A Wolf Pup

As you wander the forest trails, your balls and massive dick swinging freely, you hear a distressed whine. You call out to it, "Hello? Anyone there?" No response. Listening carefully, the sound is coming from the north. Going off the trail, you push your way through some bushes and tall grasses. As you trek onwards, the whine becomes clearer and louder. Until, finally, you push away one last bush to show a small clearing. Near its edge is a wolf pup. It's laying sideways, worming around as if it can't walk. Its whining is loud, but then shifts to a short howl.

You approach the pup slowly. It seems not to worried by your presence. Though you fear this may be due to its wounds being so severe. You're only a few footsteps when suddenly the wolf pup stops its howling and looks at you. Its markings arent like any wolf pup that you've encountered. That's when the dark realization washes over you.

This. Is. A. Trap.

Before you can even turn to leave, a hurling body of fur and muscle tackles you to the ground. A man size hound, but no dumb beast, these are direwolves. Clever bastards of a race. The pup stands up perfectly unscathed. You see a pulsing red canine dick between his legs. It's no pup at all, it's a fucking beta. Even for a beta direwolf, his dick is dragging on the ground because of how massive it is. More direwolves emerge out of the foliage as the alpha on top of you growls and barks in his native tongue. Something about "come here" and you gulp, "breed". You count not one but two more larger than a man sized alphas. Accompanying them are at least seven betas circling around you. This ought to be fun, you say sarcasticallyto yourself.