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.

Fara Phoenix’s world had always been one of stars and speed. As the chief test pilot of the Cornerian Aerospace Corporation, she had flown faster than any Arwing in the sky, dodged meteors, and grinned through the g-forces until her lungs burned. But this private hangar bay—reserved only for her and the sleek black Arwing she had nicknamed “Phoenix”—was no longer about the sky. Tonight it belonged to something far darker, far hotter.

She stood naked in the center of the room, sweat already beading on her orange-furred belly and the heavy undersides of her full breasts. Her large, pink-tipped fox ears twitched at the low hum of the ship’s engines outside the viewport. The air smelled of ozone, warm metal, and her own musky arousal. Her green eyes, usually sharp and confident, were already half-lidded with raw need.

Around her neck hung the collar—the thick brown leather strap that had once belonged to Fox’s old flight suit. Tonight it was a leash and a gag and a promise. A matching belt with a heavy silver buckle and a small metal tag dangled from it. Fara had spent the last hour tightening it herself, twisting the buckle until the leather bit deep into her throat, cutting off just enough air that every breath was a deliberate, aching surrender.

She ran the fingers of her right hand along the warm, supple leather. The buckle was warm from her body heat. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, tasting the faint metallic tang of the oxygen recycler mixed with the salty-sweet scent of her own sweat.

“Fuck… yes,” she whispered to herself, voice husky. *This is what I’ve been starving for. Not just the speed, not just the glory. This. Being used. Being choked until I forget how to breathe.*

She walked to the viewport, pressing her back against the cool glass. The stars outside blurred as she tilted her head. The collar pulled tight, and a soft, involuntary *hrrrk* escaped her throat.

She smiled, sharp and wicked. The smile of a fox who knew she was about to break.

Fara dropped to her knees on the thick carpet of the hangar floor. The collar’s weight settled heavier as she leaned forward. She reached behind her, grabbed the belt, and pulled. The strap yanked her head back, throat stretched, airway narrowing to a razor edge. She let out a long, broken moan that vibrated through her chest.

“Ahhh—!”

The sound was pure pleasure. Her pussy clenched instantly, a fresh gush of hot, wet arousal flooding between her thighs. The scent of her slickness filled the air—thick, musky, animal. Her nipples, already stiff pink peaks, tightened further as a trickle of sweat slid down her cleavage.

She pulled harder.

“Nggh—! *Hkkk—*”

Each word was strangled, cut short by the tightening leather. Her green eyes rolled back as the pleasure spiked. She could feel her pulse in her throat—throbbing, frantic. Every heartbeat pushed blood away from her brain for a heartbeat, then slammed it back, sending lightning straight to her clit.

Her left hand, trembling, slid down her sweat-slick belly. She cupped her heavy breasts, squeezing them together, thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. The sensation was electric. She pinched, twisted, and the pain-pleasure cocktail made her squirt a thin string of clear fluid onto the floor.

She couldn’t stop the sounds now. Her body had taken over.

“Ah! Ah! Nngh—! Hrrrk—!”

She was panting, short desperate gasps between the choked cries. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the sweat on her cheeks. Her tail, bushy and orange with white tips, lashed behind her, thumping against the floor. The tip brushed a puddle of her own squirt and she shivered.

*Oh gods… it’s too much. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Just—fuck—*

Her fingers found her dripping pussy. Two digits slid inside without hesitation, then three. The walls were hot, soaked, clenching around her. She pumped hard, hips jerking forward. The collar’s pressure made every movement feel amplified. Her inner ear fluff—soft pink fur inside her ears—flared as her entire body trembled.

The orgasm built like a supernova.

She pulled the belt until it was almost choking her. Her eyes rolled completely white, tongue lolling out. Saliva dripped in long strings onto her breasts. Her ears flattened. Her tail stopped moving entirely as every muscle locked in ecstasy.

“AHHHHHHH—! NGHHH—! HHHKKK—!”

The scream tore out of her as her pussy exploded. She squirted in a powerful, rhythmic jet that splashed across the floor, soaking her thighs and the metal beneath her knees. Her fingers kept pumping, frantically rubbing her G-spot, drawing out wave after wave. Her legs shook violently. Her claws dug into her own thighs, leaving red crescents.

She came again—harder—before the first one even finished. Her vision whited out. Her ears rang. The only thing she could feel was the collar, the belt, the relentless pounding of her own fist, and the way her heart hammered like a broken Arwing engine.

“Ah—ah—ah—! I’m—ngh—gonna—break—!”

Fara’s mind fractured into pure sensation. *This is it. This is what I live for. Being nothing but a hole for pleasure. Being choked until I squirt my soul out.*

She kept going, even as her vision started to tunnel. Her hips bucked. Her breasts bounced with every desperate thrust of her fingers. The wet, filthy sounds of her squirting filled the hangar—schlick, schlick, schlick—overlapping with her broken moans and choked gasps.

Finally, the world narrowed to a single point of white light.

She came with a long, shattered cry that sounded almost like a sob of pure bliss.

“Ahhhhhhh—! *HHRRRK—!*”

Her body seized. Every muscle locked. Her pussy clenched so hard around her own fingers she screamed again, another powerful squirt spraying across her torso and dripping down her chin. Her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed. Her tongue hung out fully, drooling in a thick stream. Her ears twitched once, twice, then went still.

The collar finally loosened in her grip. She collapsed forward, face-first into her own puddle, gasping, coughing, laughing in a wrecked, broken voice.

“F-fuck… I’m… cumming again…”

Her legs kicked weakly. Another smaller, aftershocks orgasm rolled through her, making her pussy flutter and squirt a final weak trickle. She reached up with trembling fingers and stroked the leather of the collar like a lover’s throat.

*Best… flight… of my life…*

She lay there, naked, covered in sweat and her own fluids, chest heaving, ears still twitching with aftershocks. The hangar bay was silent except for the soft drip of her squirt and the distant hum of the stars outside.

Fara Phoenix—chief pilot, legend, and tonight’s broken little toy—smiled against the warm floor, eyes fluttering shut.

“Take me again,” she whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Choke me till I forget how to fly.”

And somewhere in the dark, the collar answered her with a soft, satisfied creak.