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Make sure you don't lose your top in the pool!

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This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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.

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 - Great White Sharktits

The sun blazed high over the bustling public pool in West Babylon, New York, on that sweltering January afternoon in 2026—wait, January? Nah, must've been a glitch in the weather app, because it felt like peak summer with the humidity clinging to fur like a second skin. Chlorine-scented mist hung in the air, mingling with the tangy aroma of sunscreen and hot dogs from the nearby concession stand. Laughter and splashes echoed off the chain-link fence, kids cannonballing into the deep end while lifeguards whistled lazily from their towers. But in one corner, away from the main chaos, a group of anthro friends had claimed a shady spot by the pool's edge, their towels strewn like colorful flags of surrender.

Zara the shark girl—tall, ripped, with sleek gray skin striped like a tiger shark and wild blue-white hair that cascaded like ocean foam—had been dominating the water all day. Her powerful tail sliced through the waves with effortless grace, her fins cutting precise lines as she lapped the pool faster than anyone else. She was the kind of gal who turned heads without trying: abs chiseled from hours of surfing, breasts full and buoyant, hips that swayed with predatory confidence. Today, she'd worn a skimpy blue bikini top that barely contained her assets, tied in a hasty knot that, unbeknownst to her, had come undone during a particularly vigorous flip turn.

With a mighty heave, Zara propelled herself out of the water, droplets cascading off her like diamonds in the sunlight. She planted her thick, muscular thighs on the cool, gritty tile of the pool's edge, legs dangling into the rippling blue below. The water lapped at her calves with a soothing slosh, sending chills up her spine that mixed with the warm breeze teasing her exposed skin. She shook her head, flinging water from her hair in a sparkling arc, and grinned that toothy, shark-like smile—sharp fangs glinting as she stretched her arms overhead, muscles flexing under her striped hide. "Ahh, that hit the spot," she purred, her voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrated like distant thunder. The air tasted salty on her tongue from the pool water she'd accidentally swallowed mid-stroke, and she licked her lips absentmindedly.

But something was off. Her bikini top? Gone. Vanished into the depths like a sacrificial offering to the pool gods. Instead, her massive breasts were on full display, nipples perked up from the cool air and water, barely concealed by those natural black spots that looked suspiciously like pasties in the right light. The sun warmed her bare chest, a delicious heat that made her scales tingle, but she hadn't noticed yet—too busy reveling in the post-swim high.

To her left, little Mia the tan-colored dog girl—petite, fluffy-tailed, with wide innocent eyes and a black bikini that hugged her modest curves—froze mid-sip of her lemonade. The tart citrus exploded on her tongue as her jaw dropped, a cartoonish "!!!" practically hovering over her head. Her fur stood on end, a flush creeping up her cheeks like wildfire. The sight of Zara's exposed form hit her like a tidal wave: those heaving breasts, the way water trickled down the valley between them, pooling in her navel before dripping onto the tile with soft plips. Mia's heart pounded in her ears, a mix of shock and an unwelcome spark of heat pooling in her belly. "Z-Zara! Your... your top!" she yelped, her voice high-pitched and squeaky, like a chew toy being squeezed. She clamped a paw over her mouth, but her eyes betrayed her, darting back to the shark's toned abs, the way her bikini bottoms rode low on her hips, hinting at the powerful V of muscle leading downward. The chlorine smell intensified, mixing with Zara's natural oceanic musk—salty, wild, intoxicating—and Mia felt a shiver run through her, her tail wagging involuntarily despite her embarrassment.

Further left, Jax the brown-spotted cheetah guy (yeah, that partial figure in the scene was him, all lean and spotted with yellow swim trunks that suddenly felt way too tight) turned beet red under his fur. He'd been lounging casually, munching on a greasy pretzel that now crumbled in his paw as he gawked. The crunch of salt on his tongue turned to ash as arousal hit him hard—Zara's body was a masterpiece, water glistening on her gray skin like oil on a bodybuilder, her thighs flexing as she shifted, the bulge of her muscles pressing against the wet fabric of her bottoms. He could hear the distant splash of the pool, but it was drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears. "Holy spots," he muttered, his voice cracking like a teenager's. Blush spots bloomed on his cheeks, sweat beading on his brow despite the shade. He crossed his legs awkwardly, trying to hide the growing tent in his trunks, but the friction only made it worse—a warm, insistent throb that made him squirm. "Dude, uh, Zara? You might wanna... cover up? Or not. I mean, whatever." His words tumbled out in a flustered rush, and he averted his eyes, only to sneak another peek, the sight burning into his brain like a forbidden snapshot.

On Zara's right, Lila the orange fox girl—curvy, with a fluffy tail and a floral-patterned bikini that accentuated her ample cleavage—leaned back on her paws, a Cheshire grin spreading across her muzzle. Unlike the others, she wasn't shocked; oh no, she was thrilled. Her blush was one of pure delight, cheeks rosy as she drank in the view: Zara's breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples hardening further under the breeze, the way her abs rippled like waves on the ocean. The air carried Lila's own sweet, floral scent from her sunscreen, mixing with the pool's chemicals and Zara's briny allure. She felt a familiar warmth spreading between her thighs, her bikini bottoms growing damp not just from the pool splashes. "Oh my gods, Zara, you're a vision," she cooed, her voice husky and teasing, like velvet over gravel. She reached out playfully, her paw brushing Zara's thigh—soft fur against slick scales, sending electric sparks through both of them. The touch was light, but it lingered, Lila's claws tracing a lazy circle that made Zara's skin prickle. "Lost something? Or did you do that on purpose to give us a show? Because if so, bravo—I'm aroused and amused." Lila laughed, a melodic trill that cut through the tension, her tail swishing with excitement as she imagined what those strong shark hands could do.

Zara blinked, finally glancing down. Her eyes widened for a split second, but then that smug grin returned, wider than ever. "Whoopsie," she chuckled, her laugh a deep, resonant boom that vibrated through the group. She made no move to cover up, instead arching her back a tad more, letting the sun kiss her bare skin. The warmth felt divine, like a lover's caress, and she could smell the arousal in the air now—musky undertones from Jax's direction, a sweeter hint from Mia and Lila. It stirred something primal in her, a heat building in her core that made her shift her legs, the water splashing louder as her tail flicked underwater. "Guess the pool wanted a souvenir. You lot look like you've seen a ghost—or maybe something better." She winked at Mia, whose blush deepened to crimson. "C'mere, pup. It's just skin. Or scales, in my case. Feel how smooth?" Zara flexed her arm, inviting touch, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Mia hesitated, but curiosity—and that insistent ache between her legs—won out. She scooted closer, her small paw trembling as she reached out. The contact was electric: Zara's skin was cool and slick from the water, but warm underneath, like touching a living statue. Mia's fingers traced the stripes, feeling the subtle texture, and she gasped softly, her breath hitching. "It's... wow, so firm," she whispered, her voice breathy. The taste of lemonade lingered on her lips as she bit them, trying to stifle a whimper. Jax watched, transfixed, his own paw inching toward his lap before he caught himself. "This is, uh, escalating," he stammered, but his eyes were glued to the scene, the sounds of their breathing mingling with the pool's ambient noise—splashes, giggles from afar, the hum of cicadas in the trees.

Lila, ever the instigator, leaned in from the other side, her breasts brushing Zara's arm accidentally-on-purpose. The soft fur against scales sent shivers down Zara's spine, her nipples tightening further. "Escalating? Honey, this is just getting started," Lila purred, her paw sliding higher on Zara's thigh, nails grazing the edge of her bikini bottoms. The fabric was soaked, clinging transparently, and Lila could feel the heat radiating from beneath. Zara's growl turned throaty, a mix of amusement and desire. "Careful, fox. Poke the shark, and she might bite back." But her hand covered Lila's, pressing it firmer, the touch igniting a fire that made the air around them thick with tension.

Jax, emboldened by the vibe, shuffled closer. "Yeah, well, if biting's on the table..." He trailed off, his spotted paw tentatively reaching for Zara's other thigh. The group was a tangle now, touches exploratory and teasing, laughter bubbling up amid the gasps. Mia's shock melted into giggles as Lila whispered something naughty in her ear, making her tail wag furiously. The scents intensified—arousal thick like perfume, chlorine fading into the background. Sounds of wet kisses started, soft smacks and moans blending with the pool's symphony. Zara's powerful body became the center, her confidence turning the mishap into a comedic orgy of senses: the slip of fur on scales, the taste of salt on skin, the sight of blushes and bulges, the smell of desire, the sound of whispered "oh yes" and "don't stop."

As the sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over their entangled forms, the group forgot the public setting—or maybe that added to the thrill. Zara's lost top? Just the spark for a story they'd retell with winks and blushes for years. And in that moment, surrounded by friends turned lovers, every sense was alive, every touch electric, in a hilarious, horny haze by the poolside.

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