One was myself and the other was that disguised slip of a girl. I, as the owner of the blooded stud, had no interest in having my champion’s bloodl...ne seed passed on to just any horny backwoods filly! Apparently, the girl was the owner of the temptress filly. I couldn’t see why she would have an objection, but it seems that she did. “Please stop your stud!” the young lady pleaded as we two rounded the barn at a run. “She has never been busted and I believe she is too young for it!”Oh, was. The time was going so slow as if the watches have stopped I called priya in afternoon to ask her if she wants to have beer in night she said she will have if I will have at last it was 8 pm I picked up beers & condoms on the way home she opened the door wearing a short skirt and a white semi transparent shirt with nothing inside, I could see her nipples poking in the shirt I closed the door behind me and we kissed “uncle please get fresh and change into your night wear I have made some chicken. It didn’t matter right now how terrible a person I was, how the God Luben must despise me for making mockery of his marriage vows. It didn’t matter that I was the lowest avian ever born. My inability to fly, my adulterous ways, proved how filthy I was. But I couldn’t worry about that. Not when I had to protect us.I didn’t understand why Faoril’s magic failed. I only hoped mine faired better. The trembling in my fingers stilled. I held my air totem, gripping the light balsa wood carved with. Everything changed; my apartment, previously a bachelor's dream, becamea place of neatness, of carefully neutral furnishing and decoration. Mybedroom became mostly-filled with girl's clothes, and the bathroomoverflowed with makeup. I began taking care of myself, eating properly,and...things changed.I began to fill out the uniform quite nicely, even if I cheated alittle. My chestnut-red hair grew long, falling in soft curves to mid-back; my so-pale-blue-they-looked-like-ice-cubes eyes began to.