Prim the Demihuman To Be Auctioned

You awake in a barred cage, the hard floor of which is covered with a thin layer of dried straw. Some of it pokes your bare thigh uncomfortably, prompting you to shift and brush it away. Your now smaller hands are locked into a worn pair of manacles joined by chains to a heavy collar at your throat. You're some kind of prisoner, you determine, seeing other similar cages placed in a row to either side of yours, but all of them are empty.

Fortunately, you're not completely naked, though you're dressed in little more than a crude sack. You recognize the rough material of the short tunic-style dress as the typical garb of ownerless slaves at auction, and realize at once that's where you are. "Those bastard cowards," you spit angrily.

Your voice is soft and unfamiliar. It will require a lot of getting used to, as will the breasts hiding beneath your clothing; your bound arms keep brushing against them, irritating your apparently sensitive skin with the coarse material. It's then you notice you also have a tail. The long, fluffy tail of a red fox-tribe demihuman. You'd declared them lesser beings when you conquered their lands and endorsed the total enslavement of the race.

"I'm sure you're aware of the poetic nature of your punishment." A woman's voice. It's the same woman who gave you the poisoned drink, now dressed in a hooded cloak that makes her almost invisible in the shadows.

"You." You narrow your eyes at the woman. "I'll have you killed."

To your surprise, the woman simply laughs, throwing back the hood with the toss of her head. "Oh, you still think you have any power at all in this world. That won't last long, I'm sure." She produces a small pouch from inside her cloak, pouring something into her hand.

You open your mouth to retort but instead find yourself **** on a pink cloud of glittery powder the woman blew into your face. It stings your eyes and lungs, leaving you coughing and gasping on the floor of your cage as some kind of aggressive magic sinks into your blood, filling you with heat... and arousal.

"That one wasn't part of the job; I just don't like you. But don't worry, this one, unlike your new body, is temporary."

From somewhere nearby a loud voice proclaims an exciting final item up for auction, and the raven-haired woman smiles and lifts her hood back onto her head.

"Oh, before I go, you should know." She counts on her fingers as she continues, "You're under several enchantments that will keep you from telling any wild stories about yourself, your name is Prim, and you're a virgin! Which is actually really lucky for you because, as I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, this extra special body I designed for you is not going to want to stop once you pop that cherry. Fair warning!" She laughs and slips away into the shadows.

Your body feels strangely warm, lustful. You're familiar with lust, but this is... different. You feel empty, needy; ready to jump on someone. What has that bitch done to you?

A man appears at your cage with a key. He opens it and reaches into your cage to grab the front of your collar and haul you out.

"Alright, Prim. Main stage. Let's go."