Swimming, treading water occasionally, relaxing and letting the body float along upon the surface of a fairly placid sea, the impossibility of such a swim for freedom seems likely to succeed.
"You know I think we might make the swim all the way back to the mainland!" Says then the companion with you in this desperate swim, floating together, with hands clasped one to the other, less you two might drift apart and then...
"Never your mind thinking such big ideas, think only of the moment and/or we might have a leg cramp and then drown. We need each the other to survive! Together, merging our strengths, we keeping our mind only on one greater goal; that goal seems less insurmountable every minute we remain afloat." A friend and friendly voice reminds, keeping spirits high, heads out of the clouds, and the wealth of mutual hope in the heart.
Floating together the underlying current is helping to move the two relaxed and still breathing donkified friends out to sea.
"Hey, what is that!" Your partner says, he seeing something that seemed to frighten him, as hands release their grasping the hands of the other, both sliding deeper into the water and treading it to remain afloat.
Suddenly all seems as lost, the water around has in it black dorsal fins, instantly the mind thinks these are sharks come to feed of woe some donkified prey.
Fear of a horrible and painful death by the teeth and jaws of some ignorant sea creature is enough to wish you remained back at the isle and learned to lust for some jennet.
Excited, the mind and body jump into an accelerated drive, adrenaline flows to all parts of a body, arousing renewed strength; strength enough to fight to survive.
A long and sleek feeling fish body slides past, the smooth skin of the fish sliding past a water treading leg.
The feel of this send shivers of horror into a worried mind, so much that what was wholly donkey becomes erect and causes troubles with remaining float.
Panic ensures, both know just how stoutly erect something is below the water and it might look quite tasty to some shark.
"What is worse, being killed and eaten by a fish, or have it bit off your erection?" Your swimming partner asks, his voice breaks and quivers as he speaks, the question poised; the two swimming prey begins to hear something that resembles laughter.
Then, bursting to the surface and all around comes several fish heads, snouts, mouths opened, tongues wagging, as the fish seem to be laughing.
Seeing the fish comes with realization of two distinct facts, these are all Dolphins, but not born as fish, they were products too of that ill fated isle where people wind up as some sort of beast like commodity.
Elated at the fact these with dorsal fins were not Sharks, the number of them stand with the two donkified males, all floating together, fin and hands grasping in realized friendship.
Friendship gains suddenly a whole new meaning as with yet that massive male donkey erection down under the water, what is as a female dolphin came so close she worked the head of that shaft inside her smooth and hot lust loving body.
Teal colored eyes of this very loving sort of female dolphin give that look of a woman wanting and being as alluring as she can muster. It is undeniable that the maleness is inside her, and inching further into her as she with her new fish body has her ability to grasp at it, holding it in, and helping the shaft to enter further.
She slides in closer, her wagging tail fin acting as if a sexual pumping on that exceptionally male and elongated organ. She slips her for fins under the arms of her would be love and mate, helping to hold him afloat, the pleasuring continues unseen.
Then from behind the two swimming almost male humans comes the feel of a Dolphin body and its dorsal fin; it slicing between buttock cheeks and inserting the tip of the fin into a tender place.
To the one having the wildest time of sensual sensation of his entire life, this added insertion into his body makes him jerk and this in turn had him shove the length of his shaft inside a lust female.
As from the inserted fin comes mental concepts of how these transformed individuals wish to help the two swimming males make the journey back to the mainland shores. Information and mental conversations flow between God-forsaken people being then as fish, and of two who with help and time might again walk the earth on two legs and not with having use four.
The friend in the water grasped a hand to the dorsal fins of two all black male Dolphins, as they propel him through the waves, in the water, and onward toward a safe shore.
One friend finds his mind torn between his wish to return home and wanting as much to have a lifetime of relationships with this, hot and lust loving female; even if she be a Dolphin. The mating continues, as three other female Dolphin remain close, each seemingly interested in having or taking their turn with feeling something wild and wondrous.
The first contact between part manly form and that of a mammal fish comes to an ending. He feels the second and then later a third contacting, but with each the sensation seems less intent.
Splashing about in the salty sea water and having these horny females doing what they wanted with him, the sight of fur less forearms suggest he is beginning to regress from being partially like to a male donkey.
Then in a moment of mutually enjoyed elation for him, and with hands grasped tightly to dorsal fin, the troop swims toward the distant shore and freedom for one who escaped the devious bestial plans of those who operate Pleasure Island.