The broad and spreading pastures and forests rest in placid peace due to the wary eyes of one named Ken perched high a-top one forest ranger tower. As from this vantage point Ken can survey the horizon for any signs of smoke, fire, and dangers of such.
The Park has given Ken the best optical arrangements possible, but between his keeping a watchful eye for any forest fire, he has the ability and time to take note of all that transpires below his tower.
The satyr glade is in clear sight and the high forest pasture of the Centaurs is as well within his view.
Ken stands often eying the orgies, battles, and those eager and foolish people who wander into the grasp of sex crazed satyrs and the other were-type animals that abound in the Park's nature preserve.
He often stands outside on the catwalk of his high tower. As below the tower are pens and corrals made for those who by whatever ways and means became fully changed into animals. It is for them these pens stand to corral and keep the animals, preparing them for transport to the auction block, and a brutal future, living as do animals used for farming, hunting, and or games.
Oversexed satyr types come into the pens looking for to relieve their inhibitions for sex with those of their own kind. Once inside the pens they find themselves trapped. Yet trapped they still avail their sexual mayhem upon all others in the pen and by this all become as little more than true beasts.
Werewolves, tiger types, and bear beasts have found their ways into traps set for their kind. Once in the traps they devour the meat tainted of chemicals and left for their delights. The chemicals finish the transitioning, leaving them who eat and drink as beast to be then as animals in body but rarely and totally of the change in mind.
These poor bastards get sold to hunting preserves, and there in soon time they are killed, taxidermy's, and placed in some rich man's collection.
So it continues the blandishments of Pleasure Island and its legal autonomy's above and around international laws. Those who are fool enough to come there have signed a waiver to release the Park from any and all liability to the patrons, their families, or any governmental organization, department, or even to the Devil.
Ken has full view of the donkey barns, and too the docks were virile male donkeys are crated and shipped to all countries around the globe.
Often horrified and in tears for those he can see beginning some physical transformation, Ken can hardly hold himself from wishing to join one or another of those feeling the wild and weird sensation it is to change species.
Wild or weird not withstanding, the transition once done, the fun times end! Once a person becomes an animal they lose all their ability to communicate with those they felt love or had as family. Their animal body begins to redirect their thought patterns, some become excellent stud-cum animals, as others as females are delighted to be bred. All then lose their own identity, degrading mentally by the raw life of increased sensuality, and then forced to attend the daily regimen of what it is to live as do an animal.
Ken often stands looking down into the donkey corral as those male Jacks do rape and molest new jenny donkeys, and or their own friends who are males too. Those who came to the island park and were gay of heart; found their sexual desires unchanged and unleashed upon any and all others of their respected species, doing all sorts of vile delights, disrespecting any and all for their personal design.
Tears and an occasional tweaking of his own erection, Ken will watch as a few who come to the corrals as horses, then do what comes natural. He often remarks to himself only, daring not to let out his secret desire; less he too would certainly join some group for shipment, a horse, and doomed to be as some beastly animal.
The Park is rampant with traps and places of entrapment for the foolish and some as dim minded and unsuspecting.
Along the boardwalk by the opening to the vast ocean beyond are the rank exhibits. Ken has seen many, but dared never to enter less his loneliness be his downfall. Such as Circe's house of ill repute is but one that might lure a man inside and soon he shall know the ways of Circe, satyr women, Minotaurs, and like these or as a pig, a man might become, permanently!
Thousands come to the Park every day, but it is just a varied few hundred that leave by the back doors, loading docks, and wharves to some foreboding future.
The Park and its disgusting ability is a direct result of men worshiping monetary gain; and as well the delights and desires of demons and devils, whether being as men or as spirits directing the vile acts of vile men.