The Prince hums quietly to himself, the melody soft and lilting. You find your thoughts become muddled and confused as you listen along. His tails sway back and forth in time with the rhythm. He comes to stand in front of you once more, having made up his mind. "Hrm, yes~..." he ponders. His paw-hand reaches up to caress your cheek, the soft pads sending shameful tingles across your skin. "Perfect. Follow me," he commands, snapping his fingers.
With a whirl he strides off deeper into his underground palace. You find yourself compelled to follow him, your body moving in stiff, rigid steps. With only your eyes free, you find yourself focusing on the hypnotic swaying of his plush tails. The Prince smells your involuntary arousal and smirks, though you do not see it.
Within minutes, and after having traversed a series of lavish corridors, you both arrive at an enormous bedroom. A sumptuous monstrosity of a bed sits against one wall, easily big enough for a party of ten or more. Along another wall a hearty fire sits crackling in a marble fireplace, filling the chamber with a warm orange glow. There are plentiful decorations throughout the chamber--and out of the corner of your eye you see an opened closet filled with all sorts of bondage toys--but your attention is foxated...ahem, FIXATED...on the Kitsune Prince.
He strides over to the bed and pats the soft blankets. "Lay down, my pet,~" he intones quietly. "Belly down." With a mixture of fear, dread, and arousal swirling in your gut, your body marches itself over to the bed and lays down upon the mattress. It's so soft that you sink more than a few inches into it, your nose filling with scents of perfume, musk, and...something more primal. Your arms are limp at your sides, and you can no longer see the Prince as you are facing away from him. Your feet dangle off the edge of the bed.
You hear the quiet padding of soft paws along the floor. "You know, few humans have ever set foot within my bed chambers. Most of them became my possessions. You should be honored." Before you have time to ponder his words, you see his silvery cape tossed onto the bed next to you. You feel two soft, squishy cushions press against your bare feet. What is he...?
"Well. Human no more, hrm?~ Your new life begins now, my little wayward pucker."
A sharp tingle passes through your body. You feel the soft, plump cushions begin to spread AROUND your feet, a ticklish heat enveloping them. Those cushions...they're the Prince's buttocks, you're sure of it. Which means...the odd, fleshy, squeezing sensation around your ankles must be---
Terror floods your mind. Oh god. Oh god no. Not this. Anything but this.
The Prince moans quietly, shivering with pleasure. His pucker continues to squeeze your skin as it draws you further into his body. By now the warm, tight muscle has sucked you in up to your knees, with your thighs following soon after. With your mind already dazed and horrified, the only thought that registers is the fact that you can no longer feel your feet. It's as if they've gone completely numb. As your ass is swallowed up by the Prince's larger, rounder ass, you feel a sharp pinch within your own anus. Like something's connected there that wasn't before.
You must've passed out once or twice from shock, because by the time you wake up again you're two-thirds swallowed by the Fox Prince's asshole. Arms still pinned to your sides, the fleshy pucker has passed your belly button and is now slowly drawing the rest of your torso inside. Though you've lost all sensation in your lower body, you find that your voice has returned to you. "S-stop!" you cry out. "Please! Y-your Highness! Don't do this! I don't want to be your hhrrrrkkk---"
As the anal ring passes your shoulders, you find yourself unable to breathe--your lungs have been consumed. You can no longer talk; no longer do anything besides grimace in horror. Everything below your neck has gone completely numb. You feel a shudder pass through the Prince as he continues sucking you in. "Hnnnn~....mmmmhhh, can't stop it now. Almost there~...."
The Prince's pucker stops just below your jaw. Though you can no longer feel your body, you CAN feel intense heat from within the Kitsune Prince's bowels. Your mouth abruptly clenches shut, an odd taste beginning to fill your mouth. Now you can see the Prince's soft round butt cheeks growing larger--no wait, your head is growing smaller....your face losing definition...your skull becoming soft and squishy...
Your mouth clenches tighter and tighter, heat from the Prince's body coursing throughout what remains of your face. Though you no longer have a nose, you can smell the earthy musk around you. A rancid, putrid taste fills your mouth now, making your tiny eyes water. And as the changes finish entirely, pressure begins to build at the back of your throat. It grows stronger and stronger, rumbling somewhere in the depths of the Prince's gut behind you. Finally it forces its way out with a violent, roaring---
--incredibly soft *prrrrt,* causing the Prince to chuckle. What was just a tiny fart for him was much larger for you. Your lips were forced open and a torrent of eggy, earthy gases flooded out. They hung around your face, filling your senses with musk, and stench. After a few seconds the cloud dissipated, leaving you alone between the Prince's cheeks. With a decisive 'hrmph' he released his ass cheeks, letting them slide into place around you, blocking off almost all light and sound from the outside world. You can barely make out a sliver of light between the Prince's fleshy ass cheeks. The air immediately around your face grows hot and humid. Finally his plushy tails drift down over his ass crack, blocking the rest of the light. You are trapped between the Kitsune Prince's ass cheeks, with little more than the taste of his musk, sweat, and waste to accompany you.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he purred, though you can barely hear it. He stands up and begins striding through his palace again. His fleshy cheeks brush against you, squishing your anus-mouth from side to side.