You straighten, and find yourself licking the blood from your claws and teeth. The taste is a bit sharper than you remember, but you aren't doing it for the taste -- just grooming. You also realise you are grinning at the expression on Todd's face as he falls to his knees and clutches at his shoulder. But, remembering your own painful transformation you take a moment to reassure them.
"Sorry for the violence, but it'll be worth it, I promise. Here, maybe I can help ease the change..."
You squat beside Astrid, who had fallen onto her hands and knees, saliva dripping from her panting mouth. You lay your hand on her back, gentle now, and run your fingers along the scratches you made. They have already scarred over, and at your touch they disappear completely under rows of new, orange fur.
"There now... feel that? Soft, silky fur... you're going to be a beautiful vixen..."
Astrid moans as you stroke her, the sensation increasingly pleasurable as the soft, lush pelt overspreads her back. She shudders, arching against your hand, bones popping as her muzzle and tail began to push out -- the odour of a male reaching her more sensitive nose, triggering instincts deep inside of her.
This... can't... be right... she thinks, even as her body responds ever more eagerly to your touch... and your scent. She clenches her legs, feeling the heat of the change pooling in her nethers, her tunnel growing increasingly moist as blurred phallic imagery prowls around the borders of her mind. Can't... give in...
But your touch feels too good, and she can't stop herself enjoying it. And as she lifts her head, cracking open her eyes for a peek at you, she sees not a monster, but a potential mate -- boldly furred, confidently smiling... and with a pleasingly large sheath and sac. She moans again, wiggling the stub of her nascent tail in delight as the vixen's submissive needs take root in her.
"A-ah-Astrid!" Todd is still clutching at his shoulder, his other hand weakly reaching towards the two of you. He's starting to sweat with the onset of transformation as well. "You -- yurrrrrr..." He collapses onto his side, hugging himself.
"Didn't you say to let nature take it's course?" you ask, the mischief shining in your eyes. "Don't fight it now, Todd. You want to be a real todd for this luscious vixen, don't you? Or maybe..."
Turning back to Astrid, you lick your lips in approval as her breasts swell out from a modest B to a generous D, and more begin to grow in behind them; six more, smaller, but each just as round and ripe. You reach your other hand beneath her, just barely brushing your pads across one phalanx of nipples, drawing a needy yip from the vixen-to-be.
"Oh! oh! oh! a-ah! Oh my God, f-fox..." Her waist widens a bit, her butt and thighs filling out to match her bust as you run your upper hand over them, her growing tail waving in excitement,. "Yess-sss... ch-change me... make me... bigger... sexier..." She's wriggling, her breasts bouncing even as they swell further into your lower hand, her body unable to tell which touch feels better.
"Or maybe," you continue to Todd over your shoulder, "I'd make a better mate for her." You wink at his contorted expression, as he fights an inner battle of jealousy, pain, and growing arousal. Then, giving the vixen's third tit an encouraging squeeze as it reaches B cup, you lean in to whisper into her much fluffier, much pointier ear.
"Doesn't that feel good?"
"Y-y-y-yeee-iii-ii..." Astrid has just about given up the fight. The pain has vanished completely under your loving ministrations, and all she can think about is being mounted: a dominant masculine weight atop her and a hard knotted shaft inside her, to fill her and fuck her until she's completely a vixen in mind and body. The only question is whether to give in to the male fox already present, or try to hold on and hope that Todd can reclaim her once he's done changing.
"L-leave her alone!" You flick your ears, annoyed and amused at Todd. Giving Astrid one last caress, you stand and turn to look down on the male. He's now on his back, again clutching at his shoulder as he twitches, trying to suppress the change. Without much luck; rust-red fur has spread down his arm, up his neck and over his upper face; and white across his inner torso, neck and chin.
"Aw, are you feeling left out?" you tease. Your beautiful red cock is at full erection after drinking in Astrid's progress towards vixenhood -- and on full display to Todd's eyes in the moonlight. You cradle it with your hand, riveting his gaze there as you gently stroke out a bead of glistening precum.
"Maybe you'd like a little attention too, hm? Ahh..." You run your tongue over your lips again, shuddering in the delicious sense of power; the moon intoxicating on your fur, in your blood; the two former humans helpless changing from your touch to suit your fancy.
"Or maybe you'd rather I put this beautiful organ to use? Would you like a close-up lesson on how foxes enjoy nature?"
You squeeze your cock, drawing a growl from your lips. It's an inch or so longer at least, and at the base, your canid knot is starting to show above your plump balls. Todd stares at it as if hypnotised, fearful and yet drawn, his own hand straying down to his half-flaccid penis as incoherent whimpers spill form his throat.
"I mean, if you don't want to be a todd, I'd be happy to take your place..."
You look back at Astrid, and catch her too looking hungrily at the hot, pointed flesh in your hand. You squeeze it again, pumping out more pre and an even lustier growl.