"My young man, you do realize that what I am suggesting is not a temporary position, but a very permanent one where you will be called upon to breed with mares, many mares!" Madame Illusia states of her plans, the mare nearby gives a snuffled whinny as if to agree, what she became was feeling quite permanent.
"Having my wish is 90% of the thrill than the want and desire to be as a pony stallion." Said the young man, he keeping a wary eye on the witch and magician, concerned if she was willing to keep her word as the spoken truth.
"Permanently, a stallion pony should you be, slightly taller than this mare, well endowed to be one of mother nature's greatest blessings made for keeping mares feeling thrilled, full, and pacified.
She is as a Shetland, but you I think would do better as a Dartmoor, a stallion almost twice her height, but being so tall you can wiggle and thrust with greater efficacy; about what a mare wants in her choice of a stud!" Madame the witch explains some of what is to be expected, her words giving the young man a chilly thrill, as aroused he stands more willing to be a stud.
"Make him a stud, give him a bigger, longer dick than most, and promise to keep the mother fricker as a stallion, then he might keep away from my wife." Yells a man seated not far from where the choice stud did sit in the audience.
The audience is losing interest in Madame and she finds this as a insult to her witchery and integrity.
"You there, you must be having troubles keeping your wife satisfied; have you tried any of the common erectile malfunction drugs? Yes, no, well starting today and for as long as you remain married, your prick and that of a donkey jackass shall be as if twins!" Madame, angered by being upstaged at a crucial moment, does something to help a man cope with his sexual disabilities.
"What, what the..." said the man as he felt something begin crawling around in his jockey shorts.
"Richard, my word dear look at that bulge, she did it, of thank you Madame Illusia, thank you, now we can return to our hotel and my Richy Rich here can plunge, thrust, and thrill me for the first time in our short married life." The wide of a donkey cocked man stood eying what she was near to getting an orgasm just watching as it squirmed, beckoning the owner to let it loose from the confines of a pair of whitie tighties!
Madame turns to look at her male volunteer for beibg a stud pony stallion the rest of his natural yeas of life granted to a human male.
"I never wish to humiliate a willing and gracious volunteer in their coming up here and accepting what I as a witch of wizardries, have to offer.
You I shall have gradually change of form and species, stand please to one side of the stage, do not leave the stage, but remaining as you change I shall conduct some other works of magic.
By the ending of my time here on stage, the pattern of your new form will be taking shape, clothing will rip away and being fur covered and with your male equipment held commonly high in your stifle and groin, I shall award you some blending of pony conformation and human sense of dignity before having you entertain the audience here who would love to see the ritual patterns of breeding ways between a stallion and his mare!" Says Madame, she with a smile of gratitude at her astranged volunteer.
Meanwhile in the audience stands a man with a burst zipper, his new donkey dong standing outside his cutoff jeans. It sticks up at a sixty degree angle, the last eight inches of it tilt upward toward the sky and sun. He has on it the gland head like a toilet plunger in size, and his wife plus several other women are cooing, stroking, and begging to be his first to use the shaft within.