You don't know how long you laid there, snuggled with your werewolf lover. It might have been ten minutes, it might have been an hour. You thought little of it, as everyone else seemed to be doing it too.
The house lights came on extremely bright, suddenly, causing a reversion to all of the werewolves, leaving the room full of naked men and women, all surrounded by piles of shredded clothing. You watched Dina's change with particular interest, noting she seemed to suffer no discomfort during her reversion, and regained her feminine charms with grace. She smiled at you, clutching you tightly against her, kissing you deeply. This time, you let her. "That was wonderful," she whispers to you.
A loud chime came over the intercom, followed by a cheerful and warm sounding voice. "Attention, Pleasure Island Patrons: Would all humans in the audience, please stand in a single file line in front of the movie screen? Thank you. Further announcements in thirty seconds." Dina looks uneasy at this, but motions you toward the screen, where you join with your fellow humans, numbering roughly twenty.
The chime happens again, once more followed by the voice, "Pleasure Island Patrons, thank you for your cooperation. As you can tell from your recent experience, Pleasure Island caters to a wide range of...different tastes. By coming to this theatre, by accident or design, you have experienced one of them, the carnality of lupine lycanthropy." There was a pause, during which time, you notice the crowd of lycanthropes grinning at the assembled mass you're in.
"But," said the voice again, this time with a sinister glee," Tasting of such forbidden fruit comes at a price, and as such, you now have a choice. In a few minutes, the lights will dim again, and will glow with a new shade of light. To the humans, it will simply seem as though nothing is different, but to our lycanthrope clientele, it will be as though they are no more than ten feet away from the moon. As you can imagine, this has a rather profound effect on our regulars." Again, there was a long pause. The mood of the lycanthropes had changed, and become overtly sinister and eager. Though none were advancing on your party, many had already dropped to all fours in anticipation, and several were glancing anxiously up at the lights. You can see several males in an obvious state of arousal, ready to change, and several females looked equally anxious. But you couldn't see Dina anywhere.
The voice continued," Another side effect of being that close to the moon is that it creates a state of hyper-infectiousness in lycanthropes. All they have to do is to scratch you-take off one layer of skin, and you become one. This is the price you must pay: Become a werewolf, living here on Pleasure Island forever, or take your chances running the gauntlet. If you can make it off the island, you'll be free. If you do not attempt to run, they will not harm you. If you run, you may be killed. We here at Pleasure Island do not want to see you harmed. Our advice to you is to allow them to touch you, and embrace your new form in the synthetic moonlight. We here at Pleasure Island take no responsibility for anything happening to runners. Thank you, that is all."
A robotic voice comes over the intercom as you look around, both looking for Dina as well as a possible escape route. "Countdown to moonrise in twenty seconds," it says coldly.
While most of your human companions are looking around, slightly panicked, a few are strangely calm. A woman, rather weathered-looking, approximately thirty five, steps forward, grasping the hand of one of the werewolf males. "I want to change," she says, sliding his fingertips to her vagina.
"Fifteen seconds," says the robot voice.
A younger looking man approached one of the punk girls you'd watched earlier, placing his fingertip to her mouth, "So do I," he said loudly.
"Ten seconds," came the robotic voice again. You watch more of the humans stepping forward as the countdown continues, until it's simply five of you left. There are two men and two women with you still. Perhaps the decision was easy for the others, but not for you, and apparently not for them.
"Five seconds," the voice says, "Four...three....two....one...commencing program."
The theatre goes black for an instant, then the ceiling lights begin to glow. You have to make a decision now.