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.

The dim, humming glow of the spaceship’s cockpit bathed everything in a sterile blue-white light. Outside the viewport, the stars streaked past in lazy silver ribbons, but inside, the air was thick with the faint ozone tang of recycled ventilation and the unmistakable musk that clung to everything on this ship—pine, leather, and something sharper, like gun oil and adrenaline. Fox McCloud leaned back against the flight console, one paw casually resting on the open zipper of his green flight jacket. His red bandana hung loose around his neck, sweat already beading along the sharp line of his fox jaw. The smug little smile on his muzzle never faltered.

Krystal hovered in front of him, her elegant blue-and-white form glistening with a light sheen of nervous sweat. Her golden headband caught the light, framing those wide, luminous green eyes that had always been too trusting for her own good. The strap of her top dug into the soft curves of her breasts, but she didn’t seem to notice. Every breath she took made those heavy breasts rise and fall, nipples already peaked beneath the thin blue fabric.

“Fox… you sure about this?” she whispered, voice husky with a mix of fear and something hotter, something that made her tail flick erratically behind her. “That thing’s huge. Even for you. I mean… gods, it’s like the whole damn ship’s gonna get in trouble.”

Fox chuckled, low and rumbling, the sound vibrating through his chest. He gave his zipper one final tug, the metallic rasp cutting through the quiet hum of the engines. The sound of fabric parting was obscene in the confined space.

“Relax, Krystal,” he drawled, voice dripping with that familiar cocky charm. “You’re the one who wanted to see for yourself. Said you were curious about ‘team morale.’ I’m just giving you a little private briefing, darlin’. Nothing a big strong guy like me can’t handle.” He winked with one emerald eye, then slowly pulled the zipper all the way down.

The cockpit lights caught the first glimpse of what was waiting.

Holy shit.

It hung heavy and low, straining against the confines of his flight pants. Not just large—**hyper**. Veins like thick ropes pulsed visibly beneath the flushed, stretched fabric, the sheer weight pulling the head forward until the swollen pink tip was already glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum. The scent hit her like a physical wave the moment the zipper opened—raw, animal musk, thick and masculine, layered with the sharp, clean scent of his skin and the warm, earthy notes of arousal that only a healthy male could produce. It was intoxicating. It made her knees buckle.

Krystal’s breath caught in a sharp, choked gasp. Her tongue darted out involuntarily, tasting the air like she could savor it. “Oh… Fox…” Her voice cracked, eyes locked on the impossible sight. “That’s… that’s not normal. That’s not even—” She swallowed hard, cheeks burning crimson as her hips twitched forward without permission. “It’s so… so big. Gods, I can already feel it in my throat just looking at it.”

Fox’s grin widened, sharp white teeth flashing. He reached down with one paw, slowly sliding the heavy fabric of his pants aside until the full, aching length spilled free. The weight of it made it slap heavily against his thigh with a wet, meaty sound. Thick, ridged, and pulsing, the hyper cock throbbed visibly in time with his heartbeat. A heavy, fat sac hung beneath it, swinging gently with every breath, stuffed tight and low with what looked like two enormous, churning balls churning with fresh, thick seed. The musky scent rolled off him in waves—pure male dominance, raw and overwhelming.

“Like what you see, princess?” he murmured, voice dropping into a growl. He gave his cock a lazy, possessive stroke, thumb spreading the thick bead of pre-cum over the swollen head. The wet, obscene squelch echoed in the cockpit. “Go on. Touch it if you want. You’re the one who asked to be part of the team… and I’m in charge of every inch.”

Krystal’s eyes glazed over. She took one involuntary step closer, her tongue slipping out again to wet her lips. The scent was everywhere now—thick, cloying, making her thighs press together. She could feel it between her legs already, a hot, aching throb that had nothing to do with the cold spaceship air. Her pussy was slick, soaked through her panties, and every heartbeat sent fresh pulses of wetness down her inner thighs.

“I… I can’t…” she breathed, voice trembling with raw need. “It’s too big. It’s like it’s gonna split me in half. But… gods, Fox… it smells so good. So… so male. So strong. I’ve never… never wanted anything this badly in my life.”

Fox’s smirk turned feral. He wrapped one paw around the thick base of his cock, giving it a firm squeeze that made the veins bulge and the heavy balls tighten with a wet, churning sound. The motion sent a fresh wave of that thick, animal musk washing over her.

“Careful, Krystal,” he warned, voice low and teasing. “You keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you’re the one who needs a full briefing.”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, Krystal’s knees finally gave out. She dropped to the deck plating, landing on her knees with a soft thud, the impact making her breasts bounce heavily. Her mouth opened—wide, pink tongue already hanging out like a starving bitch in heat. Her eyes rolled back slightly, lashes fluttering as the scent hit her full force.

And then it happened.

The orgasm struck her like lightning.

Krystal’s entire body seized. A guttural, keening wail tore from her throat as her hips jerked forward on their own. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a sudden gush of clear, hot arousal squirting out to soak the front of her panties in seconds. Her tail lashed wildly, smacking against the console. Her breasts heaved, nipples diamond-hard and straining against the fabric.

“F-Fox—!” she cried out, voice cracking into a desperate moan. Her hands shot up, paws gripping her own thighs as another violent tremor ripped through her. “It’s too much—oh gods, it’s too much— I’m— I’m coming— Fox, I’m cumming so hard—!”

Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against the air, juices dripping in thick strands onto the deck. Her tongue lolled out farther, drooling a thin string of saliva as her eyes rolled back completely, lost in the overwhelming sensory assault of his scent, his size, his sheer raw masculinity. The cockpit filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her orgasm—her own whimpers, the soft squelch of her pussy, the low, satisfied rumble of Fox’s chuckle as he watched her melt.

She came harder, body arching, back bowing, every muscle locked tight while the thick, musky air poured into her lungs and straight to her core. For long, helpless seconds she just shook, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused, completely overwhelmed by the sheer overwhelming presence of Fox McCloud’s hyper cock and balls and the intoxicating, dominant scent that filled every inch of the cockpit.

Fox watched the entire display with a low, satisfied grin, slowly stroking himself once more as he finally spoke.

“Damn, Krystal… you really are a size queen after all, huh?”