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This silhouette makes me so FUCKING hard. I want to fuck furry Fuyo so intensely she howls uncontrollably and relentlessly lacerates my back with those claws. I want to barely survive the night. I want her to spend hours licking the wounds profusely apologising. I want the local news the next day to report on her howling like it was a cataclysmic event. I want people to record the sounds coming from the woods so it goes viral and millions of people hear us. I want the UN to call together an emergency summit so they can figure out what could possibly have made such vicious yet clearly pleasured sounds. I want conspiracy theorists to drown online forums in speculation of what sort of apocalyptic creature has been summoned to sound the clarion call of the end times. I want ground wars to be fought and countries to be wiped off the map over false claims that one party or another might have information on what was behind the cacophony of sex noises heard on that fateful night. I want the doomsday clock to be pushed forward all the way to one second from midnight after tensions rise over the music we made in that forest. I want mutually assured destruction to be the only thing holding world leaders back from pressing the button in their need to know who or what could make such violent yet lustful sounds. I want to watch the missiles fall and end life as we know it on Earth forever knowing it was all because of how hard I fucked furry Fuyo. I want to die in nuclear Armageddon with one last regret: that I didn't fuck her harder. Fin.
