Ken sat for one moment in his chair and then the phone rang.
"Great news Ken the finance people have consented and we can get the full amount to start the business!" yelled Arnold Ken's best friend and soon to be salesman.
Ken was told to come right over and sign the papers this afternoon. The rush of hope ran through Ken as he once again grabbed for his clothes.
The phone suddenly hit the floor as the computer screen flashed and the world for Ken went black. Like a strange dream Ken lay spread across the big chair. He knew he was naked to the world but that seemed the least of his worries. An electirc feeling of rays beaming from the computer screen ran up, over, and around him as he lay.
First light and blurred of sight, then the blackness covered him and he felt as if asleep. Yet awake and feeling the odd sensations of the 'Play the Maker' program as he heard the 'C' drive whirl.
Ken raised his head to see the bright screen and what it showed. A dark form on a white background reminded him of his youthful dream somehow. Minutes passed as he was assulted by shock after shock till he felt numb.
The feeling of strength pumped back into his being. Slowly Ken tried to push himself up and stand upright again. Now completely off balance he pressed his fists into the seat of the big chair. Stretching his legs out as he tried to smooth the kinky feelings from the bones and tight muscles of sore legs.
Stretching his neck and cranking Ken's face toward the screen the view began to clear. The computer now slowed the 'C' drive to normal speeds as he saw the screen's picture.
Standing in the glory of a mature pony stallion was the Bay coloured form of a Dartmoor stud. His black mane thick and long stretched over the strong neck. Small ears were almost burried by the thick fall of mane above the eyes. A short face and a black muzzel made the finnish to the head.
The strong muscles of a round and low set tailed hind quarters allowed the black stallion's sheath to protrude into the daylight. Black haired legs with chestnuts on each main joint ran down to black sharpe hoofs. A black feathering from the fetlocks gave a bold flare to the small feet. Solid though was the muscle and form of this so hary a beast. Well used in the Britten's for cart and wagon hauling.
An interesting choice of luck Ken thought as suddenly he felt a strange feeling touch his naked butt. A casual look over one shoulder brought the sight of his low set tail and rounded pony buttocks.
A scream of terror finnished in the air as a high pitched whinnie. Ken looked down and back over his withers to see the pony he was now. Looking down found his foehoofs burried in the seat of his expensive chair. A gaze to the rear saw an unsettled tail flicking the thick course hairs over his hairy rump.
Snorting to clear his nostrils and a shake of the head, neck and body worked the shiver and sudden chill of fear out of his flesh. A peering look back at the screen, there blinking the time slot showed large numbers.
"Time___now___Minutes_13_Hours_13_Days_13_Months_13_ Years_13_:"
Ken stared at the time slot with amazed wonder. "Changed now, for thirteen years, thirteen months, thirteen days, thirteen hours, and so many such minutes, he was doomed!"
"This is a game!" Ken thought. "No it was real he was a Dartmoor pony, no doubt in his mind that he stood in the form of such a beast."