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Whether his uneventful stealing into Manor Zul was due to the estate's poor defenses or to his surpassing skill the rogue was unsure. The looming and foreboding structure had been surprisingly easy to penetrate. It was an overcast night which afforded him ample shade in which to slink. There was a single guard standing before the courtyard gate followed by two lightly armed guards patrolling the manor's exterior walls. It was a simple task for the rogue to distract the first guard in order to sneak onto the premises. Then it was a matter of incapacitating one of the wandering guards and avoiding the other's torchlight until an entrance could be discovered. The rogue scaled the spired walls of the manor. This too was not difficult as he was well trained in agility. He climbed without the slightest slip of a foothold. The rogue was proud of the way he, upon finding an open skylight leading to an empty chamber, flipped inside deftly and soundlessly. This was to be his career-making mark, and it was turning out to be child's play.

The rogue was a legacy Guild member. His father had been a thief of no small reputation and fame. When the rogue began to show an affinity for the thieving arts his family was quick to support him. Training began for him at a young age and he practiced frequently into his early teens. As the years bore on though the youth grew complacent. He decided that, in his lineage and prestige, he deserved to be a Guild Rogue regardless of his missteps and failures which at this time were beginning to grow in number. His pride became nigh-insufferable. His friends began to turn from him until a storied former thief called Swivvers took him under his wing. Swivvers taught the young thief patience and calmness which are the central, yet oft underappreciated traits of a top-notch thief. For a while the rogue followed Swivvers' teachings to the letter. He even went so far as allowing the old master to choose his jobs. The jobs were reasonably challenging and always yielded a purse-full of coin. However the rogue's impudent attitude soon overtook him. Rather than confront Swivvers about his dissatisfaction the rogue began to choose his own thieving jobs specifically eying those that would gain him the attention or acclaim of his purloining peers.

This is how the rogue came to accept the job in which he is currently engaged. The commissioner was a 'Tashila' who promised her heart eternal to the person who could return to her a stolen pendant. This offer, in addition to the hefty cash sum, enticed the unfortunately unbetrothed rogue. The mark was said to be Yinzul, a cowardly and unskilled mage who tricked the maiden into relinquishing her cherished talisman. There was said to be little by way of defenses and traps to turn away intruders. Sensing an incredible opportunity the rogue accepted the job almost immediately. Without telling Swivvers or remaining mates of his new job the rogue gathered some supplies and disappeared into the night to make an attempt on Manor Zul straightaway.

The rogue has landed in a surprisingly spacious attic. After he made his triumphant landing in the building he descended into a fit of coughing caused by the layers of dust coating every object in sight. Pausing in fright the rogue listens for any sign that he has been detected. When all remains silent he begins to cautiously tiptoe across the attic to the barely visible outline of a spiral staircase. The floor is well built and sturdy so the rogue passes without any alarming squeaking of the floorboards. The rogue descends the spiral staircase and finds himself in a wholly unlit corridor. The corridor is also quite spacious, but that is all the rogue can discern due to the pitch blackness. He doesn't dare light a candle or torch for fear of alerting anyone to his presence. Instead he recalls his training. The thief hugs the wall by the staircase in a spot where he would remain unseen if someone should round the corner ahead with a source of light. He waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness so that he can properly make use of it.

The rogue, now with some degree of visual resolution shambles down the hallway. He follows a wall for guidance. As he makes his way the rogue notices that the wall as wooden and artfully carved. When he finds a secluded passage he examines the carven pieces. By their outlines the characters appear to be Argonian. Perhaps artistically portrayed folklore or heroics. The rogue continues his trek in the utter dark. At a few points he embarrassingly trips over unseen furniture and baubles causing them to clatter across the floor. Yet the building remains silent and the eager thief strives forward. He is mildly disconcerted by the complete lack of people within the manor's walls. It is late of course, and the people could be in bed, but if that were the case surely there would be guards roaming the halls or a light left on here or there. The silence is overwhelming! As he presses on though the rogue begins to see this as a boon. Maybe he will be lucky and escape with the pendant completely unmolested.

The flow of this particular floor seems to lead to a central chamber. The hallways and the stair cases from the lower floors terminate at its doors. They are grand doors. Made of a black or near black wood with a gilded trim. While he can't make out the details the room certainly seems regal. 'Exactly the place one would hide a treasure.' The rogue thinks with a smirk. He stealthily creeps up to the doors and sticks to the walls beside them. There is a faint light showing from beneath the doorframe. The rogue leans against the door lightly and presses an ear to it. The door is unsurprisingly dense, but he can hear no sounds coming from within the room. The rogue's heart races with the thrill of the theft.

The rogue hazards a tug on the right door. It takes a fair amount of muscle to open the grand door. When it is nearly opened wide enough for the rogue to slip in it emits a loud, groaning creak which causes the rogue to cringe. He slips into the room and hides against the nearest wall. He looks out through the gap he'd left in the doorway. Still there was no investigation of the sound. Could he be lucky enough to have invaded when the wizard was away? When the rogue is satisfied that he is not being pursued he turns his attention to the moodily lit chamber. He and the nearest corner of the room are lit by a single glowing, magically-lit stone. It rests upon a bedside table next to impossibly ancient scrolls and booklets. Beside it also sits a curious looking pendant. The rogue rushes to the table with no regard for stealth.

The rogue snatches up the pendant and glances at it under the ethereal orange glow. It bears a black and white depiction of two snakes entwined. The material is some kind of brushed metal and despite its curious plainness certainly seems like a feminine piece of jewelry. Satisfied the thief strides from the room pendant in hand.

No sooner does the thief pass the door's threshold when a tremendous boom shatters the silence so completely that the rogue is left stunned. The doors to the room the rogue has just exited have been thrown open and a figure is emerging. When it enters the hallway it raises its hand and a swirl of glowing magic shows behind its clawed fingers. Suddenly every torch and candle on the floor is lit and blazing at once. The rogue stumbles backward with eyes covered. He swings his arms wildly as if to scare the new presence in case they should attack him in his staggered state.

"There will always be upstart rogues seeking to hurry their ascent of the Guild's gilded ladder. In much the same way young, fool wizards ruin themselves attempting higher magic." A voice says. When the rogue comes to his senses he finds the hallway has sprung to life. The new presence stands in the chamber's doorframe. He is an Argonian wizard dressed in exotically hung robes which reveal his musculature in places, but which still betray him as a spell caster. His scales and skin are primarily black with touches of a deep green here and there. The tip of his maw is green which fades to black toward the rear of his head. He has two wicked and down-curved horns and light-green eyes. From his stature and posture the wizard appears suspicious, but with a curious charisma owed to his leathery voice and perceptive leer.

"Ah! You must be the wizard. Yinzul, correct?" The rogue says.

"That I must be. But my you are a fledgling. I heard you stumbling around from the moment you dropped into my manor." Yinzul says, watching the rogue attentively.

"So you are he? I've heard of your cowardice." The rogue says, drawing his blade. It is an ornate and wickedly jagged thing. "The pendant is mine. You had best leave myself and the lady Tashila alone or you will answer to me." He finishes by brandishing his blade menacingly. Yinzul stands unfazed and appears to be distracted. He paces within the doorway.

"Children, really." He derisively says of the rogue. "Have you any idea what you have been commissioned to steal? Have you truly never heard of me?"

The rogue is confused by the wizard's facile acceptance of his presence in his home. He grips his sword tightly and tries to decide whether he should confront the mage or flee. He does hold the pendant after all. Before the rogue can decide the wizard speaks again.

"You should thank me." Yinzul says, turning to the rogue. "It is apparent that the thieving arts just aren't for you. But a future in domestic service... "

The rogue decides and turns to flee. Almost immediately after he begins his sprint he is frozen by a stinging discomfort in the hand which holds the pendant. When he inspects the item he finds that it is glowing. And when the rogue turns he finds Yinzul making arcane gestures and mumbling. The rogue attempts to throw the item away, but it is stuck on his hand and won't shake free. What's more alarming the tingling is beginning to spread. Changes begin to occur.

"You are holding the Tiresion, fool thief." Yinzul says, continuing his spell.

As the rogue watches the skin of the hand holding the pendant begins to transform from human flesh to light green scale. It spreads in a wave travelling up his arm. The transformation affects the interior of his body as well. His arm and wrist become dainty and feminine, then covered with shining scales. He grows claws from his fingertips and he continues to attempt to free himself from the pendant.

"The Tiresion, with a suitable magical charge, transforms the holder into the opposite of their usual gender." Yinzul explains. "You see, I am terribly lonely in my over-large manor. The Tiresion has been programmed to change you not only into a female, but into an Argonian as well. And one... well suited to my tastes."

The transformation occurs alarmingly quickly. Already the rogue's upper body has changed. He has grown a set of supple breasts which in their sudden appearance ripped his shirt. His shoulders have narrowed and presently his hips are widening to a female configuration. The rogue's insides are shifting uncomfortably. He feels the urge to retch, but is held in check by his changing face.

"Urrng, raaaah!" He cries as his jaw extends eventually shaping into a handsomely shaped muzzle. He grips his aching nose with his clawed hands and reels as his hair seems to dissolve. He sprouts two horns which sweep rearward. His eyes become slit and beneath them stripes of darkened green scales appear.

His clothes are in tatters now due to either his new body parts exploding into being or from his frantic thrashing.

"N-no, this can't--" He begins to say when he realizes that his voice has changed. His deep masculine voice has been displaced by a gentle feminine one. "Ohh no."

The rogue inspects his groin, as his legs have begun to change. Somehow he hadn't felt this particular area transform and he is glad for that as when he pulls open his trousers he finds that his manhood has vanished. He brings a scaly hand to his crotch in a panic. He finds only soft, scaly flesh where his cock had been and then he discovers two small, quivering lips. His, or 'her' now, female apparatus.

The terribly quick transformation is nearly complete. The rogue stands on her hands and knees trying to adjust to the myriad changes in her body. Her feet finally attain a graceful curve and grow claws as well. She continues retches and gag as the spell subsides. The male Argonian approaches her slowly.

"Ohh no." The rogue says. "This can't be possible." She looks down at her scaly hands, her wide hips, and her healthy bust. The cold reality of situation terrifies her.

"It is quite possible my dear. You are the picture of female Argonian fitness. I promise." Yinzul says licking his chops. "I think I will name you Tashila, hahaha."

"I can't be like this. No, this doesn't feel right." She says, holding her tattered clothes so as to protect her modesty.

"Tashila, this is who you are now. The Tiresion is a delicate artifact. The only way you could transform back to normal would be if you destroy the--"

Yinzul is interrupted by the rogue standing up suddenly. Finding that she can remove the pendant the female Argonian lifts it high above her head and smashes it on the ground. Its parts and intricate interior scatter and where the pendant had been a wisp of magical energy vanishes.

"Haha. Oh my-Hahaha!" Yinzul says "Oh you impatient dolt. You could have returned yourself to normal and escaped if you'd allowed me to finish. I'm afraid you have just destroyed the only artifact capable of returning you to your human, and male, body."

"Wh-what?" The rogue says, wishing she could sob. Yinzul approaches her and roughly helps her to her dainty feet. He holds her tightly by the arm and leads her down the hallway.

"Well, Tashila. Now that you have trapped yourself in this predicament I suppose I ought to take advantage." Yinzul says.

"Let me go. You beast." She yells. She is dismayed to find the muscles she had built so carefully as a male have largely left her. She can hardly struggle against the seasoned Argonian adventurer. Yinzul drags her to a bedroom and shoves her inside. It is a spacious room with flowery decorations and dark-wooden furnishings. Tashila crashes to the floor by the foot of the large bed and looks up at Yinzul with a curious mixture of rage and admiration.

"Get yourself dressed and come to my chambers. The room where you found the Tiresion, that is. I will get you accustomed to life in my manor." Yinzul says before slamming the door shut.

Tashila lays slumped on the floor for some minutes. During this phase she desperately tries to rationalize the situation as a dream or nightmarish hallucination. Though after a half hour she comes to her senses and hesitantly rises to her feet. She pads gently on the wood floor, her claws clacking irksomely. On the bed sits a red-maroon dress with a white frilled hem. It is clearly the outfit of a maid. Tashila steps to the mirror in the room's corner and after a deep breath looks at her reflection.

"Gods no." She says. The voluptuous female in the mirror is herself. While she couldn't appreciate it at the time she was indeed the picture of Argonian beauty. The lightness of her scales indicate youthfulness and vigor. Her thighs are meaty and thick, with a thin waistline. She is given pause when she notices her tail for the first time. Disgusted she holds it in her hands before letting it droop. The Argonian's cleavage can be seen through a tear in her shirt. Her breasts are large as well. She would be the desire of any Argonian in the realms.

Gritting her sharp teeth Tashila begins to pace the room looking for a means of escape. The window is gated. She could exit through the front gates, but she isn't confident in her stealth capabilities with this new body. If she were to get into an altercation there would be no way she could win and then she would be in the same position she is now. As she frets she is constantly repulsed by her own body. Though as the minutes pass she finds herself hung up on Yinzul. The feeling of him roughly bringing her to her feet repeats in her mind.

"I have to see him." She says, reasoning that she'd think of plan of escape on the way. She eyes the costume on the bed. "Maybe I can, ech, seduce him into letting me free." She muses. She hastily removes the shreds of her human clothes baring her soft-green scales to the room. She hastily dresses to stop the jiggling of her perky breasts and rear.

As expected the maid outfit is embarrassingly revealing and shapely. The dress portion is short and cuts off at the tail which would reveal her ass and genitals if she were to bend over. The outfit also comes with black stockings and maroon sleeves which fit the Argonian's svelte arms nicely. Somehow she feels even more embarassed in the outfit than she did in the nude. Though in the back of her mind some aspect of her enjoys the tight and revealing garment.

Opening the doors to her room Tashila clops toward Yinzul's chambers. The heels that were left for her to wear took a great deal of getting used to and she stumbled more than once. The dress ruffles as she walks.

"Monster. I will ruin you for this embarrassment." She says, cursing the sultry voice that escapes her scaled lips.

She stands befor eYinzul's doors and in a forceful motion pulls them both open.

*Ting*

"Ahhh, wha-what is that?" Tashila asks. Yinzul is sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only a sash. His black scales glint in the light of a nearby candelabra. In one hand he holds a small bell which he has just flicked the claw of the other hand. Its sound had a peculiar effect on Tashila. Her cheeks flush and her mind swims. It is as if she has forgotten what she was just intending to do. She sways as if drunk.

"This my dear is an attuning bell." Yinzul says. He crosses his legs which causes his stiff cock to stand erect. "As you may have noticed your transformation is slowly affecting your mind as well as your body. You will eventually become a submissive and ... lusty female in personality as well as in form. This can take days, but this bell greatly hastens the process. If you play along I won't have to use my bell and you can hold onto your human identity, for as long as that remains anyway. How does that sound Tashila?"

Tashila had been trying to ignore the impulses before, but with the Yinzul's explanation she understood what was happening to her. She was very quickly developing an attraction to Yinzul. And the chime of the bell only made the feelings stronger. She holds a hand to her breast.

"This is criminal. Yinzul, you can't do this. When my --" Tashila says. Yinzul has brought a claw to the bell's surface and threatens to again make it chime and draw her deeper into her hypnosis.

"There's a good girl." Yinzul says. "Come, let master have a look at you." The nude Argonian beckons. Tashila desperately tries to ignore her excitement at seeing his bare, barreled chest and engorged dick.

"So be it." She says before gingerly stepping toward Yinzul. When she is in reach he throws a burly arm around her thin waist and pulls her close.

"Ahhh." She squeals. Yinzul, never releasing his grip on the Attuning Bell, begins to feel Tashila up. He begins starts with the legs, stroking her every curve and panting as he does so. The female is naturally shocked, but stands her ground. The persistent sliver of her psyche that enjoys Yinzul's masculine form is the only thing that keeps her from pummeling him in rage, bell or no.

"Oh, you are a sweet little pastry aren't you?" Yinzul says. His hand moves up her legs to find her vagina. This proves to be too much to bear as Tashila instinctively swats his hand away and growls.

*Ting*

"Ahhh, no no no." She says, rubbing her thighs together.

"The bell does have a second function, as you seem to be realizing now. Your lust will peak whenever it sounds. I can feel it now. You're all wet, how does it feel?" Yinzul says.

Tashila is still mortified, but mollified by the sound of the bell. "It feels... good," She relinquishes.

"It feels good -what-?" Yinzul says.

"It feels good master." She says frowning. As the mage gropes her to his heart's content she struggles to remember all of the details of her human life. With every chime of the bell it becomes difficult to recall even recent events. For now she still remembers what her name was and that she must escape Yinzul no matter the cost. Distracting her constantly though is Yinzul's scent. She hadn't noticed it before her transformation, but he has a distinct heady odor. It must be a pheromone of some kind as the female begins to lean into his touches and enjoy the feeling. Yinzul licks his chops while lifting and prodding Tashila's breasts.

"Ah very nice. How does it feel to have breasts m'lady? I've always wondered." Yinzul says in a goading tone.

Tashila only groans in reply while blushing in spite of herself.

"Come, come. Kneal before me." Yinzul says, guiding the maid. Tashila fearfully crouches and falls to her knees. She prays that he won't order her to do what she fears he intends to. Yinzul lifts one of his large feet and holds it above her head. "Foot massage, now."

Tashila shakes her head slowly. "No, I-I can't. I won't. Anything but that." She says. Yinzul lifts his bell and quickly strikes it. *Ting* "Hnnn, oooh. No. You can't do this to me." *Ting* After the second chime Tashila sits slouched and panting. She is groggy and mildly confused. She grips her head as she tries to remember how she came to be in Yinzul's chambers. Her scaly body feels less foreign than it did moments before.

"Maid, foot massage." Yinzul says sternly. Tashila responds cheerily to the order.

"Of course sir. I'm sorry master." Tashila takes Yinzul's massive foot in both hands and begins to knead it diligently. The foot is naturally black and scaly. It is also quite clean, Tashila assumes he must have recently bathed. His wicked claws glint as Tashila probes between the toes and kneads the muscular tenseness away.

"Tashila. Do you happen to remember you parents' names?" Yinzul asks, quirking a brow.

"I umm," The female says. She strains her forehead in concentration in trying to find an answer for her master. She is unable to remember her parents and after some additional thought she realizes that she doesn't remember anyone in her life except for Yinzul. This doesn't trouble her, for reasons unbeknownst to her. "No I don't master. Should I?"

"No my love." He says, watching the submissive maid "Here, open your mouth." Tashila hesitantly opens her maw while Yinzul begins to shove his foot inside. Tashila is uncomfortable, but allows Yinzul to jab his foot into her moist hole. Her long maw allows her to accept much of it. The male's claws tickle her uvula causing her to gag. "Now lick."

"Mmmff. Unngg" Tashila says searching the room with frantic eyes. With Yinzul watching impatiently she begins to bring her broad tongue over the leathery surface of her master's scales. The taste is salty and dank. The odor of it is likewise heady and potent due to the proximity. She can hardly bear it.

"You enjoy the taste of master's feet Tashila?" Yinzul asks.

"Mmm Mmm" Tashila moans shaking her head.

"Still defiant? I have to admit you've had a lot of fortitude for a jumped up rogue." Yinzul says with a note of admiration. *Ting*

"Hhmmm. Nnng." Tashila pants onto the foot, breasts heaving. She begins to lick with fervor. She finds that she suddenly enjoys the taste. What's more she is pleased simply to be of service to her strong and attractive master. She deftly cleans each of Yinzul's claws with her tongue and when she has finished kisses the sole of his foot lightly.

"Very good Tashila. That felt wonderful." Yinzul says flexing his toes. His scales feeling renewed and sensitive.

"I am thankful for the opportunity sir." Tashila says, bowing her head nearly to the ground.

"Well my dear you are in luck. I happen to have two feet. Have fun." Yinzul says.

"Of course sir. Thank you." Tashila says while taking Yinzul's other foot in hand and hastily inserting it into her mouth. The male lifts Tashila's chin in his hands.

"I think we are going to enjoy a long and ... satisfying relationship Tashila. Don't you?" Yinzul asks.

"Mhmm!" Tashila responds.