The White wolf than says “but first... we got to see where you rank on the Totem pole”
Ty looks confused for a moment, but then sees that there are two distinct groups of canines in the crowd. There are some that have an air of confidence about them, a dominance in there stature and a gleam of control in their eyes. Most of these were the tall, heavily muscular, and definitively masculine canines, dobermans, wolves, pitbulls and the like, but a few were of slighter build as well. And huddling around these domineering types were those who seemed more submissive, diverting there gaze, with ears slightly pulled back in submission, and a cowed stance. Most of them were smaller canids, foxes, shiba inus, and poodles, with delicately maintained and groomed figures and femme proportions. Although there were a few scattered larger canines who exuded this submissive atmosphere as well, most seeming even more skittish and insecure then their smaller counterparts.
The White wolf than says “ah, I see you’re a smart one. Here rank is all that matters. There are alphas and there are omegas. The omegas are meant to serve there alphas. And the alphas are meant to protect and dominate. Everyone has a place. Usually, if someone was caught, like you were, we would turn them into an omega immediately since they let themselves get caught in the first place, therefore they were weak and should serve their betters as breeding stock. But I saw something in your eyes pup, real alpha material. So we are giving you a second chance.”
The crowd begins to hoop and holler, barks and growls go wild before the white wolf raises a paw to silence them.
He turns his muzzle back to you “Of course, you’re going to have to prove your gumption first kid.” A greyhound drags out a large musclebound pitbull that has a muzzle and a pair of handcuffs on. The white wolf chuckles again “of course your going to have to be the underdog here since you got yourself caught in the first place. You’re going to have to fight and dominate old harp here” he motions to the chains up wolf. “Im not going to lie, you’re probably boned kid. But At least I’m giving you a fighting chance right?”
“This ugly mug here” the white wolf struts over the the restrained canine and grabs his face “ his name is Garp, tried to sneak in my private caudree of bitches the other night. There a tone of public use omegas but this little shit thought he could be cheeky and take one of mine, didn’t even ask. We’ve been hazing him ever since” you see a few bruises and scrapes on the dog but nothing major. “After this little shindig we’ll probably let him go, think he’s learned his leason. Garp gave the Wolf a wicked sneer when he wasn’t looking. You can tell he’s one bad dude.
“One thing you should know before we get this thing rolling. Us alpha’s, like this little pittie right here, have strong seed, some may even say addict, not to mention its... transformative effects. If Garp here figuratively fucks you up, then of course literally fucks you up, supposing that you ain’t dead of course, you’ll probably turn into a pretty little omega lusting for doggy cum. He hasn’t gotten off in days. Who knows? maybe Garp will fancy you, and keep you as his personal trophy husband, maybe you’ll even give him a few Garplets.”
The caged animal smiles at that proposition menacingly.
“Of course if you beat all odds and pull one over our mutual friend here, no one could argue your worthyness as an alpha, as a bro.”
Ty takes a moment to look at his opponent. Arnold Schwartzenegger crosses with a pit bull on roids sounds like a euphemism, but that’s litterally what Ty was up against. The gargantuan angry red rocket of the beast pointing menacingly up at the boy. How the fuck is he going to get out of this?... of course assuming that he wants too.
The White wolf walks back to a ramshackled makeshift thrown, and barks “begin!” The muzzle and cuffs are taken off and it on!
(I just want to note that this idea of alpha/omega, addictive cum, mpreg etc, is a wholesale rip off of the concept of the Orcs in Valente game’s Flexible Survival, just with a canine skin, since I’m into that).