Morgana stood up and everyone in the room seemed to grow a little smaller.
"Now which one of you should I punish first?" she said.
Maedel, Arn and myself dropped to our knees and begged.
"Don't change me again mistress! I have enough curses as it is! I might never be able to change back. I'll do
anything" Maedel pleaded.
"Please spare us! We did our best to change you back! It was the King who made us use you!" Arn said.
"We've got more important things to worry about! There is a dragon after you!"
"Enough!" we knelt silently, unmoving, not wanting to draw attention.
Morgana looked first at Maedel, "Yes you will do anything for me," she flicked her wrist and a cupboard
opened. A collar floated out and wrapped itself around Maedels throat. "You will serve me as my slave in
anyway I ask until I see fit to let you go. If you serve obediently I will try to remove your curses. Should
you refuse or displease me you'll spend your days as an outhouse for the closest Inn. If you agree to my terms
get on you hands and knees and beg to kiss my ass!"
Maedel did so and was soon kissing Morgana's exposed rear. "Good. That was your punishment for using me like a
toilet. You can expect punishment for taunting me as you did so soon."
Arn was next. Morgana looked her over noticing the childish jester dress and diaper. "Your going to need
those," she smirked. Arn's stomach began gurgle loudly and her diaper was soon drooping awkwardly. She seemed
slightly younger and shorter to my eyes and offensive to my nose. Still, I didn't cover my nose, not wanting
to risk moving and incur Morgana's wrath.
I was next. "Sara, I know the dragon. She is my adopted daughter, Ariadne. She should have found me and
changed me back, so something must have happened to her. For changing me back yourself and sharing your wine
in the cell, which i much appreciated," I didn't want to think about why she appreciated that so much, "I
suppose I should reward you in some way,"
"Well, Ariadne changed my step mother into this," I waved at Queeny, "this ridiculous buffoon."
Queeny bowed down low, "Queeny the clown, your humble servant my lady. Being my new mistress, it is your right
to play with me."
Morgana gave Queeny a look of recognition and a deep laugh rose from her belly. "Wonderful! The new look
really suits you. You've finally found a position fit for your talents!"
She squeezed one of Queeny's rubbery boobs musically making the familiar Boing sound. "I suppose you want me
to change her back?" Morgana asked me and I nodded.
She raised her hands which glowed and shot a ball of energy which shattered on contact with Queeny!
"There's nothing I can do for her I'm afraid," Morgana said reluctantly.
"What? why? Is the magic to powerful?" I asked shocked.
"No. She doesn't want to change back. Her true self would rather stay this way."
I didn't know what to say and just looked at Queeny.
"I can't go back. The humiliation would be far too great. I'd rather stay a clown, than live in a sad and
shameful state. It isn't so bad, I'm really rather happy. It brings me a certain naughty joy, when people
laugh at me."
"so that is really you in there step-mother," I asked confused.
"Yes it really is me, as big a prude as ever, but now I relish that shame, I feel better than ever!"
"You see I was a very bad Queen. Cold and mean. I serve better as an example, of what not to have been."
"You haven't just humiliated yourself though," I said still disappointed in her, "you've made Andrew into a
laughing stock as well. How can he go back to being a Prince now the nobility of the West Kingdom has seen him
as a naked elf girl!"
"He chose his fate, Sara," Morgana cut in, "when he asked me to transform him he asked to be an Elf girl. His
fantasy Elf girl! And his fantasy was a quiet and submissive girl. I was happy to turn him into a peasant boy
or lumberjack."
"She's right, sis." said Arn/Andrew.
"And there was me thinking you wanted to be a sexy elf adventurer like me," Maedel snorted.
"I did but... I was kind of having some naughty thoughts about you at the time..." said Arn, timidly sat
curling her blonde locks in her finger, embarrassed to look Maedel in the eye.
"Spill it, you little minx."
"I was sort of imagining you on your knees begging for my cock." Arn was flushed and trying to hide her face.
Maedel whispered in arns ear, "Naughty bitch. I'll have you begging me to fill your holes just for that."
"One more peep out of you two and you'll both be licking my feet," Morgana tried to quiet them.
It still didn't explain why it was okay for Queeny to strip Arn in public.
"You were right all along and I finally see it now. You should be on the one on our throne and it would make
me very proud." Queeny looked into my eyes told me. She didn't want a sexist King with outdated morals on the
throne and Andrew would surely have been the same with his treatment of women. There were stories of him
leaving women pregnant and not taking responsibility. I hadn't wanted to believe them but part of me knew they
were true.
Queeny and I hugged and kissed each others cheeks having finally reconciled. As w did her hand reached down
and squeezed my full bottom, "Honk!" she said making me stifle an embarrassed laugh. She'd changed for the
better it seemed, even if that change was into a dirty minded pervert.
"So I guess now we need to rescue the dragon Ariadne and get my Kingdom back."