Palador could feel the spirit flowing through him, everywhere it was seeping into every part of him. He struggled to resist; to somehow fight this, but nothing seemed to work. His will was mighty but he had no way of knowing what to do.
"Ooh, I see our puny prince getting some muscles," Queen Beth cooed lustfully.
Indeed it was true. Palador had always been a sickly prince, and had barely made it to age five. His parents were always doting on him, isolating him. As a result the prince had grown up pale and thin, with no strength or endurance to speak of. He was noble but never would have the strength to become a leader. Now his skinny arms were beginning to bulge. From everywhere at once, Palador could feel his body temperature rising, a growing sensation of strength and power flowed throughout him. He knew it at once, that wicked witch queen had made an err. She was improving him. Palador knew the trap before him, his resistance and strength of will had shown it to him. If he resisted, he would be trapped as her slave. But if he embraced the change....
"RAHH!" The Prince roared and the change accelarated, not resistance in his voice, but a cry of truimph.
His muscles bulge, his body going from pale sickliness to toned masculine perfection in moments. His tiny prick stood proud in his arousal at the transformation, already eight inches and growing. his nails were growing long and showing points. Hair was growing too, starting almost unnoticably on his chest and spread. It was golden. The prince was in need of a shave, sporting a beard of auburn the same of that now atop his head, but darker than that growing all over his body. As the hair spread, thickening into full fledged fur as small nub sprouted from the base of his spine and rapidly became a long sinuous tail. The tuft of fur on the end was obvious.
"No...NO!" Queen Beth screamed, "There aren't supposed to be any real nobles, damn it. You should be some simpering pig, not... not... a LION!"
Freeing himself from all of the restraints easily, Palador rises to his new impressive height. The anthro lion glares down at the evil queen. "Now. You free my family, and we leave this situation behind us with no more bloodshed. Otherwise, you leave me no choice." At this, he unsheathes his impressive claws, razor sharp across their fine length, his teeth glistening as he bares his fangs at her.
Beth snorts, looking at him defiantly, from the grin on her face she doesn't see this as a total loss. Not yet at least. "I bow to no one, your family is mine."
"A pity" Palador states, "but I will do what has to be done" Palador swings an arm back, readying for the killing strike.
He swipes, for a hard mercifully quick strike, but his claw is stopped, a low angry hiss sounding, as well as Beth's resounding snickering. "Good wererat, maybe you aren't so hideous." She chuckles as she places a hand on Galla's shoulder.
"Anything for you my queen. Stand back, as I take care of this mangy feline. Tonight, the rat feasts upon the cat" Galla grins her rows of razor sharp fangs at Palador. "Galla, snap out of it! You and I are siblings, brother and sister of blood, we can put an end to her evil!"
Palador struggles to free his claw from the grip of her hands gently. Galla lets out a shrieking giggle of glee. "FOOL! Her evil is my evil now!" With a thwack, she does a neat little flip, kicking Palador hard in the chin, sending him flying back into Queen Belle's table, the force of his heavy body and the brutal kick knocking it loose and tilting over onto the ground. "I will not kill you, my sister. I will contain you if I must, but you must see the light."
The two creatures begin to brawl, and meanwhile the Wicked Queen moves to her vials of potions, getting set another batch quick as she can. Thinking to herself how delightful of a result Galla yielded, she is totally unnoticed.
Palador rushes into Galla headfirst, tackling her into a wall, Galla lets out a soft outcry of pain, followed instantly by a sickening crack as some bones break. She is hurt, and Belle sees this. Furiously working the buckle, the damaged table gives her a little slack to work, and lo behold its enough. Freeing herself from her restraints, she runs to her hurt daughter. Monster or not, Belle fears for her child's life. "Palador, you must control yourself, she is hurt..." Palador steps back, kneeling beside Galla as he examines her, neither of them seeing Wicked Queen Beth starting the horrid transformation process again, this time upon the good Queen Belle...
"MOTHER! WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU!" yells her elder son from his table.