The Genie smiled, as if having some evil twist for a lusty wish.
"As you wish my Master, what is of him shall become as a horse, a hard working draft type of animal."
Just then a rolling wave of magical power began spinning about Jake's head. He felt it first, then looking up watched in an oblivious manner as the tornadic funnel began top come down over his head and soon the rest of his body.
Drake moans her lusty thoughts, she is watching the spiraling spirits working down over Jake. she laughs ans is overjoyed seeing what shall soon be a Bryant draft horse, and then to having a male shaft of such size it might stretch her to the limits of insanity.
She is urging on the roaring sprial until she notes how it is widening, and shall soon encompss her as well.
Drake tried to reach for the lamp but it is well out of her reach.
The winds of change are then stretching the muzzle of their spiral as it comes down over Drake's head she screams.
Jake, meanwhile is finding his transformation into a draft horse as something exceptionally sensual and just plain exciting. He is so lusty minded by then the thought of becoming a draft horse and yet a stud male one, is to him a dream coming true.
Drake is having an opposite reaction, she is screaming as the powers were doing according to her wish. A wish that meant to do it to Jake, but he was still coupled firmly into her well stretched vagina.
As eyes on drake were very wide with terror, she felt her humanity slipping, changing, as soft skin toughened, hair grew everywhere, and what she loved about her suckulant breasts were becoming teats for a foal to roughly suck.
Jake whinnied his delight when feeling his tail swish over large and well rounded, muscular buttocks.
Drake screamed in horror as she knew with the growing of a tail her entire form was soon that of a total animal. She realized fully that with her head and face as that of a horse, her ability to rub the lamp and make a profound wish would be to her, impossible.
She squealed a wretchid sounding whinny as the changes finsihed for the both of them.
When the whirlwind faded away there stood one dark roan colored Bryant stallion doing his work as a stud. He began to rut his shaft into a Bryant mare that was moments before a lusty human female by the ducky name of Drake.
The eye of Drake were rolled back into her skull, the rank sensations of becoming a mare and at the raw moment when Jake's monster male shaft moved, and was sunk ever so deeper, she could think of nothing better than to accept her new form and life.
It was a fleeting hope that some future owner of the lamp might inquire about her or Jake, and then by another person's wish she might then return to her human self; a forelorn hope at best!