Jenny was having trouble figuring out why it hadn't occurred to her to move to somewhere larger and remote and start what she really wanted, a nice, quiet zoo full of her pets, playthings, and things. A farm would be a good start, and she was positively horse-brained after turning those two girls into one horse. But what she had planned, now, definitely put her in the realm of supervillain.
Tugging Kris's head up and along with one hand, the other pulled on the reins of the horse as she stepped them through a portal to a large country farmhouse. Jenny had considered simply going through the staff and residents on the farm, but something about it didn't sit right with her. Instead, she bought the property outright (Deeply discounted, of course, thanks to a few quick, deep implanted thoughts). She was, of course, quick to use her laptop and phone's abilities to move everyone and the animals out quickly, even going so far as to restore the entire complex to brand-new in the process.
Jenny brought Kris and the two-girl horse into the house, then started to strip herself naked, peeling Chloe-the-red-stockings off of her legs, then laying them out on the living room's couch. With a few presses of buttons, the stockings were suddenly a very human Chloe again, and more or less self aware. Over the years, she'd developed a bit of a stockholm syndrome and both her and Jenny knew that there wasn't much other options for Chloe save to learn to love what she could. Chloe, while very human again, was also a perfect human clone of Jenny, and Jenny didn't seem to mind letting Chloe 'free.'
"I bet you're glad to be back. Just in time, I wanted to tell you about the plan. We're hitting the county fair pageant circuits, and there's going to be a lot of happy new animals around," Jenny monologued, before looking over at Chloe.
"Well, how was it?"
"Weird, but...but...I loved being so close to your pussy. I miss the taste in my mouth," Chloe admitted.
Jenny glanced over at her two-girl horse, then grinned at Chloe. "I think you might enjoy what's next. Unless you're...chicken," Jenny says deviously, hinting at a previous time when she'd turned her into a mostly-chicken and ate her eggs for breakfast for a few weeks until getting bored and changing her to something else. In the mean time, her laptop was already sifting through county fair data, finding all of the entrants.