If you could still cry, you would. But expressing emotions is not a luxury that a fox’s anus has. You didn’t know what to feel... You were a person with feelings, plans, and dreams! Not some sphincter tucked away under this cruel prince’s tail! But no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, nothing would change the reality you were now trapped in. As if the utter humiliation of being transformed into an asshole wasn’t enough, whatever magic this fox used kept all of your senses intact. The smell of his rear and the lingering taste of his farts served as an ever-present reminder of your cursed existence.
As you were drug along by your new owner, your “mouth” was squished and stretched as his furry cheeks moved about you. He seemed to still be naked, as you caught the occasional flash of light as his body moved about. You hoped this would give you a glimpse of the outside world you had been so unfairly stripped from, but instead you just caught the occasional glimpse of his tails. As this carried on, you caught the occasional bits of muffled conversation that your host carried out as he went about his day. Worst of all, he continuously gloated about the cruel fate he had subjected you too. This proud display by your cruel owner drove home how helpless you were in your situation. All of the sudden, you saw two hands reach into the cheeks that held you in and pull them apart, exposing you too an onlooking vixen.
“Oh my! He looks just like a regular asshole!” the vixen exclaimed. From somewhere behind and above you, you could hear your owner taunt back.
“Of course! That pathetic, disrespectful human isn’t worthy of anything else. I’m sure he’d be begging for me to change him back if he could still talk.”
“Ooh, he’s still alive in there?”
“Absolutely. He’ll be feeling everything that goes on down there for the rest of my existence. The magic I used is permanent after all. No chance to get him out of there even if I wanted to.”
The fox prince chuckled as he released his cheeks, engulfing you back in the darkness of his rear. You mentally whimpered as you realized the finality of your fate... this would be your life... forever.
As you dwelled on this realization, you noticed an odd pressure that slowly began to build up inside you. Around the same time, you could tell that the prince began walking again. As you tried to comprehend what the strange pressure was, the world around you shifted. The fox’s cheeks suddenly parted once more as you were thrust downwards. As you reoriented yourself, you realized that he was sitting on a toilet. You went into a complete panic as you now realized what was happening. “Please oh please oh please no!” you mentally begged, but there was no one to save you from your plight. As the pressure reached its peak, you heard the fox taunt you from above: “Best get used to this. It’s all you’re good for now, you asshole.” Suddenly your body was stretched open as a foul mass began to squeeze through you. The taste was unbearable as the fox’s waste slid across your body. After several seconds, you were squeezed closed and pinched off the mass. This process repeated, as a second crap pushed through you and you carried out your body’s sole function. As the second log dropped into the water below, you were left with residual poop on your body.
“Now, what did we learn here today?” the prince asked in a condescending tone. “Nobody disrespects me and gets away with it. And unfortunately for you I was in a particularly bad mood today. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of your new life, I’d suggest you get used to it. Or don’t. It’s not like it affects me in any way.” As you heard him chuckle, you also saw his hands reaching around with a wad of toilet paper as he unceremoniously cleaned you off before dropping the paper into the pool below. This really was all you had to look forward to now, wasn’t it? No future other than disposing of the cocky fox’s poop. You hoped that he would at least take good care of you... it was one of the few things that would make your existence even remotely bearable. As the fox stood up and began walking away, you were left to contemplate your fate as nothing but a fox’s asshole.