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bratty and catty (undertale (series) and etc) directed by gridanon
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She'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.

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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 - Like, Totally Invading My Space… And I’m Not Mad

The neon glow of the drive-thru sign bathed the interior of Bratty's beat-up sedan in a warm, golden haze, casting flickering shadows that danced across the dashboard like teasing fingers. It was late night in the bustling outskirts of the Underground's surface-adjacent sprawl—a place where monsters like them could finally roam free under the stars, but old habits died hard, and junk food runs were still the ultimate thrill. The air inside the car was thick with the mingled scents of greasy fries wafting from the menu board outside and the faint, sweet tang of Catty's vanilla-scented fur conditioner, which always seemed to cling to her like a lover's whisper. Bratty, tall and lanky with her green-scaled skin stretched taut over her slender frame, gripped the steering wheel with one clawed hand, her small breasts barely shifting under the skimpy purple striped bikini top that hugged her like a second skin. She smirked, her sharp fangs glinting in the low light, red eyes narrowing playfully as she glanced sideways at her best friend.

"Oh my god, Catty, like, chill for a sec," Bratty drawled in that snarky, valley-girl lilt, her voice a smooth, teasing purr that echoed off the leather seats. She was all angles and edges—long limbs folded awkwardly in the driver's seat, her yellow curly ponytail bouncing slightly as she leaned back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. The fabric of her top whispered against her skin with every breath, a soft rustle that sent a subtle shiver down her spine, heightened by the cool night air seeping through the cracked window. But Catty? Catty was a force of nature, plump and curvaceous, her purple fur gleaming under the artificial lights like velvet invitation. Her big breasts strained against the blue overalls, the yellow buttons pulling just enough to hint at the generous swells beneath, bouncing with every eager movement. And then there was her ass—oh, that colossal, gigantic masterpiece of a butt, so massive it seemed to defy gravity, filling the passenger seat like a plush throne. It was round and full, the denim of her overalls stretched to its limits, the seams whispering threats of surrender as her tail swished lazily behind her, brushing against the car door with a soft thump.

Catty's yellow eyes sparkled with mischief, her black hair with those blue-lavender tips framing her face like a chaotic halo. She couldn't sit still; the aroma of sizzling burgers and salty fries was calling to her soul, mingling with the earthy, musky scent of the Garbage Dump treasures they'd scavenged earlier that day—bits of which still lingered on their clothes, a reminder of their wild, inseparable bond. "No way, Bratty! I'm, like, starving over here!" Catty giggled, her voice bubbly and high-pitched, bubbling over like fizzy soda. She shifted in her seat, and that's when it happened—the lean. With a playful huff, she twisted her body, her plump form pressing forward, big breasts brushing against the center console in a way that made the air between them thicken with unspoken tension. But it was her gigantic ass that stole the show, rising like a monumental wave as she climbed halfway over Bratty, her tail curling possessively around her friend's thigh. The sheer size of it was mesmerizing—colossal cheeks that jiggled ever so slightly with the motion, the denim fabric creaking under the strain, pockets bulging as if stuffed with secrets. It loomed large in the confined space, brushing against Bratty's arm, the warmth of Catty's body radiating through the cloth like a heated promise, soft and yielding yet undeniably commanding.

Bratty's breath hitched, her thin frame tensing as she felt the press of that enormous backside against her side. It was so soft, so overwhelmingly plush, like sinking into a cloud made of forbidden desires. The touch sent tingles racing up her scales, a electric buzz that made her small breasts ache with a subtle envy, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her top. "Catty, you're, like, totally invading my space," she complained, but her tone was laced with amusement, her long fingers twitching on the wheel as if itching to reach out and trace the curve of that gigantic asset. The scent of Catty's excitement— a mix of sweet fur and the faint, salty anticipation of food—filled Bratty's nostrils, making her mouth water not just for the meal ahead. Outside, the drive-thru speaker crackled to life, a tinny voice asking for their order, but Catty was already there, her face pressed close to the window, her breath fogging the glass in quick, heated puffs.

"I want, like, everything!" Catty declared, her voice echoing with that enthusiastic glee, her big breasts heaving as she leaned further, the overalls pulling taut across her chest. Her gigantic ass, that colossal wonder, thrust backward into the car, dominating the view like a siren call. It wobbled gently with her laughter, the denim sliding ever so slightly against the seat, creating a soft, friction-filled whisper that teased the ears. Bratty couldn't look away; her red eyes traced the immense curves, the way the light from the menu board highlighted the swell, casting shadows that accentuated its size—bigger than any treasure they'd ever pulled from the dump, softer than the plushest pillow, and warmer than a summer night. The touch of it against her arm lingered, a velvety pressure that made her scales flush with heat, her tall body arching instinctively closer despite herself. "Two Glamburgers—no, make that three! And junk fries, and those mystery shakes that taste like, totally wicked garbage! Oh, and extra sauce, the kind that drips everywhere!"

Bratty rolled her eyes, but a grin tugged at her lips, her fangs peeking out as she inhaled the intoxicating mix of fast-food grease and Catty's natural, plush allure. The car vibrated faintly from the idling engine, a low hum that matched the building tension, every sense alive: the salty tang on her tongue from licking her lips in anticipation, the cool leather sticking slightly to her bare thighs, the distant sizzle of grills outside mingling with Catty's excited breaths. "You're such a glutton, Catty. Like, slow down or you'll bust those overalls wide open," Bratty teased, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, her hand finally giving in to temptation and brushing lightly against the edge of that gigantic ass— just a feather-light touch, enough to feel the give, the bounce, the sheer enormity that made her pulse quicken. Catty's fur was soft under the denim, warm and inviting, and the contact sent a shiver through both of them, a shared spark that hung in the air like unspoken words.

Catty twisted her head back, her yellow eyes locking onto Bratty's with a playful wink, her tail flicking to wrap around Bratty's wrist, pulling her closer. "Aww, but you love it, Bratty! Admit it, my big, juicy self is, like, your fave thing ever." Her laughter filled the car, bright and infectious, as her gigantic ass shifted again, pressing more firmly against Bratty's side, the colossal cheeks enveloping her arm in a plush embrace that was equal parts comforting and electrifying. The size of it was impossible to ignore—round, full orbs that seemed to expand with every breath, the denim groaning softly, the pocket seams straining as if begging for release. Bratty's thin, tall body contrasted sharply, her small breasts rising and falling quicker now, the bikini top feeling tighter, more constricting, as envy and admiration swirled in her chest. She could feel the heat emanating from Catty's body, taste the anticipation in the air, hear the subtle creak of fabric and the quickening of breaths.

The drive-thru worker's voice crackled again, repeating the order with a chuckle, but the two friends were lost in their moment, the world narrowing to the confines of the car. Catty's plump form wriggled back into her seat slowly, her big breasts brushing Bratty's shoulder one last time, sending another wave of sensation through her. But that gigantic ass—oh, it lingered in the afterimage, its colossal presence still warming the space between them, a tactile memory that made Bratty's claws dig into the wheel. "Fine, whatever," Bratty muttered, her snarky tone softened by a flush on her scales. "But next time, I'm ordering, and you're staying put. Though... like, maybe not. This view's kinda killer." Catty beamed, leaning over to plant a quick, affectionate nuzzle against Bratty's cheek, their scents mingling—vanilla and earth, grease and desire— as they waited for their feast, the night alive with possibilities, their bond as unbreakable and tantalizing as ever.

As the bag of food was handed through the window, the crinkle of paper and the steam rising from the contents added to the sensory overload. Catty dove in first, her plump lips wrapping around a fry with a satisfied moan that vibrated through the car, her gigantic ass settling back into the seat with a soft thud that made the whole vehicle rock slightly. Bratty watched, transfixed, her tall frame leaning in closer, the contrast between them fueling the electric undercurrent—the slender predator and the voluptuous temptress, forever entwined in their chaotic, sensual dance. The flavors exploded on their tongues: salty, greasy bliss that mirrored the heat building between them, touches lingering longer than necessary, laughs turning into shared glances heavy with meaning. In that moment, under the drive-thru lights, their world was perfect—full of junk, full of each other, and utterly, deliciously alive.

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