Start being such a Princess

Ashur stepped off the carriage to view the front of the big goblin manor. The Prince had been travelling for some time. He was told to keep away and simply wait for orders from Raithe, his mistress, but he just couldn’t resist himself the moment word travelled that something bad had happened in Fennek. He took it as the perfect excuse to act a teeny bit defiant and make his way over to meet her and the rest of the party.

I can’t wait to tell her all the stuff I did that she asked me to. I did so much, so she shouldn’t mind that I showed up without asking.

He brightened as he walked up to the closed gate and saw a tinge of white-tipped ears and red eyes. Before he could get too excited Ashur saw blonde, pale skin and a familiar, toned body. It was Teuta, only she was carrying herself with sleek Artifice-made legs. Arms of similar smooth design crossed under her generous chest.

“Teuta? Open this gate.” He demanded haughty.

“Why are your arms and legs replaced?” He wondered aloud flippantly as she opened the gate for him and took a few long steps back. As soon as he asked that, a wide smile grew across her lips. She stared down at the Prince with her red eyes in a way that shook him. He saw the familiar marking above her pubic area and relaxed, content that there was nothing she could do to harm him.

If she does something that she believes, or even thinks will cause me harm it will cause her distress and pain. This means that she has to act in my best interest, no matter what. Furthermore… He inspected her closely.

Does she have the same ears and tails as Mistress Raithe? I thought that the process would take a long time. I haven’t even gotten my ears, yet. He lamented while approaching her.

“Teuta, where is Miss Raithe? I assume you are both well acquainted? I need to-” He stopped and gulped loudly. She was still just staring down at him hungrily and haughty in a way she never had before, and should never be able to.

“What has gotten into you?” He asked coarsely.

She restrained herself a bit longer. She stepped aside and let him pass, following closely behind. He cringed a little each time he heard her heavy footfalls right behind him. It was more like a tail than an escort.

“She wouldn’t be expecting you. No one was.”

“Y-yes, well-”

“No one wants you here. Everyone was fine. So what are you doing? What is so important that you’d act like this?” Teuta questioned harshly. Ashur turned around and glared at her sharply. She stopped and leaned back. He smirked.

“You can’t talk to me that way. Not now, not ever. Now… I suppose I can tell you that, as she commanded, I poisoned that old mage, despite the fact that he was one of my supporters in the Academy. I’m sure she’ll say I did well. I also-” He stopped as she rested her metal hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“I, uh…” He began to sweat a little, then yelped as she squeezed tighter.

“Ow! You-” He grew pale as it dawned on him.

“You hurt me?” The marking on her belly seemed dim, like all the magic and power in it had been stripped out. The process of becoming a fox could have something to do with it. He did not have the luxury of considering the details. He tried to break free of her grip only to be turned around and bent forward. She placed a hand on the back of his neck and pinched him to pull him along, like a mother moving a pup where she liked.

“Ow! Owowo! Teuta, stop this at once! You are supposed to be my-”

“Knight? Then why do I feel zero loyalty towards you? It’s almost as if all that I was was being restrained by that mark. That you would have no one following you if not for the power you held over them, or the advantage your position offered.”

“Stop…” He begged.

“Almost like no one wants you. Isn’t that what you think? If you didn’t **** others to be around you, if you didn’t bring down those who could compete, if you didn’t do everything you could to secure things that people would want-”

“I- I told you that in confidence!” He whined as she let him go in the shed, throwing him onto the floor. She let out a sigh as she looked down over his delicate, slender body.

“At least you found a way to look cuter.” The former Knight shrugged, stepping towards her with those heavy metal footfalls on stone that made him cringe. She knelt down, touching his face with her metal hand.

“It still doesn’t change the fact that the Hero would never want you in his sights. That means that the Mistress would never want you around her. Understand? Beginning to see that you aren’t wanted here, Prince?”

“No…” He cried, tearing up.

“I don’t want you here. You’re forcing me to miss something wonderful. She is embracing all of her new creations and I could have been there, but I knew that I would need to be here to take care of you. Now I miss it… For you. Not worth it.” She huffed, shaking her head. Ashur shook his head hard, suggesting that it could not be true. She chuckled and reached for his hair, then began to slide over him.

“Since you are, and since you made it so that I can’t have any fun… I’ll have fun with you, instead. Just like old times, Prince Ashur.”

“Th-that doesn’t sound so bad.” He whimpered hopefully, noting that he could not move beneath her weight, plus the added weight of the limbs. His member was trapped under her rear and he began squirming to get free as it grew in response to the stimulation.

She stopped. “Then I suppose I need to do better.” She suddenly stood up. He heard a shing sound and saw a blade at her wrist. Before he even knew what happened, his clothing was in shreds and he started to scream. He was stifled by a foot on his face. It was bare. The heel portion was lifted, but he could feel the spike against his neck. Deadly. It would have been a quick and easy end for him. Though the foot was metal in appearance it actually felt soft, and showed flexibility in the grey toes.

“Goblins have interesting tastes. They want their servants to be deadly, but look good. They want the style… But also the function. Therefore these hands are soft on the inside with some warmth, but they are ornate and armour-like on the outside. These feet are soft around the toes and the pads, but the heel is sharp and solid. It is a body of many contradictions that all work together. Her magic, whatever that is, improved it exponentially, along with how I am able to use them.” She explained, lifting her foot once he stopped screaming. She abruptly stomped down between his slender legs.

“A-ahh…” Ashur felt his ghost leave his body as he both saw and felt her sharp heel graze his little sack. He was shaking and lifted his hands to cover his face as the soft part lowered from that axis and pressed his small member to his stomach. She stroked it and squished it against his soft belly as Ashur squirmed. He uncovered his face and grabbed his dark hair, instead. He stared up into her eyes, but those eyes were useless to someone that did not have it in them to negotiate.

“I-It’s too much… I-I’m close.” He whined.

“Already?” She was surprised.

“Suppose it’s not a surprise. About as bad as I remember. Honestly… You shouldn’t even need this thing anymore.” She taunted, continuing to stroke his cock against his belly with the tiny thing between her toes. She rubbed up until she met the head, then back, over and over. When he was very close, and she could feel he was, she curled her heel up, scraping it against the stone like nails on a chalkboard. She scooped up under his sack. The twin orbs drooped over the stiletto.

“Hmm.” She looked at him. Ashur was covering his mouth as he stared up at her.

“You did come all this way, didn’t you?” He nodded ecstatically. Teuta smiled.

“You should get something for taking this trip and doing everything she asked you to, right?” He nodded again. Teuta chuckled heartily, looking down her nose at him cruelly.

“How about… being closer to her?” She asked.

“Yes!” He blurted out.

“I want that!”

“Don’t regret it.” Teuta offered cryptically, licking her lips. She pressed his cock into his stomach hard, stomping with her foot and mashing. His body shook and wriggled as he came up his stomach. She kept massaging him that way with her foot, playing with him. It was so stimulating that he did not even feel his balls pulling tight to his skin and his member shrinking beneath her foot. He did not notice even as those two orbs shrunk inside and the sack flattened and pulled tight into a cute, soft taint. As the cock shrunk and shrunk and grew redder and less defined until it was a tiny nub with a soft hood at the head of a cute slit within a puffy mons. She did not notice until Teuta lifted her foot and pressed down into her new cunt.

“Guuoh!” She groaned, twitching and arching her back up from the floor.

“M-my-” She reached down and squealed with a squeaky voice desperately as she did not feel anything there but a tight dripping hole and a smaller one above.

“Ahh… Noo…” She whined, wiggling her hips as Teuta kept her foot there. She finally removed it. Ashur would not be mistaken to think she was getting a break, but as Teuta grabbed something and turned around she was wearing a long, thick, curled artifice cock with the same softness as the bottoms of her feet or her palm. She gulped.

Teuta’s eyes rolled up and glazed as she entered the former Prince from behind. As Ashur mewled she felt a connection, a rush as her soul connected with hers and began to shape it and replicate parts of herself onto his. Slowly as she pushed her rear back over Teuta’s cock she began to shake and show signs of changing. Teuta saw something starting to poke through and rubbed her tailbone with her thumb as she continued fucking Ashur into the ground. Her eyes widened happily and she leaned back as a big tail sprouted long, then puffed up with two soft layers of blonde, then black fur. It was the same with her ears which became tall black fox ears filled with blonde tufts to represent the woman that triggered her final change. Teuta bent over her slender back, pulled her tail aside and hooked her hinges into Ashur’s drooling mouth as she felt herself getting close.

Th-this gift… Being able to feel from the artifice as if it’s my own limb… It’s such a blessing. I could do so much with myself. Do so much with this girl here… Her eyes lit up with desire, but she grabbed her head and shook it off.

“No… This is enough.” She pulled her hands free and rubbed them together as they came back slick with drool. She looked down and pulled her cock most of the way out curiously to see it extremely slick. She grinned.

“My my, ashur. You make such a generous and needy girl, Ashur. We should’ve done this to you ages ago. Do you like it?”

She shuddered. “I-I don’t-”

“You’re more like her now.”

She nodded cutely the moment Teuta said that. “I like it!” She looked over her shoulder with a precious, flush expression and offered in a tone far more humble than Ashur had ever made while she was a he:

“Th-thank you Teuta. S-sorry.”

Teuta laughed and pushed her cock deep, plunging Ashur’s virgin insides. She let herself go, pushing fluid from the artifice member into her. It did not do anything, except expand and grow inside to swell her belly and look like a hefty load. As with most things, it was style over function.

“Oooh, don’t worry. ‘My Prince.’ You have an eternity to make it up to us, now, right?”

She collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and panting. As Teuta heard a commotion outside she pulled her cock free and detached it quickly, stuffing it into Ashur’s rear for safe-keeping.

“Keep that safe for me, Princess. I need to see what’s going on outside… The Mistress seems distressed, as does the Hero. This could be bad.”

Ashur nodded dreamily, her tail wagging as the plug stopped, showing a little medallion with a red heart symbol over her twitching hole. Her tail wagged in the air as she caught her breath and agreed.

“K-keep it safe. Make it up to them…”