Your mind is conflicted. After a few moments of thought she jabs at you again with her penis. The shock finally pushes you overboard and allows your female side reign over your body. "I want to be with you, let me present myself properly so we may do this in a more comfortable way."
"I knew you'd come around. Don't worry about it, I'm an excellent male." She says as she gets off you. The moment of truth. You walk forward a bit, shaking off the foliage that got on your underbelly while lying on the grass with a very large very male fox-squirrel on top. You turn your head, mimicking what she did in the den. You lower your front downward, locking your back legs firmly on the ground. You raise your tail, still twitching nervously every now and then high in the air so that your mate may see her conquest to be with ease. You can tell he is aroused by this very much and you can hear the panting as he stares at your new folds.
He approaches with an animal grace and guides himself in place with ease. Your mate once again lowers her head down to you to whisper in your ear,"I won't hold you down this time my love," he says sensually as he once again nibbles on your ear. Slowly his rod once again pecks at your now aching sex. You WANT him in you so much that words cannot describe it. He seems to telepathically oblige and begins by thrusting deep. A shock wave of pleasure unlike anything before shoots through your female form. You can't help but moan loudly. Your mate begins to thrust in and out of you. Filling you beyond full as you begin to feel a slight pain accenting the pleasure but it is hardly enough to cause you any distress. Your newly feminine mind is ecstatically joyful of your current actions and the pleasure you are feeling is evidence of that. Your lover thrusts deeper and deeper into you. Your bodies are entwined almost rhythmically as the song builds and builds higher and higher. You begin to push back on your mates thrusts. Wanting, needing, loving. The noises you make stretch to all corners of the forest. This is the rest of your life and you're perfectly happy with that. Your mate begins to increase her speed and soon begins to strain herself. She definitely didn't just want this for herself. She wanted you to be happy to. The climax continues to build, your furry bodies rubbing one another faster and faster. She speeds up even more, grunts start to come from your mate and you brace for what is sure to come soon. An eruption of pleasure and sperm comes forth from your mates tool, the two of you let out one final cry of joy as she gets pulls out of you as your sex fills to the brim with her semen. You don't let her go that easily and press back against the tool to take up the rest to ensure conception. "I...hoped...I hoped you'd enjoy it," she says between breaths.
Shortly afterward the two of you are cleaning one another. At first licking off the excess sperm from her tool disturbed you but not for long at the pleasure from her licking your opening easily made up for just about anything. "This is my life," you muse to yourself as you lay in that bed of grass where you made love to just a few minutes ago. I'm not even going to let the wizard change me back if I don't get pregnant. We'll do it again if we have to. You moan again as your mate takes another lick of your sex. "Yeah, this is the life."