You grit your teeth. Never mind how good he feels. Focus. You concentrate again on your penis, on your balls. On how hard you are. How much you want that vixen. How much you lust for her.
You won't let this fox take that away!
Growling almost like a fox yourself, you move your hands to his hips. Pressing forward from the wall, you redouble your efforts. And, as you set yourself to taking this fox, you feel it -- the heat around you is now within you. Your heat.
Your fire.
"Yes!"
Red swims in your vision, your blood blurring with his fur as the heat surges through you. You feel powerful, like you've never felt before. Almost without thinking you push off from the wall. Your weight is too much for the surprised fox creature to hold, and your feet touch the floor again.
"Oh my," he comments, still grinning but not as widely, and with an odd gleam in his eye. Almost as if he is proud of you. "Someone seems to be -- hrrrrr -- listening."
"Yeah. I think I -- hfff -- am enjoying myself."
Still, whatever is going through his mind, he hasn't given up. You sway back and forth, struggling to match him as his height seems to be giving him an advantage. You realise you need to get him on the floor if you have any hope of properly fucking him. You try, that masculine fire burning in your veins, but so far he keeps up with you. You perform an odd, but strangely graceful dance out to the centre of the room. Are -- are your legs getting longer?
Wait. Your tip no longer feels so round against his. You're slimming down to a pointed shaft of your own, and as you pay attention, you feel your skin pulling down around your penis into a sheath, an incipient knot beginning to bulge at your base.
Rather than alarm you, it drives your arousal higher. Wild, primal power is welling up inside you, pumping from your heart like a river of flame. "Yes!" you snarl again, feeling your teeth lengthening, sharpening, your human face giving way to a deadly fox muzzle. You grip him tighter.
"You'rrre mine, fox...!"
He licks across the bridge of your snout, unconcerned. "Rrrrgh, if I'm yourrrs -- than you are mine, too...!"
It isn't over yet. Although your heights have evened out, you're not quite used to your new paws, and your tail hasn't fully formed for balance. And you feel quite certain that if he gets you on the floor, under him, the game will be his. Your stomach quivers at the thought of defeat -- but not in a bad way. It's almost like you're seeing the world through the fox's eyes -- and why not? since yours too are now molten gold with slit pupils.
"Win" or "lose," you still get a mate. Being claimed by this todd would still mean you'd have strong pups. But you're not giving up -- you're still determined to see your pups in him -- once he becomes her.