Rogues Shouldn't Steal Kobold Rum (TFTG)

 Rogues Shouldn't Steal Kobold Rum

Originally posted on FA on: Feb 6, 2021 

Yet another fantasy transformation story about an arrogant adventurer ending up transformed and with their personality altered, this time written for Blueclayman to go with a lovely full color picture he did as a trade, inspired by the previous 'adventure + alcohol = monster girl' series. 

CW: Hypnosis, TFTG, Mental Changes, Implied Sex, Dubious Consent (due to Mental Changes) 

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Rogues Shouldn't Steal Kobald Rum

Kaster grunts as he heaves the last of the heavy casks into the back of the party's wagon, hardwood creaking as it knocks against its fellows. The wagon groans under the weight of both drink and gold, but fine dwarven craftsmanship ensures it would not buckle. A good thing to as no sooner has the sloshing from within the cask settles then another heavy golden statuette is dropped alongside the rest of the loot. Seeing this, Kaster sighes and askes, “Really?”

“What do you mean ‘really’?” Nathaniel Shadowfoot demands glaring up at the tall human cleric. “Just because you're too good for money doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t have to eat!” He looks back at the massive treasure hoard and sighs wistfully. “Besides we are already leaving so much beautiful, precious gold behind…”

Kaster rolls his eyes at the elven rogue. “Just because my life is not entirely dedicated to the acquisition of wealth doesn’t mean I don’t want to be paid. But firstly, we are already leaving with enough to make us all wealthy men for the rest of our lives! And with the dragon slain and the cavern entrance hidden, all of this treasure will remain safe till we can return for it.” He points at the statuette. “Assuming that is, that we don’t overload the wagon and end up stuck out here! Now put that thing away, it looks incredibly heavy!”

“It's heavy cus it's valuable!” Nathaniel whines. “And I can’t leave it here or the kobolds will steal it!”

“Oh for the love of- This again?” Kaster throws up his hands. “For the last time, those dear creatures have been NOTHING, but kind and generous to us! They let us camp with them, showed us the secret entrance and were good enough to overlook the fact that even after they GAVE US enough drink to last the whole way back and then some, that you STILL felt the need to rob them of their chieftains private reserve!”

“Hey that was his fault for being so stingy with us!” Nathaniel snaps back. “A generous host would have just given us the good stuff in the first place! Besides, the stuff you’ll be drinking is probably poisoned, so we’ll see who has the last laugh then!”

“What's with you and kobolds man?” Doren asks, the towering half orc returning after having cut a horn from the dragon’s head as proof of the party's victory. “Why are you so sure they are out to screw us over?”

“Because that’s what kobolds do!” Nathaniel shouts. “They are all a bunch of cowardly, shiftless thieves with no respect for anyone! You all act like they are just like anyone else, but deep down they are heartless reptiles who don’t feel love or loyalty or anything like decent folks do! Any kobold who seems affectionate is just playing coy, waiting for a chance to get something out of you, trust me.”

“Sounds like projection.” Doren mutters out of the side of his mouth and Kaster chuckles, making Nathaniel’s face go red.

“Just you wait and see.” Nathaniel proclaims darkly, “We are going to come back here and those sneaky lizards will have stolen a thousand, no TWO THOUSAND gold pieces from this hoard!”

He waves his hand around at the sea of treasure surrounding them. The human and half orc just look to one another and roll their eyes. “Well if that happens, I’ll make sure you're compensated from my share, okay?” Kaster promises. “Don’t want you starving on us now, do we?”

“Speaking of which, we have a lot to drink and plenty of gold, but our food supplies aren't doing as well.” Doren points out. “So might be a good idea to head out now, assuming you two aren’t going to keep arguing about that little statue?”

“Oh fine, Nathaniel can keep it.” Kaster sighs. “So long as that’s the last of it for this trip.”

“Well…” Nathaniel’s eyes roam across the hoard till his eyes alight upon a golden amulet set with a fist sized ruby. “Just one more!”

“Oh no you don’t!” Kaster barks, but before he can grab the slippery rogue he’s already darted off to snatch up the last piece of treasure. “Damn it, if you try and pocket every last shiny trinket around here, we’ll end up sitting on this gold till we starve!”

“Don’t get your holy panties in a bunch.” Nathaniel sNathanielers as he pockets the amulet. “This one’s just got a certain feel to it, you know? I have a hunch it’ll be worth ALLOT to the right buyer.”

“Come on you two, quit your bitching and let's move!” Doren yells, hopping onto the wagon and giving the reins a light slap. “Last cart out of the dragon's lair is leaving now!”

“Oh shit!” Nathaniel shouts and rushes to leap onto the back of the wagon, followed shortly by Kaster, the pair awkwardly wedging themselves into the limited space left between the piles of loot.

The ride out of the lair proves far less hazardous than the one coming in, unsurprising as the bodies of the dragons' wicked minions show little sign of reanimation, proof that the curse upon the land had truly been lifted by the monster's death. To honor the occasion Kaster attempts to lead his fellows in a prayer of thanks, but soon gives up as while Doren at least puts in a token effort to humor the cleric, Nathaniel continuously interrupts him by loudly asking which pieces of treasure the others want to keep as part of there share.

“You know, it’s unwise to spite the gods.” Kaster warns as Nathaniel shoves a handful of emeralds into his already overflowing pockets. “We have been blessed to have come so far without suffering serious losses, a little humility in the face of that might go a long way.”

“Oh please!” The elf snorts. “You worship a horny drunk, what’s he going to do? Make my wine sour? Fall asleep on me while talking about how back in his day things were better?”

Doren snorts, but Kaster scowls. “Just because Jubilius is a god of festivals and pleasure doesn’t make him a drunk or a letch!” He surreptitiously pushes his holy book deeper into his robe so as not to show off the image on the cover of Jubilius drinking while mid-coitus with a nymphe. “And even so, tempting the gods is no laughing matter! Why if you knew the things I do about the punishments the gods can deliver onto mortals who-” His rant is cut short by Doren who whistles to draw the attention of both elf and man.

“Kaster, buddy, relax! I know you're pent up after being on the road so long, but we are a few days away from the nearest settlement and I don’t want to hear you two fighting the whole way.” Nathaniel sneers, but Doren points to him next, “And as for you, you’ve been needling him all adventure and I want you to stop! If you can’t play nice with Kaster, then this will be our last quest as a party, understand?”

“You're kicking me out!?” Nathaniel shouts. “Is this some trick to cut me out of my share! If it is, I swear, I’ll-”

“I’M NOT KICKING YOU OUT!” Doren bellows over the rogue, his orcish face clouding over as his normal jovial smile turns to a glower. “And I’m not trying to rob you! If, IF we part ways and that’s only if you can’t control yourself, then you can keep your third as we agreed! But I didn’t get into the adventuring game to babysit a moody, selfish child who can’t go more than an hour without needling, stealing or fighting with his friends! Am I understood?”

“Understood.” Nathaniel mutters, but the seed of doubt had already been planted in his mind and now gears begin to turn as he plans his next move.

“Good.” Doren says and settles back into his seat. “And I’m sorry for yelling.” He takes a deep breath then in a more upbeat tone suggests, “Why don’t you have a drink while we ride? A bit of kobald beer to celebrate and help the travel go faster?”

Nathaniel snorts and reaches over to uncork the keg he had specially marked. “You two can drink that stuff, I’ll be sticking to the chief's special ceremonial rum myself.” He pours himself a cup and takes a swig, sighing loudly as Kaster fills his own mug with the beer. “Now THAT’S good drinking!”

And so the rest of the day goes on, the two passengers growing increasingly inebriated while the driver enjoys a long hoped for degree of peace. When the sun begins to set, he turns off the path and readies a campsite while the others sing bawdy songs and revel in the various treasures they had taken with them. Finally the trio prepare their bedding and settle in for the night, all arguments and conflicts seemingly forgotten…

Until Nathaniel Shadowfoot opens his eyes and glares at his compatriots. “Think you can cut me out do you?” He hisses and rises from his bedroll. “Well we will just see about that!”

Quick as thought and silent as a shadow Nathaniel darts to the wagon and begins loading as much of the treasure as he can into every pocket and bag he can carry. Soon he is badly overladen, but still he attempts to cram in more, slipping rings onto his fingers and crowns on his head to free up as much room as he can. Then he remembers the amulet and with an effort fishes it from his pocket and fastens it about his neck. “That should free up room for another handful of coins.” He grins. “And now to make my stealthy escape!”

His actual flight proves far less masterful than he had hoped. Still drunk and weighed down by gold and jewels, it's all he can do to waddle away from camp without letting the clinking of coins rouse his slumbering former allies. Realizing he’d never make it away like this his mind darts to a backup plan and he cannot help, but chuckle at his own deviousness. “I’ll just stow it all away here and come back for it later!” He mumbles as he dumps the treasure into the hollow of a tree. “And then I’ll be able to get even more from the wagon since I won’t have to carry it all the way back to town! Then when I get there, I can just hire enough trustworthy men to help me drag the whole hoard back in return for a tenth share! Ah! I’ll be rich and these fools will REALLY pay for trying to cross me!”

Having made up his mind thus, Nathaniel hides his stash and hurries back to the campsite, eyes already gleaming with the thought of all the additional treasure he’d be able to claim. That statuette he had taken especially would be a shame to lose after all! However as he arrives at the wagon, another prize catches his eye and he begins to lick his lips at the sight of his special cask of rum. Carrying treasure was thirsty work after all and he’d need some additional lubrication if he was to make another trip or two. Besides, these shiftless backstabbers didn’t deserve HIS rightfully pilfered prize!

“Just a quick drink, then back to it…” He mutters, popping the cork from the keg and filling his cup. He downs the sweet liquor and smiles contentedly before pouring another, not noticing the way his skin begins to turn rough about the tips of his fingers. “Another won’t hurt…”

Nathaniel continues to indulge in the rum, heedless of the way his body shrinks the more he gulps down or the way his skin first turns rough, then distinctly scaly. Even when his clothes, already loosened, start to tent out in odd ways, he ignores the changes, so focused is he on his drinking. It's only the rumbling snore of Doren that finally jars him back to attention and then only enough to remind him of his plot.

Scrambling to climb the strangely high side of the wagon, the elf grabs a hold of the heavy golden statuette and with an effort yanks it free from its resting place. Unfortunately for him, he had not accounted for his smaller body and lets out a high, feminine screech as the shiny treasure topples out of the wagon and lands ontop of him, pressing him into the ground in a way that draws unmistakable attention to the fact that a pair of sensitive breasts and a tail, both of which somehow seemed to be attached to him, were now being squeezed painfully under the weight.

Nathaniel’s alcohol clouded mind grapples with all of this new information, but before he can even begin to piece together whatever had happened, a loud grunt from the half orc draws his terrified attention.

“What’s going on?” Doren grumbles. “Nathaniel? Is that you?”

Nathaniel’s natural thieves instinct for self preservation in the face of detection kicks in then and with a panicked hiss he squirms out from under the statuette, leaving behind his pants and boots in the process. Even without shoes though his feet feel hard and well suited for running across rough ground and so without another word he dashes away into the darkness, leaving Doren confused at the sight of a rounded, very feminine ass and tail vanishing from sight.

“Huh…” He mutters. “Guess one of those kobolds did follow us after all.” He then closes his eyes, mumbling, “Well if they want some of the gold, there’s plenty to go around…”

Nathaniel meanwhile races back the way he had come, only half registering the way his face seems to push out in front of him and how despite being pantless, he doesn’t feel anything flapping between his legs. At the moment it is only terror which drives him forward and after a long day of fighting and travel and hard night of drinking, it's all he can manage to reach his little hiding place and collapse onto the gold, utterly exhausted.

As unconsciousness begins to claim him, Nathaniel’s last sight is his oddly soft chest and the amulet which rests upon it. He sees it flash red and without meaning to reaches out with one clawed hand and lightly gropes one of his new breasts, the pleasure it brings being enough to send him off to sleep with a big, silly grin plastered across his muzzle.

-

The next morning finds Doren scowling as he stomps through the woods, Kaster not far behind and looking no less irritated. They had as of yet found no trace of their missing rogue save the pants and boots he had for some reason left behind at the scene of the crime, but the two adventurers were determined not to let the traitorous elf escape them.

“Damn it all, I thought I saw a kobold last night,” The half orc growls. “But it must have been Nathaniel slipping away with our gold! That son of a bitch, he can’t have gone far dressed like he was!”

“Please!” Kaster snaps. “He’s gotten drunk and tried to rob us, AGAIN! I told you he was just going to keep doing this! He’s never going to learn and one of these days, he’s actually going to follow through and leave us penniless in the woods! At BEST!”

“I know!” Doren barks. “I know, I know this is all my fault, I should have known he was going to try this crap again! I knew I should have arranged a watch and I KNOW I should have realized it was Nathaniel I saw last night and not a kobold! I fucked up okay? Can we please just find him?”

Kaster sighs. “Oh don’t be like that, it's not your fault. You just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.” His eyes light up and a smile begins to tug on the corners of his mouth as he points towards a tree just to the side of the pair. “And you might not have been wrong about the kobold! Look there!”

At Kasters prompting Doren’s attention is drawn to the face of a worried looking kobold peering out at them from what appeared to be a tree hollow. Upon seeing them staring, it hisses in alarm and ducks back out of sight. “Oh hells.” Doren sighs. “Poor wretch probably thinks we are out here hunting for it.” He waves to Kaster. “Come on, let’s go introduce ourselves, calm them down and see if they saw anything last night.”

“You speak draconic?” The cleric inquires as he follows his barbarian leader.

“No, but maybe he speaks common?” Doren shrugs. “Worth checking anyway.”

Kastern kneels next to Doren as the half orc pushes aside the hastily erected coverings hiding the kobolds hovel and feels his jaw drop at what they see inside. “By Jubilius’s grace, is this-?” He begins.

“Our lost gold!” Doren confirms, his own eyes the size of dinner plates as he stares from the gold to the kobold who hides partially obscured behind the small hoard. “He couldn’t have done all of this, could he?” He asks.

“She.” Kaster corrects as the kobold tugs at her shirt, sized for a man, but looking almost like a dress on her smaller frame, though still not long enough to hide her clearly visible womanhood. “And I doubt it. I know that shirt and I recognize the amulet she’s wearing! Nathaniel!”

The kobold looks nervously about, though she seems almost more confused than scared, as if the name had reminded her of something, but she was having trouble thinking of what. She looks back to the adventurers and slightly hesitantly lifts the amulet for them and asks, “Na-tan-el?”

“Nathaniel, yes!” Kaster nods encouragingly. “He’s an elf and a thief! We think he stole these things and we are trying to find him! Have you seen the man who left these things here?”

The kobold hesitates again and looks down at the amulet and then slowly points to herself and repeats, “Na-tan-el?”

“No.” Kaster shakes his head. “No you're not Nathaniel, we are looking for Nathaniel! He’s an elf. A male elf.”

“No... Na-tan-el?” The kobold repeats, frown deepening as she points to herself again. “No… No Na-tan-el.”

“I think she means she hasn’t seen him.” Doren sighs. “She must have just found his stash after he ran off.”

Kaster nods, but keeps his eyes on the kobold who had begun looking at the amulet again. “Do you have a name you go by ma’am? Something other than ‘not Nathaniel’?”

Something flashes across the kobolds eyes as recognition finally seems to dawn on her and she looks up to Kaster with a broad smile. “Name! Name!” She points to herself and then to the human’s shock grabs her tail and lifts it up so that he can see her quickly dampening femininity. “Name Lifts!” She then reaches down and picks up a coin, putting it between her scaled breasts. “You shiny for Lifts?”

“Congratulations.” Doren mutters as he withdraws with a blush. “We’ve lost our rogue, but discovered a prostitute. What a trade up!”

“Hey we have the gold back at least.” Kaster bites his lower lip. “And she seems… Nice. Why don’t we see if she wants to join us on the road back to town? She must have gotten separated from her tribe.”

Doren shakes his head. “Seriously? Okay look you… Talk to her and see what she wants and I’ll keep looking for Nathaniel. If she wants to join up with us fine, but just… Be nice, okay?”

“Oh you know me, I’m always nice!” Kaster beams, withdrawing his holy book from his pocket. “Now then Miss. Lifts, how would you like to learn about the good word, make all the shinys you could ever want AND become part of an adventuring party that travels all over the world?”

Lifts tilts her head and beams at the sight of the lewd picture on the cover of Kasters tome. “LIFTS WANT ADVENTURE!” She then leaps forward and begins to loosen his britches. “Lifts make adventure with human now!”

Doren for his part just shakes his head and takes off in search of the lost rogue.

-

Unfortunately for the half orc, no one ever saw Nathaniel again after that day. He seemingly vanished into thin air, leaving behind his share of the treasure and a few articles of clothing.

In his place though, Lifts found herself fitting in well with the adventuring party and though it took awhile for Doren to loosen up with her, by the time the trio arrived in town, they had become as thick as thieves. There, though originally planning on setting her up with a job at a local brothel, the decision was instead unanimously made to award her half of the treasure which had originally been set aside for the vanished thief, with the rest being given to the kobold tribe who had helped them along their way.

Though at first upset with the theft of his ceremonial rum, the old chieftain had seemed to perk up tremendously upon meeting Lifts and hearing of how the hero’s had found her. Though neither Doren nor Kaster had any idea why, the whole situation had made the chief laugh till he nearly fell out of his seat before gleefully absolving them of all responsibility for the actions of their former member in return for a night with the attractive kobold. As Lifts seemed no less eager to sleep with him then she was with most everyone else, the arrangement had gone off without a hitch leaving everyone happy.

In the years following Lifts continued to travel with the hero’s, never joining them in battle, but always ready to raise their spirits in whatever ways she could. Soon enough she had become something of a mascot to the party, her likeness appearing on portraits and illustrations commemorating their many accomplishments.

And despite what a by then long forgotten elf had once so cruelly claimed, none who meet Lifts would ever claim she was incapable of love or loyalty for till the end of their days, the trio were together as allies, friends and lovers.

The only odd thing was, that in all that time Lifts never once removed from around her neck a particular ruby amulet…

But then again, who could know what went on in the mind of a kobold?

The End