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master po ping and master tigress (kung fu panda and etc) directed by gridanon
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Po helps Tigress work out!

Thanks again to Sawmill for the advice on Feathering when editing gens.

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 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.

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 - The World's Fluffiest Dumbbell

The first rays of dawn pierced the misty veil shrouding the Valley of Peace, painting the sky in strokes of pink and gold that reflected off the ancient tiles of the Jade Palace. The air was alive with the subtle symphony of nature—the gentle rustle of bamboo leaves swaying in the breeze, the distant call of a rooster echoing through the hills, and the faint, sweet perfume of wildflowers blooming along the stone paths. Dew clung to every surface, cool and refreshing, as if the world itself was awakening with a deep, invigorating breath. In the heart of the palace's training courtyard, Master Tigress embodied this awakening vitality. She moved like a living flame, her orange fur aglow with the morning light, black stripes slicing through it like shadows cast by a predator's grace. Her body was a masterpiece of power and allure—slender yet curvaceous, muscles honed to perfection rippling beneath her sleek coat with every fluid motion. She wore her signature red vest, the fabric hugging her form tightly, accentuating the swell of her hips and the taut lines of her abdomen, while the gold vine patterns seemed to dance as she twisted and struck.

Tigress's amber eyes, sharp and intense, burned with an inner fire that spoke of unyielding discipline and hidden depths. Sweat glistened on her fur, tracing seductive paths down her neck and along the curve of her shoulders, making her skin shimmer like polished silk. The scent of her exertion filled the air—a heady mix of warm musk, faint jasmine from the palace gardens, and the salty tang of effort that was intoxicating in its rawness. Her breaths came in measured rhythms, each exhale a soft, husky whisper that carried the taste of determination on her tongue. She was sexy in a way that transcended mere physicality; it was the confidence in her stride, the fierce elegance of her poise, the way her tail flicked with sultry precision. Orphaned and shaped by Shifu's rigorous training, Tigress had built walls around her heart, but those walls were cracking, revealing a woman capable of profound passion beneath her stern facade.

As she launched into a series of aerial flips, her paws slicing through the air with audible whooshes that vibrated the ground, a familiar voice shattered the solitude. "Whoa, Tigress! You're out here already? The sun's barely up, and you're making the courtyard shake like an earthquake!" Po's enthusiastic baritone boomed from the palace entrance, accompanied by the soft patter of his large feet on the stone. The Dragon Warrior emerged, his black-and-white fur tousled from sleep, green eyes wide with admiration and a touch of awe. He carried a woven basket overflowing with steamed buns, the steam curling upward in lazy spirals, infusing the crisp morning air with the rich, savory aroma of dough, pork, and spices—comforting, mouthwatering, a scent that always made Tigress's stomach twist despite her discipline. Po's rounded form, affectionately self-described as his "big fat panda" build, moved with a surprising lightness, his belly jiggling ever so slightly, but there was strength there too, hidden beneath the softness, forged from battles won and lessons learned.

Po's personality shone through in every gesture—optimistic, kind-hearted, and endearingly awkward, a stark contrast to Tigress's intensity. Yet, it was this very contrast that drew them together, like yin and yang in perfect harmony. He stopped at the edge of the courtyard, setting the basket down with a gentle thud, and watched her for a moment, his gaze lingering perhaps a second too long on the way her muscles flexed, the curve of her back as she landed gracefully. "You look... amazing out there," he added, his voice dropping a notch, laced with genuine wonder. There was a romantic undercurrent in his tone, unspoken but palpable, born from years of shared adventures where her strength had saved him, and his heart had softened hers.

Tigress completed her flip, landing with a powerful stomp that sent a ripple through the dew-covered grass, tiny droplets scattering like diamonds in the light. She turned to him, her chest rising and falling, fur matted with sweat that only enhanced her allure, making her seem more alive, more touchable. A bead of perspiration traced down her muzzle, and she wiped it away with the back of her paw, her claws glinting briefly. "Po," she replied, her voice a low, velvety growl that sent a shiver down his spine—stern, yet with a warmth reserved only for him. "Early training is what separates warriors from dreamers. You've proven yourself a warrior, but old habits die hard." Her lips curved into a subtle smile, her amber eyes softening as they met his green ones, a spark of something deeper flickering between them. The romantic tension had been building since their first battles, from resentment to respect, and now to this quiet, electric pull.

Po grinned, rubbing his paws together nervously, the soft fur brushing with a whisper. "Hey, dreaming got me this far! But seriously, those moves... you're like poetry in motion. Strong, graceful, and... well, kinda breathtaking." He blushed under his fur, the heat rising to his cheeks, but he didn't look away. The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken affection, the scents of his buns mingling with her musk, creating an intimate bubble in the vast courtyard.

Tigress felt a flutter in her chest, uncharacteristic but thrilling. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with unintentional sensuality, each movement a testament to her sexy prowess. "Flattery won't earn you a break, Dragon Warrior," she teased, but her tone was playful, husky, inviting. She reached out, her paw brushing his arm lightly—the touch electric, warm fur against warm fur, sending a jolt through both of them. "But perhaps you can assist me. I've been pushing my limits with weights and forms, but I need a real challenge. Something heavy, substantial... like you."

Po's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat at the implication, the romantic undertone making his pulse quicken. "Me? Lift me? Tigress, I'm not exactly built for aerobics. I mean, this big fat body of mine is more for, uh, cushioning falls than being a dumbbell." He patted his belly self-deprecatingly, the sound a soft thump, but his gaze held hers, admiration turning to something warmer, more longing.

She chuckled, a rare, melodic sound that danced through the air like wind chimes, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "That's precisely why. Your weight will test my strength, and perhaps... bring us closer." The words hung between them, heavy with romantic intent. Tigress positioned herself, her body close enough that Po could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the intoxicating blend of her sweat and natural scent. She flexed her arm, muscles bulging impressively—biceps like sculpted marble, veins tracing elegant paths under her fur, her form a vision of sexy power that made Po's breath catch.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. Po nodded, swallowing hard, his paws trembling slightly as he felt her strong arm wrap around his waist. Her grip was firm yet gentle, claws retracted, the pressure sending waves of sensation through him—the warmth of her paw, the strength that promised protection and passion.

With a deep inhale, drawing in the mingled scents of dawn and desire, Tigress lifted. Po's feet left the ground, his body ascending as if weightless in her grasp. The world spun for him—the cool breeze against his fur, the taste of surprise on his lips, the sound of her steady grunts like a lover's sigh. "Tigress... you're incredible," he breathed, his voice laced with awe and affection, hands instinctively reaching to steady himself on her shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath.

She held him aloft with one hand, her arm steady as iron, but her face flushed with effort and something more—eyes locked on his, lips parted slightly, breath coming in hot puffs. Sweat trickled down her curves, accentuating every sexy line of her body, her vest clinging provocatively. "And you... you're my anchor, Po," she murmured, the romantic confession slipping out amid the strain. She lowered and raised him in slow, deliberate reps, each motion a dance of strength and intimacy, their faces inches apart, breaths mingling.

As the sun climbed higher, casting them in a golden glow, Po dared to lean in, his paw cupping her cheek gently. "Tigress, I... I've always admired you. More than admired." The words were soft, vulnerable, the romantic tone peaking.

She lowered him slowly, their bodies brushing in a tantalizing slide, until his feet touched ground. But she didn't release him, pulling him closer instead. "Po," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "perhaps it's time we explore strengths beyond kung fu." Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory, the taste of salt and sweetness exploding between them—the culmination of years of tension, sealed in the courtyard's embrace.

The morning unfolded around them, but in that moment, they were lost in each other. Tigress, with her super strength and undeniable sexiness, had lifted not just Po's body, but his heart, forging a romance as enduring as the mountains. They lingered, paws entwined, whispers of future adventures and affections filling the air, the scents and sounds of the valley fading into their shared world. Po's optimism melted her sternness, revealing a passionate soul; her discipline grounded his dreams, creating a bond unbreakable.

Hours seemed to pass in minutes as they talked, laughed, and trained together—Po attempting lifts of his own, failing comically but earning her tender smiles. Tigress demonstrated more feats, her body a canvas of sexy power, each flex and strike drawing Po's gaze, fueling the romantic fire. They shared the buns, fingers brushing, eyes locking, the simple act intimate. As the sun reached its zenith, they sat side by side on the stone bench, shoulders touching, the heat of the day mirroring the warmth in their hearts.
"Tigress, that lift... it was more than training," Po said softly, his paw covering hers.

She squeezed back, her touch strong yet affectionate. "It was a beginning, Po. Our beginning." The romantic promise hung in the air, a new chapter in their legend, where strength met heart, and love blossomed amid the kung fu.

Their story continued, woven with battles and quiet moments, but always underscored by this dawn's revelation—the sexy warrior and the big-hearted panda, united in eternal flame.

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