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No Need For a King (Fate Bimbo Princess TF)
🕑 Added 2020-10-14 16:06:29 +0000 UTCAnother poll winner this week! I hope you enjoy a little Fate bimbofication!
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(Contains bimbofication)
“Well Sister dearest? How are you finding your new abode?” Morgan Le Fay stepped through the door like a shadow sliding across a wall, her footsteps all but silent, her movements ethereally graceful. “I trust the accommodations are to your liking?”
The room she entered was a nice one, at least. Large enough for one, perhaps two occupants to live comfortably within its rounded walls. It had a bed with soft blue sheets, a desk, a wardrobe, all fine furniture, and a narrow window in the north wall that displayed a fine view of the countryside from its high vantage point at the top of a very tall tower.
Arturia Pendragon, the legendary King Arthur herself, and until very recently the King of Briton, glowered at her sister – her captor. She had known for years that Morgan hated her, and sought to take the throne for herself, but she had always managed to fend off her attempts – until now. This time, Morgan’s tricks had finally won through. Arturia’s knights had been subverted or captured, her people rendered oblivious, and she herself had been captured by the sorceress’s vile magics.
It was a dark day indeed for Camelot.
“Don’t waste your breath pretending that you are concerned for me,” she said, her words as cold and frank as a slab of stone. “I assume you are here to inform me of my pending execution?”
Morgan’s lips quirked into an amused smirk – just for a moment, but Arturia didn’t miss it. It was rather disconcerting, watching a face so similar to her own make such an expression – but though she was loathe to admit it, they truly were sisters, though Morgan had reached full maturity before using her magics to arrest her age, rather than ceasing to grow as a teenager as Arturia had. The extra years had given her a much fuller figure, one that the evil sorceress was all too happy to show off with her revealing dress.
“Execution?” The sorceress took on a look of mock horror. “What a horrifying idea, sister! I could never kill my precious, adorable baby sibling. I know we’ve had our disagreements, Arturia, but you’ll find those difficulties a thing of the past now that I am Queen.”
So she had something even worse in mind then, did she? Arturia frowned. “You will never be Queen while I live, sister,” she spoke with certainty. “Whatever magics you have woven, none of them will last forever. If you plan to keep me imprisoned, it will only mean your doom.”
Her words were serious – though it didn’t do much for her, she wouldn’t be held hostage by a fool. But her sister just waved them away with a chuckle and a flourish of her hand. “Always so stern. No, you are right, perhaps I did miss-speak. I am not yet Queen of the isle that should have been my birthright.” There was a flash of anger in her eyes at the words – momentary, but there all the same. “Not yet. My coronation is in three days. Then I shall have what I am owed.”
Absurd. “The people will never accept it.”
Morgan just smiled. “They will, of course – once they see my lovely little sister there, giving me her blessings.”
And now it was just downright ridiculous. “Never,” Arturia glared again, once again wishing she had a sword to strike this pretender down – but alas, even her beloved Excalibur had been stripped from her – all she had to her name was her blue dress. And Morgan would be ready for her attack anyway. “That will never happen.”
“Never say never, dearest Arturia,” Morgan said with a theatrical sigh. “But I thought you might be stubborn – you always are. Still, I’m sure with some time to think on it…”
“No.” The word carried all of the finality that the King of Knights could muster, for all that that was worth.
Morgan laughed again. “The same as ever sister. Very well, I shall take my leave, let you think over your situation for a while.” She turned her back and walked awaym the heavy door opening soundlessly at her approach. Arturia considered attacking her once again – there didn’t seem to be any guards posted in the hall – but no, she knew better. Morgan may have turned her back, but she hadn’t let down her guard. It would be pointless.
“Hm. You know, this room does seem a little drab…” The King of Knights blinked, looking to see that her sister had stopped just before the door. “Here. A small gift to brighten the place up a little.”
She snapped her fingers, and there was a puff of smoke over the desk. When it cleared, there was a large blue vase, stuffed with pink flowers, sitting on what had previously been an empty surface. Arturia looked at them, and then at her sister, her expression clearly unimpressed.
“You don’t have to be so dour, dear,” Morgan said with a smirk, finally taking her leave, her last words sliding around the door just before it slammed shut. “You’re not a King anymore~”
And so Arturia was left alone in her room – her prison cell. She was already more than familiar with it, having searched for any routes of escape as soon as she’d arrived here. There was nothing. She was little more than a damsel, held prisoner at the top of a tower. How humiliating.
She sat down heavily on the bed, feeling the springs rock beneath her, and took a heavy breath. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get out of this one. With her knights defeated and her allies banished, she was on her own for the moment. If she wanted to escape, she would have to wait for Morgan to make a mistake. Or else…
Another sigh. The King lay back on the bed, and closed her eyes. Better to be well rested and ready for the challenges ahead, she decided.
But even the sweet smell of flowers couldn’t keep her from worrying what future lay ahead of her…
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The next morning, the door swung open again. “Sister! Did you have a nice night?” Morgan strolled in as if she owned the place – which, to her mind, was certainly the case – with a confident smile upon her lips. “Have you perhaps given any more support to my request? Your presence would make my special day all that much more special~”
Arturia opened her eyes blearily and rose to stare at her captor, sitting upright in her bed. What was she… Oh, the coronation, right. The King of Knights winced and rubbed her face. For some reason she was feeling rather sluggish – maybe she hadn’t slept as well as she’d hoped. The night had been filled with doubts, and the cloying scent of the flowers was thicker than ever…
“Sister…” The word was almost a curse. “I would sooner attend one of Merlin’s surprise parties than your sham of a ‘coronation’.” Merlin had some very unfortunate ideas of what constituted a ‘good time’. “Leave me be. I’ve nothing to say to you, and I’ve no desire to endure your taunts.”
But Morgan just giggled, and swept closer. “Oh, my darling sister, I’m not here to taunt you! No no! Instead, I’ve decided to try to repair the rift in our family – to try to heal the distance between us, so that we can be true siblings, just as we were always supposed to be. Aren’t you glad?”
True siblings? Arturia had difficulty wrapping her head around the idea. It was so absurd that she found herself staring blankly at the other woman for a full half minute before managing to craft a reply. “Have you lost your mind?”
For some reason, that response made the sorceress smirk. “No, my dear, I certainly haven’t. But you…” Suddenly, Morgan was close, and Arturia nearly jumped as her arm wrapped around the smaller blonde’s shoulders. “You are being stubborn. But that is alright, I expected this. That’s why I brought you some gifts~”
How had she- Arturia tried to pull away, but her struggles were weak and feeble. She couldn’t even shift her sister’s arm. “I’ve no interest in any gifts from you, witch!”
“Now don’t be like that. Here, let me show you what I’ve brought.” Morgan swiftly pulled her sister from her bed, and despite the smaller woman’s best efforts she was quickly led over to the desk and sat down. With another snap of the sorceress’s fingers and another puff of smoke, a mirror was added to the back of the desk, making the whole thing into a dressing table. “There. Now take a look at these~”
But Arturia was busy frowning at her own reflection. Something was… wrong. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something about her eyes, the odd distance to her gaze, the unfocused, spacey look about her…
Then Morgan snapped her fingers just below her sister’s chin, and Arturia looked down to see-
“Nn!” She collided nose first with the collection of pink flowers, nearly knocking the vase over and sending a small cloud of pink up into the air, and into the King’s face.
“Oops! Oh dear, sister, you really have to be more careful…” Morgan said, swiftly catching the vase and moving it away to safety, patting the other blonde gently on the shoulder as she did so. “There, that’s out of the way now. Take a look, and tell me what you think.”
Arturia took a moment to respond – her hand pressed against her temple as she tried to refocus herself. What had she just been thinking about? It had completely slipped her mind. All she could think about suddenly was the deliciously sweet scent of the flowers – the smell had flooded her nose, and while she couldn’t complain it was certainly very distracting…
“I…” She blinked, her eyes fluttering once again. “What I think?”
“Yes, dear,” Morgan chuckled, lifting a hand and softly resting it against the back of her sister’s head, gently angling it so she was looking down at the desk – at her gifts. “What do you think of these?”
Arranged on the counter was an open box, its interior made of padded velvet cushioning – extravagant, if its creator hadn’t been a witch. But what was truly extravagant was the contents of the box – a full set of silver forged jewellery, rings, earrings, necklaces, even a tiara, each piece inlaid with pink gemstones – possibly even diamonds. All together they might have been worth than the entire treasury of Camelot.
“Do you like them?” Morgan asked, clearly enjoying Arturia’s stunned expression. “They’re quite lovely – and they’d suit you well, my beloved sister~”
“S-suit me?” Arturia blinked, and tried to throw out the sweet scented fog that was clogging her thoughts. The very idea was ludicrous. “Sister, a King who would wear such opulence is no King of the people – and before I was a King, I was a knight. I have no use for such… such hideous baubles. Your attempts at bribery are- are painfully transparent and despicably childish.”
She breathed deep again, trying to maintain her focus. It had been worryingly difficult keep her head together to refuse Morgan, but it had been the right thing to do. The witch’s tricks would not work on her.
So then, why did Morgan look so amused?
“Oh sister, you’re still so stubborn,” she laughed, her fingers diving into the box and plucking a silver necklace from its cushioned display, a large, sparkling diamond dangling from its chain. “And so paranoid! I’m certainly not trying to bribe you. Here, why don’t you try a piece on? You’ll be surprised how nice it looks on you.”
“I’ll do no such thing,” Arturia grunted, though she was all too well aware that in her oddly weak state her sister would have no trouble forcing the issue.
It was to her great surprise, then, when Morgan didn’t make any such moves, instead simply dangling the necklace in front of her, pink gem hanging between her and the mirror. “Are you sure?” She said, the gem starting to swing slowly back and forth, sparkling before the King’s eyes. “Take a close look at it now. Doesn’t it look pretty?”
Almost unwillingly, Arturia found her eyes following the necklace, gently starting to lid as her pupils slid left to right. Her head was feeling really thick right now, the flowery scent stronger than ever. “P… pretty…?”
“Yes, dear,” Morgan’s voice echoed in her ears as the world seemed to shrink down to just the swinging, sparkling pink pendant. “Pretty. Just… like… you~”
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The door swung open silently once more, and Morgan peeked her head in, smiling. She didn’t speak at first, instead just looking around to see how the new morning found her sister. She wasn’t disappointed.
Arturia was sat at her dresser, staring into her reflection, slowly stroking a hairbrush through her long, luxurious hair that was no longer bound in its normal braid. On her crown, a silver tiara sparkled, and silver rings glinted on her fingers, while silver bracelets adorned her wrists, silver earrings dangled from her ears, and silver necklaces hung around her neck – each piece of jewellery proudly displaying their inlaid pink gemstones, glowing faintly in the early morning light. It was a glow that Morgan could see reflected in Arturia’s glazed eyes as she gazed into the mirror, unaware of the faint pink spiral swirling just beneath the glass…
“Oh sister~ How does the new sun greet you today?” The sorceress spoke loudly, finally drawing her captive’s attention – and quietly amused at how oblivious her sister had become.
“Ah! Sister!” Arturia was startled, nearly dropping her hairbrush – but she turned with a smile upon her lips, the gentle pink glow never fading from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Good morning to you!”
“And good morning to you, my dear,” Morgan said, gliding over to the dresser to sit next to her sister. Unlike the previous day, her closeness elicited no reaction from the smaller woman, not even a brief flicker of disgust. “I see you’re enjoying my gifts.”
“Oh, yes…” Still smiling happily, Arturia turned back to the mirror, gazing fondly at her jewel adorned appearance. “They’re lovely – so very… pretty…”
“Yes they are. Just like you, sweetie~” Morgan hid a cackle, and pressed a gentle kiss to her sister’s forehead. “You look lovely. So much nicer than when you were running around playing at being King, hm?”
Arturia blinked slowly. A small frown – almost a pout, even – started growing on her face. “But I am a King,” she protested, her tone thick, and with a touch of confusion to it.
“Well…” The older sister trailed off and rubbed her junior’s shoulders. “Anyway, how are you doing? Is your room comfortable? Can I get you anything?”
“Oh no, I’m fine,” the younger blonde said, her smile returning as she lost herself in her reflection once more. “Although…”
“Yes?” The sorceress urged her to continue.
Arturia shifted uncomfortably. “W-well… It’s not much, but… My dresses have been getting a little tight…”
“Really now?” Morgan looked down, as though she didn’t know exactly what she would see already. And yes, there it was. The blue dress that had fit so well on Arturia’s slim frame was having trouble containing the woman within it. It wasn’t that bad yet, but she could already see the collar starting to strain. “Oh my, yes I see…”
Hiding her smirk, the sorceress’s hands slid around her sister’s waist and cupped her chest, drawing a surprised – and rather adult – moan from the smaller woman. “Mm, you certainly are growing here, aren’t you?”
“I… I am?” Arturia gasped, struggling not to moan again as her sister’s fingers squeezed. “But I…”
“Mmm, it must be an effect of you losing Excalibur’s blessing,” Morgan said matter-of-factly. “Your years are catching up with you. Why, give it a little while and there’ll be no way to mistake you for any kind of boy King, as silly as that always was~”
“But- but I…” Arturia stammered, unsure and uncertain for the first time in many, many years. She wasn’t sure what to do. Luckily for her, Big Sis was here to help.
“Don’t worry, dear,” the sorceress purred, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. “I was ready for this. I’ve got something here that should fix all of your problems.”
“Really?” The smaller blonde breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness!
“Oh yes.” Morgan raised her hand and snapped her fingers, another puff of smoke bursting out next to them. When it cleared, there was a fine white dress floating in the air there, with a wide, deep cleavage, and a flowing skirt. “Here. This should be much more fitting for you now.”
“Oh.” Arturia stared at the dress, her brow wrinkling in confusion. “But… I thought…”
Morgan just chuckled. “Well you were never very good at that, sister,” she said cheerfully, moving around the woman to start untying the back of her dress. “Now why would you want to stay in such an uncomfortable piece of clothing, hm? Here, let me help you take this off…”
It was a good question, Arturia slowly realised. Why should she wear something that was too tight for her? That didn’t make much sense. For some reason she felt odd about it, like there was some reason she shouldn’t take this gift, that there was something else she had to worry about… But whatever it was, it had popped out of her head. Best to just listen to sister, then. Belatedly, she started fumbling to untie her dress, and soon it had fallen to the floor, pooling around her feet.
“Let’s get rid of the rest of these as well,” Morgan said confidently, fingers tugging at Arturia’s underwear. “They won’t fit either, once you really start growing.”
Arturia couldn’t think of any reason to argue, and so soon the rest of her garments had joined her dress on the floor – leaving her wearing just her jewellery alone now, the pink gems glowing merrily against her skin.
“And now,” the sorceress smiled, taking the white dress in her hands, “put those arms up over your head, and let’s see how you look in your new clothes~”
Obediently, Arturia did just that – and she wondered, for a moment, what all the pink runes she saw inscribed in the soft white fabric were for as they slid over her face.
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The door swung open, and Morgan Le Fay entered her prisoner’s cell one last time. She didn’t bother with a greeting this time – one look told her the effort would have been wasted. Her prisoner wasn’t in any state to hear her.
Arturia was seated back at her dresser, staring blankly into her mirror – just where Morgan had left her the previous day. She hadn’t moved an inch, still sitting peacefully, a small empty smile on her face, eyes pink and glazed, focused entirely upon the spiral within her reflection.
But that wasn’t to say that nothing had changed overnight. No, the blonde that she had left in this room had still been a lithe thing, a small, slim girl who really could have been mistaken for a young man in the right clothes. Not so the blonde she found here now. No, Arturia had blossomed during the hours she had spent in her cell, growing from her eternal teenage body to a fully fledged woman in the course of a day. She had achieved everything her arrested age had denied her, and then more besides with Morgan’s enchantment’s help, though she still carried an aura of youth about her that marked her the younger sister.
And all that it had cost her, judging by the way that she was openly drooling down into her massive cleavage, was any kind of intelligence or sense. A bargain, really – she wouldn’t be needing either in her new role.
Morgan walked through the room and circled her blankly smiling sister carefully, inspecting her work. It was almost difficult to recognise her loathed rival the King of Knights in the woman before her now. The seriousness that had always adorned her face was long gone now, replaced with pink, vapid eyes, plump lips, and a stupid smile that showcased just how little was going on inside her head. The silver jewellery that she’d been given framed her nicely, the tiara and earrings making her look every bit the noble princess that she was to be, while her necklace hung down to rest its pink pendant squarely in the deep canyon of cleavage that was now just barely contained in a small, silky white dress that did more to show off the blonde’s inflated body than it did to conceal it. Those titanic tits pressed firmly up against the edge of her collar, so close to slipping free, and the fabric was so thin that even the slightest hint of arousal from her would be visible to anyone who looked. And her long, glossing blonde hair now flowed all the way down past her heart-shaped behind, so long it could almost trail on the floor as she walked.
She was a masterpiece – the perfect image of the perfect princess. The sorceress smiled, proud of her handiwork. There was only one thing left to do.
Gently, she sat down beside her sister, and leaned in, her lips resting just beside the former King’s ear. “Listen closely, my lovely, pretty, dumb princess sister~” She spoke in a hush, her words clear as crystal to the woman she was speaking to. “Listen closely to your wonderful sister, and obey her every word, as she tells you all about who you are, and how things are going to work from now on~”
Lovely. Pretty. Dumb. Princess. Arturia’s dim, stupid smile widened as the words sank right to the heart of her very soul, reshaping her down to the very core. Happily, eagerly, her mind spread open, ready to listen and absorb all of the truths her beloved sister had to tell her.
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It was another bright day for Camelot. The sun was shining, the wind was whistling, and the people celebrated another glorious year beneath their benevolent Queen. It had surprised a lot of people to realise that their new monarch was Morgan Le Fey, a woman they had always considered an enemy, but after the coronation, where their former King had happily handed over the crown to her older sister with a smile, everyone had more or less accepted the new normal.
A few enchantments had seen to that.
Since that day, Briton had been in the grip of a golden age – or so the people would say, if they knew what was good for them. Queen Morgan had swiftly put down any challengers to her throne, and now was content to rule the kingdom she had once been denied. Thus, her days were spent in court, or at royal events, or, on rare occasions where she didn’t have anything better to do, wandering the lands just outside of Camelot, enjoying the connection between her and her kingdom.
It was on such a day, as she was walking through the forest just past her royal home, that she heard a beautiful, melodies voice singing, and paused in her travels to follow the sound to its source. It was a lovely serenade, and she wanted to see…
And see she did, as she reached a small clearing, filled with flowers and animals of all shapes and sizes, all gathered around a beautiful blonde woman sat upon a tree stump at their centre, singing sweet songs that resonated throughout the whole forest. It was a charming scene, and even as Queen Morgan watched, she saw birds circling around the woman’s head, singing in harmony with her.
A darkly amused smirk crossed the sorceress’s lips as she waited for the performance to end, before stepping out of the shadows and into the clearing.
The animals noticed her first, turning to see the ruler of the land in their midst, and doing the sensible thing – fleeing quickly out of sight. In moments, it was just the two women left.
“Sister, dearest,” Queen Morgan scolded the blonde lightly. “What have I told you about wandering off into the forest on your own?”
“Sister!” Delighted and completely ignoring her reproach, Arturia sprang to her feet and rushed the great Queen into a full-bodied hug. “Did you like my song?” She asked sweetly, with all the guile of a tail-wagging puppy.
Queen Morgan sighed, an amused smile tickling the edge of her lips. Ah well. There was no point telling the princess off. She was just a little too dim to ever remember such rules. It was fortunate she had her sister’s blessings to protect her – in more ways than one, in fact, given there was no way she could have avoided being laid up with child on her own, given the way she treated any male within her sight. Guarding the Princess was always a very highly sought after post amongst the kingdom’s knights…
“It was lovely,” the sorceress finally answered, stroking her sister’s hair fondly, and inwardly relishing the helpless icon of femininity that the former King had become, especially as her massive chest pressed up against her. “We shall have to have you sing in court some time. I’m sure everyone would love to see you perform.”
“Do you really think so?” Arturia asked, sounded excited as she was guided back towards the castle, her sister sliding an arm around her hips as they walked. “Would Ser Lancelot like it? He’s always so charming~” Her cheeks were flushed red, and she burst into giggles as she asked, as though asking something naughty.
Queen Morgan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Clearly, her sister had developed another crush. Hardly surprising, really – the woman fell in love with everyone, given the chance. There was no lock in the kingdom as open as the one upon the princess’s bed chambers. Still, for some reason the Queen never liked it when the knights of the round table caught her sister’s eye. None of them were worthy of her adorable sibling’s heart, after all, she knew that for a fact.
Perhaps it was time she started looking for a proper suitor for Arturia – some distant noble whom she could marry the girl off in exchange for some treaty or payment. That was what a good princess was for, after all. And yet, once again, the Queen couldn’t help but feel rather hesitant to do so. This was her precious sister, after all – she’d grown rather attached to her. Maybe she could be used for something else. An heir, perhaps? But then, who would be good enough to father Arturia’s child? Hmm… This would require some thought…
And as Queen Morgan began to think deeply, her arm wrapped tightly around her sister’s waist, hand resting upon her behind, Arturia leaned her empty head fondly against the woman’s shoulder, smiling happily. She didn’t know what her dearest, smartest, most wonderful elder sister was thinking, but that was fine. She was never very good at thinking.
All she knew for sure was that she was with her sister, and that made her the happiest princess in all the world. She didn’t need anything else – least of all a King~
