"Oh crap, not yet 21 or old enough to drink and Damon thought his/her life looked so screwed up that one might even think, of putting an end to it all. His massive changes left her as tired, feeling so strange as Circe's spellbinding felt more like a evil curse.
Becoming as a female firstly attacked that real you as a male body changed to a female body. Even then did he/she feel the urge to drop to all fours and forage on pasture grasses and let some stallion sniff her scent. Unsure as to the new height of longer legs, Damon knelt on one fore-knee to try and graze.
"Damon, this land is more cursed than what I spellbound you to becoming a mare. Many strange happenings have wandered this land, these pastures. Others, those like you, people, men and women alike changed by magic to become as animals have grazed upon these hearty grasses. Everything around here happens to point toward a world run for, and by the pleasure of devils and demons.
Beware of those here who can destroy your memories, leaving you as dumb and getting dumber. Your thoughts will argue with those wild impressions bouncing about in your Mare head. Making matters worse, a pair of Percheron horses named Jack and Sarah, a husband and his changed wife, they are in a barn stall, they being transformed humans, kept as prisoners.
The continued prancing about of Jack the stallion is of wanting to breed, and he won't care if the mare is large like him or smaller, like you!" Circe warned, she seemed as worried about where Damon thought to call her new home.
The scent of stallion urine strikes an urge, as Damon walked toward a puddle of yellow froth. The smelling of stallion urine is acrid to her human thoughts, yet by some building desire Damon wanted to sniff at it, she taking great breaths of seductive scent.
"Careful Damon, what you smell was left there by Jack some hours ago. Such urine will infect your mind and Jack will impregnate your womb!" Circe warned her newest protege'.
"Neigh...!" Damon whinnied, she had her mind in a quandary. Her labia lips began their winking activity, as she sniffed for where a stallion might be, even Jack the Percheron was a possible mate!
Damon felt horrified, that male aroma from what Jack left as a puddle, his scent mixed with the new feminine mentality of being a mare.
She stood snorting and sniffing, enjoying the rich scent which her body wanted of his big part shoved deep and he thrusting. Damon noted how quickly his human thoughts did leave his/her brain. Instinctive desire welled up and walking took to running, heading toward the barn and a frolic with Jack the big stud.
Minutes pass and then cease to matter to a mare seeking feelings of mating. Damon cares not of what or how much time she has or does, or needs. No clock other that the one built into a mare vagina and her being a horse, she thinks only of big cocks hanging erect. Actually, any equine penis connected to equally large testicles that pump hormones what stirs to awaken a sleeping giant that is a two foot long black shaft is her greatest desire.
As Damon the mare began to learn that to graze is rewarding, to have sex as a mare with stallion, sex drives those of the Equine world to find true joy.