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"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and
sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of
the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE." - Rod Serling
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Pleasure Island - A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
For two boys fantasy takes on a whole new meaning when they discuss being on a
deserted island with a beautiful 'willing' girl. When Logan stumbles upon an
ancient Indian artifact, their fantasy suddenly becomes reality...only not the
way that either expected. Especially when it happens inside...THE TWILIGHT
ZONE.
******
I sat on the bank of the river and flipped my cigarette butt out into the
water, "I wish you would give up those damn things," Logan chided.
I shrugged. "Been smoking them too long, I guess," I blew out, causing a great
plume of smoke to rise above my head.
Logan and I have been here for most of the day, hiding under the bridge while
trying to escape the rigors of school. He leaned back, took a drink from his
soda can, and said, "Ash, I got one for you."
I grinned and lit another cigarette, cupping my hand over the end to protect
the match from the breeze. I folded my arms and leaned against the cement
wall, trying to look really cool, well...as cool as a 17-year old could look.
From time to time Logan and I would play a game where one of us would suggest
a fantasy and then take turns building on it.
"Okay, shoot!" I laughed, flicking an ash from the end of my Marlboro.
"You're on an island, alone with only one female. Who would she be?" Logan
picked up a stone and tried to skip it across the quietly moving river.
"Is she real, fantasy, or movie star?" I asked.
"Whatever you want," he answered.
I took a draw on the white stick between my fingers, "I'd guess I'd have Emily
Hanson there with me."
"Yeah, she'd be good... if you don't mind her foul mouth," Logan reminded me.
"True. What about Brandi Monarch?" I bounced my eyebrows at him.
"Good choice. Too bad she's saving herself for 'Mr. Right'," Logan laughed.
"What's to say I wouldn't be Mr. Right?" I kidded.
"I heard she isn't putting out for anyone until she's married," Logan sighed
in a sad way.
"Hey, this is our fantasy, isn't it?" I laughed, "Make her want you."
"I suppose so; that would be good." He pushed his lower lip out and nodded.
"Of course, she probably wouldn't like it." I laughed at the face he made. "If
my memory serves me, she doesn't like you at all, does she?"
He laughed, "That's the fun of it, I'd wish that any time I felt in the mood,
that little honey couldn't help herself." He laughed and kicked at a stone
causing it to roll down the bank. "I'd love it if every time I got aroused,
she wouldn't be able to control herself and she would want it every time."
"While you're at it, why don't you just remove every shred of clothing you're
both wearing? At least that way, she would have nothing to hide from you," I
teased sarcastically.
"Sure. That'd be great to see her all the time in the nude." He snapped a
stick and flipped it into the water and watched it being carried away by the
current. "The really gross thing would be when she has her period - that
wouldn't be pretty to look at."
I laughed, "I'd just make it so that she never had one...it's our fantasy
after all, isn't it? She could still become pregnant without having periods on
our island, but the best thing would be is that by pleasing you - she'd
actually be pleasing herself. To both of us, everything that happened on our
island would be perfectly normal and safe, nothing harmful that would require
a doctor. Every whim or erotic thought you could possibly have, she would
automatically do...and accept it as if it were common."
He raised his eyebrow at me, "Every whim or erotic thought? There's got to be
something in it for her, buddy. I know girls and if they aren't happy...you
aren't happy! No wish could change that little fact. I'd suggest, whatever a
regular everyday girl would feel, she'd feel three times more...and while
we're at it, we would feel three times as much too?"
"You sure?" I asked scratching my chin, "If all of this were to actually
happen, then she'd probably be hopelessly in love with you normally...then if
it were as we said on our island, it would be multiplied three times as much!"
"So...your point is?" He laughed. "You wouldn't want this girl falling all
over you? She'd probably do just about anything for the guy she loved!"
"And the guy...you or I, would be in love too - three times as much!" I waited
to see if my comment registered with him, "Dude, if something would happen to
her, it'd crush you. Believe me, it isn't fun when you lose a girl...you of
all people should know. Imagine that feeling...times three."
He shrugged, "Yeah, but who cares if you're that much in love...you'd never
fall out of love because there wouldn't be any competition! So, I'd keep the
'times three' wish anyway."
I shook my head and laughed, "Whatever floats your boat."
He shrugged his shoulders, "It's our island like you said, isn't it, Ash. It'd
be sort of like that old 'Fantasy Island' TV show...only for us it'd be more
like, 'Pleasure Island'!"
"Now that's the ticket! But how long would you want to be stuck, if you had
her on the island with you?" I asked.
He thought about it, then gave me a wry grin, "About six years. But neither of
us would change...well, other than her having my kids."
"Six years? That's long enough to have a whole bunch of kids," I laughed. "I
never took you as a family guy."
"Sure, I love being around kids. But hey, isn't that the plan? She'll be
hopelessly in love with me, that way I can keep her with me when we return to
civilization."
"How would you first get her interested, especially since she won't put out
until she's married?" I took another drag from my cigarette and tossed it into
the river.
"Easy - we would already be married by the time we arrived on the island." He
chuckled, "I'd even want it so that we each had rings to prove it. It'd be
sort of...our honeymoon!"
"And she'd still be hot to trot for you long after we got back to
civilization?" I teased him. "Logan, I've seen you in the buff...you're
nothing to write home to momma about."
"She wouldn't care...we'd be in love." He laughed and batted his eyes while
striking a pose.
"You're such a dork." I laughed and shook my head.
He glanced at his watch and stood up, "Hey, we'd better be heading for home;
school's been out for half an hour."
"I guess, if we have to." I grumbled as we started to follow the path toward
our homes. He had been beside me and suddenly stopped. I glanced back over my
shoulder...he was studying something in his hand.
"Look at this, Ashley." He held up a small object between his thumb and index
finger. "What do you suppose this is?"
"No clue," I said, as I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the strange stone.
It was small and looked like it could have been ancient; it was carved and had
a figure seated Indian style. "That's pretty cool; I wonder if it was made by
the Indians around here?"
He dug the mud from its tiny grooves, and washed it off. "Where did you find
it?" I asked, glancing all around the ground for others like it.
"It was just laying beside the path. I thought it was a rock. All that was
sticking up was the head." He rolled it over and over in his hands. "Hey,
wouldn't that be cool if it was worth a million dollars?"
I laughed, "Put that trinket together with a penny...it'd probably still be
worth a penny. Or, if you were actually lucky, maybe it is magic and could
fulfill your every wish." I wiggled my fingers and made a face.
"That'd be cool." He smiled, "I'd wish for us to be trapped on Pleasure Island
exactly like we talked about, all naked and everything."
Suddenly he had a strange look come over his face! I watched the little stone
image fall right through his hand as if he were a ghost! "What's happening to
you?" I asked, not really believing what I was seeing.
"Me? It's happening to both of us! Everything seems to be changing around us!"
He looked down at the path we stood on and high grassy banks as they were
slowly transformed into a sandy beach and swaying palms. I spun toward the
water and watched the slowly rolling stream change into a gently lapping ocean
with waves caressing the shoreline. "It's an island, Ash! We've been
transported to an island!"
I bent down and pushed my fingers into the sand; it was hot and quite real! As
I slowly brought my hand out of the sand, it fell off to the sides like a
entle rain, my eye caught the reflection of a glint of something reflecting
among all the tiny particles of the white sand. The more I let the tiny grains
fall away the more my astonished eyes locked on the little bands of gold
surrounding my third finger. "A ring, Logan, I'm wearing a ring!"
I stood up and felt an unfamiliar shift on my chest, looking down upon a
lovely young pair of pert breasts! "Ash, the game we played...shit...it's you!
You've become Brandi!"
It was as though a veil had been lifted from my eyes as I saw through my
nakedness..."Oh...God NO! I...I can't be a girl!" I stammered as my vision
began to blur and twist within my mind. I began feeling dizzy, and fell back
into the sand.
******
I felt my eyes flutter open, the long dark feminine eyelashes created a faint
haze over each eye. Logan was there kneeling in the sand next to me, "You
okay, Ashley?" he asked.
"What happened?" I wondered aloud, feeling uncomfortable with the new sound of
my voice. "Oh shit...that's right, I'm a girl."
"I was beginning to worry Ashley, you passed out a couple of hours ago." He
gently took my hand and began to caress it with his thumb.
My eyes were drawn to what he was doing and slowly pulled it away. "Why you
calling me Ashley? You always call me...uh..." A wave of dread washed through
me as I could no longer remember my own nickname.
"I know you had a nickname before we got here...but I can't remember for the
life of me what it was. And if I try, the only one that keeps coming to my
mind is, Ashley."
"It's Ash! You used to call me Ash!" I finally recalled, but somehow in this
body, that nickname just felt strange.
"Yeah...it's Ash...but when I say it, I can only think of it as a feminine
name. I know I should be seeing a boy's face when I say Ashley...but all I'm
seeing is the girl that you've become."
It was true, even when I thought of the name, Ashley, I could no longer wrap
my mind around it belonging to a male. Somehow my mind has shifted and I can
only think of it in the feminine. "Your wish...somehow has done something to
my mind. I'm having trouble thinking like a...like a guy."
"This can't be happening." I groaned, resting my head on my knees, hair
cascading over my smooth and feminine thighs.
"I could just cry," I said in my feminine, soft lilting voice. I sat up and
looked back down at my unfettered breasts, "You had to go and wish both of us
here...and naked to boot! God...I was hoping it was just a dream!" I said
furiously.
"Not hardly," he sighed as he watched my long hair fall off my shoulder and
hang against my round, young bosom. "You look just like Brandi! I just can't
believe it's you inside that incredible body!"
"Stop looking then!" I scowled, but then his penis caught my eye. His fantasy
had been for both he and Brandi to be entirely unclothed, and we were! As I
tried to draw my eyes away, his penis began to twitch. Knowing what we said
while we sat on the river's edge, I felt a deep dread rise into my chest! I
pulled my thoughts together and saw that he was still looking down at my body,
uncovered from his hungry gaze! "Logan! Please stop looking at me like you
are! It's not right!" The feeling of dread was slowly changing into one of a
strange need or..."Oh god...it's desire," I found myself whispering.
"Quick Logan, think of something else!" I shouted, trying to prevent the
inevitable from happening.
"I'm not sure I can, Ash, it's making me horny as hell, seeing a naked girl
right there in front of me!" He touched my shoulder, feeling the soft skin he
let his hand caress downward to my elbow. He didn't even seem to be fighting
the wish at all as his penis became increasingly harder with each passing
second!
In shock, I stared at his hand. "Logan, you've got a ring too!" He pulled his
hand away momentarily and looked at the ring's reflection. "Damn...does that
mean we're married like you said in our fantasy?" I tried to look away as he
continued to slowly stiffen, but my eyes were having trouble removing their
wish-laden gaze.
His hand slowly lowered to mine, where it was resting on my deeply tanned and
silky smooth leg. He gently clutched my own hand, raising them up to his lips.
His kiss was tender and erotic. One at a time his lips paused upon a finger,
until the last one kissed the diamond that perched upon a slender gold band.
Further he continued his arousal as his penis was almost at full erect
hardness!
I tried to pull away from his tender grasp but I could see that the stone's
spell was already well upon us. "Logan, fight it!" I whispered as his hand
gently glided along my side to rest on my smooth hip. Little flashes of hot
energy burned into my increasingly feminine mind.
Logan leaned forward, his kisses fell to my lips. Tingling permeated
throughout my body as I hesitated, his dancing tip rose its way up the side of
my thigh. I wanted to run, to put as much distance between us as
possible...but I couldn't fight him and the magic of the stone!
Slowly his kissing began to steal my breath, their tenderness forcing me into
the sand. "Oh...Logan." I sighed as he rolled me onto my back, and took
position above me. No longer could I view him as just another man, he was...is
my husband, Logan.
"Ashley, I'm sorry, but...I can't help myself! I can't stop. I...I don't want
to stop!" His head lowered to my exposed nipple and he began to tenderly
suckle it. The slight touch of his tongue began driving me half out of my mind
with lust!
In my ears, the sound of my given name was the same, yet in my mind it became
feminine in nature as if it were always that belonging to a girl. My mind was
different now, I couldn't place it but somewhere deep inside, I began to only
think of myself as a woman. What was happening to me? I was losing control...
I could feel my thighs slowly spreading aside, wanting to grant Logan access!
I wanted him inside of me, impaling me with his wonderful, male hardness and
completing the desire that was now coursing through my veins!
Thanks to the stone, I knew I was well onto my first step of becoming his
wife! His dangerous tip danced near my deliriously aroused opening, pushing me
further and further into the sand as we laid along the river bank. We assumed
the roles neither of us ever thought would really happen, and I in a role I
never in a million years would never have wished upon myself!
His wonderful thickness slowly glided into my wet, feminine flower. I felt my
lips kissing then nibbling on his ear as he gently began his rhythm guiding me
along as the woman of our fantasy. I felt my heels slowly draw up behind him
and lock around his muscular waist, pulling him in deeper with each lustful
thrust.
Logan said nothing, only the surf and breezes through the trees was the sound
I heard. I could hear the lustful panting as each breath was forced out as he
thrust into me. I could feel words trying to form in my mouth, words hopefully
pleading for him to stop. I felt my mouth opening, slowly they bubbled to the
surface until I cold no longer hold them back.
"Make me a mother...I want our child!" I breathed into his ear, my tongue's
tip ever so erotically touching its interior. Somehow, I knew that this would
push him over the edge...yet, still I wanted it to happen! I couldn't help
myself!
Again and again we continued our passionate ministrations, until with one
great cry I felt a great warmth envelope my womb, my legs quivering from spent
energy! I felt my slim fingers running into his wavy brown hair, as his body
shook. He hesitated momentarily, then shuddered. With the force of our
passion, his seed began to pump and course deep into me!
I opened my mouth to cry, but nothing came forth...only a satisfied sigh that
mimicked the rolling surf just beyond our still coupled bodies. Logan looked
down to me, "God, I'm sorry for that, Ash!"
"You're sorry?" I squirmed my way out from under him. "You weren't just made
love to by your best friend!" Gathering myself up and smiling at him, I
brushed the sand from my soft, rounded bottom. "Like it or not, what we just
did here was what anyone would expect a man and wife would do! On top of that,
thanks to your wording of that wish, I'm probably pregnant!" I couldn't
believe my lack of anger; it was as though I wanted it to happen! "Just don't
you disappear when I need your help caring for our child!" I folded my arms
under my breasts and stood with my hip slightly to the side, "It takes two to
make a baby and that means, me and you. Don't run away when I come asking for
help!" I repeated myself just so he would get the point.
I watched him with a smile on my face, not able to place my anger at him in
any other way. It seemed I was only concerned about his help with our possible
offspring and not the fact that he just made love to a former male friend!
What was wrong with me? Why am I smiling at him...when I should be furious!
As he still sat on the beach, he began to 'soften'. While his body's arousal
waned, I walked down to where the surf was rolling in and waded out several
feet. Turning, I allowed the waves to wash the sand from my back. The cool
water splashed onto my shoulders and rolled down over my breasts, causing my
nipples to stiffen.
As I looked up, Logan was entering the water. It was strange to see my friend
in a different light, one that placed me in the category of conquest and him
my conqueror. I glanced down past my straining nipples, to where my thighs
just entered the water. My thighs were now probably smaller than the calves of
a strong man.
When my gaze returned to Logan, our eyes held fast for almost a full minute.
In his expression lurked desire, his body dappled by the surf's splashing. A
slight tingle washed through me as I noticed he began to stiffen once again.
God, I wanted him bad...as bad as he wanted me!
He began to approach me, each step carrying my desire even higher. I waited
patently, my eyes drinking in his wonderful body. In seconds he stood directly
against me, the tips of my aroused, wet nipples caressing his own chest.
Gently, I placed my hands upon his neck. Behind us the surf continued its
song, backed by the seagulls that dotted the beach...our beach.
Logan began to walk me backward, into deeper water. In one motion, he
patiently took me in his arms and raised me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
Slowly he lowered me until I could guide him once again into me.
"I love you..." I whispered softly into his ear. "I always will..."
Gently he began to touch me in ways that I could have only dreamed, ways that
until this very day could have only happened in my imagination! I was the
feminine Ashley now, and I was his wife too, I knew it would be that way until
I died.
We had the magic of the stone to protect us, feed us...we would be all right.
Most likely, someday when we would be rescued in six or so years...I knew that
we would have young ones in tow.
I closed my eyes as Logan continued to pleasure me, lifting my head and facing
the heavens as my orgasm took over my mind again and again. Still Logan
continued stroking into me, my breathing evaporating into a ragged, sultry
softness. Only my mind could form coherent thoughts. Yet in those thoughts
they reflected the female I had become.
What would it be like to have a child growing in my womb? Would it too bring
pleasure of a different sort? What would it be like to have our baby suckle
from my milk-engorged breasts? Pregnancy was bound to happen, sooner rather
than later. What then will I do when I became pregnant? Would I know what to
do, and how to care for both Logan and our child? Under me I felt him
shuddering, an erotic tingle racing through his back as he once again drove
his seed into me. I smiled, kissing him passionately, knowing that each sperm
of his was desperately racing toward my fertile egg...carrying with it the
very substance from which our child would grow!
I would know. I would know exactly what to do with them, to them and for them.
Both Logan and my child. Again I smiled as my own erotic fantasy raced through
my now female mind, I couldn't even suppress the youthful giggle that escaped
my lips. I felt the surge of longing, a longing that could only be fulfilled
by what we were now doing. Him to me, me to him, our very existence combining
to create life. A life of love!
******
The wish had been cast, their fantasy was set. Now, all that was left was for
the fulfillment of their desires. The two friends, now passionate lovers, were
destined to be forever coupled, living out the next several years on their own
little Pleasure Island. Oh, they would be rescued eventually. And the rescuers
would find, a young desirous couple with four children in tow. Found somewhere
in the blue oceans that surround...THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
The End
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