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AI art 'Kaguya Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The Sunday sun filtered through the stained glass of the chapel, casting vibrant hues of crimson and gold across Kaguya Shinomiya’s folded hands. To the world, she was the ice queen, the pinnacle of refinement and the heir to a trillion-yen empire. But as the final "Amen" echoed, her heart raced not with piety, but with the anticipation of the transformation that awaited her. She left the sanctuary with the grace of a saint, yet her thoughts were already descending into the dark, meticulously planned ritual she had commissioned to escape the suffocating weight of her own name. Once inside the secluded, soundproofed manor she kept hidden from the Shinomiya eyes, the transition began. The six men she had selected were chosen for their sheer physical presence and their willingness to strip away every layer of her dignity. They were the antithesis of the polished suitors her father favored. As she stood before them, still clad in her Sunday best, the psychological shift was instantaneous. The "Ice Queen" didn't just melt; she shattered. *This is what I am beneath the pearls,* she thought, her breath hitching as the first of them barked a command for her to drop to her knees. *Not an heir, not a genius. Just a creature meant to be used. A dog.* The contrast was the source of her ecstasy. Every Sunday morning, she was forced to be perfect—every word measured, every glance calculated. Here, in the dim light of the basement, she was forbidden from speaking unless it was a whimper of submission. As the men loomed over her, their shadows swallowing her small frame, Kaguya felt a profound sense of relief. The burden of being "Kaguya Shinomiya" was a crown of thorns; here, it was replaced by a collar. One of them roughly grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Time to work, Skank," he growled. Kaguya’s mind spun. *Yes. Call me that. Erase the Shinomiya. Erase the dignity.* The physical reality of the situation was a brutal, rhythmic onslaught. As they began to use her, focusing entirely on her back way to preserve the "purity" that her family so obsessively guarded for future political alliances, Kaguya’s internal monologue was a frantic loop of self-discovery. Each impact was a reminder that she possessed a body that could feel something other than the cold chill of expectation. She felt the heat of them, the smell of sweat and leather, and the overwhelming power they exerted over her. *I paid for this,* she reminded herself, a surge of pride mixing with her shame. *I am the one who orchestrated my own undoing. I am so powerful that I can buy my own powerlessness.* When the time came for the culmination of their efforts, Kaguya was guided toward the floor. Two heavy ceramic bowls sat there, mockingly labeled in bold, black letters: **SKANK** and **SLUT**. As they filled her with their collective heat, the command was given. She was to push it all out into the bowls—a physical manifestation of her being "emptied" of her status. Kaguya trembled on all fours, her muscles aching, her mind a haze of endorphins and adrenaline. As she watched the bowls fill, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. This was the only thing she had ever produced that wasn't for the sake of the family business or academic excellence. It was raw, it was vile, and it was entirely hers. "Drink," another man commanded, his voice a low rumble behind her. As she lowered her face to the bowl, lapping at the contents like a common stray, she felt him enter her from behind, restarting the cycle of motion. The humiliation was a cold fire in her veins. *Look at the great Kaguya now,* she mocked herself. *Drinking from a dog bowl while being used like an animal. If they could see me now, the world would stop turning.* But that was the point. The world didn't see. Only these six men saw, and to them, she wasn't a Shinomiya; she was exactly what was written on the bowl. Every lap of her tongue, every jolt of her body against the man behind her, was a strike against the cage her life had become. She enjoyed it with a desperate, starving intensity. The fear of being caught was the seasoning that made the shame taste like wine. In these moments, she wasn't the girl who had to win every battle; she was the girl who had already lost everything, and in that loss, she found the only true freedom she had ever known. By the time the sun began to set, Kaguya was exhausted, her body marked and her pride nonexistent. But as she dressed herself in silence, preparing to return to the cold palace of her reality, she felt a quiet, simmering strength. She would be the perfect ice queen for six days, fueled by the memory of the Sunday when she was nothing more than a dog.'
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Kaguya Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Happy Mother's Day!' with user description 'In a lot of different countries all over the world May 10th is Mother's Day! Here's a selection of 14 of the hottest moms in videogames, movies, cartoons and anime. (And 1 not so hot.) Do you have a favorite or was she missing from this list? Please share it in the comments down below. (Prompts are hidden because every image was upscaled with the HD Enhance Face tool, making them essentially useless.) In all seriousness, today is the day we should all show some appreciation to the most important woman in our lives. She has been there for you since the very start and you should be thankful for that. If you haven't already done so today, tell her how grateful you are for everything she's done for you. It would probably make her really happy and she deserves it. Bye bye!'
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Happy Mother's Day!

terror2
AI art '2k followers - Unreleased images' with user description 'Thank you all for hitting 2,000 followers! in celebration, i'm releasing some of my shots since i started. #1 is the first prompt I ever did. #2 is the first render of the Vale Sisters #3 - #9 are unreleased original characters #10 - #19 are character prompts unused #20 - #26 Unreleased sex poses #29 most recent prompt'
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2k followers - Unreleased images

octavian
AI art "Eye Candy"
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Eye Candy

thoughtzi
AI art 'CHAPTER 16: The Breakdown.' with user description 'Suggested soundtrack —> https://youtu.be/PcHvL1aTKEk?si=kve5rr7Dp4_82cR5 ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ —— THE BREAKDOWN——— - “I had moved from one place to another, every time further and further away. I don’t know if I grew TIRED or if I grew WISER, probably both, but I had to stop” Madame Li had been so tense that she has to stretch. So she does. A perfect leg split and her arms stretched far back. A sight of relief. Pearl only looks at her in awe. - “Ah, it feels good to finally talk about this with someone” Says Madame Li with her head rested back. “I’m probably boring you to death” - “No… (softly replies Pearl) not at all” Madame Li places herself back into a more comfortable position. - “I know you are here for the Pink Disease, but I promise it’ll all make sense at the end” - “Don’t worry… please continue” With a calm tone Madame Li continues: - “Every time I moved I never placed too much attention as to where my feet were going. I just kept walking following the road in front of me, until one winter, I realized I was already circling around the outskirts of Mongolia and was about to enter the Kunlun Mountains. There was no more China to walk.” - “Or no more China to fuck” Said Pearl with an air of caution. - “Those, Detective, were my thoughts exactly” said Madame Li with a firm tone. “From the green Yunnan fields, through the three big cities, up the beautiful Songhua River and back across the Gobi dessert to now be facing the Kunlun mountains. Oh, I have tasted the cum of man and women, but you have to understand something: I didn’t mind sex for money, that was my job, that’s how I made a living. No, it was not that, what I DID MIND was knowing I was not ‘the best’ at that. I was not the best at ANYTHING!” Madame Li takes a pause. - “Somehow that land had reminded me of home and the days after I lost my father. The promise I had made to the villagers that I would someday be the best fighter who ever lived. Something inside me started to hurt. For the first time my PRIDE started to hurt. Never in my life had I felt that before” - “That horizon reminded me of home, those sunsets were like a blockade to me. I couldn’t continue on. My body would not allow me. - “All around that area there were ‘bothy huts’. (free, unlocked huts for traveler’s use or shelter) so I decided to stay in one and even though that was not a particularly cold winter, inside my heart there was a cold, freezing feeling. Questions inside my head started to grow heavy. I wanted to be the best at something, I NEEDED to be the best at something, I’ve had enough of that mediocre life!! I had to make a choice, either I was going to be the best Cum Vessel that ever existed and my hips and pussy were gonna be worshiped world wide, or I was going to become the best fighter that ever lived. - Two paths, two choices: Become a professional prostitute or a profesional fighter. I know I have always been a good fuck, but I believe that I have always been a much better fighter. I decided, right there and then, that I would make fighting and training my main priority" (To be continued… ) ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ @parda @herlin @gildenstein @kevinmight @dreamerofdreams @bad77 @onlyyouprod @tacks0540'
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CHAPTER 16: The Breakdown.

warmicestudios
AI art '"Miler" provisional. parte 1.' with user description '!!Miler!! is his provisional name, I couldn't think of a good one, if anyone has a suggestion I will listen I read the comments.'
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"Miler" provisional. parte 1.

dreamwalker
AI art "Erina Nakiri (Food Wars)"
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Erina Nakiri (Food Wars)

riekko
AI art 'Nemona Lost A Battle' with user description 'I bounced through the academy woods with my huge energetic grin, long blonde hair swinging wildly as my coat flapped behind me. Suddenly this black-and-white bear popped out, holding some shiny Pokeballs with a mischievous smirk. "Hey hey! You there, bear guy! Those Pokeballs look super strong. Let's battle right now! It'll be so much fun, I promise!" Monokuma chuckled. I kept insisting playfully, leaning in with sparkling eyes. "Aww, don't be boring! Battling's the absolute best way to get stronger and make friends! Pleeease? One match!" He grinned slyly. "Alright, but if you lose, you do EVERYTHING I say. No backing out, no matter what." I laughed confidently and clapped my hands. "Deal! And if I win, you give me a powerful Pokémon and grant me anything I want too! Let's make this epic!" The battle was wild and intense. His legendary team—Eternatus, Zacian, Urshifu, Calyrex Shadow Rider, Groudon, Mega Raichu—completely overpowered mine no matter how hard I cheered and strategized. I lost on the final Pokémon. "Wow, you're really tough!" I said, hands on hips, still smiling brightly even in defeat. Monokuma's grin widened. "Now you do everything I say for a week. You're my sex slave." I blinked, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of my neck. "Whoa whoa, that's way too extreme! No way, bear guy!" He reminded me firmly of the "everything I say" deal. We negotiated back and forth, me trying to keep it light and easygoing. Finally I agreed, but with one big condition: my pussy virginity stays completely untouched. Only my ass. **First day.** Monokuma didn't touch me himself. Instead he called over some of his big-cocked friends. They were ruthless! Bent over in the hidden room, they took turns pounding my ass with raw power and rage for hours, stretching me deep and filling me without mercy. Pain mixed with intense sparks that made my head spin. *This is so crazy... I just wanted a fun battle with a weird bear, and now his friends are wrecking my ass like this! My body's trembling, but a deal's a deal!* Starving afterward, I panted with an awkward grin, "Food... I really need something to eat now!" Monokuma placed two dog bowls on the floor—one labeled "Free," the other "Slut." "They're empty!" I said, tilting my head cutely. "Fill them up. That's the only food you'll have all week," he ordered. I realized he meant the thick, warm cum dripping from my well-used asshole. *Ehh?! He wants me to eat all that cum straight from my own ass like a hungry puppy? This is super humiliating... but I lost fair and square, so I'm easygoing enough to handle it, right?* Blushing hard, I dropped to all fours and started scooping the sticky loads into the "Slut" bowl, licking it up with shy little moans. While I was eating, face buried in the bowl, Monokuma called more friends over. They grabbed my hips and shoved their big cocks back into my sore ass, thrusting hard to pump fresh "food" right into me as I swallowed. *Ahh! They're filling me up again while I'm still eating the last batch! It's so messy and warm, cum leaking everywhere as they pound deeper. My thoughts are spinning—I feel so ashamed, but there's this weird tingle building... I keep lapping it up like a good sport!* He kept the cycle going all day, calling different big-cocked guys to use my ass relentlessly while I ate. By mid-week, I was getting used to it. The humiliation started mixing with real excitement. Every time my bowls emptied, I'd look up eagerly, my easygoing smile turning a bit needy. *More... I need the next meal soon.* My ass felt constantly full and dripping, but I craved it now. One evening, as I licked the "Slut" bowl clean, I turned to Monokuma with flushed cheeks and said breathlessly, "Hey... call even more friends, okay? Each person has a different taste! I want to try all the flavors for my meals." *I can't believe I'm asking for this, but it's true—the salty, thick loads vary so much and I'm getting addicted to the variety. My body feels alive in this weird way!* The friends kept coming, pounding my ass raw in shifts, unloading deep inside so I always had fresh cum to scoop and devour on all fours. I became extremely anxious for the next "refeição," wiggling my hips impatiently whenever the bowls ran low. *Hurry up and fill me again... I need it so bad now. This started as a simple challenge, but now I'm loving being their cum-eating ass slut. The degradation just makes it hotter!* By the end of the week, my ass was sore but my spirit was buzzing with twisted satisfaction. After the last meal, I looked up at Monokuma with bright, hopeful eyes and asked, "So... after this week ends, can I come dine with you and your friends every weekend? Please? I really want to keep having these special meals!" Monokuma laughed as I waited anxiously for his answer, my easygoing nature now fully embracing the new craving.'
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Nemona Lost A Battle

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AI art "Encounters"
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Encounters

juliaanriasahi
AI art 'All-star staff' with user description 'The night shift at Hooters is the best.'
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All-star staff

octavian
AI art "Feet wars Erina Nakiri (Food Wars)"
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Feet wars Erina Nakiri (Food Wars)

parda
AI art "Breakfast is important"

Breakfast is important

zuzul
AI art "Akame ga Kill-Defeated"
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Akame ga Kill-Defeated

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aitigrex
AI art "Ryu 3"
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Ryu 3

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tom15
AI art "Hurry up"

Hurry up

zuzul
AI art 'Food'
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