The clomping of four nervous hooves on the parquet wood floor of the nursery was enough to annoy even Sei, but as he lay there on the floor his hand felt something.
Slowly he peered out from under closed eyelids, scared of what his hand had touched; it being fuzzy, soft, and on the floor.
Mark screamed a whinny of warning, but it was already too late!
In that instant Sei saw what his hand had grasped, he too screamed, trying to let go of it, but like the other spellbinding toy and things in that room, the deed was done, and another fate sealed.
Sei made a whimpered cry, stunned by what he saw, and having the terrified realization of Mark touching the rocking pony and becoming then a live pony, he (Sei) his hand had fallen into the plush fluff of a sheepskin rug.
The very thought of what might happen was consumated in that split second when he touched the white hairs of that rug.
All Sei could do was sigh, watching as the rug's hairs spread over his hand and wrist. He saw his fingers bunch together to make a pair of dark stumps. The stumps turned darker, stiffening, becoming hard as stone, the fingers were his cloven hooves on an arm changing to a foreleg.
Mark seeing his friend in the first pangs of change, stepped forward and with a fronttal kick from a foreleg, he thought to dislodge Sei's grip of the sheepskin rug.
Instead, his swift and harsh kick only made Sei roll over, his entraped and changing hand and arm pulling the rug closer. The force of his kick he could not judge, Mark not knowing his strength as being a pony.
The hard kick moved the changing arm up and forward, pulling the sheepskin rug closer and making Sei roll toward it. The rug and Sei rolled together, Sei becoming wrapped about his head, shoulders, and torso with the fuzzy, woolen rug.
This only added to Sei's own terror and also the quickening of the binding of a damning spell.
As from the very touch of the rugs shaggy woolen fibers to his clothed or naked body and face, Sei felt the hair burning into his skin.
Sei struggled to be free of this, his entrapment.
Struggling brought on by fear, made him sweat and opened skin pores allowing the spell to infect him even quicker.
Moans and groanings began to change, soon Sei could only bleat out the sound of a baaing sheep.
His shuddering finally worked the rug to fall free of him, allowing Sei to sit up and gawk in terror at his friend.
Even as Sei looked at changed pony Mark, his now very matured equine friend stood wide eyed, and staring at him. Mark had in those few moments matured further as a pony. His seeing Sei in trouble brought on a normal response to a stallion pony, he became sexually erect.
Sei had his regained sight filled with the view of Mark as a stallion pony, and being excited he showed off his size of erection.
Yet from Mark's stance his view of Sei was rather imposing.
The rug had infected Sei with a spell that was going to make of him a fine big Ram of a sheep. As the white wool spread up the arms, coating a bear neck, and enveloping a human head in the course of change, his insult only added by the sensation of two sprouting ram horns from his head.
Bug eyed, Sei sat there feeling his own body accepting the onslaught of changes. Like watching his friend change from human to equine pony and stallion; Sei now had the chance to know the odd feeling for himself.