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carol tea, milla basset, and sash lilac (freedom planet) directed by gridanon
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Seems like you got spotted by these girls. I wonder what they could want?

Fun fact: Freedom Planet started out as a Sonic fan game!

Many thanks to Oarebt for all the advice on what to fix and how to fix it here!

Tech Talk

This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 3WolfMond: 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 - Furry Planet

The dim glow of twilight filters through the canopy of Dragon Valley, casting a warm, amber hue over the secluded glade where you've found yourself. The air is thick with the scent of blooming wildflowers—sweet and heady, like jasmine mixed with the earthy musk of fresh rain on fertile soil. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying whispers of adventure and something far more intoxicating. In this hidden sanctuary, far from the chaos of Avalice's battles, three figures emerge from the shadows, their forms silhouetted against the fading light. They've grown into women of striking allure, their youthful energy matured into a confident, seductive grace that commands your attention without a word.

Sash Lilac steps forward first, her light purple scales shimmering like polished amethyst under the soft evening sun. She's blossomed into a vision of draconic elegance, her body lithe and toned from years of heroic feats, curves accentuated by the way her white overtunic clings to her frame, the blue shirt beneath hinting at the swell of her breasts and the taper of her waist. Her purple hair cascades in those signature twin ponytails, but now they sway with a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm as she moves closer, the strands brushing against her shoulders like silken whips ready to ensnare. Her magenta eyes lock onto yours, smoldering with an inner fire that promises depths of passion. The faint scent of ocean spray clings to her—salty and invigorating, as if she's just emerged from a misty waterfall. She tilts her head slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips, revealing the subtle point of her fangs.

"Oh, look what we've found," Lilac purrs, her voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrates through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. She circles you slowly, her boots crunching softly on the fallen leaves, each step deliberate and teasing. Her tail swishes behind her, fluffy and inviting, brushing ever so lightly against your arm—a touch like warm fur against skin, electric and fleeting. "Someone who's wandered into our little paradise. Don't you just love how the evening air feels? So... alive." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear, carrying that subtle dragon musk—spicy and wild, like cinnamon laced with smoke. Her hands hover near your shoulders, not quite touching, but you can feel the heat radiating from her palms, the promise of her martial artist's strength turned to something far more tender and tantalizing.

As Lilac draws back with a knowing wink, Carol Tea saunters into view, her light-green fur glowing with a golden sheen in the twilight. Her body exudes a feral sensuality—athletic and curvaceous, her black tank top stretched taut over her ample chest, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned midriff marked with those dark stripes that trail down like invitations to explore. Her cargo shorts hug her hips, emphasizing the sway of her powerful legs, built for speed and agility, now moving with a predatory grace. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief, framed by that wild mane of hair, and her red scarf drapes loosely around her neck, a remnant of her rogue past that adds to her rebellious allure. The air around her carries the sharp tang of motor oil mixed with fresh citrus—zesty and energizing, as if she's revved up and ready to pounce.

Carol lets out a soft, throaty laugh, the sound husky and playful, echoing through the glade like a siren's call. "Hey there, stranger," she says, her voice laced with that signature snark, but softened into a seductive drawl. She steps nearer, her claws retracting just enough to graze the air near your chest— a whisper of sharpness that teases without harm. You feel the warmth of her body heat, the subtle vibration of her purr rumbling from deep within her chest, a sound that's both comforting and arousing, like velvet wrapped around steel. She tilts her hips, her tail flicking playfully, brushing against your thigh with a tickle of soft fur that's impossibly inviting. "You look like you could use some excitement. I bet you've never felt the thrill of a wildcat's touch—smooth, fierce, and oh-so-unpredictable." Her scent intensifies as she leans in, that citrus bite mingling with the warmth of her breath, tasting faintly of sweet berries on the tongue if you imagine inhaling deeply.

Not to be outdone, Milla Basset approaches from the side, her ivory fur soft and luminous, like moonlight on fresh snow. Her once-shy demeanor has evolved into a quiet confidence, her body a harmonious blend of softness and strength—curves generous and inviting, her black romper hugging the swell of her hips and the gentle rise of her breasts, the yellow vest adding a pop of color that draws the eye to her orange bushy hair, which frames her face in wild, fluffy waves. Her green eyes gleam with a playful innocence turned sultry, and those ear discs dangle like earrings, catching the light. Barefoot as always, her steps are silent on the grass, but you feel the earth shift subtly under her approach, her alchemical aura leaving a faint tingle in the air. She smells of herbal potions and wild honey—sweet, floral, and grounding, a aroma that evokes hidden gardens and secret elixirs.

Milla's voice is a gentle melody, soft and breathy, yet laced with an undercurrent of desire that makes your pulse quicken. "We've been waiting for someone like you," she whispers, her words floating like a caress. She reaches out, her fingers—soft and dexterous from years of crafting—hovering near your hand, close enough that you sense the phantom warmth, the promise of her touch like silk gliding over skin. Her ears twitch adorably, but now it's a calculated move, drawing attention to the way her hair bounces, soft strands brushing her cheeks. She summons a faint glow of her Phantom Cube energy, not for combat, but to create a shimmering aura around her form, highlighting every curve in ethereal light. "Let us show you how magical it can be... the way my energy hums, vibrating through the air, making everything feel so warm and alive." The taste of honey lingers in the breeze she stirs, sweet on your lips, while her purr-like hum resonates, a tactile vibration that seems to echo in your chest.

The three of them close in together now, their presences intertwining like a symphony of seduction. Lilac's spicy dragon essence blends with Carol's zesty wildness and Milla's honeyed sweetness, creating a perfume that's overwhelming in its allure, filling your lungs with every breath. Their voices harmonize in soft murmurs—Lilac's deep rumble, Carol's playful tease, Milla's gentle whisper—overlapping in a chorus that dances in your ears.

"Imagine the adventures we could have," Lilac says, her tail coiling lazily, the fluff teasing the back of your neck with feather-light strokes.

Carol grins, her fangs glinting, as she flexes her claws just enough to catch the light. "Or the thrills... fast and furious, just like me on my bike, but oh, so much closer."

Milla smiles shyly, but her eyes burn with invitation, her hands weaving subtle patterns in the air that send warm currents brushing against your skin. "We could make potions together... ones that heighten every sense, every touch."

They move in a slow, synchronized dance around you, their bodies brushing close without fully touching—Lilac's scales smooth and cool against the air, Carol's fur warm and prickling with static energy, Milla's aura tingling like static electricity. The sounds of the glade amplify: the rustle of their clothing, the soft thuds of their steps, the harmonious rhythm of their breathing. Every detail screams their sexiness—the way Lilac's ponytails whip through the air with a whoosh, Carol's hips swaying with feline fluidity, Milla's hair bouncing like a cascade of autumn leaves. Their eyes never leave yours, each pair a different shade of promise: magenta intensity, green mischief, emerald warmth.

As the night deepens, stars twinkling overhead like diamonds on velvet, they draw even nearer, their scents enveloping you completely. Lilac's hand finally brushes your arm, a deliberate graze that's firm yet yielding, like polished stone warmed by the sun. "Stay with us," she breathes, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Carol's laugh bubbles up again, her body heat radiating as she presses just a fraction closer. "Yeah, let's make this valley our playground."

Milla's fingers trace invisible patterns near your cheek, her energy sending sparks of warmth. "It'll be... enchanting."

The world fades to just them—their alluring forms, their intoxicating aromas, the symphony of their voices, the phantom touches that leave you yearning for more in this endless twilight seduction.

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