Morgana sits beside me with a plateful of dark, chocolate cake. It looks absolutely delicious. My family were only able to afford cake once a year while I was growing up and I cherished it everytime. This cake however I was wary of. I have heard tell from the town baker that some chocolate cake is so deliciously sinful it can turn a cleric into a servant of the devil. I had always laughed at such a notion but right now I'm worried that he might be right.
"I just love chocolate cake don't you?" Morgana licks her lips whilst she cuts the cake into quarters and dishes it out. "There is this baker in Crescentown who makes these gorgeous cakes. We have this deal: I keep him well stocked with milk, eggs and flour, in return I get cake!"
Crescentown is MY hometown! Thats my baker! The sorceress has been to my home town and I never even knew.
"I'm telling you his cakes are soo sinfully delicious. If I wasn't already a witch they'd probably have turned me!" she laughs seemingly having read my mind. She takes a big spoonful of cake and continues talking with a full mouth. The Princess can barely hide her disgust. "I whole heartedly recommend visiting Crescentown if only for the cake! In fact, thats exactly where I got this cake just the otherday."
Whew! So the cake is safe to eat, thats a good thing as I was tempted to eat it eitherway. I couldn't ask for a better last meal, I mean, if it comes to that.
"SO..uh... is that why you..." how should I put it? "..keep so many animals? To trade?" I inquire as I take my first few bites.
"Yes, of course. I certainly don't eat them, I'm a vegetarian." Well thats one of the rumors about her proved false. I'd been told she turns men into chickens and cooks them alive after plucking out all their feathers.
"So what are the pigs for?" asks the Princess deadpan, "If you don't eat them what good are they to you?"
"Why Sara my dear, I think you already know," I can sense some tension between them. Well, more tension.
"I keep them because they are a great source of manure to help my crops grow!" Well that explains it. I'd been wondering too.
"I have to say you ladies have some competition! This cakes almost as gorgeous as you," I proclaim trying not to sound too nervous but my ploy backfires. The witch sat beside me places a hand on my leg whilst laughing at my little jest. My cheeks feel fiery, I must be blushing like a school girl.
"Oh you!" Morgana says.
Princess Sara notices the hand on my leg and raises an eyebrow. Staring at me accusingly with a teethy smile on her face she says "Looks like he does have some charisma after all!" The Princess is digging into her cake now and has overtaken me. She's almost finished! I suppose when you can have cake everyday you don't savor every bite so much. "Say Morgana does this cake 'ave alcohol in it?" I can hardly believe it but the Princess has taken on some common mannerism. I chuckle as I take another bite.
"Why I believe it does. Is that a problem for you? Is daddies little girl not allowed near the strong stuff?" Morgana jokes. I think they're both getting a little drunk and silly.
"o' course not," The Princess says, "I was just wonderin' if you have anymore!" and we all burst into laughter! Strange as tonights been I'm having a really good time.
"Oh you know I do. We'll go get it from my room when we're done with the cake! Are you sure our little friend is old enough though?" she pats my thigh and gives me a cheeky lookin' smile. I'm too shy to say anything. I'm only 20 and they're both four or more years older than me.
"I won't tell his parents if you don't!" The Princess laughs.
We finish our cake and head back to Morgana's room. By now she's insisting we call her Megan (its her real name from before she became a witch) and I'm on a first name basis with Sara. They're both still calling me their "little friend" most of the time and laughing hysterically. We sit on the floor at the end of Megan's bed and the girls take turns mixing drinks for us. Meg's got a huge selection. She tells us all about herself. How she used to be a Princess, how she studied under a number of sorcerers and mages. One in particular she mentions. Guy named Sir Grumold, adviser to the royalty of the city state of Mauskeep. We talk late into the night but eventually I conk out on her bed. The last thing I remember saying to them was telling them to "kiss and make up" for something I don't remember. They did kiss... or I dreamed it.
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I wake up now, still on Megan's bed. Lying with arms and legs outstretched taking up the whole bed. No hangover at all, she said she'd cast a spell to prevent it. She also told us to stop her from using magic while she's drunk but I'm glad we didn't stop that. As I come to I realize I'm quite naked. In fact, I think I'm stark naked. My crotch feels really cold and exposed to the world. I try to close my legs but I can't move them. It feels as if the cold is cutting deep inside me. I try to move my arms but they won't budge either. Looking up I can see my arms are chained to the bed posts. This could all be a joke or it could be really bad. Megan really didn't seem to have anything sinister planned last night. My lower half is still really cold. I try to look down but can't see much past my chest. The girls might treat me like a boy but theres no denying that I have hairs on my chest. What I do see though is Megan standing in the doorway with Sara's arms wrapped round her waist.
"Morning sleepy head," smiles the tall, dark Megan dressed in nothing but a black robe.
"Where's our little friend?" the smaller, naked, blonde girl smirks.
For a moment I wonder what she means. Then I realize I can't feel my penis, or my testicles and I start to worry. As soon as they notice my moment of recognition Sara lets go of Morgana , walks forward and says...
"Here he is!" I'm shocked to see an erect penis between her legs where her pussy should be and I realize why my crotch feels cold, open and damp.