Thief of a Stick - Lollipop TF

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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 should write this down. In the notebook she was stealing, ideally.' His fingertips on her candy skin were WILDLY loud, every ridge of them broadcast through her sugar nerves, and being handled, lifted, tilted, examined, sent slow waves of shameful warmth rolling through her core. Her body felt strange in a way she had no words for, dense and sweet and humming, arousal with nowhere to go pooling low around the stick. He noticed. Of course he noticed. A single syrupy bead was welling at the seam of her candy pussy, sliding down the stick.

"Ohhh, interesting. Sensory transfer is fully intact. You can feel everything, can't you?" He set her upright on his desk, stick down in a little holder, and leaned in, chin on his hands, eyes enormous behind the spectacles. "Alright, thief. Let's play a game. A fair one, I'm a fair alchemist. The stick anchors the spell. If you can keep it in until morning," he tapped the desk, "sunrise, first light, then I turn you back and we discuss your employment options like adults. If it falls out..." He smiled, and the smile was friendly, which somehow made it worse. "Well… Then the spell considers you unclaimed candy and unclaimed candy in this house tends to get enjoyed." 'Keep the stick in~ fine~ FINE~ how hard can that be~' Her pussy leaked another warm bead of syrup down the stick, entirely without permission, and the alchemist watched it fall with the patient interest of a man who already knew the answer.

Keeping the stick in turned out to be the hardest job of Aisha's career, because the alchemist did not play fair. Fair men don't lick their prisoners. He started with her hair. Leaned in, all casual scientific interest, and dragged his warm wet tongue up one sculpted red ribbon of it, root to tip. The sensation detonated through her skull. Her hair was CANDY, every strand fused sugar packed with her transplanted nerves, and his tongue melting the thinnest layer of it away was like every scalp shiver she'd ever felt compressed into one stroke. Her tiny body arched on the stick, syrup beading between her thighs. "AHHN~ hnn~" Her faint chiming moan rang across the desk and he grinned. "Strawberry. I ALWAYS should trap in strawberry. I shoul dnote that down, actually..." 'Fascinating,' he thought, turning her gently by the shoulders. 'Sensory density increases where mass decreases. Which means the more I taste, the more sensitive she gets. Science demands thoroughness.' He tasted thoroughly. His tongue found her breasts next, curling hot and slick around one whole candy tit, and he suckled at it, slow and patient, and she felt herself DISSOLVING into his mouth, the breast shrinking lick by lick, mass melting away onto his tongue, and every molecule that left her screamed pleasure on its way out. When he pulled back her breast was visibly smaller, sleeker, glossy with his saliva, the nipple half melted to a soft nub and the compressed nerves in what remained burned twice as bright. 'He's~ he's EATING my tits~ he's drinking me like~ hnnn~ and it feels~ WHY does it feel~' "Symmetry," he declared and did the other one. By the time both breasts were reduced, Aisha was a trembling mess on her stick, syrup running freely down it in slow strings, her tiny hips locked mid squirm. He gave her a break then, which was not mercy, just a different flavor of torment. He fished through her dissolved gear's residue, muttered a retrieval word, and her guild card popped free of her candy surface, full sized in his palm.

"Let's see. 'Aisha. Rank: Novice. Specialty: Acquisition. Standing: Probationary.'" He looked from the card to the four inch sucker on his desk and back. "Probationary. They sent a PROBATIONARY thief at my house. I'm a little insulted, honestly. You should be too. You're clearly talented, you got past everything except the paper." He flicked the card. "Novice. Pfft. Novice on a stick." 'When I get my body back I'm stealing your TEETH~' "Angry little candy." He smiled at th angry candy and leaned in again. "One more taste for the road." This lick went low. His tongue pressed flat against her sculpted candy pussy, hot and huge and slow, dragging up through the syrup slicked seam and Aisha's mind whited out completely. Her whole body clenched, sugar singing, and her pussy LEAKED, gushing warm syrup around the stick, so much of it, melting the seal of her own entrance wider, slicker and looser. The stick slid out and fell to the desk. Silence they both looked at it. "Well…" The alchemist sighed, genuinely a little disappointed. "That's bad. For you, I mean. Rules are rules, the spell's already registered it as unclaimed candy." He scooped her up, and she pounded her tiny fists against his fingers, chiming furiously. "Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I'm full. However." He carried her toward the back room. "One night with my pet octopus should serve as your redemption. He LOVES sweets." 'Octopus~ OCTOPUS~ please no~ PLEASE~ I'll steal FOR you~ I'll dust your SHELVES~'

The cage sat beside a great glass tank and the thing in the tank was already moving before he even opened the lid. Rust brown, big as a dog, eight arms uncoiling with liquid grace, golden slotted eyes fixing on her with an intelligence she did not like at all. He set her in the cage. The octopus poured itself out of the tank, through the cage bars like they were a suggestion, and settled around her, a warm slick wall of muscle on every side. The first tentacle touched her ankle. Slime slicked, softer than it looked, its suckers kissing up her candy calf one by one, each little cup sealing and releasing with a tiny pok, and every kiss pulled a spark of melting sensation from her surface. 'Okay~ okay it's just tasting~ it's just~' It was not just tasting. A second arm wound around her waist, suckers mouthing across her belly. A third coiled her chest, feeling over her reduced breasts, sucking each one gently into a cup and holding it there, pulsing. And the thickest arm slid up between her thighs and the tapered tip of it found her syrup soaked candy pussy and pushed IN. "AHHHN~" Her sculpted entrance had been melted soft by tongue and syrup, and the tentacle worked into it slowly, filling her tiny body, and she could see it, actually SEE it through her translucent red sugar, the pale shape of it moving inside her, suckers rippling along its length against her inner walls. The suckers were the ruin of her. Each one sealed against her melting inner surface and PULLED, a hundred tiny mouths kissing her from the inside, and the arm pumped in slow rolling waves, and Aisha's compressed nerves, packed denser with every gram the night had melted off her, had nowhere to put it all.

She squirted a lot. Warm strawberry syrup gushing around the tentacle, her whole candy body flexing and chiming, vision full of static. 'AH~ AH~ I can't~ it's too much~ it's TOO~' The octopus, delighted by the flavor, worked faster. It turned her over in its arms like a puzzle, suckers everywhere, hair, throat, ass, the backs of her knees, fucking her sweet body in patient rolling strokes, and she came again, and again, each climax melting her a little smaller, a little smoother, syrup pooling on the cage floor beneath the two of them while her painted eyes rolled and her open candy mouth dripped. Somewhere near dawn, wrung out and glossy and noticeably reduced, held in a warm cradle of loosely coiled arms while the octopus dozed around her like a satisfied nightmare, Aisha managed one last coherent thought. 'I came to this kingdom to get big.' A tentacle tip idly circled her over-sensitive pussy in its sleep and she shuddered, chiming softly. 'Got smaller instead. Literally... in every measurable way...' The morning light was already graying the window. The alchemist would come, and turn her back, probably, mostly, at whatever size was left of her, and she could only hope it wasn't TOO much smaller, because the guild had height requirements for field work and she'd already been fudging hers. The octopus hugged her closer, sticky and content, and Aisha, novice thief, probationary member, four inches of well licked strawberry candy, closed her eyes and started planning how to steal that notebook damn ANYWAY.

Thief of a Stick - Lollipop TF

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