"So, in exchange, I am changing the terms of our agreement. I will turn you male after nine months, during which you will be a horse to pull my carriage," Beel smirked at Marcia.
Marcia - formerly Mark - blanched. Oh, no... Yet, was it really worse than what he was doing now? Worse than what had already happened to him? Being a horse to pull a carriage seemed easy compared to what he'd already lived through... So Marcia nodded, accepting the deal. This made Beel smile widely.
"Excellent! A wise choice indeed!" he clapped with way too much joy in his voice.
Beel then took Marcia outside and cast his spell at her. Merely a second later, a horse with torn clothes wrapped around it was standing in the outdoor court. Well, not exactly a horse. A mare, more precisely. A young brown mare with white dappled spots, perfect in every way. The poor horse did look rather confused, though.
"I truly am talented," boasted Beel. "Look at what a beautiful horse you make, Marcia! You shall complement my new carriage most appropriately!"
Beel then clapped to call over his stable boy, ordering him to set Marcia, the new addition to the stables, into one of the stalls. The lad obeyed, leading Marcia to the stables and filling an empty stall with water and hay. He then left, unconcerned by the plight of the new mare. Marcia was appalled. A little help here? Sure, he'd lived through worse things recently, but this was not really more convenient. He was still female, he'd have to relieve himself in public, he would have to munch on hay, pull a damn carriage and act like a stupid animal! And worse, smells were assaulting his nostrils. Hay and grass, that made his mouth water, to his utter shame. Even the smells of nearby turds was not at all unpleasant anymore. And his ears pricked, feeling the interested whinnies of a stallion nearby. Oh no... Was this even a real horse? Or a poor fool like him, transformed into a horse? At least he'd kept his balls and dicks... How was he supposed to live nine months like this?