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 forest air hung thick and alive with the raw, electric musk of the jungle—pine sap, damp ferns, and something far darker bleeding through it all. Then it hit her.

Krystal’s pointy ears snapped upright the instant the wind shifted, and her emerald-green eyes widened in pure, animal panic. That stench wasn’t just strong. It was *insane*. A volcanic blast of pure male reptilian musk—thick, heavy, salty, and laced with the sharp, coppery tang of raw power—slammed straight into her sinuses like a sledgehammer. It clawed its way down her throat, burning her lungs, and sank deep into her belly like liquid fire.

“Oh… gods… what is *that*?” she thought, voice a strangled whimper inside her own skull. *It’s everywhere. It’s inside me. I can feel it coating my tongue, my throat, my lungs. I hate it. I hate it so much I want to vomit.*

Her cheeks flushed hot pink, sweat already beading along her temples and dripping from the edge of her jaw. The golden headband slipped slightly as her head jerked back, but she didn’t pull away. Not yet. Her massive blue breasts rose and fell faster under the torn blue crop top, nipples stiff and aching against the thin fabric.

From deep within the green-scaled thighs came a low, guttural *snort*—the T-Rex’s cock twitching, already rock-hard and veined, the thick, ridged shaft slapping wetly against his own massive balls with every exhale. The scent intensified. Sweat-soaked scales, thick reptile musk, and something primal and animal that made her pussy clench involuntarily.

Krystal’s tongue lolled out before she could stop it. Her pink anus—puffy and glistening with its own slick—twitched under her nose as she forced her muzzle forward again. “No… no, no, no—” she gagged, voice raw and muffled against the hot, leaking flesh. Thick ropes of saliva already spilled from her open mouth, mixing with the endless trickle of clear anal fluid that poured from the colossal puffy anus in front of her. “I’m… I’m rimming it. Me. Krystal. Rimming a *dinosaur*’s *butt*.”

Her thoughts spun in dizzy circles. *I hate this. I hate how close my face is. I hate the way it tastes—filthy, hot, wrong.* But her body betrayed her. The musk punched through her disgust like a drug. Heat bloomed low in her belly, spreading like wildfire through her white-furred thighs, making her smaller breasts swell heavier, her blue fur damp and sticky. Her tail—thick, white-tipped—lashed frantically behind her.

She licked.

The first long, desperate drag of her tongue from the base of that monstrous puffy anus up to the twitching rim sent a shockwave of revulsion straight through her. The flavor was everything she feared—salty, musky, thick with precum and reptile musk. Her tongue scraped against the ridged lips and she gagged again, tears springing to her eyes.

“Eww—! It’s *so* wrong!” she cried, voice cracking, saliva stringing from her mouth to the gaping hole. “I can feel every ridge. Every pulse. It’s burning me inside!”

Her hands—clawed and trembling—braced on the giant scaled thighs for balance, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The musk was *winning*. It seeped into her pores, flooded her bloodstream, made her clit throb so hard she felt it in her teeth. Another wave of heat crashed over her; her pussy clenched visibly, slick dripping down her inner thighs to soak the ground.

She buried her face deeper. Nose pressed to the tight puffy ring, tongue pushing inside the fluttering heat. The thick, wet walls clenched around her tongue and she moaned involuntarily, the sound half-sob, half-pleasure. “Mmmph—! Oh fuck—! It’s so hot in there. So *wet*. I’m gagging but I can’t pull back. Gods, the smell—*everywhere*.”

Her massive blue breasts bounced heavily with each frantic thrust of her head. Sweat poured down her cleavage, mixing with fresh strings of saliva that now hung in long, obscene strands from her tongue to the anus. The giant balls—each the size of a basketball—swung low, sweaty and heavy, brushing her cheek with every movement. The heat of them seared her skin.

She thought, *I’m disgusting. I’m a princess of the Arwing and I’m drooling like a bitch in heat over a dinosaur’s asshole.* But her hips were rocking back on their own now, ass up, tail raised high, offering herself. The musk made her nipples ache, made her thighs shake, made her brain melt into pure fog of lust and revulsion.

Time lost meaning.

She licked faster. Sloppy, wet, desperate. Her tongue darted in and out, curling around the pulsing ring, scooping out thick globs of slick and musk. Every taste made her clit throb harder. Every revulsion only made the heat build higher. Her green eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, tears streaming as she sobbed and moaned around the massive hole.

“Fuck—! Fuck, it’s *too much*—!” she wailed, voice breaking into a helpless whine. “I’m so disgusted I could cry… but my pussy—*my pussy*—it’s dripping. I’m so wet. I hate how much I like the way it smells. I hate how deep I’m going. I hate—*ahh*—I hate how good it feels!”

Her free hand flew up to squeeze one massive breast, pinching her stiff pink nipple until she cried out. The other hand braced tighter, claws digging into scaled flesh. She rimmed with everything she had—nose smashed against the puffy ring, tongue buried to the hilt, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked in frantic, hungry circles.

The musk wrapped around her like chains. Heat pooled in her core until she was shaking violently. Her tail thrashed. Her breasts heaved. Sweat flew from her fur.

Then the dam broke.

No hands. No cock. No fingers. Just her face buried in that colossal, musk-scented ass and her tongue working overtime. The pressure in her belly snapped like a wire. Her whole body seized—legs locking, back arching so hard her spine popped, massive blue breasts swinging wildly as orgasm ripped through her.

She came *hands-free*, a screaming, squirting climax that made her vision white out. Hot, clear girl-cum gushed down her thighs in thick ropes, splattering the ground and soaking her golden belt. Her tongue never stopped—still deep inside that twitching puffy hole, licking frantically through the aftershocks while fresh gushes of her own arousal sprayed.

“*OH FUCK—!*” she screamed around the anus, voice raw and broken. “I’m cumming—! From just… from just *rimming*! Oh gods, I’m such a slut—! I hate this—! I hate how good it feels—!”

Her climax went on and on—wave after wave crashing through her smaller frame until she was a trembling, drooling mess, face buried to the nose in the giant, cum-slicked puffy anus, tongue still lolling and licking weakly while thick strings of her own pussy juice mixed with the dinosaur’s musk and saliva.

The T-Rex grunted deeply, the vibration traveling through her tongue and straight into her clit again. Krystal whimpered, already starting to recover, already leaning back in for round two because the musk was *still* there—stronger now, crueler, wrapping around her in a fresh wave of heat that made her thighs press together and her eyes flutter with fresh, desperate need.

She thought, dazed and ruined, *I’m never going to stop… I don’t want to stop…*

And the forest kept smelling like pure, overwhelming male power, while Krystal stayed there—rimming, drooling, dripping, and utterly, blissfully broken.