As he strokes your tail in this heated state, it sends sensations through you strong enough to compete with your sex; somewhere in your confused mind, there was this feeling that you needed your tail to cum, that you were on the edge and needed to release something. Your tail coiling around the Prince's arm on its own, in some weird dance between attracting a hand job and giving a similar act with your tail.
Part of your mind picturing images of a vixen much like yourself intertwining her tail with yours, imagining some glowing good between the two of you running down into your sex; all the while sucking a long vulpine dick like a teat, as if its little more than a source of some sweetened milk to fuel your lustful energies.
You try to calm yourself down, stop yourself loosing yourself to this pleasure, to retain some sense of your prior normalcy… But the sensations seem to cause some tingle in the back of your mind, as if a nostalgic idea; like your hands only get in the way of running free, that they're unnecessary… Its like you need to reach out and touch yourself with something... Else?
You can feel it as your mind imagines it, something swirling around you as something inside you reaches out to cup your first breasts, and as you do, you feel something silky yet firm begin to grip them; as if they're being gripped by some gel covered fabric; and the touch makes your nipples seem to tingle from the sensation.
You're suddenly jolted out of your body and back as you feel something slip inside your vagina, and something snaps like a rubber band in both mind and reality. You feel cramps all over, as if some part of you wasn't quite physically or mentally ready to go over the edge of orgasm.
You start to regain your senses as the sparks of light in your eyes dissipate; though it doesn't seem like the sparks in your eyes were the only ones as the air seems to now be filled with some fine motes of light. Not to mention, the room appears shredded, as cloth is torn and walls appear to be scorched by something.
"It seems my little pet will need a bit of magic training after all... Or should I say, my familiar," says the Prince.
You almost jumped when you remembered he was there, but a soft scratch behind the ears seemed to calm you down. "Was it supposed to feel like my orgasm broke?"
"That should just be over-stimulation, it's a normal problem for a blossoming Kitsune", he says.
Kitsune?
You look back and see that your tail seems to have split into two, each still as sensitive as they were, like nascent sex organs in their own rights, covered in some thin layer of gel residue that looks like morning dew on your tails, and they twitch in a way that gives you the impression they would be moving like flowing tentacles if they weren't so sore right now.
After a moment you notice you're now wearing a pair of lacy black hotpants, as you see the tails poking out of the band of them with a blue bow at the base of the tails. You let out a soft noise when you realize how lightly pressed against your now sore sex it is.
You turn back to your front, and find a matching bra pushing your first pair of breasts out forward even as you stand on all fours, putting them in front of your forelegs even at a resting stance; though they don't appear to have grown since your other smaller teats grew in. "Did I... Make this?" You say, trying to gesture at the bra, and only managing to nudge it with the side of your paw.
The Prince tries to stifle a chuckle. "You seem to have done more than that, turning cotton bedsheets into silk lingerie is... Perhaps the least you've done," he says, as he gestures at the rest of the room.
With your eyes now cleared up, you notice more than just the scorch marks... The curtains seem to have turned into some kind of tree like structure that's eating into the wall, an open chest of what seems to have once been sex toys now appears to be full of animated rubber tentacles leaking some kind of lubricant, atop a dresser now stands an inanimate replica of the prince's hips with an erect dick spurting what appears to be chocolate milk... And whatever else remains of the room from the dressers themselves to the walls, floor and roof now seem to be a mosaic of different materials and styles clashing.
The Prince noticing your attention wandering off again whistles you back. "You might want to get some rest, maybe next time you'll be able to take a little more than the tip of my finger."
You consider poking your tongue out, and catch yourself, only to begin thinking about how well you seem to be taking this... "... You said I'd only change as much as I truly want to... But... I'm not sure... Am I really still myself in my own mind now?"
The prince raises an eyebrow for a second before answering. "Magic is intertwined with the heart and minds of those who use it, and those it affects. If anything has changed about your heart or mind, its going to be that everything once kept in the back of your heart and mind is now part of your conscious mind... Except maybe cravings for males in your case, whether you're attracted to them or not. That's just part of the body."
Your fluff stands on end at that last statement when you realize you've been staring at his throbbing hard dick, and its leaving you flushed.
The prince steps out with a smile as he leaves. "Good luck dealing with that heat, it's probably going to be there until you're pregnant."
With that you're left alone on the bed with your thoughts, to await another day... With only the heart of your arousal, and the burning of your muscles for company... Unless one counts the erotic scenery. Though, it doesn't take as long as you expected to drift off to sleep even in those conditions, perhaps from all the exertion.