Thievery Not Pan-Ing Out
Originally posted on FA on: Jun 4, 2021
Another fantasy transformation story about an arrogant adventurer ending up transformed and with their personality altered written for the wonderful crazycowproductions to go with a couple of sketches I commissioned. This time, we are onto the classic rogue.
CW: Hypnosis, TFTG, Bad End, Implied Sex, Dubious Consent (due to Mental Changes)
Link to the before art
Thievery Not Pan-Ing Out
In the still silence of the Great Wizard Zandarian’s vault, all was darkness.
Suddenly an orange light, faint enough to be almost unnoticeable flared to life and with it came the faint squeaking of metal scraping against metal. The light grew brighter as the squeaking stopped and a square panel of the ceiling was lifted away, making room for a coil of rope to fall to the floor with a faint thump. For a moment silence returned and all was still once again, a moment held as an unseen observer waited for any hint of alarm. When none came, a figure descended from the hole, sliding down the rope with the ease of a snake slithering up a tree branch.
Tilian Flint, half elven gentleman thief touched down on the vaults floor with a practiced grace of an acrobat and the air of a man performing for a crowd. He failed to hide a sly smile as he took a small bow and announced to the empty room, “And so, yet another unbreachable, unassailable and altogether impossible to infiltrate safe storehouse fails to match up to my genius.” He chuckled. “Honestly, I’m going to start getting bored with the lack of challenge.”
Looking about, Tilian marveled at the vast collection of artifacts, treasures and magical weapons the legendary wizard had collected over the years. He felt a slight pang of regret that he had not thought to bring along more bags of holding, truly it would be an agony to keep himself to just the cream of this abundant crop. Still, even a few key items from this hoard would set him up for life and if anything he really could not bear to part with caught his eye and had to be left behind… Well it might be a fun challenge to see what new defenses the mage would put up specifically to try and foil his return!
“Hm, now that’s a thought…” The thief mused, lifting a fist sized diamond from its stand and pocketing it. “Maybe I should revisit some of my old conquest, just for the sport of it!” He snatched a scroll containing an apocalyptically powerful incantation and shoved it into his breast pocket. “I wonder if Queen Martinas has found replacements for the royal jewels yet? I can only imagine the look on her face if she had to scrounge up a third set!”
He moved to lift a gem encrusted sword from its sheath, but stopped when he noticed the way the light of his luminescent orb seemed to reflect oddly off its blade. “Oh ho, what is this?” Tilian knelt and peered more closely at the weapon. A sharp his caused him to take a hasty step back, his smile growing tight. “A demon cursed blade, hm? Well well, it seems Zandarian isn’t above leaving cursed artifacts just laying about.” He clicked his tongue. “Not a good look, I imagine the wizard’s council will pay a premium to know that. They would adore any excuse to demand legal access to this vault… I’ll have to keep that in mind for later.”
The half elf glanced to the side and noticed to his amusement a set of revealing silk garments. These had been displayed on a marble stand which had been carved to accurately show off certain aspects of the intended wearer. “I’m sure that those have seen some truly unflattering use in their time.” He laughed. “My my Zandarian, you really are just full of surprises. Still, I think that’s one treasure I can leave to you.”
He prepared to move on, then noticed to his slight surprise that the outfit’s stand had two identical repellents set not far from it, yet neither contained even a scrap of clothing nor any other adornment. Had the wizard taken out the others? It seemed an odd choice, to take two, but leave the final part of the set behind, yet who could ever truly understand the mind of a wizard?
“I just hope he’s not wearing them at this moment.” Tilian grimaced. “Hm, some knowledge is best left here… NEVER to be unvaild.”
Finally moving along Tilian finished collecting his chosen treasures and had just begun to head for the rope when something caught his eye. He had been glancing about, looking for anything that might be valuable enough to justify leaving behind one of his first picks, when he saw it, a single, unopened bottle of wine.
The half elf wasn’t really sure why the bottle stood out to him so clearly. He must have passed by it during his survey more than once, but now looking at it… It was enchanting! A single, perfect bottle of utterly delicious looking red wine, set here to age, undoubtedly waiting for a special occasion to drink.
“And what occasion could be more special then this?” Tilian asked himself, crossing the floor quickly. “The night of my greatest heist to date and the day marking my ascension into the ranks of the most noble of classes.” He picked up the bottle and turned it in his hand to look at the inlaid letters which spelled out the words, ‘Pan’s Personal Selection’. “That of the unconscionably wealthy!”
He withdrew a knife from his tool belt and with a swift strike struck the top from the bottle. The wine seemed to hiss as fresh air made contact with the liquid and he swirled the bottle once, twice and then with a grin brought it to his lips and took a hearty swig.
The fruity, slightly spicy and delectably sweet flavor of the wine splashed across Tilian’s tongue and filled his mouth, holding for a moment before he swallowed with a contented hum. “Oh that is GOOD!” He cried and followed his first taste with a second. “By the gods, it is criminal, down right criminal to leave so fine a vintage locked away to collect dust like this!”
He had intended to take only a sip or two, enough to celebrate his victory, but not enough to dull his senses, but all thought of moderation quickly fled him. He took a third gulp, larger the first two and moved to lean against the wine bottles stand as he set aside his thieves' tools. The wizard would not be back for days, months even, he had after all tripped no alarms so why rush to flee the scene?
“This is the problem with being talented.” Tilian mused, pressing his back to the stand and sliding down to its base. “No one ever notices me at the time and so no one is ever coming after me to give chase! I’m just here alone, doing all of this amazing work in secret and no one even gets to see me BEING amazing!” He took another sip and frowned. “It’s not fair, I deserve recognition and praise! You know what I need?” He looked to the nude statue displaying the harem outfit. “I need a partner in crime! Someone who can recognize my genius and praise me accordingly.”
The half elf took another gulp of wine, not noticing the way his hair began to part as a pair of small horns pushed from just above his pointed ears. He slipped a little as he rose again, feeling unsteady on his feet which had begun to grow numb and ill fitting in his normally tightly laced shoes. “Ya, a partner, that’s what I am missing, someone who will adore me, shower me with adoration and who can help me celebrate my triumphs!” He irritably shook off one shoe, then the other, utterly oblivious to the way his feet had reshaped into cloven hooves. “And oh how we’ll celebrate… She’ll have to be a girl naturally, a stacked elven wench with big old titties!”
Tilian took an unsteady step forward towards the statue and when he managed to keep his balance he rewarded himself with another long drag from the bottle which now was only half full. “That’s it, that’s the ticket, I need a real knockout to worship me for what I do! Then every job would end with a real BANG!” He laughed, the sound coming out like a bray as all along his legs soft brown fur sprouted. “Gods how long has it been since I fucked a fine young filly? Weeks? MONTHS!? What have I even been doing with myself?” He rubbed his chin and felt a thick tuft of hair grow out under his fingers as he did so. He shrugged then stroked this new goatee and made his unsteady way forward continuing, “Elven pride, that’s what it was. I put so much stock in that half ‘elf’ thing and thought it made me so damn special to be part mamby pamby tree hugger. BAH! I’ve been denying myself the best parts of life like a goddamn idiot!”
Tilian staggered the last few steps towards the statue and threw himself against it with a grin, letting his face rest against the stone cleavage. “First thing I do when I get done with this job is get me a REAL pair of these and just go WILD! Hell, I’ll get her to wear something like this just for kicks!” He pushed himself back and stared blearly at the harem outfit, then declared. “No, she’ll wear THIS! These cuties deserve to be wrapped around a spicy little girly, not collecting dust in some wizard’s shithole!” He tilted his head back and chugged the last of the wine before letting the bottle fall to the floor with a crash. “That settles it! YOUR COMING WITH ME!”
The drunken, now satyr thief wrapped his arms around the statue and began clumsily removing the sheer feminine clothes from about its form. Though he was far from skilled in the art of undressing women, the outfit seemed to come undone easily under his fingers, almost as if they wished to be removed. “That’s it,” He mumbled. “Now to just get you stored away for later…” He glanced down and for the first time noticed that his pants had vanished, leaving behind only his new fur to barely cover his partially erect manhood.
If the fact that Tilian now had the lower body of a goatman bothered the thief, it was a concern quickly and forcefully pushed aside by another, far more pressing concern.
“Where the hell’s my pockets!?” Tilian growled, twisting around to look for his missing trousers. “My bags and belts and all that are gone too! What in the… Oh.” He twisted around fully to spy his shoes and pants laying in a crumpled heap near the former resting place of the bottle. “Well that’s just impossible! How am I meant to get all the way over there and BACK and then walk all the way over there again just to climb up a bloody rope!?” He suddenly froze and a loopy grin spread across his face. “Unless… I only have to make ONE trip!” He looked down at the harem outfit in his hands. “Because I’ll already have everything I need right here with me!”
Delighted by his own ingenious solution, Tilian pulled his shirt and jacket over his head and tossed them carelessly to one side. The artifacts he had stored in his forgotten breast pockets clattered loudly as they were equally forgotten by the intoxicated rogue. Before long the satyr man stood naked and proud, back resting against the stone statue as he regarded his clothing options and pondered the best way to outfit himself. “Well… Bottoms up I suppose.”
Talian balanced himself on one leg and stepped the other through the open of the semi transparent undergarments, feeling a tingle as his leg seemed to thin as it stepped back onto the ground. He did not question this, merely lifting his other leg and stepping through the other hole before pulling the undergarment up. The slimming effect on his first leg was mirrored on his second, though as he pulled them up further he found himself meeting resistance as his thighs thickened about the hips. Grunting he pulled harder till with an effort he got the garment all the way up, the effort distracting him from the way his cock vanished even as it poked out the opening in the front of the panty like covering. As the wait band fit itself snugly into place, the bare patch where his manhood had been suddenly opened, presenting a tight, damp slit in its place.
“There, that wasn’t so hard…” The thief gasped, shaking his head. “Can’t wait to see how these look on a real lady though…” He punctuated his words by taking first one of the sets of golden arm rings and sliding it up his left arm, barely registering how that arm thinned, fingers becoming slender and dainty as it went. “I bet she’ll be so happy with these gifts, she’ll want to do anything she can to please her master by the time she’s got them all on.” He then repeated the process with the other, shivering in pleasure as his other arm shed all traces of hair, weathering and age. “She’ll say, ‘Master, come to me as quickly as you can! I am so horny and I just can't WAIT to feel your touch!”
Tilian bit his lip at the thought of the words he had just spoken, though something about them felt off to him now… Why would this imaginary slave girl beg and plead for her master to come to her when he would already be there helping her to dress? Then he shook his head, smiling at his own foolishness as he raised the bra to his chest. “Because obviously she is waiting for the master to come! Even if we had our fun while waiting for him, it would just not be the same as when he finally arrived!”
She pulled the bra on and giggled as her waist thinned and chest expanded, rapidly going from an oddly flat, almost manly set of pecs to a pair of large and sensitive breasts. She was for a moment disappointed that she was not larger, she had known girls, though admittedly not many, who were chestier then her, but she quickly dismissed the jealous thought. “If Master wants me bigger, then he can make me bigger and if not, then that’s all that matters!” She beamed and squeezed herself. “After all, my Master is the greatest, smartest, most handsomest wizard ever!”
The faun was near to losing herself in her breast massage, thoughts of her master’s touch driving all other worries from her mind when suddenly she caught sight of a final piece of silk laying on the ground by her feet. “Oh!” She cried and released herself. “I nearly forgot!” Kneeling she scooped up the vail and lightly shook it out. “I am sure my Master will want to see my pretty face, but I better leave it to him to make that decision!”
Tilly wrapped the veil over her face, giggling as her head tingled and changes began to take place. Her chin line thinned, her freshly grown facial hair withdrew, her eyes widened and hair lengthened and her lips filled in, becoming soft and kissably plump. Unscene, other changes also manifested as her voice rose in volume and softened in tone. Her tongue, till now refined by years of good living, simplified, making even the most basic of meals taste as sweet as honey and the flavor of cum as decadent as ambrosha. She felt her mouth water and knew that she would now not be satisfied till she had had a chance to guzzle that most delicious of liquids, though at the same time, she knew she would not have to wait long.
What the thief had not seen and the faun now knew only by instinct was that her master had already been alerted to the intrusion and would even now be nearing his vault. Not that he would have to hurry as he already knew what he would find.
She glanced at the now three identical feminine statues and wondered what her new sisters would look like when she joined them? “What naughty boys we were…” She sighed. “Trying to steal our Master’s wine… All three of us are going to have a lot of making up to do...” She grinned. “Maybe a foursome to start with!”
As she thought about what she would do for her master, the Great Wizard Zandarian stepped quietly up behind his latest acquisition, silently patting himself on the back for his choice in anti theft protective magics. “Looks like I’m going to need another charmed wine bottle.” He mused. “Oh well, I was going to have to get some more enchanted outfits anyway… Next time though I’ll do something with goblins…”
“MASTER!?” Tilly leapt to her hooves, hands waving as she practically danced with joy. “Your HERE!” She took in the tall, young and ruggedly handsome man, her eyes growing wide as she drank him in. “And your… So much bigger than I thought…”
Zandarian winked as the faun began to quake with barely contained excitement. “Oh you have no idea how BIG I am… But plenty of time to find out soon.” He reached out a hand. “But first, let’s go home. This place hardly sets the right mood.”
Tilly squealed and leapt to her master’s side, wrapping her arms tightly about his waste and blushing as she felt something very large indeed shifting against her chest. “But Master, before we go, shouldn’t I replace the things I put into those ugly clothes?” She pointed to her old pants and shirt. “Your wonderful artifacts and treasures…”
“Oh those?” Zandarian laughed. “Girl, this is my junk heap! I just toss all the crap I don’t need in here and spread a bunch of rumors about it so idiot rogues come around to try and rob the place. Keeps them away from my actual vault and lets me try out experimental traps.” He waved his hand. “I’ll have the golem straighten it up before the next thief arrives, but you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about any of that.”
Tilly tittered at the idea of foolish thieves trying to steal from her brilliant Master and ending up punished for their hubris. Criminals were so silly, but then again, maybe, if they were really lucky, they might have a chance to learn just how much more amazing her Master was then them…
Just as she had.
The mighty mage grabbed his girl around her waist, raised his other hand high and then with a flash, both vanished.
And soon in the still silence of the Great Wizard Zandarian’s vault, all was once again darkness.
The End
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