As we rode back to Morgana's I couldn't help but think about "Queeny." Mostly because she wouldn't keep quiet,
constantly humming or making rude noises with her armpit. At one point she sat on Morgana the toilet and
proclaimed her a throne fit for a Queen. I admit her antics were amusing and I had to keep reminding myself
who she really was to suppress my smile which made try to act the fool even more. Of course she had never been
our real mother, who died when we were much too young to remember, but Rachel had raised us like her own
children and I couldn't remember a time without her being there. Whilst father was off running the Kingdom we
were taught to act with dignity and pride by her. She encouraged Andrew to become the brave Prince he was and
was ever so proud of him. I'd looked up to her ass she taught me how a Princess should look and act. she
dressed me in the nicest clothes and taught me how to dance. It wasn't until I matured that I rebelled against
her a bit. I'd always thought she was intelligent and that me and her could help father run the country as he
was always so busy but she said no "Kingdoms are for Kings" and other such nonsense. It was around this time I
learnt that she wasn't of noble birth and that made the way she acted so high and mighty seem all the more
ridiculous and pretentious. Foolish. Now she was a fool through and through.
When Arn complained of being too cold Queeny stepped up and gently pulled a piece of material from her ear.
She kept pulling further and further and the tiny piece of pink material grew larger and larger as it came
out further from her head. Giving one last tug Queeny freed the clothing from her head shook it, holding it in
front of her. It was a garish pink and yellow dress in a similar diamond pattern to Queeny's own attire. The
hem was frilly and childish but Arn had little choice but to wear it. Dissatisfied and uncomfortable, Arn made
the mistake of asking "What about underwear?" and Queeny quickly pulled a cotton diaper from behind her back.
In a moment she'd knocked Arn onto her back and raised her legs into the air.
"H-hey, watch it. No I don't need to wear those!" Arn protested.
"Hush little girl you've already made one mess and we wouldn't want you to ruin such a pretty dress!" Queeny
said as she expertly diapered Arn. As she finished she pulled Arns head up and held it to her plentiful
breasts.
We finally arrived at Morganas house in the woods. It took both me and Arn to carry Morgana the toilet into
the house. I immediately got to work trying to find any spell that might help in her books while Arn went to
look for less humiliating clothes. She returned shortly after complaining she couldn't take off her diaper.
One problem at a time Arn. We continued looking through the spell books, even Queeny seemed to help. Soon my
concentration was interrupted by a terrible smell. I looked at Arn accusingly who protested "It wasn't me."
There was a loud flushing sound and we turned to see a bare bottom Queeny standing over Morgana. I was angry
at her for acting such a fool "Get away from there. You aren't helping!" I pulled her by the wrists.
"Ooo Is Sara going to spank?" she asked and my anger was such that I didn't even register the taunt. she'd
been nothing but trouble and wasn't even trying to fight what I thought were foolish compulsions like she had
when she first came to us in the jail. I sat and pulled her over my knee. Spanking her until her bottom was
red.
"That's it. Yeeouch! Let... uhn... It... Out" She said between smacks on her bottom. She seemed to be in pain
and excited at the same time. Admittedly, I was quite excited too. I spanked her because I was annoyed with
her lack of shame. I spanked her because she kept flaunting her body at me. I spanked her because she could
see right through me. I spanked her because I felt ashamed and I couldn't admit to myself that a part of me
envied her lack of decency, shame or regret. I spanked her because a part of me was attracted to her and other
women. I stopped.
"Do you feel better now, lost little lamb?" She asked and I nodded.
Soon we found a potion that looked hopeful and we carefully mixed the ingredients. Maedel and the guards
arrived just in time to witness us pour in the last ingredient and the potion was ready. I stood over Morgana
and poured it into her mouth. We all held our breath in anticipation. Morgana might thank us for changing us
back or she may have us turned into toilets for using her like one. We had to take the chance. We waited for
the change to begin. It didn't. Maedel opened up the book, her finger tracing through the ingredients.
"It needs one more thing," she said, "a kiss with feeling..."
A mischievous smile crept over Queeny's face and she pushe me by the back of the head towards the toilet.
Maedel, realizing the plan held my arms and helped push me down.
"What? I don't have feelings for Morgana! this is ridiculous!" I cried, embarrassed.
"Pucker up Princess" said Queeny as she squashed my cheeks toghether, forcing my lips out into a cartoonish
shape of a kiss.
As my lips touched the seat glittering sparks of light filled the air around the toilet and soon Morgana was
squatting where the toilet had sat. Her head tilted up. Lips puckered for a kiss from me.