"Ah yes, Princess Galla", Queen Beth said looking down at the beautiful raven haired girl.
"I am not afraid of you!", Princess Galla yelled, as she spat at her family's tormenter.
"You have quite a spirit you do... and I hear you are quite the fine hunter, and trapper" Queen Beth replied. She walked around behind Galla and took a close look at a fur shawl wrapped around the Princess' neck. "And what poor innocent creature had to die to fulfill this display of vanity?," she said disapprovingly. "Perhaps we shall find out..."
That said, Galla screamed in pain, hunching over as her body began to change. Fur rapidly erupted from her skin, and the base of her spine tugged and pulled as tail pushed out behind her. Her ears too shifted and became covered with fur and migrated towards the top of her head, while simultaneously her face pushed out into a muzzle.
Queen Belle sobbed, and Princess whimpered as they watched their daughter fall to all fours, her feet and hands turning to inhuman paws. Galla felt her tail continue to extend, very long, and fluffing out with fur. As her vocal cords completed its transformation, her feminine vorce turned coarse into a low-pitched growl.
While the pain finally began to dissipate, Queen Beth removed the last of Galla's clothing and picked up the fur shawl which had falled to the ground.
"A fine shawl this is. Perhaps your own pelt could provide me one just like this. I would like to practice my own skills in hunting... Or, perhaps you could provide me with many pelts. I have many males in my royal zoo that could help."
Her composure regained, Galla looked towards one of the mirrors adorning the walls of the throne room. She was startled to see that looking back with her, with fierce eyes, was a fine specimen of a...