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.

The dungeon’s stone walls pulsed with heat and the faint metallic tang of chains, while the thick, musky scent of eager, sweat-slick fur filled the air like a living perfume. Three pairs of massive, heaving breasts swayed in perfect, obscene rhythm, each one glistening with a sheen of sweat and the creamy droplets of milk that already dripped in slow, sticky rivulets down the undersides of those impossibly full globes. The scent of aroused pussy and dripping cunt was thick in the air—salty, sweet, and heady, the kind that made the head spin and the cock throb inside a pair of black leather pants.

Krystal’s blue body was pure liquid sin, every curve carved by some cruel artist of desire. Her enormous tits strained against the torn edges of her blue bodysuit, the fabric stretched so thin the dark circles of her sweat-beaded areolas showed through like bruises. Nipples the color of ripe cherries stood rock-hard, each one clamped between glossy purple and white suction cups that yanked at her flesh with every desperate breath. Milk beaded at the tips and spilled over, running in warm, viscous trails that made her thighs slick. Her blue tail lashed behind her, the white spiral emblem on its tip twitching as her cunt clenched visibly around the thick purple dildo buried to the hilt. She was drooling around the black ball gag, a long string of it hanging from her chin and splattering onto the massive spill of cleavage between her breasts. “MMMPH!” she whimpered, the sound vibrating through her throat and making her tits bounce wildly.

Right beside her, Renamon was the picture of golden, dripping perfection. Her yellow fur gleamed like polished bronze under the torchlight, every inch of that hyper-curvy hourglass body on full display. Her breasts were even larger, so heavy and full they hung low and swayed with hypnotic gravity, the white ruff of her throat quivering with each shaky breath. Two black hoses snaked from the nipple clamps straight to a central machine whose pump hissed like a living thing, sucking her swollen teats with wet, rhythmic pulls. Milk sprayed in fine, erotic mists with every thrust of the machine, splashing onto her abs and dripping in heavy ropes down the curve of her hips. Her tail thumped the floor, the big purple “C” on her rump spinning in place. Saliva leaked from the red gag in her muzzle, mixing with the tears of overstimulation rolling down her cheeks. “MMMF!” she moaned, the sound broken and wet, her whole body shuddering as the machine wrung another thick spurt from her oversensitive nipples.

On her other side, Maid Marian’s orange fur was a flame of raw, wanton sexuality. The hood of her Robin Hood costume had fallen back, exposing the black blindfold and the way her ears twitched with every whimper. Her massive tits were even more obscene now, squeezed and pulled by the single clamp, the nipple stretching obscenely around the suction cup until it looked like it might burst. A single thick stream of milk jetted with every heartbeat, landing with wet plops on the stone floor between her spread knees. Her tail, long and bushy, curled around the base of the dildo that had been pushed into her dripping cunt, the purple shaft glistening with her vaginal juices. She was drooling heavily, the gagged moans turning into high, desperate “Mmmph… mmph…” that made the air taste sweeter. Sweat ran down the valley of her cleavage in shiny rivers, carrying the scent of her leaking areolas.

All three of them were on their knees, backs arched like bows, asses pushed back so their swollen cunts were completely exposed. The air was alive with the wet sounds of machines, the slap of milk, the slick squelch of their pussies, and the frantic panting of three beautiful, broken submissives. Their blindfolds hid their eyes, but the way their heads tilted, the way their ears flicked, the way their tails lashed—they all knew the same thing: the machine was working them toward that shattering edge, and they were helpless to do anything but take it.

Krystal’s hips bucked forward on their own, the dildo sliding deeper into her tight, gushing cunt with a wet schlick. Milk sprayed from her clamped nipples in a perfect arc, painting the blue fur of her tits shiny and wet. “Mmmph! Awww!” she cried, the words muffled and filthy, her voice cracking with need. She could feel her orgasm building like a storm inside her belly, her clit throbbing, her walls fluttering around the toy. The scent of her own arousal was overpowering now—sweet, musky, and dripping.

Renamon’s machine hissed louder, the suction cups pulling her nipples into long, glistening points. Every pull sent electricity straight to her core. Her pussy clenched visibly, clear fluid pouring down her thighs in shiny rivulets. “Mmmmf… ahh!” she gasped, her voice hoarse and broken. Her tail whipped harder, smacking the floor, and she could feel her mind fracturing under the relentless pleasure. The golden fur on her belly was soaked, her white chest fur plastered to her skin, every breath making her enormous tits bounce and slap together with wet, obscene sounds.

Marian’s single clamp had grown slick and hot. The milk that had been flowing slow was now a steady, erotic spray, misting the air and landing on her own thighs. Her cunt was so wet the dildo slipped and slid with every involuntary thrust of her hips. “Mmmph… illanger…” she whimpered, the sound trembling with lust. Sweat poured down her face, mixing with drool to drip from her chin in long, sticky strands. Her blindfold was damp, but she could still feel the heat of the other two women’s bodies so close, smell the three of them tangled together in pure, animal need.

The machine in the center hummed louder, the pump sending fresh waves of suction through all three sets of breasts at once. Krystal’s eyes—hidden behind the blindfold—squeezed shut as another orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her whole body seized, back arching until her breasts stood straight out, milk shooting in a fountain that splattered across Renamon’s tits and face. Renamon’s ears flattened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy as her own milk sprayed in thick ropes, soaking the floor. Marian’s muffled cries rose into a high, keening wail as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt squirting around the dildo in a hot, visible gush that ran down her legs.

They came together, three beautiful, broken anthro goddesses trembling in the aftershocks, milk and juices pooling beneath them on the stone. Their breasts still heaved, still leaking, still glistening. Their blindfolds stayed firmly in place. Their gags stayed tight. And the dungeon lights dimmed as the three of them were left there, panting, drooling, and utterly, deliciously spent—three perfect, milk-drenched, cunt-drenched submissives who would never be the same again.