As you regain control of your body, you leap back, fear in your eyes, "Get away from me! Get away!"
"Calm down, I won't hurt you..."
"Hurt Me?! HURT ME?! Hurt doesn't even come close to this! You, somehow, magically kidnapped me out of my car, so that you could turn me into...into..." You struggle, not wanting to say it "...Into a private slut vixen!"
Janice puts her hands on your shoulders from behind, ignoring the fact that you flinch away from from the contact and gently massaging you, "Relax Tommy, I know what it feels like. I panicked to when I first came here and got transformed, but, after a while, I got to like it so much that I never left."
"Huh? I don't understand."
"The prince doesn't *make* anyone stay here, he just brings people here and changes them into the form and role that their essence indicates that they'll be most happy in."
"Fat chance!" you say, shoving her off, "I could never be happy as some slutty little sex toy of a vixen!"
"Again, exactly what I thought, but you're thinking of 'concubine' in the new meaning of the term, not the old one."
"What's the difference?"
Karther, who had politely remained silent till now, finally spoke up, "If I may, the new meaning of the word is, as you said, a kind of private toy, but the old meaning of the word is 'a close female confident,' you know, a figurative 'shoulder to cry on' at some times, other times, a simple close friend, sex isn't necessarily a factor. You're not even just mine, you're free to be intimate in anyway with anyone in the court. Not to mention that you'll be provided with everything you need, delicious food and drink, a warm bed in both public and your own private chambers, books to read, modern television from your old world, anything you desire."
You turn back to Karther, "I don't care about linguistics, I don't care about intimacy, and I don't care about any stupid luxuries! Change me back to normal and get me home!"
Karther smiled warmly, "Tell you what, I'll give you the same deal that I give the few people who aren't immediately happy with their new bodies and occupations, give this new life a week to see if you like it. If you do, you can stay here forever as a concubine with all the friends, food, luxuries, and (optionally, depending on you're feelings) sex that you want..."
"And if I *still* don't like it?!"
"Then I'll change you back, put you into your old life, and you'll be none the worse off."
"Yeah right! You'd just let me walk out of here?! Just like like? I bet you've never actually had someone leave, probably because of some kind of mind contro..."
"Seventeen..." One of the other vixens interrupted you, it was now evident to you that they were not, in fact, identical, as you had first thought.
"What?"
"Seventeen people were still not satisfied with their alternative lives here."
"And...you are..."
"Oh, sorry. I'm Cathy, I guess you could call me the 'head' concubine. As to the seventeen people, most, actually all, liked their lives here, they just preferred their lives as humans back on earth. However, none of *them* were concubines."
"But...why would anyone willingly give up their lives?"
"Technically, they're not giving them up, they're trading them in. Some people just aren't suited to their roles back on earth," Karther chimed in, "I only take these people into my realm and turn them into something they'll be happy as."
"What about family? And friends?"
"Tommy," Janice said, "When was the last time you spoke to a family member?"
"Um..."
"Exactly."
"But..."
"Not done yet," Janice said, smiling and holding up a hand, and you truly saw your old friend Jake in her then, that same sly smile, the way her eyes looked, the way Jake's old face (feminized, but his face nonetheless) was perfectly translated to muzzle form, "How long did it take you to get over my disappearance? Be honest."
You pause, "I...I noticed that you and I didn't speak anymore but...It just felt like we'd grown apart...I missed you, but I wasn't mournful and didn't seek you out...Point taken."
"Glad you can see logic," Karther said, "Janice was right about you..."
"You told him about me?"
"I asked him to bring you here."
"What? Why?!"
"Don't you remember all those conversations we had back in grade school, through middle and high school, even college? You always talked about how you wanted things different. You always said that you liked listening to people's problems and giving them advice and comfort, but that you hated how you got mocked for showing emotion, being called a sissy or gay, even by your own family. So, instead of living your dream of helping people, you eventually gave up and took a desk job like your father told you to. You remember that I always felt the same way? When I came here, and Prince Karther changed me to become a concubine (and after the shock, outrage, and denial passed over and I grew to like my new life), I knew that you *had* to be here with me, or at least try it..."
"Jake...Janice, it's a nice thought but I..."
"Just give it a week Tommy..."
You glance around at Karther, at the other vixens, at Janice, and finally at yourself, in the mirror, still naked but for your fur, before letting out a sight and looking down, "It's not like I have a choice..."
Janice lets out a mix between a yip and joyous laughter, rushing to and warmly embracing you, the other vixens smile, along with Karther (who then disappears just as he had entered). Janice pulls back from you, "Oh, you won't regret this! Come on girls, let's show 'Tammara' around..." After a few giggles from the vixens, and a grown from you, you and the group moved on to find out what you've gotten yourself into...