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AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand. “This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.” She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation. “I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought. As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits. Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her. After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed. “Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?” “I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied. “I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.” Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?” Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.” Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information. “If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds. “Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts. They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest. “It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face. “Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged. Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world. “FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!” That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep. After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits. (@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'
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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

octavian
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AI art "@peterco's 3K celebration party at the Cat Casino"
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@peterco's 3K celebration party at the Cat Casino

terror2
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AI art 'Scenery' with user description 'In the presence of nature, we are nothing.'
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Scenery

waltersusu
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AI art 'A beautiful authority'
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A beautiful authority

valtek
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AI art "Cloud-chan, we need you!!! 🌬💨🥵"
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Cloud-chan, we need you!!! 🌬💨🥵

terror2
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AI art "🌵 Big cactus 🌵"
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🌵 Big cactus 🌵

parda
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AI art "Maps from Mariana"
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Maps from Mariana

parda
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AI art 'Where are you, Cloud-chan?' with user description 'It's hot out! The girls find ways to beat the heat. Kari the lamia joins the group this time. Cloud-chan is adorable @terror2 . We need her! @cro_bo @heihund @a_casual_prompter @thoughtzi @warmicestudios @peterco @parda @hollenwulf @cef_ultra @reptorn'
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Where are you, Cloud-chan?

doggomage
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AI art 'Leftovers' with user description 'These are some leftovers from different works, some of which never saw the light of day. Thought it would be a shame not to share them. @a_casual_prompter @azariel @barry915 @beelzudude @casca_kirei-onna @cerebru @doggomage @thoughtzi @warmicestudios @wanderlike @ririfake @reptorn @parda @peterco @gildenstein @poly7 @marupisuki777zaza @necronomico @snomme @tinglingdick'
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Leftovers

narillia
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AI art '“MY LEGS”' with user description 'Suggested soundtrack —> https://youtu.be/hjQ0q6lz-pY?si=_m4zTjz89PLcnGmp ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ ——SLEEP. EAT. TRAIN. DO FARMERS. REPEAT ——— “Every morning I would wake up really early and go for my first run. Then stretching, eating. — Farmers fed me a lot of meat and fats that my body needed. They were respectful of my sleep hours which is very important when you are training. And in return I would please them the way they deserved” “We had a great time, they were so happy to have me they brought me extra food and gifts. Those were the happiest days I lived since I left home all those many years back” “While eating I’d visualize my next step, review what I’ve done and on what could I improve. I planned my next training session carefully. I went back to what my father had taught me as a little girl, I remembered what he used to say a lot: “Huã, you are small and if you want to beat your opponents you have to find your advantages over them. Most of the adversaries you will face will be taller than you. You have to learn to use your legs more than your arms. Your legs are longer and have more muscle” "He would have me work my legs constantly, so I replicated that. First I would carry farmers on my back, but then I needed heavier and heavier loads each time. I would work my legs to ‘failure’. I trained really hard! I became disciplined, focused.” “We were also making progress with the farmers, given that their penis shaft had been sucked and rubbed more frequently they were able to last longer inside me. Well, most at least… some couldn’t wait and still ejaculate as soon as I pulled their pants down. Their faces, the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Still, I wouldn’t let them leave. I’d suck them to keep their pleasure and erection going longer” “One day, while eating and planning my fighting skills I thought… what kind of kick could I have that would dominate on the ring? I’ve already perfected an extremely fast side kick where I hit several times per second…. ✨⭐️✨ But that won’t be enough… All kicks are powerful on the one leg performing the blow, but its weak point is the foot you are standing on… What if I could kick with both legs at the same time? But if so… how could I stand? A spinning kick with both legs…. but that kick wouldn’t last long midair… What if…. my upper body was holding me as I kick with both legs…. then that kick could last longer…… But HOW could I kick fast with both legs??….. what if… I can make …… an inverted spinning kick, that could last longer….... ✨⭐️✨ (To be continued… ) ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ @parda @herlin @gildenstein @kevinmight @dreamerofdreams @bad77 @onlyyouprod @tacks0540'
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“MY LEGS”

warmicestudios
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AI art "Vacation with Elise: Part One"
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Vacation with Elise: Part One

dreamerofdreams
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AI art 'The Shadow of the Frontier - Chapter 1: The Trail of Scars' with user description 'The frontier didn’t sleep; it held its breath in the canyon’s jagged throat. Raven stood at the outpost’s lip, red eyes tracking a merchant caravan’s rhythmic sway as it churned into the mud. She cinched the leather straps of her gauntlets until the hide bit. For three days, she had tracked woodsmoke and entitlement. The men she hunted weren’t ghosts; they were cowards flourishing in the thin margins of the law. She shrugged her fur-lined coat tighter against an iron wind. Beneath the heavy leather, delicate lace brushed her skin; a calculated softness against the steel sheathed at her thighs. In this waste, men focused on the silk and forgot the edge. It was a tactical error she exploited with surgical precision. The canyon walls choked the light, spilling bruised shadows across the trail. Raven prowled through the gloom, boots ghosting over the shale. She didn't walk; she uncoiled. The stench hit first: charred suet and sour mash. Three men hunkered around a guttering fire, their shadows twisting into caricatures against the rock. Stolen crates of silk and grain sat piled behind them, the harvest of a raid that had left a village in embers. "Lost, sweetheart?" The leader hauled himself up. He was a slab of a man, carrying a rusted axe and a grin that carved deep lines of gluttony into his face. His gaze dragged over her fur coat, then snagged on the lace peeking from her collar. He saw a trophy, not a threat. Raven didn't speak. She stepped into the firelight, tilting her head to let the embers catch the crimson depth of her eyes. She loosened the clasp of her cloak, a slow, deliberate movement that made the leader’s eyes widen. She wasn't yielding; she was baiting. Seductively lifting her lace top, revealing her delicate breasts that contrasted with her toned midriff, she invited the leader into her territory. And just like that, without her uttering a single word, he bit. The man sent his partners away on a walk so he could enjoy his trophy before dawn. Raven was a master of the performance. Her eyes remained emotionless, cold and watchful while the man surrendered his tactical advantage for a moment of heat. The smirk only surfaced when she saw the first spark of true realization; the moment the prey understands the trap has already snapped. “…RAVEN!!” The leader’s realization came with the spray of blood. It was too late. In a flicker of movement, Raven had her cold blade pressed into the soft tissue beneath his chin. "The merchants are small-time," she hissed, her voice a rasp of whetted stone. "You're blocking the route for a reason. Who?" "You think you've won?" He gasped, the bravado leaking out of him. "You're playing a game too big for you, tracker. We’re just the hands. The dirty work." She slammed the hilt of her blade into his temple. He hit the dirt, senseless. Dawn broke like an open wound as the other men returned to camp. She worked swiftly, leaving three cold bodies and dragging the crates back toward the trail. The wind howled through the canyon, a lonely, mourning sound. She had the goods. She had the names. But the leader's words sat heavy in her gut. The frontier was holding its breath, and Raven knew the storm had finally caught her scent. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Its been a long time coming, but Chapter 1 is here! This is getting tough. Its one thing doing random artistic posts or even straight goon content, but once you have something written down it gets hard to make your vision come to life. Almost thinking this would be easier by hand lol. Anima might be helpful (Cover image made on the new Anima model) even if Raven's character model doesn't turn out the same and the art style is a little more vibrant. Contemplating on fully switching, but we'll see. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ @warmicestudios @gildenstein @terror2 @octavian @a_casual_prompter @peterco @parda @bad77 @zesoul @usagi77 @casca_kirei-onna @smut317 @goobygubby @reptorn @cro_bo @poly7 @murcie'
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The Shadow of the Frontier - Chapter 1: The Trail of Scars

barry915
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AI art "dirty old motel room"
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dirty old motel room

rodsone
AI art "A day at the beach"
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A day at the beach

alcoholiccaptain
AI art "Temperate Beach"

Temperate Beach

cyberdud345
AI art 'Calendar Girl "December" meets "January", Round 2' with user description 'Don't mess with January ❄️😁'
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Calendar Girl "December" meets "January", Round 2

peterco
AI art 'Nagusa'
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Nagusa

lambdadelta
AI art 'Calendar Girl "November" meets "December"' with user description 'What happens when Calendar girl "November" meets "December" in snowy park? 🌨️❄️☃️⚪ 😏'
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Calendar Girl "November" meets "December"

peterco
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AI art "Albino Futa in the Snow"
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Albino Futa in the Snow

saucenbinder
AI art "Blue giantess in the winter forest"
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Blue giantess in the winter forest

zenar