“Make a plush out of anyone!” There was an image of a mare tied in place “Turn the pet you were going to toss out from this…” there was a prompt to click.
“To this.” Where the mare had been was now a plush. He looked over its features. It’s eyes were super shiny, it’s legs were stumpier through some form of modification. The sides of her muzzle were now forever smiling, but her lips had a small opening just enough for her tongue to stick out and her tail had been docked.