Shattered Shards: Perilous Plunder
#15 of Shattered Shards
Shattered Shards: Perilous Plunder
By Von Krieger
Lights coming on, alarms blaring, the sounds of heavy boots upon the concrete as security officials rushed to the scene of the crime. It all mattered little to Aden, who slowly and quietly made his way through the thick foliage that covered most of the mansion grounds.
Rather nice of his 'patron' to provide him with such an easy way in and out. There had been no security cameras, no motion detectors, no guard dogs, not even broken glass or barbed wire atop the walls. It was like the mansion's owner wanted Aden to break into his home and abscond with several items of no small worth.
It would be more than enough to keep the thief in the lap of luxury for the next year; though he most certainly was not going to remain idle for twelve long months. Oh no. Life wasn't worth living unless there was a challenge involved, and the most grand challenges to Aden were his heists.
Utilizing a wonderful little broach that he had pilfered from the home of an absentminded herbalist, the plant life shifted and moved away. Not a bit of it touched the thief as he strolled leisurely through thick, thorny rose bushes, through prickly pine trees, through the tall grass and brambles that grew on the outskirts of the property.
The displaced plants moved right back to their previous positions, camouflaging his passage, assuring that no one would even think in the slightest that someone had come this way.
Not five minutes after his thefts had been discovered, Aden was over the outer wall and out into the communal park that was nestled in between the walled lands of dozens of prime 'patrons,' several of which had already 'sponsored' Aden's particular art.
He made his way to the center of the park, resting in a sheltered spot in a thick stand of birch trees that would be impossible to pierce without magical aid. He sat upon a rock and opened his bag of ill-gotten goods, eager to examine the items he had collected before accidentally triggering an unseen alarm.
As he went to open the bag Aden discovered that while the trees and plants moved to avoid him, it seemed his bag was a different story. Several long, bristly stalks clung to the fabric, having become stuck to the bag as he passed them.
Nothing to worry about, just a few easily removed foxtails. He chuckled and plucked them off, tossing them aside.
They shimmered and sparkled as they flew through the air, landing nearby, tiny motes of metallic light remaining in the air in a thick cloud.
Aden scowled at the cloud, the union of the two worlds had altered a few plants in magically heavy areas, granting them an occasional odd property, like glow in the dark pollen.
The thief sighed and went back to his bag, sneezing several times as the sweet-smelling pollen worked its way into his nose. He sneezed several more times, deep breaths followed by powerful expulsions of the very same breath.
Thankfully the sneezes shooed away the remainder of the pollen, leaving Aden's nose thankfully clear of irritants. But now he felt strange, feverish, too warm in the cool night. Warmth seemed to blossom within him, making his entire body flush, blood moving closer to the skin to allow for more effective dispersal of heat.
It wasn't any surprise that the increase in blood flow caused some other areas to stir. Aden moaned softly as he felt himself grow erect. He began to unbutton his shirt, it wasn't like anyone would see him out in the middle of the park, in the middle of the night, well hidden from any prying eyes.
He unzipped his pants and grinned as he began to stroke himself, casting his shirt aside. This wasn't particularly unusual, as he tended to focus on a heist to the point where he forsook pleasures of the flesh in order to concentrate.
This wasn't the first victory erection Aden had found himself with, but it was the most needful. In a few moments he was on all fours, working his way out of his pants, as he still felt too warm.
He kicked off his shoes, tugging off his socks, his pants and underwear down around his ankles, he felt much better as he stripped fully naked, leaning back against the smooth rock behind him, eyes closed in blissful pleasure.
He did not notice that his body looked a bit different than before, a narrowing in the midsection, a thinning of the build, a slight alteration of the angles in his face. Nor did he notice the slight swelling upon his chest, for he was far more concerned with the swelling in his loins.
With each stroke of his shaft his body seemed to feminize, his hair growing out, his hips swelling, hands and feet becoming more dainty, his skin growing softer. But none of this was noticed, not even as something slithered outward from the base of his spine.
The new limb tickled dreadfully, making Aden giggle, the tickling spreading to his rump as he found himself sitting on the new addition. He giggled some more and went to all fours, solving the problem of his sitting upon his new tail.
And quite a splendid tail it was, bristling with red-orange and white fur along its three foot length, bushy and thick, swaying gently as Aden thrust against his hand as he pawed off.
He no longer felt quite so warm, in fact, he felt somewhat cooled. He gasped softly as he felt his nipples harden, leaning downward, planting his shoulder against the ground so that he could both stroke and grope. He clenched his teeth as a pleasurable sensation shot through him as he caressed his pectoral area, rubbing his new A-cup breasts.
Oh how wonderful and soft they felt, how very perfect, if only they were bigger; if only there were more to caress, more to adore, and if only he had more limbs to caress them.
With his body suitably feminized, for now, the changes seemed content to alter him in a different way, sharpening his teeth, transforming his ears from whorled flaps to proud triangles atop his head.
They twitched softly, detecting the sounds in the darkness that Aden had never before had the acuity to hear. None of them bothered him, for his predatory instincts told him there was nothing out there to fear and that as he was not interested in hunting prey and thus the other sounds were beneath his notice as well.
The shemale vixen giggled as the tickle of growing fur spread over her ears, pausing for a moment in her self-love to flex her fingers, which felt rather funny and cramped for a few moments as her nails darkened. Growing thin upon one axis, they thickened upon two others, extending from her fingertips as small, black claws, a matching set upon her toes.
Having transformed a portion of her toes, the change lingered there for a few moments, enlarging a few of them, shrinking another and moving it further back on the foot. Realignment of the legs came next, bone, ligament, and muscle all warping, stretching, popping and creaking softly as Aden was gifted with a pair of digitigrade legs, far better suited for fleeing thieving endeavors than what she had before.
The tickling sensation returned once more, spreading rusty red and gleaming white wherever it went, making her entire body tingle with vulpine glee as her gorgeous fur coat grew in to its fullest.
Her caresses were quickly enhanced by the addition of black leather upon her finger pads and palms, the black leather soon joined by equally black fur, marking her complete alteration into a vixen.
But Aden craved more, and more she would receive; for not only had she stolen, but she had done so sloppily and arrogantly, her curse not merely one enchanted foxtail, but three.
Her tail tingled, the sensation spreading to her spine, not merely being robbed of species and gender, the magical essence of the foxtails would assure that she would never steal from their master again.
As Aden's tail split in two, her breasts began to grow, making the lusty vixen moan with delight, enjoying the sensations of the expanding flesh against her padded palm. Accompanying the alteration were similar changes to her hips, rump, and lips. Her fur color altered subtly upon her face, placing upon her eyelids a bright green.
The vixen felt a presence upon her shoulders, and upon opening her eyes saw that it was her own hair, now a lush green, slithering out from her head, making her look all the more like the stunning beauty that she had become.
Aden wanted a lover so badly, her cock ached, longing for the warmth and tightness that it would only find nestled within the loving anatomy of another creature. The vixen found herself entering a state of heat, longing for the touch of another.
She continued to stroke, continued to jerk, with each thrust she let out a soft, pleading bark, seeking to call a potential lover to her locale, to aid her in slaking this growing lust that filled her increasingly sexualized body.
To be transformed into a lusty harlot, that was the curse of the second foxtail. To have not merely the body, but also in part the mind of a wanton slut. Left to her own devices, Aden would likely be carousing bars and standing upon street corners within the week, eager to share her sleek, sexy, shapely form with anyone who would have her.
The second curse was not particularly a punishment, but as Aden had made her presence known, thieving was most certainly not the career for her in this new day and age. So one would be provided, one that still flaunted the law and required a specialized set of skills, one didn't want to make the new apples fall too far from the tree, after all.
A proper thief would've been left with species and gender warped a bit, but the rest of her faculties intact. An incompetent thief would find herself with the natural ability and instinctual talents to pursue a new career. But Aden had not only been a thief, not only been a clumsy thief, but he has also been an arrogant thief, and thus her alterations were not yet through.
The vixen quivered as her belly filled with strange warmth. From the innermost depths to the edge of each fiber of fur, the vixen felt change stirring within her once more. Rather than split, a third tail emerged from her spine in the manner of her first.
While generous before, her bust now boarder upon the unnatural, the realm of porn starlets and strippers. But added to this was an additional asset, one that made Aden moan with delight as she felt it.
Her cock began to swell, elongating and thickening, her sexual characteristics enhanced by her third curse. The first two would have left her manhood as it naturally was, but with the third nothing would remain of her original form.
Amber eyes clenched tightly shut as Aden's thick shaft darkened, swelling in places, retracting in others. She shivered as her sheath properly formed. The vixen ran her clawtips over her swollen knot, delighting in the intense sensation.
Her belly still churned, flesh and bone once more altering within her. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she felt a swelling upon her middle, a second pair of breasts blossoming into existence. It was exactly what she had wanted, more of her wonderful tits to love and...
She recalled the second part of her earlier musing and gasped softly as it too was gifted to her as a reward. Rolling onto her back, removing her hand from her cock, she was now easily equipped to pleasure herself.
Using her two new hands she sandwiched her lowermost breasts, trapping her generous cock between them, thrusting against her soft, creamy furred tits. She couldn't imagine how life could be any better.
She panted, her tongue lolling out of her slight muzzle. She arched her back, bucking into the air, pressing upwards with her legs, thrusting as deeply as she could into her breasts.
He pleasure peaked, a dam burst inside of her, allowing thick rivulets of seed to pour from her member, damping the fur of her belly and breasts with its hot, sticky warmth.
But that was not all. Upon her second ejaculation, something else seemed to give way inside of her, another river breaking free within her altered body, sending liquid warmth erupting from her body in a different fashion.
Her new femsex climaxed explosively, dousing her thighs and tails with the pleasantly scented fragrance of vixen climax.
Aden rolled onto her side, coaxing a few more jets of seed from her cock, letting them ooze onto the ground, rather than onto her already sodden fur. Already she would need a bath, and there was no need to make herself even dirtier.
Her lust partially sated, Aden stood and gathered up her discarded clothes, stuffing them into the bag of recovered loot. She smiled as she walked through the dense brush, the plants parting eagerly before her.
Her mistress would be so thrilled with her, proud of her newest vixen who went out all on her own and chased down the horrible thief that had made off with a few of her showpieces.
While pretty and valuable, Mistress did not leave her true treasures out in plain sight for any thief to snatch. Aden knew that, of course. Everything in the mansion's main rooms was for show and for decoration, and for sneak thieves to snatch, thinking themselves newly rich and clever.
Aden wondered what surprises thieves would discover upon trying to flee from her owner's property. She desperately wished to know what interesting fates awaited those who would dare steal from the wonderful woman that gave her and other sorts of gorgeous, sexual creatures a home.
A soft sound like wind chimes drew Aden's attention and she turned her head, seeing a few golden grains of pollen settling upon her glowing, silvery seed. She grinned as she saw small, green shoots sprout up from the soil.
She watched the plants grow and blossom, tall green grasses mixed in with tall plants with cascades of beautiful flowers. Foxtails and foxgloves. They always marked the places where a nature-kissed kitsune like herself found enjoyment. Enjoyment that would, on occasion, be gifted to a passerby when the plants were ready to reproduce.
Aden moaned softly, rubbing her belly with her two lower hands. As soon as she returned home, she too would be ready and eager to reproduce as well. With anyone she could get her four hands on.
Aden's three tails swayed happily behind her as the kitsune wondered which of her mistress's many pets she'd snuggle up with first.