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.

Conker trudged up the winding path to their treehouse den, the cool evening breeze rustling through the leaves of the Panther Kingdom forest, carrying with it the faint, earthy scent of impending rain mixed with the distant aroma of blooming wildflowers. His sneakers crunched against the dirt and scattered acorns, each step a reminder of how he'd somehow managed to skip the pub tonight—not out of any noble restraint, but because Berri's last voicemail had been laced with that playful threat: "Like, if you come home smelling like beer again, Conker honey, you're sleeping on the couch... or outside with the bees!" He chuckled to himself, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief under the fading twilight. That cheeky chipmunk knew exactly how to reel him in, and damn if it didn't work every time.

Pushing open the wooden door with a creak, Conker stepped inside, the warm glow of the lamps casting long shadows across the cozy living room. The air inside was a comforting blend of polished wood, lingering vanilla candle wax from Berri's latest "relaxation session," and a subtle undercurrent of her signature strawberry body spray. He kicked off his sneakers haphazardly, letting them tumble into a corner, and unzipped his blue hoodie halfway, revealing the soft reddish-orange fur of his chest and that slight beer belly he swore was just "extra fluff for cuddling." "Berri! Oi, where's my gorgeous, big-breasted babe hiding? Your king demands an audience... and maybe a beer if you've got one stashed!"

From the adjoining bedroom, the thump-thump of upbeat workout music pulsed through the walls, a rhythmic bass that matched the sway of Berri's hips as she finished her routine. The music clicked off abruptly, and she emerged like a vision from one of Conker's dirty magazines—tall, curvaceous, her gray fur glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that made her skin look almost luminous under the light. Her blonde ponytail was slightly disheveled, strands sticking to her neck, and those piercing blue eyes locked onto him with a mix of exasperation and affection. She wore her skimpy pink bikini top, the "69" emblazoned boldly across her massive breasts that strained against the fabric, threatening to spill out with every breath. Her tight shorts hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, the material damp from her exertion, outlining every curve. The scent hit him next—musky sweat mingled with that sweet strawberry mist, a heady combination that made his tail twitch involuntarily.

"Like, seriously, Conker? 'Your king demands'?" Berri rolled her eyes, but her lips curved into a smirk as she sauntered over, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. She towered over him, her height making their dynamic all the more intoxicating—he the short, cocky squirrel, she the statuesque chipmunk bombshell. "You've been out all day causing chaos, and now you waltz in like you own the place? Which, okay, you kinda do, but still." She poked his beer belly teasingly with one manicured claw, her touch light but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. Up close, he could see the faint freckles across her nose, the way her makeup was slightly smudged from sweat, adding to her raw, post-workout allure.

Conker grinned up at her, his paws immediately reaching out to grab her waist, pulling her flush against him. The feel of her firm, toned body pressed to his softer one was like fire—her sweat-damp fur brushing his, the heat radiating from her skin warming him instantly. "Aw, come on, love. You know I'm the king of all this land... and king of your heart, right? Or at least king of making you scream my name." He nuzzled into her cleavage without shame, inhaling deeply—the salty tang of her sweat, the floral sweetness of her spray, the underlying feminine musk that drove him wild. His paws slid lower, cupping her ass cheeks through the shorts, squeezing the plush flesh with greedy enthusiasm. "Missed you, babe. Been thinking about these all day."

Berri let out a breathy laugh, swatting his shoulder half-heartedly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched into his touch, her body responding despite her sassy tone. "You're such a perv, Conker honey. Like, always going straight for the goods. But... I guess I missed you too. My workout was killer—squats, lunges, all that jazz to keep this booty tight for you." She wiggled her hips playfully, grinding against him just enough to feel the growing bulge in his pants. The friction sent a spark through both of them, and she bit her lip, her blue eyes darkening with desire. "You better not be drunk, though. I want you fully here for this."

Conker's chuckle rumbled against her skin as he peppered kisses along the swell of her breasts, his teeth grazing the edge of the bikini top. "Sober as a stone-cold sober thing, promise. Well, mostly. But look at you—sweaty, sexy, smelling like heaven. How's a guy supposed to resist?" He tugged at the strings of her top with his teeth, pulling it loose until it fell away, her enormous breasts bouncing free into the open air. They were magnificent—heavy, perfectly rounded, nipples already hardening into stiff peaks from the cool draft and his attention. He cupped them in his small paws, thumbs circling the sensitive buds, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp. The sound was music to his ears—high-pitched, needy, with that valley-girl lilt.

"Oh... Conker," Berri moaned, her head tilting back as she threaded her fingers through his fur, holding him close. The taste of her skin was salty-sweet on his tongue as he latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily while rolling the other between his fingers. Her body trembled, the musky scent of her arousal growing stronger, wafting up from between her thighs. She could feel the dampness building in her shorts, her pussy aching for attention already. "Mmm, yeah... just like that. You've got such a dirty mouth."

Reluctantly pulling back with a wet pop, Conker looked up at her with that signature smug grin, his eyes flashing like dollar signs for a split second—greedy, always greedy. "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe. Turn around and let me see that ass you've been working so hard on." He spun her gently but firmly, his paws guiding her to face the couch. Berri complied with a playful huff, bending slightly at the waist and bracing her hands on the armrest, arching her back to present herself. The view was breathtaking—her tail-less rump high and inviting, the shorts clinging to her like a second skin, outlining the cleft of her ass and the faint outline of her swollen lips below.

Conker wasted no time, hooking his fingers into the waistband and yanking the shorts down her thighs in one swift motion. They pooled at her ankles, and she kicked them aside, leaving her completely exposed. The air felt cool against her heated skin, but the heat between her legs was undeniable—her pussy lips puffy and glistening with arousal, a thin trail of wetness already trickling down her inner thigh. Above it, her tight pink asshole winked innocently, untouched and tempting. The scent was overpowering now—raw, feminine need, thick and intoxicating, making Conker's mouth water.

"Fuck, Berri... you're dripping already," he growled, his voice low and rough as he dropped to his knees behind her. His paws spread her cheeks wide, exposing her fully, and he leaned in, inhaling deeply before dragging his tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick. The taste exploded on his senses—tangy, sweet, utterly addictive. Berri bucked against his face with a sharp cry, her claws digging into the couch fabric.

"Conker! Oh god, yes... eat me out, you greedy squirrel," she whimpered, pushing back against his muzzle. He obliged eagerly, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at her folds, circling her clit with teasing flicks before plunging inside her. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with Berri's increasingly desperate moans. Her body rocked with each stroke, her massive breasts swaying, nipples brushing the rough upholstery and sending jolts of pleasure through her. Sweat beaded on her back, trickling down her spine, the salty droplets mixing with the earthy aroma of their den.

Conker's own arousal was throbbing painfully now, his pants tented obscenely. He pulled back just long enough to free himself, his massive cock springing out with a heavy slap against his thigh. It was enormous—thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing, the head already slick with pre-cum. Below it dangled his giant balls, swollen and heavy, churning with anticipation. The musky scent of his own arousal joined the symphony of smells, raw and masculine, making Berri glance over her shoulder and gasp.

"Holy shit, Conker... it's even bigger than last time. Like, how is that possible?" Her eyes widened, a mix of awe and nervousness flickering across her face as she took in the sight—his cock twitching, pre-cum beading at the tip like a promise.

Conker stroked himself lazily, smirking as he stood up behind her. "Perks of being the king, babe. Now hold still... I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll forget your own name." He rubbed the fat head against her dripping pussy, coating himself in her juices, the slick heat making him groan. Berri shivered, pushing back eagerly, but Conker had other ideas. With a wicked grin, he shifted upward, pressing the tip firmly against her tight asshole.

Berri's eyes flew open wide, a jolt of surprise cutting through her haze of lust. "Wait—Conker, that's the wrong—AH! Wrong hole! You idiot, that's my ass!"

But Conker, ever the impulsive, selfish anti-hero, didn't stop. He gripped her hips tightly, his claws sinking into her plush flesh, and pushed forward with a low grunt. The massive head breached her resistant ring slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her wide in a burning, intense wave. Berri's scream echoed through the treehouse—sharp, pained, her body tensing like a bowstring. The stretch was overwhelming, fiery pain radiating from her core, her walls clenching instinctively around the intruder.

"Conker, fuck—it's too big! Pull out, please!" she begged, her voice breaking into whimpers, tears pricking at her eyes. The sensation was like nothing she'd felt—full, invading, the veins of his cock dragging against her sensitive inner walls. Sweat poured down her face, mixing with the salty taste on her lips as she bit down to stifle her cries. The room spun with the intensity, the creak of the couch under her grip, the heavy slap of his balls swinging forward with each shallow thrust.

Yet Conker only moaned in ecstasy, the velvet heat of her ass gripping him like a vice, tighter than her pussy ever could be. "Relax, Berri... fuck, you feel amazing. Just take it, babe—you're my dirty girl, aren't you?" He rocked his hips, feeding her more of his length, the lewd squelches and wet friction filling the air alongside their ragged breaths. The pain began to ebb for Berri, morphing into a deep, throbbing ache that bordered on pleasure, her body betraying her as she felt every ridge, every pulse.

She pushed back tentatively, a moan escaping despite herself. "It... it hurts, but... keep going, you bastard." Conker's paws roamed, one sliding around to rub her clit roughly, the other smacking her ass cheek hard, the sting making her clench tighter. The dual sensations built, tension coiling in her belly, her pussy dripping untouched onto the floor in steady rivulets. The scents—sweat, sex, musk—were thick, enveloping them as Conker pounded deeper, his giant cock claiming her ass relentlessly, the heat building to an unbearable peak...

Conker's relentless assault on Berri's tight, unyielding asshole had reached a feverish crescendo, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves through her trembling frame, the wooden floorboards of their treehouse den creaking in protest under the weight of their passionate frenzy. The air hung heavy with the intoxicating cocktail of their shared exertion: the sharp, salty tang of sweat beading on their fur and dripping in rivulets down their bodies; the raw, musky earthiness emanating from Conker's massive, swinging balls as they slapped rhythmically against the slick, dripping folds of Berri's untouched pussy; the sweet, tangy feminine essence of her arousal, which had long since formed a growing puddle on the polished oak planks below, its scent mingling with the faint, lingering vanilla from the candle she'd lit earlier in the evening for "ambiance." Every sense was assaulted in this chaotic symphony of lust—the wet, obscene squelches of his enormous cock plunging deep into her bowels, the heavy, fleshy thwacks of skin on skin, the ragged, labored breaths escaping their lips in hot bursts that fogged the nearby windowpane overlooking the Panther Kingdom forest.

Berri's gray fur was matted and glistening, her blonde ponytail disheveled and sticking to her neck like golden strands caught in a storm, her blue eyes wide and glassy with a potent mix of overwhelming pleasure and lingering remnants of that initial fiery pain. Her massive breasts, those glorious, heaving orbs that Conker had always idolized as the pinnacle of perfection, swayed pendulously with every brutal impact, their stiff, pink nipples scraping against the coarse fabric of the couch cushions, sending jolts of electric sensation racing through her nerves like wildfire. She could feel every intricate detail of his veiny shaft—the thick, pulsing ridges that dragged mercilessly along her inner walls, stretching her to what felt like her absolute limits, the fat, bulbous head probing depths she hadn't known existed, pressing against sensitive spots that made her toes curl involuntarily and her claws dig deeper into the upholstery, shredding it further into fluffy tatters. "Conker... oh my fucking god, you're destroying me," she gasped out, her valley-girl accent fracturing under the strain, her voice a high-pitched whine laced with desperation and ecstasy. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sorrow but from the sheer intensity of it all, streaming down her cheeks in salty trails that she could taste on her swollen lips as she bit down hard to stifle a scream. Her body was a battlefield of sensations—the burning stretch in her ass evolving into a deep, throbbing fullness that bordered on addictive euphoria, her pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing, aching for attention yet somehow deriving twisted pleasure from the denial.

Conker, that cheeky, arrogant red squirrel with his reddish-orange fur slicked back from sweat and his blue eyes gleaming with triumphant lust, gripped her hips with unyielding paws, his short claws sinking into the plush, yielding flesh of her ass cheeks, leaving faint red marks that would linger as badges of their passion. His beer belly jiggled slightly with each forward snap of his hips, but there was nothing soft about his demeanor now— he was a force of nature, driven by pure, greedy impulse, his tail flicking erratically behind him like a propeller in overdrive. "Yeah, that's it, Berri... take my huge cock like the dirty little chipmunk slut you are," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough and gravelly, thick with that signature cockiness that always masked his deeper affections. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, clenching in involuntary spasms that milked his length with exquisite pressure, the velvet heat of her ass gripping him tighter than any vice. The scent of her squirting orgasm building was unmistakable now—sharp and sweet, a feminine nectar that made his mouth water even as he pounded away. His giant balls, those overripe, pendulous orbs swollen to bursting with days of pent-up seed, churned audibly with each slap, the heavy weight of them adding to the rhythmic percussion, their musky aroma intensifying as pre-cum leaked steadily from his tip, lubricating the savage intrusion.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her sweat-slicked back, nuzzling into the crook of her neck where her strawberry body spray still clung faintly amidst the overwhelming sex musk. His paws roamed with possessive hunger—one sliding around her waist to find her swollen, throbbing clit, rubbing it in furious circles with the pad of his thumb, the slickness there making his touch glide effortlessly and eliciting sharp, keening cries from her throat. The other paw delivered a series of sharp smacks to her ass cheek, the impacts ringing out like cracks of thunder, each one blooming a warm, stinging heat that made her clench even harder around him, drawing a guttural moan from deep in his chest. "Feel that, babe? Feel how deep I am? You're mine—all fucking mine," he murmured hotly against her ear, his breath puffing in warm gusts that tickled her sensitive fur, sending shivers down her spine. Berri bucked back against him instinctively, her body betraying any lingering protests, pushing her rump higher to meet his thrusts, the friction building to an unbearable inferno that coiled tighter and tighter in her core like a spring wound to breaking point.

The tension snapped without warning, Berri's entire body seizing up in a violent tremor as the climax crashed over her like a tidal wave from the depths of the ocean. "Conker—fuck, yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard!" she wailed, her scream piercing the air, raw and unfiltered, echoing off the wooden walls of their den and out into the night forest beyond. It was an incredible squirting orgasm, triggered solely by the relentless anal pounding, her pussy convulsing in powerful, rhythmic spasms that unleashed torrent after torrent of clear, warm fluid in explosive jets. The liquid sprayed across the couch in messy arcs, splattering Conker's thighs, drenching his heavy balls, and soaking the floor in a expanding puddle that reflected the lamplight like a mirror. The scent was intoxicating—tangy and sweet, a pure expression of her release that filled the room, mingling with the earthy undertones of their sweat and cum. Wave upon wave pulsed through her, her asshole clamping down on his cock in vise-like grips, milking him with such intensity that it bordered on pain, her vision blurring with white-hot stars, her legs quaking as if they might give out entirely. "Oh god, stretch me more—fill me, you bastard! It's too good, I can't stop squirting!" she sobbed, her voice breaking into fragmented pleas, tears flowing freely now, her makeup smudged in black rivulets down her flushed cheeks, the overwhelming pleasure reducing her to a quivering mess.

The sensation of her orgasmic spasms was Conker's final trigger, the rhythmic squeezes around his girth pushing him over the edge into oblivion. "Berri—shit, here it fucking comes! Take it all!" he bellowed, his thrusts turning wild and erratic, slamming home one last time with bone-jarring force. His giant balls contracted tightly, drawing up against his body as the floodgates burst open, pumping what felt like gallons of thick, scalding cum deep into the recesses of her ass. Rope after viscous rope erupted from his throbbing cock, flooding her bowels with creamy heat, the sheer volume overwhelming her stretched walls and spilling out almost immediately in sticky white streams that leaked around his embedded shaft, trickling down her inner thighs in warm, gooey trails. The pressure built inside her, a fullness that amplified her ongoing climax, pushing her into secondary waves of squirting ecstasy, her pussy gushing anew in response to the hot deluge. Conker's body shuddered with each pulse, his moans turning to animalistic growls, the musky scent of his seed overpowering everything else as it mixed with her fluids on the floor, creating a slippery, aromatic mess.

But even as the torrent continued, Conker wasn't satisfied with just filling her—he wanted to mark her completely. With a primal grunt, he yanked his massive cock free from her gaping asshole, the sudden withdrawal eliciting a wet, slurping pop followed by a gush of his cum spilling out like a broken dam, pooling between her spread legs. Gripping his still-pulsing shaft with one paw, he stroked it furiously, aiming with deliberate precision. "Not done yet, babe—gonna paint you like the masterpiece you are!" he rasped, his voice hoarse from exertion. The remaining gallons—hyperbolic in volume but feeling endless—erupted in powerful blasts, splattering across her arched back in thick, pearly stripes that contrasted starkly against her gray fur. Jets landed on her ass cheeks, dripping down the curves; some reached her blonde ponytail, matting the strands; others painted her thighs and even splashed onto the small of her back, the hot, sticky fluid cooling rapidly in the air, leaving her skin tingling with the sensation. The audible splats filled the room, each one a testament to his release, the creamy white standing out vividly, marking her as his in the most visceral way.

Berri collapsed forward onto the couch with a exhausted whimper, her body limp and quivering from the aftershocks, her asshole twitching faintly as more cum leaked out in slow dribbles, joining the chaotic puddle below. The den reeked of their union—sweat, cum, squirt, and that faint strawberry undertone clinging stubbornly beneath it all. Conker, spent but smug as ever, dropped to his knees beside her, pulling her into his arms with surprising gentleness, their bodies sticking together from the mess. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent one last time, his paws stroking her sides soothingly. "Fucking hell, Berri... that was legendary. You squirted like a fountain—never seen anything like it."

Berri turned her head slowly, her blue eyes hazy with satisfaction, a weak smile playing on her lips despite the mascara-streaked chaos of her face. "Like... you're the worst, Conker honey. Pumping gallons into me? Painting me like some porn star? I feel like I got hosed down." She laughed breathlessly, the sound shaky but genuine, reaching back to smear some of his cum across her thigh, the sticky texture clinging to her fingers like glue. "But damn... that orgasm? Intense doesn't even cover it. I thought my brain was gonna melt."

Conker's chuckle rumbled against her, that arrogant grin flashing as he kissed her forehead, then her lips in a sloppy, affectionate tangle, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her essence. "What can I say? I'm the king—comes with king-sized loads. You loved every second, admit it."

Berri swatted his chest lightly, but snuggled closer, their heartbeats syncing in the quiet aftermath, the treehouse settling into a peaceful hush broken only by their softening breaths. "Yeah, yeah... I did. Don't let it go to your head, you perv. But... round two after I catch my breath? Just, like, warn me next time about the wrong hole."

Conker's tail flicked triumphantly, his paws already wandering again. "Deal, my big-breasted babe. Anything for you." And as the night deepened outside, their chaotic love story continued, wild, unfiltered, and utterly their own.