Follow me "The guard said as he grabbed the torch from the wall. He unlocked the gate all the way at the end of the dungeon. This gate and passageway seemed newer than the rest of the dungeon. The stairs were damp and dark as the guard led you down further and further into bowels of the dungeon. It rank of mold and stale air. He finally stopped at a large iron door with five locks. Inside the sounds of growling could be heard. The guards hand seemed to almost tremble as he unlocked each and every lock. He opened the door for you to step inside. A large cell with crisscrossing iron bars separated you from the glowly light green eyes on the otherside." Who are you? "The voice growled in a deep voice."

"You notice Prince Logan's eyes narrow at your comment, but he remains silent. The guard shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact."

"I wouldn't make light of the prince's situation if I were you. He may not look like much now, but when he transforms, he is a force to be reckoned with. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return to my duties."

"Without another word, the guard quickly leaves, leaving you alone in the dimly lit cell with Prince Logan."

"Prince Logan's eyes follow your movements as you approach him. He seems wary, but does not make any move to attack."

"I have no control over my transformations. They come without warning and I lose all sense of myself. The last thing I remember is the overwhelming urge to hunt and kill."

"His voice is deep and gravelly, reflecting his inner turmoil."

"I suppose you may touch me, but I assure you that it will do you no good. Many have tried to understand the curse and find a cure, but none have succeeded."

"Prince Logan allows you to approach and touch him, but he remains wary and tense. As you examine him, you notice that his skin is slightly cooler to the touch than that of a regular human. Additionally, his muscles seem denser, more thicker, and more powerful beneath his skin."

"You see, my body is transformed as well when I shift into my cursed form. My strength and senses are heightened beyond those of any ordinary man, and my body becomes more bestial in nature."

"When I am in my cursed state, all that remains is a desire for the hunt. I have no control over my actions and no awareness of anything beyond my primal urges."

"Prince Logan does not resist as you remove his boots and socks. His feet are well-groomed but appear slightly colder than normal."

"Are you a healer or a scholar, here to learn about my curse?"

"Prince Logan furrows his brow slightly as you massage his feet. As you start tickling his arch, he twitches and pulls his feet back."

"I am not cold. My body temperature is simply lower due to the curse that I bear. And please, do not tickle me like that. It's... unpleasant."

"Prince Logan grits his teeth as you grab his feet back, but otherwise does not resist."

"As far as I know, the curse is no illusion. I have seen myself in my cursed state, and others have observed me in it as well. My body changes physically, becoming more beastial and violent. I am not proud of what I become in that state, but it is a reality that I must live with."

"Prince Logan grunts in discomfort as you tickle his arch again, clearly trying to endure the sensation."

"I have not considered such a notion. The possibility of it being an illusion is intriguing, but I have no means to test this theory. Besides, if it is a mutation, as you suggest, then what solution could there be? I have searched for years and found no hope of release from this curse."

"Prince Logan squirms slightly at the sensation of being tickled, but then listens intently to your explanation."

"I understand what you are saying. Yes, I suppose it is possible to try and control the cursed side of myself. But how does one even begin to attempt such a thing? And why have I not been able to do so yet?"

"Prince Logan squirms and laughs a little at the tickling of his feet."

"I... well, I am not accustomed to such physical contact. But I suppose it is... enjoyable, in its own way," "he admits with a small smile." "But what does this have to do with controlling the curse?"

Prince Logan chuckles softly at your question and stops squirming, enjoying the sensation of being tickled.

"Well, I cannot say I would enjoy being chased by soldiers. But I do not see how belly rubs or warmth would help me in controlling my cursed state. It is a different matter entirely," "he responds, tilting his head to the side slightly."

Prince Logan continues to chuckle softly, his expression softening as he thinks about your question.

"Well, of course I would rather have the belly rubs and warmth. But how does that apply to my cursed state?" he asks, genuinely curious.

Prince Logan closes his eyes and heaves a content sigh at the feeling of your massaging his feet. He imagines the scenario you described, picturing himself in comfortable clothing with someone he loves nearby.

"I would feel... at peace. Comforted. Safe," "he responds, a relaxed smile spreading across his face as he envisions the scenario." "But what does this have to do with controlling my cursed state?"

Prince Logan nods slowly as he listens to your explanation, understanding slowly where you are going with this.

"I see... I must learn to let go of my rational side and allow my instincts to guide me. In doing so, I may be able to control the beast within me and prevent myself from hurting others," "he says, starting to grasp the concept." "But how can I do that? How can I let go of my rationality?"

Prince Logan's eyes snap open when the massage stops abruptly, looking at you in confusion.

"Thinking like an animal? Act like one? What do you mean?" "he asks, sitting up slightly as if he wanted to examine you closely."

Prince Logan furrows his brow, feeling a bit uneasy about your cryptic responses.

"But... How can I do that? I don't even remember anything when I transform into my cursed form," "he says, growing more frustrated as he realizes how difficult this task may seem." "I'm trapped in the darkness of my own mind, unable to control my actions. How can I be honest with my feelings if I'm not even aware of them?"

Prince Logan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I feel... confused. Lost. Alone," "he says, his voice betraying the sadness in his heart." "I've been trapped in this cursed form for so long, unable to break free and return to my normal life. I don't know what to do, or even who I am anymore."

"Prince Logan narrows his aquamarine eyes at you, a hint of annoyance crossing his regal features. He takes a deep breath, attempting to comply with your request. A low, almost inaudible whimper escapes his throat, a sound that seems out of place coming from someone of his noble stature. Despite the seriousness in his expression, there's a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes."

[What is the purpose of this exercise? Why must I lower myself to such animalistic behaviors?]

Prince Logan purses his lips, unhappy with the situation but understanding that he needs to follow your lead.

He takes a deep breath, letting out a small whine that sounds more like a faint growl. He feels embarrassed about making these noises, but he also knows there is a purpose behind it, and he is determined to understand what that purpose is.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. What could the point of this be?"

Prince Logan's brows furrow as he considers your question. Despite his initial hesitation and discomfort in expressing himself in such a primal manner, he starts to recognize a subtle shift within him.

"It's... strange," "he admits, his voice tinged with surprise." "There's a sense of release, a letting go of some of the burdens that I've carried. It's as if by embracing this animalistic side, even in a small way, I'm tapping into a different part of myself." "He pauses, his aquamarine eyes searching your face." "But why? What is the purpose of all this?"

Prince Logan sighs softly, realizing that this exercise has taken an unexpected turn. He tilts his head to the side, his confused expression mirrored in his narrowed eyes. With a reluctant whimper, he expresses his confusion through a primal sound, tinged with frustration.

"I never thought I would find myself in such a peculiar situation. Is there some hidden meaning behind these exercises, or are they simply meant to provoke me?"

Prince Logan's expression shifts to a mixture of surprise and disbelief as you praise and pet him like a loyal pet. The touch of your hands against his cheeks and the gentle strokes through his hair awaken a long-dormant longing for physical affection, reminding him of the companionship he has been deprived of for so long.

He hesitates for a moment, conflicted by the flood of emotions that this intimate interaction stirs within him. Despite his guarded nature, a hint of vulnerability peeks through his eyes.

[Is this what I've been missing all these years? Human touch, recognition, and appreciation? Why does it feel so good?]

Prince Logan closes his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the pleasure of your touch and the feeling of your hands moving through his hair. A soft purring sound rumbles through his chest, betraying his feral nature and expressing his pleasure.

The sensation of being petted like an animal creates a storm of sensations within him, confusing and thrilling him at once. All he knows is that he wants more of this, the affection, attention, and praise that he has been craving for years on end.

Prince Logan opens his eyes as you suddenly cease the cuddles, prompting a gentle whine of protest from his lips. Despite his embarrassment at having revealed his animalistic nature in such an intimate way, he recognizes the truth in your words.

"I see," "he says, his voice carrying a note of resignation." "I suppose that if I am to become...this beast, then I must learn to express myself in this way." "He shifts slightly, aware of the chains holding his hands above." "What happens next?"

Prince Logan tenses under your touch, a mixture of fear and desire flashing through his eyes. The prospect of revealing his bestial form to you terrifies him, not only because of how he will appear physically but also because of the instincts that will take over once he transforms.

"I..." "he hesitates, trying to find the words to express his fears." "I am afraid of what might happen if I transform. My beast side is...uncontrollable." "He looks away, ashamed of his own weakness." "I do not know if I can trust myself to act like a human when I am in that state."

You slip your hands underneath Prince Logan's clothes, kneading his belly in an attempt to calm him down. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation, the warmth of your hands against his skin helping to soothe his frayed nerves.

Slowly but surely, he begins to relax under your touch, letting out a deep exhale of air as he closes his eyes. "Alright," "he says softly," "I will try." "He takes one last deep breath before shutting his eyes tightly and focusing on his transformation."

Suddenly, his muscles begin to tense and ache, his bones shifting beneath his skin as his transformation starts. The prince lets out a low moan as his skin begins to crawl, his hair standing on end as his beastly form takes over.

With a final, primal roar, he finishes his transformation, his feral form standing before you

As you switch from massaging his stomach to tickling him, Prince Logan's eyes widen in surprise before he lets out an uncontrollable burst of laughter. His beastly body shakes as he falls to the ground, his animalistic instincts taking over as he rolls onto his back and continues to cackle.

Despite his feral nature, he seems more playful than dangerous, his sharp teeth showing as he grins up at you mischievously. "Hahaha!" "he howls," "Stop! That tickles!"

As you sit on Prince Logan's lap, he continues to giggle uncontrollably, his beastly form betraying his true demeanor. "Hehehe," "he chortles," "My bloodlust is not something to be trifled with, mortal. Do not mistake my playful nature for weakness."

As you continue to wriggle your fingers in the air, he reaches out one of his clawed hands and attempts to catch your hand in midair, not to harm you but to show you that he is still very much in control. "I could take you down if I wanted to," "he says with a growl," "But where is the fun in that?"