“My genitals."
You release held breath. It is sort of a relief, after what you'd been threatened with... though you still blush at this admission, as though you wanted to become his cock.
Maybe because... looking at that proud red member... you do.
Regardless, you manage a protest. "You can't be serious!" You look over at Janice, not sure if this is her doing; but a bit more willing to beg of your old friend than this arrogant fox. "Janice, is that what you said to him!? Can't you --"
"I'm just a stupid whore, remember?" she answers tartly, eyes teary and smouldering still. "What do you expect me to do? Be grateful the Prince is giving you such an honour. People would kill to be his beautiful flesh -- if they had any sense."
"You --"
Before you could finish that sentence, Karther snapped his fingers and your whole world went dark. You knew what had happened… you had been turned into part of the cocky fox. But something wasn’t right… you were male and were familiar with the shape of a penis. But your body didn’t feel like that at all. No, instead it felt bunched up and tight. And that smell… it was completely overwhelming you. And it was a smell that you were not at all happy to be smelling now… the smell of ass. Prince Karther couldn’t have… right?
Suddenly, muffled voices echo out from somewhere around you.
“Yes, he’s tucked away in my sheath now, reduced to my royal cock and balls. I will allow you to get to know his new form soon, my dear.”
“Oh, thank you so much for sparing him. I’m sure he’ll learn to love his new role!”
“Of course, my lovely vixen.”
Your non-existent heart dropped. How could this have happened? You were supposed to be his dick, not his puckered up anus! You mentally cried out in desperation, trying to get Karther’s attention.
“Help me! I think I became your asshole instead of your dick!”
Suddenly, an unspoken response echoed back in your mind in the voice of your new owner.
“Silence, you worthless shithole. A filthy pucker has no right to speak to royalty. I couldn’t let my lovely Janice get upset, so I simply made up a story to keep her happy. You, on the other hand, will spend the rest of your worthless existence spewing up my shit. I will sever this mental link and you will be trapped in your new body, forever aware of what you are and with the rest of eternity to regret ever opposing me. Such a shame all your senses are still functioning perfectly fine. Enjoy immortality, asshole.”
Suddenly, the voice of the Prince went silent and you felt a great force shake your world. You split wide open as a massive burst of flatulent air echoes out with a familiar sound and putrid stench. While the rest of the world only heard a gentle poot, your entire world was overpowered by vulpine fecal stench. And there was absolutely nothing you could do but silently sit there and endure it. But farts are only the precursor to the true use of an anus, and the royal Prince Karther had previously eaten a grand meal that was rapidly approaching it’s final destination…