The ride continues again and the horn blowing ferry is now in my sight. The rich coach pulls up to the ferry entrance, but stops short of the boardwalk. My Coachman dismounts and opens the door.
"Ferry is just down the street Sir!"
I stare at him from the terror within, knowing that once my feet touch Island soil or concrete the Donkey curse begins anew. I sat there and just looke back with a cold stare.
"Don't you feel well Sir?" asked the very considerate Coach drive.
"Ah, I want to make a proper appearance at the ferry landing, please, lets drive up to the front of the building!" I said as one hand reached in and produced a pair of hundred dollar bills as a tip.
The Coachman's eyes lit up and a broad smile came over his face.
"YES, Sir, a grand appearance we shall make for you Sir!" he announced. The door closed softly and my coach rocked a little as he once again jumped up top. A crack of the whip and we moved ever so nice. The crowd parted for the coach and its team of damned youths. Again the door opened and I was delighted to see wooden boardwalk. Stepping down I gave the man another pair of hundreds and he looked pleased.
The crowd of people and youths looked and gawked to see some moviestar step from the red velvet coach. I smiled and then my eye saw one of the Donkeys looking my way. The Coachman stood aside his coach door ushering in those for the Hotels.
Yet my fearful gaze was to the black Donkey stretching to turn his head, bound by bridle, bit, and harness he looked at me. A cold stare that made me think of one older man that was taken inside another room. His hair was black with a little silver showing due to his age. As I peered his way the sight of a silvered mane, I knew it was him and he knew I was getting away.
If my fear was not increased to blind terror at that moment, it must have been just plain Dutch luck. Stepping in and breaking my view was a slender lady from the ferry boat ticket office. She was most kind and walked me around the building on a private boardwalk and down the long dock to my waiting ferry of escape.
At last I was aboard and with the offering of a hundred dollar bill was brought to a plush stateroom and told I might stay there for privacy.
I thanked her and walked inside the red velvet and rich wood interiored room. A long couch, three chairs, a bar, and one private bath made me relax at last.
A plush soft recliner chair offered the relaxing rest I so much desired at that moment. Minutes passed and I heard a commotion on the pier. A look out the porthole brought back the terror. Guards, security men checking all those the were boarding for the return trip. They were showing a picture, maybe of me! Checking baggage and then it happened.
Another ferry slung itself into the dock making a wave. My ferry swung sideways and gave a stern bump to the concrete pileons along side. As the steel of the ship's hull touched the concrete a shock of electric came up through the floor. I jumped at the feeling but made no notice other than I hoped the ship be not damaged.
Whether the fear of that afternoon and my escape plus relief to be aboard the urge to release one's bladder became a real need. Into the private bath I stepped and took down my pants to sit and rest. As my hand reached down to tuck the little pecker into the toilet I was again struck by horror.
The bump of the boat had set a jolt of Pleasure Island electric curse into my feet and up my frame. There I sat looking down at brown fur covered legs. My testicles had also returned to donkey size and my human pecker replaced by sheath and the monster cock all again.
I sat there for some time until the sound of the engines below told of the departure and soon our short trip to the mainland and home.
The trip as I peered at the sudden changes which had so quickly returned was suddenly made worse.
Some unknown reason the ship lurched in backing from it's berth. Thud, and again and once more we bumped the concrete piles and that shock touch my feet again and again.
I stood up from the toilet and peered across the small room to a ceiling to floor wall mirror. There looking back at me was a hardy and somewhat fat looking Donkey. Half dressed in a shirt and vest which did clash with the donkey brown fur. A nervous tail again swung behind me and the fear of hell was again in my heart.