Felicity never knew her parents, but she was aware of what they were and what they became. Despite being born on Pleasure Island, the only thing she knew were rumors. That young boys and girls go there and disappear, and that donkeys suddenly take their place.
But she knew her parents were donkeys. Felicity’s aunt was one of the few girls to leave Pleasure Island human, but she witnessed Felicity’s birth. On her deathbed she told Felicity everything she knew.
Felicity learned that not only were her real parents donkeys, but she was too…and if she tried hard enough…she could become one.
Her adopted parents weren’t convinced however, and after Felicity’s aunt passed away she was led further from the temptations of Pleasure Island.
She lived in rural Kentucky, and frequently attended Church with her parents. It wasn’t long before Pleasure Island became an silly inaccessible dream, she was more concerned with church and school.
However on the cusps of teen hood, she was getting weary. She was 13 and she was thoroughly tired of rural life. The approaching responsibilities of adulthood were on the horizon, and she longed for a simpler, more pleasurable life.
She wanted to meet her real parents, but mostly, she wanted to be a donkey.
Her adopted parents barely knew what Pleasure Island was. So seeing their pride and joy turn into a fucking ass would be a shock to the system for sure.