Walking past the stall that housed Prince, a strapping 20-year-old stallion with blond hair and bulging muscles that had been hardened by hard work in... the fields, she allowed herself a small smile. She heard Megg, another Milk Maid, hissing frustrated curses at Prince as she tried to get him tacked up for milking. Apparently Prince was not feeling cooperative, and no wonder! Megg might have been the Scullery Maid's primary competition for the annual Production Prize, but she just didn't have. “Got to ring the changes, ladies.” I was working the bar and in came the dark horse. “Where’s Ham?” “She’s taking a break. She’ll probably be down in a while.” “A bottle of the Chablis, the good one and I’ll have a fillet steak, blue, with salad.” “Sure. Take a seat and I’ll bring your wine.” That evening she was in a long red skirt with a white blouse. I opened the bottle, gave it a sniff to make sure it was ok then carried it across to her table. She tasted it and said, rather to my surprise,. All of them appeared to be about two meters tall, there was no significant height difference between them, and just as last time he was reminded of a fresh plucked and butchered chicken sitting on top of their thin necks, complete with drumstick legs and fleshy little wings on the side. The eyes had the appearance of peeled onion bulbs stuck into the sides of the eerie-looking head. That the being in the middle was of greater importance, was evident in the more elaborately decorated robe-like. A young family, mom, dad, and son reached the desk “Good morning Madame”. “Welcome to the Lodge everybody” Sue said “Have you had a nice flight?”The woman felt the atmosphere… “Quite good but very long, and so my husband decided to fuck Aaron when the hostess turned off the lights”. “Madame, you got the soul of our Hotel” Sayd Sue laughing a little. “Did your husband got him?”. “No, our hostess called the Captain who invited Aaron to visit the cabin… he closed the door and fucked Aron for half.