Removing Hilda's curse, of course

"Oh, Miss Tina. How unexpected." Brightra wiped her hair from her face and flustered out a response. Her blush was visible even under the cum still dripping off her cheeks. "You completed your trial in record time."

Tina growled. There was no doubt she'd escaped from her "trial" so far from the palace so as to give her majesty some private time with Hilda. And Tina did not appreciate that. "I guess you've been busy yourselves, your highness." She filled those last two words with as much bile as she could drudge up.

"Oh, absolutely," Brightra said, wiping sweat and/or cum from her forehead. Her wings had slowly wrapped themselves to cover her boobs and bush, but the queen's flustered movements made hiding them a tall task indeed. It didn't occur to either her how silly this was considering Tina was just as naked as she was. "As you've surely seen, magic takes a variety of forms around here. Lady Hilda and I were about to finish her trial when you arrived, so we can meet you outside shortly."

"You call this a trial?!" Tina pointed at her mother, still sitting on the floor trussed up like a roast pig. Her blush was strong enough to get through the layer of dried seed that had dripped from her hair, but she made no effort to extricate herself. Though whether because she knew it was pointless to try or because she wanted to stay bound as long as possible, Tina couldn't say, and frankly did not want to confirm either way. "I battled my greatest fears in a magical dream and all my mother has to do is pony play in your bedroom?"

"I know it seems unfair, Miss Tina," Brightra extended one of her wings to grab a blanket off the floor and hold it in front of herself. It seemed to be made of moss, and Tina could hear a muffled squelch sound come from Brightra's hands. "But this is simply what Lady Hilda has to do to remove her curse, that's all." Hilda nodded in agreement, making affirmative warblings through her gag.

"That's another thing," Tina yelled, ignoring her mother's shame for the time being. "If my curse is supposedly removed, why the hells am I still tiny? What's the point of this magic malarky if it won't get us back to normal?"

Brightra looked confused for a moment before letting out a cute giggle. "Oh, no, that's not what the trial was for. All of that was to remove the magical seal placed on you both by Rey. Before, the only one who could have lifted the curse was the one who placed it on you, but now that you've passed your trial, any old magic can make you properly-sized again."

Tina sighed. Nothing could ever be straightforward with this woman, could it? When this was over, she was never setting foot in fairy territory again for as long as she lived. "Fine, then can you magic it up and change us back to normal, now?"

"There will be plenty of time for that, young lady," Brightra assured Tina, her patronizing tone having taken over her flustered rambling. "But first allow me to finish Hilda's, uh... ritual, and then talk of returning you both to your proper dimensions. We'll discuss things over dinner, perhaps?"

Tina looked past her at Hilda, who had taken a pleading look towards her daughter. Like a dog asking for more gourmet meat in its bowl despite being full to bursting already. She wanted to drag the slutty knight out of there at once, but she had come too far to back out now. She could deal with a little more of her mother's shame.

"Fine, I can wait for you. But we'd better discuss things swiftly over our meal; no distractions, capiche?"

"Of course, my dear. Now run along; the servants can help you freshen up." Brightra all but pushed the still-naked Tina out of the room and, with a snap of her fingers, returned the china doors to their proper place. Tina grumbled as she stomped away, suspecting that the "freshening up" she was to receive would somehow not include clothing.