When the light cleared, the entire group of rebels had become horses. Sassy and Anya gaped in shock. The spell hadn't transformed the men into the same thing, either. Two men had become stallions, two had become mares, and a fifth had become a foal. At first, Sassy wondered about the sixth man, until she saw that one of the mares was visibly pregnant. The sixth man must have become a fetal foal.
"I did not realize the amulet was so powerful," Anya breathed in astonishment. Sassy neighed in agreement. "They have become a herd of mustangs. But they do not seem to have a leader." That wouldn't be a problem for long. Out of the woods, the stallion that had mated with Sassy before emerged.
Anya and Sassy watched as the stallion claimed both mares, shoving his cock into their pussies and shooting them full of seed. Then, he turned his attention to the stallions. To Sassy's shock, he mounted the stallions as well, thrusting into their assholes as vigorously as he had taken the mares. The stallions seemed to enjoy it, shooting their seed on the ground as they came with loud whinnies of delight. Once he had claimed the mustangs, the stallion neighed at them in command. The new horses obediently followed him into the woods.
"Well, that was odd," Anya remarked. She patted Sassy's neck. "Let us find shelter for the night. The roads clearly are not safe for much travel." Sassy couldn't agree more. They continued down the road, seeking a place to sleep.