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You obediently follow your new master, your heart racing as you take in the sensations of your new body. Your hips sway with every step while your perky tits bounce and weigh down your chest. Upon glancing down, you're still not used to the sight of glossy white fur coating the entirety of your body. A thin, red gown is the only thing covering your supple, feminine curves.  Your fluffy ears fold down in embarrassment as you grab the hem of your skirt. It’s still hard to believe how much life changed in such a short period of time.

You feel your new ears twitch and move to catch sounds you would have never noticed in the past. Your puff-ball of a tail flicks back and forth with a mind of its own.

After being sold into slavery to pay your family's debts, you didn't think life would ever be okay again, especially after they turned you into a rabbit girl and resold you. However, you have heard rumors that the man who bought you is kind. Your accommodations and food have been first-rate for the two days you've been living with him.

As you enter the master bedroom, you shift from foot to foot, trying to ignore the red-hot throbbing between your legs. Apparently, rabbit girls were almost always in heat when they weren't pregnant. Despite never having felt the sensation of having your new pussy penetrated, a nagging thought in your mind urges you to fill it. Did all rabbit girls have to deal with such inconveniences?

"Miss Laila... I want you to know that I had nothing to do with the decision for you to be made into a breeding rabbit. Now that you're in this body, this is who you will be for the rest of your life," your master tells you with great sympathy.  Your master is covered with fur and resembles a red fox.  Facts that you find appealing for some reason.

"Y-- Yes, I understand," you meekly reply, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Many like you are treated like livestock that exist as nothing more than baby-making incubators. I hope it is clear by now that I intend to treat you as a woman," he continues, placing a hand on your cheek. "You will not have to suffer through that feeling of great need that builds between your legs, and you will always be clothed and fed."

Upon hearing your master's words, your eyes widen, and your heart skips a beat. Would master really help you with your estrus pains? A part of you feels like you're betraying your male pride, but you also realize you will never be male again. You will always be a horny rabbit girl, and as a horny rabbit girl, you lucked out with a kind master.

"Th-- thank you, master. You are far too kind," you reply. Your eyes lock onto the bulge in his pants. A primal urge erupts within you, screaming at you to accept your master's throbbing manhood. What would it feel like to be penetrated? What would it be like to have multiple orgasms? You feel simultaneously aroused and ashamed of your musings.

"I am going to let you control our pace tonight," master replies. He begins to strip in front of you immediately after.

Your eyes remain transfixed upon your master as his clothes slip away. You quickly notice how muscular he is, with well-defined abs and thick arms. Your nipples harden, adrenaline surging through your body as you start to visualize master pinning you on your knees and forcing himself into you. You know you shouldn't feel this way toward a man, but your rabbit instincts are too powerful to resist.

Once master's shorts slip off, his half-mast erection springs free. Master's masculine musk hits your nostrils, causing a shiver to go through your spine while a warm tingle permeates your feminine flower. You feel a hot dampness between your legs and realize it's another symptom of female arousal. What would it feel like to be pregnant? Would your breasts get more sensitive? You remember hearing that rabbit girls generally had it easy when it came to birthing, frequently finding the experience pleasurable.

"I'm going to lay on my bed right here," your master says in a low voice, lying on his back as he puts his hands behind his head.  His tail sticks out from under him slowly swishing back and forth.  He then flashes you a fang-filled grin. "What are your instincts telling you to do?"

Your instincts? If you let them take complete control, you would be naked and attempting to mount your master by this point. "I think I should take this off," you coyly respond, reaching down with trembling hands as you pull the nightgown off your body. As the garment falls to the ground, the cool bedroom air caresses your curvaceous body. What would master think of your nude form?

Your ears fold against your head as you grip your wrist. "Do you find me attractive, master?"

Your master grins and gestures to his turgid erection. "I assure you I'm not a hard man to read. I want you to let your instincts lead you."

Your cheeks flush bright crimson upon seeing your master's fully erect cock. You guess it to be at least eight inches long and quite girthy. It dawns upon you that this is the throbbing penis that will soon be pushing your insides apart. You feel intimidated but also excited. What would it be like to have sex as a woman? To live as a woman? "Yes, I understand," you finally reply as you approach the bed.

You crawl onto the sheets, moving on your hands and knees. You can't help but blush in embarrassment as your perky tits bounce beneath you. Your hips move with a noticeable sway that you can do nothing to stop. How long would it take to adjust to this body?

You snap back to reality, seeing your master's erection a couple of feet away. The musk is more intense now, causing your loins to twitch and writhe with sexual need. You briefly recall sexual experiences you shared with women in the past. The idea of breeding with a woman suddenly seems off-putting. Master is strong enough to lift you and position your body. He could also fill the burning emptiness that tormented your new sex. Master could impregnate you and take care of you. You feel obligated to cling to any remaining shred of masculinity, but your new womanly obligations supersede all else.

Without thinking, you lean in and press your tongue against his cock. The salty, musky flavor assaults your senses, causing you to break out into goosebumps. As master gasps and jerks his hips slightly, you feel a swelling of great pride. Despite being a rabbit girl slave, you now feel a sense of control. Your free hand brushes over master's scrotum, gently fondling his testicles and giving a slight squeeze. You use your previous experiences with receiving head to guide yourself. You fully take his manhood into your mouth, gently sucking and flicking your tongue over the tip.

You grow more eager, an unyielding pang of excitement exploding within you. If you make your master cum, he will be extra pleased with you. Right? You wish sucking cock didn't come so quickly to you, but you are also relieved on some level. Life will be easier from now on if you can accept being a heterosexual rabbit girl.

"You-- you are quite skilled," your master purrs letting out a low moan.

You can tell how much he appreciates your effort in pleasuring him.

"Slow down a little. You can touch yourself too if you want to," your master says between hot breaths.

Your tail wildly swishes upon receiving permission to touch yourself. "Y-- Yes, master," you purr, continuing to lick and suck your master while you move a free hand between your legs. You push your dainty fingers through the moist folds, squealing in delight as you marvel at how sensitive your new genitalia is. You quickly find the source of your aching and push your trembling fingertip in slow circles. "MM--ahhhh!" You gasp as a pleasurable jolt shoots through your clit and washes through your pelvis. You have never felt this aroused before. The combination of sucking off your soon-to-be mate and masturbation is almost too much for you to bear. Your first night of intimacy as a woman had just barely started, and you have already felt such blissful sensations. It's not enough, though. While you're quickly finding clitoral stimulation to be quite sublime, you still yearn for more.

"Stop. Enough of that," your master gently states, placing a hand on your head as he gently scratches one of your sensitive ears.

You immediately stop and shiver when master's hand strokes your ear. His touch is gentle, and you can't help but hope he'll soon be stroking more than that. You pull away from his cock and momentarily stare at it longingly before sitting up to your knees. "Is something wrong, master?"

"I want you to follow your instincts fully. Ask yourself if you are truly listening to your heart's desire and then continue," master calmly replies.

You pause, unable to take your eyes off your master's twitching shaft. He's right. You don't need him to spell it out for you any clearer. You adjust yourself and straddle your master's hips, the top of your vulva only a couple of inches below his testicles. "I-- I will give into my instincts, master," you purr. This is your life now. Fighting your inner desires sounded like a cold and lonely existence, and doing so certainly wouldn't change you back into a man.

You hesitate, taking a few deep breaths as you mentally prepare yourself. If you do this, you will forfeit all claim to having straight male pride. Who are you trying to kid, though? You know deep down that you will immensely enjoy your new lifestyle.

All the while, your master flashes you a grin and patiently waits. "I'm going to guess your instincts are telling you to take responsibility for what you've done to me."

You can't say that he's wrong. You lift your hips and spread your legs, positioning yourself above your master. You slide a hand down and grip the base of his cock, adjusting it as you position and lower yourself. You can't believe you're actually doing this. Your heart flutters, your breath rate picking up as you feel the penis head slip past your steamy labia and into your vagina. "Mm-- ahhh..." You moan as the tip slides in. You already feel tight after the first inch and can hardly contain your excitement. You lower another few inches and continue before  your vaginal muscles suddenly spasm. These sensations are both alien to you and utterly blissful. You haven't orgasmed yet, but you can feel a deep tension building within your body's core. This mounting sensation of pure euphoria will undoubtedly lead to something truly incredible.

"Ahh... You feel-- so incredible, Laila," your master moans, closing his eyes tight as he places his hands on your hips.

You feel your master's cock will somehow tear you, but it isn't a painful tightness. After his dick pushes up to your cervix, you feel a sense of primal fulfillment. The feminine voice within you smothers out the remaining embers of masculinity and urges you to embrace womanhood. If you give in and let your master fill you, there will be many more nights just like this.

"M-- Master, I... I have never felt anything like this before," you moan as you slowly move your hips up and down. Each time his throbbing members fills you to the limit, an increasingly pleasurable burst pulses through your pussy. Your nipples throb in unison with your pussy, each orgasm growing more pleasing than the last while causing you to let out lustful purrs and mews.

"I will breed with you just like this every day. Next time, I will gladly pin you on your knees. Multiple times a day if you desire," your master teases before letting out another moan, his penis twitching within you.

The thought of spending every day like this makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. You can't deny that sexual pleasure in this body feels much better than before. You instinctively push your hips against your mate, perfectly matching his rhythm as your bodies perfectly align. You could actually get used to this. The thought of cuddling up to your master and falling asleep after a night of fucking made you way happier than you would have expected. You pick up the pace and give in to your need to accept your master's seed.

"Just don't make any promises you can't keep," you let out a small huff. You feel your climax coming as your pussy muscles tighten, eagerly massaging your mate's erect pillar. As his penis slides all the way in, a massive, all-consuming orgasm erupts from your vaginal and washes through your lower body. Your legs tighten around him in anticipation of what comes next.

"Fuck yes..." Your master loudly moans, gripping your hips as he pushes his hips upward.

You squeal with delight when you feel your master's semen spurt into you. Your instincts tell you that you've done so well. You bred with a perfect male specimen and would hopefully bear his child. As a reward, you have been given a taste of pure heaven. The orgasmic waves radiate outward from your full, feminine sex, providing a convincing argument for why you should have more nights just like this. "Ooooh!" You moan, grinding your hips against your master.

What would it feel like to produce milk? To give birth? Would your master really pin you on your knees as he promised? You feel lucky to have won the rabbit slave girl lottery.

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