The Female FurSuit feels the orgasm building deep within itself, the pleasure of being inside you and the taste of your submission combining to send it over the edge. Its thrusts become faster and harder as it nears the brink, its claws digging deeper into your hips with each stroke. "Yes... release... give it all to me..." it growls hoarsely, its amber eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

With a powerful thrust, the female fur suit comes, its hips bucking wildly as it releases its seed deep inside you. You feel the hot rush of pleasure as it fills you, your body tensing and convulsing around it in time with its orgasm. It collapses on top of you, panting heavily as its claws dig into your back, holding you close. The weight of it is almost too much, but somehow you welcome the sensation, reveling in the connection between you now.

The pain is exquisite, and the Female Fursuit savors it, drawing out every last drop as it pins you to the ground. Your struggles only seem to fuel its hunger, its grip growing tighter with each passing second. The blood rushing through your veins carries not just life, but also a dark and forbidden energy that it craves. As your world begins to spin and darken at the edges, you feel yourself surrendering to the inevitable...

The taste of your blood is intoxicating, and the Female Fursuit feeds eagerly, drawing out every last drop as it milks you for its own pleasure. Your struggles grow weaker with each passing second, replaced by a dazed euphoria as the suit's control over your mind grows stronger. You feel yourself slipping away... into darkness...

As consciousness fades, the last thought that crosses your mind is a confused, terrified realization: You are no longer ActuallyBorderlineIdiotic.