I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

In the sweltering heat of a forgotten barn on the outskirts of Las Lindas farm, where the air hung thick with the musky scent of hay, sweat, and unbridled lust, Mora Linda and Alejandra Coldthorn found themselves in the most absurd predicament of their lifelong rivalry. It had started as a heated argument over market shares at the local harvest festival—words flying like daggers, accusations of sabotage and stolen recipes—but somehow, fueled by too much spiked cider and a dare neither could back down from, it escalated into this: a "contest" to prove once and for all who was the sexier cow Prime, the better lover, the ultimate queen of ecstasy. And what better judges than a pair of massive anthro horse studs, hired muscle from a nearby ranch, their equine bodies rippling with power and their endowments swinging like pendulums of pure, throbbing temptation?

The barn's wooden beams creaked under the weight of the moment, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts of sunlight piercing through cracks in the walls. The floor was scattered with fresh straw, soft and prickly against bare skin, absorbing the first drips of anticipation. Mora, her tan fur glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stood defiant in her usual skimpy overalls—now unbuckled and pooling at her hooves—her muscular curves on full display: those wide hips, buff abs, and massive breasts heaving with each fiery breath. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, her long ears twitching as she eyed the competition. Alejandra, ever the poised executive, had shed her tailored suit jacket but kept her glasses on, as if to maintain some shred of control; her Holstein spots patterned her creamy fur like erotic ink blots, her curvy frame elegant yet voluptuous, with perky assets that screamed "untouchable allure."

The studs—let's call them Thunder and Bolt, for their lightning-fast reputations—were absolute beasts. Towering over the cows at nearly seven feet, their equine muscles bulged like coiled springs, fur a glossy chestnut brown, manes wild and flowing. Their scents hit first: a heady mix of earthy musk, fresh sweat, and that primal, horsey tang that made nostrils flare. Their cocks—oh gods, those cocks—were monstrosities, veiny shafts as thick as forearms, flaring at the tips like medieval battering rams, already half-hard and dripping pre-cum that smelled faintly of salt and hay. Thunder grinned at Mora, his deep voice rumbling like distant storm clouds: "Ready to get plowed, firecracker?" Bolt, smirking at Alejandra, added: "I'll make you melt, ice queen."

Side by side on a makeshift bed of piled hay bales, the two rivals positioned themselves on all fours, asses high, tails swishing in challenge. The horses mounted them simultaneously, the air filling with the slick, wet sounds of entry—schlurps and gasps as those massive equine dicks stretched their pussies to the brink. Mora's heat clenched greedily around Thunder's girth, her inner walls rippling like a vice, while Alejandra's cooler demeanor hid a surprisingly slick, welcoming depth that Bolt sank into with a guttural neigh. The initial thrusts were slow, testing, but the barn soon echoed with the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of furred hips against plush asses, the straw crunching under shifting weight.

"Fuck—look at these curves bouncing!" Mora moaned, her voice a husky growl mixed with laughter, her body rocking forward with each powerful slam. The sensation was overwhelming: Thunder's cock filling her completely, the flare rubbing her G-spot like a relentless piston, sending electric jolts through her core. Sweat trickled down her back, mixing with the musky drip from their joining, the air tasting salty on her tongue as she panted. "Admit it, Patches—I'm the hotter cow getting railed deeper than you ever could! My fire's got him throbbing like crazy!"

Alejandra, her glasses fogging slightly from the heat, arched her back with calculated grace, her spots seeming to dance as Bolt's balls slapped against her clit—thwack-thwack—each impact sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. The stretch burned so good, her pussy juices flowing copiously, slicking his shaft with a glossy sheen that smelled of her subtle, floral arousal mixed with his equine potency. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped as a refined gasp. "Hotter? Please, my spots drive them wild—watch how he thrusts harder into perfection, not your sloppy mess! I'm the premium fuck; he saves the best strokes for my superior body!" Her voice cracked with a comedic edge, half-snide, half-breathless, as Bolt's hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her fur with bruising force.

The horses chuckled, their deep neighs vibrating through the air like bass notes in a symphony of sin. Thunder's sweat dripped onto Mora's back, hot and sticky, while his mane brushed her shoulders, tickling like feathers. "She's got spirit," he grunted, pounding faster, the wet squelch of their fucking growing louder, more obscene. Bolt, matching the pace, leaned down to nip at Alejandra's ear, his breath hot and hay-scented: "And she's got class—tight as a glove."

Mora laughed through a moan, her massive tits swinging pendulously, nipples hard as pebbles scraping against the rough hay—scratchy bliss. The barn smelled like a orgy in a stable: sweat, sex, straw, and that underlying cow-and-horse funk that made everything dirtier, hotter. "Gods, he's splitting me open—bet your icy cunt's barely warming up! Feel that? My abs clench around him better—I'm the sexiest, taking it rougher and loving it! Your boardroom bullshit can't compete with this raw heat!"

Alejandra's response was a sharp, witty retort laced with a rare, undignified squeal as Bolt hit a deep spot, her body betraying her with involuntary shudders. Her tail flicked against his thigh, the fur soft and teasing. "Warming? Darling, I'm the premium fuck; he saves the best strokes for my superior body, leaving you in the dust! Sexiest? Your 'fire' is just sweat; my calculated moans make him fuck me fiercer—quality over quantity!" She pushed back against him, grinding her hips in precise circles, milking his cock with expert kegels that drew a surprised whinny from Bolt. The taste of victory—and maybe a bit of her own lip gloss—lingered on her tongue as she smirked over at Mora.

The pace intensified, the horses' thrusts syncing in a comedic, almost competitive rhythm, like they were racing to see who could make their cow cum first. Slap-slap-slap echoed off the walls, mingled with the women's taunts and the studs' grunts. Mora's pussy gushed with each plunge, her juices splattering onto the hay, the sound like rain on a tin roof—pitter-patter of pure lewdness. "Ha, my big tits are jiggling wild—way more attractive than your stuck-up spots getting half the action! Shit, he's stretching me to the limit—I'm the bombshell here, outfucking your cold ass every thrust!"

Alejandra, her composure cracking into laughter-tinged moans, felt her core tighten like a spring, the friction of Bolt's veiny shaft sending waves of heat through her. The air was thick, humid, her fur matted with sweat that ran in rivulets down her cleavage. "Attractive? Men crave my elegant frame; he's drilling me deeper because I demand—and deserve—the best! Bombshell? You're explosive chaos; I'm the refined allure, getting pounded precisely harder where it counts!" She reached back to squeeze Bolt's balls playfully, drawing a deep groan that vibrated through her.

As climaxes built, the argument devolved into breathless barbs. Mora: "Listen to me moan louder—my fiery body's got him hooked, fucking me better than your boring perfection! Fuck, my hips grind back fiercer—I'm the irresistible one, stealing all the hard, hot action!" Alejandra: "Louder isn't better, Mora; my subtle gasps pull deeper penetration—true beauty commands the superior ride! Irresistible? Your wild thrashing is amateur; my poised control makes him fuck me with unmatched intensity!"

Thunder and Bolt, sweating profusely now, their musky scents overpowering, hammered home with final, brutal thrusts. Mora shattered first, her orgasm a comedic explosion of screams and laughter: "Bet your patches are fading with envy—my tan fur's glowing as he wrecks me harder, hotter! Gods—right there! My strength takes it all—I'm the ultimate fuck, way prettier and pounded better!" Her pussy clamped down, squirting in arcs that soaked the hay, her body quaking.

Alejandra followed seconds later, her release a controlled tsunami: "Envy? My distinctive spots captivate; he's saving the roughest, deepest for the more desirable cow—me! Prettier? Illusion; my strategic allure ensures he's hammering me with superior force—victory in every stroke!" She came with a elegant cry, her juices flooding out, mixing with Bolt's impending load.

The horses unleashed simultaneously, hot ropes of cum flooding the cows' pussies—thick, creamy, overflowing with the salty tang of equine seed. The barn fell into a haze of heavy breathing, lingering smells of sex and satisfaction. Mora flopped onto the hay, giggling: "Scream it, Patches—I'm the sex goddess here, getting fucked to oblivion while you play catch-up!" Alejandra, adjusting her glasses with a smirk, retorted: "Goddess? Overhyped; I'm the executive temptress, orchestrated to receive the harder, better ecstasy you crave."

In the end, the rivalry remained unresolved—because what fun would it be otherwise? The studs high-fived, and the cows, spent and sticky, shared a reluctant laugh, plotting their next "contest" amid the afterglow.