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.

**After the Shower: Krystal’s Untamed Jungle**

The steam-filled bathroom of the Star Fox headquarters hung heavy with the scent of wet fur and something far more primal. Steam curled around the tiled walls like lazy smoke, and the shower head still dripped softly, a single water droplet the size of a marble falling from the spout and splashing onto the marble floor with a tiny *plink*. The air was thick, warm, and unmistakably sexual.

Krystal stood in the center of it all, completely naked except for the golden headband and the thin white-and-gold tailband around her fluffy blue tail. Her powerful, athletic blue body gleamed with rivulets of water that traced slow paths down her curves. She was twenty feet tall, every inch of her a goddess of soft blue fur, and right now that fur was dripping.

Her armpits were the first thing any observer noticed — two deep, dark pits of thick, coarse, water-matted black-and-blue hair that hung in heavy, wet ropes. The hair was so dense it looked almost woven, like a living jungle that had grown unchecked for years. Water clung to every strand, making it glisten and clump together in heavy, dripping masses. The scent rolling off those pits was overwhelming — thick, animal, almost sweet and rotten at the same time, like warm fur left in the sun after a rainstorm mixed with something darker, muskier, deeper. It was the scent of a fox who had never once thought to shave.

She had never heard of shaving. The word didn’t exist in her ancient, instinct-driven vocabulary. So every morning she simply stepped into the shower and let the water do its job… and every night she let the hair stay exactly where it had grown, wild and untrimmed, thick enough to hide her fingers in.

Krystal stretched both arms straight up, elbows locked, hands clasped behind her head. Her massive blue breasts, heavy and full, lifted with the motion, the pink areolas tightening into stiff little peaks. Water streamed down the undersides of them, dripping in thick strings from the broad, dark areolas and finally from her nipples, which were already hard from the cool air and the heat of her own musk. Her belly was smooth but for a thin happy trail that disappeared into a jungle below.

Between her thick, powerful thighs her bush was a living thing — an entire dark forest of coarse, black-blue pubic hair that framed her swollen pink vulva like a canopy. The hair was so thick and so long that it hid her clit almost completely; only the glistening pink outer lips peeked out, swollen and dripping. The inner lips were puffy and wet, clinging together slightly, every fold glistening. A small, thick black-blue patch of pubic hair sat directly above her mound, matted with shower water, and from between her legs rose a thick cloud of pure, animal musk — warm, heavy, almost sweet with a sharp, animal edge that made the entire bathroom feel like a den.

She didn’t notice the smell. She never did. To her, her own scent was simply *home*. She sniffed at her own armpit with obvious pleasure, inhaling the deep, musky fog that rolled into her nostrils, and a low, contented growl rumbled in her chest.

“Shave?” she murmured to herself, voice husky and dripping with confusion. “What’s that mean?” The words came out in that breathy, Star Fox accent, half-teasing, half-lost.

The door to the bathroom opened.

“Krystal?” came the voice of Fox McCloud, her red fox partner, still dripping from his own shower across the hall. He stood in the doorway, shirtless, wearing only low-slung shorts that did nothing to hide the obvious bulge forming at the sight of his favorite blue beauty. His sharp green eyes widened, then narrowed with a mix of awe and hunger. “Uh… yeah. That’s what you just said. Shave. Means you cut it off. With a razor. Or a blade. Or… um… never mind, I forgot how it works.”

Krystal’s head snapped toward him. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief and pure foxish curiosity. She lowered one arm just enough to flex, making her massive blue breast jiggle and the armpit hair shift with a wet *shlup*. The musk from that pit rolled out stronger, thicker, and Fox’s nostrils flared. He took one involuntary step forward, the front of his shorts tightening visibly.

“You mean… cut it out?” Krystal tilted her head, ears perked. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Why would I? My hair feels… perfect. Look at it.” She gave the armpit a playful bounce, making the wet black hair slap wetly against her blue skin. “It’s so warm. And it smells like me. Like the forest after rain. I like it.”

Fox swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. “Krystal… baby… you’re dripping in it. That armpit scent is thick enough to cut with a knife. And your pussy — fuck. That bush is so big it’s hiding your whole cunt. I can smell it from here. It’s driving me insane. That musky fog rolling off you… it’s like a whole jungle of raw, unfiltered fox cunt. I’ve never smelled anything like it.”

Krystal’s tail flicked, the white-and-gold band flashing. She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, dripping ass and the thick, dark bush framing her tight pink asshole and swollen pussy lips. The musk cloud around her crotch grew thicker, pulsing in the air like a living thing. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled a long, low moan that carried the same heavy musk with it.

“You want to smell more?” she purred, voice dripping honey and sex. She spread her thick thighs wider, offering him the full jungle. Water streamed down her inner thighs, splashing onto the floor in tiny puddles. “My armpits are so hairy, Fox. I can fit my whole paw in there. And my pussy… look how it’s covered. Thick, dark, wild. It’s never touched a blade. Never been shaved. It’s just… me. All me. And it’s so, so musky. I can taste it in the air.”

Fox stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes were dark with lust, cheeks flushed. “You’re killing me. Your whole body is a fucking pheromone bomb. That armpit hair is matted, dripping, reeking of pure unwashed fox musk. I can practically taste it. And down here—” he gestured helplessly at her dripping bush “—that dark, coarse jungle is hiding your pretty pink slit. I bet if I buried my face in it I’d lose my mind. You’ve never shaved because you don’t know what it is… so you’ve got the most insanely sexy, musky, hairy cunt in the universe.”

Krystal laughed, a throaty, sultry sound, then grabbed his wrist and guided it toward her armpit. The moment his fingers brushed the wet, coarse black-blue hair, her whole body shuddered. A fresh wave of thick, warm musk exploded out — heavier, sweeter, more animal. Fox’s knees nearly buckled.

“Feel how wet it is?” she breathed, pressing his palm firmly into the dripping jungle. “It’s warm from my body heat. The hair is so thick… I can feel it between my fingers. And smell it? That’s all me. All night. All day. Every single day. I’ve never had to clean it. It’s just… wild. Like the real Krystal.”

She pulled his other hand down, guiding it between her thighs. His fingers sank into the thick, soaking wet bush above her swollen pussy lips. The coarse hair slid slickly between his knuckles, matted and dripping. When he brushed the slick pink outer lips, the musk hit him like a drug — thick, heavy, intoxicating. He groaned, eyes rolling back.

Krystal’s hips bucked. “Ohhh… yes. Right there. My pussy is so covered… look at how the hair frames it. It’s so dark, so coarse, so full of my musk. I’ve never shaved it. Never trimmed it. It’s just growing wild for you.” She nipped at his ear, tail whipping. “I want you to bury your face in it. I want you to breathe me in until you forget your own name. I want you to smell nothing but Krystal’s musky jungle from now on.”

Fox dropped to his knees, still half-standing, and pressed his face directly into the dripping bush. The scent hit him like a tidal wave — warm, animal, musky, almost sweet with a sharp edge that made his cock throb painfully. He moaned into the thick hair, the vibrations traveling straight to Krystal’s clit. She cried out, one hand still gripping her own massive breast, the other tangled in his fur.

“Fuck yes… that’s it… sniff it all in. It’s so hairy… so wet… so fucking musky. My armpits are still dripping, too — feel that? The hair is still matted from the shower. I could sit on your face right now and you’d drown in my scent.”

She lifted one leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and pressed her dripping pussy and bush firmly against his face. The coarse black-blue hair smothered him completely, the thick musk fog rolling into his lungs with every breath. He could feel the coarse strands sliding across his cheeks, between his teeth, matting his tongue. The wet heat of her vulva pressed against his lips, and he devoured her, tongue sliding between the puffy pink folds while the surrounding jungle of pubic hair tickled his nose.

Krystal’s head fell back, ears flattening, a long, desperate moan tearing from her throat. “Yes… right there… your face is so warm against my hairy cunt. I’ve never had anyone smell it like this. No one has ever known it’s so musky. No one has ever had the chance to bury themselves in my jungle. It’s so thick… I can feel your breath inside it. It’s making me drip. My whole body is leaking. My breasts are heavy, my nipples are throbbing, my ass is clenching. I’ve never felt this horny… because I’ve never been shaved. This is the real Krystal. This hairy, musky, wild Krystal.”

She reached down, stroking his head with one hand while her hips rolled against his face. “Now smell my armpits while you eat me out. Reach up… there. Feel how they’re so hairy and dripping. That’s what I wake up to every single morning. That’s what I sleep in every night. And it’s all yours if you want it.”

Fox growled into her pussy, the sound muffled by the thick bush, and lifted both hands to her armpits at the same time. He pressed his face deeper into the jungle, breathing in the overwhelming musk that now surrounded him on all sides — her armpits, her crotch, the air itself. The scent was so thick it felt like liquid. He could taste it on his tongue when he finally pulled back for air, lips glistening with her juices and the residue of her musk.

Krystal dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling him into a deep, messy kiss. They shared the taste of each other — her musk, her pussy, his own animal musk — and she whispered against his lips, voice hoarse with lust.

“I’ve never shaved. Not once. Not for you. Not for anyone. My armpits are a whole forest. My pussy is a dark, wet jungle. And every day I let them grow wild and musky just for you to find. Do you like it, Fox? Do you want this unwashed, unshaven, completely hair-covered Krystal?”

Fox pulled back just enough to look into her sparkling green eyes, his voice rough and wrecked.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Shave her? I’d sooner shave the whole damn galaxy. Let her stay exactly like this — hairy, musky, wild, dripping in her own scent. Because this is the real Krystal. And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives buried in her jungle.”

Krystal grinned, fangs glinting, then pushed him back onto the tiled floor and climbed on top of him, her thick thighs straddling his hips. The musk from her bush and armpits enveloped them both like a warm, living cloud.

“Then stay buried,” she growled, sinking down onto his throbbing cock with a wet, filthy sound. “And let me ride you while I smell like nothing but me. Let me make you lose your mind in the only way that matters.”

The steam rose higher. The water droplets still fell from the shower head. And somewhere deep inside the dark, wet jungle of Krystal’s body, the real, unshaven, musky goddess of Star Fox laughed with pure, animal joy — the scent of her forever, forever yours.