[Onahole TF, Futanari]
Even a hero needs some pocket change. That much was an eternal truth. Because being a hero didn’t guarantee that you were paid the big bucks. And the cost of being a hero could really add up, especially if you were determined to fix every little problem in the world.
Which was why Patty, a blonde Rogue allied with the kingdom’s greatest hero, decided that enough was enough. She had to do something to deal with her gold shortage… Aaaand maybe buy her hero a birthday present with the extra cash. She was immoral, but she wasn’t terrible. That’s what she liked to call herself, at any rate.
“Okay. Can’t steal from the rich, they’re probably armed and guarded, if not as crazy as the princesses. Can’t steal from the locals, they’re too poor and I’d feel terrible. The Demons are still hanging around and they probably don’t have any gold on them. So that leaves…”
Patty said to herself as she counted off her options as she looked towards the house on the hill that she happened to be strolling towards. The house belonged to one of the witches that dotted the kingdom, and if there was anybody that she could rob without worrying… It’d probably be her.
Worst case scenario, she’d get caught and she’d promise she could do something for her in return for a bit of cash. If the witch were anything like the one in her party, then she could easily talk her way out of a confrontation.
Getting into the house wasn’t difficult. In fact, it was a bit too easy. Don’t witches appreciate a bit of privacy? Whatever the case was, getting the window open was easier than picking the broken locks she had once used as practice. And the floor wasn’t in such a state that she would make too much noise while sneaking around…
“Still…” Patty muttered to herself as she looked around the ghastly house, shivering a little as she noticed the faint remnants of skulls and different liquids. “What kind of witch leaves all this stuff laying around, without letting their valuables hang out too?”
Just what did this witch get up to? Not to mention, there was a distinct salty smell all around the house… Gross. If she wasn’t here to steal the good stuff she could sell off, she’d probably give the witch an earful for letting her pad get this dirty. Maybe give her a spanking too… N-No, not that. then she’d get too excited…
As she followed the salty smell deeper into the house, onto the second floor, she quickly discovered just why the entire house smelled this way. And honestly, considering the witches she knew, she should’ve seen it coming.
Laying soundly asleep in her bed was a young witch with long pink locks that had seen better days. And between her thighs, barely covered by her blanket, was a rather sizable schlong. The thing was bigger than about the size of… The hero’s sword? Maybe a bit shorter, she wasn’t close enough to examine it properly. And she didn’t want to get that close. All she could do was watch it from afar and cover up her nostrils as she felt the scent continue to waft towards her.
This was not Patty’s day. Not only did it seem like there weren’t any valuables around, but… well, she didn’t want to see a dick. She was saving herself for the hero. This wasn’t the time nor the place to get adulterous… Buuuut…
Now that she thought about it… Witch semen was kind of valuable, wasn’t it? That virile stuff was filled to the brim with mana, so if she could just milk the witch without being discovered, then…
“Okay. Breathe, Patty.” The blonde thief muttered to herself as she crept closer to the bed, picking up an empty flask off one of the many shelves lining the house’s walls before climbing onto the furniture and lining the flask up with the girl’s shaft.
She could see the witch trembling as she put her fingers on that rather girthy and soft rod, panting in her sleep. She was lucky that the girl happened to be a heavy sleeper, otherwise she would’ve been in deep shit right about now.
Patty slowly but surely, with one hand firmly pressing the flask up against the witch’s tip, stroked away at the shaft with the other. Carefully. Trying not to agitate her too much. So that she could get away with all the good stuff, and then cash it all in for a pretty penny. Heck, maybe even ask her witch friend to make her a little homunculus if she was lucky enough to have extra gunk laying around…
“H-haaaaah!” The witch cried out as she suddenly felt her arousal spiking, her eyes shooting open as she violently climaxed right then and there. Even careful teasing like that had been enough to wake her from her slumber, but the climax also released more than enough of her cum…
The rogue could feel the sweat running down her face. This was not a situation she wanted to be in. “E-ehehe… Sorry about that.” She chimed, as she caaaarefully climbed off the bed, flask full of witch-cum in the other hand. She was going to make a break for it as soon as she got off the bed…
Which was exactly why she didn’t get that chance, her body frozen in mind air as the pink-haired witch glared at her. “Oiiiii. Don’t just…” She yawned, as she crept towards the frozen blonde… “Don’t just steal my cum…” She muttered, the bags under her eyes really emphasizing how little she was used to moving around…
“A-Ahahaha… D-Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to get rid of it. You seemed really pent up, and it’s a hero’s duty to help. You know, I’m a friend of Mars, the Hero! I’m sure a witch like you knows all about him!” Patty cried out, doing her best attempt to sound reasonable and believable. And doing an absolute pisspoor job at it.
The witch looked at her with a skewed eyebrow, and she didn’t stop using her power on her. “What kind of hero just goes into a witch’s home to milk her…” She muttered, before sighing and getting way too close to the rogue’s crotch, blinking a couple of times as she noticed something. “...And what kind of hero goes without panties..?”
“All of them do!” The rogue quickly shot back, a bush quickly working its way onto her cheeks. “M-Mars goes without shorts as well! If you looked under his skirt, you’d see his mighty sword, right there! Just like yours!” She argued, before she felt a strange sensation wrap around her…
The pink-haired witch’s hands were glowing with a murky yet pink aura. Her magic, no doubt. “Fine. If you want to help me blow off some steam so badly, let’s just make you better for it…” She muttered, yawning as she sank her hands into the rogue’s body and started squeezing her all over, grinning a little as she immediately started noticing the subtle changes…
“W-What are you doing? W-Why can’t I move?” Patty whimpered as she felt her body compressing, her limbs refusing to listen to her mind’s commands… And most importantly, her skin turning the same sort of pink color as the witch’s magic. “W-Wait! P-Please!”
The witch didn’t listen. In fact, she had almost passed right back out, even though her hands were currently reforming the rogue’s body. Pressing her together and shrinking her until she was juuuust the right shape and size…
Her limbs were gone. Her body had turned completely pink. And the only emphasized part of her body was her pussy, which was proudly flared on the bottom of her new body. There was a word for what she had turned into… And once she realized it, she immediately regretted everything she had done to get to this point.
“D-Don’t you dare use me..!” Patty cried out, her lips barely animated despite her new form. But her cries would fall on deaf ears.
The witch shoved her enormous ‘wand’ deep into her new onahole’s pussy, smiling as the tightness was just perfect for an oversized thing like hers. In fact, even though she had just climaxed moments prior, she could feel the cum bubbling up within her balls..!
Not a single moan left the onahole’s lips. Just by being speared like this, the transformation finished. And as long as she was in use, she was inanimate. A mere tool to drain a cock of everything. In a way, she’d succeed at what she wanted. She just wouldn’t get a chance to sell it off or anything…
...Was that such a bad thing? Her mind certainly couldn’t say, because it was currently busy being blown to bits by the frantic thrusts from the witch. Leaving her in a state of pure and permanent pleasure. No more worrying about gold or anything dumb like that. Just the cock shooting in and out of her at breakneck speeds...
EIther way, she’d be used until she couldn’t be used anymore… And then if the witch remembered, she’d turn her back.
Probably.