I wake up. Still Trapped in my cage. Serath didn't come back after he went to the witches room last night. I can only imagine what happened to him.
"Good morning Princess," the bitch is back. "I had a visitor last night. Little piglet got fucked by a boar again for her troubles!" Her cackling makes me cringe.
"So... bacon sandwich for breakfast?" she asks. I am mortified. She wouldn't would she? He was a human being!
"Oh don't look so serious! I'm a vegetarian!" her joke was far from funny.
"So I thought we could have a little 'me and you' time today. We've been living together for a week and I hardly know you."
Living together? I've been her prisoner! If she seriously think that we can bond in any meaningful way she's mistaken.
"I suppose if your ever going to even think of me as more than an evil tyrant I should explain my self"
Go on then!
"For years I and many women have been put down. When I was a child my dream was to become a knight. I wanted to help and protect the innocent. Instead I was ridiculed and laughed at because women could not do such things. It was our place to find husbands and make babies. Not to contribute anything more meaningful," she seemed genuinely hurt and distressed. Part of me understood what she meant.
"You see I was a Princess and an only child. When my parents died I was left with the kingdom but could not rule ir as I was 'just a woman'. No prince would take me. They all thought I was mad because of my need to show that women were more than just eye candy and baby factories, These Princes looked down on me and thought they were so important, so high above me. I had to change that. By giving up my claim to the throne I earned a handsome sum which I used to pay all manner of sorcerors, witches, magicians and mages to teach me their ways so I might get back at the people who lookec down on me. It seemed only natural to attack the Prince's who held the fate of Princesses, like me, in there hands and the best way to hurt them... to make them realise they are not the Gods they think they are, was to change them into animals! The arrogance of them! Thinking they are some how above us women because they can make us pregnant? It is ludicrous and I cannot stand for it!"
It made sense. I couldn't argue with that but to change Prince's such as Serath. Men who were the very pinnacle of what is right, of human existence, did not seem right to me. It was not natural.
I have to argue with her. Not all men are as terrible as she makes out. "I understand but to change a man like Serath who is simply doing what he thinks is right goes against the very standards you set."
"You're still thinking with your heart," she counters, "Do you think a man like Serath, that is so respectful of traditions that he came alone to rescue you like the Prince's of fairy tales, would be open to change and female empowerment? He would not. Just like he would not accept that women may not fall in love with men."
What is she getting at now?
"It is entirely possible for a woman to love another woman," my heart flutters, "You're a strong woman Sara and I respect that. I must admit I'm quite enthralled by you but I can't understand why you obsess over a man that was completely oblivious to your intellect."
I don't understand either.
"I suppose it could be because I was brought up that way," I admit. It certainly would make sense. It all starts to make sense. By turning Serath into a feeble, helpless sow, subject to the whims of a strong and dominate boar he is put into a parallel position of us Princesses. He experiences life in a similar, albeit extreme way as I have and it seems only fair. Karmic.
"Morgana...I understand what you're doing," I say slowly, "but I cannot condone it. Serath was my friend, my world. I could never love you or give you pleasure!"
With that she smiles and I worry.
"You are strong Sara but misguided." she draws a wand from between her ample bosom. "You'll agree with me soon enough even if I have to make you!"
KAZZZAPPP!!!
She's cast a spell on me. I can't feel my arms. The whole world seems to grow before my eyes. I feel my dress slip from my shoulders folloed by my brassiere. My panties slip to the ground and I am totally naked and still shrinking. I am too transfixed on Morgana's wicked grin to notice mt legs fuse together and clitoris move and engorge into a large spherical nub below my waist. My blonde lockes have disappeared and my entire body below my neck seems to be one long tube from my shoulders down. Morgana stands like a giant above me and I am still in a cage a foot above the ground! I must only be inches tall and the only part of me I can move is my head and neck!
"What have you dont to me?" I squeek not quite believing how high pitched my voice is.
"Oh don't be so naive. You're a dildo. I find it more fun with someone else and its not like you'd have othered to quash my lust freely!" she reaches into the cage and picks me up. I feel so small. Her entire hand wraps around my body easily and being in her firm grip feels good. Exciting.
"Don't worry though. You're body is now as sensitive as a mans penis, maybe more so. Eitherway I'm sure you'll enjoy it too" she squeezes me and my mouth waters. I can smell her feminine aroma. Right now all I want is to bury my head in her musk.
"Hehehe" she giggles, "I just realised. Right now your more of a man than Serath is!!"
Serath the sow. I used to want his penis now I am one and he on the other hand has a vagina. I want to be in his vagina. Why am I even thinking that? I'm dribbling now.
"Looks like someone can't wait. Lets see what shall we do first?"