This couldn't be happening, but.... Iwalked over to my closest, and moved the clothes off the door to uncoverthe mirror. With a thought I changed back...to unicorn.This was incredible. I could look at the swirling lights and colors inthe horn without getting headache now, but I took a good look at therest of me. Not bad, I thought, for a horse. I didn't have a beard likeI thought I would. I did not have goats' hooves, but I did have a milkywhite coat and snow white mane and tail. Something was. ”“Monica,” I said. “Hang on just a moment. I’m seventy, not a teenager. I sometimes take days to recover!”“No! I don’t care - I will work on him now.” And she slid down me and started to lick and clean and kiss me, ‘back to life,’ as she put it. Magician or witch? I don’t care because she did ‘magic’ me back to life and it seemed a very short space of time elapsed before Monica was sliding herself down on me and I was wearing her like a wonderfully tight, velvet glove.That most exquisite of. We went to bathroom and cleaned each other after that, I asked him for some drink and we agreed for a beer. He requested me to be in just bra and panty. I agreed to his request. I wore my undergarments and arranged for beer while I was arranging for stuff Vikas came close to me and his hands were playing with my naked butts since the string was lost in my butt crack. I told him to wait but his childish nature is not letting him stop. Finally we settled and poured beers in a beer mug. He came. Amazingly, Lenail is able to keep up, being very nimble and light on her feet. She seems almost to glide across the ground, and I can see her at all times is my near 360 vision. After what seems like only a few minutes of running in the rain, a large farm house, a barn, and a two silos appear out of nowhere in front of us. “Lets go see if they’re home, shall we” says Lenail. We trot over to the door and Lenail nuzzles the doorbell. After a few moments footsteps arrive, and an ancient, chubby.