Werewolf thing

>You will never wake up to discover you're the last (normal) human left on earth
>The only signs of "civilization" will never be a tribe of big, powerful werewolf girls who no longer see a reason to stay in human form or adorn their bodies with the trappings of humanity, preferring to enjoy proudly showing off their naked, fur covered hybrid forms
>Each one will never be at least a head taller than you and seem to be upwards of 600 lbs of muscle fit in a deliciously curvy body, sporting steel hard muscles strong enough to rip a car in two, tits big enough they could crush your head between them right at your eye level, and thick, powerful hips and thighs that make you feel a very primal need
>You will never feel fear and arousal war within you, before deciding to submit to their "request" to join them for the day
>You will never be treated brusquely but not unpleasantly, though how they've been keeping you under watch and away from the edge of the camp hasn't gone unnoticed, nor has the occasional way they look you, like they're judging the quality of a piece of meat
>Against your better judgement you will never accept their offer to spend the night and to a tent dead center in their camp yet in the line of sight of all their guards
>Before you drift off to sleep you will never over hear them talking among themselves, about how werewolves can't breed amongst themselves lest they produce abominations. And about how they now have a solution for that
>You will never wake up to find yourself being dragged out of your tent and stripped, your struggles ignored as they effortlessly manhandle you before one of them straddles your hips, pinning your naked form to the ground under her as she begins rocking her hips
>The whole tribe will never have their way with you, force feeding you various herbal elixirs to improve your virility and endurance and numbing the pain from their overeager members, not stopping even as you pass out of exhaustion
>You will never wake to find yourself tied down in the same spot, the tribe's medicine woman looking you over, making sure you can still preform tomorrow, barking out instructions for only the more gentle girls to mate with you tomorrow she then takes the chance to mount you herself, taking care not to aggravate your wounds
>You will never spend the rest of your life under their care, near constantly milked of your seed, occasionally rented out to other tribes, your only relief when you're too injured to preform, siring many whelps before your body finally gives out under the powerful thrusts of a bitch in heat