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♪ Booty Booty Booty, Rockin' Everywhere! ♪

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For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

AI Story - Bend Over & Say Grace

The forest air hung thick with the scent of pine sap and warm earth, sunlight dappling through the canopy in golden coins that played across Dixie's tawny fur. She stood in the small clearing, hind legs planted wide, front paws braced against the soft moss as she arched her back into the deepest, most deliberate forward bend imaginable. Her long, silky tail—fluffy as a fox's winter coat—curled high and forward, the creamy underside brushing the small of her own back like a teasing caress. Every slow sway of that extravagant plume sent faint ripples through the surrounding air, carrying the faint musk of her arousal mingled with the clean sweetness of crushed wildflowers beneath her paws.

From this angle her hindquarters dominated everything. The twin globes of her rear were impossibly full, impossibly plush, each cheek a perfect, heart-shaped swell of velvety tan fur that caught the light and threw it back in soft, burnished highlights. Between them the delicate pink slit of her sex glistened openly, swollen lips parted just enough to reveal the slick inner folds that pulsed faintly with her heartbeat. A single bead of clear arousal gathered at the lowest point, trembled, then slid in a slow, shining trail down the inside of one thick thigh, leaving a dark, wet streak against the cream-colored fur there. The sight was obscene in its beauty—raw, dripping invitation wrapped in Disney-polished elegance.

Dixie let out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated straight through her core and into the open air.

"Mmm… look at you, sugar," she purred, voice husky with that signature Reba drawl, every syllable dripping slow honey. "Starin' so hard I can practically feel those eyes burnin' holes right through me. You like what you see, don'tcha? This big, fluffy booty just beggin' for attention…"

She shifted her weight deliberately, making the heavy curves jiggle once—twice—before settling again. The motion caused her vulva to wink open a fraction wider; another glistening thread of slick stretched and snapped, dripping soundlessly onto the moss below. The wet pat was barely audible, yet it seemed to echo in the quiet glade.

"Bet you're breathin' all heavy right now," she teased, ears flicking back playfully. "Can almost hear it… that quick little pant you can't quite hide. Poor thing. And here I am, all bent over nice and pretty just for you, showin' off every last inch like it's Christmas mornin'."

Her front paws slid inward until the pads met in the center. She pressed them together in perfect alignment, then slowly, luxuriously curled her digits until they formed a perfect, plump heart shape—framing the dripping pink heart of her sex like a Valentine's Day card from the devil himself. The position squeezed her inner thighs together just enough to make the outer lips plump outward even more, the delicate seam glistening brighter under the shifting sunbeams.

"See this?" Dixie murmured, voice dropping to a velvet whisper that somehow carried perfectly to wherever you stood. "This little heart I'm makin' with my paws… it's sayin' 'please come worship'. Go on, darlin'. Praise it. Praise this fat, juicy ass that's been teasin' you since the first time you laid eyes on me in that silly ol' movie. Look how full it is… how soft… how it jiggles every time I give the tiniest wiggle…"

On cue she gave the tiniest wiggle—nothing more than a minute roll of her hips—and the motion sent a visible tremor through both cheeks. They clapped together softly once, the sound a muted, fleshy *thup* that made her own breath hitch. Fresh arousal welled up immediately, coating her inner thighs in a glossy sheen that caught the light like liquid gold.

"Ohhh, honey," she sighed, long lashes fluttering as she glanced back between her own forelegs. Her wide, dark eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown with heat, a faint flush visible beneath the fur on her cheeks. "You're killin' me with that stare. I can feel it slidin' all over me… up my tail, across my back, lingerin' right here—" She clenched deliberately; the pink ring of muscle higher up fluttered shut then relaxed again in invitation. "—and especially right here…"

Another slow clench. This time her whole vulva pulsed visibly—lips parting, inner walls rippling inward like they were trying to draw something deeper. A thick rope of slick slid free and stretched downward in a glistening strand before finally breaking with a tiny, wet *plink* against the ground.

Dixie moaned—low, shameless, the sound rolling out of her chest like distant thunder.

"God almighty, I'm so wet it's practically runnin' rivers," she confessed, voice trembling with exaggerated drama and genuine need. "All 'cause I know you're watchin'. Knowin' you're achin'. Knowin' you'd give anything to bury your face between these cheeks and just… *breathe* me in. Smell that sweet, musky heat mixin' with pine needles and sunshine. Taste how slick I get when I think about bein' your personal little altar…"

She rocked forward onto her toes—paws still locked in that perfect heart—then rocked back again, letting her rear bounce once with deliberate force. The clap of furred flesh was louder this time, wetter, punctuated by the obscene squelch of her folds sliding against each other.

"Look at that bounce," she laughed breathlessly. "Big and soft and so damn full… you could grab handfuls of this ass and still have plenty left over to spank. Bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? Hearin' the smack echo through the trees while I yelp and push back for more…"

Her tail gave a slow, languid swish—brushing the tip across the small of her back, then dragging lower to tease along the cleft of her rear. The fluffy length grazed her own swollen clit; she gasped sharply, hips jerking forward on instinct before she forced herself still again.

"Mmmph—sensitive little button," she whimpered, voice cracking into something softer, needier. "Every time my tail touches it I see stars. Wanna know a secret, sugar? Right now it's throbbin' so hard I can feel my heartbeat *inside* it. Thump-thump-thump… beggin' for a tongue. Or fingers. Or… whatever else you've got in mind."

She tilted her head farther back between her forelegs until her muzzle nearly brushed the moss. Those big, pleading eyes locked on you—wide and glassy and utterly shameless.

"Come closer," Dixie whispered, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I won't bite… much. Just wanna feel you worship this body the way it deserves. Wanna hear you groan when you finally get a real good whiff of me. Wanna feel those hands shakin' as they slide up my thighs, tracin' all this slick I've made just thinkin' about you…"

Another deliberate rock of her hips. Another visible pulse of her sex. Another slow drip that stretched and fell.

"I'm your altar, darlin'," she breathed, voice barely above a sultry murmur now. "Your filthy little prayer. So go ahead… kneel. Praise. *Pray*. 'Cause this big, beautiful booty ain't movin' till you've given it every ounce of devotion it's cravin'."

She clenched again—harder this time—making her entire rear quiver with the effort. The heart her paws formed trembled too, pads glistening with the overflow that had trickled down to coat them.

"And when you're done prayin'…" Dixie's smile turned wicked, eyes glittering. "…maybe I'll let you *taste* the answer."

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