Morgana turned pale. Ghostly white even. The color of a full moon, I thought. Something she'd be seeing
frequently from now on.
She turned to me and Maedel looking terrified. The witch I always thought was in control looking terrified was
the scariest thing I'd seen.
The King was already laughing. Gloating that whatever fate she befell was brought on by herself.
Morgana's legs began to give way and she seemed to fall backwards in slow motion. Her head tilting up to look
at the ceiling. Her raven black hair seemed to hang in position above and behind her head with her arms as her
head sank down. Her legs seemed to disappear together. Her jaw was wide open. Looking dislocated. Her skin
took on a reflective sheen. Her arms were wrapped in her hair and bent awkwardly. Her body and head fused
together in a smooth and wide, thoroughly bizarre shape above the narrow white shape that was her legs. Her
mouth now impossibly wide. Her eyes and fore head seemed to bend and stretch to look at her wide mouth as that
part of her head flattened to rest against the black rectangle that was her arms and hair. It was obvious now
what she was to become but I didn't want to believe. A pipe went from the black box to the curvy white shape
now much easier to recognize. A white porcelain bowl, her impossibly large mouth the opening. Her lips,
separated slightly were a seat. Her eyes and forehead the lid, two painted on eyes and a nose on the inside
facing. On the blank tank was a silver hand shaped flusher, palm facing up, the only part of her unchanged.
Morgana the powerful witch was a toilet.
"Oh Morgana. You are a wicked and dirty woman to use such a spell." said the King as he approached her
unbuckling his belt as he did so. He turned and dropped his trousers showing Morgana his full moon. I could
see her painted eyes moving. He sat on her lips. There was an audible kiss before the trickling sound as he
pissed into her mouth and the sound of a wet fart.
When he was done he stood and closed the lid.