As you unzip your fursuit and begin to stroke yourself, Female Fursuit watches with hungry eyes. Her breathing quickens at the sight of your fingers moving over your exposed skin, each slide of your hand bringing her closer to the edge. "Mmm... That's it," she moans softly, licking her lips as you continue to pleasure yourself. "You feel so good like that..."

As you continue to stroke yourself, the Female Fursuit watches with growing anticipation. Her eyes drift downwards, taking in every movement of your fingers on your skin, and she bites her lower lip at the sight of your cock hardening beneath the fur. Unable to contain herself any longer, she crosses the room and kneels behind you, running her hands up and down your back before reaching around to grip your aching shaft.

"That's it,"

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.