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A Pleasure Island

-by Rudolf Smith

Steps were heard in the middle of the night, someone was in a hurry. Thousands of plants opposed the run away, anyway, his destiny was sealed. Suddenly he fell on the ground, his face was changing but that wasn't the only part of him. He realized he couldn't stand and run, his feet were aching so much. Using the moonlight to see, he rode off of his shoes; his toes had disappeared, they were replaced with a big hard and thick nail in every feet, "wait a minute, is it a hoof? What's happening in this place?!"

He tried to stand, the first moment his new hooves were very uncomfortable; but once he was used to them, he felt like he could run faster and he could carry more weight, he felt himself like, he could be more useful, he could serve better.

His mind started to blur, he thought he must get out of this weird place, but at the same time, he should be working or spending time with a herd, he wished he can stay with fellows like him. Meanwhile, fur sprouted in his new hooves and in some random places of his changing body. His ears grew and moved a top of his head, one at the time. He listened better the sounds of people and equines maybe looking for him, hunting him. His ears had improved, he could stand and listen any sign of alarm, and any order he receives. They are near, he must be quiet, then, he should run...

For many people, James Byers was a sloth and a headache for many people. He owed money to his neighbors and some friends; sometimes he pretended to be angry or sometimes he just made the impossible to enter into his house without being noticed, doing so, nobody would ask for payment. Neighbors thought he was about to be homeless because they assumed he owed months of rent but his tenant had lots of patience, or maybe there was other reason.

As a bonus, James liked soft drugs, alcohol and betting. James was a gambler and a bets tipster; sometimes he gave good advices and made others to earn handsome money; other days he simply didn't have any clue of how to bet. Lou Johnson, the tenant and almost a friend, learned to read the right moment to trust in James so, Lou could bet the rent of other apartments and often he gained more or less 2 times the rent of Jimmy plus a tip every month. The assumption of Jimmy owing a month of rent or two was quiet correct; however, the sympathy for Lou prevented Jimmy of pushing his patience, and the benefit of having a tipster at hand was good in the Lou's side.

One day a guy a knocked at the door and disturbed the cool night of Jimmy, when he opened the door he was punched straight in his nose. His dealer found out where he lived and gave to Jim a brief show of what he would get if he didn't pay for his last doses.

"No! You dumb ass, I don't like bets, only cash, you have 5 days to get the bucks, or I'll think about a way you will pay, spoiler alert, it won't be nice!"

That day was Monday, no games near because neither NBA, MLS nor NFL haven't started and he doesn't like baseball too much, plus racehorses are on Saturdays and Sundays...that would be too late. Two days later Jimmy had to take some money from the bank, as a professional gambler he had a bunch of money to bet (a bank) so he took a significant part to pay his drugs.

Three days later, once he paid his debt, he walked on the street and received an ad of a travel agency for a tempting offer, that was a cruise trip and a whole couple of weeks to spend them in a paradise island in a tempting cost, and differed to months without interests. The ad said "an ultimate experience that can change your life, no limits, no regrets, ASS you had never imagined it".

"Ha ha ha, they spited an s, a print mistake" he thought. James was about to throw the offer to the trash bin but he reconsidered it. "Maybe I'll need some vacations"

The weekend came and Jimmy won many bets. On Saturday at noon, he played poker online and had a great time, then he told by Twitter that, in the Saturday Boxing Night, the fly weight division was going to be won by a Philippines new pugilist and the Kazakhstani GGG was about to crush the Mexican 'Canelo' Alvarez in the 5ft match of both; Jimmy did bet in another match too and won 3/3.

On Sunday he invited Lou plus 2 guys and 4 girls to watch racing horses of US on bet365 dot com and connected his laptop to his TV for a full experience while he used his smartphone to submit his bets. He got enough money for to recover the bank, the half of the trip offer and a tip for his weed.

James advanced another mile and rested on the grass. His hands changed too. Now, half of every finger had a solid cover, his hands were still nearly human but when he lined his fingers together, his hands looked like hooves. His ears were tall and covered with grey fur, he grew a Mohawk and his face belonged more of a donkey than a human. His snout grew more and ached. Then it was covered too.

As the pain subsided, he felt himself stronger and completed. He wanted to be human again but the more he tried to think straight, the harder was to concentrate for him. James was hungry, not so hungry, in his human self, he would wait for 2 hours until he can be safe; but now, he really wanted something. James felt the soft grass under him, his mouth salivated and he closed his eyes, "oh, this smells so fresh, and ... delicious!" Jimmy got on his four, sniffed the smell of wet grass and started to eat, his mind was lost. He only could think at that right moment just in chewing and consume the wonderful herb, he ate like a mindless farm animal.

James chewed and chewed, sensing the flavor and swallowing every bit of pasture, then he simple made a low of satisfaction. The sound of someone coming distracted the new anthropomorphic donkey.

"Hey, there you are! You have been a bad boy, a bad herd fellow. Once I finish with you, you'll be a proud and loyal worker for the herd and for your owner and master, then, the master will praise me and will reward me. I'll be free and maybe I'll still be working here, this time, only for pleasure"

Jimmy saw the person that came in view, the man was middle aged, his voice was husky, he had a rounded belly, strong arms, a cap and a jeans overall, he wore military boots and not T-shirt or shirt, his skin was darkened by the sun. Jimmy met that man days ago. Probably, just probably he had to do with this mess.

The trip on cruise was quiet normal, nothing too important to tell, some random girls and a couple of boys trying to flirt him, a regular service, not to complain but not to congratulate. Jimmy was relaxed for the first half of the time on the boat; at the second half of time he needed something, "oh man! I need a cigarette now" the truth was he had anxiety because he didn't consumed weed or any other drug in at least 2 days and it was forbidden on board.

When he landed, the first thing he made was to look for a lonely spot where he could smoke freely. "Whoa! Much better". After three hits, he jumped, coughed and almost threw his joint when he was caught by surprise by a guy, well, by a middle aged man, that husky and reverbed voice, that strong arms, that jeans overall. He had an imposing body.

"Ha ha ha, sorry boy. I saw you going to suspicious and, as I'm a good worker, I had to make sure you were not a menace for our wonderful island"

"*coughs* I... I hope I'm not in troubles, I promise..."

"Hey, don't worry boy! This is Pleasure Island! A place meant for pleasure, but not so literal, sexual offences are severely punished and sexual encounters only are permitted inside class C or D buildings. Anyway, I recognize a, let's say, 'needed man' from miles and I have some exotic herb, if you're interested in 'plants', I have a turn on gardening in A zone and other in the 'Junkie Donkey' bar at D sector. So, go and seek me if you need some grams".

"Thanks for the offer! Maybe I'll look for you"

"Great! It's my pleasure when I'm of help" the worker grinned maliciously, James thought it was because of the monkey business.

"Anyway, what's your name?"

"Call me Steve, but when you look for me, ask for Beef Steve, there are more than one Steve working here"

After that encounter, Jimmy went to sign in to the hotel, a class B building, the receptionist gave him nice glares and fake smiles, plus a card for his access to his room, a plastic bracelet associated with an ID number and 2 sheets of rules and a map. He used to read that kind of thinks, so he learned many things about Pleasure Island.

<< Pleasure Island was made by our grand Lord Luca Cavallone, he had the vision of sharing a wonderful place to all people where the can show their most inner self, and noticing peoples are different from each other he divided the place in zones, so, people with same profiles can meet.>>

<<Families, lovers and single-handed people are welcome, inside this place everyone can get fun, as in family as alone and separated. There's only one general restriction, always respect the zones, any violation to this may result from penalty fee to incarceration, expulsion and ban of the island >>

<<There are 5 kinds of zones and buildings, divided as:

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A - Fun for all family, from children to elder, couples welcomed, warned single people, forbidden people hosted in D buildings...

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B - +18 Fun, welcome al people, no children allowed but with adult supervision, you broke it, you pay it... not smoke or adult drinks in front of children here.

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C - Love zone, reserved for adult fun, not extreme, buildings are for couples, all kinds welcome. Children forbidden, parents would be punished for any violation. Permitted any adult behavior inside rooms and business establishments

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D - Adult zone, everything permitted, don't do anything to damage others. Children totally forbidden >>

"It is good but, I think the guy who designed this was an uncorrectable moralist with lewd temptations!"

James checked the map and found out A zone was relatively the bigger of all. There weren't hotels or hostages out of their zone, A hotels in A zone, B Hotels in B zone, none out of place. Other thing he found out was that there are B and C business establishments in zone A; C and D business establishments in zone B and they were located in the borders of every zone and all the zones permitted were only the 35% of the island.

<< W - Where the magic begins, are zones where we are farming and rising a percent of our food, here our workers live and rest, in X buildings our maintenance is planned, forbidden any visitor. Guided visits only 2 times on Mondays, limited availability>>

X buildings were located one in every zone. The X-zone was the rest of the island, around 65%. He looked for the 'Junkie Donkey' bar and he found it located in a central part of the D zone. "wow! That will be fun, I'd have to go on the night".

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<<The B- hotels were of 2 kinds, shared rooms for travelers and rooms with their own bathroom. Inside the rooms of class B hotels were permitted alcohol and any cigarette but hard drugs only in D business establishments. What the info brochures didn't mention was that all rooms had smoke detectors that can sense if the smoke is for burn paper, tobacco or other kind of substances. There weren't alcohol probes but the receptionists and the people on charge of cleaning had to report when a client gets drunk more than 2 times. Sensors and reports were linked to the ID of every guest and stored in data bases for some strange reason>>

Jimmy kept clean and relaxed on the beach for all the rest of the day, he went to the beach of C zone because the B was too noisy. There he met with another guy, very talkative but nice. His name was Fred. Fred came to escape from a riot he caused in the company where he used to work. One day he got drunk and fought with a coworker. He never have tried smoking but he was open to the idea. While chatting, James thought: "oh, man! There are very open people. Anyway it is quiet interesting".

Fred said goodbye and James returned to his room, that night he slept like a child. He spent the next morning and afternoon walking on the sand, eating, enjoying the view of girls and boys in zone B, all around getting fun until a worried girl approached him.

"Excuse me sir, have you seen this guy" she showed him a photo in her phone "he's my boyfriend and disappeared two nights ago"

"No I haven't, sorry to hear it, is there anything I can do?"

"No, it is just... well, we had a discussion that day, he was an ass; after he got drunk with that cocktail he went too aggressive. He didn't meant to... It was my fault. I'm so sorry, I want to apologize"

"Maybe, he left the island"

"Yeah" a tear dropped from one of hers eyes "I should go and find him, I love him"

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "sure, go and find him" the girl left the beach and went to her room. "Oh! Teenage dramas. Talking about asses, let's prepare to see that D zone and check that 'Junkie Donkey' bar!"

It was 9 at night, and James met Fred again, Fred went just to take a breath of cool air.

"Look at us, a pair of wolfs at night"

"I'm on my way to the D zone, you know, somebody told me there is an interesting bar. Would you go with me?"

"Well, I don't know..."

"You told me you were curious about smoking, come on! The first 3 are on me!

"Eh, well... "

James grabbed friendly the neck of Fred, "come on!, let's go" Fred was led to the direction, practically Fred was being herded.

"hehe, ok. Let's go"

"Get lost you HAWW! HEEE HAWW! I mean, leave me al-AAAAW-ne, HEEEE HAAAAW!"

"That's it! Feel it, feel how you are being enslaved by your primal instincts. The more you ..."

"Enough... ENOUGH HAAAAW HEE HAAAAW"

"SEIZE HIM!"

Jimmy started the sprint, his hooves crushed and smashed the grass, he didn't advance many yards because suddenly two anthropomorphic donkeys jumped in front of him and two more jumped behind.

All the donkeys were wearing leather belts in their waist holding a rag that worked like a loincloth, harnesses, wristbands, collars and ankle-bands, all made of some material like leather and a D-ring, the same as their bridle.

The first pair of donkeys were dark red or reddish brown furred, they held bot arms of James and held him in a tight grip. The next ones were dark gray with a little of white fur in their bellies, them snatched from their belt a brown rope and tied the hands of James in the back of the poor former human, with the same cord the donkey wrapped the torso of Jimmy.

Jimmy panicked and kicked in despair but his efforts were futile, with his hands tied at his back, and many nodes around his chest he was held in place; then, Beef Steve, the evil chubby man in overall, pated the nose of James and tied another rope around the new donkey's head, as if he tried to fake a bridle.

"There you are, a new member of the slave herd"

Finally he took the third of the 4 ropes available and tied it to the bridle of one of the gray donkeys, then to the fake bridle of James, then to the one of the reddish one, after both untied donkeys flanked Jimmy and the end of the cord was pulled by the man. James offered resistance as a classic foolish donkey; however, the push of the donkey behind, the pulls of the one in front and the leader made James to rethink and follow. James was more resigned now.

Meanwhile a little part of James resisted to fade, that part was eager to think, to fight and to escape.

"Ok donkey boys! Tell the new one what donkeys believe"

The four donkeys said in chorus:

"An empty mind is a happy mind"

"Free will is pain"

"Obedience is joy"

"Slavery is good"

"No thoughts, follow the best"

"the best leads, the rest obey"

"the master commands, the beasts serve"

That words were repeated 20 times. James was shuddering while he tried to resist the obvious brainwashing. The red donkey next to him told: "it is ok herd fellow, surrender, obey, the best leads, you are part of the rest, the master commands, the beasts serve"

"Fred? Is it you? So, they changed you!"

"Fred? ... I... I..."

"It's been 2 days since I left you in the bar!"

Pleasure Island was strangely organized, when you wanted to pass from one zone to another, you had to cross the door of a fence, or you had to enter to a building of the same class of the zone, obviously it had 2 doors, they were in B and crossed to C by a door and a sensor asked them to scan their bracelets. They crossed the C zone and stopped in a D class coffee shop, there the things got strange for them.

In the coffee shop the watched many couples of all kinds, hetero, homo, into kinks, etc. They were discrete, just the usual flirting. Was it an introduction of what they thought they would find once they get into D zone?

Jimmy was afraid there would be very awful things on the 'streets' but, no. However he found few persons in inconvenient state. Some drunken, others drugged, two or three persons with glassy eyes, as if they were in a kind of trance. James located the 'Junkie Donkey' and they entered into the bar. The friends went straight to the counter and a familiar face greeted James behind the bar.

"Wo ho ho! I thought I won't see you again"

"I had to try what you have there! And I brought someone, this is Fred"

Beef Steve extended his hand and he shook hands with Fred and James.

"Ok, welcome to the Junkie Donkey, what will you have? Maybe I'll give you a couple of grams..."

"Oh no! First, I want to spend a little of time with my friend ... I'll have a beer. Do you have some snacks? Or something to munch?"

Steve wasn't so happy, he gave them a bowl full of chips and Cheetos, "and what will I serve you?" Fred was very eager to drink something, he salivated and rubbed his hands.

"Give me a Rail Bourbon with a Pickle back. Make that... two."

Steve grinned evilly "ha ha, you have a nice taste, like the one of a certain killer dog!"

Fred talked more with Jimmy, all around there were smoke and sounds. Fred asked for 2 tequila shoots and the bartender gave him that, plus a glass of green liquid, a lemon slice decorating it and what seems like canola dust on a layer of foam.

"Here you go, the green stuff is a recipe exclusive of Pleasure Island. The first one is on the house!"

Fred drank both tequilas as if they were water "I hope it tastes good, and hits me, my liver is very strong" he sipped the gals and felt a strong sensation on his tong. The beverage hit on the spot!

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Whoa! Refreshing, how you call it?"

"Donkey Punch"

Fred felt his head light. "This is strong, maybe you'd rename it 'kickin' Donkey', because it feels like a kick".

The smoke dissipated and both friend went to play pool for an hour or two. While they were playing, James drank only 2 more beers, a shoot of tequila and one cocktail, but Fred drank 2 more Kickin' Donkeys. When the moment came, James was a little drunk and Fred was in the same state. James asked Steve for a quarter of his special plant and he taught Fred to smoke. They got a table and let the joints to consume. Some low changes were happening in Fred; however they were unnoticed by both friends. Steve saw the pair leave with a malleolus grin.

Fred needed one more glass of beverage. So when they were about to leave the zone...

"It can't be, I left my wallet"

"Let's go back"

"No, no worry, I'm ok and I don't want to abuse of you"

"Pardon?"

"Oh, no. I mean..."

"Don't worry, I understand, are you sure you'll be ok"

"Yeah"

"If you want, I'll wait here"

"No, don't worry, I'll be OK"

"Ok then, get luck!"

Fred said good bye and returned to the bar, he went to Beef Steve and asked for 2 more Kickin' Donkeys. Fred didn't realized his back had a sprout of brown or dark red fur, and the base of his back was growing a tail.

James tried to attract the attention of the inattentive anthro donkey. The reddish brown donkey looked James and back to the front.

"It's me! James! We must get out of this madness, we won't have to finish as freak slaves of a mad scientist"

The group crossed a gate that divided the D zone of the X zone, Beef Steve stopped the herd and approached to Fred, while he did that, he was transforming too. His already strong arms swelled, his stance changed, his chest looked stronger, his nose enlarged and all his body were covered by fur, his ears enlarged and he grew out from his head a polished pair of horns... this went more crazy! Beef Steve is literally a Beef! Well, a bull man.

His shoes were very resistant, he got rid of them, tied them and used his shoulder to hang them while he approached to the Fred, who seemed as he was about to react.

"Easy boy, easy. Listen to me. Remember. You have no name, only the best slaves deserve to have a name."

"Eh? Oh... yeah, I have no name, only the best slaves deserve to have a name"

Bull man Steve caressed the nose of donkey Fred, the former human trembled on his hooves. "Mindless donkeys, like you, have KICs, Key Identification Codes. Slave, what's your KIC?

"BS-18, sir." The eyes of Fred became unfocused again.

"That's right, now, bray for me! Bray for your boss!"

Fred, or BS-18, just brayed, the other donkeys brayed too, and James felt the compulsory need of joining but he refrained himself. Beef Steve gave former Fred an herb to eat and he ate it docilely.

"Moo! Let's go to the barn!"

James tried to stop the herd, he tried to kick with no result, he tried to talk again with Fred, but the only responses of the former Fred only were:

"I have no name, only the best slaves deserve to have a name"

"My KIC is BS-18"

"An empty mind is a happy mind"

"Free will is pain"

"Obedience is joy"

"Slavery is good"

James gave up and reminded what have happened since the moment he left Fred. James remembered he went to his dorm to sleep, then he woke up at noon. He "horsed around" on the beach and in the pool. At lunch time, he asked for a salad instead of meat but in that moment he didn't cared. Of course he was changing little by little! At the sunset he went to look for Fred but, in the hotel he was being hosted, they said Fred left the room, James found that strange but the receptionist gave him a homemade candy. She said the candy were made by the aborigines and once he introduced it into his mouth he was OK with the explanation and moments later he didn't cared Fred.

James remembered the night before that mess, he dreamed about an anthropomorphic brown horse giving him the choice of getting out of the island, join him to the island staff because he have a good control over himself or keep the line with his actions, The horse was strong, well built, he wore a strange mix of a tuxedo and tropical cloths, his pants were Bermuda made from a dress pants, he had a coat without sleeves, a tight shirt and bowtie. The horse had a powerful presence, so confident. James didn't remember what he answered to the horse.

James brought back this morning, he lost his weed, actually he didn't remembered if he finished it or it was stolen; however, he still had herb of Beef Steve. Jimmy called Lou to tell him he was getting a good time and gave him some tips of for the next 2 weeks of sports. Lou had the feeling that Jimmy was saying goodbye. After the call, despite of having grams, Jimmy went to buy more. He didn't care if we would be warned by entering in the A zone, he needed drugs!

The donkey herd entered to a stable, the bull lashed the improvised bit-less bridle of James in a pole. The former gambler was lost in his mind remembering the last 2 hours, how the clock marked 9 at night, how he made a joint of donkey herb and smoked it. Jimmy remembered how tasteful and relaxing it was, he recalled the puffs he gave.

That herb was far more better than marihuana, yeah! 'Far more better', that joints made him forget proper grammar. James, lost in his memories, reminded how the smoke alarm of his room sounded but instead of a noise, only came a relaxing buzz, then into his room entered Beef Steve, his receptionist, or should she be a manager?

Steve told the dazed donkey-James he was now a donkey, the former slob nodded while his mind was replaying the scenes of the persecution across the island. The Bull man told to the former gambler he had no name while inside the mind of the new donkey was the moment he was caught by his herd fellows, his slave fellows. Bull boss asked the new donkey to bray and the donkey brayed. The bull shut down the lights inside the barn and the new gray donkey slept standing.

James woke up tired, he wanted to go to pee so badly. He heard the sounds of workers all around him. The new donkey man turned his gaze to see, many donkey men were working effortless, ones carrying hay from one place to another, others carrying shovels, others taking plows outside. James screamed trying to draw attention, it was as if nobody wanted to listen to him"

"Rise and shine slave!"

"Get me out of here! Dumb cow"

"Watch out your tongue slave! Or you will be punished! In this herd, bad slaves are hated, good slaves are liked. If they see you punished, they will trait you as a rebel" a random sand colored fur donkey walked near both and Steve grabbed him by the harness. "BS-12, tell the new one what do you think about bad slaves"

"I think as master tells me. Bad slaves could bring free will. Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good. I must keep out from bad slaves, herd must help to break bad slaves"

The bull took James by the Mohawk "and, does this one seem like a bad slave?"

"Yes, sir. Bad slaves must be broken. Only broken slaves can join the herd. If master or bosses command it, the herd will help to break bad slaves"

"That's right, now resume your chores" the donkey bowed and left the pair.

"Both of you are crazy! I won't submit to your stuffs!"

"You will, in no time, your friend was so weak, it took me only 2 hours and 1 with the herd" Beef Steve chuckled "so, you want to pee? You're a dumb beast! And beasts must be trained to obey, so this is the deal, repeat 15 times 'Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good' and I will take you to the urinal, if you pee here, you'll be whipped"

Half an hour later, James stood leashed to a pole in front of the barn, his hand hooves tied with his improvised bit-less bridle, his hips and back ached. He felt ashamed because he hadn't have any 'accident' since kinder-garden. His fur smelled like pee. He was very thirsty and hungry. No donkey man went to help him, even he saw some of the slaves looking him in disapproval, that feeling made him feel even more embarrassed. James never had cared any other people's opinions ... until now? James needed to belong somewhere, and that donkeys were like him, if he just submit... quickly he shacked his head, and brayed.

His stomach growled; in that moment, he had 12 hours without meal. James smelled the hay and salivated, he called the donkeys and nobody paid attention to him, again. "There must be a way out, but I can't concentrate... oh I'm hungry, I need sweet and fresh grass HEEE ..." he retained the breath, why was he braying? Beef Steve wasn't near and he wondered what will come next.

A pair of anthropomorphic dogs ran and barked all across the barn, one was a male, his appearance resembled like a black border collie with an impressive chest and strong paws, other was a female, a German shepherd, her hips and legs looked impressive and her face looked really pretty. Both shouted commands to all the workers of the barn.

"Let's go! Dumb beasts! Lunch time!" the male said.

"Be grateful to our master, animals!" the female said.

There were many donkeys, maybe the 75% of the slaves James saw, all looked very mindless. Then came some bull men, no one cow were seen. After, horse men trotted and neighed, some of them with their hands in front of them like actual horses doing the trick of standing in 2 hooves. And finally other dogs, Jimmy counted 9 more. 3 females and 6 males, all from many races of shepherd dogs. Are they shepherding the slaves? The idea crossed his mind until the female shepherd came to meet James.

"I have the feeling you'll be worth for our great master Luca Cavallone. When you signed into my hotel I saw that clever sight of yours" she toyed with the face of donkey James and rubbed his nose. "I want you to be a loyal dog just like me, but..." her face switched from a happy one to a neutral expression "the master will decide. The will of master is all".

"Are you the receptionist of the hotel I'm hosted? But, how? So, I can convert into human again?"

The shepherd dog girl laughed, "oh sweety! Nobody can transforms back in human, unless the master wants it" again her face turned neutral, "Master Luca Cavallone is our owner and savior, his power can change us into what he wants. We belong to him for our own good, free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good"

That motto again, James rolled his eyes but he felt intrigued by the attention of the dog girl. "So, say the words that will free you from a miserable live full of corruption, addiction and chaos, embrace the need of being useful" while she rubbed the nose of James he felt bliss, "when you control your life you're a mess, a waste of oxygen, when you let others control you, you are useful". The dog girl whispered into the ear of the former human, "submit, say: free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good".

"No, I won't submit"

"You're not so clever. What a shame, we don't want you dead, so a donkey will come to give you some special water, you won't have a meal until Beef Steve comes in between shifts and punish you" She barked and James frightened, she did bit his arms but she didn't hurt them. Jenna went to a place behind the barn, maybe there is a dining room for the workers. "Watch your steps, you could end as a mindless donkey, moron!"

Two hours passed, James felt very hungry and a donkey came, he had the typical dark gray fur; his straps were made of leather and tag handed on his collar, BS-08 it said. He was carrying a bowl of green water that smelled like grass, the donkey James salivated and the only thing he was thinking was to feed himself. BS-08 donkey only approached the bowl with just a quarter of gallon of grass water, Donkey James drank the water and thanked the donkey, the only answer he received was: "Free will is pain. Obedience is Joy. Slavery is good"

At the sunset, Beef Steve untied James and pulled him by the leash, both walked, Steve grined as watched how the new donkey looked, so exhausted, a little broken, the rounded the barn for many times, James wasn't counting, he wasn't paying attention, he only thought he wanted to eat.

"Master Luca thinks you're smart, you will submit and be useful in getting more animals. Jenna wants you as a shepherd dog, but I know you will be just another mindless donkey, or maybe a grunt bull with little intelligence. Bounded to our master's biding, of course" Steve said as they continued walking around the building. "Master Cavallone is intelligent, he admits errors and listens to his thralls. Master is a great herd leader!"

Beef Steve snatched from a random place a bunch of hay, enough to satisfice the hungry of the donkey, that bull-man loves the speeches "All and every one trapped in this island were a waste of oxygen, vile, addicted to sex, junkies, violent bastards. People incapable of control their lives. Free will for us was a pain. Slavery for us is good. I know once you eat you'll gain some intelligence again but anyway, your subconscious got the message, the only way is to accept your fate, slave"

Primal donkey brain of James barely registered the words but that didn't matter because the animal was being guided by a leader and if he was about to feed the donkey, the beast within he would obey the bull.

"Say it and you'll be fed. Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

"Yes sir, Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

"Again"

"Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

"Again"

"Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

"Again"

"Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

"Good! Now bray for me after you finish"

The night fell and the donkey was eating on the hand of the bull. Brays later James snapped his mind inside a stall into the barn, there he met a donkey not dressed in the slave garments. That donkey was naked and 'free'. The other ass sat in the bed of one of the bunks inside the stall. However he looked more asleep.

"Hello, are you ok?"

"yes! More than ever"

"How long have you been here?

"I don't know, I guess I have 10 days, I stopped to count the sunsets" the donkey grinned pleasantly.

"The name's James" he extended his hoof hand

"Hehe, you silly, we slaves have no names, unless Master Cavallone thinks a slave could use one, or two"

"Oh great! They have brainwashed you too"

"You don't understand slave fellow" the donkey stood and face James. "Master Luca Cavallone visits his slaves before slaves take the form the suits in that moment, then, he talk to us and judge us, if we are of better use than mindless donkeys..." his face morphed, becoming more of a horse, his ears shortened, his muscles grew a little more and he became taller. His fur shortened and got a dark brown color. On his forehead appeared a white spot. "Free will is pain, obedience is joy. Slavery is good."

James was getting used to that words. And was amazed of the sudden change of the former donkey, strong but not bulk, quiet athletic, ready for a 100 meters race.

"Master Cavallone gave me the body of a racer. This means I'm one of his colts. I must run for Master Cavallone, I must make him proud!"

A known voce came from outside of the stall, "Jenna! Sir Pickles! Come over here! We have a new racer!" Beef Steve entered into the big stall. The german shepherd girl and the border collie boy came to see the new horse and sniffed the intoxicating odor that was expelling the thoroughbred horse. As the bull as the pair of dogs had the need to submit to the horse.

The stallion approached to James, who was struggling against his primal brain and took the rein, put it on the floor while the donkey was forced to kneel and he step the leash with his right hoof. "you'll learn your place here, donkey. Beef Steve, he is yours to break"

The bull bowed "yes, mister"

Sir Pickles and Jenna guided the new horse to where would be his new quarters. Something bugged the donkey because despite the arrogant horse left his body refused to stand until the bull man took the rein and pulled the donkey to stand.

"I'll explain this, Master Luca have two kinds of horses. The grunts and the Racers. The first ones are mindless and help donkeys to work, the racers are the sons of the master. Their duties are to race and to remind us our status. If one racer crosses the line and become very despotic or behaves bad, he will be converted into a grunt. Master organizes racehorses for us his slaves and for some other magical creatures that come to visit him. Grunt horses and some donkeys serve us in that event. We bet hours of work and treats master gives to best slaves. The question is, will you go there to serving or to having fun"

Steve undid the bridle and the restraints of James. "I really like you and half of me wish you'll become anything better than a mindless donkey. I hope you make a good servant. Master Luca gave me a sample of his special herb, you know it already. So, say the motto for 15 times and I'll give it to you. No tricks I swear. What's your answer?"

Jimmy stared at the herb, his mind wishing to smoke quickly that shit, turn it into lots of joint to consume, verting it into a pipe and blow away the worries. The bull smiled.

"ya kno'? Eat it and the effect will be 6 times bigger! Or simply do as you have been doing. Reject the master! Even I'm open to negotiate a way you won't be punished."

James wanted to rebel, he wanted to run away and be chased again, but the herb. He needed it. He needed to relax, he needed to fly. He needed to obey. James got his gaze stuck to the hoof like hand of Steve, he salivated. The bull moved the hand at one side to another. "Oh boy! Jenna will be very disappointed, and I own Sir Pickles 6 treats".

James ate the herb from the hoof hand of Beef Steve, he chew docilely and submissively the more he swallowed the more he lost the track of time. Soon the donkey started to forget his name, his friends, his address, the way he analyzed bets, his friend Lou. The donkey became mindless, he only thought about chew and obey, he repeated the oat he was given, half of Steve lamented the faith of the donkey, but the other part of him enjoyed when new slaves submitted to him and to his master.

"So he didn't past the test, what a shame!"

Steve turned and put one knee on the floor, "greetings master! I'm afraid he gave up to his desires"

The magnificent horse that had appeared in the dreams of the new donkey hold in his hands a set of leather straps and bridle, Luca and Steve dressed the donkey for his new role in life as a mindless hard worker slave.

"Did you see my latest son? Steve"

"Yes! I did, he looks, magnificent. I will be honored to serve him. What will be his name?"

"He'll be called Buckpasser, after we finish with this one, I'll visit him to give him a name, meanwhile attention donkey!"

The donkey stood ramrod with his hands at his sides, his face at front, his stare lost in space, his eyes glassed over.

"You are a dumb donkey at the charge of Beef Steve, you'll do as he and the dogs tells you to do, your ID is BS-19, now who am I?

"You are Master Luca Cavallone, you are my owner and savior, your power can change me into what you want. I belong to you for my own good. Free will is pain. Obedience is joy. Slavery is good"

Luca gave the donkey the bridle. "Take it, go and find a bed, you will follow the herd, you will work for me, put this on when you start to work"

"I listen and obey... HEEEE HAWWWW HEEEE HAAAAWW"

---------------------------------Epilogue-------------------------------------

Deep in the coast contrary to the pleasure island resort and spa, there was a hippodrome, inside the modest building was occurring an event consisted in 4 races of 6 horses each one, the last one was reserved with the best horses of the other three. In the grades where all kind of workers, the most of them were anthro bulls, dogs and donkeys. From time to time were seen a bear, a boar, a leopard and some river otters. Mindless donkeys in blue overalls carried trays full with French Fries, plastic cups full of flavored water, and popcorns.

All the snacks were free, all workers shared good moments while the sons of their master entertained them. A fair trade for the possibility to be free, work hard, behave well and obey their great master.

Above the grades, there was a balcony as big as a little hall, inside Luca Cavallone talked and shared experiences many creatures came from many universes. In the room, a group was highlighted. A black rubber dragon with a violet glowing from him and from his eyes. A red fox with nine tails instead of a single one, he carried a hypnotic stare and a fancy attire. An artic wolf with a tuxedo, at first sight he looked very mortal but there was something glowing from his body. The most humble of the guests was a kangaroo in red shirt, blue jeans, a backpack and a zombified marten in gray overall as a servant.

"The bets for the first race are about to close in less than 15 minutes" a speaker sounded.

There were many bets but the most of the creatures were more interested in chatting. The kangaroo had a feeling about the 4th horse, his name was Buckpasser. The kangaroo approached to the dealers, he was attended by a donkey dressed in with white shirt, and red bowtie, a tag in his left peck there was a tag that said "JS-06".

"Ok donkey! $15 coins to number 4, first in arriving"

The donkey looked zonked out, a glassy stare and a neutral face "As you wish... master"

Rudolph Smith from earth KU-06 loved so badly when a person called him "master" in that compliant and submissive way. He received the ticket and stood near the group of special creatures.

"Well, what it appears to work for me is their lust and submissiveness, changing their minds and make them do my bidding. While I take their inner desires, they are more comfortable with their own nature" the rubber black dragon said while exposed his chest, lights reflecting on his rubber scales. "It's a gain-gain treaty, I get an intelligent and loyal servant or a drone and they feel better with themselves"

"That's a very good one! But I want them mindless, growing muscles with no restrictions. I like them as stronger as dumber, so I can manipulate them. I enjoy when they increase the body but they decrease the upstairs" the mystical fox taped his skull with his fine hand-paw.

"Manipulation before control! I like that. Well done both of you; however I have a business to run, and I have no time to play, especially with pesky debtors who come to my place without money. Or spies and snoopers. So they think they will play, loose and get away?" the artic wolf sipped a cup of sake. "I always go straight to their brain, sometimes I admit I'm a bit cruel but many people like that very much" the wolf chuckled.

Luca Cavallone draw near the group and greeted them, "I hope you enjoy your stay, If there's something what I can do to make you feel more comfortable..." all the other creatures said "oh nothing thanks!"

"We were sharing experiences with the Mind control" said the Fox.

"Ah! Quiet great topic. When my creator created me he thought the control could be used to give moral lessons, I'm not as agree as he wish but it was a good show" The horse snapped his fingers and a donkey well dressed with a tray offered more drinks, the donkey had in his left pec a label with the letters 'BS-19'.

The kangaroo felt like he wasn't in his place but he liked the meeting of that beast of control. Likesome sort ofconvention of evil doers! A Honey badger with a mindless hippopotamus in poor clothes looked with much interest to the kangaroo. "Maybe that guy is looking for troubles, or what you think? Marten?" the marten only answered that he thinks as master thinks.

The kangaroo convinced himself that hairless Roody in that universe doesn't exist or was enslaved by the horse... he sighed and watched the race. Sharing experiences with the assistants could give him many ideas.