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justin and mrs. brisby directed by gridanon
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Practically canon to the movie!

If you haven't seen The Secret of NIMH I'd highly recommend it, definitely one of the greatest animated movies that's ever been made.

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model RealMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - How the sequel should have gone

The moon hung low over Thorn Valley, bathing the new settlement in silver light. The Rats of NIMH had finally found their home—stone dwellings carved into the hillside, gardens blooming under careful cultivation, the air sweet with wildflowers and fresh earth. Peace had settled over them like a soft blanket, but for Mrs. Brisby, the quiet nights still carried an ache.

Her children were asleep in their new burrow, Timothy fully recovered and stronger than ever. The red amulet rested on a small shelf, its glow dim now that the great crisis had passed. She stood at the entrance of her home, wrapped in the same crimson cape that had become her signature, the fabric soft against her sleek brown fur. The night breeze teased the edges of the cape, brushing cool air across her whiskers and the sensitive skin of her ears.

She had come out to breathe, to think. Ever since that stormy night when she had lifted her home with the amulet’s power, something inside her had shifted. Courage had awakened other things—longing, desire, a warmth she had not felt since Jonathan was alive. And the one who stirred it most was Justin.

Footsteps—light, confident—approached from the path. She knew them before she turned.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Justin’s voice was low, warm, carrying that easy smile she could hear even in the dark.

Mrs. Brisby turned, heart fluttering. He stood taller than most rats, his dark fur gleaming under the moonlight, the simple tunic and belt he wore doing little to hide the powerful lines of his body. His eyes caught the starlight, bright and kind, fixed on her with unmistakable admiration.

“I… just needed some air,” she said softly, clutching the edges of her cape. “It’s all so new. This place. This life.”

Justin stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the faint scent of pine and earth that always clung to him from his patrols. “You made this possible, Elizabeth.” He used her first name gently, the one few dared to speak. “Your courage brought us here.”

She blushed beneath her fur, ears warming. “I only did what any mother would.”

“No,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a paw along the edge of her cape. “You did what no one else could.”

The touch was light, but it sent a shiver through her. She looked up at him, really looked—the strong line of his jaw, the playful curve of his mouth, the way his chest rose and fell. He was beautiful, in the way a storm is beautiful: powerful, alive, impossible to ignore.

“Justin…” Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

He cupped her cheek with one large paw, thumb stroking the soft fur there. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you walked into the rose bush, cape fluttering, eyes wide but never backing down.”

He leaned down slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Their lips met—soft at first, tentative, tasting of night air and unspoken longing. Then deeper, hungrier. His tongue brushed hers, warm and questing, and she made a small sound in her throat that made his arms tighten around her.

When they parted, both breathing harder, he rested his forehead against hers. “Come with me,” he whispered. “There’s a place by the stream. Private. Just us.”

She nodded, unable to speak, and let him take her paw.

They walked through moonlit grass, paws brushing, tails occasionally twining. The stream murmured over smooth stones, fireflies dancing above the water. Justin had spread a soft woven blanket on a grassy bank beneath an overhang of flowering vines. The scent of crushed herbs and night-blooming jasmine hung heavy in the air.

He turned to her, eyes dark with desire. “You are so beautiful, Elizabeth. I’ve dreamed of you every night since we came here.”

She felt suddenly shy, but his gaze was reverent. Slowly, he untied the cord at her throat, letting the red cape slide from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet like spilled wine. Beneath it she wore only a simple shift of pale linen that clung to her slender curves. Moonlight traced the graceful line of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts, the flare of her hips. Her fur was sleek and glossy, the color of rich chestnut, soft as silk.

Justin’s breath caught. “Gods… look at you.”

He pulled her close again, kissing her throat, her collarbone, nuzzling into the warm fur at her neck. She smelled faintly of lavender from the soap she used, and something deeper—her own sweet musk that made his head spin. His paws slid down her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, cupping the soft swell of her bottom. She arched into him with a soft gasp.

“Justin…” she breathed, paws clutching at his tunic. “I want to see you too.”

He smiled against her skin and stepped back just enough to pull the tunic over his head. Moonlight painted the hard planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his arms and abdomen. Dark fur covered him, thicker along his chest and tapering down to a trail that disappeared beneath his belt. He unfastened it slowly, letting his trousers drop.

Mrs. Brisby’s eyes widened. Justin stood proud and unashamed, his cock already heavy and erect, thick and long, the flushed length curving slightly upward. Below, his balls hung full and heavy, covered in soft fur, swaying gently with his movement. He was magnificent—powerful, virile, utterly male.

“Oh…” she whispered, stepping closer, one small paw reaching out hesitantly. Her fingers brushed the velvety skin of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein along the underside. He was hot, throbbing under her touch, and so thick her fingers barely met around him.

Justin groaned, hips twitching. “Elizabeth… your touch…”

Emboldened, she stroked him slowly, marveling at the weight, the way pre-cum already beaded at the broad tip. She cupped his heavy balls, feeling their warmth, the soft fur, the way they shifted in her palm. He smelled strongly of musk now, intoxicating, making her own arousal pool hot and wet between her thighs.

He pulled her shift over her head in one smooth motion, baring her completely. Her breasts were full and pert, nipples dark and peaked in the cool air. Her waist nipped in before curving out to rounded hips, and between her legs her fur was damp, her folds swollen and glistening.

Justin dropped to his knees, nuzzling her belly, kissing lower. “You smell so good,” he murmured, voice rough. “Sweet and ready for me.”

He parted her thighs gently, guiding her to lie back on the blanket. The grass was cool beneath, the blanket soft. He kissed the inside of her thigh, whiskers tickling, then higher. His tongue—broad, warm, slightly rough—swept over her slick folds in one long lick.

Mrs. Brisby cried out, back arching. “Justin!”

He hummed in pleasure, tasting her deeply, lapping at her entrance, circling her sensitive clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She was honey-sweet, her arousal coating his tongue. He sucked gently on the swollen bud, then slid one thick finger inside her, curling to find that spot that made her whimper.

“Oh… oh gods, yes…” Her paws clutched at his head fur, hips rocking against his mouth. The night sounds faded; there was only the wet sounds of his tongue, her breathless moans, the rustle of vines overhead.

He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, feeling how tight and hot she was. Her walls fluttered around him, and he could feel her climbing higher. When she came, it was with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around his head, her sweet release flooding his tongue.

He rose over her, kissing her deeply so she tasted herself on his lips. “I need you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she panted, legs spreading wider. “Please, Justin… I want you.”

He guided the broad head of his cock to her entrance, rubbing through her wetness, coating himself. Slowly, carefully, he pressed in. She was impossibly tight, her body yielding inch by inch around his thickness. The stretch burned sweetly, and she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.

“So big…” she gasped. “You’re so big inside me…”

He groaned, buried halfway, fighting for control. “You feel perfect… so hot, so wet for me.”

When he finally seated fully, balls pressed against her, they both stilled, breathing hard. Then he began to move—long, slow thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her. The blanket shifted beneath them, grass scent rising. His heavy balls slapped gently against her with each stroke, the sound lewd and intoxicating.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Their bodies moved together, slick with sweat, fur sticking in places. He kissed her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly. She keened, inner walls clenching around him.

“Elizabeth… my brave, beautiful Elizabeth,” he growled, pace quickening. “I’ve wanted this so long… wanted to fill you, claim you…”

“Yes,” she sobbed, meeting each thrust. “Claim me… I’m yours…”

The coil inside her tightened again, faster this time. His cock dragged over that perfect spot again and again, his balls drawing up tight. She felt him swell even thicker inside her.

“Come with me,” he rasped, one paw sliding between them to circle her clit. “Let me feel you…”

The command undid her. She came hard, walls pulsing around his length, milking him. Justin roared her name, hips slamming deep as he erupted, thick ropes of hot seed flooding her, spilling deep. His balls contracted again and again, emptying into her willing body until they both shuddered with aftershocks.

They collapsed together, panting, his weight a welcome blanket over her smaller frame. He stayed inside her, softening slowly, keeping his seed plugged deep. His paws stroked her fur gently, kissing her forehead, her whiskers, her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “I think I have since the moment you faced Dragon with nothing but a pouch of sleeping powder.”

She smiled, eyes shining with tears of joy. “And I love you, my brave captain. My beautiful Justin.”

They lay entwined under the stars, the stream singing beside them, bodies cooling but hearts burning bright. The future stretched ahead—children, a new life, nights like this one to come. And for the first time in years, Mrs. Brisby felt utterly, completely whole.

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