You have turned into a feral horse's seed, but you have also somehow retained your intelligence. You can even move about freely within the confines of the horse's large sack.
"You okay in there?" The horse asks.
"Yeah, but I'm living cum. How did you do this?"
"I can use magic."
"Isn't that always the same excuse?"
"Yeah, but can you come up with a better one?" He waits. "Then its magic."
"Okay, so now what?"
The horse thinks for a moment. "I could squirt you up someone's ass, or their pussy, or I could have someone swallow you." He chuckles as he scans the area for a potential patron to partake in his particular pleasures whilst pointedly ignoring your pitiful pleas.
(Who or what does he spot, and what will happen next?)
