You watch excitedly as the pluck falls down, hitting each peg with a loud, resounding *plink* on it's way down. It goes back and forth, going left a couple spaces, then swerving to the right a couple spaces, repeating multiple times, soon landing perfectly in the middle, in the golden 1 slot.
"You win the grand prize champ!" The operator tells you, pulling out a small doggy crate from inside behind the counter. You reach for it curiously, but instantly recoil back your hand as you start hearing low, vaguely human growls come from within, instead of the puppy yelps you expected. "Don't be shy! Go ahead and see your new pet Werewolf!" He says setting the crate down and opening it.
You watch a large, black ,humanoid paw reaches out onto the grass, followed by another, as the giant creature cartoonishly emerges from the small crate. Sure enough, standing before you is a bonafide werewolf, seven foot tall, thick black fur, broad shoulders, giant paws with sharp claws, bright yellow eyes ,wearing a worn, ripped t-shirt and a pair of tattered jeans, yet a brand new red dog collar around his neck. He was clearly both well-hung and well fed, as you can tell through his open fly and giant, obese belly leaving that dirty white t-shirt hanging on almost like a sports bra on the creature.
As soon as he gauges his surroundings his eyes transfix on you, almost instantly tackling you to the ground. His massive frame easily forcing you down, his paws gripping your shoulders. You close your eyes ready to die, as he starts....licking you? You try to shake him off you but all that you succeed in doing is drenching your face with wolf slobber.
"GET OFF ME!!!" You shout, and obediently, he does.
"That there is why I love pet werewolves, it's easy to train something when they used to be human," the operator interjects, smiling. "Now here's the leash," he says clipping it onto the collar and handing the other end to you. "Not like you have to worry about losing him though, he's already marked you as the alpha, you're never going to need to put up lost dog posters for this big guy, he'll follow you everywhere."
You're unsure of whether this is going to be wonderful or a curse. But no matter how much you argue with the carnie, or how fast you try to run, your new pet follows you everywhere, and you can't get rid of him. You try to duck and weave through the crowd, but he's always right on your trail. You try to duck in an porta-potty, he rips down the door to see you. You try to jump in your car and drive off, but much to your dismay, he chases you back home, alarming...