Transformation Stream Story 3: A Re-Purposed Thief
The third story of the stream was requested by Sanmer, using his rogue character.
A Re-Purposed Thief For Sanmer By Draconicon
Sanmer Lamarre was an experienced thief. The arctic fox had stolen from multiple keeps, brought down an annoying mayor through the picking of his own pockets and accounting books, and had even gotten a few dragons on his tail for raiding their hoards. He had done it all, and seen it all.
Yet, he had never seen a hoard that was this big.
The place was a thief's wet dream, and the fox had stumbled on it by accident. Having slipped through a crack in a mountain to get away from a gnoll chasing him, Sanmer had explored the tunnel to see if there was a different way out. He'd walked for nearly an hour before he had found another exit, but rather than coming out on the side of the mountain, he'd fallen through empty air onto a podium a little more than ten feet down.
From there, the fox had gaped at the landscape of gold, for that was precisely what it was, a landscape. It wasn't a pile, nor a spread of treasure as he had seen in other hoards. This was a landscape of it, stretching out as far as he could see, with coins, jewels, armor, weapons, and other treasures that he could scarcely believe could be gathered in one place like this. His fingers itched to grab them, and his pockets - which had held any sorts of treasure before - felt completely inadequate to the task.
"First things first. Let's find the lightest, most valuable things, and move from there."
Having made a decision, the fox leaped from the podium, grabbing it with one arm and swinging down it in a spiral. He was quite glad that he had done that, as it took him nearly half a minute to reach the bottom. After taking a moment to let his dizziness pass, he walked forward, taking his time to avoid making noise, and started examining different gems that were scattered atop the gold.
What little thought he had that it was a small layer of gold on top of the mountain cavern was dispelled as he slipped, burying himself up to his waist in gold before he could pull himself up. It was like a quicksand trap, and he wondered if other thieves were buried under the ocean of gold.
Shaking his head at the thought, he moved forward, picking up a few small sapphires as he went.
Eventually, a pile of treasure off to the side caught his eye. It wasn't larger than the others, but he could see a number of smaller items, things that would be easier to carry away, and that's what he wanted. Of particular interest was something that looked like a unicorn horn, and if that was what it was, it would be valuable beyond the simple gems around it.
Drawn forward by the allure of the horn, the fox slid down a pile of coins, gathering momentum from the slide to shoot himself over another hill. He leaped through the air and came down on the stone platform that supported the chests with the horn and other things.
As soon as he got a closer look at the horn, he realized that he was luckier than he thought. It wasn't a unicorn horn, but it was something even better. A dragon's horn. He grinned, rubbing his hands together at the thought of what selling that to the mages back in the capital would bring, and then reached out and grabbed it.
A tingle went through his fingers as he touched it, and he blinked as he lowered it to his crotch.
"What? Huh?"
The fox shook his head, turning the horn. There was a hole along the bottom, and around it were a series of dragon runes. He couldn't read them, but he recognized a spell when he saw one. He lifted his hand with every intent of throwing it away, but rather than leaving his fingers, he brought it back down again, rubbing the bored open end against the crotch of his pants.
He moaned immediately, the touch sending a pleasurable, electric sensation through his body. His shaft rose up, throbbing inside of his pants, and he couldn't help himself. Sanmer reached down, pulling at the bindings for his pants and freed his cock. It was just as he was about to slide it into the hole that he realized what he was doing, and he tried to stop, grabbing onto his wrist with his free hand.
"No...no, no..."
Despite his resistance, something in the horn pulled itself down towards his crotch. The nearer it got to his shaft, the more turned on he felt, and he started to sweat as he strove to keep it away. He swore that there were lines of light starting to shine, connecting his crotch to the horn.
Then it touched him.
With a louder moan, he slammed his hips forward. The thrust buried his cock inside of the horn, and his eyes glazed over, his mouth going slack. He felt an emptying in the back of his mind, like something had just slid out, but he barely paid attention to it. He wanted to feel more of that, more of the wonderful sensation.
He pulled his hips back and thrust again, and again. Each thrust was followed by more of that strange draining feeling, and each time it was easier to thrust forward again, like there was less of his worries behind. Less of everything behind, for that matter. He might have worried, but he thrust forward again, and the worry was gone.
As he kept thrusting into the horn hole, he began to change. His fur fell out en masse, replaced by white scales that flowed over his body like fire up a log. His muzzle grew narrower, and his teeth more pointed. It hurt, stung as his face changed, but the horn wouldn't let him stop. He kept thrusting, and his body kept changing, no matter how much he might have worried.
It didn't take long for the fox's body to become something incredibly different, his fur gone, replaced by snow white scales, and his tail turned into a muscular fifth limb. It slammed against the ground with each thrust into the horn, scattering coins and other treasure this way and that, and he panted as his body begged for more.
His clothes ripped apart, his body growing another foot in height, and his feet changing, rising onto tip-toes rather than staying flat. He growled, the sound coming from deeper in his chest, and he pulled the toy down against the base of his cock.
Somehow, it seemed to throb, growing tighter around the base as his back ached. One, then the second wing burst free, scattering scales along the floor, but his attention was focused on the horn. It squeezed at his shaft, milking it, teasing it, but not taking him over the edge. It was so tight that he couldn't pull it off of his shaft, either, leaving it stuck there and keeping him throbbing and oozing inside it.
It was four hours later when the dragon found him. The great creature looked down at him, at the former fox turned into a pseudo-dragon, and chuckled.
"The horn worked again. You will do well as a guard."
Sanmer dumbly nodded. He couldn't think of anything else to say...or think of anything at all. A guard would be good, then, so he wouldn't have to think.
The End