George had been feeling somewhat horny long before comming to Pleasure Island. He'd been finding himself masturbating in his sleep as dried semen coated his jammies come mornings.
So the doorway specified as Jack's First Love, offered him some thoughts toward seeing a sensual act.
Passing the open flap of this tent he is approached by a slender and shapely young woman. She asks George if he would be willing to take a part in the show. Her suggestive tone of voice has him erect in nothing flat.
Told to wait in a side encove near the tent flap he stands there playing pocket pool.
The call of greetings from another pretty and sexy young woman turns his head as she soon stands before George. Quests asked about his medical condition makes him wonder what part he will soon play.
Asked to follow thw woman he does so with his mind a mix of sexual thoughts and longing for sensual delights.
Again told to wait in another small draped part of the tent this witchy woman orders George to remove all clothing.
Butt naked George waits for his chance to make an appearence on stage.
Suddenly a hand juts inside his private space, its holding what looks like show wierd bondage getup.
Feeling ever so stupid he takes the tangled mess of straps and proceeds to twist them into a final patter he could wear. This over this and that over and around that as slowly the straps make some sense.
Standing in total embarressment George knows full well he is wearing the harness of some small sized horse.
The tent flap opens with a harsh hand move and in walks yet another woman all dressed in long black flowing costume.
George is ordered to walk forward but being so very much embarressed he stands his ground.
The woman's eyes glare at him as a sensation runs down his spine.
A hard slap to his face makes George try to complain but in that split second he is no longer George but has become a jet black skin and hairy Welsh Mountain pony stallion.
With the bit lodged in his mouth this witchy woman coaxes him out into the isle. Prancing along his body does as told by the tugging of that steel bit. Embarressment, wories, and even his sensual pangs all drain away. His is now a mind of a willing pony and knowing only the rank instincts granted to ponies and horses.