Eyes wide open till the whites of his dark orbes would show, Mark was enthralled with fear. He had from the touch of a mansion toy become a mighty steed worthy of a soldier to ride into battle.
Sei stood there with his and Mark's friends as they all eyed him the fifteen hand high jet black stallion horse.
"Golly Mark you make one damn fine fucking big horse!" said Sei as he began to almost laugh.
Mark now much taller by the head and his back, than his silly, short, young, friend. He cocked his great head and eyed the puny human thinking now very mature male equine thoughts.
As if some ghostly breeze flittered through the room and spider webs flapped in every corner of the room, Mark raised hie head up high, a scent he noted as it floated by.
The rich scent of other equines all being now of what he was and like him each giving off their very original scent.
"He smells the mares and mules down the dirt road to the south of here!" spoke Sei to his friends. "See there mark is accepting his form and being now an animal he shows his passion with one thing and one thing mostly." explained Sei as he pointed toward Mark's unfurled male horse's pride.
Pawing the floor with one hoof Mark was eager like any stallion might, as he smelled the wafting scents of the fairer sex.