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

Falco Lombardi stood there in the narrow gap between two towering concrete canyons, his blue feathers fluffed just enough to make the white jacket gleam under the flickering streetlight. The red scarf around his neck fluttered like it was alive, and his yellow beak curved into that signature cocky smirk. He was normal-sized Falco—still the same arrogant mercenary from the Star Fox games—but even in this tiny, worthless body the power hummed through every feather, every muscle, every heavy swell of his cock and balls.

“Goddamn… look at you staring like that,” Falco rumbled, voice low, smoky, and dripping with pure masculine arrogance. It rolled out of his beak like warm bourbon, vibrating straight into the viewer’s chest. “You can’t stop staring at me, can you? All that hungry little gaze just for this big blue cock and these fat balls of mine. Feel how heavy they already are? How they hang there just waiting to drop and flood the whole damn alley?”

He flexed his blue-gloved hands, spreading his legs wider, making the red pants stretch tight across his thick thighs and the massive outline of his bulge. The scent of his arousal was already thick in the air—musky, salty, heady with raw testosterone. His cock twitched once, half-hard and straining against the fabric, the pink head peeking out from the waistband like it was inviting the viewer to stare.

“Mmmph… yeah, that’s it,” he purred, beak opening just enough to flash his sharp teeth. “Smell that? That’s me getting wet for you. My fat balls are already starting to tighten, pulling up just a little. Look how the head swells bigger every time I shift my weight. You’re making me so fucking hard, viewer. So fucking hard I can feel it throbbing against your face just from staring.”

His tail feathers fanned out behind him, brushing the wet alley wall with a soft, feather-rustling sound. He could hear the distant sirens and the muffled roar of the city, but none of it touched him. All he could hear was the viewer’s ragged breathing and the pounding of his own heartbeat. The viewer’s scent reached him now too—pure, unfiltered lust and arousal, mixing with his own musk until the whole alley reeked like a private, filthy temple.

Falco licked his beak slowly, tasting the salty air, tasting the viewer’s want. His yellow eyes narrowed in that predatory, cocky way, red goggles pushed up on his forehead. He reached down with one clawed hand and gave the swollen outline of his cock a slow, possessive squeeze, the fabric creaking under his fingers.

“Fuck yeah… that’s the good stuff,” he growled, voice husky now, almost a growl. “Feel how thick it’s getting already? How the veins are starting to pop up along the shaft? You’re making me so hard my balls are aching. They’re full, heavy, ready to unload. Ready to flood the whole city if you keep staring like that.”

He rolled his hips once, a slow, deliberate grind that made the bulge bounce and slap against his thigh with a wet, meaty sound. The red jacket pulled tight across his broad pecs, the white undershirt straining. His nipples were already stiff little points under the fabric, aching with every heartbeat. The viewer’s eyes traced every line of his muscular body—the carved abs visible even through the stretched red pants, the thick thighs flexing, the powerful legs that could crush a car in a second if he felt like it.

Falco’s smirk deepened, all teeth and dominance. “You’re getting harder just watching me, aren’t you? I can smell it. That thick, dripping need pouring off you. It’s making my cock leak for you. Just a little pre-cum already, see?”

He peeled the waistband down just enough to free the heavy, veiny pink head. It sprang free with a soft, wet slap against his blue balls, the shaft already thickening, the pink tip glistening. A thick bead of precum beaded at the slit and dripped slowly down the underside, landing with a soft splat on the filthy pavement. The scent exploded—sharp, salty, animal musk—filling the alley and wrapping around the viewer like a drug.

“Fuck… look at that,” Falco chuckled, voice thick with smug satisfaction. “Just for you. That’s what you do to me. You make me this fucking hard. My balls are swelling now, pulling up tight, getting ready to explode. Feel how full they are? Heavy, round, throbbing? One good squeeze and they’d unload gallons of thick, sticky cum straight into the sewers.”

He stroked himself once, slow and firm, the gloved hand sliding easily over the slick, leaking shaft. The motion made his heavy balls swing and slap together with a meaty sound. His wings twitched, feathers ruffling. He could taste the viewer’s arousal on the back of his tongue, salty and sweet and desperate. He could hear every heartbeat in the viewer’s chest, every shaky breath. He could feel the viewer’s eyes burning into him like a brand.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re staring at my big blue cock like that,” he whispered, voice dropping into a velvet growl. “You’re making me throb so hard my whole body shakes. My thighs are trembling, my abs are clenching, my balls are aching to flood everything. But I don’t care. I’ll keep teasing you. I’ll keep stroking this fat, leaking dick just for you… because you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.”

He kept his hand wrapped around the thickening shaft, giving it lazy, possessive pumps while his other hand stayed on his hip, chest puffed out, beak curved in that endless, arrogant smirk. The streetlights flickered across his glossy blue feathers, highlighting every muscle, every vein, every bead of precum that now trailed down the length of his veiny cock in shiny strings. The viewer’s scent was overwhelming now, intoxicating, making his cock pulse harder, thicker, leaking faster.

Falco’s yellow eyes never left the viewer. Never.

“Keep staring,” he murmured, voice husky, dripping with masculine confidence. “Keep getting harder for me. Because I’m not going anywhere… and neither is this fat, throbbing cock. Not until you tell me how badly you need it.”

He gave one last slow, teasing squeeze, the gloved hand sliding up and down the slick shaft with deliberate, filthy strokes, the heavy balls swinging behind it, the red jacket fluttering in the night breeze as his hips rolled once more in that slow, dominant grind. The alley smelled thicker now—pure, dripping, addictive musk. The viewer’s breath hitched. Falco’s smirk widened, teeth flashing.

And he just kept stroking. Just kept teasing. Just kept owning the viewer with every heavy, arrogant beat of his giant heart.

The alleyway was now a distant speck beneath him, swallowed by the roaring sprawl of the city. Falco stood as a colossal building-sized titan, his massive blue form rising above skyscrapers like a blue feathered god of raw, unstoppable power. The air around him was a thick, choking fog of sweat, concrete dust, and the overwhelming musk of his own hyper-masculine scent—sharp, salty, animal testosterone rolling off his glistening feathers in waves that made the entire district reek like a private, filthy breeding ground. His red jacket hung in tatters, flapping like a battle flag, while his white undershirt clung wetly to every carved ridge of muscle.

“Fuck yeah… you can barely see me from down there, can you?” Falco rumbled, voice a deep, velvet growl that vibrated through the pavement like an earthquake. It rolled out of his yellow beak with smug, arrogant confidence, wrapping around the viewer like warm, heavy bourbon. “Look at me now. Towering over every pathetic little building. My big blue cock and these fat, heavy balls are about to make this city my playground.”

He shifted his weight slowly, one massive yellow-taloned foot stomping down with a bone-rattling CRACK that sent shockwaves rippling through the streets. A car the size of a toy was crushed flat beneath it, metal screaming as it folded like paper. The scent of rubber and scorched steel mixed with his own heavy musk, making the air taste metallic and intoxicating on his tongue. His huge pink cock—already thicker than most cars—hung heavy between his thighs, the veiny shaft glistening with fresh beads of precum that dripped in thick, slow ropes onto the rooftops below, hissing as they hit the pavement.

“Feel that rumble?” he chuckled, the sound low and filthy, dripping with pure masculine dominance. “That’s my heartbeat. My fat balls are swelling right now, pulling up tight, getting ready to unload. Look how the head is swelling bigger with every breath—pink and fat and throbbing just for you.”

His gloved hands flexed, biceps exploding into massive peaks that cast shadows over entire blocks. He reached down with one clawed hand and gave his enormous cock a slow, possessive squeeze, the fabric of his shredded red pants creaking under the sheer weight. The viewer could see the thick veins bulging along the shaft, the heavy sag of his blue balls swinging like wrecking balls. Every stroke made wet, meaty sounds echo through the city—SPLORCH, SLAP—while his thick thighs flexed, the red pants stretched paper-thin across his muscular ass.

The viewer’s scent reached him now, pure and desperate, mixing with his own musk until the whole district reeked like an endless, dripping orgy. Falco licked his beak slowly, tasting the salty tang of arousal on the back of his tongue. His yellow eyes narrowed in that predatory, cocky grin, red goggles pushed up on his forehead.

“Mmmph… yeah, that’s it,” he purred, voice husky now, almost a growl. “Smell how wet your little eyes are getting for me. My cock is leaking gallons already, dripping down onto the whole city just because you can’t stop staring. Feel how full these balls are? They’re aching, heavy, ready to explode. One good flex and I’ll flood the sewers with thick, sticky cum.”

He stroked himself lazily, the gloved hand sliding up and down the slick, throbbing shaft with deliberate, filthy pumps. The motion made his massive pecs bounce heavily, nipples stiff and leaking tiny beads of sweat down the valleys of his abs. His wings twitched behind him, feathers ruffling in the wind that now carried the distant sirens and screams of tiny humans. A thought bubble appeared above his head—crude, cartoonish, and dripping with lust: “You’re so fucking tiny… and I’m getting harder for you every second.”

Falco’s smirk widened, all teeth and arrogant satisfaction. “Goddamn, you’re making me throb so fucking hard my whole body shakes. My thighs are trembling, my abs are clenching, my balls are swelling bigger. Look at this fat, veiny dick—thicker than the buildings, leaking just for you. I can feel the orgasm building already, low in my gut, ready to rip through me.”

He gave his cock one long, slow stroke from base to tip, the head flaring wider, more precum spraying in a hot arc that splattered across a dozen rooftops. The salty, musky scent exploded around him, thick and heady, wrapping the viewer in a drug-like haze. His yellow talons dug into the pavement, cracking concrete like it was dirt.

“Keep staring, you little observer,” he growled, voice dripping with confident, hyper-masculine power. “Keep getting harder for this building-sized cock. Because I’m not stopping until you’re drooling and shaking just from looking at me. My balls are full, heavy, throbbing—ready to unload everything you need.”

He kept stroking, slow and teasing, the wet sounds echoing over the city as his massive body flexed and rolled, hips grinding once with a deep, meaty thud that sent another shockwave through the streets. The viewer’s breath hitched in the distance. Falco’s yellow eyes never left the viewer. Never.

And he just kept owning the entire fucking city with every arrogant, dripping heartbeat of his god-like body.

The entire city beneath Falco’s feet was now a pathetic, tiny speck that he could flick away with one claw. The viewer’s world had shrunk to a single, pathetic grain of sand on the surface of his colossal blue form. Every breath he took sent shockwaves through the crust, cracking continents and swallowing oceans in the distance. The air was a choking, filthy blanket of his own musk—thick, heavy, animal testosterone rolling off his glossy blue feathers in waves that could make any lesser creature drop to their knees. Sweat poured down the carved ridges of his abs, mixing with the salty drizzle of precum that leaked from his massive cock in thick, endless ropes.

“Fuck yes… look at you down there,” Falco rumbled, voice a deep, velvet earthquake that shook the last remaining skyscrapers like they were toys. It rolled out of his yellow beak with smug, arrogant confidence, vibrating straight into the viewer’s chest and making their whole body tremble. “You can barely see me from this height. I’m a fucking continent. My big blue cock and these fat, heavy balls are about to make the whole planet my personal playground.”

He shifted his weight slowly, one massive yellow-taloned foot pressing down on the last visible mountain range. The ground erupted in a deafening CRACK-BOOM that sent tremors rippling across three countries at once. A small red object the size of a car was crushed flat into the dirt. The scent of scorched earth, burning forests, and his own raw musk exploded around him—sharp, salty, addictive, heady enough to taste on the back of his tongue even from here. His huge pink cock hung heavier than an entire ocean liner between his thighs, the veiny shaft glistening with fresh beads of precum that dripped in long, sticky strings onto the ocean far below, hissing as they hit the water and turning it into a foamy, white mess.

“Feel that rumble?” he chuckled, the sound low and filthy, dripping with pure masculine dominance. “That’s my heartbeat, viewer. My fat balls are swelling right now, pulling up tighter, getting ready to unload. Look how the head is swelling bigger with every breath—fat, pink, throbbing just for you.”

His gloved hands flexed, biceps exploding into peaks that cast shadows over entire mountain ranges. He reached down with one clawed hand and gave his enormous cock a slow, possessive squeeze, the shredded remains of his red pants creaking under the sheer weight. The viewer could see the thick veins bulging along the shaft like cables, the heavy sag of his blue balls swinging like wrecking balls the size of islands. Every stroke made wet, meaty sounds echo across the continents—SPLORCH, SLAP, CRACK—while his thick thighs flexed, the red pants stretched paper-thin across his muscular ass.

The viewer’s scent reached him now, pure and desperate, mixing with his own musk until the entire planet reeked like an endless, dripping orgy. Falco licked his beak slowly, tasting the salty tang of arousal on the back of his tongue. His yellow eyes narrowed in that predatory, cocky grin, red goggles pushed up on his forehead. A thought bubble appeared above his head—crude, cartoonish, and dripping with lust: “You’re so fucking tiny… and I’m getting harder for you every second.”

“Mmmph… yeah, that’s it,” he purred, voice husky now, almost a growl. “Smell how wet your little eyes are getting for me. My cock is leaking gallons already, dripping down onto the oceans just because you can’t stop staring. Feel how full these balls are? They’re aching, heavy, ready to explode. One good flex and I’ll flood the whole planet with thick, sticky cum.”

He stroked himself lazily, the gloved hand sliding up and down the slick, throbbing shaft with deliberate, filthy pumps. The motion made his massive pecs bounce heavily, nipples stiff and leaking tiny beads of sweat down the valleys of his abs. His wings twitched behind him, feathers ruffling in the wind that now carried the distant screams of tiny humans and the roar of collapsing cities.

“Goddamn, you’re making me throb so fucking hard my whole body shakes,” he growled, voice thick with confident power. “My thighs are trembling, my abs are clenching, my balls are swelling bigger. Look at this fat, veiny dick—thicker than the mountains, leaking just for you. I can feel the orgasm building already, low in my gut, ready to rip through me.”

He gave his cock one long, slow stroke from base to tip, the head flaring wider, more precum spraying in a hot arc that splattered across a dozen oceans in white sheets. The salty, musky scent exploded around him, thick and heady, wrapping the viewer in a drug-like haze. His yellow talons dug into the earth, cracking the last remaining mountain range like it was dirt.

“Keep staring, you pathetic little observer,” he growled, voice dripping with hyper-masculine, arrogant satisfaction. “Keep getting harder for this continent-sized cock. Because I’m not stopping until you’re drooling and shaking just from looking at me. My balls are full, heavy, throbbing—ready to unload everything you need.”

He kept stroking, slow and teasing, the wet sounds echoing across the world as his massive body flexed and rolled, hips grinding once with a deep, meaty thud that sent another shockwave through the continents. The viewer’s breath hitched in the distance. Falco’s yellow eyes never left the viewer. Never.

And he just kept owning the entire fucking planet with every arrogant, dripping heartbeat of his god-like body.

The final, planet-crushing roar of the universe echoed as Falco’s blue form swelled to its true, god-like scale. He was no longer merely bigger than the planet—he was bigger than the planet, bigger than the stars, bigger than the very idea of “bigger.” His body now dwarfed the entire solar system, one massive yellow-taloned foot planted on the surface of a distant moon while the other hovered above the swirling blue marble of Earth like a planet-sized thumb ready to squash it for fun. The air around him was a choking, intoxicating fog of pure masculine musk—thick, heavy, animal testosterone rolling off his glossy blue feathers in waves that could make entire galaxies drop to their knees. Sweat poured down the carved, striated ridges of his abs, mixing with the endless, sticky rivers of precum that leaked from his hyper-masculine cock in thick, glistening ropes that stretched across the void and splattered onto other worlds below.

“Fuck yeah… you can barely see me from this height, can you?” Falco rumbled, voice a deep, velvet thunderclap that shook the entire Lylat system and made every star in the sky flicker like dying fireworks. It rolled out of his yellow beak with smug, arrogant, hyper-masculine confidence, vibrating straight through the viewer’s bones and into their soul. “Look at me now. A fucking planet-sized blue stud. My big, fat, veiny cock and these massive, heavy balls are about to flood the whole fucking universe with thick, virile cum.”

He flexed both arms slowly, biceps exploding into peaks that cast shadows across entire galaxies, the shredded remains of his red jacket long gone, flapping uselessly in the cosmic wind. His gloved hands reached down between his thighs and gave his enormous pink cock a slow, possessive, world-shaking squeeze. The shaft—thicker than planets, veined like mountain ranges—throbbed visibly, the heavy sag of his blue balls swinging like two moon-sized wrecking balls. Every stroke made wet, earth-shaking sounds echo through space—SPLORCH, SLAP, CRACK—while his thick thighs flexed, his muscular ass clenching, his wings spread wide enough to block out the sun.

The viewer’s scent reached him now across the void, pure and desperate, mixing with his own overwhelming musk until the entire cosmos reeked like an endless, dripping, multi-galactic orgy. Falco licked his beak slowly, tasting the salty, addictive tang of the viewer’s arousal on the back of his tongue. His yellow eyes narrowed in that predatory, cocky grin, red goggles pushed up on his forehead. A thought bubble appeared above his head—crude, cartoonish, and dripping with lust: “You’re so fucking tiny… and I’m getting harder for you every second.”

“Mmmph… yeah, that’s it,” he purred, voice husky now, almost a growl that could be heard from the Milky Way to Andromeda. “Smell how wet your little eyes are getting for me. My cock is leaking oceans already, pouring down across the galaxies just because you can’t stop staring at this god-tier blue dick.” He gave the massive shaft one long, filthy pump, the head flaring wider, more precum spraying in hot arcs that lit up entire star clusters with sticky white glow. “Feel how full these balls are? They’re aching, heavy, swelling bigger by the heartbeat. One good flex and I’ll flood the whole fucking planet… and every other world you’ve ever dreamed of.”

His free hand cupped one enormous blue ball, rolling it slowly in his palm, feeling the weight, the heat, the raw power. The scent of his own musk exploded outward—sharp, salty, heady, intoxicating—wrapping around the viewer like a drug, making their knees weak across light-years. Falco’s smirk widened, all teeth and arrogant, unstoppable satisfaction. “Goddamn, you’re making me throb so fucking hard my whole body shakes. My thighs are trembling, my abs are clenching, my balls are swelling bigger than galaxies. Look at this fat, veiny, leaking cock—thicker than solar systems, pulsing just for you. I can feel the orgasm building, low in my gut, ready to rip through me like a supernova.”

He gave his cock one final, slow, world-ending stroke from base to tip, the head flaring impossibly wide, the veins bulging obscenely. More precum sprayed in a continuous, thick torrent that rained down across the solar system in glossy white sheets, hissing and steaming as it hit the oceans and the continents. The salty, musky scent became overwhelming, drug-like, filling every corner of the universe. His yellow talons dug into the surface of a nearby moon, cracking it like fragile glass.

“Keep staring, you pathetic little observer,” he growled, voice dripping with hyper-masculine, cocky, god-like power. “Keep getting harder for this planet-sized, universe-flooding cock. Because I’m not stopping until every last drop of my thick, virile cum has coated you, your world, your entire fucking existence.” He stroked again, slower now, the wet sounds echoing across the stars as his massive body flexed and rolled, hips grinding once with a deep, planetary thud that made the entire solar system tremble.

And then it hit.

The roar tore out of him like a sonic boom mixed with a primal orgasm—raw, guttural, victorious. His back arched hard, pushing his massive pecs forward, forcing his cock to stand even thicker, even more obscene. A violent, mind-shattering climax ripped through him in a blinding, universe-shaking wave. His balls tightened, spasmed, and began to unload in a continuous, apocalyptic torrent. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his hyper-masculine cock in powerful, rhythmic jets—each one thicker than a mountain range, hotter than lava, more virile than any seed that had ever existed. They rained down across the planet in white sheets, coating the continents, filling the oceans until they turned milky white, flooding the skies, the atmosphere, the very ground.

The viewer felt every drop—hot, sticky, overwhelming—splattering across their face, their body, their soul in waves of pure, thick virility. Falco’s cock continued to pulse, still stroking through the aftershocks, still milking out every last drop while his body shuddered with pleasure, his yellow eyes locked onto the viewer with that smug, satisfied smirk.

“Fuuuuck… yes… I’m cumming so fucking hard for you,” he panted, voice hoarse, wrecked, and dripping with masculine pride. “Look at it flood the whole planet… look at my thick cum coating everything just because you made me this hard. Every drop is for you. Every fucking drop.”

The cosmos itself seemed to glow white with his release as the final, mind-blowing orgasm rolled through him one last time—his balls pumping the last powerful spurts, his massive body shaking, his feathers ruffling in the endless rainfall of his own virile seed. He kept stroking through the aftershocks, drawing it out, forcing every last wave to wash over the viewer across the stars.

“God… I’m still cumming,” he growled, voice husky and satisfied, the smirk never leaving his beak. “Every last drop… for you. The whole universe is mine now.”

And he just kept owning the entire fucking cosmos with every arrogant, dripping heartbeat of his god-like body.