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

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

The alley pulsed with a sultry undercurrent, the neon "CIBEE" sign buzzing overhead like a persistent whisper, its pinkish glow bathing everything in a flirtatious haze that made shadows dance across the damp bricks. The air was thick, heavy with the remnants of a recent rain—petrichor mingling with the sharp tang of urban grit, exhaust fumes from passing cars weaving through like uninvited guests, but cutting through it all was her scent: a intoxicating cocktail of jasmine perfume laced with vanilla body lotion, warm and musky from her golden fur, so potent it wrapped around you like a forbidden hug, teasing the nostrils with promises of closer indulgence. Brandy Harrington, that bombshell of a dog with curves that could stop traffic, lounged against the wall like she owned the night, her zebra-striped fur coat slung open just enough to showcase every sinful inch of her figure, the plush fur lining brushing her bare shoulders with a ticklish softness that made her shiver deliciously, her skin prickling under the cool night breeze.

"Oh, honey," she drawled in that signature valley-girl sass, her voice a velvet whip cracking through the quiet, dripping with attitude and allure, each word stretched out like taffy—sweet but with a bite. Her blue eyes, framed by that electric purple shadow and impossibly long lashes, sparkled with wicked intent from behind those heart-shaped sunglasses, perched precariously on her blonde pigtails that swayed like golden waterfalls, catching the light and shimmering as if daring you to reach out and tangle your fingers in them. She pushed the shades down her black nose with a manicured pink nail, peering over them with a smirk that screamed 'I know I'm hot, and you're lucky to look.' "You think you can just stumble into my alley and get a free show? Please, as if. I'm Brandy Harrington, of the Florida Harringtons—pure pedigree perfection, darling. And you? You're just another admirer drooling over this flawless bod. But hey, I get it; who wouldn't?"

Her pink glittery tube top clung to her like a second skin, sparkling under the erratic neon flicker, the fabric slick and cool against her fur, hugging her ample cleavage and toned midriff in a way that screamed sex appeal, every breath she took making it rise and fall with hypnotic rhythm. She arched her back just a tad, pressing against the rough brick that scratched teasingly at her coat, the contrast of cold stone and warm fur sending a ripple through her body, her fluffy tail swishing lazily behind her with a soft whoosh that stirred the air, releasing another wave of her scent—sweet, floral, with an undercurrent of something primal, like heated skin after a steamy escapade. The tiger-print belt on her tiny denim shorts cinched her waist like a lover's grip, the heart-shaped buckle gleaming mockingly, its metallic clink echoing as she shifted her hips, the chain dangling from it brushing her thigh with a cool, tantalizing graze that made her fur stand on end, every link a whisper of temptation against her smooth, tan pelt.

"Mmm, feel that chill in the air? It's got nothing on how hot I make things," she sassed, her lips curling into a pouty grin, painted a glossy pink that caught the light like wet candy, her tongue flicking out to trace them slowly, tasting the strawberry sweetness that lingered there, sticky and inviting. The motion was pure provocation, her breath exhaling in a warm puff that carried the minty freshness of her gum mixed with that lip gloss tang, cutting through the alley's heavier smells like a sharp, seductive knife. She ran her hands down her sides, fingers trailing over the exposed skin of her belly, velvety soft and warm to the imagined touch, nails scraping lightly to send a visible shiver up her spine. "Look at these curves—hourglass heaven, baby. This top? It's barely containing all this fabulousness. And these shorts? Riding up just right to show off legs that go on forever. Jealous much? You should be; not everyone's built like a goddess."

With a sassy flip of her pigtails, she adjusted her choker, the blue gem pendant dangling between her collarbones, cool and smooth against her fur, throwing tiny rainbows across her chest as it swayed with her movements. The heart charms on her chain bracelet jingled softly, a tinkling melody that synced with the distant thrum of city bass, like a private soundtrack to her tease. She hooked a thumb into her belt loop, tugging her shorts even lower on her hips, the denim stretching with a faint creak, exposing more of that golden fur dusted with a subtle sheen from her lotion, silky and begging to be stroked. "Oh, don't even pretend you're not staring. I see you eyeing this purse—cute, right? Heart-shaped and pink, just like my vibe. But what's inside? Secrets, sweetie. Naughty little things that'd make your head spin. Too bad you're not on my level; I'd have to upgrade you first."

The alley's damp floor squelched faintly under her imagined heels as she pushed off the wall, stepping closer with a sway that made her coat flare out, the zebra stripes rippling like liquid sin, the fur trim so plush it whispered against the air, stirring up dust motes that tickled the nose with their gritty bite. Her presence was overwhelming—heat radiating from her body in waves, contrasting the cool night, her scent intensifying to a heady bloom of jasmine and vanilla, now spiked with the subtle saltiness of her excitement, like ocean spray on sun-warmed skin. She twirled a pigtail around her finger, the blonde strands soft and bouncy, releasing yet another floral whiff that mingled with the alley's oily undertones, creating a sensory overload that clouded the mind. "God, I'm so bored with basic. You think you can handle a queen like me? With this tail swishing, these hips swaying—it's criminal how sexy I am. But go on, keep gawking; it's the closest you'll get without begging."

Brandy leaned in just a fraction more, her breath warm and rhythmic, carrying that strawberry-mint tease, her eyes locking with a sassy challenge as she blew another kiss, her lips puckering with exaggerated flair, the air between humming with unspoken electricity. "Pucker up, loser—air kiss only for you. Taste that? Sweet, huh? That's me, all sugar and spice, but mostly spice. This jacket? Zebra fierce with tiger bite—matches my mood. Soft fur on the outside, wild heat underneath. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? What it'd feel like to peel it off... slowly." She laughed then, a bubbly cascade that echoed off the bricks, effervescent like popping bubbles but laced with a husky edge, her whole body shaking with it, curves jiggling just enough to drive the point home.

Crossing her arms under her chest, pushing everything up in a deliberate display, she cocked her head, ears flopping sassily, the motion sending her sunglasses sliding down again. "Seriously, darling, you're obsessed. This midriff? Taut and tempting. These accessories? Dripping in glam. And my attitude? Unmatched. I could strut out of here and leave you in the dust, but where's the fun in that? Nah, I'll stick around a bit longer—let you marinate in how utterly irresistible I am." Her tail curled around her leg, brushing her calf with fluffy softness, the sensation making her sigh contentedly, a sound like satin sheets rustling. The neon flickered brighter, casting her in a glowing aura, every inch of her exuding that spoiled, sexy confidence—the kind that teased without mercy, sassy quips flying like arrows wrapped in velvet.

As the city's distant horns blared, mixing with her jingling chains and the soft rustle of her coat, Brandy tapped her nail against her belt buckle, the ping sharp and rhythmic, syncing with your imagined pulse. "Hear that heartbeat? That's the city—or maybe it's you, all flustered from little old me. Pathetic, but cute. Keep dreaming, sweetie; this level of hotness doesn't come cheap." She spun on her heel once more, giving a full, tantalizing view, her scent lingering like a perfume bomb, senses assaulted from every angle—sight of her curves, sound of her sass, smell of her allure, touch of the imagined breeze carrying her warmth, taste of the sweet air she flavored. And just like that, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder with one last smirk. "What, still here? Good boy. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll tease you some more. But remember—I'm the star; you're just the audience."