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 world had narrowed to a single, throbbing green sphere. The slime ball — that living, pulsing orb of alien goo — had her trapped in its warm, slick embrace, and the tentacles had claimed every hole she possessed.

She was on all fours inside it, back arched like a bow, massive blue breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples stiff and glistening with slime. Her thick fox tail lashed wildly behind her, the white tip brushing the inner walls of her stretched pussy. One massive, veined tentacle stretched her jaw wide, plunging straight down her throat with every slick thrust. Thick ropes of drool and saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto the glowing green surface of the ball.

“MMMPH—!”

The sound died in her throat. The tentacle in her mouth was too thick, too relentless, hammering against the back of her tongue and pressing against her uvula with every wet *schlorp*. She tried to scream, tried to beg, but all that came out was a pathetic, gurgling moan that vibrated straight into her skull.

Another tentacle had found her dripping cunt and was buried to the hilt inside her, its ridged head grinding against that spot that made stars explode behind her eyes. The wet, obscene squelching of her own pussy was loud enough to hear over the forest sounds outside. Her clit throbbed untouched, swollen and aching, while the thick shaft of the tentacle stretched her open again and again.

Her asshole burned deliciously. A second, even thicker tentacle pushed insistently against her tight ring, forcing her to clench around the invading pressure. The dual penetration made her womb feel full, overstuffed, like it was about to burst.

The slime ball itself seemed alive. It throbbed in time with the tentacles, squeezing her breasts together, milking her nipples, sending shivers of overstimulation through every nerve. Cool slime dripped from the ceiling of the ball, running over her blue fur in slow, sticky rivulets. Hotter slime leaked from between her thighs, dripping down her legs and pooling on the ground beneath her.

Her breasts bounced heavily with every frantic thrust. The way her sensitive nipples rubbed together inside the goo sent electric jolts straight to her core. Sweat poured off her brow, mixing with the tears of overwhelming pleasure in her green eyes. She could feel her face burning, the blush crawling all the way down her neck and across her heaving chest.

Her mind was fracturing.

*More— I need more— please—*

She tried to scream again. The sound that tore from her throat was a raw, broken *MMMMPH! MMMMPH!*

The tentacle in her mouth pulsed, pressing deeper. The one in her pussy jackhammered harder. The one at her ass slid in another inch, stretching her wider than she had ever been before.

The pleasure crested like a tidal wave.

Krystal’s vision whited out. Her entire body seized. Her back bowed so violently her spine popped. Her pussy clamped down hard around the invading tentacle, fluttering wildly, then spasmed in a sudden, violent orgasm that made her squirt. Hot, clear fox juices gushed around the thick shaft, spraying the inside of the slime ball in a glittering arc.

“MMMMMPH—!!!”

The scream was muffled, turned into a frantic, vibrating moan that drowned out everything else. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples dragging through the goo. Her tail whipped behind her so hard it smacked the wall of the ball with a wet *slap*. Every muscle in her body locked, then trembled as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her.

The tentacle in her pussy didn’t stop. It only fucked her faster, grinding the swollen head of its cock against that spot inside her again and again while her walls continued to milk and flutter around it.

Another orgasm built before the first even finished. Her asshole clenched, then relaxed, taking the invading tentacle deeper as if it were trying to burrow into her very soul. The dual penetration, the fullness, the relentless wet sounds of *schlorp, schlorp, squelch* — it was too much.

Her mind melted.

“Krystal—! Krystal—! Krystal—!!!”

She came again, harder. Her pussy squirted in a long, powerful jet that painted the green goo white. Her body shook violently, breasts jiggling like jelly, tongue lolling out around the tentacle in her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

Finally, as the last aftershocks faded, the tentacles slowed. One by one they withdrew with obscene, sucking sounds, leaving her gaping, twitching holes twitching in the cooling slime.

Krystal collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, panting, drooling, cum and slime leaking from every entrance. The massive green sphere around her pulsed once, then gently released her, letting the exhausted vixen tumble onto the forest floor with a soft, wet *plop*.

She lay there, body still quivering, chest heaving, a broken, satisfied smile on her lips.

“...Fuck,” she whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked. “That… that was…”

Her pussy throbbed in aftershocks. Her asshole clenched on empty air. And deep inside her mind, a single, dazed thought remained:

*Never… letting them go.*

The tentacles had won. But the orgasm had been hers.

And she never wanted to stop feeling it.