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AI art '🌵 Wild Wild West Pussy' with user description 'My humble contribution to Western @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @cro_bo @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby'
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🌵 Wild Wild West Pussy

peterco
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AI art '🎨 BetterWaifu Reference Challenge' with user description 'It’s time to test your strength to reimagine 👏 Create an image inspired by a physical painting or digital artwork of your choice. You can use the original piece’s pose, composition, colors, atmosphere, visual idea—or any combination of those elements—as your starting point. This is not a challenge to copy the reference exactly. Put your own spin on it: swap the characters, change the setting, reinterpret the mood, or take the concept in a completely different direction. The one requirement is that your source should remain recognizable. Someone looking at your result should be able to see what piece inspired it, even through your personal changes. When you post your entry, include one of the following: • A direct link to the original reference or • The title of the piece and the artist’s name We’re looking forward to seeing what everyone chooses—and how far you can creatively take it. Image This is what I decided to go with: 1-2: The Creation Of Adam- Michelangelo 3: The Starry Night- Vincent van Gogh 4: The Abduction of Psyche- William-Adolphe Bouguereau 5: Napoleon Crossing The Alps- Jacques-Louis David 6: The Girl With A Pearl Earring- Johannes Vermeer. 7:The Man with the Golden Helmet 8: Lady Godiva- John Collier 9: American Gothic- Grant Wood 10: The Grand Odalisque- Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres 11: The Skater (Portrait of William Grant)- Gilbert Stuart 12: Mars And Venus Allegory Of Peace- Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée 13-14:Springtime- Pierre Auguste Cot 15: Hylas and the Nymphs-JOHN WILLIAM WATERHOUSE'
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🎨 BetterWaifu Reference Challenge

a_casual_prompter
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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 'The West Is In Trouble' with user description '@peterco @warmicestudios @zuzul @parda @terror2 @bad77 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @onlyyouprod @goobygubby @varcolac We were summoned before to defend the seas but trouble has found us on land, we are going to have to create a crew to help tackle this new threat. I call to lend your aid'
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The West Is In Trouble

zerogroupe21
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AI art '🌵 Miss Belle : Cleared for publication' with user description 'With the current Western and cowgirl trend in full swing, I decided to finally release the rest of the photos featuring Miss Belle that didn’t make it into the original gallery for various reasons — they’ve been sitting buried in my archives ever since. As you can see, Miss Belle wasn't "exposed" at all at first 🌸 Truth be told, recently I was just dusting off and brushing up on some of the concepts and themes I’ve been working months ago, like sepia tone and so 🤠 @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @cro_bo @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby ... did I forget someone? 😁'
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🌵 Miss Belle : Cleared for publication

peterco
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AI art "Wild West Celest"
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Wild West Celest

octavian
15
AI art "Song Challenge"
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Song Challenge

doggomage
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AI art "The Dragon Lord's Journey"
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The Dragon Lord's Journey

sweetcake027
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AI art
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無標題

ulyth
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AI art "Lyric prompts: Amorphis"
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Lyric prompts: Amorphis

heihund
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AI art "Valkyrie"
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Valkyrie

zuzul
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Let's ride.

Let's ride.

damion1226
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AI art "Game last artwork"
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Game last artwork

ririfake
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AI art 'Daisy's Quest ❤️'
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Daisy's Quest ❤️

nagoy
AI art "Lyrics: Laid Back"
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Lyrics: Laid Back

heihund
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AI art 'A day in the west'
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A day in the west

zebuh
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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 'Miss Belle' with user description 'After @octavian posted his amazing "Southern Girls" set with girls in cowboy hats, I had a blasphemous idea: how about a hentai Wild West? So, here it is. Meet Miss Belle and her horse, nicknamed Whore's Horse 🤠'
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Miss Belle

peterco
4
AI art "Johnny Cash"
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Johnny Cash

heihund
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AI art
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無標題

ulyth