He guides your hips down, his pointed tip sliding easily into your folds. There is minimal resistance, and soon you are resting blissfully on his knot, your inner walls massaging the glorious length that has dominated you.
"Ohhhh, fox, it feels so... goood..." you moan. He just laughs and licks at your neck, reminding you just how much you are in his power. it sends a shiver through you, but it's all right. You're safe with your mate.
As he draws back, you whimper, your cunt contracting in an effort to keep that thickness from escaping. But then he thrusts back in and you sigh in contentment.
"That's right," he says. "Give yourself to me. Be my mate. Be my vixen."
"Yes," you whisper, shuddering at the thought of being the voluptuous female in the painting. "Make me -- like her..."
And he is! You don't notice at first, but with every thrust fur is spreading out from your throbbing flower; white fur, engulfing and smoothing out your pubic hair, spreading softly across your hips and up your belly. It's hard to distinguish from the waves of pleasure from being fucked, but when the white fur turns red and reaches around your butt, you definitely notice your tailbone lengthen and wiggle excitedly against the wall.
As his thrusts get more powerful, so does the transformation. You look down just in time to see lines of fur races up to your nipples, then explode across your breasts in a burst of pleasure that makes you yip and pant. Your todd nuzzles your new, softly-furred breasts. "Lovely. Just like my vixen should have."
Red fur races down your arms, turning black over your hands, which become ever more dexterous, sensitive pads forming on the inside, elegant little claws digging into your mate's hide. And up your neck, carrying your face forward and your ears up until you have a beautiful vulpine head, tongue lolling in helpless ecstasy.
"And -- hrrr -- when I knot you -- you'll be -- this vixen -- my vixen -- forever!" Your new, more powerful legs tighten around him at the thought, desperate to get that knot inside and seal your future.
Your ears twitch as the male bulb finally goes in with an audible pop, your vagina immediately locking around its prize. Both of you scream in animalistic release, your whole body rippling as it yields to the desire of the male, drinking in his essence as it claims you forever.
After several minutes you slide to the floor, the todd now atop you, looking down with triumphant, mischievous eyes.
"You belong to me now," he affirmed. "My mate, to tend my house, slake my lust, and bear my kits."
"Wonderful," you murr, nuzzling under his chin. "I'll always be ready for your lust and your kits, and will do... anything... to repay you for showing me where I truly belong."
"Good girl." He licks your head lovingly, and strokes his hands over your tits. "You'll always be happy under me, I promise."
"Yes..." you say, dreaming of all the ways you can be under him, his powerful muscular form breeding you with the promised kits, year after year, his cock always returning to its new home inside of you.