As your mind dithers, your eyes are irresistibly drawn back to that exotic penis. Obviously Karther is proud of his manhood -- toddhood? -- and with good reason. It's well above average in length, maybe close to nine inches, and pleasingly thick, even at the pointed tip.
Jake -- Janice -- was certainly right. Ashamed as you would be to admit it, you had seen plenty of pictures of this kind of thing and spent no little time in fantasising about worshipping an anthro canid's dick. And... a royal kitsune... nobody was more deserving of worship, right?
It isn't until you take a step towards him that your mind is alerted to what your body is doing. You choke, realising your own modest rod is tight against your boxers, plainly on display for the smiling foxes to see just how much part of you likes their proposal.
No! You start to move your hand to cover your crotch, then realise the gesture is no less obvious than the erection. You whimper. I can't give in to him...
"There's no reason to resist," says Karther gently. He rests a hand on his cock, riveting your eyes there even though you want to look anywhere else. "We all smell your desire. We all see the need in your eyes. Come -- let me give you what you want."
"M-maybe..." You step forward again, stomach twisting. It looks soooo good... yet to actually go down on another male... Your own manhood is literally on the line. But, does that matter, compared to his manhood? "Maybe... I could have just a taste..."
"I can give you far more than that." Karther's thumb strokes over his length. A little precum dribbles from the tip. You hear one of the vixens catch her breath, turned on by the display... And you can't blame her. The scent of him -- strong, heady, male -- is starting to pierce even your human nose. "Isn't it time you listened to your desires?"
"Yes, Tommy," breathed Janice. Her smile is encouraging, but from the corner of your eye you saw her hand sneaking down into her panties. The knowledge of her master's power over you is obviously turning her on as well. "Taste him! Once you do, you'll... mmmf... understand..."
Once I taste him... Unconsciously you lick your lips, his scent so thick you feel like you're already tasting him. Once I taste him I won't be able to resist. I have to... I have to...
You have to have that shaft. "O-okay," you stutter, ashamed at your decision and yet feeling almost -- free? You totter forward a few steps then get gingerly to your knees before the Prince. You reach up, then stop, hesitant about touching another man's equipment. "M-may I?"
"You may," laughs Karther. "Show me your love, and I will show you mine." He squeezes his dick one last time, squirting some pre out onto your arms, then gets his hand out of your way. Your blush deepens, but you've come too far to be turned back.
Leaning forward, you cup his balls in one hand, marveling at their size and at the silkiness of his sac. Fit for a god. With the other you steady his cock. You lick your lips again, then reach out your tongue to the dripping slit at his head.
It is far, far better than you had imagined. He tasted sweet. Heavenly. Suddenly eager, you plunged forward, sucking on the shaft, desperate to get that taste in you. And as it passed your lips, electricity surged through you, making you feel light, as if you were literally floating on celestial clouds. You knew it was his power -- that he could do anything he wanted to you now that you had taken him in.
But that was fine. He could do whatever he wanted, so long as this nectar kept flowing into your mouth. In fact, it was more than fine -- as his essence filled you, your doubts were crowded out with all the ways you could pleasure this cock, to honour this awesome masculinity. For now, your fervent fingers would have to do, fondling and stroking over his ballsack and shaft, squeezing at a potent swelling near his sheath.
He laughs. "See? You love it." You feel a clawed hand rest on your head, but he does not try to force you further onto him, merely pets you with affection.
"Pledge yourself to me, and I can feed you forever upon my ambrosia. Kitsune are immortal, after all, and my seed will make you a kitsune... a luscious vixen, beloved by me, desired by all; your inner beauty displayed in fur and feminine grace for the world to admire, and for myself and your harem sisters to enjoy."
"Ohh, Master," huffed Janice. "You're so poetic! But it's -- nng -- true, Tommy -- you have nothing to lose, and so much to gain!"
At the moment, all you want to gain is his cum, and the ability to properly thank him for it. But you're so enraptured by his taste that it's hard to stop, Finally you muster enough self-control to pull your mouth away -- though your hands continue their service -- and gasp, "Yes! Your -- Your Highness -- I need -- I-I want -- I pledge myself! M-make me your vixen!"
"With pleasure, my dear. Just keep sucking, and - ah!" He had you at "sucking;" you're already back at work. Fondly he scratches behind your ears. "And your transformation will begin."
You feel the changes sweep through you, beginning with your face, which stretches into a long, foxy maw with limber tongue -- all the better to please your new master with. Your ears perk up, his scratching feeling ever better; while your hair turns softer and redder, cascading down your back as if racing your fur. Your shirt splits, the collar forming a spiked leather band of your own around your neck while the rest of it becomes an alluring leather bustier, showing off your burgeoning bosom.
Your flabby stomach tightens into a sleek, white-furred core, off-set by ripe, nubile hips in red. A long tail fluffs out behind you, wagging in joy. Your boxers merge into your pants, which shorten into a sexy bottom for your harem bikini. Your socks and shoes simply burst around your expanding paws, symbolising your new freedom.
For a second the leathern panties are tight against your dick. But, as if being pressed back by them, your incongruous manhood is pressed back and down into a proper clitoris, nestling back into your body. Your balls draw up and in, opening a soft, muscular passage to give excess to your fertile womb. Form now on, karther's is the only penis you'll need.
The heat and the electric tingling from the transformation don't diminish. Your whole body aches with the need to be touched; your new vixenhood, flush with arousal, burns to be filled. But you can't take your hands off of Karther's maleness to attend to yourself. He's just too... too... perfect.
Fortunately his pride in remaking you combined with your enthusiastic ministrations quickly bring you what you both want. You feel his balls clench in your hands, his penis shudder in your muzzle. It's all the warning you need to get yourself in position to take his white nectar on your tongue, eagerly swallowing it to seal your transformation and your place as his newest concubine.
Still, there's so much that it overflows your narrow snout, splashing down on your bosom. That's not a problem, you think hazily as you suckle and slurp to get the last drop and make sure your master's cock and balls are immaculate. More for later.
"Good job, my love," he compliments, making your heart swell with pride. "Let me help you up." Graciously he bends down a bit, taking your now-padded hands in his, and lifts you to your paws. You're taller than you were before, but still much shorter than him, your muzzle at his shoulders. He buries his nose in your hair, enjoying your scent for a bit, then tilts your head back for a kiss.
"Welcome, my concubine," he says after what seems like an eternity. The kiss was another whole layer of this cake you were eating. You didn't think anything could be better than sucking him off, but now your stomach AND your heart were fluttering, and your head spun with his different tastes and the contrast between his cock and his tongue, each powerful and dominant in their own way...
You find him turning you around. A mirror stands right across from you, showing you in your new glory: a drop-dead gorgeous vixen, attired as the others. Long auburn hair, vibrant red coat, offset by your shining white front, and golden eyes alight with wonder and a somewhat self-conscious pride. Your mate and master stands proud behind you, his hands lovingly fondling your breasts, your tail curling around his legs. His cock, still somewhat hard, rests against your lower back, his balls upon your ass.
"Tell us who you are," he encourages.
"I am Tamara," you say as the other vixens cheer, both for their master's conquest and for your own beautiful transformation. "Concubine of His Highness, Prince Karther."
"I'm so happy for you, Tammie," Janice says warmly, walking up and hugging you both. You can smell the female arousal on her -- obviously she worked herself to orgasm while you serviced your Prince -- but you don't mind. Except that it reminds you how anxious you are to lose your new female virginity...