"Why the hell you got some girls pullin' us along?", ribs the kobold, jamming the man in the side with an elbow. "We been out for an hour and you already turn into a horndog on us?"
Staring ahead at the road, his eyes narrow. "Wot are ye blabbin' about? Girls? I ain't got no--"
"Oh."
In his peripheral vision, he wouldn't have assumed anything to be wrong, as they still have most of the features of proper mares... mostly the hooves, fur, tail and muzzle... but with a blink, he can't possibly ignore how bizarrely shaped his horses have become. They look less like animals, trudging along, and more like women in bizarre bondage gear.
He rubs at his eyes, trying to get the image of alluring horse ass out of his brain; Convince himself that it's just a vision. The kobold huffs, crossing her arms. Fine, the man can keep his horny affairs secrets, she's going to keep checking out the goods. They're strong, too! Almost as good as their old horses.
"Woah! A bit nippy out," she comments, stubby kobold tail wagging behind her, breasts lining it as naturally as if they had always been there. She crosses her arms over her chest, and it doesn't help. "Dae, how're you feelin'?"
The She waits for a response. She gets known while the He keeps trying to banish the cursed illusion. So, with a huff, she jumps up onto her 2 feet on her seat and turns to face the They, curious for their perspective on their odd day so far.
And just stares at them... after seeing what became of them.