Christine backed into the corner as her pussified friends approached in a semicircle. The stable boy was just awakening and had his hands on his head moaning. Suddenly, he dropped his hand to his lap, and let out a high pitched scream as he discovered his womanhood.
Think fast, they shouldn't be this angry. Must be residual testosterone. Christine rattled off a spell, thinking it up as she spoke, "Spirits near and spirits far hear my plea, send cocks and balls to my pussified friends, one, two, three!"
Thunder clapped. A great rumbling could be heard rushing toward the stable. Christine realized she'd broken the first rule of magic, again. Be precise, you're likely to get exactly what you ask for!
A horde of barbarians, orcs, trolls, dark elves, and nameless monsters burst into the stable. They were all suddenly horny, and the last females they had were two months ago.
"You had to ask for cocks and balls for your friends. Gads, you, are the worst spell caster I've ever--ooooh!" The lead man's stallion had mounted Mike, as the man had dismounted in full armour onto Brian. A dark elf with enchanted gloves seized Christine from behind, she was spellbound.