If anything, Eric was never a farmhand, his knowledge of what style of bridle fit what kind of animal meant he was as dumb as a box of rocks. Although Eric tried to act with respect and taking care of the magical artifact, while lifting the head halter closer to it fitting over his face. He took note of the highly polished leather straps what seemed broad, or similar to those worn on the head of Jasper. He felt a strange adoring delight from the touch of patent leather as it touched his face, or until it set hung properly about his head.
In an instant the Medallion artifact began its control of Eric; the leather straps growing snug to his expanding face and head.
"Yes, yes, yes...," said Eric, as those three words would be for him his last said for quite some time to come!
First came was the new shape of his head as it turned equine. He felt an uncomfortable drawing sensation as his nose and mouth were merged to form a muzzle. He felt his teeth begin to grow larger, as equine teeth continue to grow, replacing wear and worn teeth during their lifetime. As his head extended, his ears began to move north to where they would be for him as his early-warning to possible trouble.
A fast wave of skin texture and a near black hue change engulfed him from head to hoofs. His toughened black equine hide then sprouted body fur, a rather thicker coat of fur for that time of the year.
Muscles and tendons were next while skeletal changes cased him minor pains, the want for his becoming a sensual, sexually enhanced male and an equine helped Eric to ignore his discomforting feelings.
As changes worked to move south from a high set tail over rounded muscular buttocks, Eric reeled with joy at the sensations coming when his male genitals became wholly those of an equine.
Soon then, Eric had four legs and two pair of hoofs. The Medallion had done its deed, doing for Eric what he had hoped and expected, but having a slight variance; although he was a equine male, he was then a cute Shetland pony!