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 lush, verdant undergrowth of the farmer's field, where the tall grasses swayed like whispers in the evening breeze, Mrs. Elizabeth Brisby and Justin found themselves in a secluded glade. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and blooming wildflowers, mingling with the faint, musky aroma of their own fur warmed by the setting sun. The distant chirp of crickets provided a rhythmic backdrop, while the soft rustle of leaves overhead added to the intimate symphony of nature. Mrs. Brisby, her red cape draped loosely over her slender shoulders, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts beneath, stood before Justin with a mix of vulnerability and quiet resolve. Her large, expressive eyes—those deep pools of brown that had seen so much sorrow and strength—gazed up at him softly, her pink ears twitching with a shy nervousness.

Justin, the brave captain of the Rats of NIMH, his blue tunic partially unbuttoned to expose the firm contours of his chest, stared back in wide-eyed astonishment. His whiskers quivered, and a flush crept up his furry cheeks, turning them a deeper shade of russet. The medallion on his chest glinted in the fading light, but his hands hovered uncertainly, as if unsure whether to reach out or retreat. The scene was charged with an unexpected tension, born not from danger, but from the raw, unspoken desires that had simmered beneath their alliance during the trials of saving her home and children.

"Oh, Justin," Mrs. Brisby murmured in her soft-spoken voice, gentle as a lullaby she might sing to her little ones. Her words carried the warmth of a mother's tenderness, even in this most intimate moment. She held her cape aside with one delicate paw, her other gently cradling the surprising length of her arousal—a thick, throbbing shaft that emerged from her feminine folds, its veined surface glistening with a natural sheen in the dim light. It was impossibly large for her small frame, pulsing with a life of its own, the tip a flushed pink that matched her blushing cheeks. "I... I hope I'm not too big... for you, dear. I've always been this way, you see—a secret I've kept, even from my late Jonathan. But with you... I feel safe to share."

Justin's breath hitched, a sharp inhale that filled his lungs with her scent—a sweet, maternal musk laced with the subtle floral notes of the wild rose bush where the rats dwelled. His own member, now fully exposed as his tunic fell open, twitched in response, swelling to match her impressive girth. It was a robust length, furred at the base where it met his heavy, pendulous balls, the skin smooth and warm to the touch. The sight of her— this gentle widow, so maternal and kind—revealing such a potent, hidden side made his heart race. "Mrs. Brisby... Elizabeth," he stammered, his voice husky with awe and desire, though still carrying that heroic charisma that had led him through battles. "You're... you're magnificent. I never imagined... but gods, it's perfect. You're perfect."

She stepped closer, her tail curling shyly behind her, brushing against the soft grass underfoot. The sensation of the cool blades tickling her paws grounded her, even as her body thrummed with heat. Gently, as if soothing a frightened child, she reached out and took his paw in hers, guiding it to her shaft. His fingers wrapped around it tentatively at first, feeling the velvety smoothness of the skin stretched taut over rigid flesh. It was hot to the touch, like a fevered brow she might tend to in her son Timothy, and it throbbed under his grip, a bead of clear precum welling at the tip, carrying a salty-sweet aroma that made Justin's mouth water.

"Oh, my sweet Justin," she whispered, her voice a tender caress, eyes half-lidded with affection. "Touch me gently, like that. It feels so good... like when I hold my little ones close, but deeper, warmer." Her free paw trailed up his arm, fingers tracing the defined muscles beneath his fur, feeling the rapid pulse of his vein. The texture was coarse yet inviting, a contrast to her own silky softness. As he stroked her length slowly, from base to tip, she let out a soft gasp, her breasts heaving with the motion, nipples hardening into pink peaks that begged for attention. The sound was melodic, a gentle moan that echoed the nurturing sighs she gave when comforting her children after a nightmare.

Emboldened, Justin leaned in, his nose brushing against hers in a nuzzle that sent sparks through them both. The warmth of his breath on her muzzle was like a summer wind, carrying the faint taste of adventure—sweat and determination from his days leading the rats. "Let me take care of you, Elizabeth," he murmured, his tone protective yet laced with raw hunger. He knelt slightly, bringing his face level with her arousal, and pressed a kiss to the underside of her shaft. The skin was supple, yielding to his lips, and the flavor burst on his tongue—musky, slightly tangy, with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of ripe berries from the field. He licked upward, tongue flat and broad, savoring every ridge and vein, the wetness of his saliva mixing with her precum to create a slick glide.

Mrs. Brisby's knees weakened, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she steadied herself on his shoulders. "Yes, dear... just like that. You're so kind, so strong." Her maternal instincts surged, and she cradled his head gently, fingers threading through his fur with the same care she used to groom her daughter Cynthia. The sensation of his tongue swirling around her tip was electric, sending jolts of pleasure that made her inner walls clench, a trickle of her feminine arousal dripping down her thighs, scenting the air with a heady, floral nectar. She could feel the vibration of his contented hum against her flesh, the sound a deep rumble that resonated through her core.

Rising, Justin captured her mouth in a kiss, deep and passionate, their tongues dancing in a tangle of flavors—her saltiness on his lips mingling with his own earthy essence. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the fur-on-fur friction igniting sparks, her nipples rubbing against him like needy buds seeking sunlight. He cupped one in his paw, thumb circling the peak with reverent gentleness, feeling it pebble further under his touch. "You're so full here," he breathed against her ear, nipping lightly at the sensitive pink flesh. "Like a mother ready to nurture... but tonight, let me drink from you."

Her response was a soft, encouraging coo. "Oh, Justin... yes, take what you need." Guiding him lower, she lay back on a bed of soft moss, the cool, spongy texture cushioning her body like a natural cradle. The scent of crushed greenery rose around them, blending with their arousal. Justin positioned himself between her legs, his own erection bobbing heavily, brushing against her thigh and leaving a trail of sticky warmth. He lapped at her folds first, tongue delving into the slick heat where her shaft met her entrance, tasting the rich, honeyed fluid that coated her. It was intoxicating, sweet and viscous, filling his senses as he sucked gently, drawing out more with each flick.

Mrs. Brisby arched, her tail wrapping around his waist in a loving embrace. "That's it, my brave one... drink deep." Her voice was a whisper of maternal praise, even as ecstasy built within her. She reached down, stroking his length in return, her paw enveloping him with a firm yet tender grip. The skin was hot, pulsing, the veins prominent under her fingers, and she pumped slowly, feeling him grow even harder, the tip weeping precum that she smeared over the head with her thumb. The sound of their mutual pleasure filled the glade—wet slurps, soft gasps, the slick schlick of flesh on flesh.

Unable to hold back, Justin rose over her, aligning his tip with her entrance while her shaft pressed against his belly, trapped between them in a heated embrace. "Elizabeth... may I?" he asked, ever the gentleman, his eyes locking with hers in a gaze of profound connection.

"Yes, dear... come inside," she replied softly, her legs parting wider, inviting him with the same warmth she offered her home to weary travelers. As he pushed in, the stretch was exquisite—a burning fullness that made her inner muscles flutter around him, gripping like a velvet vice. He was thick, filling her completely, the sensation radiating through her body in waves of heat. At the same time, her own arousal rubbed against his furred abdomen, the friction delicious, each thrust sending sparks up her length.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as the earth, his hips rolling with heroic precision, each plunge deep and measured. The sounds were symphony: the wet slap of their joining, her gentle moans like soothing melodies, his grunts of effort laced with adoration. Sweat beaded on their fur, the salty tang mixing with their scents, and she licked a drop from his shoulder, savoring the taste of his exertion. Her paws roamed his back, claws lightly scratching in encouragement, feeling the play of muscles under skin.

As pleasure crested, Mrs. Brisby's shaft throbbed urgently between them. "Justin... I'm close... hold me," she whispered, her voice breaking with tender vulnerability. He quickened, one paw wrapping around her length, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation overwhelmed her—the fullness inside, the tight grip outside—and she came first, a soft cry escaping as ropes of thick, creamy seed erupted from her tip, splattering his chest and belly in warm, sticky bursts. The scent was potent, musky and fertile, like fresh rain on soil.

Feeling her release triggered his own. "Elizabeth... oh, gods!" he groaned, burying deep as he flooded her, hot pulses filling her core, the overflow trickling down her thighs in a warm cascade. They clung together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. In the afterglow, she held him close, murmuring soft words of comfort. "There, there, my dear... you were wonderful." Her maternal gentleness enveloped him, turning the raw passion into something profoundly nurturing, as the night enveloped them in peaceful quiet.