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AI art '😻 Cat games, 2nd Night' with user description 'What do my kitties do when I'm not at home? 😺 Yeah, they play 😺'
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😻 Cat games, 2nd Night

peterco
AI art '📰 Magazine Cover' with user description '@octavian came with an inspiring idea 👍 Fake Magazine Cover + Wrestling + Cats 😺 What could get wrong? 😏 Yeah, they are still adorable, but beware, they scratch! 😁'
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📰 Magazine Cover

peterco
AI art '3girls fun' with user description 'The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the coastal waters of the Northern Lands in shades of bruised purple and shimmering gold. The rhythmic crashing of waves was the only sound for miles, save for the occasional cry of a distant gull. Frieren sat on a bleached piece of driftwood, her eyes fixed on the horizon with ageless, detached curiosity. Nearby, Fern was meticulously folding their travel cloaks, her expression a mask of stoic duty, though the humidity was clearly making her irritable. Ubel, however, was not resting. She stood at the edge of the tide, her green hair whipped about by the salt spray, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the shoreline. Suddenly, she stopped, a sharp, jagged grin cutting across her face. "Nyahaha... hey, look at that," Ubel called out, gesturing toward a solitary figure further down the beach. A man was walking along the water's edge, completely nude. Even from this distance, his silhouette was imposing, but as he drew closer, one specific detail became impossible to ignore. He possessed a member of truly staggering proportions—an **extremely big** organ that swayed with a heavy, rhythmic weight against his thighs as he walked. "He looks like he’s carrying a third leg," Ubel whispered, her voice thick with dark, predatory amusement. She turned back to the mages, her eyes glinting with chaotic energy. "Hey, Frieren. Fern. I just had a brilliant, messy idea for how we can spend our evening." Fern stood up, clutching a cloak to her chest. "Ubel, whatever you are thinking, the answer is no. We are here to rest, not to engage in your eccentricities." "Oh, come on, Fern! Don't be such a stiff," Ubel laughed, walking toward them with cat-like grace. "Look at him. A specimen like that doesn't just wander onto a beach every day. And look at us—three powerful mages, all bored. Wouldn't it be a waste to just watch the sunset?" Frieren tilted her head. "What are you proposing, Ubel?" "A performance," Ubel purred, leaning in close. "I want to do something visceral. I want the three of us to engage in something beautiful right here on the sand. A three-way lesbian encounter. I want to feel your skin against mine, Fern’s soft pouting lips against yours, Frieren. And I want that man to watch us. Better yet, I want him to photograph it. I want a record of the moment the stoic mages of the Hero’s party finally lost their composure." Fern’s face turned a violent shade of crimson. "That is... that is absolutely indecent! To have a stranger photograph such a thing? And with *each other*?" "It’s not just for him, Fern," Ubel countered, her voice dropping to a seductive, manipulative velvet. "It’s for the sensation. Think of the mana we could generate through that kind of raw, uninhibited release. And once he’s finished documenting us... once he’s sufficiently worked up by the sight of three beautiful women devouring each other... then we bring him in for the finale." Ubel glanced back at the man, who had stopped and was now watching them with awe. "I want to see if that **extremely big** gift of his is as functional as it is aesthetic. I want the three of us to give him a combined paizuri. Imagine it: our chests pressed together, the three of us surrounding that massive pillar of heat, working in unison. And then, the oral. I want to see you, Fern, forced to open that judgmental mouth wider than you ever thought possible just to accommodate him." Fern was shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. "I... I couldn't. It’s too much... too many people..." "Frieren?" Ubel asked, looking at the master. "You’ve lived for a thousand years. Haven't you ever wondered what it’s like to truly let go of the 'legend' and just be a creature of flesh? To be used and to use in return?" Frieren was silent for a long time, her gaze shifting from Ubel to the man, and finally to the trembling Fern. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the elf's lips. "It would certainly be a new experience. And magic is, at its core, the pursuit of understanding the impossible. A specimen of that size... it is a biological curiosity." "Nyeh... Mistress?" Fern gasped, her eyes wide. "If Frieren is in, you have to be in, Fern," Ubel whispered, stepping behind the younger girl and wrapping her arms around her waist. "Don't you want to see what happens when the three of us stop being mages and start being... toys?" Fern looked at Frieren, seeing the quiet, curious acceptance in her eyes. The apprentice’s resistance began to crumble, replaced by a surging, forbidden heat. "I... I suppose..." Fern whispered, her head hanging low, though her heart was racing. "If Mistress Frieren says it is a necessary study... I will comply." "Good girls," Ubel cackled, waving the man over. "Hey, you! Bring your camera! We have a show for you, and if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you taste the stars!"'
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3girls fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art
30

Sans titre

chainny
AI art "Frieren and Maomao experimenting"
14

Frieren and Maomao experimenting

ankokuchan
AI art 'Vesper & Nana-cha: The Yin & Yang of Chaos ☯️🔥' with user description 'They say opposites attract, but these two take it to a whole other level. It’s like a classic Yin and Yang situation—Vesper is the calm, dark center of the storm, while Nana-cha is the lightning bolt hitting the same spot twice just for the fun of it. Turns out, the dark side and the bright side have a lot more in common than you’d think... especially when the clothes come off.'
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Vesper & Nana-cha: The Yin & Yang of Chaos ☯️🔥

cef_ultra
AI art
20

Sans titre

chainny
AI art '💍 Catgirl Wedding, Part 2' with user description 'What happens after the bride and groom leave the wedding? 😺😏'
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💍 Catgirl Wedding, Part 2

peterco
AI art
30

Sans titre

chainny
Maomao and Frieren (Video)

Maomao and Frieren (Video)

ankokuchan
AI art "Training day MHA"
4

Training day MHA

bunit1214
AI art
22

Sans titre

chainny
AI art

Sans titre

khongkhoing
AI art 'Slime Girls' for prompt: 'plump, tall_female, size_difference, wide_hips, multiple_girls, yuri, fat, pubic_hair, slimy, slime_girl, monster_girl, futa_with_female, futanari, colorful, translucent'
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Slime Girls

proudbottom
AI art 'A glitch in the rhythm, a masterclass in friction. 🔗🌑' with user description 'They’ve returned to the same room, but the air feels different this time. Vesper is the silence between the notes; Nana-cha is the scream that breaks it. It’s a dangerous game of 'stay still' and 'make me move.' Watching them together is like watching a storm try to negotiate with a mountain. Vesper provides the cold, calculated structure, while Nana-cha tests every single boundary until the sparks start to fly. They don't need to speak—the electricity between the Goth’s restraint and the Gal’s rebellion is loud enough to drown out the world. Some things aren't meant to fit, and that's exactly why they're perfect.'
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A glitch in the rhythm, a masterclass in friction. 🔗🌑

cef_ultra
AI art "Vote winner"
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Vote winner

chainny
AI art "Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods"
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Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods

ankokuchan
AI art
4

Sans titre

chainny
AI art "Rinoa Selphie"
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Rinoa Selphie

zulubulu
AI art "Fuji Kiseki: Quality Time With Her Precious Ponies"
30

Fuji Kiseki: Quality Time With Her Precious Ponies

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