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broodal, hariet, kuromi, my melody, and sue sakamoto directed by gridanon
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This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 3WolfMond-LastSDG: 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 - Hare-Raising Company

The velvet curtains of the "Rabbit Hole Lounge" didn't just block the light; they seemed to swallow the very concept of the outside world, replacing it with the scent of expensive perfume, ozone, and the faint, sweet smell of wild strawberries. You sat in the center of a plush, circular booth, the heavy silence broken only by the synchronized clicking of three sets of heels—or paws—approaching from the shadows.

"Look what the tide washed in," a voice rasped, dripping with a sugary-sweet malice.

Kuromi stepped into the dim spotlight first. She looked exactly like her reputation: a punk-rock nightmare in a black jester’s cap. The pink skull on her forehead seemed to wink at you as she leaned over the table, her face inches from yours. You could smell the black cherry lip gloss she was wearing. She didn't just look at you; she scrutinized you like a bug under a microscope, her dark eyes sparkling with a chaotic energy.

"Pretty quiet, aren't they, Baku?" she chirped to the empty air, her black devil tail flicking back and forth with a rhythmic thwack against the leather upholstery. She reached out, her gloved hand hovering just a hair’s breadth from your cheek. "I thought humans were supposed to be loud and annoying. This one’s just... staring. Like they’ve never seen a girl in a biker gang before. Pathetic."

"Oh, give them a break, Kuromi. They're clearly overwhelmed by the 'star power' in the room."

The air suddenly grew warmer as Hariet sashayed forward. The Broodal’s purple dress shimmered under the low lights, and the heavy, metallic scent of gunpowder and kerosene followed her like a trail of smoke. She didn't sit; she hovered, her long, blonde braids twitching as if they had a mind of their own. She reached into her fascinator hat, pulling out a small, spiked bomb that hissed with a faint, rhythmic glow. She began to juggle it casually, the heat from the device radiating against your skin.

"It’s the eyes," Hariet giggled, a high-pitched, manic sound that made the hair on your neck stand up. "They’re wide, see? Like a desert hare caught in the Odyssey's headlights. Should I give them a little firework show to wake them up? Just a tiny boom?" She leaned in, her braids brushing against your shoulders—the texture was surprisingly coarse, like spun gold dipped in wire. She took a deep breath, practically inhaling your nervousness. "Mmm, you smell like... hesitation. It’s adorable. Bowser’s minions have more backbone, but they aren't half as fun to tease."

Before you could even shift in your seat, a third figure emerged from the periphery. Sue Sakamoto didn't have the theatrical flair of the other two, but her presence was heavy with a different kind of intensity. She looked down at you, her long Mimiga ears drooping slightly, though her expression was one of pure, unadulterated skepticism. She held a small, glowing green controller in her hands, her fingers clicking against the buttons with mechanical precision.

"You guys are doing too much," Sue muttered, her voice a cool contrast to Hariet’s heat. She hopped up onto the table, sitting cross-legged and staring you down with those piercing, amber eyes. "They're just a human. High heart rate, dilated pupils, probably wondering if this is a dream or a glitch in the system." She leaned forward, the white fur of her snout twitching as she caught your scent—the clean smell of laundry detergent and a hint of sweat.

Sue reached out and poked your forehead with a blunt, furry finger. "Hey. Earth to human. You still in there? Or did the 'scary rabbit ladies' break your brain?" She smirked, a sharp, toothy grin that reminded you she wasn't just a girl—she was something transformed. "You're lucky I'm off the clock. Usually, when people look at me like that, I have a Polar Star aimed at their head. But tonight? Tonight, I think I'll just watch you squirm."

Kuromi hopped into the booth on your left, her shoulder pressing firmly against yours. You could feel the coolness of her leather jacket through your sleeve. "Yeah," she whispered into your ear, her breath tickling. "We've got all night. No heroes to save you, no princess in another castle."

Hariet took the spot on your right, her spiked bomb now held dangerously close to the center of the table. The orange glow cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. "And no escape pod," she added with a wink, the metallic scent of her pyrotechnics growing stronger. "Just us. And you. And that delicious look of confusion on your face."

Sue didn't move from the table, remaining perched like a judge. "I'll give them ten minutes before they try to say something," she challenged, tapping a rhythm on her chin. "Any takers?"

Kuromi let out a raucous laugh, the sound echoing through the empty lounge. "I say five! They look like they're about to pop."

The three of them leaned in closer, a tightening circle of black leather, purple silk, and white fur. The world outside the "Rabbit Hole" didn't exist anymore. There was only the sound of their breathing, the hum of Hariet’s bomb, and the overwhelming realization that you were exactly where they wanted you.

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