Gelvin couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was supposed to supervise breeding, not being the one getting bred! But though he was able to communicate after his shape trap was removed, the rebels didn't trust Witches in general and Horse Witches in particular. So his shape trap was put back on and he was brought to a breeder who viewed Witches even more poorly than the rebels did.
"Once you give me a few foals, I will consider allowing you to return to a human form, filthy Witch," the breeder said as one of his secret stallions mounted the now-female (thanks to the breeder) Gelvin. Gelvin's eyes widened as the stallion shoved his cock within her. It was...amazing! She whinnied ecstatically, overcome by pleasure. No wonder some Horse Witches abandoned human form to become horses permanently. Even Anya hadn't caused this much pleasure.
Gelvin was disappointed when the stallion finished, but then a second mounted her. Her new vagina clenched hungrily onto the stallion's cock, desperate for him to impregnate her. The stallion obliged, thrusting harder and deeper, shooting load after enormous load. Gelvin was lost in the bliss, fucked passionately by every stallion.
The last stallion finished and dismounted. Gelvin stood dazedly, still in a post-coital haze. Disoriented, she didn't protest or fight back as the breeder named her Poppy and had a farmhand take her to her new home.