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THE MAGIC CLOAK: Chapter VII
🕑 Added 2021-05-31 14:10:29 +0000 UTCChapter VII: ROSEBUD DISPENSES JUSTICE
The next day the funeral of the old queen took place, and the new queen rode in the grand procession in a fine chariot, clothed in black velvet embroidered with silver. Not knowing how to act in her new position, Rosebud sat still and did nothing at all, which was just what was expected of her.
But when they returned from the funeral she was ushered into the great throne-room of the palace and seated on the golden throne; and then the chief counselor informed her that she must receive the homage of the noblewomen of Slipthia.
Slick sat on a stool beside the queen, and the five high counselors stood back of her in a circle; and then the doors were thrown open and all the noblewomen of the country crowded in. One by one they kissed first the queen’s hand and then the princess’s hand, and vowed they would always serve them faithfully.
Rosebud shifted in the throne. These powerful women approaching her and swearing service to her was a huge turn-on, and her big clit was hot and wet and being pinched by her labia between her thighs. She whispered to Slick that she wanted to go back to their chambers and test if they had yet been given their grade, and was overheard by Hystra.
“Very soon your Majesty may go. But first we must go to the Hall of Justice and hear the grievances of your people,” answered Hystra, gently.
And in short time they were in another room, and another large chair awaited Rosebud. But as she sat in this one she felt her body become filled with mystical energy. She now recalled half-hearing something told to her the day before by the counselors that this chair granted her a magical ability to decide justice, but its powers were limited to her subjects that chose to approach her with their concerns.
In short order two lovely women entered the chamber, one a redhead and the other of brown curls, each dressed in delicate sundresses that hung lightly on their curvy forms. Their arms were wrapped around one another and their romantic involvement was obvious.
“Your Majesty,” began the redhead, having first humbly bowed to the floor before the queen, “my lover, whom I have brought here with me, insists upon marriage, and I wish you would tell me what to do about her.”
“Why do you need to ask?” Rosebud asked the redhead.
“For I fear she would bore of me and leave,” was the answer.
Rosebud turned to the brown curled woman.
“Why does she feel that way?” she inquired.
“Because that is how I found her, I grew bored of my previous wife and left her for this one beside me,” was the reply.
For a minute Rosebud looked taken aback at the blunt reply. The same would have been said for Slick, however shortly after the redhead began speaking she had felt one of her phantom sex sessions begin. Slick was always greatly excited for them, as she still did not realize what they were and was thus always surprised by the wonderful ministrations.
This time it began with an invisible suckle upon her right big toe. Slowly ghostly kisses and licks moved up her leg, causing a small shudder across her body. Her breasts felt a warm pressure upon them, and as the phantom mouth delved between her thighs and found her slit Slick felt two hard nipples push against her lower belly.
Presently she was aware of a smooth split pressed against her lips, the tip of her tongue feeling the parting of a precious curtain and a large nub pressed at its tip. Slick swore she could taste the delicious warm juices of an unseen lover, and she writhed in her seat as she enjoyed revisiting the sixty-nine she and Rosebud had done a year ago. She hummed, lost in the feeling of being one with this mysterious lover.
“Well, if I knew that, I’d be concerned as well,” Rosebud said at last. “And do you believe you will grow bored and leave her?”
“I know I love her, and wish to be with her, but know not my mind of the future nor how to keep from changing it.”
“And you each wish to be together forever, needing only a way to insure against abandonment?”
The pair nodded eagerly. Queen Rosebud sat a moment in thought, and it was then Princess Slick managed to make herself aware of what had been going on. Reveling in the feelings she was having Slick leaned in towards the queen and whispered something in her ear which made Rosebud’s face brighten.
“I do believe that will do the trick!” Rosebud exclaimed with a smile. She felt the mystic energy of her seat focus upon the pair of women before her as Rosebud’s desired justice took focus.
The first thing that transpired was that the women’s sundresses unraveled from them, the silk forming balls that hovered at either side of them. The pair were surprised by their nudity for a moment, and embraced in an attempt to help each other cover up.
As their skin touched they cooed at a most unusual and welcomed pleasure. Their flesh was merging together like two lumps of clay, the slight variation in their skin tones averaging itself and spreading across their form. The arms at the center of their embrace shifted down and outward, swinging to the far side of each woman and settling below the other upper limb.
Their legs shifted differently, their inner legs merging together as one, big toes becoming singular and other digits of their unified foot shifting until there was one large toe in the center and three consecutively smaller ones on each side. Between the three thighs were nestled two bare pussies, plump and glistening.
Like their legs, the women’s breasts merged together in a similar manner. They now had three breasts across their slightly-broader-than-average upper body, their center two merging together into one larger breast, which sported an ovular areola with two nipples.
In short order the magics had finished, two women now one, carrying four arms, three legs, two pussies, and three breasts. They also had a unique yet pert ass that matched the layout of their legs and slits. Feeling that the magics playing on them had finished the pair looked down at themselves with awe and lust. Their initial curiosity sated Rosebud willed the still-floating remnants of their outfits to form a tight black dress around them, which hid none of their curves.
“There, now you will never need worry about the other leaving you, and in such a form I believe it would be likely that life will never be boring!” announced Queen Rosebud.
Everyone applauded her decision, and the newly combined women smiled, bowed, and carefully walked from the room, learning how to operate their shared leg on the fly as they went. Rosebud turned to Slick to smile and indicate her satisfaction with what she had hit upon but the Princess Consort appeared lost in thought.
Next came two more women, one blonde and curvy and the other brunette and stick thin; and between them they led a cow, the blonde woman having a rope around one horn and the brunette woman a rope around the other horn. Each woman claimed she owned the cow, and they quarreled so loudly and so long that the lady high executioner had to tie a bandage over their mouths. When peace was thus restored the high counselor said:
“Now, your Majesty, please decide which of these two women owns the cow.”
There was very little evidence to be had between the rantings of each claimant, and Rosebud was at first at a loss. But then a thought struck her; was not the cow a subject of hers as well?
With some concentration Queen Rosebud acted her magic upon the cow. It’s shape shifted, the broad pointed bovine form curving and becoming shapely. Toes and fingers split through the hooves, and brown human hair poured from its thinning head. After a moment she was able to rise up onto two human legs, and standing before the queen the cow-woman touched the udder that was sliding up her body and settling in on her chest, four pink breasts dividing from it.
Standing between the blonde and the brunette was a new woman, although pieces of her cow-origins remained. A small tale brushed over a finely shaped rear, and her ears remained slightly pointed. Two tiny nubs remained of her horns, and freshly formed hands raised up and removed the leashes still hanging from them. These same fingers then resumed to playing with the four melon-sized breasts that hung from her ribs, the expression on her big-eyed face making it clear that she was quite amused and pleasured by her new human form.
The brunette looked on at the behumaned bovine with a sneer of disgust, but the blonde appeared to be eyeing her with other interest.
“Now, tell me, cow, do you have a name?”
The former cow appeared to silently stutter as she worked at forming her first human words, but Queen Rosebud was patient as she knew the magic had placed in her mind the education and understanding of a woman the same age as herself.
“I am...Clarissa.”
“And who was it that named you that? Which of these is your proper owner?” asked Queen Rosebud.
“She is,” replied Clarissa, taking a hand and grasping the fingers of the blonde beside her, “She is the one who has fed me and washed me, and given me such relief by milking me each day.” Clarissa then looked to the brunette, her large brown eyes narrowing, “She snuck me away in the night, and I overheard her saying I would fetch quite a penny at the butcher.”
“Lies!” exclaimed the brunette, but Rosebud ignored her and turned to the blonde.
“Tell me, since Clarissa was taken from you have you lost profit from no longer having her to milk?”
“I have, my queen,” the blonde said to Rosebud, but she and Clarissa had locked eyes and were staring deeply into one another’s souls.
“Then it only right that it be made up,” Queen Rosebud continued, and she turned to the brunette. Rosebud sent out her power of justice, and the thief felt it pull on her body as her clothing vanished and reformed around Clarissa. The brunette looked down at her boyish chest and saw her nipples quickly pushing away from her. She felt the weight of a thick liquid flowing into her expanding flesh, her breasts engorging and stretching and shaking as gallons of cream filled them.
At the same time a similar sensation was happening within the woman’s lower abdomen. She could not see over her billowing breasts, but above her thighs a tough pink udder was growing outwards, four teats growing stiff as more cream filled in behind them.
These were not the only changes acting on the brunette. A proper thick and long cow tale, unlike the small wispy one that Clarissa sported, as stretching down nearly to her knees. Her ears had fully grown out as two twitching cow ears, and although the brunette did not grow any horns her nose flattened and broadened.
“What are yooooou dooooooing to mooooo?” the brunette exclaimed, and quickly brought her hands to her mouth as she heard how her voice was being stretched out. She then pulled her hands away as she felt her fingers shifting, and she saw her fingers swallowed up in her new hooves. “Mooooo!”
“To answer your question, it is clear to me that Clarissa and this lovely blonde have some personal matters work out,” Queen Rosebud explained, eyeing the pair that had gotten closer and closer to each other, their arms around their waists, barely paying any mind to anything going on around them, “So you will now be providing all the cream that Clarissa would have been providing, obediently staying as you are on the farm for the length of a cow’s life. Which I believe is around twenty-two years. Each time you wander too far away another twenty-years will be added.”
At this newly cowed brunette let out another moo, discovering that this was all she was capable of expressing herself with. Her hooves - which had only grown over her hands - rubbed at her bloated and tight breasts and udder, unable to do anything to relieve the uncomfortable pressure within. The blonde and Clarissa turned to their new farm mate, and Clarissa smiled as she tied around the thief-cow’s waist one of the leashes that she herself had been led in with. The blonde and Clarissa bowed to Queen Rosebud, and the trio left with mournful “Mooo!”s behind them.
All the courtiers and people - and even the five high counselors - applauded the queen enthusiastically; and Slick had come down from her commemorative sixty-nine in time to appreciate Rosebud’s creativity.
When it was indicated that Queen Rosebud had heard all of the expected complaints the group began to rise up, but were stopped by a commotion.
“Hold on! Hold on!” cried a shrill voice. “I demand...justice! Justice...of the queen! Justice...of the law!” The braying of a donkey punctuated the heavy pauses in the shouting.
Rosebud looked down the room and saw Professor Bolta struggling with some of the guards, other attempting to wrangle Genevieve. Then the pair broke away from them and rushed towards the queen, crying again:
“Justice, your Majesty!” Bolta had to stop her paces and close her eyes, as her shouting was strongly playing over her very moist cleft.
“Heehaw!”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Rosebud.
“Matter? Everything’s...the matter with me. Aren’t you...mmm...the new queen?”
“Yes,” said Rosebud. “That’s what I am.”
“Ammmm I not...the whole reason...you are so?” Bolta was rallying all her strength to keep from grabbing at her bothered pussy.
“Pardon me?”
“Ammmmm...I not the one...who hurried us along that mmmmmorning? Who put you innnn...that fateful place in line?”
“Yes,” said Rosebud, again, but a long pause preceded her response.
“Well, why ammmm...I left to live in...uhg, a hut and dress in rags? Doesn’t I...deserve some place...to live in a royal palace as soooooome sort of reward?”
Bolta shuddered, closed her eyes, and was taking deep breaths. Rosebud watched this with some amusement and curiosity, then she turned again to Bustra.
“The queen can do what she likes, can’t she?”
“Certainly, your Majesty.”
“All right,” said Rosebud, with a cheery smile. She harnessed the power of the Hall of Justice, but found that she could not enact any magics upon Bolta - Rosebud could now sense that there was already a more powerful spell of some sort upon the adjunct, one that was pushing back against the magics granted to her by the Hall. Disappointed for a moment Rosebud took a different tack. “You may go upstairs if you wish to and pick out a room on the top story. But there is one condition.”
Bolta feared she’d be driven beyond her self-control if she spoke again at this time, so she simply cocked her head to indicate she heard Rosebud and wanted to know more.
“As we traveled here there were often times when you put Slick and I on display. Therefore, should you intend to stay here, you will always dress in the finest - but skimpiest - of bikinis. That is the cost of your ill actions during our travels here.”
Bolta’s face betrayed an aghast reaction at first, and she started to object before feeling her breath between her thighs. Upon another moment’s thought she reconsidered; Bolta had always been proud of her physique, and a life of bikini-clad luxury was certainly preferable to blouses and dress pants back at the university. Bolta looked up at Rosebud, smiled, and gave a thumbs up.
Genevieve stomped her hoof and brayed.
Rosebud once again tried to wield her temporary magics, but again found that she could not unenchant a spell cast in the name of justice from another source.
“This donkey, whose name is Genevieve, shall also be given a room, with all the luxuries and rights of any woman. And we will send out another messenger to find out why our first as not yet delivered the demands regarding our final project!”
Genevieve bowed her head, and a guard lead her away, knowing not why a donkey was to have her own room but not willing to question the queen.
“Come on, Slick! We’ve had enough business for today,” Rosebud smiled, standing up and stopping herself from grabbing her lover’s hand, “Let’s find those nine maidens of yours, shall we?”
As the queen and princess consort left Professor Bolta followed the lady high steward up the stairs to a comfortable apartment just underneath the roof. She was very well satisfied at last; and very soon she sent for the lady high purse-bearer and demanded money with which to buy the commanded bikinis for herself. Professor Bolta fully intended to be the most comfortable, if barely clad, woman in the queendom of Slipthia.
