"What's your hurry?" demanded Janice. "You just got here! Aren't you at all curious what I've been doing since you last saw me?"
"I think it's pretty obvious," you reply, blushing, trying not to look at the male fox's crotch.
"Oh really?" she put her hands on her hips, looking equal parts amused and angry. "You seem awfully certain about what it means to be a part of Prince Karther's harem. I suppose you think we're all just mindless fucktoys?"
"Well, uh..." Honestly, that is kind of what you'd been thinking; but now that you were put on the spot you weren't sure how to answer the vixen, whose tirade only seemed to make her sexier.
"And what's wrong with being a girl? You ask what happened to me. Well, a couple of years ago I was looking at furry porn -- don't look like that, I know you're secretly a furry too -- and suddenly I found myself here. Master saw something in my that nobody else did, and offered me the life I deserved."
"As a slut!?" you blurted, then covered your mouth. "S-sorry, Jake..."
The vixen rolled her eyes. "Is that really such a bad thing? What is a 'slut?' Yes, His Highness fucks me a lot. And when he's busy, we girls play with each other. Is that bad? Is there something wrong with having fun?"
You stand there, tongue-tied.
"And there's more to it than that, you know," Karther joins in. "You would have free run of the palace and all it has to offer. Books, games -- yes, electronic games too, and other media -- gardens, sumptuous food; all the pleasures of paradise. And all I ask in return is that you give me pleasure when I desire it."
You blink at him. "Why... why would you just... give me all that?"
"Because Janice asked me. She is a great soul, and I would do much to please her. She said you were her friend, and were miserable with your life."
"And I wanted you to stop hating yourself for your furry fetish," she chimed in softly. "Think about it, Tom. Look around. Nobody's going to judge you here -- we're all sexy foxes, and proud of it."
That's what I'm afraid of, you think, as you glance around. The other vixens are all regarding you as well, although none have spoken yet. Some seem amused, others irritated, others just curious. Part of you -- a part that you've been denying for years -- does find them arousing. Or, admit it -- you'd love to strip off their leathern lingerie and fondle those furry boobs.
Maybe, deep down, you really wouldn't mind having some furry boobs of your own. And that red, pointed rod that the Prince is sporting looks awfully... enticing...
But that just makes the rest of you more scared. All your life you've been desperate to be "normal." To be seen as a strong, in-control man. Even though you've never been very happy, and never had a close friend since Jake vanished, you've at least kept up a good pretense. Can you really submit to this, this fox, and let him turn you into a horny pleasure-slave. even if it makes you happy?