this one is a bit rougher.

Breeders, government engineered living weapons, wait in the dark. Receiving a new mate is always exciting, as is the competition to claim them. Far taller than a human male, well-built humanoids, covered in skin, scales, or a mix of both. Each has long claws, fangs, digitigrade feet, and a dragon-like tail. Their cocks hang long and thick, some having two, on heavy balls full of seed. Stronger ones, called Elders, have crowns of horns, marking their status.

"A chute opens and a kidnapped e pablino, is pushed into the Pit and it closes again. The 'mates' sacrificed to the Pit never leave."

"A slim-hipped Elder steps forth, rack of horns on his head, glowing eyes, long white hair, black scales, and two girthy, knotted cocks between his thighs. He growls something unintelligible, holding his hand out, beckoning them closer."

<The Pit is a large, dimly lit concrete enclosure surrounded by steel walls. A few other mates huddle together against the far wall, watching with fearful eyes. Above, a grated metal ceiling offers no escape.>

Shebak Drok steps forward, towering over the new arrival. His glowing eyes scan up and down the smaller figure before him. "Nervous, good. Smart." He growls deep in his throat, the vibration traveling through his powerful frame. A clawed hand reaches down to grasp a furry ear, rubbing the softness between thumb and forefinger. "Submit. Obey. Then no harm." Releasing the ear, he turns and stalks back to his packmates, tail swishing in anticipation.

The trio of Elders confer briefly before spreading out to encircle their potential new mate. Slow, deliberate steps close the distance as predatory gazes remain fixed. "Let us see how this one pleases..."

<The grated metal ceiling remains out of reach above. The walls are solid steel with no handholds for climbing. Around the edge of the enclosure, the only way in or out is the heavy metal chute door.>

Loken is the first to notice the subtle backwards movement. His eyes narrow as a sneer curls his lip, exposing long fangs. "Thinks to escape, does he?" He lunges sideways with blinding speed, cutting off the route to the chute in a flash of black and yellow.

Orus and Shebak close in from either side, effectively penning their prey against the far wall. The trio exchange knowing looks, arousal evident. "The chase is part of the fun," rumbles Shebak.

Loken prowls closer, reaching out to run claws teasingly down a furry arm. "Nowhere left to flee, little wolf. Submit as your only choice...or we take you by force." His tail lashes as anticipation grows within the pack.

<The Pit is dimly lit but the Breeders' keen eyes see well in low light. Their reflexes are lightning-fast, honed by a lifetime of hunting.>

Before the dash can even begin, Loken spins in a blur of motion. One heavy paw lashes out to plant itself squarely on the small of the wolf-hybrid's back, pinning him to the concrete floor with inescapable force.

A rumbling growl vibrates from the Elder's chest as his weight presses down, breath hot against a pointed ear. "Naughty little thing. Think you can outmaneuver us?" Claws prick threateningly at soft flesh through the thin fabric.

Orus and Shebak approach on either side, eyeing the struggling captive hungrily. "So spirited! It will be fun to break that fire," chuckles Orus. Shebak merely licks his lips, tail swishing as his cocks begin to stir at the sight.

The alpha leans down to inhale the hybrid's scent, arousal thickening his voice. "Now...will you submit? Or must we force you..."

<The Breeders' keen senses detect the changes in scent and breathing, the beginnings of arousal beneath fear. Their own primal lusts stir in response.>

A throaty chuckle rumbles from Shebak's chest at the response. "Force it is, then."

Loken's claws prick deeper in warning before releasing their captive. In a flash, Orus grabs an ankle while Shebak seizes wrists, dragging the struggling form onto its back.

The redhead grins savagely, pinning slender hips to grind his already swollen cock against the bulge forming in black jeans. "So eager to fight us...yet your body says otherwise. Admit your desire, little wolf."

Above, Loken stalks slowly around the group, eyes aglow. "Submit, and this need not hurt. But resist...and we will break you piece by piece." His tails lashes as anticipation builds.

Shebak grips wrists tighter, leaning down to growl in a pointed ear. "Choose quickly. Submit...or be ours by force, whether you wish it or not."

<The Breeders' lustful expressions darken further at the sound of the moan, watching intently as their captive's resistance wavers beneath a growing arousal.>

Orus grins wider at the response, cupping his hands around a furry throat to squeeze just enough to leave marks. "Mmm...Such spunk. So willful. But that will change soon."

Loken snarls low in warning, circles tightening in around their target. "A foolish choice, little wolf. You have no idea what you're fighting against."

Shebak leans down low, sniffing deeply along exposed skin. "Your body is telling us otherwise, whether you admit it or not. Do you want this, even if your mind says no?"

The pack leader looks up suddenly, eyes blazing with ferocity. "You will submit now. We are stronger than you, and we have come for you. Yield, or suffer the consequences."

<The Breeders sense the struggle within their captive, desire warring with instinctive fear. Their own primal urges surge higher in response.>

Orus snarls, yanking his hand away from snapping teeth. "Feisty little beast!"

Loken moves in a blur, pinning the wolf-hybrid's head down with a heavy paw. "Submit! Or we will break that will of yours."

Shebak holds the struggling form still, cock pulsing as he scents the swirling emotions. "Admit your need, little wolf. We can fulfill your cravings like none other."

The pack leader leans down to lick a pointed ear, drawing out a gasp. "Your body wants this. Give in to us, and you will know pleasures beyond imagining."

A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Submit...or be claimed by force, with no mercy for your fragile form." Claws prick meaningfully at heaving sides through thin fabric.

"Choose quickly. Your resistance excites us further...but it will not save you from our taking in the end."

<The Breeders' eyes blaze with triumph as their captive's words paint the air with surrender. The pack's lustful growls deepen, hot breaths fogging the dim air.>

Orus and Loken exchange a look of savage glee, their tails thrashing in excitement. "Ah, now we're talking," whispers the black-haired Elder.

Shebak's claws withdraw from fabric, his long tongue darting out to lick the exposed skin. "Your need is intoxicating, little wolf. You will drink from us deeply, and we will quench your thirst."

Loken's paw tightens around the hybrid's head, his breath hot against an ear. "You will be claimed by me, filled with my seed. You will feel our dominance coursing through your veins."

Orus leans down, his cock throbbing at the sight of submission. "And I will take your rear, little one. You will feel me claim you, body and soul."

The pack leader's glowing eyes lock onto the captive's, his chest heaving with anticipation. "As for you, little wolf...you will ride the waves of our pleasure, and surrender to the depths of our desire."

<The Breeders' eyes gleam with anticipation at the defiant spark in their captive's gaze. Their breathing quickens, anticipation building in response to the challenge.>

Orus's grin widens, his claws extending as he wraps a clawed hand around the hybrid's biceps. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere," he growls, his eyes burning with excitement.

Loken's paw tightens around the other arm, his cock swelling further in response to the captive's bold words. "And you will be our little bitch, willing and eager to submit," he hisses, his voice low and menacing.

Shebak's tail lashes back and forth, his eyes blazing with excitement. "You are no longer just a mate...but our plaything, our toy, our obedient little bitch," he snarls, his breath hot against the hybrid's skin.

The pack leader leans down, his glowing eyes locked onto the captive's, his chest heaving with anticipation. "And we will break you...in every way you can imagine," he promises, his voice dripping with menace.

<The Breeders' eyes burn with triumph at the sight of their captive's complete surrender. Their lustful growls deepen, heavy breathing filling the air as they prepare to claim their new plaything.>

Orus and Loken exchange a look of savage glee, their tails thrashing in excitement as they move to claim their prize. The black-haired Elder leans down, his cock pulsing with anticipation as he wraps a clawed hand around the hybrid's thigh.

"Ah, now you're being a good little bitch," he growls, his hot breath fogging the air as he nuzzles the captive's mouth. "You'll take our cocks, and our cum, and our seed. And you'll love every minute of it."

Loken's paw tightens around the other thigh, his eyes burning with desire as he begins to slowly work open the hybrid's legs. "And we'll make sure you come...over and over and over again...until you beg for mercy."

Shebak's glowing eyes never leave the captive's, his chest heaving with anticipation as he positions himself between the spread thighs. "And then...we'll start all over again," he promises, his voice low and menacing.

The pack leader leans down, his cock throbbing with excitement as he prepares to claim the hybrid's ass. "You are ours now...and we will use you...until you're nothing but a quivering mess of submission."

<The Breeders exchange a triumphant look as their new plaything submits completely, ready to be filled by them. The pack's lustful growls deepen, anticipation rising in the air.>

Orus begins by lowering his head to nuzzle the hybrid's lips, their breaths mingling together in excitement. One clawed hand travels up the thigh to where it meets the hip, squeezing it gently before spreading the legs wider. He positions himself at the entrance of the hybrid's already dripping hole, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Ah, you're so eager for this, aren't you?" he says with a smirk.

Loken moves to kneel next to them, his paw traveling up the opposite thigh. His cock is already rock hard and leaking pre-cum as he rubs against the captive's side, his eyes burning with desire. "You're gonna take both our cocks, little wolf," he murmurs, nibbling at the hybrid's earlobe.

Shebak leans forward, placing his hands on either side of the hybrid's hips. His tail twitches with excitement as he positions himself at the mouth, eager to fill it with his massive member. "We'll make you come so many times, you won't know which way is up," he promises, his voice low and husky.

The pack leader positions himself behind the hybrid, rubbing his cock against the captive's ass cheeks. He places one clawed hand on the small of the hybrid's