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candy kong, dixie kong, king k. rool, and tiny kong (can't see the haters and etc) directed by gridanon
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This is the kind of character redesign the Donkey Kong series needs!

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The base images here were genned with a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using the StableMond model: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend the 'Mond family of models since they're all high quality furry models.

The raw gens did have some bad looking attempted signatures. I cleaned those up using Lama Cleaner: https://github.com/light-and-ray/sd-webui-lama-cleaner-masked-content . If you're genning locally that's an excellent tool for removing glitched or unwanted details from gens.

The text was edited in using Canva: https://www.canva.com/ . Although it's unfortunate that ads/payment requests can be intrusive, this seems like a very convenient and easy to use free tool for image editing.

Lastly, this post 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 . I'd recommend this for anyone posting to e6ai since it makes tags more comprehensive and can save time and effort from manually tagging everything.

AI Story - Courtesy of Croc Cock

In the sweltering heart of Donkey Kong Island, where the jungle canopy dripped with humid mist and the distant roars of wild beasts echoed like thunder, King K. Rool lounged triumphantly on his makeshift throne—a colossal golden boulder he'd claimed after his latest failed scheme against those pesky Kongs. But today, victory tasted sweeter than any stolen banana hoard. His scaly green hide glistened under the dappled sunlight filtering through palm fronds, his bloodshot eye gleaming with malicious glee as he surveyed his unwilling captives turned eager admirers: Candy Kong, Dixie Kong, and Tiny Kong. The three female Kongs, bound not by chains but by an inexplicable, hypnotic allure, knelt before him in a line, their fur matted with sweat from the tropical heat and something far more primal.

K. Rool's laughter boomed like a cannonball, shaking the leaves around them. "Hah! Look at you filthy apes, groveling at my feet! I always knew you'd come crawling back, begging for a taste of true Kremling power!" His voice was a gravelly rumble, laced with that signature cruelty, but today it carried an undercurrent of smug satisfaction. He shifted his massive bulk, his golden belly armor clinking softly, and with a deliberate flex, he unveiled his crowning glory—the gargantuan cock that had become legend in whispered tales across the island. It sprang forth like a monstrous serpent awakening from slumber, easily thrice the length of any Kong's arm and girthy enough to rival the trunk of a young palm tree. The shaft was a deep, pulsating crimson, veined with thick ridges that throbbed visibly, each one spiked with subtle, reptilian barbs that promised both pain and ecstasy. At its base, his balls hung like twin wrecking balls, swollen orbs the size of coconuts, swaying pendulously with every breath, their scaly surface taut and radiating a heat that warped the air around them.

The scent hit first—a musky, overpowering wave that flooded the clearing like a tidal surge. It was primal, earthy, laced with the salty tang of sweat and a hint of something metallic, like the ozone after a storm mixed with the raw dominance of a predator in rut. Candy Kong, the glamorous blonde with her pink crop top clinging to her ample curves, inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring as the aroma invaded her senses. "Oh... oh gods, K. Rool," she gasped, her voice husky and flirtatious, eyes widening in awe as she stared up at the colossal member looming over them like a living eclipse. Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the humid air thick with his essence, and a shiver ran through her body. The sight alone—the sheer impossibility of its size, the way it curved slightly upward with arrogant pride, the precum already beading at the tip like dew on a forbidden fruit—sent a bolt of electric pleasure straight to her core. She felt her thighs clench, her pink shorts dampening as an orgasm built unbidden, just from the visual feast. "It's... it's bigger than I ever dreamed. So thick, so... commanding. I can't look away!"

Beside her, Dixie Kong, the sassy adventurer with her signature pink beret tilted askew and her blonde ponytail swaying, let out a sharp, breathy moan. The feel of the heat radiating from K. Rool's balls was like standing too close to a bonfire, warming her fur and making her skin tingle with anticipation. She reached out tentatively, her small hand brushing against the underside of one massive orb, the texture rough yet velvety, like polished leather stretched over iron. The contact was electric; the warmth seeped into her palm, vibrating with his pulse, and combined with the scent—now clinging to her like a second skin, making her head swim with dizzy lust—she shattered. Her body arched, a high-pitched squeal escaping her lips as waves of climax crashed over her. "Holy bananas, it's huge! Feels like it's alive, pulsing... ngh! I-I'm cumming just from touching it! You big, scaly jerk, how dare you be this... this perfect!" Her words dissolved into giggles mixed with gasps, her open mouth drooling slightly as her ahegao expression took hold—eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out in pure, overwhelmed bliss.

Tiny Kong, the feisty one with her redesigned taller frame, blue top stretched tight over her athletic build, and blonde pigtails bouncing, grinned wildly despite the flush creeping up her cheeks. She was the closest to the tip, and the scent was strongest here—intoxicating, almost drugging, a blend of musk and raw power that made her knees weaken. The sight of the spiked ridges, each one glistening with a sheen of natural lubricant, made her imagine what it would feel like inside, but even without penetration, the proximity was enough. She leaned in, her nose inches from the shaft, inhaling deeply as if savoring a fine wine, the aroma filling her lungs and igniting a fire in her belly. The feel of a single drop of precum dripping onto her shoulder—hot, sticky, and viscous like warm honey—pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed, hips bucking involuntarily as orgasm ripped through her, soaking her sweats. "Damn, King, you're packing a monster! Smells so good, like victory and sin all rolled into one. I... I can't hold it—ahh! Cumming so hard, just from this beast!" Her voice was cocky even in ecstasy, a mix of challenge and surrender, her grin turning into a wide, toothy smile as drool trickled down her chin.

K. Rool watched them with sadistic delight, his jagged teeth bared in a grin as he stroked the base of his enormous cock lazily, making it bob and cast shadows over their faces. The sound of their moans filled the air—Candy's sultry purrs, Dixie's sassy whimpers, Tiny's bold cries—mingling with the wet slaps of his hand against his balls and the distant jungle symphony of chirping birds and rustling vines. "That's right, you pathetic primates! Worship it! My royal scepter dwarfs anything your banana-munching boyfriends could offer. Feel how it throbs for you, smell the essence of a true king!" He flexed again, and the cock surged forward, its length now fully extended to cover their vision completely, like a fleshy canopy blocking out the haters of the world—the jealous Kongs, the meddlesome heroes, all forgotten in this haze of sensory overload.

Candy, still trembling from her first peak, pressed her face against the shaft, her cheek squishing into the warm, ridged flesh. The taste now joined the assault; she licked tentatively, the flavor salty and addictive, like the sea mixed with forbidden fruit, sending aftershocks through her body. "Mmm, it tastes like power... I need more!" she murmured, her hands joining Dixie's in exploring the balls, each squeeze eliciting a deep growl from K. Rool that vibrated through them all.

Dixie, not one to be outdone, spun her ponytail in a playful whirl, using it to brush against the underside, the soft hairs teasing the sensitive spikes. The friction made K. Rool hiss in pleasure, and the feedback loop intensified her own sensations—the feel of his scales under her fingers, the scent now mixed with her own arousal, the sight of his colossal form dominating the horizon. Another orgasm built swiftly, her beret falling off as she threw her head back. "Yes! Keep growling like that, you tyrant! It's making me... explode again!"

Tiny, ever the bold one, climbed higher, her hands gripping the shaft like a climbing vine, feeling every vein pulse under her palms. The heat was intense, like holding a live wire, and combined with the overwhelming size—impossible to encircle with both arms—the climax hit her in waves, her body quaking as she laughed through it. "Haha, this thing's got a mind of its own! Smells even better up close—gonna make me pass out from how good it is!"

As the sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the scene, K. Rool's laughter echoed once more, his cock twitching in response to their adoration. The three Kongs, lost in a symphony of senses— the visual enormity blotting out all else, the intoxicating scent enveloping them, the tactile thrill of heat and texture, the auditory harmony of moans and growls, the taste lingering on their tongues—orgasmed in unison, their bodies syncing to the rhythm of his dominance. "Can't see the haters now, can you?" K. Rool taunted, his voice booming as he finally unleashed, ropes of hot seed painting the jungle floor. But for Candy, Dixie, and Tiny, the world had narrowed to this one, gargantuan truth: submission to the king's might was the ultimate pleasure, and they reveled in it, wave after ecstatic wave.

Hours blurred into a fever dream, the jungle alive with their cries. Candy whispered sweet nothings between licks, "You're my new obsession, big guy—bigger than any stage light!" Dixie sassed back even as she quivered, "Don't get cocky... well, more cocky. But damn, keep it coming!" Tiny challenged with a wink, "Bet I can handle more than these two—prove me wrong!" K. Rool, reveling in his conquest, obliged, his enormous balls churning endlessly, the scent growing thicker, the feels more intense, drawing orgasm after orgasm from them without end. In this hidden glade, away from prying eyes, the haters faded into irrelevance, drowned out by the raw, sensory explosion of their forbidden union.

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