Cursed Gold 2: Arlem's Crucible
Cursed Gold II:
Arlem's Crucible
It had another slow day, just like yesterday and the day before. Ever since Yamesh had had been hanged by the palace guards hardly any thieves had visited Arlem's shop. Granted, the better thieves continued their work, Granu, Kiley, Shahem, they were all doing well for themselves. They were the ones keeping him afloat, but the crime lord Yamesh had controlled the idiots and nincompoops that keep trinkets on the shelves. He was dead, as were many of his minions.
Arlem looked into the brass box that held the day's profits. One gold royal, three silver half royals, and a fucking copper. Damn this anti-crime wave! Josephine, his once beautiful, but now very angry wife would be upset, again. Damn her! It wasn't his fault the new governor was tough on crime. He might have to dip into his capital, he was doing well there.
The jangle of the goat's bell on the door caught his attention. "There in a moment!" he hollered. As he pushed through the beaded curtain that separated the back room from the front, he saw who his customer was.
Ah! It was Kiley, she would have something! At least he thought it was Kiley. The figure before him was misshapen and wheezing with difficulty. That fantastic brunette hair! It had to be Kiley.
"Ah! Kiley, my favorite customer, are you well?" She grunted. It was a stupid question, she obviously wasn't. "Not so, it appears." He murmured.
"Here" She heaved a burlap sack onto the counter. Tentatively he opened it; he wouldn't put it past Kiley to place a cobra in the sack. Gold! Oh ho! She had a good night! He could jump with joy.
"Very nice, lots of gold," he bit a piece. "High quality. 30 royals" He offered.
"Fine, fine. Do you know a good wizard, Arlem?" The misshapen thing before him asked.
"A wizard?" It wasn't a common request.
"I've been cursed, I need help."
Yes, that was clear. "Oh, of course, is that why..." he left it to her.
"Yes"
"Dresden on Jeweler's Street and Offal Way, he's good. I was cursed with wart on my nose once and he cleared it right up." He said as he retrieved his trading box and began counting her payment.
"Thank you" She grunted and shoved the coins into her sack and stumbled out the door. He sighed and looked at his new acquisition. An excellent buy, he had done well. Too well, Kiley wasn't herself today. She could've gotten another five royals out of him, but who was he to complain? He shrugged and went about examining the pieces. Most of them were masculine and to unique, he would melt them down and sell the ingots. But one ring, feminine and pretty with a large but not too large of ruby, yes he would give that to Josephine, she would be pleased. Maybe give him some cunt for the first time in... how long?
After prying out the few rubies, diamonds, and emeralds he dumped the remains into his crucible and stoked the flames. He would have to charge Jasmine extra for this lot. As it melted he could see that was fine quality. When came to the proper temperature he poured it into his molds. Some scant dribbles scattered across the floor when an inexplicable chill went down his spine.
"Humph... It may be time for retirement if I've lost my steady hands." He muttered to himself.
After looking out the window Arlem began locking up, it had gotten late and Josephine would be angry anyway, best not to test his luck. After slipping Josephine's ring into his pocket left locking the door behind him.
Along the way it as if his loin cloth was getting tight under his robes. By the time he reached his front door he was uncomfortable, but the thought of getting between his wife's legs kept his mind off it.
As soon as he entered his home Josephine let her presence be known. "Where the hell have been?!" She screeched from the kitchen. "You're late! Again! Damn you Arlem, probably not a copper to show for it either." He sighed as he entered the kitchen; the smell of roasting goat filled his nostrils.
"Hello, honey." He said pleasantly.
"Don't hello honey me! Fucking your customers my mother says, you bastard!" She was on one tonight but she was still very beautiful, graying auburn hair and blue eyes, her frame still young.
"I've got something for you."
"I should cut off your balls! What? You... You've got me something? Jewelry?" He nodded eagerly. Her expression softened greatly, to the point where she appeared to be a young girl again.
"Really, Arlem? What is it?" She was as enthusiastic as pubescent girl now. He pulled the ruby studded ring from his pocket. Josephine gasped and her hands trembled as she took the beautiful ornament.
"Oh Arlem! You do care!" She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled, enjoying the embrace, her plentiful bosom enveloping him. It was most he had gotten out of her for months.
"Of course I care! Well? Are you going to put it on?"
"Oh! Yes!" She pulled away and put the trinket on. Arlem became concerned when he saw her shudder.
"Josephine? Are you alright?"
She wiped her brow. "Yes, ah, just a cold chill. Hmm... perhaps I should show I care." She smiled with mock wickedness.
"Oh, perhaps..." She pulled her tunic over her head giving the horny Arlem a pleasant view of her sumptuous tits, just her loin cloth covering her groin.
"Ho, ho! The children at their homes? No interruptions?"
She licked her lips. "I'm sure of it." She whispered seductively. He tugged at the loin cloth's knot, causing it to fall away. Josephine was a tad plump but it added to her curvaceous ness.
"You've seen mine, Arlem the Changer, let's see yours!" Together they tore the robes from his body.
"Oh, ho, ho!" Josephine grinned. "You're ready I can see that!" Indeed bulge she was observing proved his great readiness. Deftly as a cat she slipped her left hand and worked the knot with her right. She moaned excitedly.
"Oh! So big tonight!" With a final gentle tug the cloth fell away and both lovers gasped. He was enormous! His mammoth pecker reached past his navel and Josephine could barely get her hands around it. Her eyes were wide with fear and fascination.
"My, my Arlem! I must service you more often, all this... pent up energy! But, ah! I can fix it!" She plunged her husband's massive appendage in her mouth and poor Arlem nearly fell over with pleasure. What had happened? Why was his, his... tool so massive? But who was he to complain, eh?
Josephine artfully swirled her tongue around his cock, and stuck it in the opening. He was so damn big! It almost seemed as it were still growing. She could barely hold on when he began thrusting and grunting like an animal. His shaft slammed into the back of her throat. Gagging, she tried to pull away but Arlem lost control, he held Josephine's head down, forcing her on his penis. Holding her there, he thrust in and out, pumping his shaft inside her mouth and throat.
Josephine whimpered. Her husband was raping her! Tears of terror and shame slid down her face. What was wrong! Arlem was such a gentle lover! Now! Now he was forcing his giant pecker down her throat. The sounds he was making weren't natural, they were guttural and animalistic.
Finally Arlem gave a shove, stiffened, and Josephine could feel the foul liquid blast into her throat. Slowly he slid out of her, saliva and cum dipping from the colossal penis; his balls quadruple their normal size. Josephine stood, prepared to destroy her husband.
But all Josephine could manage was a scream when she saw his disfigurement. His face had bulged out into a muzzle, his nostrils enormous and flared, drawing in a multitude of scents. His wife's sweat, the drying cum, they were so powerful. His ears had elongated, over a foot in length and covered brown fur. His transformed legs rippled with equine power.
"Hosafan haaaaaw! Haaaaaw!" His member began to soften until it flopped over and pulled back into his sheath. Josephine backed away in terror. She had to get away from him, but he blocked all exits.
"Hosafan plahsse! I soooory plahaaaaaw!" His out stretched arms were become more jackass like, brown fur grew over his legs and buttocks while creamy fur begun covering his belly.
"Hosa-haaaaw!"
"Get away from me you freak! Leave me alone!" She threw an expensive vase at him, where it crashed into his muzzle. He shook his asinine head, his ears flopping. Fear had already enveloped Josephine but more struck her when she saw the beast's actions.
"Stop it! Get away!" She threw a pillow at him. His nostrils were flaring again drawing in her scent. Unbeknownst to Josephine she was already emitting the pheromones of a heated jenny.
She screamed again when she saw his shaft reappearing from its tunnel, pre-cum dripping from the tip. The jack was having trouble standing now, its primal instincts battling human intellect. Maybe, just maybe she could escape. Carefully Josephine positioned herself, her eyes locked with the beast's.
She made her dash towards the outside door. She would have made had it not been for the exquisite wool rug that she demanded Arlem buy for her. Her bare, transforming foot caught the loose material sending her sprawling.
The aroused jack saw his chance. As she struggled to get up she presented herself perfectly. He crashed over to her and Josephine screamed as his immense cock parted her cunt.
"NNNNOOOOOOO!!!"
It was painful at first but the curse had infiltrated Josephine as well. As her cunt grew, the instinct to copulate grew as well. Before long she was grunting with pleasure along side her mate.
Transformations continued as Josephine joined her lover in appearance. The jackass straddled his morphing mate she grew, her rump widening to accept studs such as her husband and others. A long sinewy donkey tail erupted from Josephine's tailbone as the mottled, veined penis pumped inside her.
Her kneeling position became painful as Josephine's body became more equine. "HHAAAAW!!!" the jennet screamed as she lunged up, disconnecting their genital union.
Displeased, the jack tried biting her but a swift kick by Josephine taught Arlem his place. Once sure of his motives she presented and with a grunt he was on her back pumping his seed in her belly.
"Jalem, look what I found." Liana held up the gold ring with a ruby.
"Huh? Is it mother's?" The young man asked.
"Not that I have ever seen. May as well take it, she won't be using it."
"Liana!" Her younger brother burst out. "We'll find mother and father!"
"Yes, yes." She didn't think they would, but lied for the sensitive Jalem's benefit. "I'm sure we will, but let's not let some bum have it."
Jalem sighed deeply, again. Liana rolled her eyes, he was always their favorite, and they coddled him horribly.
"I-I just don't understand it, Liana." He was weeping again. "Who would take mama and papa and leave a pair of donkeys?" Liana shook her head, she didn't understand either. Her father dealt with dangerous men and her mother's previous life as a dancer exposed her as well. But donkeys? Was it some sort of stupid calling card?
"How are they doing anyway?" Liana asked. "The donkeys I mean." Jalem was busy shaking a locked coin box.
"Fine. I've had to put them in the back lot. More horny animals I have never seen! Dayla didn't want the children to see."
"Hmm." In truth Liana was jealous of her brother. He would be receiving the bulk of the inheritance. She and her husband would be lucky to keep the ring she found.
Jalem sighed again. "Such a mess. Go Liana, I'll bring some workmen around to clean up. The two of us will never make any headway." Finally a good idea.
"Alright, I'll see you Jalem." Absent mindedly she slipped the ruby ring on to finger and suddenly she shivered.
"Something wrong?" Jalem asked.
Liana shook her head. "No, just a cold chill. Bye, Jalem." Liana stepped out into the busy street.
_ FIN _