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crazy redd and isabelle (slaps roof of car and etc) directed by gridanon
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Isabelle's ass accepts unlimited deposits!

(First Crazy Redd post on e6ai! Woo!)

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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 - Crazy Redd’s Rear-End Blowout Sale! Redd Guarantees 10/10 Satisfaction or Your Bells Back!

Hey there, cousin! Step right up, step right up to Crazy Redd’s one-of-a-kind, limited-time-only, island-exclusive Rear-End Extravaganza right here on this sunny, flower-strewn paradise where the palm trees sway and the bells are jingling louder than Isabelle’s little ponytail ribbons after a double espresso! That’s right, folks, I’m your friendly neighborhood kitsune fox in a tailored three-piece suit, red tie knotted tighter than Tom Nook’s mortgage contracts, and I’ve got my gloved paw raised high, ready to deliver the slap of a lifetime across the juiciest, plumpest, most perfectly peach-furred badonkadonk this side of Harv’s Island photo studio! Look at her, cousin—just look at this absolute treasure I’ve got bent over the wooden railing like she’s inspecting a suspiciously genuine painting for the museum donation day, cheeks flushed brighter than a perfect cherry-blossom petal, eyes wide as dinner plates, little mouth popping open in that classic “oh my stars and constellations” Isabelle gasp while her tail shoots straight up like a flagpole on a windy fireworks festival night!

This bad girl, this adorable yellow Shih Tzu secretary extraordinaire with the green plaid vest riding up higher than a hot-air balloon at the summer solstice event, can fit SO MUCH FUCKING COCK it’ll make your inventory overflow faster than a full storage shed after a successful bug-off tournament! I’m talkin’ capacity that laughs in the face of physics, cousin—stretchier than the rubber on a slingshot you buy from me on a shady Tuesday morning, roomier than the entire Resident Services tent after the big upgrade, and more accommodating than Isabelle herself when she’s handing out those sweet, sweet public works permits with a wink and a jingle! Slap—WHAM!—right there on that left cheek, see that perfect red handprint blooming like a rare hybrid flower you paid me 500,000 bells for last week? That’s the official Crazy Redd seal of approval, baby, and it means this fluffy rear-end is certified to swallow entire constellations of throbbing, veiny, island-sized cock without so much as a single complaint louder than her usual morning announcements about lost socks or misplaced fossils!

Picture it, cousin: you roll up with your pocket full of Nook Miles and your pants full of anticipation, and Isabelle here—our hardworking, bell-wearing, twin-brother-loving, coffee-addicted good girl gone gloriously bad—takes it all like she’s filing paperwork for an unlimited ordinance on “maximum pleasure density”! First inch? She squeaks, that cute little “H-Hiyaaah~!” that echoes across the beach like a K.K. Slider guitar riff. Second inch? Her tail starts wagging so hard it kicks up a dust cloud bigger than a tarantula swarm at midnight. By the time you’re halfway in, she’s already babbling in that secretary voice, “M-Mr. Mayor, I mean, Mr. Player, this public works project is… is exceeding all projected… ahhh… depth limits!” and her cheeks are clapping louder than the fireworks finale when Redd’s raffle tickets are flying! But wait, there’s more—this bad girl doesn’t just fit cock, she hoards it like she hoards those golden tool recipes! She can take two at once, front and back, like she’s juggling two hot coffees and a stack of event flyers; three if you’re feeling ambitious and bring along a couple of those smug villagers who always brag about their abs; heck, she could host an entire Able Sisters fashion show of throbbing members sliding in and out in perfect sync while her ponytail bells go ding-ding-ding like a jackpot slot machine paying out in endless orgasms!

And the features, cousin—the deluxe package features are insane! Internal temperature control hotter than a summer island with the AC off, self-lubricating like a fresh rain shower that makes the flowers sparkle, and elasticity that snaps back tighter than my prices after you haggle me down from 498,000 bells to a “family discount” of only 4,980! She’ll milk you drier than a desert fossil you dug up on the wrong side of the river, squeeze you like she’s wringing out a wet towel after washing Kapp’n’s boat, and when you finally bust that first load deep inside her secret archive room—boom!—she’ll archive it all with a blissful little secretary moan that sounds exactly like her morning broadcast but way, way filthier: “Good morning, everyone! Today’s forecast calls for heavy showers of thick, creamy… ahhn… predictions!” Her pussy? Velvet vice grip with a G-spot mapped out better than the island’s custom paths. Her ass? Bottomless pit of pure paradise, able to swallow an entire Tyrannosaurus skeleton model from the museum gift shop and still have room for dessert—maybe a second helping of fox cock from yours truly, because why not double the fun with the salesman who brought you here in the first place?

I’ve tested this product personally, cousin—don’t look at me like that, it’s all in the name of quality assurance! Last night under the northern lights, I had her bent over the very same railing, my fluffy orange tail swishing like a victory dance, and I slid in so deep my balls were clapping against her like two coconuts in a hurricane. She took every inch, every ridge, every pulse, and begged for more in that shy little voice: “R-Redd-san, this is highly irregular office conduct, but… but don’t stop filing those reports!” By sunrise she was glowing brighter than a perfect 5-star island rating, cum dripping down her thighs like melted ice cream from a failed summer festival stall, and still she turned around with those big doe eyes and asked if I needed her to schedule a follow-up appointment! This girl can fit enough cock to repopulate the entire villager roster twice over—think about it, cousin: one after another, line forming from the airport all the way to the Resident Services counter, each lucky buyer getting their turn while Isabelle keeps smiling through it all like the professional she is, taking notes on a little clipboard between thrusts: “Customer satisfaction: 10/10… stamina rating: legendary… would recommend to all mayors and visitors alike!”

And the value, cousin—the unbelievable, steal-of-a-lifetime value! Normally a prime piece like this would cost you every last bell in your bank account plus your firstborn Nook ticket, but today only, because you’re my favorite cousin and I like the way you water my fake flowers, I’m offering this bad girl at a special introductory rate: just one genuine painting from my latest trawler shipment (no fakes this time, I swear on my ginkgo leaf apron) and she’s all yours for an unlimited test drive! Imagine waking up every morning to Isabelle announcing, “Today’s weather is clear with a 100% chance of multiple creampies!” Imagine her tail wagging so hard during your daily fishing session that she scares away every sea bass and only leaves the stringfish for you! Imagine bending her over the museum counter while Blathers stutters in the background, “Hoo hoo… this is most irregular!” while she fits your cock and three museum donation rewards at the same time! She’s dishwasher safe, earthquake proof, and comes with her own built-in aftercare protocol—cuddles, headpats, and a fresh cup of mocha with extra milk and two sugars to recharge those batteries for round two, three, four, and a surprise round five when the fireworks start popping!

But hurry, cousin—this offer won’t last forever! Isabelle’s schedule fills up faster than a campsite plot during a meteor shower, and once word gets out that the town secretary can take more cock than there are weeds on a neglected island, every smug wolf and lazy bear is gonna be lining up with their own sales pitches! So what are you waiting for? Step right up, drop those bells—or better yet, drop your pants—grab those fluffy yellow hips, and let this bad girl show you exactly how much fucking cock she can fit while I stand here grinning with my paw still tingling from that legendary slap, ready to high-five you when you’re done and maybe even throw in a genuine Redd-exclusive wall scroll of the whole event as a souvenir! This is Crazy Redd, signing off from the greatest, wettest, most over-the-top sales pitch in Animal Crossing history—now go on, cousin, make her jingle those bells until the whole island knows just how much she can take! And remember: satisfaction guaranteed, or your next fake painting is on the house!

Whew… what a pitch, am I right? Now get in there and test-drive this fluffy masterpiece before the next K.K. concert starts and the music drowns out all those beautiful, sloppy, overfilled moans!

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