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miia (monster musume) directed by gridanon
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Miia looks lonely. Will you keep her company?

Check out the series Monster Musume if you haven't seen it!

Tech Talk

This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using the model StableMond: 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 - The Lost Episode

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Kimihito's bedroom, casting a golden haze over the rumpled white sheets. Miia lay sprawled across the bed, her long, sinuous tail coiled lazily around the pillows like a living rope of shimmering pink scales. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal—musky and sweet, like ripe fruit warmed by the sun, mingling with the faint, earthy tang of her freshly shed skin from the night before. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, the scales on her lower half catching the light and reflecting it in iridescent patterns that danced like tiny flames.

Miia's golden eyes, slitted with desire, fluttered half-closed as she arched her back slightly, her ample breasts heaving with each quickened breath. The soft, plush mattress dipped under her weight, cradling her human-like torso while her tail twitched involuntarily, the tip curling and uncurling with anticipation. She could feel the cool air kissing her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat building between her thighs. Her nipples, pert and flushed a deeper pink, hardened further as a shiver ran through her, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

"Ohhh, Darling isn't home yet," she murmured to herself, her voice a sultry hiss that echoed softly in the quiet room, laced with that playful lilt she reserved for her most teasing moods. Her forked tongue flicked out briefly, tasting the air—salty with her own excitement, a hint of the lavender soap from her morning bath lingering on her lips. She let out a low, throaty giggle, her sharp fangs glinting as she smiled wickedly. "But I bet you're watching, aren't you? Mmm, I can almost feel your eyes on me, devouring every inch of my body. Don't think I don't know how badly you want this."

Her hands, with their neatly painted red nails, trailed slowly down her toned abdomen, fingers tracing the subtle ridges where smooth skin met scaled tail. The touch was feather-light at first, teasing herself as much as anyone who might imagine being there. She gasped softly, the sound wet and breathy, as her palms cupped her breasts, squeezing them firmly. The flesh yielded under her grip, warm and soft, sending jolts of electricity through her nerves. She pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently at first, then harder, tugging until a sharp moan escaped her lips. "Ah! Yes, just like that... Feels so good, doesn't it? Imagine how much better it would be if I was wrapping my tail around you right now, squeezing just enough to make you beg."

The room filled with the subtle sounds of her movements—the rustle of sheets as her tail shifted, the slick, wet schlick as her fingers ventured lower. Miia's arousal was evident, her vulva already swollen and slick, the pink folds glistening with her juices that trickled down onto the bed, leaving a damp spot that cooled against her scales. She spread her legs—or rather, parted the coils of her tail—wider, her hands finally reaching her most sensitive spot. With deliberate slowness, she used two fingers to part her labia, exposing the throbbing entrance to her warmth. The cool air hit her clit like a caress, making her hips buck involuntarily. "Look at me," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, eyes gleaming with mischief. "So wet and ready. I bet you're aching just thinking about it. But this is my little show... for now."

She circled her clit with one finger, the pad pressing down in slow, firm rotations that built the pressure agonizingly. The sensation was electric—hot waves radiating from that bundle of nerves, making her toes (or what passed for them at the end of her tail) curl. Her other hand dipped lower, two fingers sliding easily into her slick heat, the walls clenching around them with a greedy pull. The stretch was delicious, a mix of fullness and friction that had her panting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could taste the salt of her own sweat on her lips as she bit down lightly, suppressing a louder cry. The scent intensified, her pheromones filling the air like an intoxicating perfume, heavy and primal.

Miia's tail thrashed slightly, knocking a pillow to the floor with a soft thump, as she pumped her fingers deeper, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside. "Nngh... Oh gods, right there," she whimpered, her voice breaking into a series of moans that grew louder, more unrestrained. The wet sounds of her self-pleasure echoed obscenely—squishy and rhythmic, punctuated by the slap of her palm against her mound. Her body trembled, scales rippling like water under a breeze, as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, a serpent of ecstasy ready to strike. She added a third finger, the added girth making her hiss in delight, her hips grinding up to meet her hand. "You like that? Watching me fuck myself like this? Mmm, I can feel it building... so close. Bet you'd love to taste me, feel how hot and tight I am."

Her free hand returned to her breast, kneading it roughly as she chased her release. The room spun with sensory overload—the warmth of the sun on her skin, the cool slide of her own fluids down her tail, the metallic tang in her mouth from biting her lip too hard. Miia's moans turned into cries, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her. Waves of bliss pulsed through her, her inner walls spasming around her fingers, juices squirting in hot spurts that soaked the sheets further. "Ahh! Yes, yes, cumming so hard!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, raw and unfiltered. Her tail constricted around the bedframe, wood creaking under the pressure, as aftershocks rippled through her.

Finally, she slumped back, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Her fingers withdrew with a final, slick pop, and she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean with deliberate slowness, savoring the tangy, sweet flavor of her own essence. "Mmm... Delicious. But don't get too comfortable," she teased, her eyes sparkling with renewed energy. "This is just the beginning. I could go all day... and I know you'd watch every second."

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