Monica was properly furious. And outraged. Everyone was greatly amused by her boyfriend, Damon, getting turned into a mare. And not just though a puff of smoke or another great show smacking of hocus pocus. Oh no. Instead, it was done through a horrifyingly humiliating scene, with her boyfriend getting licked on the privates while slowly becoming a male horse! How vile! And naming the awful beast "Lucky" as if this was all a big fat joke! Damon was naked on stage getting licked on the privates by a horse! And that horrid Madame Illusia witch was telling him that. once Damon possessed female horse genitalia, he'd get mounted on to finish his transformation? How completely sick and disgusting! And everyone was watching this as if it was a hilarious show! Worse, Damon was obviously getting aroused by the attention that horse was bestowing upon him! How was she supposed to react as his girlfriend, being replaced like that? Damon wasn't just exhibiting himself in the worst fashion, he was making her nauseous with shame as well. People were laughing while he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. So if SHE was the one to put a stop to this sick show of madness, well, so be it. Someone had to do it because it couldn't just go on.
So Monica rose and walked onto the stage, demanding for things to stop and that it was plain disgusting. People groaned and Madame Illusia frowned but Damon barely seemed to register, so preoccupied he was with his personal ministering by a stallion. Monica wanted to slap him.
"Young lady, the young man is fine," said Madame Illusia soothingly. "I wished to become a mare. It is his choice."
"Not like that! It's grotesque! Strop it!" yelled Monica angrily.
"It's his choice. Now if you want your own transformation..."
"I don't want my own transformation! I want you to stop! I won't go back to my seat until you halt this display that makes me want to vomit!" shouted Monica.
"His choice was..."
"I don't care about his choice, you idiotic old fraud! Stop him making a fool of himself!"
Now THOSE words made Madame Illusia very angry, to be called in such a way. She was going to teach this little strumpet a good lesson. And she knew exactly what she'd do.
"Oh, a fraud, am I?" she hissed.
And she blasted her spell at her, seeing the transformation take effect immediately.
Meanwhile, Damon barely registered what was happening to Monica, so obsessed as he was with his own arousal brought on by Lucky...