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.

Krystal’s bladder had been screaming for hours.

She’d tried everything—every trick she knew from Star Fox training, every deep breath, every little dance to distract herself from the burning pressure between her thighs. But the purple latex bodysuit was so tight, the gold buckles at her crotch so unyielding, the green gem at her navel so tauntingly close. Every tiny shift of her weight made the wet heat slosh and gurgle loudly in her bladder. She could feel it now, a heavy, swollen globe of liquid sitting low in her pelvis, stretching her to the breaking point.

*CAN’T… HOLD… IT…!*

The words tore out of her in a broken whimper. Her knees buckled. She dropped to the cold metal floor of the Star Fox corridor, tail curling tight against her back as if she could somehow squeeze the flood inside.

But it was already too late.

A single drop escaped—clear, warm, and shockingly hot against the latex. The wet spot spread instantly, soaking the front of her suit until the dark purple material turned almost black in the groin. The scent hit her next: rich, musky, unmistakably *hers*. Sharp, tangy, with that unmistakable animal note that made her pussy clench and drip despite her embarrassment.

*Oh no… oh fuck, it’s starting…*

The second wave hit like a dam breaking. The first long, powerful spurt blasted straight down her suit, soaking the crotch panel and the inside of her thick thighs. She cried out, a high, keening wail that echoed down the empty hallway. The urine was hot—scorching—flooding the latex until it clung obscenely to every curve of her body. She could feel the warm, sticky liquid running between her legs, soaking the fluffy white fur of her tail, pooling beneath her. The scent grew thicker, heavier, overwhelming. Her nostrils flared as her body reacted on pure instinct—pussy gushing fresh, slick wetness in time with every surge.

*YESYESYES—!*

The relief was immediate and devastating. The moment the floodgates opened, the crushing pressure vanished. Krystal’s body sagged forward, massive breasts spilling out of the tight bodysuit, nipples already diamond-hard from the shock of release. Her golden eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out between her fangs as a thick, helpless moan ripped from her throat.

*OH YES~… OH YES~…*

The orgasm hit like lightning. Her pussy spasmed violently, squirting a sudden gush of clear pussy juice that mixed with the urine pooling on the floor. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. Her tail lashed side to side, smearing the wet spot further across the metal. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain—every throb of her bladder letting go sending electric jolts straight to her clit and womb.

*SOOOO GOooo00D~*

She could taste the air now—thick with her own musk, the sharp tang of piss, the sweet-salt smell of her exploding arousal. Her ears twitched, catching the wet *schlorp-schlorp* sounds of her body emptying, the way the urine splattered against the floor and her own thighs, the soft, desperate *panting* of her breathing.

More. She needed more.

Her hips rolled on their own, grinding the soaked crotch of her suit against her clit. Another powerful spurt followed, longer this time, flooding the front of her bodysuit until the fabric stretched translucent over her swollen breasts and dripping cunt. She could feel every drop sliding down her belly, soaking the white fur of her chest, running between her massive cleavage. The heat of it was incredible—her pussy was drenched, lips puffy and open, clit throbbing visibly through the soaked latex.

*It feels so good… so fucking good…*

Her mouth opened wider, drooling heavily as her tongue lolled out completely. Pink heart-shaped blush marks appeared on her cheeks, floating around her head like the ahegao she couldn’t stop. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her muzzle. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears—*thump-thump-thump*—and beneath it, the constant, wet *drip-drip-drip* of urine still leaking from her now-empty bladder.

Her free hand shot down, claws scraping over the soaked crotch of her bodysuit. She rubbed furiously, chasing the last waves of orgasm, smearing her own piss across her pussy lips. The sensation was maddening—hot, slippery, the smell of her urine and her cunt so thick she could practically taste it.

*More… I need more… let it all out…*

Another long, rolling release followed, slower this time, but just as intense. The relief was so pure it bordered on bliss. Krystal’s entire body trembled, her huge breasts jiggling with every shudder. She could feel her inner walls fluttering, milking the last drops from her bladder while her pussy clenched in helpless orgasm after orgasm.

By the time she finally stopped, the floor beneath her was a glistening mess of golden piss and clear pussy juice. The scent of her had filled the entire corridor—thick, heavy, erotic, overwhelming. Her suit clung to every inch of her body, dark and dripping, every curve of her breasts and hips clearly visible through the soaked fabric.

Krystal stayed on her knees for a long moment, panting, tongue hanging out, heart-shaped blush marks still floating around her head. Slowly, she looked up, emerald eyes half-lidded in post-orgasm bliss.

*…Fuuuuck…* she whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked. *That… that was…*

She gave a shaky, satisfied laugh, the sound dripping with satisfaction.

*Best relief ever.*

Her tail curled lazily around her ankles, and she let herself collapse fully onto the warm, sticky puddle she’d made. The last of the urine trickled out in a final, weak trickle before her bladder finally, blissfully emptied.

Krystal closed her eyes, breathing in the thick, heady smell of her own release, and smiled.

*Next time… I’m gonna make sure I hold it longer.*

The corridor was silent except for the soft, wet sounds of her breathing and the occasional drip-drip of the last drops of golden piss soaking into the metal floor beneath her.