Pleasure Island

---

Donkey Transformation

Peter grinned to his friend, Tony, even though the day out with both of their mothers, perhaps, was not the one that he would have imagined a few years back. His hair had been lightened to a softer blonde by the summer sun, though it was kept short, all so that he could remain a little cooler in the heat. Pleasure Island was a tropical resort, a well-kept secret, that could only be reached by boat - and, frankly, the four of them had been lucky to get tickets.

Yet Peter had decided to invite Tony's mother and his mother too, his attention slipping towards them more and more in his early twenties, though that was not Peter's fault, not really. It was just where his mind was apt to go, the dreams that had taken hold of him when he'd started looking at his mother, Lindsey, in a different way.

Maybe it was due to maturing or maybe it was a sexual awakening of a kind, though he found himself enraptured by her blue eyes, her freckles, how they dusted her face. She was shorter than Peter, saying, quite often, that he took after his father when it came to height and the build of his body, but he wasn't around too much. That was why he had grown so close to his mother over the years, sharing a lot with her that, honestly, Peter did not think that he could ever have shared with anyone else.

Well, perhaps Tony. Tony had always been there for him, though it was good to be on the island, to let the cares of the day and week and more slip away, the guys in their swim trunks, comfortable, Tony's mother, Anna, bringing a big bag with towels. She had always been motherly and Peter, even though he would never have said it aloud, snuck glances at her too over the years, her bright blonde hair like Tony's, though she kept hers short and cutely trimmed around her face. She was taller than Lindsey, which wasn't hard to do, but Anna knew how to make her presence known, steadfast and comfortable in herself, the soft curves of her body only one part of what made her who she was.

"Wow, it's fantastic here!" Anna said, plopping a straw sun hat on her head, lips in an easy smile. "Come on, boys, let's find somewhere to get set up!"

Peter and Tony kept close together, but it was definitely their mothers leading the way, even then, as they fell into line behind them on Pleasure Island, chatting a little, but the day was not supposed to be about anything in particular. Only the relaxation, the particulars of escaping from daily life, though Lindsey cooed loudly and clapped her hands at the smooth expanses of pristine, white sand, the beach bar, just how everything had been set up.

"Oh, I've never seen water this blue! Peter - come see!"

He went obediently, sneaking a look at her legs out of the corner of his eye, raking up the length of her legs as if it was his fingers performing the motion and not his eyes. Of course, he had a bare chest, though he felt a little too conscious of himself and his body as he joined his mother, sensitive to the warmth of her on his side, though she was, at least, wearing a lovely two-piece bikini. That offered his eye other places to land, enjoying the pink of it, how it held her breasts, though he would never, of course not, ever have been bold enough to feel the weight of them in his hands.

It was just a phase, he told himself, even as he shivered and admired her feet, shaky despite the heat of the day. But how could ignore things like that when his mother was as hot as she was? Lindsey was similar to her, just as drop-dead gorgeous, but he couldn't decide, even in their sandals, which woman's feet he would have preferred, if he'd had any say in the matter. Lindsey had painted her toenails a soft pink that day, which was most certainly distracting to him, though Anna was challenging that with her soft, small, delicate toes, how they wriggled on her sandals.

Peter swallowed hard, though the pressure of his shaft rising to attention did not help things, his swim trunks nowhere near enough to hide his length in the hot sunshine. If only he could see her toes pressing into the sand, how the fine, white grains would flow and sift so very lightly between them... Maybe, before the day was out, he would get that lucky.

It was a tourist spot, as they explored the island, adults only, with no children around, though a drink or two helped loosen them up as they sat near a pool with water jets, enough to cool down for a bit. Palm trees and the like surrounded them, swaying faintly in the perfect hint of a breeze, Tony and Peter laughing together, even though Peter couldn't stop his eyes from wandering. Even his friend looked good out there, though he knew that he had to keep those thoughts very much to himself, even though he liked seeing the little bit of muscle in Tony's chest, the curl of darker hair down his happy trail, between his belly button and where it plunged into the waistband of his swim trunks. And even further down too, his feet, how his toes wriggled, sitting back with an easy laugh, his knee jutting out at an angle while he rested the foot of that leg on his opposite thigh, comfortable and easy in himself.

Peter wished he could be that comfortable in himself, but maybe if he kept watching Tony he would be, one day. That was what he hoped, however, soaking up the atmosphere, even as they took a swim, water flowing around them, swimming down a natural channel of water that felt as safe as a swimming pool, branches overhanging and trailing softly in the flow of water out to the ocean.

"Here, Peter..."

His eyes widened, pulling himself out of the water and taking the joint that Tony offered him, though his heart hammered.

"Tony... Is this what I think..."

Tony grinned.

"Yeah! Mom gave it to me! Weed is legal here, can you imagine?"

He couldn't imagine, not having lived somewhere where it was legalised, though none of his friends had ever honestly understood why it was something held as a taboo for so long, to be quite honest. It was something that he could have dug deeper into, but it was far more fun for him to sit on the bank, with some comfortable chairs and cushions that fit the tropical décor, taking hit after hit of the joint that he shared with Tony.

Yet he could relax there, even as his mother and Anna joined them, alcohol and weed pleasantly dulling Peter's senses, allowing him to feel as if anything was possible. Tiring of exploring, at least for the time being, they relaxed there under the shade of a woven umbrella, the bar nearby and where they could watch the water flowing by, shaded and enjoying drink after drink.

Tony, however, attracted more attention than Peter had expected, though he could not honestly be envious of Tony when he wanted to be one of the ladies crowding around his friend too. At home, they didn't get many eyes on them, but it was a different environment out there - as if the two young men were putting themselves out there, properly for once, for the first time. Peter was set aside, sitting with his mother and Anna, though he didn't mind too much. It was hard to mind about anything all that much when he had a lit joint in his hand, taking hit after hit, inhaling deeply.

"Mmm..."

What they didn't know that the resort island, so close and yet so far from their city, was something special indeed, something and somewhere where the alcohol and weed was a little more potent than they might have expected. If they'd seen the warning signs, they might have known what they were getting into. But it was not as if those running the island made things like that obvious anyway...

It wasn't that bad for Peter though, even if he wondered what it would be like to have that much attention around him, brushing a hand back a little self-consciously through his blonde hair. He'd only recently broken up with his partner (it had been fizzling out for a while, so it was not all that much of a bad thing, it was the right thing to happen), but he wanted that attention too, on a basic, primal level. Who in the world would not crave touch like that?

Peter shook his head, thoughts wandering, aware of his arousal, how his shaft, once again, threatened to thicken within his swim trunks. Leaning a little further over their small, shared table, listening to his mother and Anna laughing and chattering, did not help at all, however, eyes drifting to their breasts, how their bikinis showed enough for them still to remain tantalising.

"Aw, don't you worry, Peter," Anna cooed, drawing his attention and a blush to his cheeks at the same time. "Tony's always been like that, even when he was a young teen! I'm surprised he hasn't got a girl on his arm at the moment though, with how he is."

Lindsey chuckled and shook her head, sparing a moment to squeeze her son's shoulder. As relaxed as they were, hanging out near the bar in the shade, the bartender cleaning glasses behind them, no one noticed just how Peter shivered, the little moan he gave under his breath. It was just as well.

"You'll find someone again, Peter," his mom reassured him, but all he could think about was how good it had felt to have her hand on his shoulder, the lingering warmth of her touch making his toes curl. "It won't be long, not for a handsome young lad like you."

"I'm not that young anymore, mom," he grumbled, though there was more heat in his cheeks than there had been before, resisting the urge to rub it away with his knuckles. "Come on..."

She still treated him as if he was younger than he was - but there were, most likely, few mothers in the world that always treated their adult sons just as they were. It was not entirely a bad thing, for he had needed her comfort too after the break-up. But that was not something that Peter wanted to think about right then as he watched Tony throw his head back laughing, passing the joint around the group of six women, everyone sharing as if they had known each other for much longer than they had.

It was still nice to be outside though, he thought, even if he was half trying to convince himself that all was well and fine then, that he was not feeling just a little bit left out. The wind rustled through the trees, palm fronds swaying, and he let them catch his eyes, the chatter of tipsy laughter from their mothers filling the air, a fitting backdrop to a day that was not so bad. No, he should be glad to be there, glad to be in good health, glad to be out and about, at least not working at that time. That was a good thing, yes, even if he had to remind himself of that from time to time too.

However, it should have come to his attention that not all was as it should be when one of the bikini-clad women cosied up to Tony, her hands sliding down his body, the muscle in his chest and the very light definition of his abdominals. Everything seemed to come with a glow to it, though Peter put that down to the alcohol, perhaps seeing everything through the lens of "cocktail goggles" - like "beer goggles" but way better to drink, at least in his opinion. It was not bad, not as he relaxed, aware that there was another joint in his hand even though he didn't know quite where it came from.

But that was okay, he thought, relaxing increasingly, his chair rocking as he adjusted his weight in it. It was a good day, a day where he didn't have anything else at all in the world to worry about, a day where nothing else mattered.

Tony, however, was not thinking even as much as Peter, not as he passionately kissed the woman - Hannah? Was that her name? He almost didn't remember, vaguely aware that he was being watched, that his mother was still there, though he couldn't find it in himself to care. Why worry about things when everything was fine - great, even? It was not right, not as the kiss became sloppier and messier, trading giggles between soft lips, his hands on his hips.

Sliding down his swim trunks came naturally to him, gasping softly in Hannah's mouth (at least, that was the name he was going for there) as his shaft sprang free. He had not even realised that he was so hard! And yet blood rushed to all the right parts of his body as if it had a right to be there, to be so turned on out in public. It would have been wrong, yes, for him to do that anywhere else, but he couldn't stop it, not as her hand grasped his cock, her nails painted.

"Ohhhh, fuck!"

Tony couldn't help himself, grinning at her even as she shot him a sly grin and a wink, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. With a seductive wiggle of her hips, she slid down the length of his body, folding to the ground as he moaned, their shared intent clear.

He didn't think about his mother watching him be so lewd, all with his dick out in public. At an adult-only resort, anything was okay, surely?

It was not a question that lingered in his mind for that long, not as her lips closed around his cock, down on her knees and moaning like a porn star as she took his shaft and the tip into the back of her mouth. Shuddering bodily, Tony moaned, winding his fingers through her hair, though they tightened there, twisting through the strands, rather than stroking. He should have been gentler, he knew that, but he wasn't himself, the lines between reality and a less inhibited one blurring, softening around him.

Maybe those lines didn't even need to exist. Maybe he didn't need to linger there.

Peter laughed and shook his head, though did not react as he would normally have at the sight of the woman sucking off his friend's cock. He wasn't even jealous anymore, only impressed that Tony had been able to score such a hot chick so quickly.

"Damn..." Peter whistled softly, though it was a light, muted sound that hardly carried at all. "I wish I was there... Fuck..."

It wasn't like him to swear, though Peter didn't know which position he wanted to be in: whether Tony's place or down on his knees, doing heaven knew what to his friend. The lines wavered, wanting more, grunting, rocking his hips, forgetting about his mother and Tony's sitting right there opposite him. Even Lindsey had stopped talking and let out a giggle, not covering her mouth, as she watched her friend's song get what seemed to be the blowjob of his life from a stranger. It was hard to look away, even for them, especially with the "need" to look away having been stripped from all of them without them having even noticed.

They were never meant to notice. No one ever read the fine print on entering Pleasure Island anyway. Few left either. If any.

"Wow..." Lindsey laughed and shook her head, though it was in admiration. "I didn't know your son had a cock like that, Anna!"

Anna smiled proudly, drawing her shoulder blades back as if she really was proud of her son - and she was!

"I know, right?" She all but bragged. "My boy is a real lady pleaser! You can't not be with a dick like that, I bet he'll cum loads for her."

It should have been a warning sign to Peter that something was very much not right there, but all he could do was slump further back, watching how his friend's cock disappeared down into the woman's throat, repeatedly. The lewd slurp and slop of her lips pursing tightly around his cock was all that he could think about, as if his vision was narrowing in more to that scene only, everything else around it fuzzy at the edges.

No... Oh, no. Peter didn't need to focus on anything else, nothing at all, not when that moment was already perfect where it was. Tony groaned and rocked his hips, his hand seemingly loosening in her hair, the thrust and grind of his hips spellbinding, drawing Peter in so that he did not even feel that it could have been possible to look away. Not that he was going to, of course...

There was one thing that he had missed, however, with his laser focus as it was, watching the skin of his friend's cock pull lightly back and forth with the sucking, tugging force of Hannah's lips. And that was that his friend wasn't quite just his friend anymore. Not in the sense that Tony was "more than a friend", but more so that he was no longer simply a man.

Tony leaned over his new friend as he thrust, panting heavily, his cock throbbing too much for him even to stop. His mouth felt blocky, chunky, as if there was suddenly too much in it for comfort, so he let his lips part, jaw hanging open, all for his comfort. Yet what he did not know was that his teeth were growing bigger, chunkier, becoming large incisors, designed for snipping grass. The molars at the back were not much better, too large for his mouth even as his lips stretched too, the feeling of becoming something else slipping over him like a second skin.

But he couldn't be worried, not at all, not when no one else was worried, tongue sweeping over his chunky teeth as the sense of bad breath tickled at the back of his throat. He wasn't going to stop though, oh no, grunting and swallowing and driving on with every pound of his hips. No, no, no, he'd just take a breath mint, yes, before kissing her again, that was a much better idea. Yet even the notion of bad breath being something to be at all embarrassed by was not going to linger with him for all that much longer.

It was better that way.

Peter blinked, feeling as if something was different, though he did not realise that it was the blocky, herbivorous teeth that were slowly protruding more from his friend's mouth - and those of the women surrounding him. His friend, in a way, looked fluffier, though he might have sounded the alarm if he had at all realised that that was the case on the women too, more and more hair in brown and grey covering their bodies, thickening up slowly but surely. However, even if Peter had realised that anything was wrong, it was not as if he was at all in a position to stop anything. He'd drunk the same as the rest of them, after all, and had the same weed. There was no going back, even if they were all still oblivious.

_ _

Hm... Peter shook his head, vision a little blurry, a little "glowy", as if he was seeing things through a lens, as if something was changing. I wish... Mm... I could be there, join in. Tony's so lucky.

Left out in a way, but, frankly, too drunk to care. Wow, he must have had more to drink than he'd realised, Peter thought, though his lips did not seem to move in the way that they should have to allow the chuckle out of his throat. The girls that Tony was with even looked more beautiful the more he looked at them, eyes drifting over their shapely legs, how the skin darkened with something more there.

"Hey, Peter..."

His mom was the one that drew his attention back to the moment, though Peter could not stop his heartbeat from picking up the moment that their eyes had locked. Oh, he'd known all along that he had had some level of attraction to his mother, but he'd never seen her like that, with large, blocky teeth protruding from her mouth, smiling widely, her lips seeming to stretch even more to show off those gorgeous teeth of hers.

"Your smile..." He mumbled, trying to get the words out, though it was as if he was fumbling over each one, even slurring. "You're...gorgeous..."

Lindsey chuckled roughly, throatily, and he was suddenly aware that Tony's mother was on the other side of him. The heat of her closed in on his side and her arm was around him in the next moment, Peter sucking in a breath that came straight back out again in a moan, unable to help himself. But that was the case of Pleasure Island, where people ate and drank and smoked to excess, to forget the real world, the woes and the trials that had driven them there in the first place.

"Ohhh..."

He rolled his head back onto Anna's shoulder, so warm, so comfortable, right where he needed to be. Her bosom pressed to the back side of his arm and he squeezed in even closer to her, loving her touch, wanting even more. He did not even consider that what he was doing, what they were doing, was wrong in any way, not as Anna rubbed his leg soothingly, his cock swelling with hardness. He could not have contained his need even if he had tried to - and Peter very much was not thinking of anything like that.

His mother pressed in closer to him on the other side and, suddenly, Peter was no longer left out, not as she nibbled softly at his earlobe with her big, dull teeth. Peter moaned and shivered, not knowing which way to go, his hands on them, all over them, though he was barely aware at any given moment just where or what he was touching. All he knew was that it was the best thing ever, a moment that he wanted to stretch on forever, his own mother's lips closing over his own.

He lost himself there, head exploding with stars, his cock achingly hard, every dirty fantasy that he had ever had coming to life. It didn't even Peterer, not then, that Tony had gotten all the girls there - as long as he had his mother, Tony's mother, their sexy bodies pressed up against him. As he kissed his mother passionately, fervently, as if it was the last moment that he would ever be able to relish in, he felt her mouth move against his, tongues brushing up against one another, though it was harder and harder for it to be a kiss that could be at all controlled.

No... It felt like his lips were too big for his face, at the very least, but that was more than alright. It was not as if Peter cared about anything else as his heart rate escalated, beating harder and faster, squeezing in closer to her. Oh, it was all that he had wanted, everything else falling away, his hands running down her body, finally getting to squeeze and grope her wonderful tits, to feel how heavy and full they were. Why, they were practically spilling out of her bikini top, but maybe that was because his mother's tied strap at the back was coming loose - something that Peter was only too keen to help along.

End preview.

_ _

_ _

_ _

_ _

_ _

Thank you for reading! This re-published story is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commissio!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1460288

Commissio: https://commiss.io/listings/bbbZ

Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!

https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/

All new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!

@alismitsy

I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.

arianmabe@gmail.com

---

---

---

---

---

If you liked this story, you may also enjoy...

Taking a Change: From Man to Naga

Taylor has headed down to a coastal town to visit his friend - but there seems to be a disruption to the travel services when leaving. What a pain! He has to wait around, while his friend is out and not able to host him for longer, trying to figure out what to do in the interim. There's likely something for him to do, after all.

However, Taylor finds that his friend has slipped a transformation trigger into his pocket, just so Taylor can activate it when he wants to: no force or pressure at all. Science and magic are interwoven when it comes to little lusts of the body and, of course, fantasy fulfilment, though it's not something he's tried before.

Bored on the beach with nothing else to do, he takes the trigger - and reaps the luxurious spoils and coils of transforming into a naga, right there, out in the open with no one around...

However, there is more to Taylor's new, temporary body than even he could have anticipated.

Author's note: this story contains consensual transformation and self-pleasure, from human male to naga male.

The Canine Pill: Transformation

Peter and Harriet are all about spicing up their sex life as much as possible - but even Harriet is a bit wary of the drugs that he's brought home! Of course, they are safe enough, from the adult shop, but they don't expect them to work.

But all comes to light as they start to transform, gaining fur and claws, transforming into golden canines. They need more, crave more, their lust rising as they share their delight with each other.

Out into the woods they go, leaping and revelling, but the transformed canines only have eyes for each other...

Author's note: this story contains consensual transformation and consensual sex between human characters and then transformed canine characters. All characters, as in all of my stories, are over eighteen and clearly written as such.

Becoming Donkeys: Best Friends Transform

Peter has been waiting for far, far too long to go see Tony at his place. It's a bit of a trip but it's about time that they hung out! Everything's great as soon as they meet up, although consuming some edibles in a box of chocolates, what they do not know are drugs, renders their inhibitions lowered.

And, when the drugs kick in, their bodies transform, coming together in lust before, during and after their transformation. Their bodies grow hairier and hairier as they lose their humanity, minds twisted and warped as they transform into donkeys.

Their lust, however, does not take a break there. No... Fucking and taking simple, carnal pleasures will be all the kinky pair have left. And that suits them just fine!

Author's note: this story contains consensual sex between two characters as men and while/after transforming into donkeys. The transformation is non-consensual/surprise.

Feline Transformation: Relief from Reality

Rae is a regular husky and does regular things - so that's why he tries things out of the box, out of his comfort zone. Sometimes.

And, this time, he doesn't want to be a dog anthro anymore, oh no. Why be one thing when he can step into someone else's shoes - or paws? Taking a trip into transformation, he rubs himself while he transforms into a cat anthro, taking in all the differences that come between their species.

A little self-pleasure along the way too never hurt!

Author's note: this story contains consensual transformation and masturbation (male/solo pleasure) with an anthropomorphic dog and cat. All characters, as always, are over eighteen and clearly written as such.

From Stallion to Mare: Transformation in the Stables

Gideon looks like a normal horse anthro to everyone else - but the black stallion has taken on many personas in his lifetime. There is a lot to take in, though Gideon does not have to remain a stallion forever.

Which is why he takes himself out to the stables for a little bit of personal fun. It feels natural to him, the warm must of the barn closing in around him, soft and sweet. He puffs out breath through his nostrils, head tipping back, transforming, slowly, from stallion to mare, becoming another...and themselves too.

Never one thing.

Yet Gideon's hand slides lower, seeking self-pleasure in transformation, even then...

Author's note: this story contains consensual, solo transformation and masturbation with an anthropomorphic equine character. All characters in my stories, as always, are adults over the age of eighteen and written as such.

Transition in Pride: Genderfluid Passion

Sam didn't know that she was genderfluid, even after seeing her dragon friend, Ryan, transition into the body that should always have been his. Transitioning was just about making one's life and body, after all, match how they felt inside, though Sam had always assumed that she was oversimplifying it.

But that's true. Transitioning can be as much or as little as they need, just to feel true in their own skin. Or scales, as it is, for the dragons.

Yet she expected even less a relationship to bloom between her and Ryan, heading out to Pride and enjoying seeing everyone coming together even as their desire for each other grows and grows. They can't do anything, what they want to do, out in public, not there, but they can race home like the young lovers they are, giggling and tripping over their tails in their haste to get home and to enough privacy to fall into bed together...

Author's note: this story contains romantic erotica between a genderfluid (AMAB) dragon and a transgender dragon (female to male, AFAB).