There's a saying that you should trust nobody but yourself. Unless they're telling you that the best way of spending the night is at the motel, instead of wilderness, miles away from civilization.

Jake wasn't afraid of the nocturnal creatures, usually it was them who stayed out of his way. The brown bearded male was fairly built, weighing not much less than three hundred pounds, ready to protect himself from anything wild and dangerous.

The wilderness was fairly dark and thick, while the flickering light of the slowly dying flashlight didn't help much. A swift smack on the side of the metal rod fixed it only for a minute before giving less light again. It wasn't a remote control after all, which could work millennia on a single dead battery.

The not well-trodden path put Jake's mind at ease, giving him a hope for a peaceful night, since few people were going through this way after all. While not being a broadly experienced globetrotter, he knew how to survive without many gifts of modern civilization, at least for a while. The light from a plethora of stars in the cloudless night sky was his only company for now, or at least he thought that, dismissing all the creatures that could observe him at this very moment. But Jake wasn't afraid at all. He was well-prepared even for that possibility. 

Finding a small clearing in the forest, he decided to finally take some rest, preparing his camp for the night. Doing all the precautions, he built a campfire by the book, digging a small hole and surrounding it with stones, before using dead branches and "just a drop" of petrol, to start the cozy flames with no difficulty, since he wasn't a neanderthal relying only on his muscles and wits. He liked to take the shortcuts from time to time, even if the guidebook said something clearly against it. Who would know better than him, right?  

While cooking pork and beans out of the can onto the slightly rusty pan, Jake felt cozy and content, hearing all the sounds that couldn't be found in the civilization. The outdoor crackles of the fire, chirping of the grasshoppers and... was that a growl? Jake chuckled to himself. It was nothing but his stomach, loudly demanding a meal, since it had nothing to eat since the last one. While being in a good mood, the lone hiker pulled the pan closer to him, while preparing his wooden spoon. But the strange vibrating sound started once more.

Jake took a bite of his full on carbon food before turning his head at the source of this commotion, forgetting that he was still in a dangerous wilderness, outside of human settlements. A pair of orange resonating eyes stared directly at him while the growling continued, cutting the silence like a razor-sharp knife. The well-built man still held the pan in one hand, while the other dropped the spoon, before slowly but surely getting closer to his revolver. 

The old Colt Anaconda that previously belonged to his father never failed him just yet. Although the reason for that was, he didn't use it before except on the empty bottles of beer. But a round or two out of this well polished, iron weapon should suffice and show these wild creatures who's genetically and mentally superior. While sweating, he finally grasped his last resort and waited. Each second felt like eternity, hearing own beating of his adrenaline fueled heart. 

The hunger filled eyes came closer to the campfire's light, revealing the head of the canine animal. An oversized head of a wolf opened its maw slightly, showing its teeth, while drops of his drool hit the ground with a small splash. Jake opened the cylinder and checked the contents. Full. All six bullets were ready to use and he didn't hesitate, raising the weapon way above his head and firing two warning shots, one after another. The thundering, sharp sounds spread out, causing the animal to flinch and step back. Was that it? The camper expected from the creature to run away, not to stare back at him with pure anger.
     - What do you want, huh? Go away, that's my food. You stupid... little...

While Jake was spouting those words, the wolf's head rapidly raised up, while the rest of the body followed right after. The eight foot tall, furry gray body slowly came to the light, showing that he could stand on two, muscular legs.And it was clearly a male, judging by the massive sheath with protruding, deeply red member, shiny from all the wetness and throbbing with strong force. Both of the massive orbs hang heavily between the creature's thick thighs, swinging with its movements. The human didn't understand the situation he was currently in. Was that the fever dream? Or the hallucination from the short-lasting starvation?

He dropped the pan and grasped the gun with both of his hands, shaking rapidly while aiming the end of the barrel towards the hybrid''s head. In two swift jumps, the werewolf smacked the revolver to the side, while another paw lifted the poor man by his throat, now flailing helplessly in the air, trying to breathe. The creature took a very good and long look at him, like inspecting a fine piece of meat he would soon devour with his sharp fangs, tearing each limb, shredding the flesh to tiny pieces. But apparently he had other plans.

Jake's large body dropped carelessly onto his own sleeping bag, while the werewolf slowly approached him, grasping the back of the smaller male's head and holding it in place. It was clearly ironic and bizarre, that probably the last thing he would see in his life was a gigantic, twelve inch canine cock, dropping salty drops of fluid onto his hairy chin. He couldn't be less wrong about his fate. The now pale camper finally felt the powerful musky scent coming out of the monster's giant ball sack. Even the wide, thick knot placed at the base of the gigantic member pulsated with might, while all the large veins were visible to him.

Feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head, he opened his mouth to scream, but it was immediately muffled by the werewolf's dick, spreading him wide. The creature didn't even try to be gentle, pushing his pelvis towards the male, while heavy orbs slapped against the chin with strength and wet sounds of heavy slaps against it. Jake tried to fight and push back the much taller beast, but his member penetrated his throat deeper and deeper, while wolf wheezed with tongue hanging outside maw, spreading drops of saliva onto unwilling, accidental lover.

His rapid movements grew in speed and impatience, while slapping Jake's chin with giant orbs every so often, not caring about his pleasure or well-being at all. Only the werewolf was important here and his animal instincts. He suddenly howled to the half-full moon, while shooting thick drops of werewolf cum into the human's stomach, while wagging his tail unconsciously like a cheerful house dog. But it wasn't the end.

Savage monster pulled back his monstrous cock, slick with seed and saliva, before shredding male's pants and underwear to pieces, leaving only half destroyed trouser legs. Jake curled himself, trying to protect his now exposed crotch with his big hairy arms. But the monster of the night wasn't interested in that part of the body at all. Instead, he turned his other way, forcing him to stand on the four legs, while pulling his thighs closer, lying still shiny on the plump cheeks. He could now only hear the beast's hasty breathing while the organ rested on his lower back. But not for long.

Werewolf guided his gigantic member between Jake's legs, slowly pushing the head inside, causing both of them to moan loudly. One out of pain and second from immediate joy. The clapping sounds outspread in the open woods once more, this time more clear and loud enough, while other critters stayed far away from the victorious alpha. Wet, sweaty ball sack hit male's ass harder and harder, while red, broad cock spread the insides like nothing else could do before. While dropping his weight onto Jake, he supported himself with front paws, lying them on the ground, while dominating him even further.

The unfortunate hiker could feel like the whole dick throbbed with the same strength like moments ago in his throat, knowing what will happen next. His knot suddenly entered Jake's ass, ballooning to enormous size and locking himself in, while shooting another load after load deep inside, while another howl could be heard in these wilds. Every pulsating sensation gave him pure orgasms while firing the precious seed. Male could feel all the saliva and sweat on his lower back, while the mixture of pain and pleasure was almost unbearable.

The next minutes couldn't pass quick enough for both of them, giving them much anxiety and awkward feelings. The savage was fulfilled, but wanted to finally leave this place. And then the softened knot gave up, while pulling the rest of the meaty pole out of Jake's body. And before he could look around for the oppressor, he was alone.

Probably he should stay as a couch potato for the rest of his life.