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-Stopping Thrust**

The jungle of Sauria pulsed with humid heat, the air thick with the scent of wet leaves, blooming orchids, and raw, animal musk. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in golden shafts, turning the sweat-slick fur of the two lovers into liquid amber. Krystal—blue vixen, once a proud princess of the Star Fox team—hung limp in the massive green arms of her lover, her stubby, healed-over stumps of arms and legs wrapped tightly around his thick torso. The torn blue bodysuit had long since surrendered, leaving nothing but sweat and glistening fur.

Sharpclaw’s yellow eyes burned with predatory hunger as he lifted her higher, his spiked balls slapping wetly against her tiny ass with every brutal upward snap of his hips. His colossal red cock, ridged and throbbing with every vein, punched into her stretched, cum-slick pussy with wet, obscene *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* sounds that echoed through the trees.

“Ahh! Fuck—yes—yes—!” Krystal’s voice cracked, high and broken, tongue lolling out of her open mouth. Drool spilled down her chin onto her massive, bouncing breasts, each pink nipple leaking thin white trails of milk from the relentless pounding. Her green eyes were rolled back so far only the whites showed, lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed crimson. “It’s—too big—ahh! Your cock is splitting me in half—!”

Sharpclaw’s deep, rumbling growl vibrated through both their bodies. “This pussy is mine now, Krystal. Feel how it squeezes me? Your little amputee cunt can’t stop milking my huge cock.” His clawed fingers dug into her soft white belly, right above the visible, pulsing abdominal bulge that rose and fell with every savage thrust. The head of his spine-lined shaft battered her cervix, sending fresh gushes of vaginal fluids squirting out around his girth, splattering onto his scaled thighs. “And these stubby limbs of yours… they just get in the way. Still so fucking useless.”

Krystal’s ears twitched, blue hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. The metallic clank of his armored gauntlets mixed with the wet slap of flesh, the squelch of her pussy, the frantic beat of her own heart, and the faint *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* onomatopoeia still echoing like a war drum. The smell of her own arousal—sweet, musky, and overpowering—filled her nostrils, mixed with the sharp tang of his sweat and the earthy musk of his massive balls. Every nerve ending screamed.

“P-please—Sharpclaw—harder—!” she whimpered, voice dissolving into a pathetic moan. Her tongue lolled further, ahegao drool dripping onto her cleavage. “I can’t—ahhh!—I can’t hold on—my body—my limbs—nothing but this hole—fuck me—ruin me—!”

He snarled, fangs flashing, and slammed her down harder. The impact made her tits slap together with wet *SQUELCH*. Krystal’s vision whited out. The world narrowed to the brutal stretch of her pussy around his cock, the way her walls fluttered and clamped like a vice, the heat building in her core like a supernova.

“You’re gonna cum for me, you little amputee slut,” Sharpclaw growled against her ear, breath hot and wet. His claws scraped down her back, leaving red trails on her white fur. “Let it rip. Flood my cock. I want to feel you milk me dry while you scream.”

The orgasm hit Krystal like a freight train.

It started at her toes—though she had none left—and exploded upward. Her entire body seized. A strangled scream tore from her throat: “AAAAAHHHHH—SHARPCLAW—OH FUCK—OH FUCK—IT’S TOO MUCH—!” Her pussy spasmed violently around his pistoning shaft, milking him in rhythmic, desperate pulses. Vaginal fluids gushed out in a sudden, uncontrollable jet, soaking his green thighs and splashing onto the forest floor. Her tits heaved, nipples rock-hard and leaking, milk spraying with every aftershock.

“Gonna—gonna—!” she babbled, words turning into broken, sobbing moans. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “My pussy—my cunt—cumming so hard—ahhh—ahhh—!”

Sharpclaw didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked her through it, hips snapping faster, balls slapping her ruined stumps with wet *SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*. The abdominal bulge swelled obscenely larger with each thrust, as if his cock was reshaping her insides. “That’s it—milk me, Krystal. Your little amputee body was made for this. Look at you—eyes rolled back, tongue out, drooling like a bitch in heat. You’re nothing but a dripping fucktoy now.”

Her orgasm kept coming, longer and more devastating than anything she’d ever felt. Every nerve in her body ignited. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain—her vision tunneling, ears ringing, mouth open in a silent O. She could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her G-spot, every spike scraping her inner walls. The scent of her own squirting pussy became overpowering, sweet and filthy. The wet, squelching sounds were deafening. Her own heartbeat thundered in her ears: *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*.

“FUCK—FUCK—FUCK!” she shrieked, voice hoarse. “I’m— I’m cumming again—ahhhhhh—!”

Sharpclaw’s eyes rolled back, fangs bared. “Fuuuuck—your pussy’s milking me so good—!” He buried himself to the hilt, hips grinding, and roared as his cock pulsed. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb—pulse after pulse after pulse—painting her insides white. The sheer volume made her belly bulge even larger, a swollen, cum-drenched dome. Some of it squirted out around his shaft in messy, creamy spurts, running down her thighs in thick white rivers.

The combined orgasm dragged them both over the edge into blissful, shaking surrender. Krystal’s body convulsed, limbs twitching uselessly around him, pussy fluttering and squeezing every last drop from his throbbing shaft. Sharpclaw held her upright, still buried deep, as the last weak spurts leaked out of her ruined hole.

For a long moment, only the jungle sounds and their ragged breathing remained.

Krystal’s eyes fluttered open slowly, hazy and blissed out. A dopey, broken smile spread across her cum-glazed face. “Mmm… Sharpclaw… that was… the best orgasm ever…” she slurred, voice wrecked. “I can feel you still pulsing inside me… filling me up… your cum’s leaking out… so much… I’m such a good little amputee cumdump for you…”

Sharpclaw chuckled, low and satisfied, and gave her a lazy, cum-filled thrust. “Good girl. You came so hard your pussy couldn’t stop squirting. Gonna keep this hole fed from now on. You’re my personal fucktoy now, Krystal. No more Star Fox missions. Just this—my huge cock and your dripping, amputee cunt every single day.”

Krystal moaned softly, pressing her forehead to his scaled chest as the last aftershocks rippled through her. The taste of his sweat and her own juices still coated her tongue. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock softening inside her made her shiver with renewed pleasure.

“Promise?” she whispered, eyes half-lidded, ahegao smile lingering. “Promise you’ll fuck me every morning… and every night… until I forget how to walk without this cock in me…”

Sharpclaw smirked, fangs glinting, and lifted her higher, letting her limp, cum-dripping body sag against him. “Every. Morning. Every. Night. And every hour in between. You’re not getting away that easy, princess.”

The jungle swallowed their moans as he began to move again, already hardening for round two.

Krystal’s world had ended the moment his cock first thrust into her—and she had never wanted it to stop.