You stare at your owner's big, red, throbbing prick. In your mind, it is dangerous and elegant, tapering down from the pointed head to the enormous bulb of the canid knot. You've never been into cocks. You've never been into guys! Your only experience with blowjobs was receiving a couple from your current girlfriend. So why do you want this so badly?
So badly that your own cock is now up and throbbing too. So badly that despite your revulsion and growing shame at yourself, your head inches closer and closer to the fragrant, leaking slit.
It's her spell! It HAS to be that damn spell! Compelling you to obey her. To want to obey her. To want... her.
Tears come to your eyes. But this close... the smell is literally overpowering. You have to TASTE it. With a final jerk forward, the wedge of Junia's cockhead slides between your teeth and your lips seal around it. Instantly your mouth is filled with flavour -- HER flavour. The mild salty-sweet pre of your Mistress mixed with the sharp musky taste of her flesh.
"Gooood pet," you hear her murmur. "Take me in. Taste me. Savour me."
Tears slip from your eyes, but you can't stop yourself. You lean in, steadying yourself with a hand on the plush armchair, letting more and more of the... the penis slid in. It feels even bigger in your mouth than it looked. Hotter. Harder. So, so hard against your tongue and palate. Instinctively you massage its underside with your wet, pliant muscle; it has just the tiniest give, veins under the smooth skin; yet at the same time firm as iron, an invincible invader.
You actually sob. No, no way! I'm NOT enjoying this! But you are. Spell or not, having your mouth violated by the sex of your owner is making your blood race with arousal, precum starting to dribble down your own cock.
"Ahhhh yes." You hear Junia sigh with contentment; and you look up from her groin. She leans back in the chair, her hands coming forward to rest on your head. You shudder at the touch, but she does nothing. Just reminding you of your position.
Slowly you pull back. You imagine that you'll pull all the way off if she won't stop you -- but you can't. As the cock slides out across your tongue, it leaves a trail of the increasingly delicious pre, and you need more. With a whimper you pause, holding it between your lips and sucking. Getting as much of that liquid into you as you can.
"Ahhhh... ahhhh yeeesss... gooood pet..." Junia's murmurings bring you an unwelcome sense of satisfaction. You don't want her praise, goddammit! A hot tear slides down your cheek at your weakness. But cry and whine all you like, the part of you under her spell is pleased, and it drives you to continue.
"Don't ignore my balls," she commands lazily after a few minutes of you bobbing on her cock. "As a former man, you know how important they are."
You grimace around the thing in your mouth. You ARE a man! But it's a pointed reminder that, if you keep at this -- if you swallow her cum -- you'll start down the path to becoming a woman. An animalistic vixen. And if what you've been told is true, once you start you won't be able to stop.
This horrid reminder is enough to let you resist the urge to start fondling her big, foxy nuts. That is, until she says firmly: "Worship them, slave."
No! You whimper, feeling the compulsion grow stronger. How can you not worship them? Your Mistress is so powerful! Her balls are so large, so firm, so... so perfect! The thought of receiving their contents is enough to make your mouth water. Well, more than it already is.
First your left hand moves in to caress the sac, amazed by the satiny fineness of the fur over her scrotum. By the sheer size of the jewel tautly pressing against it, a rounded, smooth swelling like a chicken egg -- about as large, too. So perfect! You rub your hand over it, gently squeezing as you resume working over her turgid shaft with your tongue and lips.
Soon your right hand joins your left in cupping and stroking her balls. She groans and begins thrusting, now using her hands to help guide you into her desired rhythm. She does not go too deep -- at first. But she slowly coaxes you to take more, and more. Until suddenly --
You sputter and choke as her cockhead touches the back of your throat. Your eyes go wide, as your jaws shake, unable to close. Your eyes water afresh, and you start to panic as the contractions in your throat make it hard to breathe -- and your Mistress won't let you pull back!
Until she does. While it feels like eternity to you, it's less than half a minute before her hands relax and you can find relief from the invader. You shiver and huff, staring up at her fearfully, seeing a mischievous smile playing about her vulpine face.
"Mm, nice gag reflex," she observes. "Shall I remove it for you, so you can take my full length like a good toy? Let my knot pop in and lock behind your jaws?"
What!? She's giving you a choice!? You are quick to take advantage of it, shaking your head as much as you can without letting her cock escape. Even though a small, traitorous part of you is sad at losing the opportunity to feel the thick, pulsing organ jammed deep in your throat. To have that bulb so engorged in your mouth that you can't get it back out past your teeth. To feel what it would be like to have all that thick, potent seed pumped directly into your belly.
"Urgh!" You shake your head again, trying to silence the sickening thoughts.
"What? You want to be a bad toy?" she teases. "Be careful, Coral; bad toys get punished." Her fingers tighten in your hair, and you brace, waiting for her to ram her dong down your gullet. But then she relaxes her grip. "But, I'll let it go for now. You'll lose that defect sooner or later. Once you have a nice long snout and a cumslut's brain, you won't be choking on my dick, certainly." She laughs.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" You nod once you realise she wants an answer. "I thought so; I could tell you considered yourself too manly to service another. But now you know -- you much prefer being on your knees, tending to the needs of a real cock. And since you've been such a good girl, it's time for your reward."
"Ooo!" The sound comes from off to the side -- Moonstone suddenly reminding you that she's been watching this whole time, probably jacking off like she did with Agate. You flush, but there's nothing you can do as your Mistress begins moving her hips again.
One hand continues to encourage you to keep up as her pace quickens, while the other moves to a breast. Your eyes flicker between her fingers as they dance over her fat nipple and knead into the heavy titflesh, and her hungry gaze as she stares down at you.
"The knot, slave," she instructs, her hot breath pouring over you from between her parted fangs. "Use your hands, since your throat is untrained -- squeeze it and swallow your owner's cum!"
You rush to obey, wrapping your hand as far as it will go around the mighty bulge, slick with the pre-cum and saliva that has been sliding down her shaft. A fever rises in you -- you HAVE to get her to cum, so fill you with delicious fox flavour. In that moment, everything else is forgotten. Your heart leaps as you hear Junia growl and feel her balls start to tighten. Your other hand comes up to encircle her swelling knot and you squeeze.
The jump of her mighty phallus in your hands as her orgasm breaks reminds you of the recoil of your rifle. Thick jism shoots into your mouth, and you gulp it down like your favourite drink.
"All -- of -- it!" she commands, breathy and husky, her words timed with the pulses of her cum cannon.
God how much does she have? You wonder dazedly as the taste fills your head. Much stronger than her pre, saltier and sweeter but also musky, savoury almost, like you are drinking down the essence of the earth itself. It's far better than you expected, and even as it fills you, it makes you hungrier. Your nipples start to ache, and your own cock begins to pulse.
Oh God, did I --? You did. The tears return with your shame, but you can't stop your cock pumping out a load of your own, the pearly fluid spattering on the chair and carpet. Pleasure like you've never known vibrates through you, tingling in your increasingly sensitive nipples.
"Good girl." You feel Junia pat your head, and even as you whine, you feel a swell of pride. "Now stand up and let's have a look at you."
You stagger to your feet, reeling back a few steps before you catch your balance. Your hands come up to your chest, but you don't realise it at first as you look around, disoriented in the mix of afterglow and self-loathing. You see that Agate has joined Moonstone, and look away from the pair of slaves.
Only then do you notice that your lean, hard pectorals have melted out into soft, supple fat. You look down, and with horror realization crashes down on you. You can feel the hot power of your Mistress' cum spreading from your belly, changing you: your body pulling together, losing height and muscle mass; your shoulders tightening and back curving more to thrust out your chest, now occupied by two breasts. They're small, probably A-cup, but definitely female, the areola expanding and darkening, the nipples protruding into fat little beads.
Beyond that, your waist narrows and your hips expand, more fat collecting on your thighs and ass. Your once-short hair now tickles your shoulders. Fortunately, there don't seem to be any changes to the length or girth of your manhood, but you have an unmistakeably girlish figure now.
But that might not be the worst of it. The hair on your chest, belly and pubes has not fallen out; rather, it has gotten thicker, spreading over your breasts. Denser, but also soft and fine. It's not human hair at all any more, it's... gulp fur. Formerly dark, it's now almost invisible against your equally soft skin, a pale pastel pink. The hair on your lower arms and legs is darker, a more reddish pink.
The pelt doesn't cover you entirely; much of your skin is clear (indeed, smoothly feminine). But you have definitely become foxier in more ways than one.
"Lovely." The compliment from Junia makes your heart flutter, and you respond before you can stop yourself.
"Thank you, Mistress." You squeeze your eyes shut immediately after saying that, hating how sincere you sounded. It's just her spell! You remind yourself. I DON'T like this! I hate it! I hate HER!