Twig ran as fast as his legs could carry him, away from the men chasing him through the trees.
As the moon shone bright overhead, he could hear their howls and could feel his breath beginning to struggle as his sore body wanted nothing more than to give up.
He took a moment to catch his breath and that was all it took for one of the man-wolves to pounce at him. Twig tripped backwards and rolled down a hill, twisting his ankle as he went down.
"Shit!" He cursed as he looked up at the group of wolves at the top of the hill, looking down at him hungrily.
Twig tried to get to his feet, but his ankle was far too sore, he couldn't move and the wolves were beginning to descend down the slope.
"Fuck off!" The man had never sworn so much in his life, but he was scared. He had no clue what had become of his companions or what would become of him. He was scared for his life.
Twig closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he waited for the wolves to come upon him, but instead he heard a whimper before the sound of pawprints hurried away.
He slowly opened his eyes to find he was alone. He laughed in relief before laying himself down, his exhausted body soon giving in to sleep.
As he slept, two large hands scooped the skinny man up from the ground and carried him away, deeper into the woods and into a cave.
The creature standing at eight feet tall laid Twig down on his back against a large rock and studied him intently. It had never seen a human before and it fascinated him deeply.
It ran a finger through Twig's unruly brown hair before its eyes fell on his clothes. It slowly began to tear open each layer, revealing Twig's twinkish naked form and large uncut cock, which was dwarfed compared to the Bigfoot's twelve inch cock. Perhaps we should refer to it as Bigcock instead.
Bigcock placed a fingertip to the entrance of Twig's hole and began to push it in as Twig twitched a little in his sleep.