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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first: ⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️ Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️ — Story time — The weather couldn’t have been more fitting. Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud. Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight. A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone. Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence. The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil. Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist. They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent. His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts. One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face. “Stupid Black,” she muttered. “You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair. I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.” She turned and disappeared into the shadows. The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder. A muffled sound came from the grave. Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter. Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone. “Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin. “Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?” She stared back in shock. “If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!” He snapped his ghostly paws. A strong wind tore through the cemetery. The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up. Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy. Black’s expression softened. “Y-you remembered our promise?” “Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow. “I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral. How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?” Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2. “You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!” His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back. “Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!” Blue flames erupted around them. “Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped. “This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—” Silence. When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void. No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly. A spotlight clicked on ahead. Black sat there with his back turned. “I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly. “I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.” He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face. “For a while everything was perfect. I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little. But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.” A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside. "It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong. It clouded my judgment. I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings. You know how it ended.” His story left a lump in my throat. “Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile. “It was my own choice. To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now. Be better than I was. Don’t let it consume you.” He pushed the bubble forward. Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions. “Hahaha… that takes me back.” Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise. As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak. “Thank you for everything, Black! I’ll never forget your sacrifices. I promise to keep this power in check!” “Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend. I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained! Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on. Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well. I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance." He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away. “…you guys! I think he’s waking up!” I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine. She burst into fresh tears of relief. “Please never scare us like that again!!” — The End — @blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️ (Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'
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Farewell, my friend 🪦

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AI art 'Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)' with user description 'Here's the next chapter in Ankha's story! I hope you'll all enjoy it! ❤️ Previous chapters: 1) https://betterwaifu.com/post/grjrepy 2) https://betterwaifu.com/post/bf8emh3 2½) https://betterwaifu.com/post/ckfd5yr — Story time — For the past few weeks, Ankha had been haunted by nightmares almost every night. This dark, stormy evening was no exception. She stood frozen in that dreadful basement, her heart pounding as her eyes darted desperately around the dim space. There was no sign of Nagatoro or any of the other girls that were there before. She tried to call for help, but her voice refused to work. Just as she began to think she was alone, a flicker of movement caught her eye in the corner. Ankha spun around. A swarm of eerie, pale hands was crawling toward her—from the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. The horrifying image of that black-and-white bear flashed through her mind. She turned to run, but the hands were faster. One clamped around her ankle, yanking her off balance. She hit the ground hard, and more hands immediately seized her arms, legs, and torso. “No… let me go!” she tried to scream, but only a choked whimper escaped. The hands rolled her onto her back, pinning her down as several fingers crept toward her face. They forced their way into her mouth just as she finally managed to let out a blood-curdling scream. Ankha jolted awake, her own scream still echoing in her ears. She was drenched in cold sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks. Before she could even catch her breath, a sharp knock sounded at her bedroom door. “Ankha? Ankha!” Tara’s worried voice called from the hallway. “Is everything okay? We heard a scream!” With trembling hands, Ankha opened the door. Tara and her brother Terror2 stood there, both looking alarmed. The moment Tara saw Ankha’s tear-streaked face and shaking body, she stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re okay… you’re safe,” Tara whispered, rubbing her back gently. Terror2 lingered awkwardly in the doorway. “What happened? Is she hurt?” Tara shot him a firm look over Ankha’s shoulder and jerked her head toward the hall, silently telling him to leave. He opened his mouth to protest, but after a moment he sighed. “Alright… I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He closed the door quietly behind him. Ankha clung to Tara, her sobs slowly easing. When she finally pulled back a little, Tara guided her over to the bed and sat beside her. “Talk to me,” Tara said softly. “What was it this time?” Ankha wiped her eyes with a shaky breath. “It’s the same nightmare again… that horrible basement. There were hands everywhere—coming out of the walls, the floor… They grabbed me and I couldn’t get away. And that bear… it always feels so real. I haven’t slept properly in weeks, Tara. I don’t know what to do anymore.” “Oh, Ankha…” Tara’s voice was full of sympathy. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “I wish I could make them stop. Have you tried anything that might help?” “Nothing works,” Ankha whispered, her voice cracking again. “I’m so tired…” Tara thought for a moment, then brightened. “Wait—I have a friend who might be able to help with this kind of thing. I’ll send her a message right now.” She started to stand, but Ankha quickly grabbed her wrist. “Please… don’t go,” she begged, eyes wide with fear. “Just stay with me a little longer.” Tara paused, then smiled gently. “I was only going to grab my phone from my room… but it can wait until morning.” She glanced at the bed. “Is there room for me here too?” Ankha’s face softened with relief. She nodded quickly. “There’s plenty of space. Thank you so much, Tara. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.” The two girls talked quietly for a while longer—about lighter things, silly memories, and anything that might chase the darkness away—until they eventually drifted off side by side. This time, Ankha found herself floating in a sea of soft pink clouds. Everything felt warm and gentle. Without even thinking, beautiful wings sprouted from her back, and she soared through the fluffy sky. All the fear from her earlier nightmare had vanished completely. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe and at peace—all thanks to her best friend Tara. — To be continued — Thank you all for reading! I really struggled to put a sexy scene in this chapter of Ankha's story. I didn't want it to feel forced, so in the end all I could do was add in a nice ending image. (Still not NSFW though... 😓) I promise the next chapter in Ankha's story will feature a lot more naked skin! (...or fur?) I hope you can still get some enjoyment out of this post @blackhairedstudent, god bless your soul. I pray for your account everyday! 😘 And lastly, let me tag everyone else as well! 🥰 @zerogroupe21 @doggomage @usagi77 @thoughtzi @octavian @heihund @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @barry915 @cro_bo @zesoul @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @goobygubby @peterco @a_casual_prompter'
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Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)

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AI art 'The reason why Ankha didn't attend Panda Con (Chapter 2)' with user description '— This is a continuation of @gildenstein's previous post 'As you wish 😁' — After finishing her lapdance for @octavian and thoroughly enjoying herself with @bad77’s wife Annie, Akiko suddenly perked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, do you guys mind if I invite another friend?" she asked. "Of course not!" @parda replied. "The more the merrier!" @ririfake added with a grin. "But she has to wear a panda-themed outfit like the rest of us!" @peterco insisted. Akiko giggled. "Oh, that won’t be a problem. She loves dressing up." She flopped onto a couch, pulled out her phone, and dialed. It rang for a while before a soft, sleepy voice finally answered. "Hello? Akiko…? Do you have any idea what time it is? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" "Oops! Sorry, Ankha!" Akiko said sweetly. "I didn’t realize it was already past midnight. But I have a really good reason, I promise! There’s this amazing party happening right now at the old abandoned factory near your place. It started as some convention by @warmicestudios, but things got wild and now it’s turned into a full-blown bash!" Ankha yawned. "Okay… and what makes this party so special?" In the background, someone shouted, "Don’t forget the costume!" Ankha’s tone shifted, now slightly more awake. "Was that Peterco? What costume? What kind of party is this?" Akiko laughed. "That’s the best part! Everyone’s wearing cute or sexy panda outfits. It started as a panda convention, so the dress code is mandatory." "Pandas…?" Ankha’s voice brightened instantly. "You mean those adorable little bears? Aww, I love pandas! I think I still have that panda hoodie somewhere… Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker so I can look for it." Ankha set her phone down on the bed and began digging through her wardrobe. As she searched, her imagination started to wander. At first, she pictured herself in the cozy panda hoodie, smiling shyly. Then the image shifted—she was wearing a cute panda-themed bikini, splashing and playing with fluffy pandas by the water. The thought made her hum happily. But the images kept changing. Soon she saw herself in revealing panda lingerie, confidently dancing on a stripper pole while the party cheered her on. A thrill ran through her. Then the pandas in her mind began to look… wrong. Twisted. Unnatural. Suddenly, the face of the horrible bear from her nightmare a few nights ago flashed before her eyes. The images turned dark. She was no longer at a party—she was back in that filthy basement. The ugly men. Their rough hands. The endless, degrading acts. The thick loads of cum she was forced to swallow. The way they left her broken and leaking on the cold floor. Ankha froze, her breathing shaky. "N-no… That was just a dream," she whispered. "It wasn’t real… That bear wasn’t real—" A blood-curdling scream tore from her throat. "NOOOOOOO~!!!" Akiko nearly dropped her phone. "Ankha?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" Sobbing came through the speaker, raw and broken. "No… Everything is not okay," Ankha cried. "It’s all because of that stupid bear… I’m sorry, Akiko. I can’t come. I’m not in the mood anymore." More heart-wrenching sobs echoed before the call abruptly ended. Akiko stared at her phone, stunned. Peterco tilted his head. "So? Is she coming? You told her about the panda costume, right?" Akiko shook her head slowly. "No… She started talking about some ‘stupid bear’ and then just… hung up." @blackhairedstudent let out a quiet, eerie chuckle. "Kukukukuu~… I wonder what that was about." Peterco shrugged. "Her loss! Come on, let’s get this party going again! I challenge everyone to a 1-on-1 bamboo sword battle!" @barry915 laughed. "You’re on! I could beat you with my eyes closed. Annie, mind being my blindfold?" And so the party raged on for many more hours, filled with laughter, chaos, and panda-themed debauchery. But not for Ankha. She stayed curled up in her dark bedroom, sobbing quietly until exhaustion finally pulled her back into an uneasy sleep. — The end? 🐼 —'
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The reason why Ankha didn't attend Panda Con (Chapter 2)

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