It wasn’t V’s fault…well, not exactly. She had cast the spell, that much was true. Work was c

It wasn’t V’s fault…well, not exactly. She had cast the spell, that much was true. Work was calling her out of town for an unprecedented two weeks, and even though she’d tried, accounting had thrown a fit at the idea of booking the trip for two.  On the other hand, maybe she shouldn’t have tried to convince them that she was just bringing her pet along before explaining that they’d still have to book a second full person ticket. So she’d done the reasonable thing. She’d messaged one of the fuck buddies the two women shared, told him where to get a spare key, and asked him to keep company with Haley while she was out of town. On one hand it would keep Haley cum drunk and happy, and on the other hand it would make sure she didn’t need to worry about Haley getting kidnapped by some guy at a bar. Again. Only if someone was going to spend the two weeks keeping Haley entertained he was clearly going to need some help, and since she didn’t want that many people tramping in and out of their apartment (and her girlfriend) she’d decided to leave him a little bit of help. The spell had guaranteed “the strength and stamina of a bull”. Just what Haley’s caretaker was going to need.Only, it wasn’t of the bull, but as the bull. A simple mistake, really. The original spell had been written in an ancient Greek dialect before being translated to ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, retranslated into 19th century British, then finally published by a bored college student who was blogging about her degree in industrial-era arcanists. Given all of that, it was a miracle the spell worked at all. And since V had already left by the time it took effect, she didn’t know what to expect when she came home. As a bull. By the time V finally got back, Haley was passed out, drooling into a puddle of sweat and cum that was never going to wash out of the sheets. The young blonde was bruised, stretched, and so over fucked that her clit was still numb even three days later. Her guardian was sitting in the kitchen, wolfing down the third pizza of the day, because having the strength and stamina of a bull also meant having the appetite of one. He gave V a baleful look, but kept eating as she started the work of a counterspell to turn him back to his normal shape. Once he fit back into his clothes, he gave V a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed back home to take a long nap and figure just how the fuck he was going to explain to work where he’d been for the last fortnight. Of course, it wasn’t for several more weeks before the three of them learned of the spell’s other effect. Strength of the bull, stamina of the bull, appetite of the bull…fertile as the bull. -- source link

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