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Anima Base is now available

chheese
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Local taste

zuzul
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”' with user description 'A sexy, velvet female voice: “I had just received the most beautiful pearl thong I’ve ever seen. I wish I could say it came from a lover or a secret fan, but no. It came from the Tech Department. It is a special radar, beacon-thing. Most likely the pearls are not even real. But hey, they look so real I won’t tell anyone. I’ll pretend they were a real gift from a secret admirer.” Barry opens another hard case. From it he takes out a couple of smaller pearl strings. - “And I made matching anklets. Here, let me put them on you.” Barry kneels down in front of her ready to place those anklets on her but as Pearl raises her knee and places her naked foot in front of him, Barry freezes. The sight of Pearl’s intimate part being so close to him, touching her leg and the scent of her perfume, makes Barry’s mind go blank. Barry goes to a place where Pearl and him are together. A nice place where they live together as a married couple and where Pearl is madly in love with him. He imagines that Pearl is … - “Barry915! Barry915! WHERE ARE YOU??!!” A loud voice on the intercom snaps Barry out of his fantasy. - “Barry come on! They are waiting for us!” Pearl tells him. - “What?! Ooh, sorry I… I… never mind! Barry looks down and focuses his attention on placing both anklets as fast as he can. - “They are beautiful, Barry! Thank you!!” - “It is… (he wanted to say ‘a pleasure’ but instead he said) my job” He smiles. - “Hey, Barry… (Pearl starts blushing) I need to ask for a favor, a BIG favor. Please don’t tell the guys that I haven’t had sex in a long time. Please Barry, please!! I’ll be the laughing-mockery of the Station!!” - “Em, yeah, sure. Of course, I can keep a secret.” - “Oh, Barry you are amazing!! Thank you so much!” (kisses him on the mouth) I love you, you know that! - “Mmh, yes I know that. I love you too…” Pearl rushes out the door. TRAINING DECK - MOMENT LATER! Everyone is there. Either naked on in their underwear. They are all showing their new devices to one another. - “Hey, finally Jennings is here! Now we can start” Commissioner addresses the crowd: - “You have all been given updated devices. They all have a new feature that we will test right now. Behind that gate is a large labyrinth with hidden rooms with difficult or no access. Inside a few rooms we have manage to secure some. . . Catgirls” - “What?!” Everybody is surprised. - “Don’t worry! I assure you this means no harm to you! You will not be in ANY contact with them. And that is the whole purpose of this. You see “Cuteness” has a very special frequency. “Cute Girls” they vibrate at a HIGHER frequency. Color pink leaves traces. Your devices are specially equipped with radars and sensors that detect that high frequency so you’ll be able to detect when ‘cuteness’ is near by. Even if several feet away in another room. Now all you have to do is pay close attention at the vibration of your device and practice getting closer to the source. Of course the closer cuteness is the harder your device will vibrate”. The gates unlock. One by one start walking in to that dark labyrinth. - “Good luck ladies and gentleman” (To be continued)'
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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

warmicestudios
AI art '🚗 Car girls' with user description '@onlyyouprod @terror2 @parda @warmicestudios Hey, here are your "car girls" 😁'
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🚗 Car girls

peterco
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Trench Coat

zuzul
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Walkies with Anya

zesoul
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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
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Ellie's day out

zesoul
AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow. She seems excited over the phone. But doing it makes her nervous. But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'
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Night-time walk with Anara

zesoul
AI art 'May can't keep her clothes on' with user description 'I have to say this is not my usual style 😅​ But i kinda like this cartoonish effect it's much close to the real anime 🙂​ Enjoy 🥰​'
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May can't keep her clothes on

herlin
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

herlin
AI art 'Mahiru Casting' with user description 'The tropical humidity of Jabberwock Island was suffocating as Mahiru Koizumi stood in the shadow of the Monokuma Rock. Across from her, Junko Enoshima leaned back against a jagged stone, her eyes dancing with a manic, bored hunger. She wasn't just a participant in the game; she was the architect, the voice behind the bear, and the one holding Mahiru’s entire past in her hands. "You're so responsible, Mahiru-chan," Junko drawled, tossing a thick folder of Mahiru’s childhood photos—the only ones left of her late mother—over a small fire pit. "But being 'big sister' is just a mask for how much you fear being used. I don't need to tell Monokuma anything. I *am* the despair you're running from. If you want these memories back before they turn to ash, you’re going to give me a show that proves you’re nothing more than a fleshy prop." Junko reached into a bag and tossed a garment at Mahiru’s feet. It was a transparent, mesh-string bikini that offered zero coverage, meant only to highlight every inch of her skin. "Put it on. We’re going to the beach, and I’ve invited fifty 'Islander NPCs' who are very, very hungry for a freckled little toy." The negotiation was a slaughter. Mahiru, desperate to save the only link to her mother, stepped into the water under the pale moon, her body fully visible through the clear fabric. The fifty men were already there, a wall of shadowed, silent muscle. As soon as she stepped onto the sand, she was swarmed. The ordeal was a masterpiece of sensory destruction. Mahiru was immediately seized, dozens of hands grabbing and gropping her freckled body, their fingers digging into her pale skin as they fought for a piece of her. The transparent bikini was a cruel joke, drawing their eyes to exactly where they intended to invade. "Please... there's so many of you..." Mahiru’s plea was cut short as a man forced himself into her mouth, gagging her with his girth. It was a systematic hollowing. At any given moment, she was being filled by three men—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one stretching her anal passage to its absolute limit. The scale was staggering. As each man finished, he was instantly replaced. Mahiru was a communal vessel, a raw, aching piece of meat being processed by a relentless assembly line. The men gropped her breasts and thighs, their rough palms reddening her freckled skin until she was a map of their collective greed. By the fourth hour, the "responsible" girl was gone. In her place was a sobbing, arching mess. The friction of the sand and the relentless, heavy-caliber intrusions turned her core into a throbbing, distended void. She felt the rhythmic, animalistic thud of fifty men’s lust, her anatomy forced to accommodate diameters it was never meant to house. The bukkake sessions were the final insult; every few minutes, a group would surround her, drenching her face and her transparent bikini in a cooling, white deluge that blinded her. She was a living monument to submission, a "Big Sister" reduced to a leaking orifice. When dawn broke, the men vanished, leaving Mahiru collapsed on the shoreline. Her legs trembled violently, and her core felt like an empty, ruined hall, her body permanently loosened and inflamed. Junko stepped onto the sand, her heels sinking into the grit. She looked down at Mahiru—covered in filth, her freckled body bruised and leaking, the transparent bikini ruined and hanging off one hip—and let out a delighted, jagged laugh. "Wow, Mahiru! You really are just a hole after all!" Junko giggled, tossing the folder of photos onto the sand. "You look so *despair-inducing*! I love how the 'Ultimate Photographer' ended up as the 'Ultimate Beach Whore.' Seeing fifty men use you like a public utility was the highlight of my week!" Mahiru reached for the photos with a shaky hand, her voice a hollow, broken rasp. "I... I have her back." She looked at the ocean, the evidence of fifty men leaking from her ravaged body and staining the pristine sand. "I thought I captured the world... but tonight, the world finally captured me. I’m not a sister anymore. I’m just a hole the island used and discarded."'
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Mahiru Casting

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kibh
AI art 'Hiyoko Casting' with user description 'The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a sterile, soul-crushing boredom that I absolutely adored. I adjusted my sunglasses, my fingers drumming against the handle of a vibrant green suitcase. It was heavy—unusually heavy for a carry-on—but I pulled it with a skip in my step. Inside, tucked away like a precious, foul-mouthed doll, was Hiyoko Saionji. The flight was a blur of despair-filled anticipation. By the time I reached the humid, nameless country and navigated the back alleys to the rendezvous point—a derelict warehouse smelling of salt and rot—my skin was tingling. A group of men stood there, the kind of bottom-feeders that society tries to pretend don't exist. Sexual offenders, outcasts, the worst of the worst. Perfect. "You brought the package?" the leader grunted, eyeing the green case. "Oh, better than that," I purred, dropping to my knees. "I brought an appetizer." I didn't waste time. I moved from one man to the next, my hands and mouth working with a manic, despair-inducing precision. I did fellatio on every single member of the gang, watching their eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and confusion. I wanted them primed. I wanted them hungry. I wanted their blood pumping and their primal instincts screaming for the main course. By the time I stood up, wiping my lip with a wicked grin, the room was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation. "Enjoy the dessert," I giggled, blowing them a kiss as I stepped out into the night, leaving the suitcase behind. ### Hiyoko’s POV The world was dark, cramped, and cold. I had been curled in that suitcase for hours, completely naked, my skin pressed against the hard lining. I could hear the muffled sounds of Junko’s voice, the wet, rhythmic noises of her "service," and then... a final, chilling silence. The suitcase tipped over with a thud. The zipper rasped, a jagged line of light cutting through my dark prison. The lid flipped open. I blinked against the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. I didn't reach for anything to cover myself—I didn't have anything. I was exposed, vulnerable, and exactly where I wanted to be. Surrounding me was a wall of men—rough, scarred, and completely aroused. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw a forest of penises, angry and engorged, hovering just inches from my face. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my ears. They didn't waste a second. Rough hands hauled my naked body out of the case. They moved with a practiced, brutal efficiency, binding my bare limbs in intricate BDSM ropes. The coarse hemp bit into my soft, unprotected skin, pulling me taut until my back arched and my body was displayed like a piece of meat on a hook. "Look at this little thing," one of them hissed, his hand calloused as it roamed over my stomach. "She's been waiting for us." Then, the onslaught began. Because I was already naked, there was no barrier, no delay. They used me in every way possible—orally, vaginally, and anal. I was a vessel for their collective depravity. The friction was relentless, the weight of their massive bodies crushing the air from my lungs. I was gagged, my cries muffled as they took turns, sometimes two or three at once, filling every available space I had. The humiliation was absolute; the physical sensation was an overwhelming tide of heat and pressure that made my vision swim. But as a thick, hot wave of their release coated my bare skin and filled my throat, a thought flickered through the haze of my mind. Junko thought she was breaking me. She thought she was throwing me into the pit of despair by selling my naked, helpless body to these monsters. But as I felt the rough rope burn against my thighs and the sheer power of these men tearing into me, I couldn't help the secret, internal thrill. This was exactly what I had asked for. I had been the one to whisper the idea to Junko weeks ago, feigning fear while planting the seed of this "betrayal." The kidnapping, the suitcase, the naked delivery—it was all my design. Every sting of the rope and every monstrous stretch was a fulfillment of the one fetish I could never tell the other Ultimates about. As the leader gripped my hair and forced me down once more, I didn't feel despair. I felt a twisted, ecstatic sense of victory.'
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Hiyoko Casting

blackhairedstudent
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Soulless Suka

octavian
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🥳 @zuzul 4000 followers

peterco
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Make herself comfortable

zuzul
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Nejire 🐮

herlin
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Random pics that doesn't fit in sets

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