Scream and run past them

It worked with the tiger, right? You flail your arms and scream, running right at them, but these two are made of sterner stuff, apparently. The wolf grabs one arm and twists it up behind your back, ending your rampage.

"Looks like we got a wild one," he says with a chuckle as you try to pull away. "Is that how you got past Stripes?"

"I wouldn't call him that," Hector says. "You know he prefers Ambrosia."

"What's he gonna do? Scratch my eyes out?" Argus asks.

The stallion laughs. "He just might. You know how sensitive he is. And speaking of sensitive, what should we do with our new toy?" He reaches out and fondles your balls before stroking your quickly stiffening cock.