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A summoner gets more than she asked for! Or maybe it's exactly what she wanted?

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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 - Zorath!

In the shadowed depths of an ancient pine forest, where the moon hung like a sliver of pale bone in the star-flecked sky, Elara the white-furred goat witch prepared her forbidden ritual. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and resinous needles, chilled by the January wind that whispered through the branches like ghostly lovers. Her slender, anthropomorphic form trembled not from the cold, but from the thrill of power she sought. Elara's fur was pristine white, soft as fresh snow, covering her lithe body from her floppy ears to her cloven hooves. Her eyes, wide and blue like fractured sapphires, gleamed with forbidden knowledge as she traced the glowing red pentagram on the forest floor with a claw dipped in her own blood. A single candle flickered at the circle's edge, its flame dancing wildly, casting elongated shadows that twisted like serpents across her naked form. She wore nothing but a tattered cloak of black velvet, which she shed now, revealing her pert breasts with pink nipples hardening in the night air, her flat belly, and the soft mound of her sex, already slick with anticipation and fear.

"Oh, ancient one," Elara chanted, her voice a husky bleat that echoed through the trees, "I summon thee from the abyssal pits! Grant me your infernal might, and I shall bind thee to my will!" She scattered herbs—bitter wormwood and sulfurous brimstone—into the circle, their acrid smoke stinging her nostrils and making her eyes water. The ground hummed beneath her hooves, vibrating up her legs like an electric current, teasing the sensitive folds between her thighs. With a final incantation, she slashed her palm and let crimson droplets fall into the center, igniting the sigil in a blaze of hellish red light.

The air split with a thunderous crack, and from the void erupted a colossal figure: the demon goat, Zorath. His body was a monument of raw, demonic power—towering over eight feet tall, his fur a deep, blood-red crimson that shimmered like molten lava under the candle's glow. Massive curved horns spiraled from his broad skull, black as obsidian, framing a face twisted in eternal rage: glowing red eyes that burned like coals, a snarling maw filled with razor-sharp fangs dripping viscous saliva, and pointed ears twitching with predatory intent. His muscular frame was sculpted from nightmares—bulging biceps the size of boulders, a chest like armored plates, abs rippling like waves on a stormy sea, and thighs thicker than tree trunks ending in cloven hooves that cracked the earth with each step. But what dominated the scene, swinging heavily between his legs like a weapon of conquest, was his gigantic cock: a throbbing, veined monstrosity over two feet long and as thick as Elara's forearm, its ebony-black shaft glistening with prehensile ridges that pulsed with unholy life. Below it dangled colossal balls, each the size of grapefruits, churning with demonic seed, their musky scent flooding the air like a potent aphrodisiac, making Elara's knees buckle.

Zorath's roar shattered the night, a guttural bellow that vibrated through Elara's bones, sending shockwaves of terror and unwanted arousal straight to her core. "Foolish mortal bitch!" he snarled, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that echoed like thunder, flecks of spittle flying from his fangs. "You dare summon me? Your pathetic magic is nothing but a whisper in the storm of my power!" He lunged forward, the ritual circle flaring but failing to contain him—his sheer demonic essence overwhelming the wards. Elara gasped, stumbling back on her hooves, but it was too late. His massive hand—clawed and rough, fur matted with sweat—clamped around her throat like a vice, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Her floppy ears flopped wildly as she kicked, her tail thrashing, the cool night air brushing against her exposed pussy, which betrayed her with a gush of hot juices dripping down her thighs.

"P-please... I command you!" Elara bleated, her voice choked and high-pitched, but Zorath only laughed, a sadistic chuckle that made her nipples ache with forbidden desire. He slammed her down onto the forest floor, right in the center of the glowing pentagram, the impact jarring her spine and forcing a yelp from her lips. Pine needles pricked her back like tiny needles, their sharp scent mixing with the demon's overpowering musk—earthy, sulfuric, and intoxicatingly male. He pinned her head with one hand, his claws digging into her scalp just enough to draw pinpricks of blood, the metallic tang filling her mouth as she bit her lip in pain and ecstasy.

"Command? You? A whimpering little goat slut like you?" Zorath growled, his hot breath washing over her face, reeking of brimstone and raw lust. He positioned himself behind her, his colossal cock slapping against her ass with a meaty thud that echoed through the woods. Elara's eyes widened in horror and hunger as she felt its heat, the ridges pulsing against her fur, pre-cum oozing from the flared tip like lava, scorching her skin. "I'll show you true power, witch. I'll fuck you until your body breaks and your soul begs for more!"

With a brutal thrust, he impaled her. Elara's scream tore through the night—a piercing, animalistic wail that blended pain and pleasure as his gigantic cock stretched her pussy beyond its limits. The ridges scraped her inner walls like sandpaper, every inch forcing her flesh to yield, her labia parting obscenely around the invading shaft. It was too big, far too big; she felt like she was being split in half, her belly bulging visibly from the intrusion, the outline of his cock pressing against her abdomen like a grotesque serpent under her white fur. "Ahhh! Nooo! It's tearing me apart!" she cried, her voice breaking into sobs, tears streaming down her muzzle as her hooves scrabbled uselessly at the dirt. The sensation was overwhelming: burning stretch, fullness that bordered on agony, and deep, throbbing pressure that hammered her G-spot with every brutal inch.

Zorath didn't hold back. He pounded into her with demonic fury, his hips slamming against her ass in a rhythm that shook the trees, each thrust accompanied by a wet, squelching slap of flesh on flesh. His colossal balls swung heavily, smacking her clit with every drive, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her body. The air filled with the obscene symphony of their coupling: her slick pussy slurping greedily around his shaft, his grunts and snarls like a beast in rut, her moans escalating from pain to mindless ecstasy. "Feel that, you worthless cunt? My cock is reshaping you—making you my eternal whore!" he taunted, his free hand groping her breast roughly, pinching her nipple until it bruised, milk-like fluid leaking from the tip under his savage grip.

Elara's mind shattered under the assault. Waves of mind-blowing climaxes crashed over her, one after another, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, juices squirting out in hot arcs with each orgasm, soaking the forest floor and mixing with the candle's wax. The scent was heady—her sweet, feminine arousal blended with his musky dominance, the metallic tang of blood from where his claws scratched her thighs. She tasted salt on her lips from her tears, her tongue lolling out as she panted, bleating incoherently. "Y-yes! Deeper! Fuck me harder, you monster!" she begged, her voice hoarse, her floppy ears pinned back in submission. Every sense was alive: the rough texture of his fur grinding against her back, the cool drip of sweat from his body onto hers, the distant hoot of an owl witnessing her degradation.

He flipped her over effortlessly, pinning her on her back so he could watch her face contort in ecstasy. Her legs splayed wide, hooves kicking the air as he drove deeper, the bulge in her belly rising and falling like a piston. "Look at you, witch—cumming like a bitch in heat on my demonic cock!" Zorath roared, his red eyes locking onto hers, his tail whipping behind him like a lash. He leaned down, fangs grazing her neck, biting just hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste flooding his mouth as he licked the wound. Elara arched, another climax ripping through her, her vision blurring with stars brighter than the night sky. Her inner walls milked him desperately, rippling along his length, the ridges catching on her sensitive spots and prolonging the tormenting bliss.

But Zorath wasn't done. His thrusts grew erratic, savage, his colossal balls tightening as his climax built. "Now, feel my seed claim you!" he bellowed, slamming into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock erupted like a volcano, demonic goat semen flooding her womb in thick, scorching ropes. It was endless—gush after gush, hot and viscous, filling her until her belly swelled slightly, the excess bubbling out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that dripped onto the pentagram, making it flare brighter. The semen wasn't ordinary; it burned with infernal magic, violating her deepest sanctums. Elara felt it surge through her, invading her ovaries like liquid fire, corrupting every ovum with his demonic essence. "Ahhh! It's... it's inside me! Burning! Changing me!" she screamed, her body wracked with a final, cataclysmic orgasm that made her squirt violently, her juices mixing with his seed in a frothy mess.

Zorath pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still twitching, spraying the last spurts across her heaving chest and face. She lay there, broken and blissed, fur matted with cum, sweat, and dirt, the taste of his essence on her lips as she licked them instinctively. "You're mine now, forever," he growled, standing over her, his shadow eclipsing the candle's light. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the ritual complete in the most brutal, over-the-top way imaginable—Elara's summoning had bound her not as master, but as eternal slave to the demon's insatiable lust.

Yet, as the night deepened, Elara's blue eyes fluttered open, a wicked smile curling her muzzle despite the ache in her ravaged body. The pain lingered like a lover's bruise, her pussy throbbing with aftershocks, stretched and gaping, leaking his seed in slow, sticky trails down her thighs. She could feel the corruption deep inside, her ovaries pulsing with his demonic influence, every egg now tainted, promising future spawn of unholy power. The air still reeked of their union—musk, sex, blood, and brimstone—a perfume that made her clit twitch anew. Zorath loomed above, his gigantic cock softening but still immense, veins pulsing faintly, balls hanging heavy and spent, yet ready to recharge with infernal vigor.

"You think that's the end, summoner?" Zorath rumbled, his voice a low thunder that vibrated her sensitive nipples, making them peak again. He grabbed her by the horns—small and delicate compared to his—yanking her up to her knees. Her floppy ears dangled, brushing her shoulders as she knelt before him, face level with his crotch. The scent hit her like a wave: pungent, salty cum mixed with her own juices, making her mouth water despite the exhaustion. "Lick me clean, whore. Taste what you've unleashed."

Elara obeyed, her tongue extending tentatively at first, lapping at the slick shaft. The flavor exploded on her taste buds—bitter, tangy, with an underlying spice like hellfire peppers, addictive and overwhelming. She moaned, her voice muffled as she took the tip into her mouth, sucking greedily, her paws wrapping around the base though they couldn't encircle its girth. Zorath groaned, his claws tangling in her white fur, guiding her head as he face-fucked her slowly, the ridges bumping against her teeth. "That's it... swallow every drop. Your mouth is just another hole for my pleasure."

Her mind raced with sensations: the velvety texture of his skin under her tongue, the heat radiating from his balls as she cupped them, feeling their weight like ripe fruits filled with more seed. Drool mixed with remnants of cum dribbled down her chin, splattering her breasts, the cool night air teasing the wet trails into goosebumps on her fur. Another climax built unbidden, her pussy clenching on nothing, aching for fullness again. She rubbed her thighs together, the friction sending sparks up her spine, her tail curling in delight.

Zorath pulled her off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Not yet, greedy slut. I want to hear you beg for more." He shoved her back down, flipping her onto all fours, her ass presented like an offering. The pentagram glowed beneath them, its red light bathing her white fur in crimson hues, making her look like a sacrificial lamb. He mounted her again, his cock—hardening once more with demonic stamina—prodding her entrance. "Tell me, witch... what do you crave?"

"Fuck me! Please, master! Ruin me with your massive cock!" Elara bleated, her voice desperate, hips bucking back instinctively. The words tasted like submission, sweet and humiliating, fueling her arousal. Zorath obliged, thrusting in with renewed brutality, the bulge reappearing in her belly as he bottomed out. This time, he reached around, his rough paw finding her clit, rubbing it in circles that made stars explode behind her eyes. "Yes! Oh gods, yes! Harder!"

The forest came alive with their sounds: her screams echoing off the pines, his roars shaking leaves from branches, the wet slap of his balls against her soaked fur. Sweat flew from their bodies, mixing with the dew on the ground, creating a slippery mess. Elara's climaxes chained together, each more intense—her body shuddering, pussy spasming, juices flooding out in torrents that puddled beneath them. She felt every vein, every ridge, scraping her insides raw, the pain blending into ecstasy until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

Zorath's pace quickened, his breaths coming in hot pants against her neck. "I'm going to flood you again... mark your womb eternally!" With a final, earth-shaking thrust, he came, his semen erupting in volcanic spurts, hotter than before, searing her depths. It violated her anew, seeping into her ovaries, corrupting every cell with his essence. Elara's scream peaked in a crescendo of pleasure-pain, her vision whiting out as the ultimate climax consumed her, body convulsing like a puppet on strings.

They collapsed in a heap, the candle guttering out, leaving only the pentagram's glow. Zorath's cock remained buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks, his seed leaking slowly. "This is just the beginning," he murmured, nipping her ear. Elara, spent and transformed, could only nod, her body humming with dark satisfaction, ready for whatever brutal eternities awaited.

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