I only have to think once, and the mare that had been the policewoman plods over to me. Her cunt is still slick from her sex with Sam the stallion, whose seed dribbles from the black lips. The mare turns and presents her rump to Dan, backing up until she is only a few feet away.
The man wrinkles his nose at the smell. "Uh, what are you going to do?"
"I already made a man into a foal." I point to the other mare. "So this time I am going to use a partner." I point to Sam.
"The horse? How can he help?" Dan looks confused.
"Oh, he's already done his part. He filled the mare with his seed. That's half a foal. Now all we need is an unfertilized egg, and in a year or so, there will be another little colt running around."
Just then, I make his clothes vanish. A thick, tough snake-like cord shoots from the mare's cunt and plunges into Dan's belly. He gasps and struggles to pull free, but he is already shrinking quickly.
Now 20, he sees dark hair spreading over his body. 18, and his face is pushing out. 16, and his hands are thickening into hooves. 14, and his eyes get larger and softer. 12 now, and looking more like a foal than a human. 10, and his head is compeltely changed, animal eyes showing white all around. 8, and he looks like a normal newborne foal. 6 now, and he falls to the ground in a heap, shrinking into pre-birth. 4, and a sack has formed around him, filled with fluid in which the 8-month-old foetus floats. 2, and the sack is drawn into the mare's cunt. There is no bulge this time, for as Dan slides into the mare's womb, he ceases to be even a foetus. There is only an unfertilized egg, which quickly finds a partner in one of Sam's waiting sperm. All that remains of Dan is the core of what will be a normal horse's identity. He is an animal in all ways.