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It had scarcely been a week since Damian's life had once again been turned upside down, his sense of reality shattered. Not only had he learned that werewolves were in fact real, he had become one himself. He had not been given time to come to terms with his new existence. Instead he has been pushed nearly to the breaking point by the pack of werewolves that has taken him in. First he had learned to walk all over again in his new forms, both biped wolf/human hybrid form and quadruped feral wolf form. After that, his life has consisted of nothing but non-stop relentless training. He knows it is for his own good of course and his current situation is still far better then the one he had been in previously. Still he can't help but feeling stifled. He needs some time to himself.

In the early morning hours he slips out of the werewolf pack's compound, located on the very edge of Everglades National Park. Damian, in his feral wolf form, runs deeper and deeper into the swampy wilderness. He switches to his hybrid form when he needs to jump over or slash through obstacles. He makes good progress and after an hour he is far from the compound. He finds a small unusually dry and peaceful looking clearing. A conveniently shaped rock provides a decent chair and he settles down onto it in his hybrid form to reflect on his life and the choices that have led him to this moment.

4 years ago, the then 22 year old human had been living a fairly normal life. He had just graduated college with a degree in computer science and had been searching for his first job with little success. It was then that he had stumbled across a sketchy looking job ad online. He knew better, he really did, but his funds were running low and his student loans were piled high. He had decided to risk it. A decision he would come to regret almost instantly. Damian had ended up working for an organized crime ring known simply and frustratingly as “The Organization". As soon as Damian had realized that he would be working for criminals he had tried to back out, but by then it was already too late. He was in. They had him write various computer programs for use in their illicit activities. Seeing the harm his programs were causing first hand, Damian had tried and failed to escape and leave the country. The Organization had responded by having his parents killed. They had made it look like a tragic accident from the perspective of law enforcement of course, and to Damian the message was clear. Not wanting any more family members to die as a result of his mistakes, Damian had gotten to work with a forcibly awakened vigor.

One of the programs he had created for The Organization had ended up being far more successful then any of the others. It was a ransomware attack, but instead of needing to be physically inserted into a network via USB drive, or downloaded as an email attachment by some clueless employee, this program could piggyback itself onto legitimate network traffic. It did this by attaching individual bits to incoming data packets, one at a time. The stray bits would thus slip past the firewall and then sit in the temporary files. As long as the bits were sent in the correct sequence and the temporary files were not cleared, eventually enough of the illicit program would be copied over and then it was game over for the infiltrated network. This program had ended up working too well though, The Organization had gotten bolder and bolder. In the end they had ended up messing with the wrong people.

Werewolves in the 21 st century had as much use for technology as anyone as odd as that may seem to an outsider. They have formed a global pack of sorts to manage their various holdings and to help keep their existence a secret to the general public. This global pack is referred to generally by the werewolves themselves as the “Great Pack," but is known to the wider human world simply as “GPI." It was the computer network of this corporation that the organization Damian was indentured to had chosen as their next target, it ended up being their last. Werewolves tend to solve their problems with violence, so when their network was subjected to a ransomware attack, their response was both swift and bloody. Within a day GPI had identified every piece of real estate held by The Organization, every operative, and every executive. Coordinating with all of their global branches and local fast response packs, GPI managed to eliminate the entirety of The Organization all at once. There was only one survivor.

Within the Miami area safe-house Damian had been working out of, the door had simply been blown off its hinges as it was splintered into a thousand pieces. Through the doorway rushed a 10 foot tall werewolf with gray fur, wearing only a pair of shorts around his waste and with a vicious expression across his tooth lined maw. Damian could remembers being frozen in fear as he watched a monster of legend rip through his overseers as if they were nothing. The few that managed to draw their pistols and get off a few shots found that bullets had little effect. With a final flash of claws, blood, and gore the last operative's head was removed clean from their shoulders. In the next breath the werewolf grabs the torso of the corpse and rips his prey's spinal column out through the gaping hole where the man's head had been attached just a moment before. Even while frozen in fear, Damian could tell that the beast was enjoying himself in an almost casual way, as if this was just like a workout at the gym for him. The werewolf then turns towards Damian, dropping the remains of his last victim to the floor with a wet thud. Damian can only watch as the beast stalks towards him, closing his eyes he expects death to come for him at any moment, but it does not. Instead he hears the werewolf speak.

“Target is secured, all hostiles have been dealt with, send in the clean-up crew," the werewolf growls out into an oddly shaped bluetooth headset that had completely escaped Damian's notice.

Hearing this, Damian opens his eyes, he is confused but is also starting to feel a bit hopeful. Maybe today is not his time to die after all.

The werewolf is looming over the human now, “Where is the encryption key?" He growls out, his tone very much threatening.

This close up, the heat and musk of the werewolf's body, combined with the blood and gore that covers the beast nearly overwhelms poor terrified Damian. Eventually he manages to stammer out a response; “th…. th… th they're not stored here. I can give you the location bu…. But but the rest of the organization I work for knows that you a….tacked this safe house b… by now, so they wi….. will already be mo…..ving it."

A wolfish grin spreads across the werewolf's bloody muzzle, “Your entire pitiful organization has been eradicated, all of them. All of the executives, every operative, and every safe house. You are the only survivor. You will only remain that way if you tell me everything I want to know." The werewolf says, with more then a little bit of arrogant satisfaction in his tone.

It was then the werewolf's turn to be surprised as Damian burst out laughing. He laughs for several minutes but eventually he gets a hold of himself. He is a lot less frightened now and has regained most of his composure. “They're all dead, really?" Damian asks,

The werewolf simply nods in response, he steps back and cocks his head to the side, clearly intrigued by the human's reaction to hearing of the deaths of what the werewolf had assumed were Damian's comrades. Clearly not though, this opened up several new courses of action that the werewolf could take in dealing with the captured human.

“Well in that case, I owe you. I'll tell you anything you want to know, get you into all their computer systems, whatever you need," Damian says. Feeling more confident now, figuring if the werewolf was going to kill him, he would have already. Damian stands up, He has some anger of his own that he needs to release. He walks over to one of the corpses. This one had been rent in half but still had its head. Damian begins to stomp on the head as hard as he can, it is quickly reduced to a bloody bony brain pulp, but he does not stop. The Organization had filmed the murder of his parents and forced him to watch the footage. So Damian knew the man whose head he was stomping on had been the one to carry out the hit. The only regret he had in his mind as he took out years of suppressed rage on the corpse is that he had not been able to kill this man himself.

The werewolf continues to observe the human's actions with increasing interest. He clearly possesses useful skills, seems intelligent, and also posses a healthy amount of anger which he is taking out on an appropriate target. These are all good qualities for a werewolf to have, if turned he may be a valuable asset. Regardless the choice is not his to make, his orders are to bring the human back to the local den. The local pack and the alpha would decide his fate after extracting all the information they needed.

After a few weeks of debrief interviews Damian had managed to tell the werewolves everything that they needed to know about the organization they had essentially absorbed. The werewolves had found that the use of interrogation tactics on Damian was wholly unnecessary, he had cooperated with them fully. So when the human had completed his task they had presented him with three options. He could submit to some sort of experimental mind wiping treatment, to remove all knowledge of the existence of werewolves from his mind and then go back to living a “normal" life. He could submit to the alpha of the local pack and be turned into a werewolf. Or lastly, they could kill him, quickly and painlessly.

This choice for Damian had been an easy one, he had grown to like the large canine/human hybrids and the thought of returning to a world where everyone he knew was either dead or thought that he himself was dead was not appealing. There was also the matter of the student loans he had defaulted on, The Organization had never paid him anything. He had no money. Not to mention the experimental nature of the mind wiping tech. Despite being enslaved and essentially getting his parents killed, he did not want to die. So he had chosen to become a werewolf.

“And look at what I've become," Damian says to himself, as he emerges from his thoughts. He had not come to this place just to reflect on his past actions and his current feelings, he had also wanted to be alone so that he could experiment freely with his new body. As he begins to inspect his 8 foot frame he offhandedly remarks to himself that he is somewhat smaller then most of the other male werewolves in the pack, but no less attractive by werewolf standards he is sure. From the tips of his pointed slightly swept ears to his clawed feet, he is covered in sleek white fur. Now possessing the hyper active metabolism of a werewolf, Damian has no fat on him. His muscles are all well defined and proportioned. Each of his finger tips have large, sharp claws extending from them, their supernatural nature meaning that they are even capable of rending metal. His two powerful, muscular legs end in clawed digitgrade feet. His furry chest sports 4 pairs of nipples, instead of the single pair that is normal for a human. He runs a clawed fingertip across them, each one perking up in response to the stimulation in turn. He then turns his attention to what he's really curious about, what's between his legs.

Being mindful of his claws, Damian begins to stoke and massage his thick sheath. He has been filled in on the basics of canine anatomy by his pack as part of his training. Of course he had also gone through what werewolves call a “turning ceremony." This had consisted of Damian being bred by the alpha in front of the entire pack, so he had a very good idea of what to expect. Still, he had to see for himself. Quite quickly his red cock tip emerges from its home. He massages his sheath with one hand while his other stokes his rapidly growing member. Before too long he is fully erect, minus the knot. His red wolfhood is a full 9 inches long. Thicker at the base and tapering somewhat before ending in the spear-like tip of a canine. He then decides that it is time to discover the final mystery of his new cock.

Damian vividly remembers the alpha's knot from his turning ceremony. His slowly transforming not quite human body and been splayed on a mat as the dominate beast looming over him had bred him for all he was worth. Just when Damian had thought the massive 16 inch alpha cock ravaging his ass may actually be able to fit all the way inside, just as his changing body was finally reaching a size where it could handle such girth, he had felt it. The first ram of the alpha's knot against his anal ring as it finally emerged from that dominate male's ample sheath.

The memory sends shivers down Damian's spine. He has always swung both ways, the alpha's had not been the first cock he had taken, but it was by far and away the largest. That had of course been his first knot though, it had fascinated him and he was eager to experiment with his own. Damian, gently pulls back his sheath to reveal his knot for the first time. It is red like the rest of his cock and consists of two distinct lobes forming the whole of the bulb of flesh. This adds another three inches to his length bring it up to a full 12 inches. Experimentally, he squeezes the bulb of flesh and gasps as he is nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. It is totally unlike anything he had ever experienced as a human and he almost cums right then and there.

Getting a hold of himself, he closes his eyes and leans back on the rock. He imagines that he is breeding Sarah, one of his pack mates who has seemed to take a liking to him. He imagines that he is balls deep in her, having buried his knot deep inside her tight werewolf cunt, suddenly he is snatched from his thoughts as something other then his hands brushes against his cock. Damian's eyes snap open, before him is a large 40 foot long snake, clearly some sort of boa. The snake's head, which is about 3/4s as wide as his torso, is directly in front of his member. He stares in shock at the reptile, its tongue darts out yet again. This time it wraps all around his member, leaving a slimy trail of saliva behind as it withdraws. The tongue is slightly cool to the touch and the werewolf's body instantly reacts to the outside attention, causing Damian to shudder in pleasure. He almost gives in right there, almost doesn't question what he is about to do, but then suddenly his mind clears. “ I can't have sex with a snake, how can it consent? Besides that thing is big, it could be dangerous even for me, " he thinks to himself.

Damian jumps up off the rock and away from the snake, his cock still fully erect. Damian watches the snake as it slithers over the rock he had just been sitting on. Just when Damian thinks that the snake is just going to move completely over the rock and disappear back into the swamp, it stops. The snake rotates its body, presenting a swollen genital slit to the werewolf. Damian gulps, his mind is swimming, is he really considering this? The front coils of the snake sneak their way over to Damian. The obviously female snake once again wraps her tongue around the distracted werewolf's meat. She quickly withdraws and then nudges the werewolf forward with her head. Damian gives in, she clearly wants him and his cock is aching, begging for release. Besides, what could go wrong fucking a snake?

Unbeknownst to the werewolf, the snake had been watching him since he had arrived in this grove. She had been looking for a meal and it seemed to her that she had found quite a filling one. The werewolf is big though, maybe too big and it will not be easy for her to swallow him unless he is fully immobilized beforehand. She knows his claws are more then capable of ripping her apart if things don't go her way, so is unsure how to approach devouring this prey. She sits there, watching, contemplating her options when the solution suddenly presents itself. The werewolf begins to masturbate. The snake now knows what to do, it is time to prepare herself. The saliva from her overactive salivary glands, used to coat large prey for easier swallowing, also work excellently as a sexual lubricant. She had applied an ample amount to her hole before approaching the werewolf.

Damian walks up to the snake's rear coils, he then leans down, noting that her lit is already dripping with some sort of clear liquid. She is already well lubricated, ready to be penetrated. His lust addled mind does not question why this may be. He gives the slit an exploratory sniff, his senses are overwhelmed by her scent, further clouding his mind. All hesitancy is gone, he moves back and places his clawed hands to either side of her body near the slit. He lifts that part of the snake's rear up so that her slit is at the same level as his cock. Then pulling her towards himself, he penetrates her. His spear-like tip easily splitting her well lubricated folds. The werewolf growls out a moan as his cock enters a hole tighter then anything he had yet experienced. She isn't just tight he realizes, her muscles are actively drawing his cock deeper in.

Taking this as further invitation, Damian rams the entire rest of his cock, minus the knot, into the snake with a snarling moan. He feels the snake shudder as he bottoms out in her depths. He is surprised when she reverses the pull of her muscles, forcing Damian's cock almost all the way back out, before drawing it back in. Damian is impressed by the level of control the snake has over her body, readjusting his grip, he re-doubles his own efforts. The snakes efforts compliment his own, allowing his massive canine erection to reach new depths within her tight confines with every rapid thrust.

The serpent is nearly overwhelmed by the pounding the werewolf is giving her. Every thrust sends shivers of pleasure throughout her body, his furry balls rhythmically slap against her rear coils every time he bottoms out. Still, she manages to match each of the beast's violent intrusions with her own muscles, she has to maintain full control of this encounter if he is to be her dinner. She focuses through the waves of pleasure and slithers her front coils around, bringing her head to the werewolf's tail hole. She must finish preparing her meal for entry into her gullet. Her tongue darts out and enters the asshole of the distracted werewolf. She can tell that he hadn't even noticed her approach. It was starting to look like her plan was going to work.

Damian gasps as the snake's long forked appendage suddenly enters his rear. He doesn't stop his frantic thrusting, he simply widens his stance, welcoming the tongue in. He can feel every movement of the appendage as it explores every inch of his insides, reaching very far indeed. However he also begins to feel an odd pressure building in his bowels, his abdomen begins to bulge slightly. She is clearly pumping his ass full of something, before he can wonder what, the tongue is removed. It is quickly replaced by the very tip of the snake's tail. Damian, being more then on board with this, pushes further on the back stroke of his next thrust, impaling himself on her tail. The natural lubricant does its job and with his next back thrust he ends up with a good 8 inches of snake tail up his ass. The pressure against his prostate sending the werewolf to new heights of pleasure, his mind unable to comprehend anything but sex.

Very happy at the werewolf's eagerness, the serpent simply holds her tail rigidly in place. Allowing the canine to fuck himself silly on the appendage. The werewolf is well and truly distracted and she has him exactly where she wants him. It is time for her to move to the final stage of the plan. Though she has to admit, the mutt is doing an excellent job satiating her sexual needs. She shudders as as the werewolf cock within her spears an especially sensitive spot. But it'd be even better if he ends up as her meal afterwards, she is after all working up quite the appetite. Going completely unnoticed by the rutting werewolf, she moves her front coils upwards off the ground. With her head looming directly over the head and shoulders of her meal, she opens her jaws as wide as they will go and prepares to strike.

Damian is getting close, the urge to bury his knot deep into the snake's abused hole is overwhelming. Her tail is even deeper inside him now. It is crushing his prostate, sending constant tsunamis of pleasure through his white furred body and jet after jet of pre cum into the snake's rear. However he finds that no matter how hard he tries, he just can't quite manage to force his knot into the snake. Damian, now desperate to find his release, redouble his efforts. His hips are a blur, the tail within him is so deep that it is starting to double back on itself. Finally he feels her muscles loosen, allowing him to finally drive his knot home, it instantly begins to swell, locking them together. As his fully engorged wolfhood begins to pump seed into her, he lifts his head to the sky to howl. Instead of sky all he sees is the inside of the duplicitous serpent's maw above, as she strike down with all her might, engulfing his head and shoulders and pinning his arms to his sides.

Looming over the werewolf, the snake strikes down at the same moment that she finally allows his knot to penetrate her. His head and shoulders disappear into her maw, but still she continues pushing downwards as hard as she can. If he manages to break his shoulders free and regains the use of his claws, that will be the end of her. She jerks her coils back and forth, attempting to quickly force the werewolf's body further down her throat, before he can regain any sort of footing.

Damian is shocked, what feels like a massive blow strikes his head and shoulders as his world suddenly goes dark. The howl that had been gathering in his throat dies as his head is suddenly lodged within the entrance to the snake's gullet. After a few moments, realizing what is happening to him, he tries to jerk his shoulders and arms free and bring his claws to bare. This is to no avail, the snake's coils jerk with his body and he just ends up being pulled further in. Damian's mind is racing now, trying to think of a way out, even as his traitorous cock continues to pump his seed into her depths. He moves to brace his feet against the rock he had been sitting on earlier, he will try to use the leverage to pull his shoulders free from her throat. However, before he can attempt this, his feet are lifted off the ground. With his knot stuck fast, and her tail deep inside his ass, the snake is able to easily lift the werewolf off the ground, denying him any leverage. Damian twists and jerks his body, but it is no use. Without leverage there is only so much he can do. His knot is locked deep within the serpent, and her tail is deep within him, and it is not coming out. This is limiting his movements severely, he can't use his full strength without seriously hurting himself. His head, shoulders, arms, and now his torso are being drawn down the reptile's throat, deeper and deeper with every passing moment.

The snake, extremely happy with how things are going, lowers her head to ground level with her nose angled up at the sky. At the same time, her rear coils lift the stuck werewolf up so that he is upside down, his legs and clawed feet flailing helplessly in the air. She continues swallowing the werewolf's torso, her tongue working furiously to coat her meal's white furry body in saliva as he slides further and further down her gullet. Eventually though she hits a snag and is forced to halt her swallowing. She is unable to expel the werewolf's massive engorged knot from her hole. It has ended up being far larger then she expected and no matter how hard she tries to push it out, it will not budge. This is fine though, hey prey by this point is fully immobilized and helpless. She has all the time in the world.

Inside the snake, Damian feels a nearly painful crushing pressure around his knot as the snake tries to expel it. This results in yet another mighty jet of werewolf cum being deposited into the snake's rear end, even as he continues to struggle to free the rest of his body from her front end. Realizing that his knot is stopping him from being drawn further in, Damian's struggles increase and he growls out furiously. He tries to dig his claws into the walls of her throat, but his hands are far too tightly constricted and this has little effect. Outside the snake, his clawed feet manage to get a few strikes in on her body, but these are really nothing more then surface scratches, he can find no purchase. After 20 minutes of this struggling, Damian is beginning to tire and his knot begins to soften.

The snake savors the continued struggling of her prey, finding immense pleasure in the muffled growls she can hear coming from within her. She accepts the few nicks and scratches the trapped werewolf is able to inflict, the pitiful attempts amusing her more then a little. As far as she is concerned he can struggle all he wants, his fate is already sealed. After some time she finally feels like the werewolf's impressive knot had reduced in size enough for her to expel it and she does so at a moment of her choosing. As the wolf cock finally leave her depths she simultaneously pulls her tail out of his ass, pulling her rear coils away entirely as she snaps her jaws shut around Damian's legs. His legs are still kicking, still struggling but the movements are weaker then before and he still finds no purchase. The snake greedily wraps her tongue around the werewolf's cock as it passes through her maw. She strips the proud canine member of all excess sexual juices and then tilts her head back to continue her swallowing. The werewolf's crotch and thighs disappear down the snake's gullet next. As they do, Damian's still erect cock scrapes along the top of the entrance to her throat before being forced flat between his thighs as it too is swallowed down, knot and all.

The werewolf's white furry legs and feet are finally able to pass all the way into the snake's maw, sealing Damian inside for good. Tilting her head back all the way, with a final strained gulp, the snake manages to swallow her large meal down the rest of the way. Pushing the massive bulge that is the werewolf further into her body to be digested. With her sexual needs satisfied and her hunger more then satiated, the snake settles down in the clearing to begin the process. She won't be going anywhere fast, the horny canine had been a very large meal for her as the extremely obvious werewolf shaped bulge in her body clearly shows. This is fine though, again, she has time. Soon enough he will be nothing but a pile of expelled bones on the ground. The rest of him will either become a part of her, or will be excreted as waste through the same hole that the werewolf had so foolishly knotted earlier.

Meanwhile, inside the snake, Damian is helpless. His body is being constricted from all sides as the snake's powerful muscles begin to work him over, beginning to digest his muscular white furred body. He can't move an inch and he is pretty sure that he is starting to run out air. There is nothing else he can try to save himself, he is a failure. He had fallen for a pitifully simple trick, he has become snake food. Just as he is falling fully into despair, accepting his fate, Damian hears a voice in his head:

“ You know, you have REALLY fucked up, and in more ways then one, " the voice says, scorn evident in its growling tone.

“ Great, I really am running out of air, I'm starting to hallucinate, " Damian thinks to himself.

“ Not quite yet, " the voice says in reply. “I am Fenrir, the creator and guardian deity of all wolves, and that of course includes foolish little werewolves that get themselves eaten by snakes, such as yourself. You would have communed with me for the first time once you completed your training and had become a full member of your pack. YOU didn't make it that far though _, did you? So here I am, talking with your sorry ass,_ in your head,_ while_ this simple reptile begins to digest your honed killing machine of a body."

Too stunned to reply, Damian says nothing.

“ Look, I am not here in your head just to ridicule you for ending up as snake food right after gaining all the powers of a werewolf. In fact, despite your current situation I do think you have potential. So I am willing to give you a second chance at life, although come to think of it this will be more like your third or fourth chance, huh? Regardless, I won't do anything to save your current body, circle of life, rules of nature and all that, you're snake food. What I can do is create a new body for you and then transfer your consciousness over to it, is that something you'd be interested in ?"

“Y…. ye…. yess sir…. mighty…. God….. ?" Damian mentally stammers out.

“ Stop it with that shit, " Fenrir interrupts with a snarl, “I don't want you to grovel or bow down before me. I'm not some petty human god, just call me Fenrir. Although this offer does come with several conditions. First off, you will not be reborn in this world. You will be reborn in a world that is very… different from this one in more then one way. For example in this life you managed to fall prey to one of the few creatures capable of swallowing a werewolf whole. In your new world there will be plenty of things that could eat you, SO BE CAREFUL. Second you will not be reborn with access to all your powers and abilities. You will be reborn only having access to your 4 legged feral wolf form and your mind, that is it. You will have to earn everything else back, you may even gain new powers . How do you do that you may ask? I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU! FIGURE IT OUT! Third, you will find a way to return to Earth and then find and eat the snake that is in the process of digesting your current body. Lastly after you have done those three tasks and thus regained my favor, I will need you to do something of a let us say….. personal nature for me. Do you understand these conditions? "

“Ye…. yes Fenrir," Damian says, now he really is running out of air. He is starting to have a hard time thinking.

“GOOD," Fenrir roars, “But know this; if you stray from your path or get eaten again I'll bring you before me one way another just so that I can eat you myself. I'll devour you, spit out your bones and then shred your soul into a thousand pieces. NOW AWAKEN! And remember NEVER again knot a snake, IDIOT!"

…. To Be Continued