Finally, the nine long months were up. Marcia stood in her stall, eager to become a human man again. Beel stood before her. There was a look on his face that she didn't like. Like he was planning something. His plans never worked out in her favor. Beel raised his hands and began to speak.
The spell shot out of the warlock's hands and surrounded Marcia with a bright light. When it faded, Marcia was still a horse. But that didn't mean nothing had changed.
"I'll call you Mark now," Beel said gleefully. Marcia, back to Mark, whinnied furiously.
"You trickster! You huckster!"
"I said I would make you male," Beel said. "I just didn't specify the species." Mark stomped on the floor of his stall. "Oh, relax. You have your manhood back. You should consider yourself lucky I didn't make you a gelding! But I have some plans that you need a cock and balls for."
"What?" Mark demanded. Beel grinned.
"Breeding, my dear boy! You are going to sire some fine horses."