It was just past midday when Anna and Laura awoke for their fourth day of fun on Pleasure Island.
“Owww,,,” Anna grunted, working out the cricks she’d built up from her awkward sleeping position. “…well, time to start a new day of Fun!” She added the moment her hazy mind recalled where she was.
“Huh?” Laura groaned, still recovering from her prior intoxication, shuffling clumsily on the cushions of her makeshift bed.
“Come on!” Anna helped her onto her feet, twice, when Laura stumbled. “Still feeling it?” She asked her, slight worry in her voice.
“Maybe…” Laura managed, then realised what she’d nearly tipped up over once they were outside and a breeze work its way under her dress. “…eep…”
“Something wrong?” Anna picked up on the tiny squeak, and the slight reddening of Laura’s face.
“M…” Laura began, before moving closer to whisper her problem. “I lost my underwear, it must have slid off inside.”
“Oh…” Anna scanned around - thankful they were alone at that time - before giving a quick pat-down check of Laura’s dress to confirm the fact. “Well, leave it then.” She decided after a moment’s thought.
“What?” Laura - nearly forgetting to keep her voice down - demanded.
“Your dress is long, below the knees, it’ll hide that detail.” Laura explained her decision. “Now, come on, we’ve still got the whole day ahead of us, and I don’t wanna waste any time before we get to try some of the rides already.” She took Laura by the arm and led her over to where the rides still worked.
[+]
“You are certain they won’t realise what is happening to them?” A voice demanded from the shadows, stepping out to reveal the source, that being the Coachman who’d brought the girls to this place.
“They shouldn‘t, at least, until it’s, too late.” Another haunting voice replied, remaining hidden in the shadows, almost echoing on itself.
“Shouldn’t?” The use of that word did not sit well with the Coachman.
“There may, be two, three, at most who overcome, the brainwashing, before it is…complete,” The echoing voice explained, “but no more than that.”
“That’ll have to do…” The Coachman ceded, rather quickly as he proceeded through the caves that latticed their way beneath the rides, stalls, and everything else that made Pleasure Island. “…in any case, have to get to work.”
The work being sorting the new Jenny’s currently corralled into the first of the holding pens, a narrow passage giving them only one way to go. Right into the waiting arms of permanently shadowed beings who wasted no time in opening the gate just long enough to grab the first one and through her towards the Coachman.
Barely two dozen right now, but, more would come later as the Curse worked its way through the wayward girls.
“And what’s your name?” He asked of this one that wore a hat, sweater, and a pair of dirty boots over its hind hooves.
“A-Alexandra, s-sir…” She managed to gulp out, barely loud enough to be heard.
“So, you can still talk?”
[+]
“Say…does this place seem, emptier to you?” Laura - who like Anna was once again loaded on sweets and beer - asked hours later, once she and Anna had settled down on the rearmost cart of the rollercoaster, the alcohol in her helping her to forget about her missing undergarment.
“”How so?” Anna asked one she finished and threw away her latest drink, not caring for the stains she’d left over her front.
“Just yesterday, there were so many we couldn’t get onto the rides at all, now look.” She gestured with a dirty-fingered hand. “Not even one-third full.”
“They probably had too much fun then.” Anna dismissed the concern. “Which means more chance for us to enjoy this place now.”
“I…guess so…” Laura decided after a time, as the lightly loaded rollercoaster began its first long climb. “Why the back though?”
“Easy“” Anna exclaimed. “Once it really starts moving, the front carts will yank us up and over!”
True to her word, soon after the first carts went over, they felt the pull that to them, was like being sucked upwards, and yanked over hard enough to be lifted off the bench for a moment.
“Woo-hoo!” Laura yelled, showing off now very prominent buck teeth.
“Yee-HAW!” Anna’s exclamation sounding a lot like a bray at the end, hairy ears stretching upwards.