Making an Ass of Herself

The Queen was eager to not only show off her new dress, but to take her daily ride on her pony.

The pure white pony had been replaced by a donkey, a young female ass, in fact, whitewashed.

But Belinda didn't notice as she threw her legs over the beast and rubbed her silk covered crotch into the pommel as she drove her heels into the sides and bounced along, screaming "Look at me, look at me!"

Her face became bright red and her screams turned to gasping shrieks.

She trotted off to the wood line to have her orgasm somewhat privately.

In a dazed, shaking, state she never noticed her castle vibrating as violently as she was. But the other effect of the spell became noticeable, even to her.

Her magnificent breasts shrank another cup and the fabric of the beautiful gown fitted better across her still ample chest. But something worse came over Belinda.

She had to use the little girl's room! She knew it, and knew she had to more than she ever had. But before she could get halfway back her bladder burst. She blamed the bouncing but at any rate her piss was still gushing from her like a geyser when she dismounted and splayed her legs.

The bottom of her dress was soaked to the crotch with also shined with her other excretions.

But not for long.

Like spun sugar in water it dissolved, first exposing the Queens dirtied toes, then her wet ankles, her calves, plump thighs, silk clad crotch, pot belly, diminished breasts, and finally her bare neck.

The Queen was next to naked.

"AHH! COVER ME! COVER ME!", she pleaded.

Belinda greedily grabbed the gown of Gwendolyn, a Duchess, and removed it forcibly with a wrenching tear.

This revealed Gwendolyn to be wearing a shaping corset and what was worse, male boxers with red hearts on a pink field and a dingy isabelline shirt, stained with stew and at the armpits.

She shrieked at her sudden exposure and ran like the Queen back to the castle, only to a less opulent room, to redress.

The Queen was still dripping a trail down the red carpet, which quickly lost it's color as the dye was ruined by her royal urine.

"I can't believe I just pissed myself!", she thought as she ran by the laundresses chattering to each other while hauling their last load of the Queen's cloth.

Meanwhile Xalandra was skulking about, cupping her privates. Well, her pussy at least. Not only did she feel it was more sacred, her clit ring more embarrassing than the ones on her nipples, and that her arms helped to partially obscure her obscene tattoos this way, she also didn't mind showing off her newly enhanced assets requisitioned from the royal treasury.

Finding a tapestry, she pulled it off the wall and covered herself with it. Funny, the stitching was just paint, and that done poorly, as though by slow children. It also itched, like burlap.

But Xalandra only scratched as she gaped at the enormous whole she had uncovered.

Sixty blocks of monumental stone had been removed! The wall was more or less a facade at this point!

Little did she know she shouldn't have pried off that particular tapestry, it was a load bearing tapestry.

Another, more minor shaking followed and the ceiling crumbled in, halfway blocking the corridor to the now exposed ceiling and sealing off the East Wing of the castle.

A blue bird chirped as it flew in and a family of squirrels skittered in through the opening.

Xalandra simply ran away from the problem, leaving it for someone else to deal with. Pity. A stitch in time saves nine.

Meanwhile, the rich merchant Jorrel had thought about stopping first at the Bank of Bologna to repay her enormous debts, but decided instead to stop at a tavern after renting the lot of three expedition outfitters, all their horses, men, and carts on easy credit. She wanted to celebrate after all, and boast.

Boast about her new found fortune. Of course, news of that kind of wealth can draw the attention of all kinds of people, even the wrong kind, who know that a fool and her money are soon parted.