The hard plastic cage covering your privates didn't let any sense of feeling through, but for some reason you tried to still tug on it even if you knew it was a hopeless endeavor.
Decided to design a new fursona because stoats (ermines) are me. That is, smol yet murderous and with a fashionable seasonal wardrobe. They still need a name. (Art by me, @SarielSnowings)