The power of your first female orgasm and the sensation of being filled for the first time sent you into a fugue state, and you slowly collapse over the fox man, laying your head on his chest as your arms simply slide outward from exhaustion. You pant softly as the afterglow washes through you... you feel so safe, warm, and happy lying there on top of the fox... and on top of that you feel so _relieved_, having finally let go of your resistance to become his bitch. That's right... you're his bitch. Even in the back of your mind you can't deny it--you just mounted him, fucked him, and took load after load of his cum. His massive cock is still... inside you... throbbing with every heartbeat. You're just a little bitch...
"little bitch...", you moan softly between slowing breaths, mind swirling in pleasure and confusion, "I'm your little bitch..."
He chuckles as he slides his hands around your waist, then pats your widened ass in appreciation. "Good girl," he rasps directly into your ear, "You've got a great pussy now, and you're well on your way to becoming a vixen. Now it's just a matter of time..." With that, he begins to stroke your back lightly with one large, padded hand while he fondles your ass roughly with the other. It feels so good just laying there on top of him, and for a moment you bask in the pleasure of being simultaneously comforted and groped by your new master.
The feeling of your master's hands calms you, slowing your breathing and lifting the fog over your mind. Slowly but surely the suppressed part of your mind starts to claw its way back and your heartbeats quicken in anxious fear. Groans of confusion begin to leave your lips, and you begin to feel a tingle, then an intense soreness in your nether regions. Bit by bit the discomfort displaces your lust and you begin to come to terms with your current situation.
What's happening to you? How's he doing this? Oh god... he's still deep inside you!
"Fuck!" you blurt out sharply, quickly pulling your arms back and starting to get up, breaking away from his grip."What have you done to me?!" For a brief moment you pause as you look at his face, a face your mind subconsciously recognizes as "master", locking eyes with him. His golden eyes start to put you in a trance and push you back towards submission, and for a moment you backslide, cooing softly before you manage to bashfully break away from his gaze. As the afterglow finishes fading away, you're left with a painful feeling of overstimulation in your pussy as your master's thick rod continues to throb lightly inside you. Unfamiliar with your changing body, you clumsily try to pull your hips away as you shift your weight onto your knees, readying yourself to pull him out.
"OOOooooooghhh", you whimper in pleasure and pain, slowly relaxing your pussy just enough to pop over his knot and pull back. With growing insistence you begin to pull your new womanhood off of him. Each time you slide him out a bit your body jerks reflexively in pleasure and overstimulation, eliciting tiny gasps of "Anh! Mmm!" between each movement. Increasingly concerned and sensitive, you turn your gaze towards your pussy to watch the rest of the process happen. His cock is so thick and powerful, seemingly twice the width of yours, and despite not even being fully out yet the length is remarkable. The bitch inside you loves what she's seeing, and you smile slightly while you watch your labia tighten and throb once again releasing more wetness, lubricating your master's cock and helping you pull it the rest of the way out. With a loud squelch you watch his proud head emerge from you, gripped tightly by your hungry pussy lips until the very last moment, closing behind his meat as you finally break free.
With the last of your strength you roll your trembling body off of him and onto your back, your hands settling onto your belly as your back settles against the cool tile floor. You delicately slide your hands over your slightly swollen belly, stretched and taught from the massive size of the fox man's load, emanating warmth through your skin. A mixture of curiosity and fear causes you to keep going downward, and your delicate fingers quickly find their way through your strangely soft pubic hair to an incredibly sensitive and sore spot between your legs--your clit.
"Nooo..." you moan deliriously as your mind finally has some time to recover, "You tricked me..."