"Well, I know how to title this adventure in my journal. "Mike Gets His Rocks Off, & On & Off Again!"
"Yeah, we aren't you the least bit horny still from having horse balls earlier?"
"Reminded me of the year I spent as a pookah," Brian said wistfully.
Suddenly, an angry voice is heard shouting from behind them.
"Oh, great, I guess the stable boy was that gay wizard's personal whore," Brian groaned.
"What?"
"Elf ears," Brian explained pointing at his ears, "Can hear the whole monologue, he's reading the filly's mind. Apparently, the wizard bottomed for the formerly well-hung stable boy. He sounds pretty powerful. Better get ready to defend ourselves."
"Why doesn't he just change the filly back himself?" Mike asked.
"Grmph!" Joe didn't like wizards, and he'd had his fill of magic for this century already today!
"Because you must have gotten the filly pregnant. And even if you hadn't, he'd have found the boy was still a eunuch. You know the corollary of procreation, you can swap 'em but you can't regenerate 'em. Sort of a magical population control rule." Christine was rummaging through her pouch, "Now wear did I put those wards..."
A cloud of red smoke and a flash of lightening a surprisingly young wizard robed completely in black appears on the boulder at the cross roads ahead of them.