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ivy pepper (lackadaisy) directed by gridanon
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Lackadaisy is a fun series!

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 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.

I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - Cream of the Crop

Ivy Pepper’s golden eyes sparkled with that signature mischievous glint as she lay sprawled across the rumpled silk sheets of the back-room boudoir above the Little Daisy Café, the air thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex and fresh spunk. The dim glow of the brass bedside lamp cast warm amber highlights over her beige-brown tabby fur, making every sticky rope of cum glisten like liquid pearl against her soft, striped thighs and heaving breasts. Her short black Lulu bob was tousled, the white hibiscus flower still pinned jauntily in her beige beret, now slightly askew from how hard she’d been bouncing on your cock just minutes ago. “Mmmph… fuck, you really let it all out this time, didn’t ya, big boy?” she purred, her voice a breathy, saucy drawl laced with that hotheaded flapper fire, fangs flashing in a wicked grin as thick globs of your seed dripped from her chin and clung to her whiskers.

You stood there at the foot of the bed, your heavy, veined cock still twitching and drooling the last pearly strands onto the sheets, the head glistening with a mix of her slick and your own excessive load. The room smelled like raw, filthy indulgence—her sweet, floral perfume mixed with the sharp, salty tang of cum that coated everything, the faint metallic bite of sweat-slick fur, and the warm, earthy aroma of her soaked pussy still pulsing between her spread legs. Ivy’s left paw—soft pads sticky with mess—reached down and parted her puffy pink folds for you, exposing the creamy white torrent that bubbled and overflowed from her stretched cunt. A thick river of your cum poured out in slow, viscous waves, pooling beneath her ass and soaking into the sheets with wet, obscene squelching sounds that filled the quiet space.

“Goddamn, look at me,” she laughed breathlessly, her tail flicking lazily against the mattress, the tip matted and dripping. “You pumped me so full I’m leakin’ like a busted speakeasy barrel. Feel that?” She dipped two fingers into her gaping hole, scooping out a huge, stringy glob of semen and lifting it to her lips, sucking it off with a loud, wet slurp. The taste—salty-sweet, thick and creamy—made her moan low in her throat, ears twitching. “Tastes like you’ve been savin’ this one up for days, huh? All that hot, sticky nut just for little ol’ Ivy…” Her free paw cupped one of her heavy, cum-glazed tits, pinching the stiff pink nipple until a fresh bead of milk-white seed rolled down the curve and dripped onto her belly.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sheer excess. Ropes of cum crisscrossed her face like abstract art— one thick strand stretching from her forehead down across her left eye, another dangling from her nose and swinging with every breath, a heavy glob clinging to her lower lip before she licked it away with a slow, deliberate swipe of her rough feline tongue. Her breasts were absolutely painted: long, pendulous strands connecting her cleavage, pooling in the valley between them, dripping off the undersides in fat, heavy drops that pattered onto the sheets. Her stomach glistened with a shiny layer that ran in rivulets toward her navel, and her thighs—those soft, striped, powerful thighs—were streaked from knee to crotch, the fur matted flat and shining. The biggest load still surged from deep inside her: every time her inner walls clenched, another gush of your semen forced its way out, bubbling white and frothy around her fingers as she fingered herself lazily, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick echoing alongside her soft, satisfied purring.

“Haah… you really wrecked me tonight,” Ivy groaned, her voice husky and teasing, golden eyes half-lidded with post-orgasmic bliss. She shifted her hips, spreading her legs wider in that perfect M-shape, knees bent and paws gripping her own thighs to hold herself open like an offering. The motion made even more cum spill— a veritable flood now, thick and ropey, pouring out in pulsing waves that matched her racing heartbeat. The sound was filthy: wet, gurgling spurts mixed with the sticky smack of her paw sliding through the mess. “Feel how sloppy I am? That’s all you, baby. Every last drop. I can feel it sloshing around in there… warm, heavy, so fucking much. You came buckets—literally buckets—inside this tight little cat cunt. Bet you could fill a whole flask with what’s still leakin’ out.”

The air grew even thicker with the scent as she worked herself, fingers plunging deeper, stirring the creamy load until it frothed and bubbled obscenely. You could hear the soft, rhythmic squelch of her pussy milking out more of your seed, the wet fabric of the sheets beneath her ass now thoroughly drenched, a visible puddle spreading outward. Her fur was damp with sweat and cum, making the beige-brown stripes darker, slicker; every breath made her chest rise and fall, sending fresh droplets cascading down her nipples. She reached up with her other paw, smearing the mess across her cheek and into her hair, then brought those sticky fingers to your still-hard cock, wrapping them around the base and giving a slow, teasing stroke that made your length throb and spit another thin rope onto her wrist.

“C’mon, don’t just stand there starin’,” she purred, voice turning commanding and playful all at once, that hotheaded spark flashing in her eyes. “You made this mess, now come help me enjoy it. Taste what you did to me.” She scooped another massive glob from her overflowing slit—strings stretching like taffy between her fingers—and held it up toward your mouth, the warm, salty aroma hitting your nose like pure sin. When you leaned in and sucked her fingers clean, the flavor exploded across your tongue: thick, viscous, slightly bitter-sweet, coated with the faint musky tang of her own arousal. Ivy moaned loudly at the sight, her tail lashing, ears flattening in pleasure. “That’s it… drink up every drop. There’s so much more where that came from. I’m absolutely flooded.”

She arched her back, pushing her cum-covered tits toward you, the heavy globes jiggling and sending more seed sliding down her sides. “Look at my tits… you painted ‘em like a goddamn canvas. Feel how slippery they are?” Grabbing your hand, she pressed your palm against her left breast, letting you knead the soft, furred flesh, fingers sinking into the warm, sticky mess. The sensation was overwhelming—velvety fur matted with your load, the firm weight of her tit, the way her nipple hardened instantly under your thumb. She gasped, a sharp, needy sound that turned into a throaty laugh. “Mmm, yeah… squeeze ‘em harder. Make it drip more. I love how it feels sliding all over me, all warm and gooey, like I’ve been marked inside and out.”

Your cock, still rock-hard and pulsing, hovered just inches from her drenched entrance. Ivy’s golden eyes locked onto it, licking her cum-smeared lips. “Don’t think we’re done yet, handsome. You’ve got at least one more load in those balls, I can tell. Look how full they still are—swollen and heavy. C’mon, shove that fat cock back inside me and pump me even fuller. I wanna feel it overflow again… wanna hear that wet squelch when you bottom out in all your own cum.” She guided the head of your dick to her sloppy folds, rubbing it up and down through the creamy mess, the obscene sound of slick flesh on slick flesh filling the room. The heat radiating from her core was incredible—burning hot, slick beyond belief, every inch of her inner walls still fluttering and milking from the previous orgasm.

With a single thrust you sank back into her, the sensation mind-melting: her pussy was a velvet vice coated in your own thick seed, the excess squirting out around your shaft in loud, wet bursts with every inch you buried. “Fuuuuck yes!” Ivy cried out, head tossing back, fangs bared in ecstasy, her beret slipping further as her ears twitched wildly. “Feel that? All that cum you already gave me… it’s squishing around your cock like warm cream. Push deeper—make it gush out!” The visual was hypnotic: every withdrawal dragged thick white ropes clinging to your length, only for the next thrust to force even more out in messy splatters that landed on her belly, her thighs, the sheets. The smell intensified—pure, raw sex, salty and sweet and feline.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, heels digging into your back, pulling you impossibly deeper as her paws clawed at your shoulders, leaving faint red lines through your fur. “Harder… give it to me harder! I want every drop—flood me again until I’m overflowin’ like a broken dam!” Her voice cracked into desperate moans, the wet slap-slap-slap of your hips meeting her cum-soaked fur echoing off the wooden walls. You could feel her walls clenching rhythmically, sucking you in, milking you for more. The pressure built fast—your balls tightening, that familiar ache signaling another massive release.

Ivy sensed it, her grin turning feral. “That’s it… I feel you swellin’ inside me. Do it. Cum again. Fill this greedy little pussy until it can’t hold anymore. Paint my insides white—make me your personal cumdump, right here on these sheets!” The words pushed you over the edge. With a guttural groan you erupted, the second load even thicker and more voluminous than the first, surging in powerful, endless ropes that hosed her depths. You could feel it—jet after jet blasting against her cervix, the pressure so intense that cum immediately began backflowing around your cock in heavy, frothy waves, squirting out with every pulse.

Ivy’s eyes rolled back, a loud, keening moan tearing from her throat as she came again too, her pussy spasming wildly, milking every last drop from you. “Yesss—oh fuck, I can feel it! So much… so fucking much! It’s too much, it’s overflowin’—ahh!” The excess poured out in a literal torrent now, a creamy waterfall cascading from her stretched hole, soaking your balls, dripping down her ass crack, puddling beneath her in a warm, sticky lake. Ropes shot up onto her tits from the sheer force, adding fresh layers to the mess already there. Her face contorted in pure bliss, tongue lolling out as another strand of cum from the first round dripped into her open mouth; she swallowed greedily, purring all the while.

You stayed buried deep as the aftershocks rolled through both of you, your cock twitching and spurting weaker jets that still added to the overflowing mess. Ivy’s body trembled beneath you, every inch of her fur now glistening with layer upon layer of your seed—face, hair, breasts, belly, thighs, and especially that pretty pink pussy that refused to stop leaking. The sheets were ruined, soaked through in a wide circle, the scent of sex so overpowering it made your head spin. She reached up, pulling you down into a messy, cum-smeared kiss, her tongue swirling against yours, sharing the taste of your combined release.

“Mmm… that’s my good boy,” she whispered against your lips, voice hoarse but still full of that playful, saucy fire. “Look what you did to me… covered head to toe in your hot, thick cum. I’m absolutely drenched—inside and out. Bet I could wring this out and fill a whole bathtub.” She flexed her inner muscles deliberately, forcing another huge gush to squirt around your softening cock, the wet sound making her giggle breathlessly. “And we’re not even closin’ time yet. Once you catch your breath… I want round three. I want you to keep pumpin’ until I’m swimmin’ in it. Think you can handle that, stud?”

Her golden eyes locked onto yours, half-lidded and hungry, the white flower in her beret the only thing still pristine amid the obscene, excessive, gloriously filthy masterpiece you’d painted all over her perfect little body. The night was young, the speakeasy downstairs still humming with jazz, and Ivy Pepper—perky, hotheaded, cum-drenched flapper extraordinaire—was already plotting how much more of your endless load she could take before dawn.

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