Heidi's Coronation Ch. 01

PROLOGUE

The palace throne room of a far off kingdom

Heidi was lounging in the palace's throne room. She'd been here all day, and in fact, most of her life, or at least as much as she bothered to remember. Heidi was the crown Princess to her late parent's kingdom. Both of her parents were already dead. Her mother died when Heidi was still very young, and her Father never returned after the last war. Their deaths left her as the de facto errant-Princess of the realm. Of course, she had a slew of advisors and diplomats actually ruling the kingdom in their stead. So while she could shirk most of her responsibilities, she was still expected to occasionally listen to her people's mindless gripes.

"Um, your majesty?" A peasant hesitantly interjected.

She clearly had drifted off.

"Er, Yes. I do agree," Heidi fumbled with her words. Glancing quickly at her advisor who just stared expectantly at her. "Um, grant this dear man twice of...whatever he had asked of me."

At this the peasant perked up, stunned at the Princess's sudden interest in his plight. He stuttered and choked on with his words as he bowed multiple times, muttering what she assumed was some sort of thank you before the peasant quickly left the grand hall.

"Ehrmm, If I may, your highness, that was... quite generous of you," said the Royal Advisor, Vishal.

Heidi bit her lip, "Uh, what exactly did I grant him."

"Enough food for 2 winters, apparently," he jested.

"Oh gosh. I'm sorry," Heidi responded apologetically.

Vishal smiled at her, "Go on get out of here," as he waved his hand dismissing her. "Leave this old man to deal with the riff raff and you go enjoy yourself. Lest you give away half the kingdom."

Heidi flashed a smile back, mouthing the words 'thank you' to Vishal before prancing out of the throne room.

Vishal was an older man and had been an advisor in her kingdom longer than Heidi had been alive. He had been the acting ruler for a few years, ever since the death of the late King, Heidi's father. Vishal wasn't royalty, he was only an advisor, but Heidi wasn't old enough to rule the kingdom and it had been decided that he would hold the throne until Heidi was of age, and properly crowned.

Unfortunately that meant that Heidi had no real power in her own kingdom. As part of those traditions that Vishal vowed to uphold actively worked to keep Heidi out of her rightful rulership. It wasn't all bad. He used to be great friends with her father and so far the advisor hasn't steered her or the Kingdom wrong. As far as Heidi was concerned, he could continue to busy himself with the daily operations and those tedious traditions.

Heidi burst into her bedroom and flopped down onto the bed, sinking into its pillowed folds. She let out a deep sigh as she laid face first on her bed.

The Princess had been having a hard time staying focused lately. She is due to inherit her crown soon; she was already of age and her coronation was only two days away. But it wasn't her coronation ceremony or the festivities that preceded it that had her worked up, it was something slightly more stressful. Her crown came attached with an inconvenient clause, it required her to choose a suitor. The inevitable ordeal had her at a new level of terror.

Heidi had never attracted much attention from the available suitors in her early life. They always hailed from distant exotic lands, lavishing expensive gifts in their attempts to woo the Princess. Despite the wooing, none of the deals ever completed. In the past, she never worried herself over her bad luck with the suitors, but now that her crown was potentially on hold until she was wed, the pressure was increasing.

The failures of the past weren't always her fault. The problems typically started due to the business and treaty implications of marrying off the sole heir. Vishal and her many other advisors and miscellaneous nobles denied the mergers to avoid signing the Kingdom off to some unfit Prince. Unfortunately, the few that made it through the rigorous qualifications ended up backing out for other shallower reasons. Dozens of Princes had already passed her down time and time again and now that she was older, there weren't waves of eligible men pounding on the palace gates just to see her. She couldn't help but feel like she was to blame and just couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy.

Heidi certainly wasn't bad looking, and she had some redeeming features, but she had not quite flourished into a woman yet. Heidi had a cute face with a button nose and soft cheeks. She was of a pretty average height, and had a light frame but her more alluring feminine aspects hadn't followed up at all. Her breasts sat completely flat on her chest, and the barely defined curve of her hips would have had her mistaken for a boy if not for all the frilly dresses she was wearing. She'd always fantasized about a different grown up version of herself, ruling the kingdom all on her own. Of course, she would be the most beautiful queen that ever ruled, and the most powerful in all the lands.

"Would be nice," she thought to herself.

"I'd have my pick of all the Princes. Hell, I could probably steal a few kings away from their queens," she laughed to herself.

The thought lingered in her mind, "How great would it be if I really was the most sought after Princess in all the lands?"

She dreamt of hardened knights in each arm and a hall of servants tending to her every whim. She never considered herself the type to need a man, but the idea of having complete control over a harem of Princes certainly had its appeal. She was grinning at the idea.

There was a knock at the Princess's door that shook her from the fantasy.

"Uh, Who is it?" She called at the door. The Princess waited in anticipation of a response but, there was no answer.

Annoyed, Heidi shot a second call towards the silent door, "Hello? Anyone there?"

Sighing, the Princess bounced to her feet. She walked across to her bedroom door, unlocked the bolt and poked her head through the opening. To her surprise no one was outside her door.

"Hello??" Her voice rang out, echoing down the hallway, but still no answer. Heidi was a little frustrated that she had to repeat herself multiple times.

She fully peeked around the corners of the hall looking out for who was knocking on the door. She was about to give up her search when a bright shimmer caught her attention. A shiny silver paper was placed at the base of the door. She grabbed the slip and returned to her covers, closing the door behind her.

It felt like ordinary paper, but had a shiny metallic appearance to it. One side had writing inscribed into it, it simply read: "Follow me."

"That's a little cryptic," she thought to herself, "How am I supposed to follow a piece of paper when it doesn't have a map on it?"

At that exact instant, the paper leapt from her hands. It had folded itself down the middle and began fluttering in the air, propelling itself effortlessly across the room. It looked a lot like a butterfly; some kind of silver paper butterfly.

"Magic?" Heidi tilted her head as she got up to investigate the living silver paper. It must be some joke played by the court wizards. It would seem to be the only reasonable conclusion she could draw.

The butterfly seemed to leave a trail of sparkling dust in its wake as it moved through the air. It was hovering just above the door knob, inviting Heidi to follow it. Curious where it was headed, she opened the door for the enchanted paper and it fluttered into the hallway, stopping just before it turned the corner.

Where was it trying to lead her? "Where are you going?" She sang out loud.

It responded by fluttering past the edge of the corner and out of sight, Heidi had no choice but to chase after it, lest she lose it somewhere in the palace. Just as she moved over to the end of the hall it flickered to the top of the stairs. The paper stayed tantalizingly out of reach. Once spotted, it rapidly dove down to one of the lower levels.

Biting her lip, Heidi kept following the paper butterfly. Heidi let her curiosity get the better of her.

"It seems harmless enough," no one knew these grounds better than she did, "If it stayed in the palace grounds what was the worst that could happen?" She reasoned.

She chased the magical butterfly through the various halls, opening whatever doors they came across along the way. It eventually led her to the courtyard gardens where it fluttered in front of an old tree before transforming back into the lifeless silver paper.

Heidi knelt down to inspect the paper. The inscriptions were gone now, and it was just a mundane slip of paper now.

"Now what?" She said somewhat disappointed, having chased the butterfly expecting a treasure hunt or something exciting to follow suit.

"Greetings child," said a voice from behind her.

Snapping quickly around at the startling voice Heidi fell backwards into the grass. Standing before her was what looked like a frail old woman and her cane. She had a grandmotherly look and a calm expression on her face with the slightest hint of a grin.

Heidi broke the awkward silence, "Um, who are you and what are you doing in my garden?" Heidi demanded. Still in her seated position on the grass.

"My name is Newt, and I'm here to grant your heart's desires," Her hands moving in a crescent moon shape above her head as she spoke as if to put emphasis on her statement. "How do you do?"

Her only response was a sarcastic, "Riiight," as she slowly moved to gather herself up off the floor.

"I wanted to do something nice for the Queen to be. It is your coronation after all," Newt continued.

Heidi was properly confused now, "Do.. do I know you?" Heidi questioned the stranger.

"It appears not, but I know you Heidi. So I got you something of a present, if you'd like. I worked really hard on it so I hope you enjoy it."

At that, Newt presented Heidi a small flask full with a dull purple liquid inside. Newt gestured it towards Heidi bobbing it up and down as if trying to entice her into taking the mysterious gift.

Heidi crossed her arms, "I'm not in the business of accepting gifts from strange women I don't know. How do I know it isn't poison and you are only here to kill me?"

The women's eyes seemed to widen at this accusation, but she seemed to calm herself before speaking.

"Now, now, I would never so brazenly attack a member of the royal family, lest the only heir. I only mean to help you, I am only here to grant your deepest heart's desire. Did you NOT want to be the greatest queen in all the lands?"

Heidi perked up at that, "How did she know?"

"...A queen of unparalleled widom, and unlimited power. Anything you could possibly desire..." Newt continued, "Perhaps something more practical? Say, a queen of unmatchable beauty, lusted after by men and the envy of every woman..."

Heidi bit her lip again; she was curious how a simple potion was supposed to help her in that goal.

As if reading her mind, Newt went on to explain the effects of the mysterious purple liquid.

"It's simple really. This little potion will unlock your deepest desires. Simply think of what you'd like to change and just like magic, it will happen," winking as she said the word 'magic'.

Before Heidi could ask the next question on her mind the woman continued.

"You control the changes, of course. A strong-willed Princess, such as you, should have no problems keeping in control. You should have a full 7 days in which the changes can occur and then afterwards they will be permanent. I trust you will be satisfied by the time a week has gone by," Newt placed the potion onto the grass at her feet, and began to back away slowly.

"The choice is yours, It's all up to you now Princess. You can finally become the Princess your father knew you would become."

Heidi stood staring at the potion before glancing at her feet. By the time she looked up the old woman had vanished. Heidi looked around the courtyard for any sign of the woman. She locked eyes on the flask and stared at it for a little while longer before working herself up enough to reach over and grab it.

It was a small unmarked flask with a cork in its opening. The liquid inside was opaque and had a flat dull purple colour. Heidi shook the bottle gently and the liquid sloshed around forming some gentle bubbles. It seemed harmless enough.

Heidi took the flask back up to her room, she would decide what to do with it later.

CHAPTER 1

In the Princess's bedroom, later that night

Heidi lay facing the purple flask sitting on her end table. She had been contemplating it's arrival for more than a few hours now. Its presence haunting her.

"What if it actually works?" Heidi thought to herself.

The potion itself looked mostly mundane, it didn't glow or feel warm to the touch or anything she could notice. Heidi knew the potion must have some kind of magical power, but its effects were vague at best.

She recalled the old woman saying, "You can control the changes," if that was true, surely this was just a thoughtful gift.

Heidi had determined the old woman must have been some kind of witch. As a kid, Heidi had heard tales about witches who turned Princesses into toads but Heidi hadn't sensed any ill-will about the woman for herself. If the witch had wanted to hurt her she could have easily done so. If the intent was to kill the Princess, why go through all the trouble of brewing a potion for it.

Heidi reached out to grab the flask and carefully removed the lid. It came free with little struggle, and an audible pop.

The Princess took an exploratory whiff of the magical potion. It had a sweet smell, a combination of lavender and other spring flowers. It didn't smell dangerous. She gave it one more cursory glance. It doesn't look dangerous.

Heidi sloshed the liquid around in the flask, "Here goes nothing."

She took a deep breath and then lifted the bottle to her lips and drank the potion. Putting the bottle down as she awaited any possible changes, or possible death.

"Nothing yet," she thought, "Maybe the potion was just a trick. It's some sort of cruel joke designed to get a girl's hopes up and then smash them on the rocks"

Heidi was really starting to doubt its effects when a faint tingling in her chest was beginning to grow.

Heidi froze. Feeling the tingling grow in intensity, it felt like a gentle breeze underneath her skin, and it seemed focused on her small breasts, mainly her nipples.

She broke her statuesque pose to strip out of her night gown baring her chest. Her erect nipples stood out prominently from her petite breasts. Their flat shapes barely made even the slightest curvature.

The tingling had continued to mount, now feeling like a light tickle. Heidi moved her hands up to cup her flat breasts in an attempt to soothe the ticklish reaction. In vain as the sensation grew and Heidi couldn't help but squirm. As her hands cupped her breasts she noted the increased sensitivity of her nipples. She got a sharp pleasure spike each time her hands brushed over the small nubs, causing her nipples to further stiffen in response.

Heidi let out an audible gasp. They were way more sensitive than normal, and she relished the feeling. Was this the only effect of the potion?

Heidi failed to see how a potion that increased her nipple's sensitivity would, "Fulfill her deepest desires," but maybe this is fulfilling some other agenda? She recalled the potion was also supposed to allow her to control it, she just had to, "Think of what to change," perhaps that was related. Had she always, deep down, wanted sensitive nipples? Was her mind subconsciously willing this transformation? How could a potion possibly know that if even Heidi didn't?

Both her hands were idly kneading her boobs and playing with each of her nipples. Each squeeze brought on a new wave of pleasure. Heidi had never felt these sensations this strongly before. Each wave was a new climax of mind-blowing pleasure. Each wave enticed guttural moans and sexual screams from Heidi as her body reeled from the raw sensations.

The tingling had been continuing to grow, multiplying with each wave of pleasure. It seemed to be building towards a final climax and her ministrations were helping to speed it along. Every flick and twist led to a new level of sexual satisfaction. Her nipples were positively erect by this point, and burning hot.

They'd never felt this way before, and Heidi's body wasn't quite sure how to respond, her brain just knew it needed more. By this point her hands were on auto pilot, well beyond her higher control - not that Heidi cared as she was completely wracked by the explosions of pleasure.

Heidi was well and truly lost in the motions now. Her hands murderously working on her breasts before she finally gave in.

Her mouth gaped wide open, but no words, only an incalculable sexual escapade. Her last scream was silent, as every ounce of her being went into the final climax.

Heidi was barely conscious. Her breasts were left tingling from the ordeal, her hands and body shaking from the raw orgasmic bliss. Satisfied and completely exhausted Heidi fell asleep immediately.

The next day

Heidi was rudely awoken to blinding sunlight.

"Good afternoon Princess," her servant called out as she pulled back the various lengths of curtains covering each of the bedroom's many windows. Conjuring more sunlight with each draw.

Heidi threw a pillow at the servant, "Go clean somewhere else," she grumpily demanded. Covering her eyeballs with her covers, Heidi rolled onto her face in an attempt to retreat from the sun.

"No Heidi, you need to get up. You can't expect Vishal to cover for you all day," the servant coaxed as she yanked the covers off the Princess.

"Sophie!" Heidi complained.

"Oh my, someone had fun last night," Sophie quipped mischievously as she inspected the bed sheets.

Heidi turned face-up to see the mess she had made. In all truth, it was pretty impressive. Her sheets were soaked. Heidi turned beat red with embarrassment at the discovery.

Seeing her reaction, the servant pushed Heidi, "Oh don't worry about this one I'll clean it right up for you," Sophie jested, "It'll be a secret for us girls."

Heidi rolled her eyes.

Sophie was the Princess's hand maiden and her best friend. They'd both grown up in the palace together, and were nearly the same age. Sophie was only a couple years older but had lived amongst the royal family for her whole life. Her parents had also been servants in the palace, so naturally Sophie followed in their footsteps. Even though they aren't related in any way Sophie had always treated Heidi like a younger sister, regardless of Heidi's royal heritage.

"What happened to you?" Sophie said staring at Heidi's bare breasts.

Following Sophie's curious stare, Heidi noticed her nipples were erect, bright red and a little swollen. Her nipples appeared slightly bigger than yesterday's. From her quick glance, she figured about a quarter of an inch longer. As if on an automatic reaction, she moved her hands up to cover her bare breasts.

Heidi shrugged, "Must've had a really good night," attempting to feint her excitement.

Sophie rolled her eyes in response.

As Heidi was cupping her tit flesh, she could almost feel them filling her hands, but ever so slightly. Much to her delight, they had a gentle curvature now, where she had previously been completely flat.

She warranted another quick peek to confirm her suspicions.