You look over your room for a bit in the very early light of morning. You try to figure out where and when Pleasure Island is right now. Over the years, you've figured it to appear as early as the 10th century and as late as possibly the 22nd, though you've never been able to be 100% sure.
Its often hard to tell, and it might have even moved since last night, but you think it's in the late 19th or early 20 century.
There is obviously a way off the island, since a lot of your subjects end up sold somewhere, so there is a way to escape. But if you're caught...
You sigh. You're bored. You've been here so long you can't remember your old life. You almost couldn't care less if you end up a sow, you want this life to be over.
Realizing that you're going to need some fast transportation, you step out of your room and start down the hall, listening to at the doors. Some are silent, but after a couple doors, you hear human snoring. You slip into the room and look around.
"Wha... who are you?" asked a scruffy young man sitting on the bed. He's rubbing his head in a manner that really means he's hung over, but seeing you has made him perk up.
You smile, "I'm your early morning wake up call," you say in a practiced manner. "It's time for some stud service."
When the guy seems to hesitate, you switch gears and take matters into your own hands, or mouth as it might be. You suckle like there's no tomorrow on his dick, putting all your mind into it. It's a practiced maneuver you've used so many times you can't even recall. You're so good at it, you can almost predict what you're going to end up with.
The guy tries to stand as his body reshapes, but falls forward onto his hands as they turn into hooves. You hear him try to exclaim, but only a confused whicker escapes his throat. Before long, you're tasting the familiar flavor of mares milk, which tells you that it's time to stop.
You stand and find yourself next to a fantastic specimen of female horseflesh. She looks at you with deep confusion, and you feel sorry for the first time in a long time. "If you'd have just played along, you could have been a stallion, but I'm in a hurry and didn't have time to masquerade. If you help me escape, I'll try and change you back."
You have no idea if you even can. You've never tried. But this filly doesn't need to know that.
You open the door and lead her out, then climb on her back. "Unless you want to be sold to a horse breeder, you'd best get moving!"