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jewel, kazooie, and lady kluck (bubble tea challenge and etc) directed by gridanon
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This is my kind of bird watching!

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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

AI Story - Tea for Three

The sun-dappled park hummed with the lazy buzz of distant bees and the rustle of leaves overhead, a warm breeze carrying the mingled scents of fresh-cut grass, blooming jasmine, and the sweet, milky aroma of brown-sugar bubble tea that clung to the air like a lover's whisper. In the heart of a sunlit clearing, three avian beauties had turned a silly internet challenge into something far more intoxicating, their anthropomorphic forms—feathered heads atop curvaceous, sun-kissed bodies—drawing the eye in ways that made the very air feel thicker, heavier with unspoken heat.

Kazooie stood on the left, her red and yellow plumage glowing like fire under the golden rays, her sharp green eyes narrowed in that familiar mix of irritation and reluctant thrill. Her modest chest, pert and defiant, required her clawed hands to press firmly together, the soft, warm give of her own flesh yielding under her grip as she balanced the single cup of tapioca-laden tea precariously between them. The cool plastic pressed against her heated skin, sending tiny shivers racing along her nerves, while the thick, chewy pearls inside sloshed gently with every subtle shift of her weight. She sucked hard on the red straw, the sweet, creamy liquid flooding her beak with a burst of caramel and milk that coated her tongue like velvet sin, but her expression was pure fire—beak clenched around the straw, crest feathers ruffled in annoyance. "This is absolute bollocks," she grumbled, her voice a husky rasp edged with that signature sass, the words vibrating through her chest and making the cup wobble teasingly. "You two with your ridiculous... assets. Mine barely hold a bloody sip. Feels like the universe is laughin' at me while I'm squeezin' these pathetic little things together just to not spill all over myself." The frustration in her tone did nothing to hide the way her breath hitched, the warmth of her palms against her sensitive curves sending a flush creeping up her neck, her talons digging just a little deeper into the yielding softness as if to punish the challenge itself.

Beside her, Jewel radiated effortless allure, her vibrant blue feathers shimmering like ocean waves in the sunlight, the pink hibiscus tucked behind her crest adding a playful, tropical flair that matched the sultry sway of her hips. Her generous bust cradled the cup with natural perfection, the weight of it nestled warmly against her, the straw slipping smoothly between her full, glossy lips as she took a long, languid sip. The boba's subtle chew and the rich, velvety sweetness danced across her palate, a cool contrast to the building heat radiating from her body—the sun warming her exposed skin, the faint sheen of perspiration making her curves glisten invitingly. Her turquoise eyes sparkled with mischief and quiet confidence, half-lidded as she savored not just the drink but the way the challenge made her feel alive, desired, untamed. "Oh, Kazooie, darling," she purred, her voice a smooth, melodic lilt laced with that wild Rio fire, the words rolling off her tongue like honeyed temptation as she leaned ever so slightly forward, the gentle bounce of her form making the cup shift in the most hypnotic way. "Don't be so grumpy about it. Look at you, all flushed and fierce—it's adorable. Here, let me help... just a little." With a teasing wink, she reached out one elegant talon, her touch feather-light as it brushed Kazooie's wrist, guiding her hands with a warmth that lingered like an electric spark, sending a ripple of sensation through both of them. The contact was innocent on the surface, but the way Jewel's breath mingled with the sweet tea-scented air, the soft press of her body heat so close, turned the moment into something charged, intimate, the distant birdsong fading into the background of their shared, unspoken pulse.

And then there was Lady Kluck, the undisputed queen of the absurd spectacle, her plump, white-feathered form a vision of bountiful excess on the right, her massive, heaving chest defying all logic as it effortlessly supported not one, but two overflowing cups of bubble tea. The blue fabric of her medieval-style dress strained deliciously against her curves, the wimple framing her face in a way that only amplified her mischievous grin, her yellow beak parted around dual red straws as she slurped with gleeful abandon. The dual sips created a symphony of wet, satisfying sounds—the pearls popping softly between her teeth, the creamy liquid sliding down her throat in thick, indulgent swallows that left her licking her beak with a satisfied smack. The warmth of the sun baked into her generous assets, making the skin beneath her feathers tingle with a lazy, building ache, the faint stickiness of spilled tea droplets tracing cool paths down her cleavage like teasing fingers. She let out a booming, throaty laugh that shook her entire frame, the motion sending delicious tremors through the cups and drawing the eye inexorably to the way her body moved with such unapologetic joy. "Och, lassies! Would ye look at the pair o' ye?" she boomed in that thick Scottish brogue, her voice rich and rolling like aged whiskey, laced with a playful growl that made the air vibrate. "Kazooie, ye wee spitfire, squeezin' those bonnie wee handfuls like they're tryin' to escape—yer face is redder than yer feathers, an' I love it! An' Jewel, ye sly minx, sippin' away like a proper temptress in the jungle. But me? Ha! These two beauties could balance the whole damn teahouse!" She thrust her chest out proudly, the dual cups wobbling in perfect sync, a few stray pearls escaping to roll tantalizingly along her curves before she caught them with a flick of her tongue, the sweet taste exploding in her mouth as she moaned softly in delight. "C'mon, then—let's make a proper game o' it. Kazooie, love, stop yer fussin' an' let me show ye how it's done. Jewel, darlin', give the poor bird a hand... or better yet, a taste." Her eyes danced with wicked invitation, the heat in her gaze palpable as she shifted closer, the combined scents of their teas mingling into something heady and intoxicating, the rustle of feathers against fabric and the soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing creating a private rhythm all their own.

The park around them seemed to fade further, the distant laughter of children and the whisper of wind through the trees becoming mere backdrop to the thickening tension. Kazooie's scowl softened just a fraction as Jewel's talon lingered on her skin, the gentle pressure sending warm sparks dancing down her spine, her own sip turning into a slower, more deliberate pull that made her eyes flutter half-closed. "Fine, you win this round, bluebird," she muttered, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, the words brushing against the straw like a secret. "But don't think I won't get you back for this... that touch of yours is playin' dirty." The admission hung in the air, charged with the faint tremor in her hands as she adjusted her grip, the warmth pooling low in her belly from the combination of the sweet drink, the sun's caress, and the undeniable pull of her companions' proximity.

Jewel's laugh was soft and breathy, a sound like wind chimes in a summer storm, as she tilted her head to sip again, the motion arching her neck gracefully and drawing attention to the elegant line of her throat. "Dirty? Me? Never," she teased, her free talon now tracing a lazy circle on Kazooie's arm, the feather-soft touch igniting trails of goosebumps that had nothing to do with the breeze. "But if you insist... I could always share a sip. Open wide, fiery one." She leaned in closer, her cup tilting just enough to offer the straw, the sweet aroma wafting stronger now, mingling with the faint, earthy scent of her feathers warmed by the sun, the heat between them building like a slow-burning ember.

Lady Kluck watched the exchange with gleaming eyes, her own dual sips turning into playful, exaggerated gulps that made her chest rise and fall in hypnotic waves, the liquid's coolness a stark contrast to the fire building within. "That's the spirit, me dears!" she crowed, her voice a velvet thunder that wrapped around them both. "Share an' share alike—let the tea flow where it may. Kazooie, ye look like ye could use a proper mouthful to cool that temper... an' Jewel, ye minx, keep those eyes on her like that an' we'll all be meltin' before the sun sets." She stepped nearer, the three of them forming a tight, heated triangle now, bodies brushing in accidental-on-purpose grazes—feathers tickling skin, the sticky sweetness of stray droplets shared on beaks and talons, the air thick with the symphony of their breaths, the wet pulls on straws, and the low, throaty chuckles that promised the challenge was only just beginning to unravel into something far more deliciously prolonged. The park's golden light bathed them in a glow that highlighted every curve, every subtle quiver, turning the simple act of drinking into a dance of desire, where the real thrill wasn't in the tea at all, but in the way their worlds collided in this sun-warmed, utterly captivating tangle of sass, grace, and unbridled exuberance.

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