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turn male into female
The two functions ran at the same time, though the second one apparently much slower than the first one, turning his dick into a horsecock way before it was supposed to turn into a mare pussy.
Why did the spell (or whatever transformed the guy) turn his penis into a functional horsecock, including adding extra semen on the balls, if the final plan was to become a full mare in the end?
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With enormous effort, she finally managed to force her massive body upright. Without human flexibility, every movement was an awkward struggle of strength in which her new forelegs thrust stiffly forward until the heavy hooves sank into the ground with a dull impact. She stood there now — shaky, unbalanced, and upright in a way that completely contradicted her new skeleton.
Remaining frozen in that uncomfortable posture, she turned her powerful neck and cast a long, infinitely sorrowful glance back over her shoulder. Her gaze wandered across the wide, trampled grass where the gleaming traces of her transformation were still visible, searching the path she had once walked as a man. Her large violet horse ears drooped heavily and hopelessly to the sides while the mane of violet and pink strands hung messily into her face.
“What do I do now?” she whispered softly to herself. To her own surprise, she could still speak perfectly normally, yet the sound of her words had changed radically. Her voice was no longer that of a man; it was now distinctly feminine, softer, and carried an almost cute, melodic undertone that drifted gently from her long muzzle. Hearing those delicate tones come from such a massive horse body gave the entire situation something deeply bizarre.
The helplessness nevertheless remained. The teats along her belly ached faintly with tension, the new protruding pussy still pulsed from the fading ecstasy, and the pink star on her flank shimmered against the fur. Trapped between the laws of her new form and the thoughts inside her mind, she stood upon the mountainside while her cute voice faded into the wind and the sun slowly disappeared behind the peaks.
With enormous effort, she finally managed to force her massive body upright. Without human flexibility, every movement was an awkward struggle of strength in which her new forelegs thrust stiffly forward until the heavy hooves sank into the ground with a dull impact. She stood there now — shaky, unbalanced, and upright in a way that completely contradicted her new skeleton.
Remaining frozen in that uncomfortable posture, she turned her powerful neck and cast a long, infinitely sorrowful glance back over her shoulder. Her gaze wandered across the wide, trampled grass where the gleaming traces of her transformation were still visible, searching the path she had once walked as a man. Her large violet horse ears drooped heavily and hopelessly to the sides while the mane of violet and pink strands hung messily into her face.
“What do I do now?” she whispered softly to herself. To her own surprise, she could still speak perfectly normally, yet the sound of her words had changed radically. Her voice was no longer that of a man; it was now distinctly feminine, softer, and carried an almost cute, melodic undertone that drifted gently from her long muzzle. Hearing those delicate tones come from such a massive horse body gave the entire situation something deeply bizarre.
The helplessness nevertheless remained. The teats along her belly ached faintly with tension, the new protruding pussy still pulsed from the fading ecstasy, and the pink star on her flank shimmered against the fur. Trapped between the laws of her new form and the thoughts inside her mind, she stood upon the mountainside while her cute voice faded into the wind and the sun slowly disappeared behind the peaks.
Imperfect programming/execution of the spell. The goal was to:
The two functions ran at the same time, though the second one apparently much slower than the first one, turning his dick into a horsecock way before it was supposed to turn into a mare pussy.
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