The hours pass. In the Prince's hall you drift in and out of consciousness, disturbed by the vibrations of his voice as he responds to petitioners, but never truly rousing. After that, you do wake for a bit as you find yourself in a small but immaculate water closet -- a toilet and sink.
This moment had been lurking in your fears for a while. Having sex felt degrading, but it was pleasant. This...
Actually, it was not as bad as you feared. You certainly did not like the taste, but the liquid flowing through you was stimulating, in a more relaxed way than orgasm. And there was a sense of relief as a pressure behind you diminished and disappeared.
There was little mental relief, however. As the taste of uric acid lingers in your mouth, you know you will be put to this humiliation again and again. Disgust fills you as the Prince tucks his loincloth back in place -- disgust, and fear. Your feelings, your mental struggle, mean nothing -- they do not affect your situation. You can do nothing to alter your fate now.
Underlining this was the fact that Karther said nothing to you. Not even a taunt. Presumably he just wanted to finish his business and get on with his day. Being ignored like that really brings home just how insignificant you have become.
You can't really fall asleep again after that. But in your sheath, under his loincloth, you can't see anything. And you find you can't really focus -- it seems you need Karther's attention, his arousal, to fully "wake up." Which puts you in a disturbing paradox, if the only time you can think is when your mind is... preoccupied.
But for now it just adds a little to the unease of your limbo. You drift through the rest of Karther's day in this state of vague half-wakefulness.
Until you find yourself in another bathroom -- an actual bathroom, with a large bathtub filled with fragrant water. You are forced to help Karther relieve himself again, then your balls sway as he steps over the rim into the tub.
"Ahhhhh..." Hot water quickly submerges your furry outsides and rushes into your sheath to wet your head. For a second you're afraid of drowning, before remembering that you're a cock, your oxygen needs supplied by Karther. The heat soon becomes comfortable, and you find yourself... relaxed, sharing in Karther's satisfaction, but also strangely wakeful. You poke your head out, not really certain if it's by your own volition or not, and peek above the surface of the water.
"Well, hello there," Karther greets you softly, a smile tugging at his thin lips. "Enjoy your day?"
You don't answer, though you feel the door between your minds open. Despite ignoring you, it seems he was certainly aware of how you felt during his use of the privy. You seethe quietly.
He laughs. "So angry. I wonder how long it will take you to see yourself as superior to the human you once were." He reaches down to gently run his claws along your underside, causing you to emerge further from your sheath.
You ba-bastard! You manage against the sudden assault of pleasure. What m-makes you think I'd ever -- ever think so something so stupid!?
"Mmm, I've graced you with a chance to communicate." He still sounds amused, but there's a warning in his voice. "Don't waste it with futile insults. And why not think that? You are now royal flesh. True you've lost independence... that's why this is a punishment... but you are kitsune, in a way. A very important, very noble part of one. I would say it is a greater honour to be a kitsune penis than to be a mortal."
He shrugs. "I don't expect you to agree... right now... but I do expect you will, in time." He lays his head back on the edge of the tub; you think there's a towel there to cushion it.
You resent his words. They're ridiculous. But he has a very valid point... even though you hate him, you feel that being able to talk to him is better than talking to nobody. And it was your big mouth that got you into this mess. So you try to restrain yourself, and address him with as much civility as you can muster.
His stroking of your turgid shaft doesn't help either your anger with him or your ability to concentrate.
Why do this? Th-this is... so...
"Humiliating? That's the point, cock... To curb your arrogance. Your friend begged me to make you happy, and I swore I would. I brought you here, across dimensions, and all you could do was insult us because your narrow mind can't appreciate love and beauty." He chuckles. "That is also part of the point... to force you to participate in our relationship in a way you can't help but enjoy. Mmm... speaking of enjoyment..."
He falls silent. He stops running his claws over you, instead wrapping his fingers around your shaft.
Karther?
He squeezes.
Karther!
-Hush now, cock. Let me hear only pleasure from you, or I will shut you out again.-
You bite your lip -- so to speak. It's obviously not going to do any good to protest. Maybe once he's got what he wants he... he...
Oh God...
Your ability to think fades as your knot begins to swell and your balls churn. You try to hold on, but as you feared it is quite impossible. The pleasure of your sensitive flesh crowds out all rationality, and you have no choice but to enjoy the build-up, passively listening to Karther's soft grunts and growls as he works himself up.
Given his overshadowing presence, you actually get glimpses of his fantasy. And it's of seeing you slowly deforming into his cock. Whether you actually find this arousing -- or are just swept along by the Prince's mind -- you are very turned on at the fox-eye view of uppity human being reduced to vulpine member.
By the time your balls tighten, you are so ready for it, rejoicing headily in the knowledge that your power -- er, your master's power -- has reduced you to this state. Silently you add your mental voice to Karther's groan of release as pearly seed jets from your mouth to land on his belly fur, some of it spiralling out into the bath water.
That was amazing... wait... As Karther breathes deeply, relaxing once more as afterglow mingles with the warmth of his bath, you begin to return yourself. Your giddy joy quickly turns to horror. You... seriously just got off... on the image of your own humiliating transformation.
You whimper, and apparently the "sound" of it reaches Karther, who huffs in amusement.
"You may as well accept it, cock..." he murmurs, petting you fondly, his eyes closed. "You have many, many more orgasms in your future..."
Idly he begins rinsing the cum from his fur before it dries. Meanwhile you work up the courage to make a comment to him.
I have a name, you know.
"Mmhm. 'Thomas.' But cocks do not have names, and it is important for you to accept your new place in life. You'll be much happier once you do."
Why do you care if I'm happy?
"Mmmmm." This is all the answer you get for a few minutes. Then, "Janice's sake. I did seriously consider turning you into my tailhole -- good luck enjoying that. But after all I brought you here at her request, and someday I want the two of you to properly reunite... though I can't say what being my cock will do to you. By the time you accept it, you may not be fit to be my concubine." He chuckles. "But you will learn to enjoy my pleasure and Janice's body, and so in some sense will be part of my harem, whatever happens. My promise to Janice will be fulfilled."
You are left to ponder this. It certainly does not make you happy; his words only add to the existential dread your recent loss of self engendered. However, you feel the door between your minds close once again. Karther has done playing with his cock, so you have nothing else to do but think, until his lack of arousal once again sends you to sleep.
After a few more minutes of soaking, the prince stretches, then stands. He soaps himself up -- or maybe shampoos, given his fur -- and rinses off using the shower. Finally he pulls the plug and steps out of the tub, ringing a silver bell. In a minute a manservant comes in and helps him dry off.
The servant appears to be some other species of canid; a slender wolf, or coyote, or maybe some kind of dog. You head is just barely poking out of your sheath at this point, but you see that the guy is at full mast beneath the loincloth that comprises his outfit. It seems Karther does not reciprocate his affections, however; for the servant's attentions to you barely keep you awake. The prince is not ashamed at enjoying his touch, but is merely polite to the servant.
The process takes longer than you expected -- because of the prince's fur. In addition to towels, the servant also uses what is unmistakably a fancy blow-dryer, complete with power cord. You realise with a shock that, despite the old-timey feel of this place, they have electricity.
Once the prince is dry, the servant helps him brush out his fur, complimenting him as he does so. Finally the grooming is done and Karther thanks him. As you leave, you get a glimpse of the servant beginning to clean the tub. Then Karther ties his own loincloth back on, signaling that you may as well doze off again.