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(year of the horse and etc) directed by gridanon
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I'm the DAY-CARE MAN. Do you know about EGGS? I was raising POKEMON with my wife, you see. We were shocked to find an EGG! How incredible is that?

Ah, it's you! We were raising your POKĂ©MON, and my goodness, we were so surprised! Your POKĂ©MON was holding an EGG! We don't know how it got there, but your POKĂ©MON had it!

Who knows how those eggs get there? So mysterious...

Another one for Rapidash year, aka the year of the fire horse!

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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 - Hot to Trot

In the dim, hay-scented confines of an old wooden barn, where shafts of moonlight pierced through cracked boards like silver daggers, the air crackled with anticipation. The Year of the Fire Horse had just begun on February 17, 2026, and in this hidden sanctuary far from the festival lights, two Rapidash embodied its wild, untamed spirit. The stallion, a towering beast of muscle and flame named Blaze, paced with predatory grace, his white coat gleaming under the flicker of his own mane—a roaring cascade of orange and yellow fire that licked at the rafters without scorching them. His horn spiraled upward like a lance of ivory, and his red eyes burned with primal hunger. Below, his massive cock throbbed, thick and veined, a deep pink shaft that dripped with precum, its flared head glistening in the low light. Heavy balls swung pendulously between his powerful hind legs, swollen with seed, the musky scent of his arousal thick in the air like smoked leather and salt.

Bound before him was the mare, Ember, her form a vision of submissive perfection. Straps of black leather harnessed her torso, cinching tight around her flanks, accentuating the swell of her hips and the fullness of her udders—pink, engorged teats that leaked warm milk in slow, tantalizing drips onto the straw below. A blindfold masked her eyes, plunging her into darkness, while a red ball gag filled her mouth, muffling her whinnies into wet, desperate gurgles. Her hind legs were splayed wide by a cold metal spreader bar, cuffs biting into her fur just enough to send shivers of pain-pleasure through her body. Her flaming mane and tail flickered dimly, subdued by her position, but her exposed cunt wept with need—puffy lips parted, slick with arousal that carried a sweet, earthy tang, mingling with the barn's musty odor of hay, wood, and faint manure.

Blaze snorted, the sound a deep rumble that vibrated through the floorboards, his hot breath washing over Ember's rear like a desert wind. "Look at you, my fiery slut," he growled, his voice a low, equine rasp laced with dominance, echoing off the walls. "Tied up like a prize filly, dripping for me. The Fire Horse demands tribute, and tonight, you're mine to breed." He reared up, his front hooves slamming down beside her, the impact sending straw flying and a jolt through her restrained body. The heat from his flames intensified, warming the air to a sultry haze, sweat beading on their fur like dew on morning grass.

Ember whimpered around the gag, her body arching instinctively, tail flicking to the side to expose herself further. The leather creaked as she strained, the blindfold heightening every sensation—the rough texture of the straps digging into her skin, the cool metal of the bar chilling her ankles, the sticky warmth of her own milk pooling beneath her udders. She could smell him approaching, that potent stallion musk overwhelming her senses, tasting the salt of her drool seeping past the gag onto her tongue. "Mmmph... please..." she managed to mumble, the words garbled but pleading, her cunt clenching in anticipation, juices trickling down her inner thighs.

With a triumphant neigh that pierced the night, Blaze mounted her, his massive frame enveloping hers. His cock slapped against her rear first, hot and heavy, the veined length sliding along her slick folds, teasing her entrance with its girth. The touch was electric—velvety skin against her swollen lips, precum mixing with her wetness in a slippery symphony. He thrust forward slowly at first, the flared head breaching her, stretching her tight walls inch by agonizing inch. Ember gasped, the gag muffling her cry into a throaty moan, her body trembling as he filled her completely, his balls pressing against her clit with a soft, insistent thud. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn of the stretch, the heat of his shaft pulsing inside her like a living flame, the friction igniting nerves she didn't know she had.

"Fuck, you're tight," Blaze grunted, his hips bucking as he began to pound into her, the rhythm building like a galloping herd. Each thrust slapped wetly against her, the sound echoing in the barn—slap, slap, slap—mingled with the sizzle of their flames flaring brighter, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air grew thick with their scents: her sweet nectar, his salty musk, the acrid tang of sweat and fire. Ember's udders swayed with every impact, milk squirting in rhythmic jets, splattering the hay and adding a creamy, lactic aroma that made Blaze's nostrils flare. He leaned down, nipping at her neck with sharp teeth, the bite drawing a muffled scream from her, pain blooming into pleasure as blood welled faintly, tasting metallic on his tongue when he licked the mark.

"Take it all, you bound whore," he snarled, his voice rough and commanding, hooves pawing at her sides as he drove deeper, his cock bottoming out with each brutal plunge. The spreader bar rattled, metal clinking like chains in a dungeon, keeping her open and helpless as he claimed her. Ember's world was sensation overload: the blindfold amplifying the sounds—his grunts, her slick squelches, the crackle of flames; the smells—musk, milk, hay; the tastes—drool and the faint copper from her bitten lip; the touches—his fur brushing hers, his balls slapping her teats, sending jolts through her sensitive nipples. Her cunt clenched around him, walls rippling in ecstasy, building toward release as he hammered her g-spot relentlessly.

Blaze's pace quickened, his flames roaring higher, illuminating the barn in a hellish glow. "Gonna fill you up, breed you full of my fire," he panted, breath hot against her ear, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her sweat. Ember bucked back as much as her restraints allowed, her muffled pleas turning to ecstatic whines: "Yesssh... breed me... mmmph!" The pressure built, her body coiling like a spring, until orgasm crashed over her—waves of heat radiating from her core, cunt spasming around his cock, milking him as juices gushed out, soaking his balls and the straw below. The sensation pushed him over the edge; with a final, thunderous thrust, Blaze roared, his cock erupting inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her depths, hot and viscous, overflowing in creamy spurts that dripped down her legs, the excess mixing with her milk in a messy puddle. His balls contracted, pumping load after load, the warmth spreading through her like liquid fire, marking her as his.

They remained locked together, panting, the aftershocks rippling through their bodies. Blaze nuzzled her neck gently now, flames dimming to a soft glow. "Good girl," he murmured, voice softening with satisfaction. "The Fire Horse year starts with new life—our foal will burn bright." Ember hummed contentedly around the gag, her body lax in the restraints, senses swimming in the haze of post-climax bliss: the sticky feel of cum leaking from her stretched cunt, the lingering taste of exertion on her lips, the soothing crackle of subsiding flames, the rich, mingled scents of sex and satisfaction filling the barn.

As the night wore on, the barn settled into quiet, save for their heavy breaths and the distant echo of festival fireworks. Blaze dismounted slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, trailing strings of cum that glistened in the moonlight. He circled her, admiring his work—the harness marks on her fur, the blindfold damp with tears of pleasure, her udders still leaking, her cunt gaping slightly, oozing his seed. "You're perfect like this," he said, voice a possessive rumble. "But we're not done. The night is young, and I want more." He tugged at the spreader bar with his hoof, eliciting a shiver from her, and positioned himself again, cock already hardening, ready for round two.

Ember's heart raced, blindfold hiding her eager eyes, but her body betrayed her excitement—tail lifting, cunt winking invitingly. "More... please..." she garbled, the gag doing little to hide her desperation. Blaze chuckled darkly, flames flaring anew as he teased her entrance once more, sliding his slick shaft along her folds, collecting their mixed fluids. The touch was torturous, hypersensitive nerves firing like sparks. He entered her swiftly this time, no preamble, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She arched, a muffled scream escaping, pleasure bordering on pain as he stretched her cum-filled depths.

Their second coupling was fiercer, Blaze's hips a blur, pounding her with animalistic fervor. The barn shook with their intensity—hooves scraping hay, leather straining, flames whooshing like bellows. Sweat flew from their bodies, evaporating in hisses on their fiery manes. Ember's udders bounced wildly, milk spraying in arcs, some landing on Blaze's chest where he licked it off, the creamy sweetness exploding on his tongue amid the salt of their exertion. "Taste yourself on me," he commanded, leaning forward to press his muzzle near hers, sharing the flavor in a messy, gagged kiss around the ball.

Her climax hit harder this time, body convulsing, cunt gushing around him in squirting waves that soaked his underbelly. Blaze followed suit, adding another torrent of cum to her overflowing womb, the excess bubbling out in frothy streams. They collapsed together, bound by restraints and passion, the air heavy with their essence—musk, cum, milk, fire. Hours passed in a cycle of rutting and rest, each round more intense: Blaze flipping her harness to expose new angles, tonguing her teats until she squirted milk in ecstasy, whispering filthy promises of endless breeding.

By dawn, the barn reeked of their marathon, straw matted with fluids, flames smoldering low. Ember, exhausted but sated, nuzzled against him as he released her gag and blindfold. "You own me now," she whispered hoarsely, voice raw from moans. Blaze grinned, horn glowing. "And I'll claim you every night of this Fire Horse year." Their flames intertwined, a symbol of their bond, as the sun rose on a world unaware of the inferno they'd unleashed.

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