were starved for touch. She pumped them in and out, vigorous and unrelenting, the wet squelching sounds echoing off the treehouse walls—schlick, schlick, schlick—mixing with her rising moans. Her hips bucked up to meet her hand, fur matted with sweat and her own juices, the bed of ferns rustling beneath her writhing form.

Faster now, her fingers thrust with frantic energy, knuckles brushing her clit on every inward plunge. The pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight in her belly, radiating out in waves that made her toes curl and her ears flop wildly. The taste of salt lingered on her lips as she licked them, panting, her tongue darting out to catch a bead of sweat trickling down her muzzle. Her free hand roamed up under her crop top, pinching and twisting a hardened nipple through the fabric, adding sharp pinpricks of ecstasy to the symphony building inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck... it's so good," Brandy groaned, her voice echoing louder now, unrestrained in the empty treehouse. The unknown allure on her phone fueled her, pushing her to the edge. Her fingers blurred, pistoning in and out, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit in rough circles. Her pussy wept copiously, juices dripping down her ass crack, soaking the blankets beneath her. The scent intensified—heady, animalistic, her anthropomorphic essence amplified by the raw need.

And then it hit. The climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, the most mindblowing orgasm of her spoiled, adventurous life. Her body arched off the bed, spine bowing as every muscle tensed and released in violent spasms. "AHHH! OH MY GOD, YES! FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, her voice piercing the jungle air, raw and primal. Her pussy clenched around her fingers in rhythmic pulses, each one stronger than the last, squeezing so tight it bordered on pain but drowned in pure, euphoric bliss.

It didn't stop. The orgasm stretched on, wave after unrelenting wave, her body convulsing like she was in the throes of a seizure. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, kicking out wildly, her tail thrashing against the bed like a whip. "SHIT, IT'S TOO MUCH! I CAN'T—OH FUCK, MORE! DON'T STOP!" Brandy wailed, her screams echoing off the walls, hoarse and desperate. Her blue eyes rolled back, pupils dilated in overwhelming pleasure, tears of ecstasy streaming down her furry cheeks.

And then the squirt—oh, the squirt was legendary, over-the-top in its intensity. Her pussy contracted with such force that a gush of clear, hot fluid erupted from her, arcing high into the air like a fountain. It splattered against the ceiling first, raining back down in warm droplets that pattered on her blonde fur, soaking her crop top and matting her ears. Another surge followed, spraying sideways to hit the woven walls, leaving dark, glistening stains that dripped slowly like jungle rain. "YES! SQUIRTING SO HARD! FUCK, LOOK AT ME! I'M EXPLODING!" she howled, her voice cracking with the strain, words tumbling out in a frenzy of orgasmic dialog.

Her fingers kept moving, prolonging the torment of pleasure, each thrust drawing out more spasms. Her whole body jerked—hips bucking, belly quivering, breasts heaving under her top as she gasped for air. The sensations bombarded her from all sides: the slick, burning heat between her legs; the tangy taste of her own arousal as she licked her lips; the wet slaps of her hand against her soaked mound; the overwhelming scent of sex saturating the air, making her head spin; and the visual blur of her phone's screen through half-lidded eyes, pushing her higher.

Minutes felt like hours as the climax refused to fade. Another squirt rocketed out, this one hitting the far wall with a audible splat, the force of it making her laugh deliriously through her screams. "OHHHH, IT'S NOT STOPPING! MY PUSSY'S ON FIRE—SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD! CUMMING FOREVER!" Her spasms intensified, limbs flailing, her doggy ears flopping wildly as her head thrashed side to side. Every nerve ending screamed in rapture, her clit throbbing like a second heartbeat, her inner walls fluttering in endless contractions.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of seismic pleasure, the peaks began to ebb, leaving Brandy a quivering, soaked mess on the bed. She pulled her fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to her mouth to suck them clean, savoring the salty-sweet tang of her release. Her body twitched with aftershocks, small whimpers escaping her as she curled up, tail wrapping around her legs. The treehouse reeked of her ecstasy, walls and ceiling dotted with evidence of her explosive climax. Panting, she glanced at her phone one last time, a satisfied, exhausted smile curling her lips. "That... was insane," she whispered, voice hoarse from her vocal torrent. In the jungle's embrace, Brandy Harrington had discovered a new kind of wild.

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