Mindful of what might happen as well to them, the were the four remaining friends, standing in silence, each with eyes wide at the bestial horror they were a part in making for those they felt were as well friends.
"You may now return to your seats..., no wait, I hear the faintest of muttering from one of you four!" Madame says, she hushing the audience so as to allow her to listen ever so much the better.
"Say what, Allan, friend number two from the left, you have a wat to voice your concern? Concerned are we for your friends, well they are not thinking about friendship, their minds grow simpler by each passing minute. Each of your friends is shall and will most assuredly be little more than brute and vile animals, doing what comes as natural urges, and breeding, making fine champion animals which I shall sell to the Park." Madame chided Allan, she informing all that her tricks were of the permanent style, and those she used her powers to change, would never return to what they were as when born.
Allan had from this all a personal and poignant desire, and this Madame would turn into a wish, one wish to affect all four friends.
"Allan, please step to the forefront and speak your very personal want and wish to the audience, your three friends, and then to me, me who shall endeavor to grant a truly sharing gesture." Madame saying, as much her words felt as if a demanding order for anyone standing there on stage.
Slowly, Allan shuffles his feet along the stage wooden parquet flooring, his friends all muttering each their own threats at him, damning him, cursing him for being so much the fool for this magical woman.
Hacking and straining to clear the clogs stuck in a nervous throat, it is then Allan in his moment of horror and sensual glory who announced before all there, "I thought to ask for myself, wishing from after what all we were as witnesses here today, I wanted, wished and wishing still to have my maleness changed, elongated, gaining a sheath and the testicles as of an equine form, but closer to the size set and owned by a Shetland pony stud!"
Madame smiles, her shit grin is enough to give all watching and so notating her expression to expect that Allan and his three frineds would soon be lusting each to fine a pony mare and try what to their thoughts before that day would be to each as unthinkable.