Mitchell trembled half in fear half in antisapation. "Well if those are my choices...I want to be a shire stallion." He mumbled. "A good choice." Jacob affirmed, opening a stall for the young man to walk into. "A shire stallion." He ordered pointing one finger at the youth as he closed the stall door. Instantly Mitchell's body began to shimmer and waver...melting and reforming into the huge draft horse he became.
"Well now aint you the stud." Jacob chuckled looking the new stallion over. "Good thing too theres a breeding farm up the road that needs a good stud." "Your going to have a really good time lad." In his stall Mitchell was begining to have fantasies of what lay ahead...