"Scents, Master?" Arnold cocked her head confusedly. "I don't really know -"
"Horse sense, dammit!" Susan cursed, beside herself. Just her luck to get stuck with an airhead of a genie. Or maybe this was just a continuation of how her day had been going before. "Don't you have any?! I sure wish I could give you some!!"
"Ah...okay, Master," Arnold said hesitatingly, apparently unsure. "If that is what you wish to have..."
Before Susan could calm down enough to think about what Arnold was saying, Arnold had already clapped her hands.
The scenery blinked before Susan's eyes, and this time she found herself on her knees in a large open grassy field, with Arnold standing before her in the bright moonlight. However, before Susan could react, she suddenly felt an extremely strange sensation shoot through her spine and back legs. She leaned over forwards clutching herself, wondering what on earth was happening. Past the sound of her heart beating in her ears and her panting, she vaguely heard the sound of something ripping.
Finally, the odd aches and pains stopped, and Susan straightened her back. Looking up, she saw Arnold looking down at her with a satisfied face. Annoyed by the chipper grin, Susan started to get up in order to give Arnold a piece of her mind.
However, as she tried to get her feet under her, she wobbled unsteadily with a strange sensation. Her brain told her she had straightened her legs to stand, but it also told her she was still seated on her backside. What was going on?
"Master, is this adequate horse aroma for you? Oh, I nearly forgot to adjust your reflexes," Arnold prattled on, then snapped her fingers. Suddenly, some part of Susan moved and she was standing. But...what had moved? "I am not certain which horse odors you desire to give me, however."
Susan's head was still reeling, but something kept niggling at the back of her mind. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Her hands, which were hanging by her sides, brushed against her lower body, and felt...hair? Where were her clothes? And how did she grow hair...
As Susan slowly turned her head in horror, something about what Arnold was babbling seemed to click. Did she say...
Growing out from below Susan's normal torso was the enormous body of a large Clydesdale horse. Susan's mouth dropped in disbelief as her tail twitched back and forth.
"Are you big enough now to knock horse scents into me, Master?" Arnold asked gleefully.
Susan's brain couldn't catch up. If it could, she might not have said...