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 cockpit of the Corneria Star Fox vessel was a narrow, cramped nightmare of flickering consoles, swirling starlight through cracked viewports, and the choking stench of old sweat, cheap plasma fuel, and pure pig musk. Outside, the ship drifted through the endless black while inside, the lights were dim, the air thick with tension, and a single bunk had been turned into a filthy altar of lust and betrayal.

Pigma Dengar stood over it like a diseased mountain of fat and ego.

Gods, he was *ugly*. A greasy, wheezing, out-of-shape slob whose body was a grotesque parody of strength. His belly—massive, sagging, and constantly dripping—hung like a wet sack of spoiled meat, swinging and slapping against his own thighs with every labored breath. Rolls of pink, sweat-slicked fat cascaded down his sides, spilling over the frayed edges of his half-open pink pilot top, while his enormous moobs—swollen, heavy, and jiggling obscenely—flopped and slapped against his own gut. His snout was flat, bloated, and perpetually scowling, yellow eyes bloodshot and mean, pink tongue lolling out in long, viscous strands that dripped like strings of snot onto anything it touched. Sweat poured off him in rivers, soaking the grey shoulder armor until it clung to every overhanging inch of his body. His mechanical left arm creaked like rusty hinges, claws digging into the bunk with greasy, possessive force.

He was a villain. A greedy, scheming, backstabbing pig who had sold out Star Fox for money, who had led his own teammates into a trap for Andross, and who now saw every beautiful woman as nothing but a conquest to be broken and discarded. Pigma Dengar had no sympathy. No remorse. Just raw, animal lust and the pathetic need to feel powerful for five fucking minutes.

And there, beneath him, lay Fara Phoenix—*beautiful* Fara.

The tiny fennec vixen was a vision of delicate perfection. Her orange fur was soft and silky, her pointed ears twitching faintly even in sleep, her bushy tail curled like a forgotten ribbon between her thighs. Her green eyes were closed behind the red headband, tongue slightly parted in a dreamlike little smile. She was small, athletic, and heartbreakingly innocent—everything Pigma had ever wanted to corrupt. Her purple flight suit had been yanked down around her waist, panties pulled aside in a crude knot, exposing the tight, pink slit of her pussy that was already glistening with the evidence of his earlier teasing.

Pigma’s breath came in wet, phlegmy wheezes. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his massive belly pressing down on her smaller back with every thrust. “You’re so fucking *hot*, little vixen…” he grunted, voice thick and mocking. “Vixens never let me score awake… but tonight you’re gonna wake up to the ugly truth. Pigma Dengar’s cock is gonna ruin you.” His words dripped with villainous glee, each syllable a promise of pain wrapped in lust. He slammed down harder, his huge belly slapping her back with a wet *plap*, fat rolls bouncing and smearing sweat across her skin.

Fara didn’t move. Her body lay limp beneath him—eyes closed, expression peaceful, completely asleep. She was completely unaware that the fat pig was using her while she dreamed, her unconscious pussy clenching around his thick, veined cock like a greedy little mouth. Pigma’s grin widened, ugly and triumphant. “Ohhh fuck, your pussy’s gripping me so tight—! Even asleep you’re still milkin’ this old hog’s cock—!” He laughed, a wet, wheezing cackle that echoed off the console screens. “I’m gonna flood you so deep you’ll never forget the smell of me.”

Sweat flew from his body in heavy droplets that splattered across her back and the pillow. His belly wobbled like jelly with every impact, the rolls of fat bouncing violently and slapping her skin with obscene wet sounds. He was panting like a broken machine, chest rattling, snout snorting, tongue dripping onto her ear. The smell of his musk—thick, sour, animal, and utterly revolting—filled the tiny room like toxic gas, mixing with the sharp tang of her arousal and the metallic bite of fear that still clung to her even in sleep.

Fara whimpered softly in her sleep but didn’t wake—just a tiny roll of her hips, like she was unconsciously grinding back against the fat pig destroying her. Pigma’s eyes rolled in mock ecstasy, but inside his head the villain’s smirk never faded. *She’s mine now. The beautiful fox bitch is mine. I’ll break her, use her, and throw her away when I’m done—same as I always do.*

“Plap—plap—plap—!” The sound of his own balls and belly smacking her ass echoed through the cockpit like a broken drum. “Ahh—! Fuck—! I’m gonna—! I’m really gonna—!” His mechanical arm spasmed, claws digging into her hip hard enough to leave deep marks. Sweat poured down his face in sheets, mixing with his own drool and her juices. He was wheezing harder now, chest heaving, belly quivering with every thrust. “Gonna—gonna—FUCK—!”

The orgasm hit him like a freight train—violent, unstoppable, and utterly selfish. Thick ropes of hot, sticky pig cum blasted deep into Fara’s womb—pulse after heavy pulse—flooding her until it leaked out around his cock in creamy white rivers that soaked the purple fabric and ran down her thighs in obscene trails. Pigma’s whole body seized, fat jiggling violently, a guttural “Ugh—!” tearing from his throat as his belly slapped down one last time, sealing him inside her. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, panting like a dying engine, sweat dripping from his snout onto her sleeping face.

For a long moment the only sounds were his wet, ragged breathing and the soft, unconscious little moan Fara made in her sleep—her body twitching faintly around the cum he had pumped into her like garbage.

Then Pigma finally pulled out with a wet, obscene *schlorp*. Thick globs of his cum immediately spilled from her ruined pussy, dripping down her legs and soaking the sheets. He wiped his cock on her flight suit with a crude, satisfied grunt, his eyes gleaming with pure villainous satisfaction.

“You’re such a fucking mess now, vixen,” he wheezed, voice thick with mockery. “Pigma Dengar’s seed is leaking out of you like a cheap whore’s cunt. When you wake up, you’ll never forget who used you first.” He spat on the floor beside the bed, a thick glob of saliva and cum, then turned away, belly swinging heavily as he shuffled toward the cockpit controls.

Fara Phoenix remained exactly where she had been—unconscious, beautiful, and completely ruined by the ugly, greedy pig who had no intention of ever letting her forget it.

The stars kept spinning outside. Inside, the fat villain leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette with shaking claws, and laughed to himself—a low, ugly sound that echoed through the empty cockpit.

Pigma Dengar was already planning his next betrayal.

And somewhere in the dark, Fara Phoenix would wake up sore, leaking, and forever changed by the fat pig who had fucked her senseless while she slept.