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Kaven the wolf sat in silence, hidden between the bushes lining two properties. He had a pair of binoculars resting on his snout as he munched on some jerky, his gaze fixated on the house across the road. His body was well hidden by the black clothes he wore in addition to the charcoal and chocolate color of his fur. He had been scoping out this location for weeks now and was convinced that he would find some valuable and rare artifacts inside that he could lift and sell.

In the days and weeks leading up to his planned heist, he had discovered a lot of very interesting things about the owner of this particular house, his tastes, his eccentricities, and his interest in the occult. Clarke - the owner and sole resident of the property - had been collecting occultist relics and artifacts that were not only useful, but valuable. Inside, Kaven had managed to see ritualistic masks, staves of power that he theorized were linked to necromancy, gems that housed elements and souls, as well as trinkets that would go well in the more deviant potions one could make.

Though Kaven had absolutely no interest in these items himself - he lacked the skill to use them - he knew that there was quite the black market for such things and he could sell for hundreds of gold a piece. When a single gold coin could feed a person well for a week, selling a gem that contained the spirit of its user for three hundred would literally make him rich. Clarke's home contained dozens of these artifacts and relics, and Kaven could get a decent number of them to sell in one heist.

He had been watching the homeowner's comings and goings, and he knew that Clarke would leave the house for about two hours every night between 1800 and 2000, finishing his day out with friends or enjoying a meal on the town. This would serve as Kaven's entry point, an opening he was waiting to come in the bushes across the road, hidden by the foliage.

The time would soon be upon them, so he put his binoculars away and continued chewing on the jerky, his ears perked to ensure that no passerby threatened to reveal his location. He was here alone and nobody knew he was planning the heist, so he was completely alone, just the way he liked it.

Then, after nearly an hour of waiting, he saw the homeowner exit the house through the front door and walk his way down the sidewalk, bag on his back and a bounce in his step. This was Kaven's opportunity, so the wolf waited until he see Clarke turn the corner before daintily slipping out of the bushes to reveal himself.

While he wore all black, he wasn't wearing a mask of any kind, because he felt that would draw suspicion. His fur was a partially charcoal color, so the black tactical turtleneck and black pants weren't really out of place in any way on him; it made perfect sense to wear clothes that matched his fur color.

Kaven held his head high as he strutted across the street with a confident stride, confident enough to defer any fears people may have if they saw him. He slipped past Clarke's vehicle, hopped the fence, and darted up the steps to the back porch, which gave him easy access to the back door. He had investigated the property quite thoroughly, so he knew the layout and knew that there were no pets on the property that could bark, growl, hiss, or otherwise alert the neighbours to his presence.

He also knew that the home's locks were simple enough to pick and that there were no other countermeasures or security systems in place that would go off. Once he was in, he was safe. That was why he quickly pulled out his lockpick and slipped it into the key hole as he pressed his ear to the door to listen for the clicks. Once he was sure he hit all the right marks, he used a blade to twist the knob, and as expected the door clicked open inward, giving him unfettered access to the property.

Silken and silent in his movements, he slipped through the door and gentle closed it, twisting the handle so that not even the tab touched the door frame before clicking into place. When he turned, he was greeted by a home darkened in its owner's absence, three rooms on one side of the house - presumably all bedrooms - with a kitchen on the other side, the living room ahead of him, and the bathroom in between. Simple layout for a house, but it spoke volumes of its owner.

Three bedrooms in a single story home told Kaven that the other two were going to be full of relics and artifacts for him to lift, while the other one would be for sleeping. There was a basement as well, but given the fact that the only way to it was through a hatch in the floor, that told him that there was nothing of importance there. Mostly just heating units, hot water heater, and some storage. That was the one area of the home he had not been able to investigate without trespassing.

As he crept by the walls that were lined with freaky looking masks, he noticed that the moonlight illuminated them in a way that made them look exceptionally ominous, like their nonexistent eyes were following him. Part of him considered turning them around so that they weren't watching, but his plan involved taking the highest number of smaller items so that he could make the most coin and potentially limit the chances that the homeowner came home and immediately saw the discrepancy.

If he could delay the realization from Clarke that he'd been robbed, there was a chance he could better distance himself from the heist and ensure he never got caught. The key was to not draw attention to oneself regardless of the vast emptiness left in one's wake. The mark of a good thief.

Eager to finally get in to the best and most stocked of the rooms, he slipped into the nearest of the three bedroom doors and carefully stepped into the room. All around him were shelves stocked to the brim with ores, minerals, gems, crystals, and petrified bone, a single desk in the middle with a folded laptop upon its surface.

Kaven was suddenly overwhelmed with the options laid out before him, the sheer volume of plunder to be taken rendering him unable to make a choice. Did he take the gems and risk cracking them as they rubbed together inside his bag? Would the bones have the most value? What gave the best coin count compared to weight? He had no way of knowing, and there were too many chunks of rock and crystal to chose from to test and compare. There was no way he could get a proper inventory of it all in the two hours he had in the home. Ideally, he'd be long gone before even the first hour.

He pulled out his bag from his satchel and unraveled it, revealing its depth. He could almost have curled up inside it, showing that it was quite large, but size was less of a consideration than the weight of the gems and items he would shove into it. Once he'd snapped the bag into place, he stepped up to the nearest of the shelves to get a closer look at the contents scattered upon it.

This was when he realized he might have been out of his depth, and that it was time to perhaps take a look at the second room before deciding what to do or what to take. For all he knew, the second room housed chunks of gold or pure liquid ademane - the fluid used in potions and allowed for magic. He had limited time to browse and decide, and he didn't need to waste it all poring over what looked to be the most valuable of what he saw as generic, samey rocks.

Having decided it was time to get a better look at the rest of the artifacts and gems, Kaven slipped out of the room and slid his way down the hall towards the third of the three rooms; he knew the second one was Clarke's bedroom. He was glancing out the windows to make sure that there were no neighbours looking in, all while keeping his stance low and his bag dangling behind him.

Had he been paying attention to what was behind him, he would have seen the formation of a yellow and black slime that had begun to creep up from the edges of the hatch that led to the basement, bubbling and extending towards him and pulling more of itself from below as it had a mind of its own.

Blissfully unaware of what was forming behind him, he grabbed at the door handle and gave it a bit of a twist, only to hear it click and resist him. Evidently, this door was locked where the rest of the house was left open. This realization made Kaven swell in delight, as it meant that he was about to pick the lock to the room that most certainly had the most valuable of the artifacts and relics inside it.

He got down to one knee and pulled out his lock picking kit again, ready to stealth his way into what he expected to be the mother lode. He pressed his ear up to the side of the door to listen to the clicks, but in his concentration failed to notice the threat forming behind him.

Mere seconds before he was able to use his blade to twist the lock, a hand slithered around his cheek to cover his mouth, silencing him. This naturally prompted him to tense up every muscle in his body at once and push away in an attempt to get away, but the hand held him firm and pinned him against a soft, nude chest of a female feline behind him! He released the lock pick and dropped the bag as his legs kicked and he squirmed while his heart raced and pumped adrenaline through his body!

But it was all for naught, as the grip of the hand remained firm while covering his muzzle and wrapping the thumb around his snout and nose. He tried to kick and struggle again, but found he lacked the will to do much, as he was quickly slipping into a deep sense of dreadful acceptance. Who or whatever it was holding him was stronger than he, and though he usually struggled and resisted, he just couldn't help but calmly relax while the adrenaline flowed and his heart throbbed at a blistering pace.

"It seems you aren't as good a thief as you though, wolf." A sultry female voice spoke directly into his ear from behind. Her body pressed tight against his, squishing and shifting to perfectly match his form. "But that's better for me, isn't it?"

He tried to shake his head, to deny her satisfaction in some way or another, but found he could barely move. Given the circumstances he should have been panicking, he should have been struggling and resisting and doing all he could to fight her off, but he found himself in a semi-lucid, complacent state of acceptance where he couldn't be bothered. In the back of his mind he knew this was strange, but he couldn't muster the will to do anything about it. All he could do was bite at her palm, but found that his teeth pierced her flesh as if it were a gummy worm, forcing some of her into his maw.

She leaned in closer to him, rubbing her cheek behind his ear as her hand gripped him even tighter. Her fingers seemed to seep into his nostrils and gum up his maw between lips and teeth, yet somehow didn't impede his ability to breath. "You really should watch behind you if you don't want to be caught. But no worries there, I've got you now and you will soon be a part of me."

This made Kaven gulp heavily, which filled his throat with the thick slime that was being secreted by her gummy looking fingers. He still couldn't see her form aside from the hand and forearm that was wrapped around his snout, but her declaration that he would soon be a part of her made his mind kick itself into high gear, as that was a bit too terrifying to let slide. He bit down as hard as he could while concentrating all his might in his lower body in an effort to force his way from her grip.

Unfortunately, his assailant had utter control of him and was able to keep complete control over his body. She pulled him in close and flipped him around to slam him onto his back while straddling his waist, hand still covering his muzzle as if she were trying to keep him quiet so as not to be caught. This confused Kaven more than anything else, but he was finally able to see his attacker's full body.

She was a fully naked jaguar, with plump breasts and a sleek, lithe body. Though it was dark in Clarke's home, he could tell that what little moonlight that seeped in through the windows was reflecting off her body, giving her a sheen as if she were covered in latex instead of fur. This was quite confusing, but as he tasted the flavorless gel that came from her palm on his tongue, it gradually became clear that she wasn't made of flesh, but of some form of liquid or goop. However, he didn't have the time or wherewithal to do anything about this revelation before she leaned back down over him with a steely gaze that pierced his soul.

"Tell me, what were your intentions coming to this home, mister wolf? What were you planning on doing? Were you here to steal the many artifacts that summoned me?" She asked, only to lean in and squeeze his muzzle even tighter, ensuring that he was not only incapable of movement, but couldn't hope to answer her. She continued her interrogation. "How were you planning on escaping? It looks like you're trapped here and will never escape, now that I have you in my grasp."

Kaven grunted and tried to get his hand free from her iron grip around his wrist, but she kept him pinned to the ground as the melty bits of her body smothered him and trapped him in place. At the same time, the hand that smothered his muzzle gradually lost its form to become a gelatinous blob that completely covered his muzzle from his nose to the crest between his eyes. Again, he felt the need to panic or to struggle due to the fact that he could feel the tendrils of her slime fingers slipping into his nostrils and down his gullet, which must have been cutting off his ability to breath.

Yet somehow he still felt his chest heaving, sucking in air through the gelatinous mass. In this moment, as he realized that he was fine, he figured he wasn't in any real danger. Sure, that sense of dread never truly left him and he had this swelling anxiety in his chest, but it was countered by an intense sensation of calm and complacency. Despite clearly being in danger, he didn't feel alarmed.

"I suppose it may be too late to share this with you, but it just occurred to me that you're here completely alone. No getaway vehicle, no communication devices, nothing. I can't help but wonder if anyone actually knows that you're here. Perhaps an ally or a companion who is going to burst in any second and save you." She paused to glance back at the door from whence he game, pausing to see if there were any break-ins. When nothing happened, she turned back to Kaven. "It appears not."

Though his will was slowly being drained, Kaven found the spirit needed to resist her once again. This time he tried to bring his knees up to kick her from behind, but then found that his toes were starting to go numb and that his knees were not making any impact upon her. Curious, he tried to squirm his toes about, but couldn't feel anything and wasn't even sure if he was succeeding. Had she made him lose all sensation in his body?

Before he had time to contemplate that, he felt the warmth of her slimy body slithering into his throat and nostrils even deeper, the hand wrapped 'round his muzzle melting into amorphous blob to force tendrils past his cheek and into his ears! She was smothering him, choking him from the inside and there was nothing he could do! He tried to struggle again, but every movement just seemed to make her stronger and more of his body to go numb. His fingertips were without sensation, and now his feet were entirely numb with some of his lower calves losing sensation as well.

"Yes, go ahead and keep struggling, it only makes me stronger. I feed off your motions and your terror, you know, so the more you move and the faster your heart races the more energy I absorb. That is why you haven't been flailing about in a panic, because subconsciously you know it's futile." She leaned into him more as the entire forearm attached to the mass of melted goo on his face started to melt as well, directing more of herself into his throat, nostrils, and ears. Two small tendrils also slid up over his muzzle to worm their way into his eye sockets, making his vision go blurry in the process.

It was then when he started to fear that he may truly not escape the grasp of this molten jaguar. For the most part he had thought that the universe would come to save him, and that there was no way he could be ended in such a way after all the successful heists he'd been a part of in the past. He had plans, he had hopes and dreams, and above all else he had a lot of life in him yet. Despite all that, he could practically feel the life force draining out of his body, as if his extremities were turning to ash and blowing away in the wind.

The fluid jaguar spoke to him again with a sinister grin upon her face, but Kaven had a difficult time understanding her due to the tendrils of her body seeping into his ears. Despite that and the fact that his throat and nose were both filled with tendrils from her body, he could still breathe. "When I'm done with you, none of your body will remain. You will be a part of me, and the only evidence of your existence in Clarke's home will be these sad clothes. Nobody will know where you went or what happened to you, yet you'll be trapped within me, forced to feed my lust and my need for fear."

Kaven tried to blink in order to comprehend what she just said, but that was the exact moment that the jaguar chose to let her entire body melt at once, her fluid features softening as her body's extremities started to slowly smother him in his entirety. The tendrils at the end of her one hand could be seen visibly rushing between his teeth to force its way down his throat while the rest of her turned to liquid and slithered around each of his limbs, wrapping around him like latex.

Her groin, which had been pinning his hips and lower belly down, melted and turned into a set of tendrils that prodded and poked at his belt before pulling his shirt up out of his waist band to expose his belly and the plump mass that was his sheath. All at once, tendrils of fluid wrapped around his ankles, wrist, the base of his tail, and even onto his groin, the silken sheet of her body wedging itself in between his fur and his tight clothes.

The last thing he could see before her fluid features extended to completely cover his eyeballs was a distinct yet peculiar mass of black fluid swirling around inside the liquid tendrils, apparently being siphoned out of his lungs and belly from within his torso only to extend and cover him, all framed by the visage of her expression melting into a nondescript bulge of smooth yellow gel. At that point, the thin layer of liquid jaguar covered his face like a mask and squeezed him tight, leaving him no room to breathe or move, the fluid numbing his ears, nose, tongue, and eyes. He was completely trapped and encapsulated, lost in himself without the ability to see, hear, taste, or smell anything.

Though he may not have been able to use four of his senses, he still was able to feel what she was doing to him. His fingers, toes, and tail tip were slowing being numbed with that same sensation creeping up his limbs, but that seemed to amplify the sensitivity he felt in his torso, groin, and sheath. This left him barely able to move, unable to resist, and completely subdued by her, but he was not in pain of any kind. In fact, in an odd twist, he actually felt a tingling sensation akin to the afterglow of a powerful and deep orgasm.

Most notably, he could feel multiple tendrils of her torso snaking and slithering around his crotch, with extended straps wrapping around his upper thighs and squeezing his legs while also extending themselves to cover his balls. At the same time, he also felt a series of them prodding at the opening to his sheath before diving in, wrapping around his cock within to fill the space between shaft and the soft flesh of the sheath that kept him modest.

Despite this being a decidedly unsexy situation, the loss of feeling in his extremities and the enhanced sensations in his midsection were making him feel an overbearing tingle, that afterglow pleasure that came during and after tying with a loving mate. He felt her tendrils slip in deeper to his sheath and wrap around his knot, squeezing and tugging while a few folds of her body hugged the sheath tight to his lower belly, pinning it in place while soaking into his fur.

In fact, that same thing was happening all over his body. As he flexed and resisted only to find he was completely immobile, her fluid body had completely soaked into his fur and hardened to make him feel like he'd been dipped in wax, only without the scalding pain. Her body had slipped through his clothes so that she was basically replacing him within the garments, with her many tendrils and extended straps of jaguar all wrapping around his torso all at once.

What shocked him most of all was that, as he lost more and more of the sensitivity in his limbs, he was growing so sensitive in the groin that the throbbing and pulsing of her tendrils pumping into him and filling his sheath with her body was actually bringing him onto the verge of orgasm. He could feel his cock swelling and his knot expanding inside, only to be squeezed so tight by her fluid body that he couldn't quite hit that climax, leaving him in an odd, prolonged state of combined afterglow and that brisk five second plateau of pleasure immediately before tying and enjoying that first burst of orgasm.

And that was where he was left, bridging on either side of the climax that he was teased with as her body constricted him from all angles at once. He could feel her body seeping into him as a tingle enveloped every part of him from ear to tail tips, from toe claws to fingers, and most importantly in the groin. The numbness had been replaced with a full bodied drone of a tingle that reminded him of sexual afterglow, which still shocked him as he harbored that deep rooted fear despite feeling that urge in him.

Then, out of nowhere, his eyes opened and he was able to once again see, only now his vision was crisp and not hindered by the dark. He could 'feel' his body, but only as a non-physical entity floating in a womb or in space; he was aware of his surroundings as his visual and audio senses returned, but he felt only that edging delight throughout and was unable to smell or taste at all.

Before he could do anything, he rolled to his feet and stood up, brushing himself off. This may have seemed normal, but he wasn't the one doing it, his body was moving autonomously! Furthermore, he could see that his arms had been replaced with skinnier, glistening yellow and black while his tail was now long and thin instead of thick and bushy. Best he could tell, he'd been completely and utterly replaced by the female jaguar, and was somehow still alive despite having his body completely assimilated inside and out!

She looked at her hand and wiggled her fingers, purring deeply before quickly peeling his shirts, gloves, pants, and satchel off his body, leaving her nude form standing tall and delicately in the hall with a pile of clothes on the floor around her, tail flicking and droplets of her fluid mass threatening to drip off without ever parting away from her form.

"Kaven? That's your name?" She said, voice sounding somewhat deeper to him now. "Interesting name, but you're part of me, now; you shall henceforth be known as Valerie." She bent over to grab his clothes and bunch them up in a ball before tossing them in a bag, which she then dumped in a hamper in the first room that Kaven had entered upon slipping into the home.

"I'll probably just burn that later. Maybe get Clarke to dispose of it far away from here. Either way, Kaven, I welcome you to my home, where you will feed me though your lust and fear. Don't worry, you won't perish, but you will live only within me for the foreseeable future, reformed only long enough to please me before being absorbed once again. I hope you have the stamina to satisfy me." She then stood over the hatch to the basement and let her entire body melt, the resulting goop slithering and shifting in place to find the crack and disperse into it.

This was when Kaven realized that his entire body had been somehow dissolved into her, because despite her melting back down, there was no evidence of him left in her wake.

He truly was a part of her now, his consciousness lost to her and his will dissipated into nothing.