Chapter 17 by Coy-toy

Are you in time?

You aim and!

Even with only a split second to react, You don’t want to waste your shot, bringing up your weapon to fully aim as the painter pounces. In the time it takes for you to line up the shot, she’s ontop of you, claws out, swimming aside the gun and landing a blow on your shoulder as she knows you over.

Your outfit quickly reacts to her claws, molding to bind that arm bent upward as she’s now pinned you to the ground on your back. She doesn’t stop there, cruelly chuckling as she holds you by your throat, letting her see the fear in your eyes before squeezing with her claws.

That must have registered as a kill blow, your suit now fully crawling in transformation over your whole body, bonding and molding you beneath the beautiful feline.