The Prince's question hangs in the air a moment. The vixens are still in awe, and need time to process the fact that a person now resides in their mate's cock. This gives you a little time to process your new situation.
Karther is well-endowed, so you are quite large for what you have become. Of course, you're still small compared to the people around you -- but, strangely, you feel large and powerful. It's just that everyone else is much larger. But, only in terms of size. Karther is quite obviously proud of you -- or his cock, at least -- and has firmly established his dominance over each of the females. You can feel their adoration almost as much as his confidence, and it's already messing with your head.
You are fully sentient. Apart from touch, all your senses still seem to be concentrated in your "head." You can smell Karther's musk -- your musk. It strikes you differently than before; where, as a human, you were repulsed (and possibly, deep down, attracted) by it, now you simply think it smells masculine. Like a smell you, as maleness, ought to possess. Then there's taste, which right now is awash with the precum dribbling from your altered mouth like drool. In fact in a sense you are drooling with hunger for the females before you. Only this fluid is slightly salty, slightly sweet, and slightly thicker than your old saliva.
You seem to be rather near-sighted, already having noticed that the harem vixens are somewhat blurry. But you can see all around you. Up and back at Karther's belly and distant muzzle; even straight along the underside of your shaft to your knot and folded up sheath, and your lower body -- Karther's balls -- hanging below between his thighs. A tiny shiver passes through you at this vision of what you've become, and you make an effort to push back the todd's feeling of pride in his assets.
This is made all the harder by your humiliation. To be reduced to a mere part of another person's body -- and such a shameful part! It's very tempting to just take refuge in the virile pride emanating from Karther. But you can't give in like that -- you're a human being, not a fox's cock!
You turn your attention back to the vixens. Janice stands in the centre of the group, and the others are looking at her expectantly. One of them murmurs something to her; but however you hear now, it's no sharper than your human ears were. But the others must hear it, because they laugh. Janice joins in, then nods.
"You're right," she answers the unheard comment, and steps forward. Her eyes are on you for a moment, and though your limited vision cannot quite make out her expression, you have the impression that her feelings are mixed. Then she genuflects and lifts her eyes to Karther.
"Please, master. Let me be the one to break in your new cock."
"Of course," he answers, pleased. "It's only right for you to have the honour."
She does not rise. Instead she drops to all fours, her face about level with you. As she approaches, the blurriness resolves -- and you have to admit it's one of the sexiest things you've ever seen. Her breasts swaying beneath her; her tail waving behind her. Her expression certainly isn't mixed now -- it's filled with an undisguised hunger.
She pulls herself up on Karther's hips. Her nose is nearly touching your tip. Part of you is actually intimidated, looking at the big muzzle full of sharp teeth, backed by the slit pupils of a predator. You know what's about to happen -- that hungry mouth is about to swallow you. And another part of you is very much looking forward to it...
...Which also scares you.
"Hey there, naughty boy," she greets you, voice dripping with lust. She might be trying to sound angry, but she just sounds playful. She sets a hand on you, making you tremble. "This isn't how I wanted our reunion to turn out -- but, you brought this on yourself. All I can do now is help you enjoy our lord's mercy..." She nuzzles along your shaft and into the hollow between your knot and balls. "...And make you appreciate your good fortune."
"Stop talking to my cock, Janice," Karther chided with a laugh, "and start licking it!"
This isn't exactly how you'd thought your first blow job would go either -- as someone else's cock inside your best friend's mouth. But the touch of her hot breath has driven all resistance from you. For the moment, you're just a hard, hot phallus; and heavy balls overfull and needing release into something warm and wet.
And Janice's muzzle does very nicely. She's obviously a pro, and even though you're on a hair trigger from the pleasure and tension left from the transformation she manages to draw the blow job out for several minutes. And Karther certainly has no will to hold back, gently thrusting you into Janice's muzzle until she finally slides down to your knot.
You will remember this moment in your dreams for years to come. The combination of her gums pressing on your thick bulb, your length bathing in her saliva while her tongue presses you towards her palate; her supple throat squeezing your head: it really is like a trigger is pulled. Your lower body draws tight, a flood rushes through your ducts, and you swell still further in her muzzle -- and pump. Pumping the hot liquid out of your mouth, your nerves exploding with each pulse.
And if the taste of Karther's pre surprised you, his cum is something else again. It's tangy, sweet and sour and a bit salty. Intense enough to add to the already mind-blowing pleasure of being the epicentre of his orgasm.
You'd lick your lips, if you had tongue or lips of your own. As it is you can only sigh quietly as the last dribbles are sucked from your slit by a greedy Janice. Needing to breathe, she's let go of your knot, but you're still mostly inside her snout. And that is when you feel... her, her presence; stronger even than Karther's.
Ja... Janice? you wobble mentally, still shaken from being... from experiencing... ...Oh God... You try to blot out what you've just done, clinging desperately to the sense of Janice around you.
-Oh my...- Her voice echoes around you, and she stops suckling. Tommy? Are you really there?-
-Yes.- It is Karther who answers. He sounds amused -- and not winded at all by his eruption. -When you have his shaft inside you, you can connect to his mind. And I promise I'll let the two of you chat later -- I believe Thomas owes you something. But for right now...-
"I'm afraid that will have to be it," he finishes aloud, with a touch of regret. "I do have court to hold." He pets Janice's head a bit, then helps her to her feet, giving her a quick hug. She hugs back -- then slyly reaches down to squeeze his balls -- your balls -- pulling you out of the daze you'd fallen into. With a start you realise that your mind is following the nature of your new body -- with your need satisfied, you are "falling asleep," sliding back into your sheath to await...
You try not to think about it.
Meanwhile, Karther laughs at her play and releases her. He walks into the group of other girls, exchanging caresses and soft words. A few of them also touch you with finger or tail. You're not sure if it's just sluts fawning on their male, or if they're deliberately teasing you; but it does keep you half-erect.
However, Karther was not joking, and soon he steps away. "I'll see you later, ladies. Janice is the one who shall warm my bed tonight -- she has unfinished business with my cock." As the vixens giggle, Karther snaps his fingers, summoning a loincloth of rich purple trimmed with silver to match his cape. It completely shrouds your vision and immerses you in a swelter of your own heat and musk.
-Go to sleep.- You hear his condescending voice resound in your mind. -You'll know when I want you again.-
As much as you hate to do what he says, you see no point in struggling to stay awake. At least sleep will blot out the horror of your situation... you hope.
Your dreams are... odd. You do not really recall them, but they are not comforting, nor yet really frightening.