This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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.

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

The abandoned warehouse smelled like rust, old oil, and raw, animal heat. Dust motes danced in the harsh yellow beams of the overhead lamps, and the concrete floor was cold beneath the bare feet of the three Babylon Rogues. Wave the Swallow stood in the center like a goddess carved from violet fire and living flesh.

Her body was obscene in its perfection. Every inch of her purple fur gleamed under the light, soft and dense where it mattered, coarse where it teased the eye. Her breasts—*massive*, impossibly heavy purple orbs—strained upward, each one the size of a beach ball, jiggling with the slightest shift of her hips. Dark areolas the color of midnight sat proudly at their centers, nipples stiff and dark pink from the cool air and the heat radiating off her skin. Her midriff was a flat, toned plane of smooth purple fur, ending in the flare of powerful hips and the wide, plush swell of her ass. Long purple braids cascaded over her shoulders and between her breasts like spilled ink, framing a golden beak painted with glossy black lips and heavy purple eyeliner. Her goggles sat crooked on her forehead like a crown, white bandana fluttering as she breathed. She wore nothing but a thin silver chain necklace with a red gem that nestled between her breasts, and a wicked, knowing smile.

“Alright, boys,” Wave purred, voice low and smoky, one gloved hand sliding down her own thigh while the other rested on her hip. Her blue eyes glittered with pure mischief. “You’ve been staring at me for ten whole minutes. Don’t think I didn’t notice. What’s the matter? Never seen a girl naked before?”

Jet the Hawk was the first to break.

He was a green-and-white feathered blur of muscle and pride, but right now he looked like a cartoon character that had just been hit by a truck made of pure, drooling lust. His yellow beak hung open, tongue lolling out in a long, sloppy strand that dripped onto his white jacket with a wet *plop*. His blue eyes were glassy, unfocused, pupils blown wide. His white gloves clenched and unclenched at his sides, and his cock—already rock-hard and straining against his pants—twitched visibly with every heavy breath he took.

“Wave… holy shit… you’re… you’re fucking *gorgeous*,” he groaned, voice cracking. “Those tits… fuck, those tits are bigger than my head. They’re bouncing when you move and I can’t stop staring. I’m… I’m gonna explode just looking at you. You’re making me so fucking hard I can feel it in my beak. Oh gods, I’m drooling again, aren’t I? I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy I’m gonna die.”

Sonic the Hedgehog stood frozen on Wave’s right, blue fur bristling, green eyes wide as dinner plates. His mouth was open in a perfect O, tongue slightly out, a faint red blush spreading across his cheeks and muzzle. One hand was raised halfway to his face like he wanted to cover it, the other clenched into a fist at his side. His cock was rock-hard too—bulging obscenely against the tight blue shorts—but his body language screamed pure shock.

“W-What the—?! Wave, you can’t just—! You’re… you’re completely naked! Your… your chest is *huge*! Like, way bigger than Knuckles’ ego! And those nipples are… they’re right there! I’m looking but I’m not supposed to be looking and I’m definitely looking and oh my gosh I’m blushing so bad my face is on fire—! This is not okay! This is not okay at all! But… but holy crap, you’re so hot I can’t breathe—! Your tail is moving and I can see everything and—! Sonic, shut up, shut up, but I can’t! You’re so sexy and you know it and I’m so confused and horny and confused!”

Wave laughed—a bright, throaty sound that made her massive breasts bounce. She stepped closer, hands sliding up her own body, cupping the heavy undersides of her tits and lifting them slightly so the boys could see the way the fur stretched tight over them.

“See? Told you I was hot,” she teased, voice dripping with seduction. “Jet, you’re drooling all over your jacket. Pathetic. Sonic, your face is so red I can see the blush from here. You’re hard as a rock, aren’t you? I can see that little tent in your shorts. Don’t think I didn’t notice your eyes wandering. I’m not wearing anything, boys. No clothes. Just me. And you two are acting like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

Jet stepped forward, still panting, tongue hanging out. “I haven’t! Not like this! Not with you! Your pussy is right there and it’s shaved and pink and I can smell it—fuck, it smells like sex and honey and I want to bury my face between those thighs! I’ve been in love with you since the first race and now you’re naked and I’m gonna die if you don’t let me touch you!”

Sonic’s voice came out in a high-pitched squeak. “S-Stop looking! No, wait—don’t stop looking! Wave, please… you’re so perfect and I’m so stupid and horny and I should be mad at myself for this but I can’t stop staring at your nipples and the way your belly curves and—! This is not fine! This is not fine at all! But I want to touch you so bad I’m shaking!”

Wave moved between them, still posing, hands on her hips, pushing her chest out even more. “Good. Because I’m not wearing anything. And I’m not stopping you two from staring. In fact…” She arched her back, letting her breasts rise and fall heavily. “In fact, I want you both to get hard. I want to watch you drool and squirm and admit how much you want me. Jet, stick your tongue out more. Sonic, cover your face with your hands if it makes you feel better. But don’t you dare look away.”

Jet’s knees buckled. He dropped to one knee, still staring, tongue hanging out, drool forming a long string that connected his beak to the concrete floor. “I’m so fucking gone… you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d suck your tits if you let me. I’d fuck you right here on this floor. I’d do anything. Just… please let me stare. Please let me get off just looking at you.”

Sonic’s hands flew up to cover his eyes, but he peeked through his fingers. “I’m not looking! I’m not! I’m totally not! But you’re so beautiful and your chest is bouncing and I’m so hard it hurts and this is so wrong and I love it—! Wave, you’re killing me! You’re killing me with how sexy you are!”

The three of them stayed like that—Wave in the center, completely nude and radiant, Jet drooling helplessly, Sonic blushing furiously while his cock strained against his shorts—until the air itself felt thick with lust and the warehouse lights dimmed even further, as if the building itself was holding its breath.

Wave finally smiled, slow and wicked, and whispered, “Good boys. Now keep staring. I might even let you touch me later.”

And the night stretched on, thick with every sense and every filthy, unspoken desire.