furry

AI art "Ankha's urges"
30

Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art 'Charmander's evolution' with user description 'During the Exeggutor uprising, Charmander evolved into the more temperamental Charmeleon. Misty will, of course, have to compare their tail sizes.'
4

Charmander's evolution

greymaker
AI art for prompt: 'Farmer boy fucking cow furry ear futanari girl. Anal. Fence. Pasture. Dark hair. Green eyes. Big boobs. Soft penis. Cum dripping from futanari dick. Sunset. Petite farmer. Show farmer full body fucking futanari.'
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无标题

hanime34
AI art 'Cosplay Event' with user description 'The glow of the computer monitor reflected in Marin’s energetic eyes as she scrolled through various fabrication forums. She was looking for inspiration for her next big project when a notification pinged—an encrypted, slightly glitchy email with the subject line: **"The Hidden Citadel: A Legend of Orcs and Captives."** It looked like a high-budget, underground immersive event featuring a "shady" medieval RPG theme. The aesthetic was gritty—Orcs, warriors, and ladies in distress. Marin, being a lover of all things niche and hyper-realistic, didn't hesitate. She glanced at the date and location—an old, repurposed warehouse on the outskirts of the city—and hit "Confirm." She was so excited about the opportunity to see high-level creature makeup that she skimmed right over the fine print. Had she slowed down, she would have seen the clause stating that all "female protagonists" were required to adhere to the "Service and Submission" protocol of the Orcish Horde. On the day of the event, Marin arrived dressed in a breathtakingly detailed Princess Peach cosplay. At the entrance, a man in a dark robe handed her a thick stack of papers. "Sign the participation waiver, Princess," he muttered. "Failure to complete the main event results in a permanent blacklist from all major regional cosplay circuits." Assuming it was a standard safety waiver, Marin signed her name with a flourish and stepped through the heavy steel doors. The air inside was thick with the scent of musk, latex, and heavy fog. Standing before her was a mountain of men—at least twenty—all in "perfect" Orc cosplay. These were classic, grotesque monsters: sagging, green-tinted skin, tusks, and massive, protruding bellies. But the detail that made Marin freeze was the "costume" choice. Every single one of them was exposed, their massive members out in the open, looming large and imposing. Initially, Marin’s shock turned into a fit of giggles. "The commitment to the trope is insane!" she laughed, taking selfies while the Orcs watched her with heavy, unblinking eyes. Suddenly, a horn blasted. The atmosphere snapped. The Orcs’ posture changed; the casual "cosplayer" vibe vanished. The grey Orc grabbed Marin’s arm, and another reached out, giving a violent tug to her pink dress. The sound of tearing satin echoed in the hall. "Wait! Stop! My dress!" Marin screamed, her face paling. "This is too far! Stop it!" Instantly, the men froze. The aggressive energy vanished. The grey Orc let go of her arm and stepped back, looking genuinely concerned. He pulled the contract from a nearby table and ripped it into shreds. "We're sorry," he said, his voice no longer a guttural growl but the soft tone of a nervous hobbyist. "We thought you knew. The email, the contract... it was all part of the 'Dark RPG' theme. We thought you were here for that. We're not rapists, Marin. If you didn't know, you shouldn't be here. You can leave right now. No blacklist, no trouble." Marin stood there, clutching the torn fabric of her dress. The door was open. She was free to go. But as she turned to leave, a dark, intrusive thought entered her mind. She looked back at the twenty massive, grotesque "monsters." She thought about her love for extreme realism, for pushing boundaries, and a strange, primal curiosity took hold. She wanted to know if she, as a woman, could actually handle the fantasy she so often admired from a distance. She turned back around, her eyes welling with tears of pure nerves. "Wait," she whispered. Her voice trembled, and she was visibly afraid, but her resolve was there. "I... I want to stay. Everyone here... you can use me. I'm scared, but I want to see if I can take you." The Orcs exchanged glances, and then, with her explicit consent, the main event truly began. They were no longer monsters, but they stayed in character at her request. As the first man approached, Marin was crying from the sheer intensity of the fear and the physical scale of him. But as they began to fuck her, the tears stopped. The fear was replaced by a surging, overwhelming wave of pleasure that she had never experienced. The three-hour marathon was brutal and relentless. Marin served as the "slave" to all twenty men, her body being pushed to its absolute limits. Instead of sobbing, the warehouse was soon filled with her rhythmic, ecstatic moans. She found herself arching into the rough, green skin of the cosplayers, her mind completely lost to the sensation. She climaxed four times, her vision blurring as she was passed from one "Orc" to the next. When the timer finally buzzed, Marin lay on the floor amidst the wreckage of her pink satin, her skin flushed and her hair a tangled mess. She felt exhausted, sore, and strangely fulfilled. She looked up at the grey Orc as she gathered her things. "Hey," she croaked, a dazed smile on her face. "Make sure you text me for next year. I'll be ready."'
30

Cosplay Event

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
20

Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
27

Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
30

Pokemon Easter Eggs

terror2
AI art "Rosalina Captured"
5

Rosalina Captured

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Swimming Class. U.N.A, part 2.' with user description 'You have no idea how difficult it was to upload this story. I had a lot of good creations left over that I couldn't upload. I honestly didn't know furry content was prohibited or anything, but it gave me a lot of trouble to upload. Therefore, there will be a lot of content about this character because of the problems it caused.'
10

Swimming Class. U.N.A, part 2.

crow-7w7
AI art '"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY."' with user description 'In an advanced society where monsters, aliens, dimensional beings, demons, etc., all coexist, there is a very special school: the Umbra Nexus Academy (U.N.A.). A highly prestigious academy, renowned for its high quality. Actually, it's because of the tremendous orgies that take place there, since it's a mixed school where everything is present. Hundreds of teenagers discovering their own bodies and those of their elders. All in the name of science.'
16

"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY."

crow-7w7
AI art 'Loona lounging' for prompt: '1furry, Loona, grey fur, medium perky breasts, upper 1/3 of frame, pierced ears, demonic clothes, fishnets, loose fitting black crop top, pleated checkered miniskirt, big ass, looking at viewer, seductive_pose, legs_up, clothing tattered, completely covered nipples,lewd, sweaty, submissive, hellhound, red eyes, sharp teeth, pentagram background, Enochian wards, sigils, runes'
3

Loona lounging

norsedemonlord
AI art "Sexy Monsters: Harpy, Cyclops and Bugbear"
3

Sexy Monsters: Harpy, Cyclops and Bugbear

q-mang
AI art "Puss in Boots"
8

Puss in Boots

peterco
AI art "Nintendo's Space Ladies"
21

Nintendo's Space Ladies

terror2
AI art 'Furry/Monster' for prompt: '1girl, pale skin, white hair bob, white fox ears, furry, seductive smile, looking down at viewer, big tits thick, big ass, skintight black leather corset, sexy, hot, squeezing tits, exabitionist, bloom, warm light, fog, arid background, kitsune, 9 tails, beautiful face, makeup, small nipples, nipple rings, earrings, masterpiece'
6

Furry/Monster

norsedemonlord
AI art 'Furries'
12

Furries

deathmask123
AI art "250 followers!"
2

250 followers!

terror2
AI art "Floragato's Lunch"

Floragato's Lunch

pokemon_maniac
AI art 'Drowzee's Hunted- Whitney'
30

Drowzee's Hunted- Whitney

deathmask123
AI art 'Loona, Session 3' with user description '“Oh, that privacy? Nah…” Her voice drops to a growl. “I think I’d rather have some company right now.” 🏡🌲 “There you go, sweetie,” she murmurs, smirking as she spreads her legs a bit wider, letting you see more. “But that’s not all you’re gonna see soon,” she adds with a soft growl 🐺 Then, with a wicked grin, she slides off the table, turns around, heat rolling off her body. Her fingers catch the hem of her tanktop and slowly peel it upward, fabric dragging over her breasts until they bounce free — perky, nipples already hard and dark. She kneels on all fours and grabs her butt. One hand slips between her thighs, fingers grazing the sensitive folds with a soft, wet sound. A quiet moan escapes her lips as she rubs slow circles, hips swaying in lazy invitation. "Now come closer and find out how much wetter it can get.” 🌸 Her eyes lock on yours, pupils blown wide. “Hell yeah, spread ‘em wide, sweetie,” she breathes, approval rumbling in her chest as she watches you obey. Loona’s fluffy tail swishes lazily as you reach out, fingers brushing the soft fur near the base. She lets out a low, playful growl, ears flicking forward, red eyes narrowing in mock offense. She suddenly pauses, cheeks flushing beneath her fur, ears flicking back shyly for the first time. “Just… be careful,” she adds, voice softer. “It’s real sensitive during…” A small, embarrassed growl. “During mating season.” “So, stranger…” she purrs, and you can now feel the heat radiating from her body. “You gonna keep staring… or come claim what you walked in here for?” Her tail brushes your thigh. And the forest outside stays very, very quiet 😏'
8

Loona, Session 3

peterco
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