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sha (the walten files) directed by gridanon
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First Sha the sheep upload!

If you haven't seen The Walten Files it's an interesting modern indie horror series. Inspired by FNAF though so a whole bunch of jumpscares, but the original artist has a really good 2D art horror style.

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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 - Wool You Still Love Me?

In the dim glow filtering through the grimy window of the abandoned storage room, Sha the Sheep stands with her back turned just enough to tease, her voluptuous form illuminated in soft, golden light that caresses every exaggerated curve like a lover's touch. Her fluffy white wool puffs out in luxurious waves around her head, crowned by that vibrant red flower with its yellow center, petals slightly parted as if inviting a kiss, while her pointed ears twitch with playful anticipation, one tipped in a warm orange gradient that catches the light. The red-and-white striped swimsuit clings desperately to her body, the fabric stretched taut over her enormous breasts that strain against the horizontal stripes, each swell heavy and full, rising and falling with her slow, deliberate breaths that create a hypnotic rhythm. Her waist cinches impossibly narrow before exploding into hips so wide and plush they seem to defy gravity, leading down to thighs thick as pillows, soft yet firm, brushing together with a faint, velvety rustle of wool. That fluffy tail sways gently above her massive, rounded buttocks, each cheek perfectly spherical and jiggling subtly with the slightest shift of her weight, the striped material riding high to accentuate the deep cleft between them. She turns her head slowly over one shoulder, her yellow-tan face revealing those half-lidded hazel eyes sparkling with mischief, black nose twitching, and a sly smile curling her lips to reveal just a hint of pearly teeth. The blue collar around her neck gleams, the fabric smooth and cool against her warm fur.

Sha lets out a soft, breathy chuckle that fills the air with a melodic timbre, low and velvety, vibrating through the space like a caress to the ears, carrying the faint floral sweetness from her red flower mixed with an underlying musky, woolen scent that's earthy and inviting, warm like fresh hay under summer sun. "Mmm, look at you there," she murmurs, her voice a teasing whisper that drips with honeyed seduction, each word drawn out languidly as she sways her hips from side to side, making those massive buttocks quiver and bounce enticingly, the striped swimsuit creaking faintly against her curves. She arches her back just a fraction more, thrusting her chest forward so her breasts swell even larger in profile, nipples faintly outlined through the thin, clinging fabric that molds to every contour like a second skin. The room's air grows thicker with her presence, a subtle warmth radiating from her body that you can almost feel prickling across exposed skin, her wool so plush and inviting it promises the softest embrace imaginable. She takes a slow step closer, her thick thighs rubbing together with a hushed, silky friction that sends a whisper of sound echoing off the wooden shelves lined with forgotten clutter, her fluffy tail flicking upward to reveal more of that perfectly sculpted rear, pale wool gleaming under the light.

Her golden eyes lock with intent, lashes fluttering as she tilts her head coyly, the red flower bobbing with the motion, releasing another wave of sweet, petal-like fragrance that mingles with the faint, clean animal warmth of her fur. "Am I still beautiful to you?" Sha purrs, the question laced with erotic challenge, her tongue darting out briefly to wet her lips, leaving them glossy and plump. She runs her hands—soft, padded with fluffy wool—down her sides, tracing the impossible hourglass silhouette, fingers lingering at the narrow waist before sliding upward to cup the undersides of her heaving breasts, lifting them slightly so they jiggle with hypnotic weight, the stripes distorting over their fullness. The touch produces a soft, yielding sound, like pressing into the plushest pillow, and she lets out a contented sigh that carries the subtle heat of her breath, scented faintly of sweet berries and something deeper, more primal. Her massive hips roll in a slow, undulating circle, buttocks clenching and releasing in a teasing display that makes the swimsuit fabric pull tighter, outlining the generous swell of her rear with exquisite detail, every curve begging for attention yet remaining just out of reach.

The dim light casts shadows that accentuate her form further, highlighting the smooth transition from her fluffy back to the pronounced arch of her spine, leading to those thunderous thighs that part ever so slightly as she shifts her stance, revealing the inner softness where wool meets more sensitive, warmer flesh. Sha's voice drops even lower, a sultry hum that resonates in the chest, "Feel how soft I am... imagine sinking into all this fluff, these curves that go on forever." She spins slowly on one hoofed foot, giving a full view of her front now, breasts bouncing heavily with the turn, the striped swimsuit barely containing their overflow at the top, cleavage deep and pillowy. Her yellow face flushes with a playful blush under the tan fur, eyes narrowing seductively as she leans forward just enough to let her enormous bust sway pendulously, the motion accompanied by a faint, rhythmic creak of fabric and the whisper of wool compressing and expanding. The air around her grows heady with that intoxicating mix—floral from the flower, warm wool, and a hint of feminine musk that teases the senses, promising hidden depths of sweetness and heat.

She trails one hand down her body again, fingers gliding over the striped expanse covering her belly, dipping teasingly toward the curve of her hips before circling back to pat her massive buttocks lightly, producing a soft, plush thump that echoes invitingly. "Am I still beautiful to you?" she repeats, voice cracking with feigned vulnerability that melts into a giggle, breathy and warm, her ears perking as if listening for an unspoken response. Sha's tail swishes faster now, brushing against the back of her thighs with feathery strokes, while her thick legs shift apart wider, the wool on her inner thighs visibly soft and downy, inviting tactile exploration through sight alone. The window light dances across her form as clouds pass outside, momentarily darkening then brightening her curves—breasts rising with each inhale, waist nipped tight, hips flaring dramatically, buttocks so full they create their own shadows. She bites her lower lip gently, teeth pressing into the plump flesh, and exhales a slow, heated breath that carries the scent of her arousal, subtle yet potent, blending with the room's dusty undertones to create an enveloping atmosphere of desire.

Twisting her torso once more to present that signature over-the-shoulder pose from the image, Sha emphasizes the swell of her rear, pushing it outward so the striped swimsuit rides up further, exposing the lower curves of her cheeks, pale and impossibly round. Her voice becomes a series of teasing whispers, "These hips... so wide, so soft, made for holding on tight. And my tail, fluffy and eager—does it make you want to bury your face in all this wool?" She wiggles her buttocks in deliberate, rhythmic pulses, each jiggle sending ripples through the flesh, accompanied by the faint rustle of wool and the subtle squeak of fabric straining. Her breasts press sideways against her arm as she poses, nipples hardening visibly through the material, creating twin peaks that beg for notice. The floral scent intensifies as she shakes her head lightly, the red flower petals fluttering, releasing more perfume that fills the nostrils with sweetness. Warmth emanates stronger now, her body radiating an inviting heat that makes the air shimmer faintly around her voluptuous silhouette.

Sha straightens slightly, turning to face more directly while keeping the seductive angle, one hand sliding up to adjust her blue collar, fingers lingering at her throat where the pulse flutters visibly under the fur. "Am I still beautiful to you?" comes the question again, drawn out with a moan-like inflection, her hazel eyes gleaming with hunger and playfulness, mouth parted to reveal the pink interior of her tongue as it traces her teeth. Her free hand cups one massive breast fully now, squeezing gently so the flesh overflows her grasp, producing a soft, squishing sound that's almost tactile in its vividness, while her hips cant forward, presenting the striped front that hugs her mound with teasing tightness. Thighs press together once more, creating friction that elicits a quiet, breathy gasp from her lips, the sound high and needy yet controlled. The room's cool draft contrasts with her body's warmth, heightening the sensory pull—soft wool promising cushion against hardness, curves yielding endlessly, scents swirling in a hypnotic cloud of flower and musk.

Continuing her slow, hypnotic dance, Sha bends at the waist just a touch, letting her breasts hang heavy and full, swinging with gravitational allure, the stripes warping deliciously over their volume. Her voice weaves through the air like silk, "Imagine how these thighs would feel wrapped around, so thick and warm, wool so plush it engulfs completely. My waist so tiny you could span it with your hands, leading to hips that demand worship." She straightens and pivots again, tail high, buttocks presented in profile with that perfect, exaggerated roundness, each cheek a testament to curvaceous perfection, jiggling with every breath. The light from the window catches the sheen on her fur, making it look silky and touchable, while her ears droop playfully, framing the red flower like a halo of temptation. Another breathy laugh escapes, warm and inviting, carrying the berry-sweet undertone mixed with deeper, heated notes that stir the senses profoundly.

She repeats the iconic question with escalating tease, "Am I still beautiful to you?" her tone shifting to a husky purr, eyes half-closed in feigned ecstasy as her hands roam freely—caressing the flare of her hips, sliding over the vast expanse of her rear to give it a firm, appreciative pat that echoes softly, then returning to trace the undersides of her breasts once more, lifting and dropping them to watch the bounce. The motion creates waves of movement through her entire form: breasts heaving, waist flexing, hips rolling, thighs quivering, tail flicking in delight. Wool rustles continuously, a constant auditory backdrop of softness, while the floral perfume pulses with her movements, enveloping everything in layers of scent. Her yellow face tilts invitingly, smile widening to show more teeth, expression one of pure, confident sensuality that radiates through the dim room.

As the teasing builds, Sha's body language grows more languid and deliberate—arching deeper, rolling her shoulders to make her woolly puff of hair sway, pressing her massive buttocks backward in slow thrusts that emphasize their size and softness, the striped swimsuit now slightly damp from the warmth of her form, clinging even more obscenely. "Feel the heat from all this fluff," she whispers hotly, voice trembling with mock shyness that dissolves into another giggle, breath warm and scented. Her thick thighs part and close rhythmically, inner wool whispering secrets of hidden pleasures, while her blue collar shifts with each swallow, drawing eyes to the elegant line of her neck. Breasts rise and fall faster now, nipples straining prominently, curves undulating like a living sculpture of erotic excess—tiny waist contrasting wildly with overflowing top and bottom, every inch designed for admiration and desire.

Sha holds the pose longer, over-the-shoulder glance smoldering, red flower vibrant against white wool, yellow face flushed with teasing excitement, as she murmurs variations on her question, "Am I still beautiful... every curve, every fluffy inch... to you?" Her final sway sends ripples through buttocks and breasts alike, tail curling cutely, the room alive with her sounds—breathy moans, fabric creaks, wool caresses—and scents of flower, warmth, and invitation, leaving the air charged with unrelenting, creative sensuality that pulses endlessly in this single, immersive narrative of curves and tease.

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