cute little abandoned fursuit that seems like it’s in really good condition for having just been left outside. you take it and get it all cleaned up and put it on and take some pictures, and it’s really nice.
the problem is when you go to take it off you can’t. the zipper is just gone and there isn’t a split between the head and the body anymore, and then the eyes flick closed, leaving you in darkness.
something wet squelches against your ear. wet, and warm.
it leaves a little trail of slime as it curls over the top of your ear and up your earlobe before pressing in. you try to yank the head off but the suit won’t even let you move your arms.
there’s another one on your other ear, wriggling and squirming into your ear canal before they both idly start to thrust in and out, each deep plunge coating your ear in whatever hot liquid they’re secreting.
there’s a firm pressure between your legs. another one, but wide, so wide it spreads your thighs as it grinds up into you before changing tactics and curling upward before dipping through your waistband. it teases your surprisingly needy hole for all too long before plunging in all at once, and when you whimper involuntarily, another one shoots down your mouth and into your throat so fast you can’t stop it.
there’s a different moan, and it takes you a minute to realize it’s the suit itself. you’re moving now, forced to walk as she crosses the house, going to your bedroom.
when she lays down on the bed, a seam splits open between her legs, and when she starts rubbing it you feel it like it’s your own, whining in tandem as your hips buck upwards together
you have no idea how long she keeps you there inside herself, trapped in the pitch black with her tendrils ravaging your ears, throat, and ass, but you both cum so many times you lose count, and she fills you every time until you eventually pass out
you wake up tucked into your bed with a lipstick mark on one cheek and a pawprint on your hand. the fursuit is nowhere to be seen