"You'll make a fine broodmare," she said proudly.
Chris flinched. Really? It was barely better! He had hoped to become human again! Not that!
"Not happy?" said the witch with a frown.
Chris shook his head to say no.
"Bet you hoped to become a man again,"cackled the witch. "But you did steal from me. You deserve more than a little punishment. Here's the choice. You become a horse, albeit female or you remain a mule. A mule forever. If you become a good little broodmare ands make me richer with little foals, I'll let you off the hook eventually and give you back your human form. Your choice."
He brayed fast and fearfully. Neither choice is good. At least as a mule he still had a penis. But to stay a mule forever would do him no good either. A fine consolation his penis would give him, especially as a denigrated sterile animal that couldn't even use it! Moreover, as a broodmare, his plight would be temporary. Hopefully as short as possible.
"So? What do you wish for? A broodmare?" asked mischievously the witch.
Chris jumps and brays, shaking his head to indicate a desperate "yes".
"Wish granted," laughed the old woman, shaking elaborately her wand.
The mule felt himself change. Less than before from human to mule but quite disturbing. His legs stretched, getting longer. More slender. His body and muzzle elongated. He could feel his mane and tail gather more hair, thicker too. But the weirdest sensation was on his genitalia. His penis and testicles retracted, pressuring his skin to accept the change. Not really painful but the feeling of an organ settling into its new place comfortably, as if privates as inverted themselves in the folds of his skin. After all, his testicles had just become ovaries and his penis a vagina and womb. He bent down. It was gone! All gone! Just an ugly horse cunt remained!
"I was right!" exclaimed joyfully the witch. "You make a beautiful mare! Perfect for breeding and making gorgeous foals to sell at the highest bidder! With the right breeding partner, of course."
Chris looked into the pail of water. His reflection showed him back a black mare with big eyes just as dark. He was no expert but he looked indeed like the sort of horse prized by rich folks. As he looked at the rest of his body, he could see that he had become a fit, slender and tall horse fully, one built for speed and energy. And his body kept reminding him it had great energy to spend. His legs darted here and there, his hooves stomped and his head raised itself and he couldn't stop whinnying and snickering. The witch conjured up a harness and a long leather rope, leading him to a pasture nearby. Chris thought about resisting but he couldn't help feel elated at the prospect of running around the enclosure, munching healthy green delicious grass. And his harness was made of fine leather. That was more like it! The leather wouldn't harm his glossy fur and was becoming of his high pedigree, embodied by his beautiful fine figure! Surely the witch would not introduce him to any ruffian-owned ugly horse with dubious ancestry.
"Here you go. Have fun. If you're good. I shall give you some nice apples or carrots."
Chris looked at her with excitement, but a little doubt remaining. She seemed to catch on for she added:
"Do not fret. Fine vegetables to keep your fur shiny and your figure as beautiful as the most gorgeous mare to ever trot the earth!"
Fully reassured, Chris wasted no time running around the pasture, galloping and trotting in turn to test out his new impressive and wonderful body. Too bad there weren't any mirrors so he could admire himself, though. He then munched heartily on rich chlorophyll-filled nutritious grass. Already his male human thoughts were receding in the background of his mind. These other feelings seemed much more pleasant, logical and fun to follow, courtesy of the witch's spell.
As for the witch herself, she went back into her house, extremely pleased with herself. She really had it all! A goose to make her immensely wealthy and a fine mare to bring in more cash! Any gentleman would buy babies from her, and at a great cost, no doubt! As for a breeding partner, well, there was another thief to catch. Or to mate with her precious little goose. All in good time. The possibilities were endless and fun to contemplate. The witch then went to bed, not waking up a sleeping Damon. Tomorrow would be pleasant, if work-filled. And regarding changing Chris back to his human form, it would depend on how much he resisted his new instincts. Some did more than others. It all depended on reach victim and circumstances. Not even witches and warlocks could know for sure. And she should change these two's names. Well, a task for tomorrow. She smiled. The days ahead would be fun indeed.