Damon didn't stay in the circus for long. Madame Illusia's colleagues promptly sold him, or rather her, to a farmer, and for a hefty sum. The farmer thought he was doing a good deal, but it was nothing next to the performers. A true profit that couldn't be dreamed of better, as it was an all-around benefit. After all, Damon had cost them absolutely nothing to start with!
The colleagues of Madame Illusia told the farmer that the mare was called "Cherub", due to her sweet temperament. It was true that Damon hadn't made a fuss as he was led away, as many other transformed people did. Rather understandably so, however. And one person thought it'd be a witty pun to go from "Damon" to "Cherub". The connection with the word "demon" had made all the other laugh. And so Damon, now Cherub, was led to a lush pasture many, many moles away from the city and starting his new life.
A new life that wasn't bad for the new horse. Oh, he didn't get pregnant from being mounted at the circus but a beautiful, frisky and sweet-tempered mare like him need just wait. The farmer, a horse breeder too, had to select the perfect stallion and with such a fine specimen, well, he couldn't rush things. Cherub was getting used to her new environment first, and doing so at a stellar rate.
And indeed, it was true for Damon. As a former human, you'd think he was most distressed but overall, he got adjusted to his new role and existence very fast and well. Sure, once led off the stage, he was most confused but into the stables, he was presented with carrots, apples and sugar cubes. Now he couldn't resist and munched on gleefully. It was also a way to get his new mind occupied and help forget that he was not human anymore. And it worked. The confusion and fright had been omnipresent but once in the stable, he was overwhelmed by a great sense of security, and even more so as he discovered the pasture. His new instincts delighted at the fresh delicious grass and at the nice fresh air, so different from the vile on in the city! And the sun was shining and the weather was great. Cherub rolled in the grass, enjoying the amazing feeling, then starting to socialise with other horses, while darting glances at the cattle in the other field over. What strange creatures! But their babies were so cute! Ands the other horses so nice! So different from humans, who were too mean and complicated... At least horses were nice and honest. And that human always came to him with brushes, scratches and yummy fruity, veggie and sugary treats. The farmer cared for Damon and asked for nothing in return. How nice! So much easier than worrying about rent, work, sex, money and all other awful human concerns and responsibilities. Between his new desires, likes and freedom, Damon never stood a change and embraced his new equine nature. His good heart merely became that of Cherub, a silly darling mare.