| Cephelia |
By Drakli
| Cephelia |
All of the trees, rocks, and undergrowth were replaced by the silken drapery, billowing sheets, and soft mattress of the Sorceress’s bedchambers, "And what do you suppose I should do with you, my little burglar." Even nude, the Sorceress retained her dignity and intimidating sense of power.
I gathered everything into my most charming smile, "Admire all the hard work and preparation that went into the job?"
"Mmmhmm." came the skeptical response, "Those are some... interesting preparations you're wearing. There's a girdle under that cloth, isn't there?"
"Oh, this?" I looked down at myself, "Just a little something to blend in with the environment."
"Perhaps I should do something to help you blend in." the Sorceress frowned, lifting a slender hand.
I spoke quickly, "You see, this girdle compresses me into a vaguely feminine shape, and the bodysuit and hood are gray as stone. If I freeze in place, especially in the dark of night, I can be mistaken for a woman statue at a distance." Her hand hesitated, and I took that as a cue to continue, "And the cloth is treated with a special oil which masks scents. I figured that some of your reshaped guardians might have enhanced senses of smell, to track intruders."
Her hand remained lifted, "How do you know so much about my Garden?"
My charming smile returned, "Your reputation is great, o' Sorceress. You are feared as the most powerful spellcaster in the land. No one knows anything specific about you, but everyone's heard tales of your enchanted garden of petrified souls, and transformed womanly creatures."
"Indeed. Tell me more." she commanded.
"It's hard to break into a sorcerer or a witch's lair, for obvious reasons. Even casing the joint presents enchanted dangers worse than any castle guards." I tread carefully with my words, "More often than not, all one has to go on is the reputation, rumours and word of mouth about what kind of magick they use."
The Sorceress gave a chilling giggle, like the chimes of doom, "And you broke into the sanctum of the most powerful spellcaster in the land armed only with 'knowledge' of rumours?! You are a fool."
"Except that I succeeded. And almost got away with it." It was a dangerous gambit, and as she glared, prickles ran up my spine. With a sheepish smile, I shrugged, "...almost. Not quite."
She stared for several, long moments, then smirked, "A fool... or a genius." Her hand lowered, slowly, "Why don't you slip out of that ridiculous costume, and show me some of the other preparations you brought?"
I complied politely, showing her my belt of gear... my pouch of knock-out powder... my lockpicks... my amulet that detected enchantments... I made suggestions on how to shore up her security. It's amazing, how well you can sit and talk shop with a breathtakingly naked woman when your life depends on it.
Finally, she smiled, "Well, that's all nice and good, dear. But now it's time for me to decide how, exactly to punish you."
"Um. With leniency?" I suggested. This was the moment when it all came together or fell apart, "Because I'm more useful alive, than as a statue?"
Grinning, she replied, "Interesting, how you say that. You see, the whole point of my starting this Shaper Crystal rumour was to find a thief cunning, clever, and bold enough to steal it successfully.
I could swear my dropping jaw was audible.
"There isn't really a Shaper Crystal. It was a pretty trinket with a teleportation spell linking it to me. My talents don't lie in the area of enchanting items..." she laughed, "just enchanting people into items. I could use a way of getting my hands on new magick devices, as other spellcasters are unwilling to share with me. Can't imagine why."
"Indeed." I swallowed, dryly, "So... now... you have a thief... of your very own?"
"Well, almost..." she purred, "I haven't quite made you my own, yet.... I'm doing a rare thing here... allowing you a choice, out of respect for your skill. Will you become my lovely thief? It'll be a dangerous job, invading powerful wizards' towers to steal for your Mistress. But there are certain... rewards."
I must admit, that something inside of me twitched with apprehension at the word 'lovely.' With her reputation, I had an idea of what that meant. On the other hand, this was a remarkable opportunity. In exchange for a career of continually pushing my limits, wouldn’t... certain changes only... be fair? Especially if there might be... fringe benefits?
"M'Lady," I gave a slow bow from my kneeling position, "I am at your service."
The Sorceress placed a hand against me, wearing an expression of
distaste as her nails scrubbed through my chest hair. Suddenly, my body
writhed, shocks running up and down my vertebrae. Every bone and
muscle in my body felt like it was becoming rubber, limbs and spine
contorting in ways that should have left them broken, but they became
flexible and pliable instead.
My skin grew gentler and softer, body hair disintegrating. I saw relief in her eyes as her hand found itself touching bare smoothness instead of rough, masculine hide. I wouldn't need the corset to appear female anymore. Like it or not, I was becoming the real thing. Two gentle swells emerged from my chest, while my body’s lines rounded out subtle and fluid. I retained my lithe and graceful shape, which was a relief. My legs would have been quite striking and shapely, if they weren't currently bent in several painful looking twists at once.
Four, long, rope-like.... things shoved forth from my shoulder blades and lower back, undulating and roiling like eels. Twin rows of puckers popped out of each 'rope,' and when they came into contact with the sheets here and there, the puckers clung... like suckers! I had tentacles! Tiny suckers also erupted on my fingers and palms, toes and soles, with a prickling sensation.
My dark close cropped hair lengthened, some of it twisting, growing together, draping down on either side of my newly round and girlish face. The entwining portions of hair resolved into another pair of tentacles, on either side of my head. Unlike my other tentacles, the colour of my pale flesh, the ones coming from my head were as jet black as my hair, almost blending in with it, save for their greater length.
I didn't notice my vanishing masculinity until it was almost gone. By then, the pressure of my testicles were too much to ignore as they pulled into my new female canal, and my maleness shrunk down into a sensitive nub. I was a woman... and not an entirely human one. Collapsing, my arms, legs, and tentacles draped like tangled seaweed.
"Dear little squid girl.... With your skills, talent, and reflexes, you were the perfect clay to be reborn as the ideal thief." spoke the Sorceress, soothingly.
My newly soft, smooth voice replied, "Ideal?"
"Think of it. You can climb any surface, even ceilings, change colours to hide in your surroundings. Your body can contort and squeeze into tight spaces. You can even breath underwater. And of course, extra limbs can do extra things that are delightful..."
"But... I can't even move." I struggled to manipulate my new limbs, only managing to wriggle the tip of one tentacle slightly.
The Sorceress grasped the tentacle, and placed the wiggling tip somewhere I couldn't see it, "Oh... you'll get used to your new body, dear girl. Everyone does. You just need a little time to practice."
"Oh!" I gasped like a pretty little thing, at the delicious sensations of squirming pressure shivering up from my groin.
As I started getting wet for the very first time, the Sorceress took another tentacle with her slender fingers. Placing it between her own legs, she purred, "And I can't think of a better time to start practising than now...."
We... practised into the wee hours of the morning. And she was right. I did get used to it. Over the length of my stay in the Sorceress' Garden, I retrained my body, until I was not just used to it, but comfortable. By the time she started sending me out, I was glad to be done with my old self. The squidmaid thief, Cephelia was released upon the wizards' towers of the world.
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