The Thief and the Shopkeep by Gael Vulture

The Thief and the Shopkeep

Gael Vulture, ambiguous species, anal fingering, anus, attempted theft, city, claw, closed, clothed, disrobing, fantasy, fingering, gag, gagging, gathering, gay, group, imminent rape, imminent sex, implied rape, implied sex, larger male, male, male male, mammal, mouth fingering, non consensual, non consent, noncon, punishment, rape, sex, shop, shopkeeper, smaller male, spreading, spreading anus, summet, tearing, theft, thief, thievery, treaty, tribe, undressing

Three months ago I played Final Fantasy X12. Admittedly, I was inspired by a few things it did have going for it. Namely: the setting. The desert city of Rabanastre made for a really unique and flavorful hub city.

So with that fresh on the mind, and a desire to do something a bit rougher again, I wrote this little story about a thief who get’s himself into hot water after trying to nab a some wares from a local shop in a large central desert city. Probably a bad call when his group had just been accepted into the city openly after many years of tense conflict between them and the town. But old habits die hard sometimes!

As for the characters:

– Thief is a mammal. Standing just above belt line height to the shop owner. Not actually a rat. Was picturing something anthro fennec fox-like. But not exactly that. Light, thin, nimble. Some kind of creature you’d expect to find out in the desert.

– The Shopkeep on the other hand is mega burley. I definitely had the Seeqs from FF12 in mind when writing him, but not that *exactly*. A pig-like snout, and scalie or fleshy skin. Claws of course, as mentioned in the text. But maybe a bit less monstrous and with tusks instead of a horn. Not sure.

Also just to be clear: “pugov”, one of the many insults the shopkeeper hurls, is an anagram Rot13 of “bitch”. It’s just supposed to be that, the word “bitch” in their language and was simply left “untranslated” for flavor. Despite the heavy themes in the piece, I don’t wanna use or imply slurs. Oh and to clarify, the thief WAS fully intending to steal.

I’m kinda breaking my rules (already) by putting this in the one-off folder because I do wish return to this setting in a sort of anthology later on. Can forgive me for this utter falsehood I have brought upon this house? If so, like and subscribe for more! :D

Jokes aside, I hope you enjoyed. Was fun to write and immerse myself in a different setting, even if it’s not to be a super regular one we'll be revisiting!

The Thief and the Shopkeep CONTENT WARNING: Non-Con, Non-Consensual “Shut your filthy heretic muzzle, sandbrat!” The Shopkeeper said as he used a clawed finger to snap the frayed threads of the would-be-thief’s trousers. “You and your little band of ratty, disloyal sellswords are only here because the Cloth of Gold has allowed you refuge. And such hospitality comes directly at the cost of our dignity. “Decades and decades of being looted, robbed, and forced to either fend you off or hire you after the military’s budget got stripped in favor of guards.” The failed robber cowered, his once confident and recalcitrant expression long gone. With nothing holding the small mammal’s leggings together, they pathetically fell to the cold stone floor of the shop in pieces. The massive Shopkeeper returned his grip fully to the intruder. He positioned one of his large claws on the shoulder, and the other on his rear, spreading and exposing the thief’s anus to the warm late-afternoon air. The shopkeeper pushed a massive calloused thumb into the smaller mammalian cavity beneath it. Just enough to cause a wince and another squirm from the short intruder. “And now, the city finally lets you in as you please. To shop, partake in our great bounty, as newly minted equals under a treaty whose ink has yet to fully dry. And the first thing you do is STEAL from us!?” There was an attempt at a reply from the thief, but it only managed to sound like the vague notion of words. “‘Today was nice,’ I told myself earlier. A good break from the constant traffic this damn Summit’s brought in. But of course it couldn’t last with you rats laying waste to our fair streets as you please.” The Shopkeeper pressed hard with his hand, forcing the clavicle of the thief against the edge of the counter, causing a creaky squeal from the smaller mammal. The satchel of spices fell from the thief’s hand in a pathetic heap onto to the torn remains of his leggings, joined by the small drippings of precum that’d leaked with the shop owner’s undesired intrusions. The shopkeeper continued his lecture, his register creeping lower with intent. “So if you haven’t been keeping score: I am in DESPERATE need of a way to unwind after all this noise. And you, my thieving little brush-pugov, are in need of some repercussions for your little stunt here.” The thief was desperate to squirm away. The Shopkeeper could feel the smaller creature about to scream, so he quickly removed his right hand from the raider’s rear and plugged the smaller mammal’s mouth with his fingers.  “No no, shhhhhh. None of that. We’re not open no more. No one’s around to hear or see what we do. The authorities will see to it that you receive your dues. But I need mine first.” The Shopkeeper leaned his head forward, till his muzzle could feel the fur lining the thief’s ears. “And we have alllllll evening to see to that end, little one. Now– “hold still for me…”