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Splicer slunk in the shadowy basement's hallway. The intel was right, whoever owned this creepy mansion wasn't home, and based on some of the other weird rooms he had already cased, definitely a wizard. They were always so overconfident, believing their magical traps would be more than enough to protect their house; they never bought more than a basic lock. Not that the kind of lock mattered to the wolf, anything was pickable just as every trap could be disabled by his paw. He charged premium rates for a reason. His paw gently tapped the door in front of him, testing it for something that felt off. He wasn't exactly sure why but he had a sixth sense for danger, that sense told him the door was clear so he swung it open. The wizard's main study.

“Jackpot!" Splicer whispered excitedly as he took his first step into the room. The moment his paw touched the cool stone a small shock of electricity flowed through his body.

Splicer sunk into the darkness. His mind raced with questions. What was that? How did he not feel that coming? Where was he now? Splicer sunk deeper into the inky black, for how long he wasn't sure but long enough that his mind started to run out of thoughts to dwell on, instead just focusing on the swirling black all around him.

“Someone has been a bad boy I see…" The effeminate voice broke into Splicer's head from somewhere above.

“Hello?" The wolf tried to make his body rise up through the shadow to see who was speaking but he couldn't move.

“Hello small wolf." The face of a sheep pierced the darkness, peering down at him. “And welcome to my home. I hope you enjoy the stay. If you don't, I'll just make you!"

Before Slicer could even react the face disappeared and a giant paw grabbed him, raising him up out of the darkness surrounding him.

He blinked once and twice, trying to regain his bearings. In front of him was a grey wolf, encased in a large glass cylinder, frozen in time. They were massive compared to him, Towering in front of him, looking down at him with empty, glossed over blue pupils like there was nothing behind them. He noticed a familiar blue marking falling down from their cheek, strikingly similar to his own. It was his own! He scanned the wolf's robes, then the arms to see the same electric blue veins running up the left one. It was him for sure.But if he was there, then where was he? He needed to get away from wherever he was. From his perspective he was sitting on a giant desk, covered in parchment and quills. He ran over to the edge, but his paws were awkward on the end of his legs and when he tried to stop at the edge he found himself sliding off. Spinning around in the air he watched as the ground grew closer, closer, closer. His body stabilised and he was flying headfirst towards his definite end. He closed his eyes, putting his arms in front of his face in a vain attempt to brace himself.

Then nothing, the feeling of falling and sound of wind rushing through his ears went away. He timidly opened an eye trying to figure out what happened. He was upside down on his head. He brought his paws to his face, they were little nubs on the end of stubby arms, looking oddly soft. He flipped himself over onto his feet and toddled over to the cylinder holding the giant version of himself, peering into the glass surface to find his reflection staring back. It was a poor facsimile of his own image, everything was rounder and stubbier than it should have been. His eyes were little blue beads with his eye marking crudely sewn in. Maybe the worst part was his outfit, instead of the sleek black cloak he had been wearing it had been substituted with a bright pink dress.

“The hells? Am I dreaming?" He mused as he reached behind himself, grabbing the tag sticking off his right thigh to confirm his suspicions, he was in fact somehow a plushie version of himself.

“For yourself? Sadly not. For me? Perfectly timed. I was just looking for a new test subject! Helps when they're extra cute too. Bal, pleased to make your acquaintance." That voice that called to him in the darkness added with an inflection at the end.

Splicer whirled around, it was that sheep, but much larger. They were grinning down at him, The tip of his ears might have come up to the sheep's knees, if that.

“What do you mean test subject?"

“As you can probably tell, you are, how do I put this lightly? Well… quite dead."

“Dead? What? Bullshit!" Splicer couldn't have succumbed to such a fate as a little shock taking him out. Besides, if he were dead, how was he still here?

“Afraid so, you walked onto a quite powerful rune I created for particularly good snoopers. Wizards love our secrets and all that. That said it's a reversible death, which is why I'm keeping your physical body preserved while I do a little, soul experimentation." The sheep added with a giggle at the end.

“Nope, no. No this is not happening, put me back in my body right now!" Splicer anxiously demanded, stomping a plush paw on the ground.

“Trust me, I will! Once I figure out how to do that. Like I said, experimenting still."

“Great, amazing, wonderful! Oh great wizard of plushies… Who can't even reverse their own spells."

“Hey this is cutting edge work I'm doing, besides, you were the one who broke into my home. What were you trying to do? Stealing? Were you sent by someone?"

Realising he had been caught, Splicer did the only thing he knew in these kinds of situations. He booked it for the door, running as fast as he could as the sheep laughed, sauntering slowly, easily keeping up with the small legs and uncoordinated movements of the animated plushie.

“Ha, cute! Anyways…" Bal's cheery tone suddenly became darker as he plucked the plush off the ground, pinning it to the wall. “Who sent you?"

“I'll never talk!" Splicer would have spit in the sheeps face if he had any saliva. Hell he didn't even have a mouth, which made him question how he was even able to talk through the sewn on permanent smile he had on.

“Very well I suppose I'll have to make you then…" Bal reached over to his desk, taking out a massive fountain pen, jamming it deep into the plush wolf's thigh.

Splicer howled in pain, but then realised it didn't even hurt. Sure he could feel the quill inside him moving around in his stuffing, but it was more of a far off tickle than anything else.

“Hey stop that! It feels weird."

“Wait, you felt that?" The sheep did stop the assault, pulling the feather out with a look of shock. “Wonderful!"

The sheep set the plush on the desk, furiously jotting notes down with the pen he had just stuck in the wolf.

“What's so wonderful? I thought you were trying to torture me?" He asked, looking at the words being written. They must have been in another language because the wolf couldn't understand a single one.

“No, I was trying to scare you. I didn't think you'd feel anything at all. At least, the others didn't…" The sheep muttered under his breath.

“Wait others? I thought you said that you couldn't reverse this?"

“I can't."

“Where are the others then?" Splicer asked, nervously eyeing around the room.

“Moving on…" Bal quickly shut the wolf down, before laying his body down and pushing a finger over the pink dress, right where the wolf's heart would be. “What do you feel?"

“Sort of electricity? Or like, butterflies in your stomach?" Splicer responded, unsure of exactly what was happening.

“Perfect, you can feel your soul teether that strongly?" Bal asked, suddenly that darker tone came back in. “If I sever that, your souls will cease to be tethered to this mortal plane. Knowing that, I will ask again. Who. Sent. You?"

Bal pushed down harder, the electricity turned into a burning sensation that spread through his stuffing, as if he was being coated in icy fire.

“No! Ok, ok, OK!" Splicer cried out, pushing that large finger away, ready to talk. “It was the wizard's guild, they knew you were doing unsanctioned stuff on your own and wanted information."

“Alright then, I suppose they wouldn't have given you much information. To show my test subject some gratitude, I'll give you something in return."

“My body back?" Splicer said, crossing his plush arms across his chest.

“Not quite… Have you ever heard of a soulgasm before?"

Splicer was too confused to respond, as the giant paw picked him up and carried him to the adjacent room his mind was still trying to piece together what a soul orgasm could even entail. The feeling of his seams being cut just below his tail made him quit pondering. He was set down on a bed and the sheep was over top of him casually ripping his seams out. Shuffling away, he didn't get far before the sheep's paw easily pinned his small form to the bed, the other paw still expertly clipping away with a thread cutter. Splicer could see a small puff of white stuffing sticking out of his ass as he was crudely drug to the edge of the bed.

“My turn~" Bal teased as he took off the grey sweater covering his chest before sliding his pants off his hips. Splicer's eyes widened, the sleek figure would have gotten him hard if he still had a dick but the thing that scared him was between the sheep's hips. The long rod was wedged in between the sheep's small thighs and from a distance it would probably be mistaken for a third leg.

Bal opened his thighs, letting his dick sprung up, still hardening as he gave it a playful shake.

“Finally letting it out to breathe…" He mumbled before slapping it onto the bed next to the plushie. It towered over his head, nearly as thick as his entire midsection. “Now onto the fun."

“No, not onto the fu-" Splicer got his voice cut off with his own. “Fuck me!"

“If you insist…"

“Wait no I did-" Cut off again. “Yes I did! I want you to use me like the toy I am!"

“So eager~" Bal obliged, knowing full well he had forced the wolf into saying those things.

Splicer felt his new hole being stretched open wide as the flare pushed into him. He felt his stuffing move, some slowly popping out as the dick wormed its way deeper inside him. It didn't hurt, thankfully. It did feel incredibly weird all the same though. Like he was being filled up but getting progressively emptier as more of his stuffing fell out and grasped around the sheep's near horse cock. He wondered if he needed that stuffing, like would he die if he lost too much? Was it like some kind of blood equivalent to him? Furthermore-

Splicer's brain stopped as the flared ring brushed up against his soul tether. Suddenly his body exploded with feeling. Static, heat, need, all the feelings flowed from the sheep's cock directly into the wolf's mind, no, his very soul was getting hammered away at as the sheep pulled out of the plush. Empty, only empty. He needed that feeling again. He was given that feeling, over and over as he stared upwards, directly into the piercing pink eyes of the sheep, ablaze with domination over the soul held in their paws.

Splicer felt everything drift away, each thrust turning into what he imagined could serve as a substitute for his heart. Pound after pound his consciousness began to slowly drift within himself, into a sea, the same bright electric colour as the blood in his veins. Each thrust made the blue sea turn a dark crimson, lasting longer and longer with each repetition. What was that red colour breaching him? It was more red than blue now, why? He started having these feelings come out of nowhere. Domination, the need to control anything with a pulse, even things without them had to be under their paw. He needed to be under their paw, forever.

This was the sheep's feelings? Where were they all buried, and why were they coming out inside the wolf now? Splicer pondered the question for a while before the answer came to him.

Submit.

The single word filled his everything. He was meant to submit? It felt right. But as the blue came back, his resistance did as well. No, he could hold off, he wasn't just going to let some wizard fuck with his soul so easily. He could hold onto himself more than anything else. He always had. Another wave of red came, washing out the resistance with another proposition.

Aren't you tired?

His mind was reeling from the conflicting emotions.

Tired of running around in the streets like some lost puppy? Always having to watch your back? Never knowing where or when your next meal will be? Be mine, I'll make sure you never worry again.

Blue came back. They were lying, had to be. He wasn't some lost puppy, he was the best thief in the thieves' guild. Still, some nights he would be a little hungry. Plus it didn't help that being a top ranker in the guild meant you needed to worry about more than outside competition trying to take you out. All the same, he chose this life and something about the sheep's red aura was wrong. It felt overwhelming in an unnatural way. The magic was too strong, it had to be something more than mortal, maybe demonic? He wasn't sure, the thought terrified him.

Give in…

The red felt so good, he could feel it slowly chipping his will away. The voice was a never ending clawing at everything that made the wolf himself, instead vying to replace it with docile subservient. If he couldn't find some way to resist, it would be over, soon. He could still see what was happening to him, but it was like he was watching it happen to someone else from far away. Those eyes, never breaking contact with his own as the sheep continued pounding away, tight grip on his plush form. His insides were more sheep dick than stuffing at this point. It was close. The voice in his head grew louder, his panic rose steadily. Red dominion crashed into the conflict of his will as he heard the sheep let out a soft moan. What stuffing was left inside was quickly covered in hot sticky cum as it flowed inside him and out of his loose hole in waves of white. White, red, blue, the wolf felt sick, sick at how good it all felt, how right it was as the colours spun together. Ecstatic bliss filled his very souls as he sunk down deep into the mixed sea of colours until he reached the very bottom of it all.

Splicer was still reeling from having his very soul fucked in such an intense way. When he sat up he was still encompassed all around in the bright purple but the purple was receding as he slowly came back into focus. What he was left with was a sorry sight. His own plushie body, still dripping with cum was sloppily discarded on the floor in a pile of sticky stuffing.

Wait, If my body is there? Splicer thought, looking down at his paws. He almost sobbed when he saw his plush paws.

“How are you feeling?" Bal asked, laying on the bed in his own post orgasmic bliss.

“I feel… weird. Whatever you did to me didn't work." Splicer said, unsure if what he said was really true.

“Is that so? So how do you feel about what I did then?"

Splicer paused, trying to find the words. He should be pissed, rightfully so. But he couldn't be. He looked inside himself for an answer but nothing came. All he could see was purple swirling around in his head.

“I should hate you, but I just can't. I-I mean I guess I would be dead, because you killed me but at least you saved my life. In your own twisted way…"

“Don't forget the cute new body~"

“Yeah! I mean, no! I still want my old body back!" Splicer crossed his arms realising the sheep had put him back in a new body, with a bright purple dress, did Bal know about the colours thing?

“In due time. Until then I need you to do a couple more experiments. I'd ask if you're game but you have no choice now, do you?"

Splicer would blush if he could, his eyes shot down to his paws and he kicked the table he stood on. He wanted to say no, he really did, but the words wouldn't form in whatever constituted his throat. He kept a silent muzzle as he nodded yes.

“Very good, new toy! We'll have so much fun together! I don't even need to worry about breaking you. Not your body anyways, can always just whip up a new body afterall. Breaking your soul though… We might have a few more fun sessions in store yet…" Bal winked as he reached down and grabbed his semi hard dick, waving it at the plushie playfully.

Splicer swallowed hard. He knew the sheep was serious. Despite how he should have been terrified there was one voice, distant, in the back of his consciousness. It was begging to be broken. It had to be residuals left by the demonic sheep's essence. Afterall, it couldn't be his own voice.

It couldn't be, is that so little wolf toy?