eva earlong, jazz jackrabbit, lori jackrabbit, and spaz jackrabbit (jazz jackrabbit (series)) directed by gridanon
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This is the Victory screen of Jazz Jackrabbit 4!

If you haven't played the Jazz Jackrabbit games they're a fun time and worth checking 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 - Big Guns, Bigger Loads

The sun dipped low over the rolling hills of Carrotus, casting a warm, amber glow across the royal palace gardens. The air hummed with the sweet, floral perfume of blooming carrot blossoms, undercut by the lingering, salty tang of battle sweat from Jazz and Spaz's latest triumph over Devan Shell. The brothers lounged on oversized, velvet cushions pilfered from the throne room, their muscular frames relaxed yet buzzing with post-victory adrenaline. Jazz, the green-furred hero with his signature red bandana loosely tied around his neck, leaned back with a smirk, his dark green fur still matted slightly from the fray. Beside him, Spaz fidgeted with manic energy, his red fur fluffed out, tongue lolling in that perpetual, gleeful grin that screamed unhinged delight.

"Bro," Jazz drawled in his deadpan, sarcastic tone, popping open a chilled carrot beer with a sharp hiss of escaping foam. The bubbles tickled his nostrils as he took a deep swig, the crisp, earthy flavor washing over his tongue. "Devan's plots are getting lamer by the day. That time machine? Piece of junk. We shell-shocked him so bad, he's probably still tumbling through wormholes."

Spaz erupted in a wild, cackling laugh that echoed through the garden like a mad symphony, his blue wristbands jangling as he bounced erratically on his cushion. "Haha! Zap-pow-boom! I chomped his minions like crunchy bugs! Burp-explosion incoming!" He let out a massive belch, the rumble vibrating the air, carrying a spicy, fermented whiff of their victory feast rations.

From the ornate palace archway, Eva Earlong and Lori Jackrabbit emerged, their steps purposeful and seductive. Eva, the blue-furred princess, glided with royal elegance, her pink dress clinging to her voluptuous curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline revealing the soft, heaving swell of her breasts with each breath. Her orange hair flowed like molten silk, and her red lips parted in a defiant, hungry smile—the same fiery expression she'd worn when defying her captors in the past. Lori, the yellow-furred tomboy, strode beside her with athletic swagger, her purple sports bra and shorts hugging her toned, muscular body, thighs flexing with power, her short hair tousled from a recent sparring session. Her tail swished playfully, eyes gleaming with that kick-chick ferocity.

"Mmm, our brave warriors," Eva purred, her voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down Jazz's spine. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky aura radiating from the brothers, her lavender perfume mingling with it in an intoxicating blend. "You've saved the galaxy once more. But heroes like you deserve more than medals... something far more intimate."

Lori grinned wickedly, her athletic frame tensing with excitement as she cracked her neck, the pop echoing softly. "Damn right. You two look wound up tighter than a spring. Time to release that tension—our way." Her gaze dropped to their laps, a flush creeping under her yellow fur as she bit her lip, already feeling a warm, tingling ache building between her thighs just from the anticipation.

Jazz's ears perked up, his green fur prickling with heat as he set his beer aside, the condensation leaving slick trails on his paw. "Oh yeah? And what's on the menu, princess? Something sweet... or something that'll make us explode?" His voice dropped to a husky growl, eyes tracing the way Eva's dress rode up her thighs as she approached.

Spaz giggled insanely, his red fur standing on end like static electricity, a visible bulge already straining against his pants. "Explode? Yes! Candy-rainbows-fireworks! Gimme!"

The women exchanged a knowing glance before sinking to their knees on the soft, dew-kissed grass, the cool blades tickling their fur. Eva crawled forward with graceful poise, her paws sliding up Jazz's powerful thighs, feeling the taut muscles quiver under her touch. The warmth of his skin seeped through, igniting a fire in her core; her nipples hardened against her dress, a slick wetness gathering between her legs as she inhaled his potent, masculine scent—earthy fur mixed with the sharp tang of arousal.

Lori pounced with tomboyish enthusiasm, shoving Spaz's legs apart and nuzzling into his crotch, her nose brushing the growing tent in his pants. "Fuck, Spaz, you smell like pure chaos... gets me so hot." Her voice was breathy, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs clenched, a damp spot forming on her shorts as she ground subtly against the air, pleasuring herself through the friction.

In perfect sync, the brothers unzipped their pants, the metallic rasp of zippers slicing through the evening hush. Fabric pooled at their ankles, revealing their massive endowments. Jazz's cock sprang free, a throbbing ten-inch monster, thick as a hero's arm, veined ridges pulsing with need, the green-tinted base merging into his enormous balls—each swollen and heavy, furred orbs the size of plump fruits, dangling low and full. Spaz's was a wild counterpart, nine-and-a-half inches of veiny, red-hued girth, twitching erratically, his balls even more pendulous, swaying with his hyper movements, brimming with pent-up energy.

Eva's breath hitched, her blue fur flushing as she wrapped both paws around Jazz's shaft, stroking slowly from root to tip. The velvety skin was hot under her pads, precum oozing like sticky honey, coating her fingers in a glossy sheen. "Gods, Jazz... your big gun never fails to make me drip." She confessed, her free paw slipping between her own thighs, rubbing her swollen clit through the fabric of her dress, waves of pleasure rippling through her as she pleasured him. The dual sensation—his heat in her grasp, her own slick folds throbbing—made her moan softly, the vibration humming against his tip as she leaned in.

Lori's eyes widened in lustful awe, her paws cupping Spaz's massive balls, kneading them gently at first, feeling their weight and the way they churned under her touch. "These nuts are huge... fuck, it's turning me on so much." She ground her hips against the grass for relief, her sports bra straining as her breasts heaved, nipples like hard peaks. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she lapped at his sack, the salty, musky flavor exploding on her tongue—earthy and wild, making her pussy clench with need. Each lick sent jolts of ecstasy through her, her body responding as if she were the one being serviced.

Jazz groaned deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest as Eva's tongue swirled around his cockhead, tasting the bitter-sweet precum that beaded there. "Shit, Eva... your mouth's a fucking paradise." He watched her, enthralled, as she bobbed down, lips stretching wide around his girth, her cheeks hollowing with suction. The wet, slurping symphony filled the air, her saliva dripping down his length, pooling at his balls which she massaged with expert care—squeezing just enough to make them ache deliciously.

Spaz yelped in manic bliss, his paws gripping the cushion as Lori engulfed one of his balls in her warm mouth, sucking with athletic fervor. The pressure was exquisite, her tongue rolling the orb, rasping over the fuzzy skin while her paw pumped his shaft vigorously. "Yesss! Suck-suck-boom! Feels like fireworks in my brain!" Precum smeared across her fur, sticky and warm, the scent driving her wild. Lori's other paw delved into her shorts, fingers plunging into her soaking wetness, fucking herself in rhythm with her oral worship, moans vibrating around his ball as her orgasm built from the sheer eroticism of serving him.

The garden was a sensory overload: the lewd chorus of gagging slurps and wet pops, the heavy pants and whimpers echoing off stone walls, the thick miasma of musk—salty cum precursors, floral blooms, Eva's lavender, Lori's sweaty exertion—all blending into an aphrodisiac haze. Eva deep-throated Jazz now, her throat constricting around him like a velvet vice, gagging wetly but pushing deeper, tears of effort mixing with pleasure in her eyes. Each thrust into her mouth sent sparks to her core; she fingered herself frantically, her pussy walls fluttering, juices soaking her paw as she chased her peak through his dominance.

Lori switched to Spaz's cock, her jaw aching deliciously as she swallowed him whole, throat bulging with his girth. "Mmph... so thick... making me cum just from this," she mumbled around him, her words garbled into vibrations that made him buck. Her fingers circled her clit furiously, the friction building to a crescendo, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her from the act of submission.

Jazz glanced at Spaz, their eyes meeting in shared ecstasy, and they reached out—fists bumping once with a solid, resonant thud, knuckles grinding in brotherly triumph. "Best bros, best rewards," Jazz grunted, his voice strained.

"Explosion high-five!" Spaz howled, his free paw tangling in Lori's hair.

The women hit their climaxes first—Eva arching as she swallowed Jazz deeper, her body convulsing, pussy gushing onto her fingers in hot spurts, the release amplified by his taste flooding her senses. Lori shuddered violently, her mouth full of Spaz, her orgasm ripping through her like a kick, juices soaking her shorts as she screamed muffled bliss around his cock.

The brothers followed, roaring in unison—Jazz's deep and commanding, Spaz's frenzied and wild. Thick, ropes of cum erupted, flooding Eva's mouth in creamy, salty torrents, overflowing her lips as she swallowed greedily, the excess dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Spaz unloaded into Lori, his balls contracting in her paw, pulsing with each massive spurt, coating her throat in his manic seed until it spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Panting, spent, the group collapsed in a tangle of fur and limbs. Eva licked her lips, still trembling from aftershocks. "Nothing pleasures me more than pleasing you, my hero."

Lori wiped her mouth with a grin, her body buzzing. "Round two? I'm already wet again."

Jazz and Spaz chuckled, the garden's twilight embracing their satisfied glow.

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