The fox-hunter

A nobleman with a penchant for fox-hunting. He regularly sets out on his horse with his trio of mechanical hounds - the designs most recently shown favour by the emperor - to pursue a new catch, roaming through the forests following his synthetic pets before returning to his manor, satisfied.

You can tell yourself that you would be doing good here, if you wanted to. That by offering yourself up to this man, by bringing his attention to you in particular, you are preventing him from killing more of the foxes you hold some kinship with. But that would be a half-truth at best; it's not what excites you.

Your tails are beautiful, luscious. They signify your strength and age. You shudder, feeling yourself moisten, at the thought of them instead becoming signifiers of your lowness. That they would become proof that you are nothing more than prey, a pretty piece of meat to be chased and caught at the hunters' pleasure. The overturning of such a fundamental aspect of the life you've lived thus far... you want that.

But of course, you can't be certain that the man will treat you the way you want. You could simply reshape his mind wholly, but the point of this is that you want to give up such control. Which is why you'll start first by testing the waters, so to speak. A simple piece of magic, entering the man's dreams to see how he reacts. You will also give him a general knowledge of who and what you are and what you want as you enter, of course, but what he makes of it is all up to him.

You exhale, foxfire flickering on the tips of your tails.