Looking around it was obvious there would be no resistance from the Molossian army. The French Maid was
currently riding the cock of a soldier whilst another took her from behind and a third stood with her head
bobbing on his member. Bo Peep was in a similar position lying on her back atop a soldier with cocks in her
ass, pussy and mouth. The Milk Maid sucked off a youth as he lay in the grass. It was hard to believe these
wanton sluts were manly soldiers too not so long ago. Such was the power of Morgana I suppose... or sex.
With all the soldiers now otherwise occupied Morgana could cast spells with no interference from, well,
soldiers trying to kill her. She took a moment to take in the strange orgy around her and smiled. "Right! Back
to work!" with that she began sending swirled bolts of energy at each man. I watched as the youth with the
milk maid got up in shock before falling back onto his hands, now hoofs, as he quickly metamorphosed into a
cow with a full udder that the milk maid drained into her bucket. He mooed in protest but the maid just patted
her saying "there, there, Bessie."
The 4 men obediently sitting, begging and licking the boots of the dominant woman were soon shrinking and
whining as they did so. They grew each grew different colored fur. Black, pink, white and brown each curled
and fluffy around their necks and atop their heads. Soon they had tails and snouts and all but the brown
furred one had the penises shrink and disappear entirely. Soon they were nothing more than a group of small
poodles, wagging their tails and obediently standing on hind legs as their mistress laughed.
The red headed girl was no longer being chased by men but she skipped a long playing a flute followed by a
quartet of mice. The wet nurse held a pair of naked babies to her bosom before gently laying them a top their
former clothes and diapering the infants saying "I told you I'd take care of you my little darlings!"
Bo Peep sat smoking with a trio of sheep looking very tired but still beaming as the french maid was ordering
three naked women around. "Now you vill put on zese uniforms and do as ze madmoiselle sayz" she commanded
handing them similar uniforms, "Iv I 'ere any complaints I vill make sure you are turned into zomething useful
like er feather duster!"
The Bar Wench stood above a group of transforming men making all sorts of barnyard noises and ruckus. Their
clothes tearing as they flailed around on the floor in spilt beer and mud. Where once stood the tallest and
strongest of the men was now a pile of clothes that moved around in a circle before a hen popped its head out
and cawed. The soldier with his head in her breasts looked up at her with an upturned nose and squealed as he
fattened and joined the rest on the floor. "Men turn into such pigs when their drunk!" the wench exclaimed.
The older man who was spanking the naughty, naked girl with a collar on found himself rejuvenated and young
again. His fairly limp spanking becoming stronger and more painful to the girl over his knee and she found
herself crying and moaning loudly in ecstasy through her ballgag at the same time. Judging from the sound of
her moans I guessed that she'd annoyed Morgana the night before by moaning louder and longer than the other
girls and keeping the rest of us awake.
The handsome soldier left the church bride in arms. They kissed and hurried off to the inn back across the
street. No doubt to consummate their marriage.
"What's that one about?" I asked pointing to the couple.
"He left his wife and kids. Now he'll be bearing his own. Quintuplets if I have anything to say about it!"
Morgana smirked. Ah, I thought. Of course it wouldn't have been an act of kindness.