"Holy crap woman, what have you done to those fella's, you made them as horses, and changed their sex to being as mares. Worse, they stand now and do all sorts of sexual acts, I say this is wrong, you are evil, and I suggest to all in the audience we should leave and leave quickly!" So then chided one young man, someone finding what Madame does as an insult to all that is righteous.
"Who are you?" asked Madame, she walking past the footlights of the stage and peering out into a scared or lust minded crowd.
"None of your fucking business," replied the young man, as with him much of the audience stood up and began to leave.
"Horses seem here to enjoy some fucking and for the like of you, you should begin to feel the need to become a virile male!" Madame speaking, placed a slow acting spell upon a good man with enough conscience as to coax nice people to leave Madame to her lurid show.
Walking out from the tent, he stood with others, all milling about, and seemingly together they felt the anxiety building in each their own groin or loins.
Magic and passion took to blending, as one self appointed judge of what happened upon the stage of Madame' began to feel an urge of his own.
An urge grew quickly to become a vile desire, a lust like want to mate, with some female, even one of a beast like form. The passing of horses pulling carriages, of donkeys pulling wagons, a few varied other animals walked harshly past him, they on reins, or roped, going off to live as do beasts of burden, some as swine, and a few being goats.
All these animals had scents enough to make a spellbound man go plum crazy for want of sensual pleasures.
Drooling out his mouth, he stood with his pants tented from a growing erection.
Then he could not resist, he zipped down his zipper, exposed his growing shaft and grabbing the ass of some close female animal, he did plunge in and soon to join her species.