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amy rose, blaze the cat, and rouge the bat (sonic the hedgehog (series) and etc) directed by gridanon
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This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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 - Itty Bitty Kitty Tittes vs Big Fat Bat Tats

In the heart of a sun-drenched park on the outskirts of Station Square, where the distant hum of city life blended with the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, three unlikely companions found themselves entangled in a moment that simmered with unspoken desires. Blaze the Cat, the fiery princess from another dimension, stood with her arms crossed tightly over her modest chest, her lavender fur glistening faintly under the warm afternoon sun. Her athletic tank top clung to her slim, toned frame, the black fabric stretching just enough to hint at the subtle curves beneath, but nothing more. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, not from her pyrokinesis, but from a prickling envy that gnawed at her core. Beside her, Amy Rose fidgeted, her pink quills bobbing with every nervous shift, her emerald eyes wide and darting between her friends. Amy's own outfit mirrored Blaze's—snug shorts hugging her rounded hips, the crop top exposing a sliver of her soft midriff—but being sandwiched between the two made her heart race, a flush spreading across her peach muzzle like wildfire. And then there was Rouge the Bat, lounging with effortless grace on Amy's other side, her wings folded lazily behind her as she struck a pose that screamed confidence. Rouge's voluptuous figure was a masterpiece of allure; her gigantic breasts strained against the confines of her tank top, the fabric taut and revealing every generous swell, every subtle bounce with her breathing. Her orange-tan skin glowed, scented with a faint, intoxicating vanilla musk that wafted in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of fresh grass and blooming flowers nearby.

Blaze's golden eyes narrowed, flicking involuntarily to Rouge's ample bosom. The bat's curves were impossible to ignore—plump, heaving orbs that seemed to defy gravity, drawing the light and casting soft shadows that accentuated their fullness. Blaze's own chest felt painfully inadequate in comparison, flat and unremarkable beneath her crossed arms, a stark reminder of her regal but restrained physique. She shifted her weight, the soft fabric of her shorts whispering against her thighs, and a low growl escaped her throat, masked as a cough. "Hmph, must be nice," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with a sharp edge, like the crackle of embers. The envy burned hotter than any flame she could summon, a mix of resentment and reluctant fascination that made her tail twitch irritably, brushing against Amy's leg in the process.

Amy jolted at the touch, her body already humming with an electric arousal that she couldn't quite suppress. Being wedged between Blaze's intense warmth and Rouge's cool, seductive presence was overwhelming; the air felt thicker here, charged with a tension that prickled her skin like static. She could smell Blaze's subtle spicy scent—cinnamon and smoke, a remnant of her fiery powers—clashing deliciously with Rouge's sweeter, more alluring perfume. Amy's hands hovered near her own chest, fingers twitching as if to adjust her top, but really, she was hyper-aware of how her body responded: nipples hardening against the fabric, a warm flush pooling low in her belly. "O-oh, guys," she stammered, her voice breathy and higher-pitched than usual, green eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "This workout gear... it's, um, really snug, isn't it? I feel like everyone's staring." Her gaze lingered on Rouge's chest, then darted to Blaze's frustrated expression, and back again, her pulse thundering in her ears like a drumbeat urging her closer.

Rouge's turquoise eyes gleamed with mischief as she caught the glances, her full lips curling into a smug, knowing smile that revealed a hint of fang. She leaned in slightly, her gigantic breasts shifting with the motion, brushing ever so lightly against Amy's arm—a deliberate tease that sent a shiver through the hedgehog. The contact was electric, soft and yielding yet firm, like silk-wrapped pillows warmed by the sun. Rouge's voice was a sultry purr, low and velvety, carrying the faint echo of her wings fluttering softly in the breeze. "Staring? Darling, why wouldn't they? With assets like these, I practically demand attention." She placed a manicured hand on her hip, arching her back just enough to emphasize her curves, the tank top creaking faintly under the strain. The scent of her vanilla-laced lotion intensified, wrapping around Amy like an invisible embrace, while the distant chirp of birds and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot faded into the background. Rouge's smugness was intoxicating, a cocktail of confidence and playfulness that made Blaze's envy spike and Amy's arousal deepen. "But don't worry, Amy sweetie," Rouge continued, her tone dripping with honeyed allure, "you're looking positively delectable yourself. And Blaze... oh, honey, if looks could kill, I'd be ash by now. Jealous much?"

Blaze's cheeks burned brighter, her fur standing on end as she uncrossed her arms, only to cross them again, tighter this time. The envy twisted inside her like a coiled flame, hot and insistent, making her aware of every inch of her own body—the way her small breasts barely filled her top, the lean muscles of her abdomen flexing with tension. She could taste the bitterness on her tongue, sharp like charred wood, but beneath it lurked a forbidden curiosity. "Jealous? Of what, your oversized... distractions?" she shot back, her voice a husky whisper laced with defiance, though her eyes betrayed her, lingering on the hypnotic rise and fall of Rouge's chest. The bat's breasts were gigantic, indeed—round and full, jiggling subtly with each chuckle that escaped Rouge's lips, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with a throaty rumble. Blaze's hands itched to reach out, to compare, to feel the difference, but she held back, the park's warm air suddenly feeling too close, too heavy against her heated skin.

Amy, caught in the crossfire, felt her breath hitch, her body thrumming with an arousal that bordered on dizzying. The proximity was maddening; Blaze's fiery heat radiated from one side, warming her fur and making her sweat glisten, while Rouge's cooler, bat-like aura sent goosebumps racing across her other arm. She could hear the subtle sounds—the soft rustle of fabric as Rouge shifted, the quickened breaths from Blaze's frustration, her own heartbeat pounding like a bass line in a forbidden symphony. "Y-you two are... incredible," Amy murmured, her voice trembling with desire, her hands finally daring to graze both their arms—one firm and warm, the other smooth and teasing. The touch sent sparks through her, a cascade of sensations: the velvety texture of Blaze's fur, the silky glide of Rouge's skin. Her mind raced with images, her arousal building like a storm, making her thighs press together instinctively against the growing ache. "I mean, Blaze, you're so strong and fierce... and Rouge, those... wow, they're just... perfect. Being here, between you both, it's like... I can't even think straight."

Rouge laughed, a rich, melodic sound that vibrated through the air, her gigantic breasts heaving with the motion, drawing both girls' eyes like magnets. She stepped closer, effectively pinning Amy more firmly between them, her wing brushing Amy's back in a feather-light caress that made the hedgehog gasp. The scent of vanilla mingled with Amy's own floral perfume—roses and sweetness—and Blaze's spice, creating a heady bouquet that filled their shared space. "Perfect, huh? Flattery will get you everywhere, pinky," Rouge teased, her smug grin widening as she eyed Blaze over Amy's head. "Come on, Blaze, admit it. You wish you had a pair like mine—soft, bouncy, and oh-so-irresistible. I can see it in your eyes, that little spark of want." Her words were a velvet trap, each syllable designed to provoke, to entice, her breath warm against Amy's ear as she leaned in.

Blaze's resolve cracked just a fraction, her envy morphing into something warmer, more complex—a blend of rivalry and reluctant admiration that made her pulse quicken. She reached out, her gloved hand hovering near Rouge's shoulder, close enough to feel the bat's body heat. "Fine, they're... impressive," she conceded gruffly, her voice softening into a murmur, the words tasting like surrender on her lips. The park around them seemed to fade—the laughter of distant joggers, the whisper of wind through trees—all drowned out by the intimate bubble they created. Blaze's fingers brushed Amy's side instead, a tentative touch that made the hedgehog whimper softly, her arousal peaking as she pressed back against both of them.

Amy's world narrowed to the sensations enveloping her: the press of Blaze's firm body on one side, unyielding yet comforting, like a controlled blaze; Rouge's curvaceous form on the other, yielding and tempting, her gigantic breasts a constant, mesmerizing presence that brushed against Amy's arm with every breath. The arousal coursed through her like liquid fire, making her skin tingle, her breath come in shallow pants. "Please... don't stop talking like that," she begged, her voice a needy whisper, eyes fluttering shut as she savored the moment. "It feels so good... being here, feeling you both."

Rouge's smugness only grew, her eyes locking with Blaze's in a silent challenge, her hand sliding to Amy's waist in a possessive grip. "See? Even the princess can't resist. Let's make this afternoon unforgettable, girls." The words hung in the air, pregnant with promise, as the three of them stood there, bodies close, hearts racing, the erotic tension weaving a spell that none wanted to break. The sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over their forms, but the real heat came from within—the envy, the smug allure, the shared arousal that bound them in this sensual dance of desire.

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