You turn and try to run for it. At least foxes are quick on their feet, but the scientist was already too close. Before you manage to pick up speed, his longer reach manages to grab you by the tail. Your legs go weak as you let out an orgasmic cry and collapse to all fours.
You can't help but rase your ass alluringly. You feel desperate to have it filled. To let someone, anyone, anything fuck you. But unlike when your pointed ears were stimulated, you're still fully aware of the humiliation that's taking place.
“No! Stop! Aaaah! I'm a prince! Mmmmmm! I will not be toyed with!” Despite yourself, you begin to purr deep in your throat, making it hard to speak coherently. “I'm a prince...” you whimper with a trembling voice. Your new and much smaller penis begins to dribble pre-cum all on its own and you feel like you're at the edge of an orgasm. You're going insane.
“You can't treat me... Ah! ...like this. Ah! Mmmm! I have my pride!” Even your nipples are tingling for attention now. You're struggling to even resist touching yourself. This is a battle of will.
“Pride? Do you now?” The scientist pulls you backwards by the tail. The tug makes your eyes roll back in your head. It's too much. That's when you realize that you've come face to face with a puddle of your own pre-cum. As soon as the smell hits your nose, your tongue leaps out and starts to lap it up veraciously.
“No!” Lick. “Stop!” you beg between eager licks. You don't have the will to resist the taste. Your cheeks burn with humiliation. Why does it taste so good? The scientist smacks your ass with his free hand while still holding you up by the tail with the other. It makes you jump and buck to get away, just increasing the strain on your tail and driving you even more crazy. All along, your humiliatingly small penis dribbles onto the floor to feed you.
He keeps on spanking you until your pail butt is glowing as red as your fur and your cries have become nothing more than whimpering moans. You're completely lost the ability to speak now. Tears trickling down your cheeks and your mouth hanging open and drooling. You're completely unable to hold yourself up anymore. You're just dangling from your tail now. It's too much! You've hit your breaking point ten minutes ago. But the scientist still doesn't show any mercy.
“You like this, don't you? How perverted you are. This is truly where you belong.” He smacks you again. “Do you want to cum?” You're unable to form words, but your desperation shows in your almost meowing affirmative.
The scientist reaches in between your legs and starts to milk your penis. You go wild. There was apparently some hidden strength still left, because you begin to shake and twist while you dangle. You may as well have been made mindless at this point. The sensation it too much. You are too horny to even think. But still you don't cum. All you can do is gasp and endure.
After several minutes, the scientist finally stops. “Oh, wait. I just remembered. I designed you to be physically unable to reach climax,” he says, chuckling. He was obviously aware of it the entire time. He lets go of the tail, but you're still so gone that you can't help but lick up all you've spilled on the floor over the past twenty minutes. Finally you find the self control to turn around and glare at the scientist.
“That was inhuman...” God damn this purring. It was still going, making it look like you want him to do all that to you again. An adorable sound that just screamed “play with me!”
“Good thing I didn't do it to a human then,” the scientist snickers.
“I am human! I'm your prince! You will bow before me!” You're regaining self control again, though your limbs are still shaky. Even so, you force yourself to stand. All your hairs flare on end while you clench your feral teeth. Though your arms and legs don't even get goosebumps. There isn't even any hair follicles there anymore. How much did he change you?
All your life you've had all you could have wished for. Servants and riches. Spoiled and lazy. You'd never wanted for anything. Yet here you'd become just this man's play thing. This couldn't be happening. Tears of anger and humiliation and, yes, fear, brim in your eyes, but you hold them back. You are a prince and princes don't cry. Your butt-cheeks still burn from the spanking.
“I'm human...” you repeat. More as a reminder to yourself than to your captor.
“No part of you is human any more. Not one cell. I've altered you down to your DNA. Even your organs are completely different from a human's,” the scientist says, with a modicum of pride.
“In what way?” you ask, bracing yourself for the worst.