You awake, heart pounding. Well, blood pounding through you -- strangely, it feels like it's being driven into you from outside your body. And you can't tell what you're lying on -- in fact it almost feels like you're hanging off of something. These alien sensations only confuse you further as you try to regain your bearings.
Panic mixes with an intense feeling of arousal. Your upper body is stiff and thick, while your lower body is at once loose yet somehow full; you're covered in sweat and burning up. Your arms -- your legs -- are they bound to you somehow? Or gone completely!? Are you sick? -- or crazy??
Your vision is swimming, the room is dark; some kind of blanket seems to be covering you, shifting across your too sensitive flesh. You try to blink, but while the dim pattern of fabric darkens further for a moment, you feel no sliding of lids across your eyes.
Thick, salty-sweet fluid bubbles past your lips. You're drowning in the stuff! Only... you don't seem to need to breath... and it's coming from within you...?
Wait... Memory starts to resurface. No... that CAN'T be real! But as you emerge more and more from your drowsiness, your mind connects the dots. The blood rushing through you isn't yours, it's his -- it's Karther's heartbeat that moves you. His arousal that stiffens and thickens you. His seed weighing down your lower half... your balls.
Your upper body -- the long, tapering canid penis -- trembles a bit. Now that you've recollected yourself -- your humiliation -- you can plainly sense the Kitsune Prince, at once distant yet permeating every iota of your existence.
Nooo, you whimper.
His presence draws in closer.
-Had a nice nap? Ready to renew your old friendship with Janice?- The prince's teasing voice sends sick revulsion through you, but all you can do is clench in need as his lust swells into you. He pats you through his loincloth, and to your shame you try to nuzzle yourself against the firm press of his palm, even though you cannot control your movement. -Get to know her more intimately?-
K-Karther... You do your best to rein in your fear, anger -- and the lust quickly seeping from your flesh into your soul. Are -- are you --
-You know...- You hear the turning of a door handle as his voice cuts you off. -You haven't earned the right to address me by name. It's odd to be addressed by you at all, but if it must be, use 'master' or 'Your Highness.'-
Wh-what!?
"Ah, there's my lovely vixen." There's a snap, finger pad impacting on palm pad, and suddenly light fills the field of your vision. It takes you a second to realise that Karther has dismissed his loincloth the same way he summoned it. Air cools you a bit, and you begin to make out a sumptuous parlour.
The big-breasted, curvaceous vixen that used to be Jake is standing coyly in the centre, hands tucked behind her back.
"Oh, my lord," she says, head down in faux modesty, ears tilted in submission, swishing tails betraying her excitement. "As sweet as always, when all I am is yours. How was your evening?"
"Mmm, relaxing. It's nice to finally have some free time now that that arrogant Dragon ambassador has gone on to the capital. But I'm ready for something a little more... exciting."
You can feel his seductive smile as you bob towards Janice, your wet tip occasionally bouncing inwards to kiss the prince's belly. You look up, admiring Karther's lean, defined pecs until you catch yourself and wrench your attention back to your friend. Though is the hunger her smooth belly and bra-cradled underboob stir in you much better?
Not that you can see anything for long as Karther embraces his concubine and their bodies close in around you. You catch Janice's scent -- fox fur, a mix of floral and vanilla perfume, the leather of her panties, the female pheromones leaking from them. You grow even harder, more insistent in your throbbing.
"And how was Tommy?" she asks after a long kiss. You feel her hand slide around you, cupping your balls. There's a flash of unwanted pride -- your heavy orbs overflow her delicate fingers. I am so powerful -- argh! No! You won't think of yourself as a --
"Tommy?" Karther teases, interrupting your thoughts and making you melt in Janice's hand again. "You mean, my cock? It performed as a cock should." There is a pause; he is nuzzling her, but also grinding you a bit, making you groan in protest and arousal.
"Remember, it is a cock," he instructs her, gentle but firm. "You can treat Tommy as a person while you have him inside you, but otherwise, refer to it as though it were only my cock."
"Ah." She sounds a little unhappy about that, but it swiftly passes as she quickly returns the tease. "'Only' your cock?" She gives your balls a little squeeze, then moves her deft fingers up to your pre-knot. You cry out silently as it begins to inflate. "Are you saying your cock is nothing special?"
Karther laughs. "Naughty vixen! You're not allowed to outfox your master like that!"
"Oh, naughty am I?" She squeezes again, making you spit out more pre as you feel like you might explode. How can Karther stand it!? Just fuck her already -- NO! "Are you going to punish me, then?"
"Mmm. Maybe. Why don't you get down on your knees and apologise to my cock for implying it isn't special?"
"Hmph." Janice pretends to pout as she obeys. "It wasn't me that implied that! But fine..."
She now cups your sac in both hands, and like earlier buries her nose in it. "Mmm, hey there big boy," she whispers. "I'm sorry if I made you feel un-special...."
Oh God! you scream as she actually takes one of your big nuts in her mouth, slurping on it. Karther can't repress a groan.
-Oh hey!- You actually feel Janice's mind touch yours as your testicle pops behind her teeth.
J-Janice --!
-I hope you accept this apology!-
The link fades and then reappears as she switches to your other nut.
D-Damn it, Janice...!
"Mmm..." If she hears that, she ignores it, releasing your sac, now covered in saliva, to run her tongue over the soft fur to the underside of your knot, then along your length to your tip. She teases it around your slit for a bit as she undoes her bra. Then she enfolds you in her hot boob flesh while she takes your head in her lips and sucks out the pre-cum building in you.
You start to twitch, swelling further, helplessly pulsating in this erotic prison. J-Janice, you're -- I'm --! Karther begins humping, thrusting into Janice's mouth as she titfucks him, and you can't hold back. Once more hot fluid pumps through you into her mouth, your turgid length shuddering in uncontrollable pleasure and shame.
But even though you must feed her several spoonfuls of your sweet-and-sour load, you feel no relief. You have not been aware of just where all your mass went, but now Karther enlightens you, and Janice.
"That was wonderful, dear. But let's move to the bedroom... I forgot to mention, but I siphoned the human's excess flesh and wasted energy into myself, so I can go for hours."
"Ohhh!" Janice exclaims, impressed and increasingly horny with the scent and taste of her male. She stands up, shimmying out of her panties -- revealing her swollen, dripping snatch right in your face. The two foxes kiss again, while you fight with yourself, caught between need for that orifice, so close, and horror at giving in further to your instincts.
Then Karther picks her up, and carries her bridal-style into an adjourning room. As promised, it is a palatial bedroom. But even if you had perfect vision, you're in no state to pick up on the details. Mostly you just stare into Janice's fur -- you're long enough that you brush against her back and tails -- and "inhale" more of her scent. You catch a few tantalising glimpses of the deep canyon between her asscheeks, though you also manage to register that you're approaching a king-size bed complete with canopy and curtains.
Karther turns and sits down, squishing you in the small of Janice's back as he lays her across his lap. You cannot take any more, and begin to beg him to stop torturing you and just let you fuck her. You're sure he's doing this on purpose -- you can sense his intent, you know he is. But try as you might -- pushing up against her body, your mental voice rising to screams of need as you cast aside all your pretense at human dignity -- he just seems to ignore you.
Of course Karther is aware of the ache in his penis as it is bent down under his concubine's sexy body. But in addition to torturing you, he also wants to lavish affection on that concubine. He softly praises her as he runs his hands across her fur, bending down to lick and suck at her breasts. She squirms and gasps, unable to articulate much beyond "master!" and "thank you!"
Of course, all her squirming is maddening you further. But, finally, Karther himself can wait no longer, and he pulls his legs up and rolls into the bed, guiding Janice by the hips so that she straddles his groin -- putting you firmly in that canyon you saw a few minutes ago, one puckered little hole above your head, the other, bigger entrance spilling sweet vixen honey across your knot and balls.
Finally is all you can think, but then scream in frustration as Janice just slides back and forth across you. Her lips are literally kissing you, but no matter how desperately you strain you cannot get inside. Until Karther laughs.
"Enough!" He seizes Janice and lifts her up, letting you spring erect at last. You get a moment to stare up, her juices splattering directly on your head as the vision of your destination comes into focus. Outer lips, inner lips; hot, dark, sweet-smelling tunnel.
One last moment for you to despair.
Then that tunnel plunges down, her flesh split open by your tip, gripping around you so wonderfully as you plunge deep inside your friend. The outside world is lost to you, hearing drowned by the pulsing blood of the foxes, taste and scent by their sexual fluids. Eyesight?
You expect it to be dark, but you can... sort of see inside the love tunnel. But it's a confused impression of pink, red and black and you're not sure if you're seeing her inner folds or the vessels swelling your own length. Besides. What you're really focused on, is touch.
She squeezes over -- under -- all around you! Your balls bounce up and down, gently slapping against her butt as Karther and Janice set up their rhythm, though the prince's strong hands and hips are doing most of the work. Thrusting you in and out while lifting her up and down, The flesh of your knot slams into the sticky embrace of her labia, then pulls away again.
You do hear a muffled cry from Janice as she clamps down on you and thick waves of fluids gush around you. You tremble in response, but it isn't until Karther times a particularly powerful thrust into the fall of Janice's hips that your knot squeezes in and you expand and explode.
You've done it. You've cum, as a cock, in your friend's vagina. You... you don't even know how to process that. It feels so good, and your mind feels so tired. You just want to... rest. To float out and away with the delicious, thick fluid you're squirting into her.
But no, it isn't even over. You haven't even finished when Karther rolls over, his body now pressing into Janice. He humps her a bit, tugging your knot against her constrictor muscles, then rises up, pulling her with him and flipping her onto her stomach so they can fuck like wild foxes. Feeling her relax around you, he pops free, and then sets to it again.
You... actually lose track of how many times you orgasm. After the third or fourth, your mind does float away on the tide of cum pumping from you, your whole world shrunk to Janice's hot wet embrace. You're just a cock and balls, a breeding tool, and know nothing but the pleasure -- and the pride of manhood fulfilling its primal purpose.
Finally though Karther is sated. He's spooning Janice now, arms wrapped around her; you're still wrapped in her nether flesh, her inner ring refusing to let go even after a dozen minutes or more. You hear, or maybe sense in your head, the two foxes exchange "Good nights" and "I love yous."
Then, silence -- except for the sound of blood, of course. But it's receded, a little. You've grown so used to it, and to the scent, taste and texture of your seed and Janice's femcum around you, that you're actually able to block it out enough to return to yourself. Somewhat.
After what you've done, though, can you ever truly return to yourself? Or rather, what you've been used for -- face it, you had no control over any of that. You were just along for the ride... no, you were the ride. You were the instrument of another's pleasure -- sharing in that pleasure but only through their will.
Despite how comfortable Janice's tight passage is to your thick, cylindrical body -- wrapping you up like a snug, warm blanket -- you are miserable. So miserable that you hardly notice Janice's mind also wrap around you.
-Hey,- she says, stirring you from your self-loathing horror. -Are you okay?-
No! You twitch, a silly attempt to gesture, or maybe escape -- and the motion makes her clamp down and ripple around you, drawing out a mental groan. Ahhhh... haaa... how can you even ask? I'm a COCK! I'm... I...
-Well, I thought... maybe you'd enjoyed that...- She sounds honestly disappointed, and it sparks you to anger.
ENJOY it!? Enjoy being used? Enjoy having no control over my body!? Not HAVING any body? -- no arms, no legs, no head!? Just a GOD-DAMNED fox's COCK! You wriggle again, and again you have to pause as pleasure racks you. But of COURSE you'd think I'd enjoy it! Right!? You ARE just a fucking whore! You probably told that arrogant prick to do this because it turns you on to see someone made into your 'master's' dick! You... you...
You break down. You can't stop yourself from trembling, weeping out pre-cum through your slit in lieu of tears. At this rate, your own grief and anger are going to cause another orgasm. You... you can't even have feelings like a person... Shame and despair take the place of rage. At least you stop moving, letting your body calm a little.
And you begin to realise you may have just alienated, completely, the one person in this wretched world who might have shown you sympathy.