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More settings should be fun things with furry species!

Alts: https://imgbox.com/g/N3abmlgSvy

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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.

AI Story - Bikini Weather

In the heart of the frozen Alaskan wilderness, where the snow-capped peaks of the Brooks Range pierced the crisp, azure sky like jagged teeth, a whimsical adventure unfolded between two unlikely friends: Polara the polar bear and Lizzie the lizard. The air was a biting -20 degrees Celsius, sharp and invigorating, carrying the faint, piney scent of distant evergreens mixed with the clean, metallic tang of fresh snowfall. Flurries danced lazily in the wind, whispering soft susurrations as they settled on the ground, crunching underfoot like nature's own popcorn. The sun hung low, casting a golden hue over the landscape, but it offered no warmth—only a deceptive sparkle on the icy blanket that stretched endlessly.

Polara, the epitome of a big beautiful woman in anthropomorphic form, lumbered forward with effortless grace despite her voluptuous build. Her white fur gleamed like freshly fallen snow, thick and insulating, hugging her massive frame. Her breasts were enormous, straining against the skimpy blue bikini top that barely contained their bouncy abundance, each one larger than Lizzie's head and jiggling slightly with every step she took. Her belly was a grand, soft dome of plushness, rolling gently over her wide, swaying hips that could easily knock over a small tree if she turned too quickly. She adjusted the strap of her bikini with a casual claw, the fabric snapping back against her fur with a light thwack, sending a faint ripple through her curves. The cold? It was nothing to her—her body was built for this, a natural furnace that made the arctic feel like a mild spring day. She inhaled deeply, savoring the frosty air that tingled in her nostrils, and exhaled a visible puff of breath that smelled faintly of the salmon jerky she'd snacked on earlier, salty and fishy.

Beside her, shivering like a leaf in a blizzard, was Lizzie, the sleek and seductive lizard girl. Her green scales shimmered with an iridescent sheen under the winter sun, but they did little to ward off the chill that seeped into her cold-blooded core. Lizzie's body was a masterpiece of curvaceous allure: wide hips that flared out dramatically from a narrow, cinched waist that could make hourglasses jealous, paired with perky breasts that filled out her red winter jacket just enough to turn heads. Her long tail swished behind her, thumping against the snow with a muffled thud, leaving serpentine trails in the powder. She was bundled up to the nines—a fluffy pink beanie with earmuffs clamped over her scaly ears, a teal scarf wrapped multiple times around her neck, and thick pants that hugged her toned legs. Yet, despite the layers, her teeth chattered audibly, a rapid click-click-click that echoed in the quiet forest, and sweat—or was it frost?—beaded on her forehead, dripping down her snout with a cold, sticky sensation. The wind howled around them, carrying the distant crackle of ice shifting on a frozen lake, and Lizzie could taste the bitterness of the cold on her forked tongue as it flicked out involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Polara asked, her voice a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated through the air like a warm hug, laced with genuine confusion. She tilted her head, her black button nose twitching as she caught the faint, reptilian musk of Lizzie's scales mixed with the synthetic wool scent of her scarf. Polara's eyes, soft and sparkling with mischief, scanned her friend's trembling form.

Lizzie crossed her arms tighter over her chest, her claws digging into the fabric with a soft scritch, trying to generate some friction heat. "W-w-what's wrong? Are you kidding me, Polara? It's f-f-freezing out here! My scales are turning into popsicles! I can feel my blood turning to slush—slush, I tell you! And you're prancing around in that... that dental floss you call a swimsuit like it's bikini season in the Sahara!" Her voice was high-pitched and exasperated, punctuated by exaggerated shivers that made her whole body quake, her tail lashing wildly and sending up puffs of snow that glittered in the light.

Polara burst into laughter, a booming, belly-shaking guffaw that echoed off the mountains, causing a small avalanche of snow to tumble from a nearby pine branch with a whooshing plop. She patted her ample belly, the sound a resonant thump like drumming on a ripe watermelon, and it jiggled merrily. "Oh, come on, Lizzie! This is balmy! Back home in the Arctic, we'd call this beach weather. Look at you, all bundled up like a holiday present. If you wrapped any more layers, you'd be a walking burrito!" She struck a pose, flexing her hips side to side, her bikini bottoms creaking faintly under the strain of her generous curves. The fabric's cool silk against her fur felt luxurious, not chilling, and she reveled in the way the snowflakes melted instantly on her warm skin, leaving tiny, ticklish droplets that evaporated in seconds.

Lizzie's eyes widened, her yellow slits narrowing in disbelief as she stared at Polara's heaving bosom, which rose and fell with each chuckle. "Balmy? Balmy?! My toes are numb, Polara! I can't even feel my tail anymore—it's probably frostbitten and about to snap off like a brittle twig! Snap! And you're over there with your... your massive mammaries on display, not a goosebump in sight. How do you do it? Is there a heater hidden in that belly of yours?" She reached out tentatively, her clawed hand hovering near Polara's midsection, feeling the radiant heat emanating from it like a cozy campfire. The warmth was tantalizing, a stark contrast to the icy grip of the wind on her own scales, which felt like shards of glass scraping against her.

Polara grinned, her sharp teeth flashing white against her fur, and pulled Lizzie into a side hug, enveloping her in a plush embrace. The lizard girl's face smooshed against Polara's soft belly, the fur tickling her snout with a fuzzy softness, and she could hear the bear's heartbeat thumping steadily, a rhythmic boom-boom that drowned out the wind's howl. The scent was overwhelming—warm, musky fur mixed with a hint of vanilla from Polara's favorite shampoo, comforting and inviting. "See? Instant warmer! My body's like a walking sauna. Big belly benefits, baby! Insulation for days. You skinny reptiles just don't have the padding. Come on, let's keep moving—maybe that'll get your cold blood pumping."

Lizzie muffled a protest into the fur, her voice coming out as a garbled "Mmph!" before pulling back, her cheeks flushed—not from embarrassment, but from the brief thaw. She could taste the saltiness of melted snow on her lips as she licked them. "Easy for you to say! You've got hips wider than a snowplow and breasts that could double as flotation devices in a blizzard. Me? I've got this killer waist, sure, but it's not doing squat against hypothermia. If I don't get warm soon, I'm gonna turn into a lizard-sicle and you'll have to carry me back like luggage!"

As they trudged onward, the snow crunching satisfyingly under Polara's broad paws—each step a deep, satisfying squelch—while Lizzie's lighter feet left dainty imprints that filled quickly with fresh flakes. The forest around them came alive with sensory delights: birds chirping faintly in the distance, their tweets sharp and melodic against the silence; the occasional rustle of hidden wildlife scampering through underbrush, leaves crackling like paper; and the ever-present aroma of earth and ice, grounding and pure. Polara spotted a frozen stream ahead, its surface a glassy mirror reflecting the sky, and an idea sparked in her mischievous mind.

"Hey, Lizzie, bet you can't beat me in a snow angel contest!" Polara declared, flopping backward into a snowdrift with abandon. The impact sent up a powdery explosion, flakes swirling like confetti, and she spread her arms and legs, her body imprinting a massive, curvaceous angel shape. Her bikini-clad form sank into the cold embrace, but to her, it felt like lounging on a feather bed—cool, fluffy, and invigorating. Laughter bubbled from her as snow clung to her fur, melting into refreshing droplets that trickled down her cleavage, tickling like tiny fingers.

Lizzie stared, aghast, her jaw dropping with a comedic clack. "Are you insane? Snow angels? In -20 degrees? I'd rather wrestle a yeti bare-handed!" But curiosity—and a competitive streak—won out. She gingerly lowered herself, wincing at the initial shock of cold piercing her scales like needles, but as she mimicked the motion, her narrower frame created a sleek, serpentine angel. The snow was powdery soft under her, but biting, sending shivers up her spine that made her tail twitch spasmodically. "S-s-see? This is t-t-torture! Your angel looks like it ate all the other angels for breakfast!"

Polara sat up, snow cascading off her in clumps, and admired their work. Lizzie's angel was elegant, with a tiny waist indentation, while hers was a voluptuous masterpiece, hips and belly leaving deep, rounded impressions. "Ha! Mine's got personality! Yours is all sleek and sexy, like a runway model in a snowstorm. But admit it—this is fun!"

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the two friends continued their banter, the comedic clash of their physiologies turning a simple hike into an epic tale of endurance and envy. Lizzie eventually convinced Polara to share her body heat by huddling close, the bear's warmth seeping into her like hot cocoa on a winter night—rich, comforting, with a faint chocolatey aftertaste from Polara's earlier snack that Lizzie could almost imagine. They shared stories under the falling snow: Polara recounting arctic feasts of fatty seals, the oily richness exploding on her tongue, while Lizzie dreamed of sun-baked rocks, the heat soaking into her scales like a lover's touch.

Their adventure didn't end there. Deeper into the woods, they stumbled upon a hidden hot spring, steam rising in ghostly tendrils that carried a sulfurous, eggy smell—pungent but promising warmth. Polara stripped off her bikini with a flourish, the straps snapping free with elastic pops, revealing her full, glorious form as she dove in, the water splashing up in warm waves that tasted mineral-rich on her lips. "Come on in, the water's fine! It's like a jacuzzi for giants!"

Lizzie hesitated, her claws clicking nervously on the rocky edge, the steam fogging her vision and warming her face with moist heat. "But... my clothes! And what if it's too hot? I'm not built like you—I'm a delicate flower, not a walking furnace!" But peer pressure—and the allure of thaw—prevailed. She shed her layers, revealing her curvaceous figure, scales glistening, and slipped in, the water enveloping her like a liquid blanket, soothing her chilled bones with a bubbly effervescence that tickled her skin.

They soaked and splashed, Polara's laughter booming as she created waves that rocked Lizzie like a boat, the lizard girl's giggles high and relieved. Dialog flew fast: "See? Even you cold-bloods can enjoy a dip!" "Only because you're here to block the wind with your... assets!" Their differences—Polara's plush insulation versus Lizzie's sleek agility—became the punchline to every joke, turning potential disaster into delightful comedy.

As night fell, stars twinkling like diamonds overhead with a faint cosmic hum in the silence, they emerged renewed, Polara air-drying her fur with shakes that sent water flying in arcs, while Lizzie bundled back up, the residual heat lingering like a fond memory. Their friendship, forged in frost and fun, proved that opposites not only attract but create the best stories—ones filled with sights of snowy splendor, sounds of shared laughter, scents of wild adventure, touches of warm embraces, and tastes of triumphant survival. And so, in the whimsical world of anthropomorphic antics, Polara and Lizzie's tale became legend: the bear who wore summer in winter and the lizard who learned to love the chill, one hilarious mishap at a time.

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