Emma's fingers massaged her clit, and she moaned. She was so turned on, damn Regina and her tight-ass skirts, and the cleavage she always seemed to put on display. Emma had gotten an eyeful earlier that afternoon before her shift ended, when Regina had paid a visit to the station asking about some missing paperwork. She had put her hands on Emma's desk, sternly saying, "Sheriff. Paperwork. First thing tomorrow morning." As Regina bent over to punctuate her words, Emma's eyes couldn't help but take in the glorious view of her cleavage that the gaping shirt had afforded, and Emma shut her eyes just thinking about the swell of Regina's breasts. The visual sent a fresh wave of arousal through Emma, and she gasped as her orgasm started building up. She scrolled through her usual library of fantasies to help push her over the edge, and settled on the one of Regina fucking her with a strap-on. Emma's fingers left her clit and slid down to her entrance, slipping in and out to mimic the sensation of being fucked. As she played the vision of Regina grinding in and out of her, she idly wondered if Regina could actually magic up a cock or something like that with her powers. Thinking about Regina being able to feel each sensation as she drove in and out, feel Emma's walls clench around the cock, drove Emma over the edge and she gasped as the orgasm rode throughout her body, eyes clenched shut. As Emma's eyes screwed shut, she completely missed the swirl of white light that signified the use of magic emanate from her hands and out of the window.
Regina let out a shriek as she felt a tingling grow in between her legs. Leaping out from under the covers, her book crashing to the floor, Regina pushed down her pajama bottoms to see what the hell was happening. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared down at the dangling appendage that had sprouted from her vagina. Half running, half hopping to the bathroom mirror, Regina stood there as her new cock hung in its naked splendor. Mouth agape, she hesitantly reached out to touch it and immediately took her hand back when the slight touch sent a horde of sensations through her. She squinted at the mirror, lifting her leg slightly, and was relieved to find that her anatomy hadn't gone entirely male. There were no balls to speak of, and she cautiously reached down again under the cock. She felt her vagina still intact, and surmised that the cock was merely an extension of her clitoris. Standing there, taking stock of herself in the mirror, Regina's shock turned into anger. She stood there, fuming, for who would dare do this to her?
She inventoried the magic users in town, and there were pretty much only two possibilities, as she highly doubted that Witch Leckermaul was behind it. Rumple and Emma. Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated what Rumple's motives could be, as it was practically impossible Emma could conjure that kind of magic on her own. And she knew Emma didn't harbor any malice towards her, so really, it had to be Rumple. Gnashing her teeth, Regina pulled up her pants and vowed to go see Rumple first thing in the morning to bash in that sneering face of his.
The feel of sunshine streaming on her face woke Regina up, and she stretched her lithe body, reveling in the sensation of awakening muscles. As her eyes focused, the slight tent under the sheets became clearer and Regina jerked forward, ripping off the covers to stare at her unruly member pushing up the fabric of her pants. She. Had. Morning. Wood. A sound emerged from her throat that could be described only as a growl.
In the shower, Regina looked down and her cock was still jutting forth proudly. Sighing, she realized she would have to take care of it if she didn't want to walk around with an unsightly bugle. She didn't think she had anything in her wardrobe that would really accommodate this new addition. Eyes shut, she slid her hand down to where the cock was, and ran her fingers along the length of it. She felt the cock jerk, and she let out a little gasp as the sensations rocked through her. It felt slightly familiar, like when she was fingering her clit, but so different because it was all… out there. Her hand enclosed the cock and slowly slid up and down in a jerking motion. After a minute, the friction got to be a bit much, so Regina reached for the soap and squeezed some out on her hand. Ah, much better. Eyes shut, Regina rested her other hand on the tiled shower wall while her other hand proceeded to wank the hell out of her cock until she came, hotly spurting on the floor. Opening her eyes, Regina hoped that the cock would have disappeared but, much to her disappointment and growing anger, it dangled there, a slap in the face of her feminism.
The door slammed open, and Gold looked up to see Regina stalk in, regal in her pantsuit. He raised his eyebrow; he hadn't seen Regina look so much like her Evil Queen counterpart in quite some time. "Your Majesty. How may I be of service?" Regina jabbed her finger in Rumple's face, "Don't play games with me, Rumple. Why did you do it?" Gold looked at her, a slight look of puzzlement appearing on his face. "And, may I inquire, dearie, what injustice are you accusing me of committing now?" Feeling the wind knocked out of her sails at Gold's obviously unaware face, Regina slammed her fist down on the countertop. "Someone has found fit to… to… attempt an… enhancement to my anatomy," whispered Regina, looking around as if there were anyone around to overhear.
Gold stood there, hands continuing to idly dust a statue with a towel, contemplating what exactly Regina meant. As a look of comprehension finally dawned on his face, ending in a smirk, Regina hissed threateningly, "This is not a laughing matter, Gold." Gold chuckled, "I can't imagine anyone wanting to risk the wrath of the Evil Queen. Are you sure you didn't accidentally touch something in that vault of yours?" Regina shot back through clenched teeth, "I haven't been to my vault in days! This was no accident!"
Continuing to chuckle, Gold shook his head. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can help you with, dearie. If this is indeed a spell, it can only be broken by… engaging… in sexual activity with the caster of the spell."
Regina spat out, "So this is essentially a rape spell?" A look of concern stole over Gold's face. "Well, technically, you could put it that way, but this type of spell only works when the caster and recipient actually do feel desire for each other. Do you desire someone, Madam Mayor?" Gold left off slyly. Regina stood stock-still, fists clenched to her sides, furiously thinking. Who could it possibly be? Evidently not Robin, as he was gone, and he didn't have magic anyway. Who would desire her? Regina closed her eyes as the answer dawned on her. Emma. It had to be Emma. She was the only one powerful enough to cast a spell like this, and when you thought about it, how Emma strutted around, it was clear enough she wasn't opposed to women.
Gold was watching her, and Regina wanted to wipe that mocking smirk off his face. She snapped angrily, "If I find out you had a hand in this, so help me, Gold, you'll rue this day." Gold waved her off, laughing, "Good luck, dearie. Do try to enjoy the day's… activities." There was a loud bang as Regina made her way out, and Gold shook his head, amused at the antics of the Evil Queen and her Savior. They were so blind.
Regina sat in her study, sipping from her second glass full of her apple cider. She had spent the majority of the day furious at the idea of having to deal with this spell, with Emma. She didn't know how to broach the subject with Emma without feeling foolish, but she was certainly not going to walk around with this hanging from her vagina. So she sat, brooding, waiting for Emma to arrive at her house after her shift at the station. Regina thought about the text she had shot off to the Sheriff earlier that day.
R: Miss Swan, there is an urgent matter I need to speak with you about.
E: what? hen ok?
R: Yes, Henry is perfectly fine. I do not wish to have him present for our conversation. Could he go to your parents' after school?
E: um ok ill beep mom to let her know
E: is everything alright? u mad at me?
R: See you at 7 this evening.
E: cmon don't leave me hanging
R: I said, I will be seeing you at 7.
E: jeez okay have it your way see u soon
Emma wiped her hands on her jeans, feeling nervous about the upcoming conversation with Regina. She hadn't been called "Miss Swan" in awhile, and she really had no idea what was going to go down shortly. Wondering what she had done this time, Emma stood facing Regina's front door, hesitant to ring the doorbell. Sighing, she raised her hand and punched the doorbell button.