The past week from another perspective

You had risen after Amber and Jay went back into the ruins, feeling awful but better than might be expected. Your insides hurt from the battering they'd received and a tingling sensation pervaded your belly. It had persisted through the day and an intensifying feeling of resolve pushed away the depression the previous night had set upon you. It was strange, you hadn't felt anything like it before in all your years. Not that you'd ever been **** by a troll before so maybe you just didn't have any relevant experience.

You'd prepared dinner for your saviors as way of thanks, annoyed as usual by your lack of magic. You had to actually try to make it taste good when you normally would wave your hand over just about anything edible and made it a feast. You enjoyed the young ones company, the human was exactly the kind you used to tease in your youth before their good intentions and incredible naïveté eventually managed to guilt you into stopping. You tended to be irritated by other foxes, though Amber was more polite than most, but there was something else you realized as you watched her over the fire. You desired her.

You'd never desired a woman before, certainly never a fox after the way you'd been brought up. If anything you should be attracted to the young man, strapping and noble as he was. You'd wrestled with the new feeling all night, tossing and turning in your sleep before giving up and rising as the first stars began to fade. You immediately realized something was wrong and pulled open your kimono to reveal-

You lick your lips as you stroke the hard muscle, your light touch making you gasp and quiver. It seemed to feel better every time you stroked yourself, which had aided in your adjustment to male genitals. It was your understanding that, with the trolls body destroyed, it had started regenerating from the largest part of itself it had left behind. Namely, the cum inside you. It had terrified you at first, you'd actually tried cutting it off before reason (and excruciating pain) asserted themselves. Fortunately you hadn't gotten far and it healed from the injury before the sun rose over the horizon. That's when you truly realized it was a troll cock: the watery light sifting through the trees met your newfound erection with a hiss, causing the greenish flesh to turn grey and stoney. Fortunately it didn't spread and you were able to cover yourself before your cock petrified, the tissue returning to 'normal' in a few minutes. You had stolen Jay's belt and used it to bind the cock to your leg, fearful of the reaction such a change would evoke.Traveling with the two had been enjoyable but extremely trying. Especially since your near constant erection had hobbled you. When you'd first noticed it it had been fairly small, just four or so inches, growing several inches per day until it plateaued at its current 12".

And Amber had just kept getting more attractive. You could barely stand having her so close to you up on the mountain, even after you'd lost Jay and you were comforting the young kitsune the green flesh had strained against the tightly bound belt. You wanted to fuck her. You wanted to fuck her sooo bad...

But you couldn't. You couldn't. That would be bad. That would go against everything that you stood for. But you were a kitsune, did you really stand for anything? Before you can answer yourself with 'freedom' or 'self determination' your cock spasms, striking your belly and seeming to answer for you. You continue stroking it, almost lovingly, "I know... you stand for Amber, just like you did for me when you fucked me the first time. Am I not enough for you?" Lust and a decidedly small amount of sanity to begin with cause you not to question talking to the twitching cock like a lover instead of an appendage.

You slide down the wall, continuing to slowly jerk but lost in the fantasy. You tilt your hips so that your cock head rests between your breasts. You'd never really appreciated how lovely and voluminous they were until your 'growth'. Now they mesmerized you, despite being a long time part of your body, unlike the troll cock. You pressed your tits together around the purplish head and coo, "Oh yes..." This was the first time you could be so vocal about pleasing yourself, what with the hubbub in the next room, and you want to take full advantage. You massage the warty green length, with your hands and tits, even stretching and flicking your tongue over the head. You are rewarded with a drop of salty pre and momentarily lose your rhythm as your eyes roll up and you quiver.

You'd been sampling the lime-green cock milk since your first ejaculation, the smell and taste heralding a heady narcotic haze that worsened the more you consumed till you were literally cum-drunk. Distant echoes of your mothers warnings about orc-folk come to mind but you pay them no heed. It was your own cock now, not like anyone was going to take advantage of you. You could enjoy the taste as much as you wanted... maybe you could even share it.

The thought makes you moan and you roll over, tails sliding haphazardly this way and that, using the wall to flip your legs over your head. With the help of gravity in your new position you can fit the entire head of your cock into your mouth and then some. One hand continues to work the shaft while the other played with your pendulous balls. God your tongue was heavenly...

(inspired by this: http://i.4cdn.org/d/1508131555648.png))

You don't last long, only a few minutes of sucking and you grab onto your butt and pull as hard as you can, managing to slide another few inches inside. You'd choked the first time you'd done this, rolling over and spraying everything within five feet with troll jizz, but you'd since improved your swallowing technique. A last moan sets you off and you're treated to the delightful sensation of your balls seizing, the cum shooting down your cock, and your mouth filling with pungent spunk. You guzzle it down as fast as you can but some still spills over onto your cheeks and chin.When your orgasm subsides, you take one last draw from the softening muscle to make sure it was cleared, and then flop onto your side gasping for air. Spots blink in and out before your eyes and a thick haze of cum induced arousal and satisfaction keep you lying there for long minutes. When you do rise and set about getting yourself situated you come to a distressing realization, "Shit." Your kimono, lengthened by transformative magic, was rapidly shortening. Whatever draining power was held within the veil, it was changing your clothes back into their true form.

You belt up your soft cock, a bit tighter than usual, and do your best to cover yourself with the kimono. You needed to find something else to wear quickly or your apple-sized balls would soon be on display for all to see. Walking out into the main room, you see Amber is having a similar problem and is talking to Thomas{if Slut>20} rather flirtatiously and not doing much to cover for her receding clothes line. He seems impressed and so are you. But you have to be sure she's asking about getting new clothes and not doing what it looks like she's doing.{else} with a serious look, arms held tightly around her chest while her bottom half is hidden by the table. He looks suspicious but suddenly chortles while Amber blushed. She was probably explaining what was happening to their clothes. Good.{endif}

You make a beeline for the two before a serving girl intercepts your path, "Drink ma'am?" She's a pretty young thing, especially compared to the men in the room, and for the first time since the change you find yourself well and truly distracted from Amber. You take the drink with a wink and the girl blushes, hurrying off. She obviously reciprocated your attention to some degree and you wince as your cock stirs and complains against its tight confines. You take a sip of the ale and almost gag, it's stronger than it smells and it smells like an entire distillery. No wonder the men can barely stand.

Amber motions you over and you take another swig of liquid courage. Now that you think of it, this might be your chance to test something... As you arrive you notice in an offhand way that Thomas isn't drinking. You offer him your mug but he waves it off, "Need to stay sharp. Can't fight off trouble if the whole village is piss-drunk." Amber turns back to him and{if Slut>20} with a sultry smile asks,{else} with a hard look in her eye asks,{endif} "So about those clothes?" He nods thoughtfully, "Suppose it would be distracting for the boys to have two naked Kitsune running around. I'll try and get ahold of some furs for you." He frowns turning back, "You don't have a problem with furs right?" Amber quirks her head quizzically but you guffaw, almost spilling your drink, "No guard captain, we have no qualms with furs. We're not animals, haha." He raises his hands placatingly and moves to a back room.