Jen suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the house. "Miss Abby!" It was the sound of a young man. "I finished tending to the cows!" Jen stood up and whispered to the stallion. "Hide, and when you get a chance, knock him down." The stallion nodded and moved out of the kitchen into a small corridor. Jen opened the pantry and shut the door until she could only see through a crack. She had a clear view of Abby, who was lying dazed against the wall, dripping with milk. "We need him to be human," Jen thought. She listened as the creaking of footsteps entered the kitchen. "Miss... Abby?" Jen could see the man standing in the way between her and Abby. He was staring in shock at the strange, horse creature. "What in the heck?" Suddenly, the stallion made her move, tackling the man and knocking him to the floor. Jen moved out of her hiding spot into the kitchen. The stallion was lying on top of the man as he struggled to get free. "Transform or dare?" The man kept struggling to get free. Jen crouched and held down has arms to try and restrain him. "Let go of me!" With Jen and the stallion's combined strength holding him down, there would be no way for him to free himself. "You didn't answer, so you get both!"
"For your dare, you will be completely obedient to me. For your transformation, you will become a beautiful, human woman. You will not be affected by our enchanted fluids until I, your Goddess, proclaim you worthy. Now, lie still, worm!" The man stopped struggling. The stallion stood up, leaving the farmhand lying on the floor. "Roll onto your back," Jen ordered. The man rolled over, lying face up. His face was blank. Jen watched as his body began to change. His short, blonde hair lengthened, creating a long mess of hair around his head. His chest began to inflate, as a pair of large breasts formed. They weren't much compared to the slutmares', but they were still fairly large for a human woman. His hips pushed outward, stretching his jeans. His face softened, becoming a young woman's. "Stand up." The woman stood up. She brushed her messy hair down with her hands and stood at attention in front of her Goddess. She was beautiful, as Jen had requested, but maintained some of the roughness and muscle from her previous form. "You can still keep your free will and personality, you know. I don't want to have to order you to do basic things." The woman smiled. "Yes, my Goddess." She had a bit of a Southern accent, retained from her old form. "What was your name?" "Luke. Ah worked here for Miss Abby." "Your name will be 'Lucille' from now on." "Oh, thank you, Goddess. That's a nice name." Lucille turned toward the milk-drenched slutmare who sat against the wall. "That's Miss Abby, ain't it?" "Her name is Abyssinia now. But, yes, that's the farmer." Lucille crouched down in front of Abby. "Can I be like her?" "In time, you'll be like us. But first we need you to deliver our milk to the rest of the human race. Once I feel that you've done your job, I will allow you to join us."
Lucille turned toward the stallion, who was standing in the corner. "Who is that?" "That is... I have not given her a name." Jen thought for a moment. "She will be Stalliona. Her name will mark her as the first of her kind. The first stallion to be converted to our kind. I suppose Leona will suffice as a shorter name." "And what about you, Goddess? Do you have a name?" "My name as a human was Jennifer. I don't wish to remove myself of that name. It is who I am, deep down. You may not know me by that name, however. You may call me... Equinella. The Goddess of the slutmares."
Lucille fell to her knees, bowing at the feet of Equinella. "Lady Equinella, what do you want me to do?"