You are utterly confused but you then feel hands washing you and scrubbing you. You feel clean and much better. You then fall asleep and so soundly that you cannot even sense you being carried away and placed in a stable. The hay is soft and smells so sweet. A blanket is placed upon you and you snuggle into it unconsciously. In facet, a bottle is produced to you and smelling the milk, unconsciously you mouth reacts. You suckle and gulp hungrily, not waking up. Then, your belly full and warm, you drift back into your deep, deep slumber. You do not even notice the noises made by the other fantasy equines around you, the pegasi, unicorns, equine fauns and centaurs, all children and all waiting for an adoption the next day.
When you wake up, opening your eyes blearily. You move, feeling a bit weak and still tired. But around you, there are sounds and sights attracting your attention. You ate in a stable, of all places. It's clean though and outside you see a very large field. In this pasture, there are foals and children. Sometimes both combined. Unicorns and pegasi gallop and munch on grass. Children with equine body parts also play and have fun around trees or splashing in a fountain, centaurs and others with the lower bodies and ears of horses, instead of goats' like fauns or satyrs would. All play together regardless of their respective species. You wonder with fright what you are, to be placed with them, and look under your blanket with apprehension. The body, not only the hindquarters, of a horse greets your sight. A centaur. You're a baby centaur. A foal. And you tail itches like crazy with nervous spams and a flicking of the hair. So tentatively, you start getting up, slowly and with caution. Getting used to having six limbs instead of four, plus a tail, is surprisingly easy. More or less. You fur is dark brown and your steps uneasy but you manage to gain self-confidence as the minutes go by. You walk slowly across the paved stones of the stables and into the sunshine outside. And looks like you've arrived just in time. A person, fully human, is handing out bottles of milk to those who can seize them and then feeding the pegasi and unicorns that have no opposable thumbs to hold the bottles themselves. You think it is a bit demeaning but you are hungry and the milk looks... enticing. You take a sip and before you know it, the bottle is empty. The carer then reassured everyone, saying adults would soon come to pick up their new little darling. You ask another centaur foal, a girl, about that. The pegasi and unicorns have no vocal chords anymore. She says that every day, couples of each species arrive to select a baby to add to their family. And then they leave to a fantasy world of which Pleasure Island is a portal. You sigh, saying you wish you'd never set foot on that accursed island to start with. The girl says that indeed many in the adoption center probably wish for such a thing. You sigh again, unhappy, and wonder if you will keep your memories or not, or who will want to adopt you, and if they will be nice. After a while, to stop boredom, you start playing ball with other diverse foals. It helps you to focus on something else. You become so entranced by your new body and the game that you forget about the equine adults coming over. Adults that are already there, filing in to stare at their prospective new foals...