You tell Peter that you will have a Colt Care! Despite the cute name, this turns out to be a Stout beer with a hardy smell. The aroma makes you feel like you have been farming the fields all day. You weren't expecting such a dark beer and politely ask Peter if you can switch.
"Sorry Kid, you only get one choice. That's the only rule we have around here. I promise that if you just have a sip you wont be disappointed!"
Well it was free... And to not seem rude you should at least try it, right? You muster up some courage and take a big swig. The beer coats your mouth in a rich barley and oats taste that flows down and burns your throat as you swallow. As much as you thought you would hate it, a gentle tingle that quickly envelopes you has you craving more. You quickly take a second swig and genuinely enjoy it this time! So much so that you missed the little smile spreading across Peter's face.
"This is actually really good Peter! Why have I never heard of this beer before?"
"That's because it can only be found here on Pleasure Island. Since I make all of it myself, there is nothing else like it in the world! If you follow me right this way I can show you how it's made."
You follow Peter through some large doors that seemingly open themselves, and step into what can only be described as the scientific version of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", but for BEER! There must be 12 vat's, each the size of a gain silo. All of them have their own high tech monitoring stations at the base with many machines, none of which you could name. The vast majority of the space, however, seems to be dominated by an indoor farm with hills and grazing animals of all shapes and sizes. Dog's appear to be the primary feature, but you find some cows, a few pigs, and there are even some strangely exotic animals caged in the back. The horses however catch your eye as they gallop freely across the fields, manes billowing behind them. It turns out that Peter is a farmer as well at as brew master.
"How is this even possible? Didn't you say you do this all by yourself?" You guffaw at Peter. The tingle you feel from the beer making the situation all the more surreal.
"With too much time and too much money, anything is possible. I have used my experience with machines to build my version paradise where I can freely enjoy my two loves: beer and animals." You look up at this man who has managed to achieve his dreams and can't help but feel some admiration for him building up inside of you. That could also be this enjoyable tingle that keeps growing with every sip of beer you have. "Now hurry and finish your drink so I can show you my finest achievement!" As he instructed, you chug the last dregs of your beer. You suck on the bottle hoping to get every last drop, not wanting to waste any of it.
You let go of the now empty bottle and look up at the "sky" where you see an artificial sun shining bright. A sense of relief floods over you and gets rid of that tingle, which has tickled the back of your mind since your first sip. Without looking down you ask Peter, "What could be a greater achievement than the fulfillment of your dreams? This place is so amazing I can't see anything that could compare!"
Peter looks up at you and exclaims, "Its you! Simply look down at yourself boy and you will see what I mean." You look down at Peter and then at yourself, letting the weight of his words set in. For the first time, you realize that you are now the taller between the two of you. Despite how built Peter is, you may have more muscle than him now too! Your eyes wander down your body, following the new curves of your body. Your arms look so strong, like you are ready to work and have worked hard for all your life. Your ab's flex as you think about and feel them for the first time. Then your see your legs and almost fall over from the shock. They look like the back legs of a horse. From your toes to hips you have gained the muscle and power of a horse. Whats more striking however is the horse-sized bulge going down your tattered pants followed by the look in Peter's eyes and his all too toothy grin.