A powerful wolf with eyes of sapphire and a heavy knotted cock, a bow strapped across his broad back and his long hair dancing behind him in the wind as he stalked his prey. A moment captured in time and in stone, but looking so real Kenneth could almost imagine it coming to life.
Kenneth stumbled over toward the statue, basking in its beauty and feeling himself growing more and more aroused by the second. He began to stroke himself off, dripping precum onto the altar in front of the statue, and feeling the jaguar’s soft paws helping out by tweaking his nipples and gently nibbling his earlobe. Before long, Kenneth was wracked by the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced, feeling as if every drop of cum in his whole body was being drained out of him, splattering the stone altar with rope after rope of his human essence, which evaporated into the air the moment it touched the ground.
A tingling feeling spread through Kenneth’s body, centered around his dick. As his balls filled up with wolf sperm to replace his humanity, his cock started to reshape, gaining a deep reddish color and a slight point. A bulge began to swell at its base as his knot proudly formed and throbbed in excitement, and a fuzzy sheath formed to give his new wolf cock a bit of protection. The fur around his sheath began to spread outward, coating his balls before spreading further.
The fur moved down his legs, and everywhere this gray wave touched grew toned and muscular, perfect for moving unseen through the treetops or the bushes. The fur reached his feet, which twisted into powerful wolf paws, claws pushing out and clicking against the stone floor while soft pads cushioned his steps on the bare ground. The fur moved up, and Kenneth’s already toned chest grew broader and more muscular, covered in soft gray fur, flecked with brown and with a patch of creamy white running down the center of his pecs. Perky nipples just barely poked of his thick fur, which Mark continued to stroke gently as he watched his friend continue to change. Mark licked his lips and gave one nipple a sudden tweak, making Kenneth growl and twitch as a thick tail burst its way out of his back, covered with fur and waving elegantly behind him.
As fur spread down his arms, Kenneth’s biceps grew even more powerful with the strength needed to draw back a bow or wrestle a beast to the ground, and his hands grew large and strong as well before powerful claws pushed out from his fingertips. And finally, the fur flowed over Kenneth’s face, which pushed forward into a long wolf’s muzzle, tipped with a wet black nose and with sharp teeth poking out slightly from between his lips. His eyes glowed bright blue as his eyesight grew sharper, even in the dim light of the temple, and finally his ears were tugged themselves high up onto his head, growing pointed at the same time as his senses heightened a thousandfold.
A wave of dark brown hair cascaded down his shoulders, smooth and sleek, and he felt his jaguar companion placing a golden necklace around his neck, decorated with the teeth of numerous beasts and studded with precious stones. “You are complete,” whispered the jaguar, the Lover, his friend Mark. All Kenneth could do was nod, basking in the power that filled his body as he tried to understand what had just happened to him. He had changed, but he still felt like himself... yet at the same time, he felt a duty forcing its way into his head, a need to lead and rebuild a civilization that had fallen long ago. His mind was filling up by the minute with knowledge of this island, its flora and fauna, its geography, and the skills of the hunter.
Finally, the voice that had spoken to him before rumbled though the temple once again.
“You are now the Hunter, my chosen one, clever and unrelenting in the hunt. Providing for your companions and guarding the precious lore of the jungle. Your duty is not yet done, however. Bring the final two to me, for only with all four can I be restored.”
Kenneth the Hunter pulled himself to his feet, feeling a sly grin sneak onto his wolfish face, foreseeing the hunt ahead of him and Mark. He leaned in to kiss his friend and lover a second time, feeling invigorated as their tongues wound their way around each other’s. Night was falling, and the cover of night was when both of their powers would be at their peak; the Hunter’s strength was in lurking in the shadows, while the Lover’s would be in the beds of his old friends.