The audience was just in awe at how cute that little foal was. That little foal that was Damon. And he looked like he'd be a fine horse later on. His coat was dark brown, and the bottom of his legs were black in color. He had a stripe of black fur along his spine and a tiny white patch along his nuzzle. He already looked bulky, and strong. Indeed, he was already getting to stand upon his four legs, in record time even when considering all horses did that. He barely shook and quickly started suckling hungrily. For the mare, this was normal. She was most happy to finally have a foal and nurse him. She had become pregnant and her maternal instincts simply kicked in. And hard at that. Madame Illusia explained that she had made Damon a half-breed. She had transformed him with a wild horse from the Asian steppes as the father. So he was sure to be quite a sight as he grew up, strong and looking wild and exotic. No circus horse was he! He'd soon find his way as a magnificent show horse in a field, or as a top breeder. As a male, whether human or horse, he'd enjoy mounting female after female. He'd simply desire mares now, and unlike as a human, he'd mount them for sure! Everyone clapped. What a great life Damon would have! Surely Monica would be just as lucky!
As for Damon, he was barely aware of his surroundings, so focused he was upon his own milky nourishment. Oh, that milk! That milk! Its smell had attracted him immediately. He had spent a month in the womb of a mare, thanks to Madame Illusia. It had been a truly relaxing time. He simply slumbered and slept, lulled by the movements of his new mommy as she grazed. Her heartbeat was regular and soothing. The mare was a calm one. And she fed well, giving him plenty of delicious grass, herbs, thistles, apples and carrots. All these veggies... Yum! Damon could not wait to sample these. But first, he had milk, and the change was not at all disappointing. It was so rich and creamy and sugary! And he liked being around her. She was so nice and motherly to him, always checking on him and nuzzling him affectionately. He dimly remembered another presence next. to him, but mommy had not given a brother or sister to Damon, now called Ancient, so much he looked like a horse from prehistoric time. Damon saw her belly getting rounder over time though, and he was puzzled. Who had mated with his mommy? He would have noticed! Who had dared? However, catching a conversation between two workers, he understood that it was Monica inside the womb now. She'd probably like the environment just as much as he did. He was curious to see him again. And if being a horse was fun, traveling in trailers was not his cup of tea. He loved his mommy but he wanted to run freely a bit. So he wished his weaning would occur faster. He kept dreaming of large grassy fields, trees of apples, pears, carrots and sprints all across vast expanses, with just the wind in his mane. Already he was getting too restless and it was getting high time to sell him, everyone agreed.