“Of course, I could always go the ~other direction.”
His hands slide up your legs, digging into your fur, raking up against the skin underneath as he pushes himself forward. His nose presses in against your belly momentarily before his head lifts up and approaches your own. His eyes pierce into your own, questing for some kind of reaction to his suggestion.
His lips curl into a smile, and only now do you realize that your ears have folded back against your head to match the burning feeling under your fuzzy cheeks. Strong hands creep up over your hips, palming their round shape with taught tendons and strong pads. “Hmmm... Something tells me you aren't going to give a straight answer as to your wants. How about we explore? Follow your 'passions' as it were. After all, I don't want a servant who's unhappy in their position, and there are many, many positions to explore.”
The fox presses forward and presses his core against your loins. Warm fur presses against an increasingly heated core. Soft fur drags against your sex for the first time and prompts your legs to spread even wider than they are already. Hands draw up and massage your waist and lower chest, really giving away your new figure with how easily his hands wrap around it. Sudden twinges of sensitivity make your breath hitch as questing fingers drag across new nubs along your lower chest, pinching, tugging them out into subtle swells that merely add an interesting profile along your core.
Despite the jarring realization, you find yourself heating up. Warm, molten arousal makes your core flutter and your breath come out in soft whimpers. Your tail twitches and flicks about between his legs. “Hmm~ … a pet.” he muses.
Panic strikes you. A pet!? You can't be a pet! You push back against him, scrabbling away and towards the door. The prince seems unperturbed, merely laughing as you stumble toward the door on unfamiliar legs. Your hips swing and stumble in their new widened stance and tip-toed structure atop your digitigrade legs. “You can pretend all you want! You will only change as much as you really, really want to.”
You don't want to change at all! Yet, as your reach for the doorknob you can't help but feel fumbly. Your fingers try to grip, but slip around the handle as your thumbs pull back along your forearms, and your fingers twitch and pull back into stubby claws at the ends of your palms. Soon enough that doorknob serves more as a way to stay upright than a portal to escape. Your legs grow tight and... short. You realize with a start that it's going to be impossible to stand upright for any length of time. You're going to be walking on all fours. Round ass in the air, sex exposed, for anyone to see... and use. Your new sex starts to flutter and twitch at the idea, radiating a molten arousal between your hips that makes every one of your many nipples stand on end.
While you've been distracted the prince has approached, and you feel his hand stroke gently down your back, starting with your ears and really digging in at the base of your tail. “Good pet~ Now let your master show you to your new life.”