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

In the dimly lit confines of an old warehouse on the edge of Merrie Melodies suburbia, where the air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of motor oil from forgotten machinery, Tina Russo perched on the edge of a weathered workbench. The room was a forgotten relic, pipes snaking along the ceiling like veins in a mechanical beast, and a single sliver of moonlight pierced through a grimy window, casting ethereal glows across her pale yellow feathers. The atmosphere was thick, almost tangible, carrying the subtle musk of her perfume—something spicy and warm, like cinnamon mixed with vanilla—that teased the senses and promised unspoken adventures. Tina's brown hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her face with that signature "Rachel" cut, but tonight, it was slightly disheveled, as if she'd just shaken off the frustrations of a long day at the Copy Place.

She was dressed—or rather, undressed—in black lace lingerie that hugged her athletic frame like a second skin, the straps thin and delicate against her toned shoulders. But it was her lower half that commanded absolute attention, a masterpiece of curves that seemed sculpted by some mischievous animator with a penchant for exaggeration. Her buttocks were enormous, plush and rounded, swelling out in a hypnotic swell that defied gravity yet invited it all the same. They were the kind of assets that turned heads in the cartoon world, where physics bent to whimsy, but here, in this shadowed sanctuary, they were a focal point of raw, magnetic allure. The feathers there were softer than silk, shimmering under the faint light with a glossy sheen, and the way her thong disappeared into the cleft only accentuated their sheer volume, making them jiggle ever so slightly with each breath she took. The air around her seemed warmer, charged with an electric hum that made the fine down on her skin stand on end, and the subtle sound of her feathers rustling against the wood echoed like a whisper in the quiet space.

Daffy Duck, her hapless yet endearing boyfriend, stood a few feet away, his black feathers ruffled in nervous anticipation. The warehouse was their secret spot, a place they'd stumbled upon during one of his ill-fated schemes to "strike it rich" by scavenging old junk. But tonight, no schemes—just the two of them, the creak of floorboards under his webbed feet, and the distant hum of crickets outside mingling with the rhythmic thump of his heart. He could smell the faint tang of her sweat from the day's exertions, mixed with that intoxicating perfume, and it made his beak twitch. His eyes were glued to her form, tracing the curve of her back down to where her tail feathers fluffed out like a teasing invitation. "Tina," he stammered, his voice a mix of his usual bluster and genuine awe, "you... you're somethin' else. I mean, look at you. That... that backside of yours. It's like two perfect moons crashed into each other and decided to set up shop right there."

Tina glanced over her shoulder, her orange beak curling into a smirk that was equal parts annoyance and flirtation. Her purple-shadowed eyes narrowed, but there was a blush creeping across her cheeks, warm and rosy against her yellow plumage. She shifted her weight, and the workbench groaned softly under the pressure of her substantial rear, the wood warming from the heat radiating off her body. The sensation of the cool air brushing against her exposed skin sent a shiver through her, making her feathers puff out just a bit more, enhancing the already overwhelming curves. "Oh yeah? You think so, Daff?" she replied, her voice husky and street-smart, laced with that New Jersey edge that always made his knees weak. It was a sound like velvet over gravel—rough yet inviting, echoing slightly in the empty space. She raised her hand, index finger pointing skyward in a gesture that was both commanding and playful. "Well, if you're gonna stare like that, you might as well do somethin' about it. But listen up, featherbrain—you may spank it, once. And I mean once. No funny business, or I'll deck ya right into next Tuesday."

Daffy's breath hitched, the air tasting faintly metallic from the pipes overhead, but sweetened by her proximity. He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking in protest, and the warmth from her body enveloped him like a hug. Her scent grew stronger now, that spicy vanilla mingling with the natural, earthy aroma of her feathers—clean yet primal, like fresh hay after a rain. He could feel the heat emanating from her massive buttocks, so close now that he could see the fine texture of her downy covering, each feather catching the light in a way that made them glisten. They were huge, yes—voluptuous orbs that dominated her silhouette, drawing the eye inexorably, making her seem both powerful and vulnerable. It was what made her so irresistibly attractive to him; that ass wasn't just big, it was a statement, a testament to her confidence, her no-nonsense attitude wrapped in curves that could make a duck forget his own name. "Tina, baby," he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper that vibrated through the air, "you're killin' me here. That thing... it's like a work of art. Soft, yet firm—bouncy in all the right ways. I could get lost just lookin' at it."

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that resonated in his chest, sending tingles down his spine. The blush on her face deepened, and she bit her lower beak lightly, the sensation of her own teeth against the sensitive skin adding to the building tension. "Flattery'll get you everywhere, but only so far," she teased, her tail feathers twitching involuntarily, brushing against the workbench with a soft, whispering rustle. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken desire, and she could feel the cool draft from the window contrasting with the warmth pooling in her core. Her buttocks, those glorious, enormous globes, shifted again as she adjusted her pose, the lace of her thong pulling taut and sending a subtle friction that made her inhale sharply. It was exhilarating, this game they played—her toughness melting just enough to reveal the fire beneath.

Daffy reached out tentatively, his hand hovering inches from her, feeling the radiant heat like standing too close to a sunlamp. The anticipation was palpable, a taste of salt on his tongue from nervous licking of his beak. "Just once, huh? Alright, I'll make it count." His voice was playful, but there was a huskiness to it, a genuine reverence for the way her body curved so dramatically, how her ass seemed to embody everything he loved about her: the strength, the sass, the sheer physical presence that made her stand out in a world of wacky toons. As his palm connected—lightly, respectfully—the sound was a sharp, satisfying smack that echoed through the warehouse, followed by the soft jiggle of her feathers settling back into place. The impact sent a ripple through her, warm and tingly, like a spark igniting dry tinder. She gasped, a mix of surprise and delight, the sensation lingering on her skin like a kiss from a summer breeze.

"Ooh, not bad," Tina admitted, her voice breathy now, the blush spreading down her neck. She turned her head fully, locking eyes with him, and the room seemed to shrink around them. The scents mingled stronger—her perfume, his faint cologne of cheap aftershave and pond water—and the sounds of their breathing synced in a rhythmic duet. Her buttocks, still smarting pleasantly from the single spank, felt even more pronounced now, a throbbing warmth that made her acutely aware of their size, their allure. They were her secret weapon, the thing that made Daffy look at her like she was the only duck in the pond, and in this moment, she reveled in it. "But that's it, mister. Rules are rules." Yet her tone suggested otherwise, a playful lilt that invited more, even as she held up that finger again, emphasizing the "once" with a wink.

Daffy grinned, stepping back but not breaking eye contact, the aftertaste of the moment sweet on his senses. The warehouse felt alive now, the creaks and hums fading into background music for their intimate dance. Tina's massive ass, that hypnotic focal point, swayed slightly as she hopped off the bench, her feathers brushing against him in passing, soft as a caress. It was what drew him in every time—its hugeness not just physical, but symbolic of her unyielding spirit, her ability to command a room (or a rundown warehouse) with sheer presence. "You're incredible, Tina," he said softly, the words tasting like honey. "That... everything about you. It's why I stick around, projects and all."

She punched his shoulder lightly, the impact a dull thud that made him wince dramatically, but her laugh filled the space, bright and genuine. The air cooled slightly as they moved toward the door, but the memory of that scene lingered, a sensory tapestry of sights, sounds, smells, touches, and tastes that bound them closer. In the world of Looney Tunes, where chaos reigned, moments like this were the real treasures—erotic whispers in the dark, centered on her undeniable, breathtaking allure. And as they stepped out into the night, the moon casting long shadows, Tina glanced back at the warehouse with a sly smile, knowing that "once" might just be the start of something more.