Ken sat as he had done for many a day working on the opening of his new business. Working with the idea of an Internet Web page to guide his business and help it expand he worked many long hours. His delving into the labyrinth of what he thought as useful websites suggested his downloading programs onto his hard drive did more than he ever expected. As the next day brought something new, a possible problem showed itself when he booted up the computer. There on the desktop screen view and set among the icons he expected to see was a larger icon so named, "Creator’s Rebel."

Eying this oddity, Ken thought to see what it could show so he put the cursor onto the insignia and clicked what looked like a roadside yellow yield sign, as inside the triangle design blinked there centered a question mark.

The screen flashed and a larger triangle appeared, a note at the bottom of the screen asked of the player to press their left hand to the scanner for a scan of the cellular blueprint to mark as a personal registration.

Ken thought this to be some new game and did as instructed. Doing what was asked caused a tingling sensation of electrical static running down his fingers to the palm on his hand. The screen faded into a dark maroon background and with yellow lettered words it told him of what next he should do.

First: Place on your scanner any picture of a preferred form of something you would enjoy becoming if such were really made possible.

Second: Place on scanner any picture of special enhancements to this form which you want to see or enjoy.

Third: Fill in the duration of time as of minutes or hours, if of days, weeks, months, years, or permanently if this be your desire.

Fourth: Send a copy of Architect of Anarchy to any a friend of your choice by placing their E-mail address here, ____________________________.

Fifth: The foremost important item to remember is remove all jewelry, clothing, glasses, braces, or anything that could cause injury during your imposed time of enhanced personal enjoyment.

When all requirements are completed, press the upper green colored triangle and watch the miracles begin.

Ken sat thinking of what he should do next.

Ken sat back in his chair knowing he should not be playing dangerous games. He did not have the time. Yet too, he had been hard at work a long time and many days without a distraction. Closing his eyes, Ken thought back to younger years when such foolish desires loomed large in his wish for a different form, surely then it was and still is as never possible. Reaching back to when a child he thought of a girl he loved deeply. Even as a child the feelings of love for another ran deep and Ken, occasionally he lovingly would think of his time with her at play.

It was that terrible day when his father announced that the family was moving to a new house, and Ken would lose his friends and girl forever. Sitting in an apple tree, Ken told her of his father and his big plans. They cried together and wished that they could stay together. Ken asked her if she was of different form, something then where they might stay together in this cold world just what she would make a wish them to become.

Looking about from their tree house built in an old apple tree; she smiled and pointed to the small petting zoo owned by her neighbor Mister Black. In a group of pens built next to a small barn built by Mr. Black, the special place where he liked to keep those pets which were closer to his loving heart. He owned there a number of wild game birds, a Peacock, two goats, three dogs, and a very lonely pony. She pointed to the pony and suggested she would prefer to be then as such soft furry pony, if it were really possible.

All this happened over forty years ago, but the remembering of how it happened in that pining moment carried the loss of a friendship in his heart. Ken had still a vivid memory of those words he spoke to that special someone, she a good friend. He saddened, did not want to leave where he grew up and to lose touch with all who were his friends. His greater loss was she who he had an especially warm relationship. The two of them had much fun, as often they would lie together and stare up into the blue sky. Talking together, she took the lead in weaving a fantasy daydream based on her delights. Their friendship became as something very special and as well a personal experience; both wishing if only their play could be really real.

One of those favored dreamy times was when telling of a story about them meeting a witch and her changing two who were lovers into becoming as animals. Imaginations ran wild, mingling their thoughts and wonderment about life, she turning what most might think of as a disgusting sordid curse into a loving dream. Together the dream became partially real and as when exchanged ideas of being each a pony in form, they wished it were like what they had grown up seeing; being as were Henry and his sweetheart nearby as such named Bathsheba.

The having of a very personal remembrance of Henry, could still see him acting his true self being what he was, both bold and bestial as a male pony. He being an animal taught young minds well what he thought of more times than might his students. So often was Henry is a state of mental anxiety, he standing stretched of body and legs stood brandishing his desires as the scent wafting toward him told of a female donkey kept in the pen beside of his. Mr. Brown their owner kept them apart as otherwise he would gain some bastard funny looking small mules if he let Henry get close enough to mate.

Seated together often in an Apple orchard tree house, as children played and built each a friendship with the other. Those were the remembered foolish thoughts of a youth trying in his unenlightened way to deal with greater feelings as of his fondness for her, their separation, and of the early onset of having his male feelings of desire.

Pondering the present situation, Ken looking around from where he sat, he set his eyes and imagination toward the large bookcase behind his desk. There in his personal library of books most of which dealt with transportation, he had some scrapbooks with pictures of where had traveled.

He reached for the larger of his picture albums saw then there an old book he purchased years ago, a once-prized first copy printing of a glossary on the Horse of the World." This presented him with a greater choice of available pictures, many fine suggestions of what he might like to become and try such a lifestyle.

Picking up this one book he had not looked at it in over a dozen years, he then began to browse its pages, seeing the handsome color photos of horses.

Inside the book it offered so many beautiful pictures of draft horses, their great muscles bulging, he sat and mentally drooled at the thought of being like to one of them. Then too, pictures to equestrian horses, tall beasts 16 hands high with long flowing tails. Riding and pleasure horses of so many colors, as were some being tall, some stout. A section on Ponies caught his wandering and imagining eye, as he paged one type after another looking for one that might represent that black pony he so well remembered.

Ah but nothing in the pony section really reminded him of that pony. The back section had a short grouping of wild horses and their cousins. This section too had nothing of specialty for Ken to relate a memory. An epilogue chapter dealing with horse management, health, breeding and all the many types of riding tack.

Sitting back in his high backed desk chair, Ken closed his eyes as he closed the big book. Disgusted a little, he saw nothing to make him reach out to his fond memory of that moment and her, or so he thought.

Ken got up and walked to the kitchen for a cold glass of water. His work of building a short-line railroad business venture was enough aggravation for a lifetime, and now he had walked memory lane with about as much of his minimal satisfaction. Standing alone in the house, he looked at the clock and thought his dear wife would not be home from work for four more hours.

What to do, he had little to lose if from some silly game to play and it dealing with a horses. At first he thought it was near to four hours before his dear wife Joan would return home. A look at the clock and then to the calendar below it, he was reminded it being a Monday and the dear wife worked later, coming home well after eight o’clock. This offered then eight hours to play with the game, and by entering the time allotment into the game it could last just that long. He decided to try the silly game and after a while if nothing is too interesting, then go back to do the work he should be doing.

Returning to where he sat at his computer desk and the big book laid closed in front of him. Ken did not know what to chose, but what did it matter this was only a game. Poking his finger nail between the closed pages, Ken flipped it open and dropped the book sight unseen to the scanner.

Pressing the start key the scanner did as it was made to work and the computer began to sputter. The second question asked for any betterment for which, Ken picked up the book, closing it and reopening in the management section, stunned to see the one picture of a stud doing his work of worth. A rather vivid picture, it showed the stallion sporting his great erection, the thing held up by bestial libido and ready to plunge into the hobbled mare, this he decided was next to scan as part of the game. This Ken thought to ensure the fact of being then male over the picture unseen and picked by chance.

Next was the third question as of time. How long would he dare the game to continue? Ken pondering in thought along the needs of this foolish game, he decided to again leave to chance the limitation since it was only a dumb game. He remembered of being then but thirteen years-of-age when the family moved, so typing into the time slot Ken put the number 13. Then closing his eyes he took the mouse and sliding it back and forth he clicked it to whatever length of time might be of his luck; this made the computer whirl and rattle as in worked the equations.

The fourth question seemed easy as Ken typed in the E-Mail address of his old gamester friend William.

Then he did as was the game rule he should strip off all clothing until standing naked to the worldly computer seemed an ignorant thing to do but he complied with this rule of the game. Ken had done all of what the game requested, leaving him feeling silly and a bit cold as he sat in his leather covered chair. A reaching of his hand to the mouse he then clicked the yellow triangle and sat back to watch the show on his computer screen.

Ken sat for a few moments 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 railroad!" So yelled Andrew, he a good friend and soon to begin his work as the freight salesman for the new business venture. He insisted that Ken come immediately to the bank loan office and add his signature to the loan contract.

A fervent rush of great hope surged through Ken as he reached then to again grab at 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 laid spread across the big chair. He knew he was naked to the world but that seemed the least of his worries. An electrical static feeling as if rays were beaming from the computer screen ran up, over, and around him as he lay helpless for those moments in time.

Bright became the light there as it blurred his sight, then the blackness delved to cover him as he felt the onslaught of a twilight sleep. Yet awake and feeling the odd sensations of the game beginning its 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 assaulted by shocks and sorry jolts until he felt numb.

Minutes later the sensation then of regained strength pumped back into his being. Slowly Ken tried to push himself up and stand upright again. He dizzy, felt completely off balance while he pressed his fists into the seat of the big chair, he stretched his legs to sooth the aching and kinky feelings from the bones and taunt muscles in then sore legs.

Stretching his neck and craning his face toward the screen his vision of things began to clear. The computer now slowed the 'C' drive to a normal speed as he saw there on the screen the by chance that unseen chosen picture.

Standing in the glory of maturity, a handsome looking pony stallion was a dark brown to almost black of coloring. It had a black mane thick and long stretched over the strong neck. Small ears almost buried by the thick fall of mane above the eyes. A face and a black muzzle helped make the perfect finish to the head he had once wished was his and forever.

The strong muscles of a pony hind quarters had a low set tail. Noted was the forward setting of the sheath protruding out of the groin, it there for all to see and wish they had one just like it. Black haired legs with chestnuts on each main joint ran down to black sharp hoofs. Solid though was the muscled form of this so hairy a beast. Such was a pony as something so often seen hauling small carts through narrow streets in odd European towns.

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 high set tail and rounded pony buttocks. He would of screamed from that moment of terror, as what issued out his mouth he heard to be a high tone pitch of a woe felt whinny. Ken looked down and back over his withers to see the pony he had some how miraculously become. Looking down, he saw there what were his fisted hands was then as fore-hoofs, they buried from his increased weight and into 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 shuddering shiver to add a sudden chill of fear from out of his flesh. A peering look back at the screen, saw it there blinking the time slot, as it showed his favored number of 13, being game play time allotment in 13 minutes, 13 hours, 13 days, 13 months, and lastly to his amazement he saw the worst possible thought to his ordeal, that of a limit of 13 years more of him possibly remaining as and like a pony.

Ken stared at the time slot with amazed wonder, he horror struck at the thought of him being changed then for more than thirteen years, months, days, hours, and so many such minutes, he felt then as one doomed!

Wondering how this thing was as a game, Ken thought then as to it being undeniably real, he was or had become a pony, no doubt in his mind that he stood in the form of such a beast. He stood silent for several minutes as his body seemed to solidify, becoming as if more like it always as his own. Like a flow of strength passing down the length of his new form it made his fear fade and a feeling of want to live the life and lifestyle of being a male pony.

The shivering ability to wiggle patches of skin and a tail made of coarse hairs, he flicked over a tender spot of one puckered anus and hairy buttocks, all gave new sensuality to an otherwise dulled life.

A small step backwards stretched his frame and made legs, feet, and groin draw tight. A deep breath inhaled as he held both the breath and the thought of him being a true animal was then such a great thrill. Feeling the thrill and a new desire to walk on all fours brought on wild a much all new sensual desires to dwell in his thoughts. His mind filled with a sense of pony desire which to a stallion shows only one way. The prickly feeling of dry leathery skin about his sheath as from it rolling out of his groin brought a new realism to his changed life.

At first the member hung limp over the edge of the sheath. Slowly the organ filled with blood. The sensation from it and beginning to gain of its stouter a form, growing as the thing expanded with girth as well length, made Ken shiver with delight. Out it pressed, stiffer and more erect until it stood straightened, strained taunt by equine libido.

He felt attune to his maleness more then than ever before, he had the ability to maneuver it, wavering the organ as if from some instinct he realized the want of it to touch something warm, moist, and as well wanting. He bent his head down and could now draw in the very scent from his own big pony cock as it dripped droplets of his male juices.

A look to the left Ken saw his total form standing almost upright in the full length mirror. He admired his body, the solid conformation of some breed of a purebred stallion. Every muscle had a firm tone to it and the thick mane and tail made him look as a stallion ever so bold.

Thoughts of coming delights had him ogling his highly sexual body and the massive cock as by human standards, as it hung stretched, rigid and ready. He felt quite willing, yes right then Ken was very willing if a mare he could find, any mare he was not choosy, just a mare and her with a winking vulva that is what he had as an ultimate want.

His stance made a reflection of naked bravado, he felt wild as well sexy. He loved to eye a look at the hardy, strong, and bestial creature he had become. Words were wanting as he finally stepped down to all fours. The still erect cock flung itself in several directions but by its stoutness, it calmed to being just plain stiff.

A step and then more as Ken began walking in circles, he loving the want then to learn that pattern of walking pony style, nodding of his head as forelegs walked and hind legs jostled. He carried his tail high as he walked, to him it showed the bold action in his walk and the proud way he wanted to carry himself.

This was all very fine but he knew then the need to find a pasture, and hopefully it being filled with pony mares. A want then in his mind, as Ken wished for a willing herd of pony mares, they all in season of need for his best sexual attentions.

Walking toward the glass slider door leading to the patio and freedom, Ken worked the latch with his strong lips, using too his big white teeth to handle the door as he slid it open to a new world. Leaping out with a bound to the deck and down the four steps to stand then in his very green and manicured backyard lawn, Ken eying the grass, thought an “Oh well,” and dipped his head as he began to graze.

Grazing the new way for Ken to consume food, he did nibble using thick muscled lips they groped to gather blades of grass. The big bold white incisor teeth nipped the blades free of the ground. A large tongue moved the sweet blades of grass to back molders as he ground his new choice of food to a soaked mash and then swallowed. Nibble after nibble became almost intoxicating as the action helped him get the food and gain a sense of coordination about being as another herbivore.

Mindless of thoughts, the grazing actions intoxicated Ken, he forgot time and all his promises, he felt the settling of morning dew across his strong back as then he stopped to look up. The backyard was now grazed to just stubs or grass, as were small piles on pony manure lying about in no special placement or order. He feeling seemly proud of his new grazed pasture, Ken decided to walk out the rear gate of his home property and seek for to find some pony style of love.

He did wander the streets, alleyways, and lawns of his near neighbors, as living in a suburbia town held to him then no delight. Ken liked to use his large nostrils, feeling them flared and the scents of a world both human and animal now assaulted his mind. The mechanical smells drove him away as they suggested something of fear. Certain animal smells such as dogs, made Ken trot fast away as if death were itself close and or in hot chase.

Zig and zag a wandering pony stallion made his way from the residential section of town toward the open farms beyond. The scents of farmlands suggested of pastures, animals, and wide open spaces. Soon his trot increased to a flat out run as the thrill of sensing for a new home buried all rationale.

A fence line pasture filled with horses finally presented a possible new home and with it a family to Ken. The man he was, was quickly receded into the stallion instincts as the animal self took control. It felt similar to being in the cheap seats watching a baseball game, setting high and away from what his pony self saw, smelled, tasted, touched, and felt of sensations, but no direct control had he. Amounting fear pressed at Ken as with his human thoughts he realized his then equine directives outweighed his desires.

He strode walking along the outside of the fence, did walk toward the farm buildings, a house, barns, and that gate which led to the pasture he felt a need to enter. Snorting, he sniffed the wafting scents upon the breeze and began acting the part of a herd stallion with pangs of sexual dominance. A long and heavy pony cock swayed as Ken trotted closer to the gate and they whom he felt akin as if his mares. The whinnies of uneasy mares met the male screamed whinny of a stallion wishing to mount.

One locked gate stopped Ken from his entering of the heavenly pasture, it bearing there of many female equines, their flesh made his nostrils flare wide. The upper lip curled as to capture the scent of some mare in heat. Eyes wide and white rims showing, Ken the stallion nickered to a mare, she to be his first of many hundreds of sensual conquests.

Instinctive was the courting actions of the stallion as much fruitless due to the pasture gate and then from out of nowhere came over his face and head a halter, something made for horses so that people could control the whims of an animal.

Screaming his passion in whinnies loud and wild, Ken knew male animal lust as never before. He reined then was dragged to the barn and locked inside a high walled stall, making any chance of his escaping to the pasture as impossible. He lost there the scent and with it gone calmed down to being his affectionate pony self. In the hours that followed Ken found new respect as well concern for the heightened sensual feelings of being a pony. His having quite an ease in ability to arouse and flare stiff his pony cock felt ever so wondrous.

As from the one window in his stall, he looking past the iron bars did watch as he felt the enjoyments of rich raw animal want for pleasure. The true thrill of doing it in an open field, even with people watching or as cars drove past, he would not care as with the sensations felt Ken lost all interest in anything but what pleased he himself.

In weeks that followed, Ken pranced about snorting nostrils flared with the pride of ownership. A low set tail now held high to show his dominance over the mares, Ken the human connected with his stallion self to know pride.

His first great year of then fourteen more and weeks of time yet as a pony stallion drew daily closer to his returning to being again a dreary human. He ignored such concerns as he stood high upon a hillside, near a tree dying from too much watering by horse urine, and he surveyed his herd, thirteen contented mares, and ten pretty fillies to add to his male joy in due time!

Wholly disconcerted with what became of her who he had married and of all he owned and was to manage, Ken enjoyed a great award for playing a game. He as much in rebellion with his creator became something less in human abilities but more to his liking. As the red sun was setting behind the western hills, his belly full of grass and his cock sheathed but aching from mounting all day, Ken breathed deep breaths of ticking time of temporal freedom.