You race down the hall, heart hammering, stomach fluttering. You feel your pussy lips rubbing together a bit, the feeling so different from a ballsack's swing. So hot and wet... Wait... wet? Doesn't that mean I'm --
Aroused? Panic flashes through your mind. Are you in heat!? You don't know much about vulpine breeding cycles. But the thought makes you run faster, your nimble paws carrying you past door after door. But the more you run, the hotter you become. Unbeknownst to you, your body is interpreting this as a game, lending you fleetness now so that your surrender will be the sweeter once you finally let the todd mount you.
At last you come to the end of the hall. Through an open arch, you faintly see stairs leading up.
Damn it I came the wrong way! You'd been trying to find the exit, of course, but ran deeper into the mansion instead in your fear. And from behind comes the todd's laugh.
"Wanting to be chased, are you?"
You feel your tail start to lift, an itch to get down on all fours filling your limbs. To present yourself to your mate.
No! You can't give in, and with a burst of adrenaline you overcome your lust and dash up the stairs. It is completely dark except for extremely faint flashes of lightning piercing down the spiral well. No point going back with him between you and the doors; maybe you can lose him up here. Unlikely as that is with this, presumably, being his dwelling.
For a moment you do wonder if you've lost him, since the corkscrew of the stairs means he can't see you. Panting -- in lust and fear, not exhaustion, as your already athletic body has grown even more powerful -- you look around, finally taking the time to ascertain your surroundings. It's dim, but your sharp vulpine eyes, night-vision much enhanced, can pick out several doors along a corridor, offering you a chance to hide, and possibly shimmy down from a window.
You pick a door and run for it as you hear the fox-man's claws clicking across the stones at the foot of the stairwell.