Ty spent countless days and nights waiting hand and foot- or paw, really- on his new master. He lived with a pretty consistent schedule, too. He woke up cuddled up beside that massive alpha wolf, nuzzling his chest or neck and inhaling his scent adoringly. Some mornings, he'd be lucky, and his master would have a nice big morning wood for him to play with. Usually, the alpha would just want something quick, a quick pawing and some loving licks, before spurting his delicious load over Ty's muzzle. When Ty was extra lucky, the alpha would have time for quick, dirty fuck. He wouldn't typically force the knot into that cunt, but gave him a perfect hard fucking all the same before going about his business.
The alpha would then leave Ty on his own for most of the day. He could only assume that the huge wolf was off hunting or pack bonding or whatever, but Ty remained in his den, relaxing, napping, and often stroking his loose cunt to orgasm at least a few times. As deep in heat as he was, his libido was far higher than it had ever been when he was a human teenager. Occasionally, he'd slip outside to get food or water, but most of his days were spent alone, and happy.
Then, at night, the alpha would return for what was often the kinkiest and filthiest fuck (or fucks) of the day. He'd always come back all sweaty and sore, often with blood or scars across his body from the hunt and action of the day... and something about that look just made Ty spread his legs without hesitation. He'd spend hours with his tail and ass up and his head down, taking that monstrous canine cock balls-deep while sucking on those massive claws or his master's tongue.
He stayed loyal, all the while, too. Of course, occasionally, when he was getting himself scraps of food or going to the stream for a drink, he'd run into the other wolves of the pack. They always wanted him. He could see it in their eyes. Oh, and he'd tease them, too; running his tail under their chins, or flashing his dark, wet pussy for just a second before covering it again. But then he'd always slip away again, and if they did get cocky or aggressive, his guardian-angel-slash-loving-master would always be there to keep him safe.
He didn't think about anything, much. Maybe he'd lost some intelligence, but that didn't matter. Not in his new life.
One morning, he woke like all of the others- snuggled, with his back against his master's chest, and those massive paws wrapped around him. He felt that thick morning wood cock nudge against his hind leg, and he'd occasionally gently stroke it with his hind paw, but for the most part, the alpha didn't seem too eager for action just yet. He was content to simply lie and relax. They both were.
Then, the monstrous wolf spoke, in that same captivated, telepathic tone. "Do you know what today is, my bitch?" One of those massive paws slipped between Ty's thighs, teasing a stroke along his cunt but just shy of actually satisfying him. "Since you've been such a lovely bitch for me, I'm going to offer you a treat." Two dull claws sunk into Ty's wet pussy without warning, and he let out a soft, high-pitched moan. "Since tonight is a full moon, my powers are stronger. I could transform you back into a male, for a while, if you'd like. You'll be a wolf, of course, and you'll continue to serve me. But since you've been such a sweetheart, I'll even let you try fucking one of my omega boys. The sensation of knotting a tight ass is one you won't soon forget. Then, on the next new moon, I'll turn you right back."
The alpha began to roughly finger and paw off Ty's cunt, sending him dissolving into fits of pleasure, the entire lower half of his body visibly shuddering and shaking. "Of course, if you're happy with this pretty little pussy I've given you, I could knock you up. The power of the full moon will ensure it takes. By tomorrow morning, you'll be carrying my pups." The paw's movement grows rougher, and Ty howls as he approaches orgasm. "What do you say?"