No Greater an Image

A single finger lifted Titus’s chin, guiding the petite timber wolf’s gaze upward. At the insistence of the naga’s dripping, shimmering black digit, Titus’s attention rose higher and higher, drifting along those slick, dripping purple scales, past two pairs of powerful arms, up to his friend’s face, whereupon his attention was almost immediately stolen by the serpent’s hood.

Try as he might to focus on the patterns adorning his friend’s hood, Titus couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus. The swirling magenta circles on the naga’s hood seemed to drip and meld into the cyan backdrop they adorned. Each time he fixated on a single point, his eyes were drawn to a slow trickle of that ever-present thick goop that made up his friend’s body, and he was left staring slack-jawed at the swirling patterns of his friend’s intricate design.

“Like what you see?” Jaga asked with a smirk, breaking Titus from his reverie.

“Y-Yeah,” the wolf responded with a grin. “Gosh, I never realized how complex your patterns are…”

“Oh, they’re not too complex, just some circles,” Jaga explained, crossing his arms. “Here, why don’t you look at my eyes instead?” he suggested, lowering his torso down closer to the wolf’s height. The timber wolf was vaguely aware of Jaga’s twin shafts beginning to emerge from his slit, but that didn’t seem important right now. Yes, it was better to just focus on Jaga’s suggestion and gaze into his eyes. The naga knew his own body best, after all.

With considerable effort, Titus peeled his eyes away from that cyan hood, struggling to focus on those serpentine eyes. But as he stared, Titus was surprised to find the same swirling, pulsing motions defined not only Jaga’s hood, but his eyes as well! The little brown wolf didn’t know how long he stood slack-jawed, lost in those vibrant eyes until eventually, Jaga was speaking again.

“That’s it, Titus,” he cooed. “You love this, don’t you?”

“I, uh, I do,” the wolf stammered out, struggling to form the words. “Thank you…”

“Thank me for what?” Jaga asked, resting his head upon his upper pair of hands. One of his lower hands had begun to tease around his slit, occasionally running a finger along the lengths of his emerging shafts.

“For letting me…” Titus began to reply. However, it wasn’t long until he’d lost his train of thought – his friend’s dripping, swirling, undulating beauty took every measure of attention the little wolf could offer, leaving scarcely any room for other thoughts. “For letting me… admire you,” he fumbled out eventually.

“Oh, is that right?” the large naga replied, licking his lips with a long, forked purple tongue. “Well, I could let you do more than admire if you’d like,” he offered with a devilish grin.

“Please!” Titus gasped out. “Anything for you… Sir…”

By this point, the naga’s shafts had emerged in all their glory: two long, tapered cocks, both covered with pleasurable ridges. Those twin members were black at the base, though the hue steadily shifted to a vibrant gold at their tips. A shimmering, coppery precum had begun to drip from their tips, the large male’s natural lubricant serving as obvious evidence of his own excitement.

“I could offer you the same beauty and potency, little one. You could be like me and carry my young,” Jaga offered the wolf.

“I would love that,” Titus responded quickly. “Anything for you!”

“Turn around,” Jaga instructed, pleased to find Titus obeying without hesitation. The serpent easily lifted the little canine, lowering him down towards his twin shafts. While his two upper arms maneuvered Titus with ease, one of his lower hands adjusted his cocks, pointing one towards the wolf’s glistening pussy and the other towards his tight ass.

Feeling his tips press against the slender male’s holes, Jaga began to slowly push into Titus. The wolf let out a soft groan of bliss as he began to stretch around the snake’s twin shafts. His mind was filled with nothing but need, the desire to be molded to whatever form Jaga would find most pleasing. Titus knew taking Jaga’s thick shafts would help him towards this goal, and he was more than happy to oblige.

As Jaga pressed in deeper, he pressed the purple scales of his underbelly more firmly against Titus’s body. The wolf’s mind was already so pliable, and his body was growing more pliant to match. Bristly brown hairs were steadily replaced with warm, dripping purple goo as the serpent’s essence flooded the little wolf’s body.

Soon enough, Jaga had pushed his cocks in deep enough to fill the newly-minted goo wolf with his young. Letting out a pleasured sigh, he began to deposit his eggs into the smaller male. Each gooey egg stretched his cock so wonderfully as they pushed through his urethra, steadily filling Titus’s womb. A hand reached out to rub the wolf’s swelling belly as it bulged outward with its burgeoning, virile contents.

Soon enough, the wolf had transformed fully under Jaga’s ministrations, his goopy hide a combination of his original brown hues and his friend’s shimmering purple. His eyes were filled with the same cyan swirls he had admired so fervently, and his belly was heavily swollen with his friend’s large clutch.

“How does that feel? Do you like your new body?” Jaga hissed into his friend’s ear.

“Sir, I love it,” Titus murmured. “There’s no greater gift I could have asked for.”