Prince Robert the Rock strode with his kilt flapping in the wind. He
pounded his great warhammer on the witch's castle door.
"Open up! I, Prince Robert, and I am here to rescue the princess!"
The witch cackled and turned to the me. She said, "Mirror, mirror,
here my plea, imprison the princess and give her guise to me!"
I gasp as cold silvery liquid envelopes me and pulls me back into the
mirror behind me. I stare in horror as evil Morgana's body shimmers
and suddenly, she is my identical twin. I pound on the glass
separating me from the room. I see my hand has become transparent
reflective silver, I am now part of the mirror.
The witch disguised as me lies down on the couch and feigns sleep. The
wooden door splinters under the relentless attack of Prince Robert's
war hammer. It took another ten minutes for Prince Robert to force
his way in. He had rugged Scottish looks. He looked around for guards
or the witch. Apparently, the princess had been left unattended. He
bent over her and kissed her. The witch lay still.
The mirror vibrated around me and spake, "Kiss is sometimes a
euphemism for sex, so bang the princess if you want to break her hex."
Robert grinned and lifted his kilt. He was naked underneath. I tried
to turn away, but my mirrored prison held me looking outward. Robert
was rock hard, and far from gentle as he raped what he thought was a
sleeping princess. The witch started to moan, and as the two orgasmed,
the hex was indeed broken. The princess vanished, and Robert found
himself embracing the witch Morgana.
"Robert the Rock, you are certainly stiff and hard, I think I will
keep you as a statue in my castle yard!"
"Wh-?" shouted Robert leaping up.
All the color drained out of his exposed flesh. He stiffened as his
body became marble.
The witch cackled. Morgana formed a fire ball in her hands, and threw
it at the statuesque prince. The fire enveloped his clothes, and soon
the smoky naked statue stood there surrounded by ashes that were
formerly his clothes. The witch's dwarves appeared to haul away her
newest garden sculpture.
"Mirror, Mirror, Show Me True, Which Prince Next Will Get His Due?"
I struggled to resist, but the mirror and I were bound together. I
felt and saw the image forming in us. A handsome young man with curly
black hair clad in a bright yellow doublet and silver hose with a
overly large codpiece appeared. He was riding a horse through the
pass which led to the castle.
"Mirror, Mirror, Release the princess to serve as bait, So that I can
can with the Italian prince mate."
I felt the mirror churn around me like a mealstrom, and cast me out on
the floor at the witch's feet. I shivered. I was so cold.
"You evil witch!" I screamed.
"Why thank you, but your flattery won't get you any special treatment.
Now get up to the tower. I think this time I will ensnare this
Italian stallion with a particularly hairy spell," Morgana said with a
grin.
She clapped her hands and I felt the floor melt beneath me. Suddenly,
I was falling. I landed on a hard stone service of the tower room. I
got to my feet and looked over the parapet. I could see the dwarves
positioning the new statue in the garden. I could hear hooves in the
distance, and waved and shouted to try to warn the next prince that he
was riding into a trap. The tower was too tall, he couldn't hear me.
Suddenly, the witch Morgana appeared in the room with her magic
mirror. She smiled at me and-