"Awwwwwwww, is Mr. Lion afraid to show off his handsome mane?" asked Jessica as we stopped for a moment, her hand reaching over and rubbing circles in the broad strip of thick brown fur covering my belly. I closed my eyes for a moment and relished the feeling of my date's hands caressing my fur. "No, I guess not. I suppose I'm just not used to walking around in public without a shirt. Or having fur and a tail for that matter," I continued, giving Jessica a happy fanged grin. "Good, because with a mane like that, you should want everyone to see it" Jessica replied with a wink, her big eyelashes fluttering enticingly. If we hadn't been on a time sensitive mission, I probably would have had my way with the attractive giraffe woman right then and there.
We were now walking briskly down the street past the movie theater the two of us had visited together earlier. I could see that the late show had just finished and a crowd was pouring out of the theater's double doors. Without really thinking about it, I threw my chest out and tilted my head back so that everybody could see my thick and hairy lion's mane. I was so into my debut as a lionman on the streets of Pleasure Island that I didn't even see that the theater patrons had been undergoing their own changes during the film. Rather, it was something that I at first smelled, with my sensitive lion nose picking up a strong musty odor that I somehow instantly identified as canine. I took an immediate dislike to it. As Jessica and I navigated our way around the departing patrons (mostly men), I could see that they were all well on their way into turning into antro dogs of assorted breeds. Each of them had transformed to various degrees and were sporting pointy or floppy ears, bushy or sleek tails, and numerous kinds of muzzles depending on the type of canine they were becoming.
Looking up, I could see the theater marquee had in big letters: "Midnight show: DOGS OF WAR." I could also hear snippets of conversation from the crowd. Things like, "Hey Jim, you've got some butter from the popcorn in your arm fur -I mean hair," or "I can't believe those seats didn't have tail holes," or "Simon, did you just sniff my butt," or "that collie at the end looked pretty cute. Um, wait, what did I just say?"
I turned to Jessica. "Do they know that they're changing?" I whispered, feeling the eyes of several of the transforming dogmen tracking me. Obviously, the feeling of dislike between canine and feline was mutual. "It depends on the magic of the island but it seems like this crowd isn't fully up to speed. We'd better keep moving." I gave one final look behind me only to see a lightly transformed German Shepherd dogman, a heavily changed Rottweiler dogman, and a Bulldog man who was midway inbetween glaring at our backs. I gave them a wide smile while making sure that they saw every inch of my considerable leonine fangs. Their tails shot between their furry legs and I'm pretty sure that the mixed breed gave a terrified "yipe" as the three quickly disappeared into the crowd of their fellow dogmen.
"So, where are we going to find your friend?" I asked, satisfied that Jessica and I wouldn't be bothered.