You choose a random door, hoping to hide unnoticed here. The fact that the smell of your mate -- no, the creature -- is stronger here doesn't really register with you, since your mind is still struggling against your instincts.
You quickly open it, slide inside, and close it again. You see it has a keyhole, but you of course have no key, so you will just have to trust to luck.
You turn just as lightning illuminates the room, following by a loud boom of thunder. Your fur stands on end, but not because of the sound. You're standing in an opulent bedroom, and suddenly the meaning of the heavy male scent here washes over you, colder than the rain outside.
This is HIS room.
An old-fashioned king-size bed sits in the middle against the far wall, complete with canpoy and silk curtains. It is flanked by broad windows, with low tables under them set with candelabra and a few books. There is a large wardrobe to your left, and a door into another room; several bookshelves and a fireplace against the right wall. Immediately to your left is a stand holding a wash-basin. The wooden floor is covered by a deep carpet -- fully saturated with dominant musk.
You step further in, head swimming with his odour. You feel so warm. Not hot, as with arousal, just... warm. Almost... safe, like you're at home. Since this is your mate's room, it's destined to be your room, too.
"No." You try to sound forceful, but end up whimpering the word. "I don't... I don't want this..."
"Why not?"
You jump at the voice of the todd behind you, then stumble forward. You catch yourself on a bed post, and cling to it desperately. Maybe I could... jump out a window.
"Do we really have to do this again?" You hear his paws thump softly on the carpet. "Did I not win?"
"You... you tricked me," you whisper, not willing to turn around. He barks in amusement.
"I'm a fox! And why is it wrong for me to turn you into a vixen? Weren't you going to do that to me?"
You feel him coming closer, slowly, taking his time.
"That's what you said would happen!"
"And that's what would have happened, had you been strong enough to take me. I didn't lie..." Suddenly your skin shudders as his hands close around your waist, and run down the wide curves to your hips. His hot breath tickles your ear, making it twitch. "...Little vixen."
"No!" Suddenly you turn and ram your shoulder into him. Although he is still larger than you, the unexpected attack knocks him back several steps with a yelp of surprise. You glare at him, rubbing your shoulder, as the room lights up and thunder explodes around you.
"I'm not -- I never wanted to be a fox, male or female!"
You see him roll his eyes, his pupils eerily luminescent with some reflected light. "That's not..." He catches his breath, and you can hear his smirk. "Not what I remember when my cock was inside you."
You open your mouth, but find no words. He's brought back the memory of what it was like. How good it felt. And now he's before you again, tall and dark in the unlit room, his eyes glowing with commanding flame. And his powerful scent all around you. How can you possibly resist?
Why would you want to? He'd make the perfect father for your kits! You'd be foolish to through away this gorgeous specimen of foxhood over...
...Over... what was the issue again? You shake your head, trying to clear it of his overwhelming scent, as he begins to advance again...