It's small.

Like, not just small for Olaria. It's barely two inches. Until you were thirteen, your father thought you were a girl, and thought he was hiding that he lacked an heir by dressing you up as a boy. While he was relieved when you hit puberty, he realized he had a new problem. While he loved you like a daughter, err...son, he knew the country he lived in. If the country knew you had such a tiny pecker, they'd lose all respect for the crown, and the person wearing it. This is a secret known only by you, your late father, and the Court Wizard Merlina.

Merlina is your best friend, and perhaps the only person in the country who might accept you. She also had a similar issue growing up, but the reverse. She has a penis, so it was believed she was a boy, but closer examination, as well as puberty revealed the truth-She is a functioning hermaphrodite. She prefers to be treated as a woman, with a bit more. Because of her condition, she has had much trouble finding outlets for her lust and affection, and so has turned deeply towards magical study. Through this she discovered her prodigious talent and quickly ascended the ranks. Despite only being 4 years older than you, she has earned the highest position a mage can hope to reach, a fact which brings her pride, and you joy, as it means you get to spend more time with her, despite your Kingly duties.

Speaking of your duties, it is imperative that you get to work producing an heir as soon as possible. The thought fills you with dread, as you would necessarily have to give up your secret, and put the entire kingdom...or at least, your role in it, on the line. Parts of you want to live in a fantasy where you find a woman who loves and accepts your little dick, but you know the country you live in. Olaria is a paradise, and anyone can be happy, but if word spreads about your "Small Problem" you have some suspicions that there might actually be an attempt on your life by an ambitious noble house. Such a thing would never happen in this country, so long as you're seen as the ideal, but if you became the laughing stock of the nation? Your stomach turns...

It turns an extra full rotation when your stepmother Lydia comes to you a month after your coronation. It has been, many would say, FAR too long for the kingdom to be fully without an heir. If you choked on a particularly grisly bit of beef, The Royal line would end. You haven't met with any foreign princesses, or local nobles. You haven't even called a maid to your chambers to service you. At least then the bastard child could be built up as legitimate through political maneuvering. Lydia has decided to take maters into her own hands, for the sake of the kingdom. When she first tells you this, you imagine she means this literally, and to some shame, the thought arouses you. Lydia is divinely endowed in all areas. Her beauty is legendary in the kingdom, and her assets match, or even exceed that fame. her breasts are so large that when she hugs you, you can't reach your arms around to her shoulders, let alone fully wrap around her, and her ass is just as striking. Her skills in bed, if you believe your father, once again either meet or exceed her appearance. For a man who would routinely lay with 10-20 servants a week, multiple times a night, Lydia managed to make him a one woman, three hole man.

She's also a conniving bitch, and you're around 30% sure she killed your father, or 75% sure she at least had something to do with it. This is why, when she mentions having hired an escort from Zenovera, you're relieved. If she was just going to try to kill you too, she wouldn't have paid someone from a foreign country, she would have used one of her own agents or done the deed herself. She explains that the escort's name is Tamia, and she should be an easy lay for an inexperienced, seemingly unmotivated prince such as yourself. Tamia primarily works with 'Mothers who want to help motivate their confidence deficient sons' and was willing to work at a discount, provided no contraceptives be used. The motive is clear: Knock up this prostitute and she lives an easy life as a queen. How could you say no? There are no men in their right mind who would say no to free, bareback sex with a beautiful woman...

Which is how you've been put in this predicament. Tomorrow night, this escort will show up. She'll see your tiny dick, report your inadequacy to Lydia, they'll take your throne and if you're lucky, keep you as a figurehead and a pet until your son is born, who will hopefully not inherit your micropenis. At that point they may either oust you, or continue to use your for their humiliation...You're not sure which is worse...However, you have some time to work something out! You summon Merlina to your bed chamber the day before, and the two of you get to planning. There must be _something _she can do with her great arcane might to solve this problem for you. As your friend. As her King...Right? You know she can't make your dick bigger. Human transformation has long since been illegal for various security, ethical, and safety reasons...But Surely the greatest wizard of the greatest country can think of something?

To your relief, she does. She's also been dreading this day, but unlike you she hasn't just been putting it off. She's managed to come up with three plans which ought to be successful at preserving both your dignity, as well as your crown. As she lists them off though, you do question whether they really "preserve your dignity" as they seem to be rather...well...

The first plan is simple. Almost offensive in its Simplicity. All you have to do, is let it happen, then let Merlina modify the escort's memories! This may lead to a humiliating sexual encounter, but it would be over once she got what she wanted (your seed) and would do no damage to your reputation. It wouldn't even be (that) dishonest. After all, she's coming here specifically to have sex with you, and to get knocked up. Why should you feel guilty about this arrangement?

The second plan is more convoluted, but would spare your fragile ego in the moment as well. All you would have to do, is wait for her to show up, then once it's in the dark of night, Merlina can swap places with you, using teleportation magic, and fuck her in your stead. Merlina as you know has a cock, and though she's never been weird about it, You've also known that her cock is larger than yours. Larger than average even. Larger than the Oliran average even. You've accidentally glimpsed the outline of it in her robes, and the size has...let's say "Haunted" your dreams ever since. The obvious downside here is that you'd stay a virgin, but you wouldn't have to endure the shame of castigation (which she clarifies is not the same as castration) and as long as no one ever tries to test it (which would be borderline treason to suggest) no one would have to know that it wasn't really your child.

The last plan she suggests is...hard for her to get out actually. She almost avoids telling you entirely, but after being given the choice of castigation or cuckolding, you plead that she tells you about the 3rd plan she accidentally mentioned earlier. She stands up to walk to you, and says that you are her best friend. You nod and agree that she is yours. She grips your right hand between both of hers and tells you that she trusts you more than anyone else, and once again you agree. After all, no one else could be in this room with you right now but her, which makes her squeeze your hand tighter. She looks up into your eyes, with her soft brown irises speckled with arcane blue lights and says that she's dreamt of your body in the past. With a blush, you admit that you've done the same, though you leave out that you consider such dreams nightmares...which leave your underwear damp in the mornings... She moves her face closer to yours, her lips a fingers breadth from your own, her breath smelling of cherries as she says that she has no problem with your cock, and would be willing to bear your child. THIS manages to break through your head as you realize her intent with this line of confessions.

That is...Honestly not the worst plan. You'd dodge the issue of your small endowment. You'd have a fairly good excuse to reject the escort. You'd get to have sex...however, it is likely Merlina would 'get to have sex' with you...Which...you're a bit too stressed over your life to think about it right now. Your best friend notices your brain kicking into high gear, and releases your hand, before clearing her throat. She explains that while she Does, Definitely have feelings for you, she knows you're not children, and this isn't a storybook. She is the Court Wizard, a title she takes great pride in, and she explains that her low birth would potentially cause more problems than the arrangement would solve. She will follow any path you choose, and will stand by you no matter what. Maybe she'll find another love someday, Maybe she'll die alone, but proud of her service, surrounded by friends and apprentices, like the last Court Wizard did. She looks at you resolutely, nary a glimmer of **** hope in her eyes. She is being honest about this, she's on your side, no matter what you choose...