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 sterile blue glow of the Star Fox hangar hummed like a living thing, thick with the scent of ozone from flickering overhead panels and the faint metallic tang of polished ship plating. Sweat already beaded on Falco Lombardi’s blue feathers, catching the light like tiny diamonds. His red flight suit hung open at the zipper, revealing the ridiculous little pink thing dangling between his thighs—barely a token for a guy who usually strutted like he owned the galaxy. The blue knot at its base looked pathetic next to the obscene, veiny monster swinging heavy between Katt Monroe’s thick legs.

Katt leaned against the bulkhead, one clawed hand braced on her hip, the other pointing straight at her boyfriend’s crotch with a lazy, wicked grin. Her pink fur shimmered under the lights, white muzzle glistening, tongue lolling out just enough to catch the faintest trace of Falco’s embarrassment. Those big white puffs of hair bounced as she laughed, low and throaty, the sound vibrating straight down to Falco’s twitching stub of a cock.

“Aw, c’mon, baby,” Katt purred, voice dripping honey and pure filth. “Look at you. All wide-eyed and dripping like a scared little virgin. That’s it? That’s the biggest you can manage when your girlfriend’s been walking around with this?” She gave her own cock a lazy, possessive stroke, the thick pink shaft slapping wetly against her thigh with a loud, obscene *thwack*. A thick bead of pre-cum already beaded at the flared tip and dripped in a shiny string onto the floor.

Falco’s green eyes bulged so hard they looked ready to pop. His yellow beak hung open, a thin trail of drool escaping the corner. One wing hand clutched his scarf, the other pressed uselessly to his face. “K-Katt… what the—?! I thought— you said it was just a— ahh—!” His voice cracked, high and squeaky, nothing like the cocky pilot who used to flirt with every female pilot on base. A fresh wave of sweat rolled down his blue chest feathers and soaked into the open collar of his jacket. The hangar air smelled sharper now, thick with his musky fear-sweat and the overwhelming, sweet-spicy musk rolling off Katt’s massive cock.

She pushed off the wall, hips swaying with that signature strut that made her fat ass jiggle hypnotically inside the tight blue denim. The jeans were painted on, zipper half-pulled down just enough to show the thick pink shaft sliding free like it had been waiting all day. Every vein stood out in sharp relief, the foreskin peeled back just enough to reveal the glossy, swollen head that leaked a steady stream of clear fluid. The knot at its base was the size of a baseball—blue, pulsing, already starting to swell with blood.

“You thought it was just a little *oopsie*, huh?” Katt laughed again, the sound rich and filthy, echoing off the hangar walls. She sauntered closer, her own heavy balls—swollen and dark pink—swinging like pendulums. The scent of her grew stronger, heady and animal, like ripe cherries left in the sun mixed with something darker, muskier, pure *her*. Falco’s tiny cock gave a pathetic little twitch, then flopped even smaller as his tail feathers drooped. “Admit it, Lombardi. You’ve been jerking off to my cock for *weeks* and now you’re getting your little tiny dick right in front of the real thing. Pathetic.”

“Shut— shut up!” Falco squeaked, but his voice cracked on the last word and he had to clear his throat, which only made him sound even more ridiculous. His beak opened and closed like a fish. “I-I’m not— I mean, you’re the one who said it was bigger than my *average*—”

“Average?” Katt’s blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief. She reached down and gave her own cock a firm squeeze, making the whole thing jump and slap heavily against her belly with a wet *smack*. Pre-cum flew in a glittering arc, splattering the floor between their feet. The sound was filthy, wet, unmistakable. “Try *titanic*. Try *gonna stretch your slutty girlfriend’s pussy in ways your little dick never could*. Feel that weight, baby? That’s what your girlfriend’s been sitting on every night while you were probably humping your pillow like a desperate puppy.”

Falco’s wings flared out involuntarily. The hangar smelled stronger now—his own fear-panic mixed with the thick, salty-sweet aroma of Katt’s arousal. His tiny cock was fully limp, blue balls shriveled up tight against his body. He could feel the cool hangar air licking across his exposed shaft and it made him shudder. “Katt, please… I’m sorry. I’ll— I’ll make it up to you. I’ll suck it, I’ll— anything—”

“Ohhh, look at you begging.” Katt’s grin widened until her white teeth flashed. She grabbed the back of his head with one clawed hand, feathers tickling her palm, and yanked him down. Falco’s beak was forced right up to the swollen, dripping tip of her cock. The heat rolling off it was insane—his face flushed hot, sweat pouring down his temples. The first thick rope of pre-cum landed on his tongue like warm honey. “That’s my good little cuck. Open up.”

His green eyes watered. The taste hit him immediately—salty, musky, with a hint of that cherry sweetness. It was thicker than anything he’d ever tasted, and the sheer *volume* of pre-cum was obscene; it kept coming, thick and endless, coating his beak and sliding down his chin in sticky rivulets. He gagged, but Katt held him there, humming with pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah,” she growled, hips rocking forward. “That’s it. Swallow, baby. Feel how heavy it is on your tongue. God, your little dick is even smaller than I thought. Look at it—still limp and pathetic while you’re nose-deep in my cock. Pathetic. Sexy. *Mine*.”

The wet, slurping sounds filled the hangar. Falco’s beak worked frantically, tongue instinctively swirling around the massive flare of her head, trying to take more. Every time he swallowed, another thick rope followed, spilling over his lips and dripping onto his feathers. His own tiny cock was rock-hard now despite everything—embarrassment and the sheer overwhelming size of Katt’s cock doing things to him he didn’t want to admit. A fresh bead of his own pre-cum leaked from the tip, forming a tiny puddle on the floor.

Katt’s other hand slid down and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Aww, listen to this little thing. It’s twitching like it’s been waiting for this. You love it, don’t you? You love knowing your girlfriend’s got a cock that makes your whole body shake.” She stroked the back of his neck with her thumb, claws gently raking through blue feathers. “You’re gonna take every inch tonight, Falco. Every single throbbing inch. And when I’m done stretching that tight little pussy of yours, you’re gonna thank me for reminding you who the real stud is.”

She pulled him off her cock with a wet *pop*, strings of thick pre-cum connecting her swollen head to his beak like some obscene bridge. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, tongue lolling out again as she laughed softly. The hangar air was thick with the combined musk of both their arousal—Katt’s heavy and ripe, Falco’s sharp and desperate. His chest heaved, sweat flying off his feathers with every breath.

Katt stepped back, giving him one last teasing look, then reached down and gave her massive cock a slow, possessive pump. It twitched hard, flaring even bigger, a thick rope of pre-cum splattering across Falco’s face like warm rain.

“On your knees, babe,” she purred, voice low and filthy. “And when I fuck that pretty throat, you’re gonna tell me how much bigger it is than yours. Every time you swallow. Every. Single. Time.”

Falco’s knees hit the cold floor with a soft *thud*. His tiny cock throbbed helplessly against his thigh, pre-cum already leaking in a steady stream. The hangar lights caught every glistening detail—the veins pulsing along Katt’s shaft, the way her heavy balls swung, the smug, aroused smile on her pink face—as she took his head in both hands and lined up her cock.

“Ready?” she whispered, just for him.

Falco could only nod, green eyes wide, tongue already out, beak open, waiting.

And Katt grinned like a cat who’d caught the canary.

The night was young, and the Star Fox hangar was about to become the loudest, wettest, most obscene place in the galaxy.