It took almost all of Ty's willpower to prevent himself from simply giving in. That heat rushing from his new cunt and making his every muscle clench at the thought of submitting to these powerful males was one of the strongest single physical reactions he'd ever felt, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. He was still a boy and a human in his eyes, and his mind was stronger than any curse some monster could lay on him. Well...it was, right? It must be.
With his newfound strength, Ty lifted his nose upward to gaze directly into that dominant male's eyes. His newfound instincts told him well enough that it was a challenge, direct and strong as anything else could be. His hind legs quivered in anxiety as those blood-red eyes bored into his, but Ty stayed resilient and stubborn as ever.
The hit came so fast he barely even saw it coming. A heavy weight slammed into the side of Ty's head, knocking him off his paws and straight into the dirt. His vision spun and his sense of balance shifted to the side, which grew particularly challenging when he tried to stand up again. It didn't matter, of course. A second hit came a few seconds later, right onto the same spot of his temple. Ty almost fell unconscious from the raw impact alone, and this time, he fell much, much harder onto the ground. Blood trickled down his ear and the side of his muzzle, the thought of fighting back much longer a distant, hazy memory. As his world faded to black for the second time in as many hours, he got a dim vision of the alpha wolf, standing over him with a cruel smirk.
Ty felt himself being dragged through the dirt once more, though he was even weaker than he'd felt after his initial transformation. He finally regained most of his senses- with the exception of the blasting headache and sore shoulders and side- and found himself lying in a shallow pit of mud, with a couple of wolves glaring down at him. Soaked dirt already stained the left half of his body, where he'd been tossed in. Just as he managed to crawl up to all fours again, he found himself mounted by a heavy form, and a tapered shaft drove into his unprepared cunt.
Pain flooded his sore and worn-down body. His new pussy stretched quickly to accommodate the large cock, but not quickly enough to avoid the agony of such violent penetration. Then, after a few particularly deep thrusts, something clicked deep within him, and pleasure flooded his form. The pain was still there- maybe worse than ever, actually- but he didn't particularly mind. In fact, the feeling of a virile male, claiming him, giving him everything...
No, no, stop, Ty, stop. He dug his clawed paws into the mud beneath him and let out a stubborn growl, trying to fight back against the male mounting him. Pain enveloped him as he began to ignore the pleasure as best he could, but he dug his newly-sharp teeth into his lips and held strong. Then the knot forced itself between his clenching pussy lips, and he had his first involuntary orgasm.
Ty was forcefully mounted over and over in that filthy mudpit. It started with the biggest and strongest of the pack, each of whom muscled and pinned him down and broke his will. By the end of the night, it was the younger wolves, or the weaker ones, who took advantage of Ty's spirit-broken state and slid smaller cocks into his drooling cunt. The first wolf who drove his knotted cock into Ty's virginal asshole was rough, but he came to be thankful for getting it over with quickly. Then, when they were all satisfied, they left him. Lying in mud, drooling cum from two holes, and still aching from a head wound that may or not may be a concussion. He distantly felt someone picking him up and pulling him out of the mud pit, but he couldn't really care.