Thief of a Stick - Lollipop TF
Tags: Inanimate, Melting, Food TF
The quest board in the Undermarket had exactly one job posted that made no sense. "RETRIEVE: One notebook from the alchemist Vessper's residence, Coppergate district. DIFFICULTY: VERY HIGH. REWARD: Generous." A notebook. From a bookshelf, a very high difficulty one. The veteran thieves walked past…
The quest board in the Undermarket had exactly one job posted that made no sense. "RETRIEVE: One notebook from the alchemist Vessper's residence, Coppergate district. DIFFICULTY: VERY HIGH. REWARD: Generous." A notebook. From a bookshelf, a very high difficulty one. The veteran thieves walked past it like it was cursed, which should have been Aisha's first clue, but Aisha was new, broke and hungry, and the math looked beautiful. She'd been stealing since she was three. Started with bread from a stall, small fingers, big eyes, gone before the baker turned around. Twenty years later she lifted gold from locked chests and purses from belts and a few weeks ago she'd finally gone official, guild card and all, setting up shop in Erie Kingdom. The problem with being new was information. Info cost coin, coin required jobs, jobs required info. A simple gig she could actually do would break the cycle. Get cash, get standing, grow big. 'One notebook. It’s an easy one-night job! Easy numbers.' She went in through the second floor window at midnight, all soft leather and softer steps. The house smelled like dried herbs, sulfur and old paper. No guards, no dogs, no wards she could detect, and she checked TWICE, because "very high" had to mean something. The study was cluttered but honest. Shelves of jars, a stuffed crow and there, on the bookshelf, spine out, a plain leather notebook exactly matching the description. 'If this is high difficulty, I'm going to do NUMBERS in this kingdom!' She slid the notebook free, and a little piece of paper clung to her forearm. It was small, square, inked with a delicate alchemy sign, interlocking circles around a tiny diamond and her stomach dropped through the floor. A trap sigil. THE alchemist's sigil. She braced for the alarm, the teleport, the explosion. Nothing happened. She stood in the dark, heart hammering, completely fine. "Huh?" Then her body started to changed shape. Heat bloomed under the paper first, sweet smelling heat, sugar cooking and it poured INTO her arm like syrup through a crack. Her skin flushed or blush red. CANDY red, translucent and glossy, the color spreading up her shoulder and across her chest, and where it passed, her flesh went dense, smooth and faintly sticky. 'No~ What IS THIS~' Her insides sweetened. She felt it happen, organs dissolving into solid crystalline sugar, her bones becoming hard candy cores, her blood thickening to warm strawberry syrup and then stopping entirely, becoming part of the whole. The heaviness of it was incredible, her whole body one dense fused piece, and everywhere the change touched lit up with sensation, every nerve preserved and re-strung through sugar. Her clothes soaked in and vanished, leather and cloth melting into her candy surface, leaving her a nude glossy figure. Her breasts rounded and set with hard drop nipples. Her belly smoothed to a gleaming curve. Her pussy re-formed in perfect sculpted candy detail, lips and all, and to her horror it stayed SENSITIVE, more sensitive, the nerves of her whole pelvis crowded into it. "Hnnn~ Ahhh~" Even her voice crystallized halfway through the moan, going faint and chiming. Her hair was last, dark strands flooding red, fusing into flowing sculpted ribbons of pulled sugar, frozen mid tumble. Her joints locked. Her lips parted and set. She was a red female shaped lollipop, life sized at first, and then the spell SHRANK her, the room ballooning enormous as she compressed down, down, dense and small, until she stood barely a hand and a half tall. Then the last part of the spell arrived. Something pressed between her candy thighs from below, blunt and smooth, and pushed UP into her sculpted pussy, a white paper stick sliding deep into her sugar core, and the penetration rang through her entire crystallized body like a struck bell. "AHHN~" She overbalanced and toppled, landing on the rug with a hard little clack, a fallen lollipop beside the dropped notebook, stick jutting from between her legs, her painted eyes staring at a ceiling a mile away. 'A stick~ There's a STICK in my pussy~ I'm on a STICK~' A light came down the hall. Slippers shuffled. The alchemist appeared in the doorway in a nightrobe, lamp raised, and he was younger than she'd expected, mid thirties maybe, tall and lean with ash blond hair in complete disarray, quick gray eyes behind round spectacles, ink stains on his long fingers, and an expression of pure, delighted fascination. "A visitor!" He crouched over her, beaming like a child at a tide pool. "And you found one of my traps. Oh, oh, which one, which one... " He picked up the sigil paper, read it, and made a sound of genuine joy. "The confectionery seal! That's the BEST one! Do you know how long I've waited for someone to trip that? The guild keeps sending nobody!" 'She's exquisite,' he thought, turning her gently in his fingers, lamplight glowing through her translucent red body. 'The detail retention on this casting is my finest work. The hair alone. I shoul
