Transcript Start<br /><br />"Dear, this isn't the time to be laughing! We need to go right now!"<br /><br />"Calm down honey&#8230;we're gonna be fine&#8230;besides, what makes you think we can outrun an assassin? I've got a plan&#8230;just believe in me, alright?"<br /><br />Along the brightly lit corridor of an apartment building, the voices of a man and woman in the middle of a heated discussion could be heard as an unintelligible rumble bouncing down the corridor, mixed in with the many other sounds of merry making common during this time of the year. And with a record high blizzard set to strike the country soon, everyone was in a rush to enjoy the holidays as much as possible before the inclement weather trapped them all at home.<br /><br />But all that sound would only serve to nullify the sounds of heavy boots tromping down the cement pathway. Accompanied by the jangle of iron chains wrapped around worn fists and the subtle clack of an equipment belt barely hidden behind an intimidating trench coat, concealing a bevy of tools and dangerous implements no man in their right man would carry around so brazenly. Unless of course, they were the sort of man who had the experience and cocksure attitude to do so, working in a field where only the most cutthroat of individuals could climb the ladder to the metaphorical top&#8230;of the criminal underworld.<br /><br />Ruger Betisvaldt was one such character. Vile, brutal, and completely devoid of humanity. The gangbanger was often called upon to handle shady wetwork jobs with targets ranging from the occasional idiot who didn't pay his bosses on time to influential figures in politics and the entertainment scene. Whether it was to set an example or a showcase of how far their reach extended, Ruger didn't care, relishing in each task, tracking people like animals before closing in for the kill&#8230;and on this chilly winter evening, his reward came twofold; some schmuck who'd crossed the line by interfering in his employer's business and his poor wife, making a mental note to save her for last once he was done making a show of her husband's slaughter for maximum effect&#8230;<br /><br />Except Ruger's target wasn't in the dark, nor would he be caught off-guard like the rest. For he knew of the hitman's arrival, sensing his malignant presence the moment he'd set foot through the rear entrance of the building. And as every step brought him closer and closer towards his front door, the man was ready to spring a trap that would ensure the bloodthirsty brute would never harm anyone else ever again&#8230;not like he was going to kill him or anything, for there were other methods available to him that could work just fine without bloodshed.<br /><br />Putting his hidden past as a practitioner of arcane magics lost to mankind at large to good use, he would temporarily mute his love's voice, clearing his mind for the work that was about to take place as he chants an ancient hex under his breath with an outstretched hand planted firmly against the floor, giving him a good idea of where Ruger was exactly, channeling the dark energy into the equally disgusting man before snapping back to reality as if nothing was wrong.<br /><br />"Did you hear me? What did you mean by 'a plan'? We have to take this seriously!"<br /><br />"Oh&#8230;it's done already, now let's go eat dinner! I'm starving!"<br /><br />"D-Done? W-Wait! What's 'done'?! What did you do?"<br /><br />Scurrying after her aloof husband as the two retreat deeper into the home, the sound of deep, stomping footsteps passing by right outside before giving way to the unmistakable clacking of high heels would go unnoticed. Replacing noisy clanking with the faint jingles of keychains in pockets and jewelry in the form of studded bangles hanging off the slender wrists of an obscure figure in a thick coat passing them by.<br /><br />Ruger would be just as clueless as the target's wife was, barely noticing how his towering height would steadily fall away until he stood at a meager height of around 5 feet tall. Continuing despite the sudden loss of most of his equipment including the clothes beneath as it all vanishes in the blink of an eye save for the now cumbersome trench coat, leaving him stark naked at the front for only a second before new articles of clothing appear&#8230;<br /><br />Scandalous ones that would fit the changing form beneath a still intact coat as widened handlebars easily accommodate G-string panties biting into the soft flesh of broad hips and plump labia folds, absorbing the slick fluids oozing out of the well oiled vag as a dick slips back inside a tight organic tunnel between long, slender legs plastered in tattoos prominent around the thighs, with perverse symbols marking the spot where a steamy incubator now laid beneath a supple tummy. All covered in porcelain smooth, beige hued skin while a pert chest hanging off the front of a tight curvy torso jiggles with every step, barely supported by the flimsy string holding the bikini top together as each bounce from the DD milkers threatens to unravel the lewd ensemble, something the feminized man wouldn&#8217;t mind as their brain succumbs to the magic.<br /><br />The titillating sensation of a penis being inverted would be ignored. As would the loss of musculature, with a husky grunt being the only thing that could be considered a response from the newborn lady once a dark, brooding choker tightens itself around her dainty neck framed on both sides by wispy trails of curled hair. It's bite serving to remind her of her place as a popular street walker cum escort in the seedy underbelly of the city's red light districts. And most importantly; what she was here to do on this merry Christmas evening, the thought of which causes a hot breath of condensed air to hang around the twin tailed head of the impatient slut as she raps her knuckles on the door, wicked magenta irises concealing immoral thoughts running rampant in her mind.<br /><br />By the time the homeowner and his friends answer the door with excitement in their lecherous eyes, all traces of the former hitman had been wiped clean from the mind of Regina Sparkletits as she discards her mask, wasting no time in popping open her coat to show off the goods to the men that had paid for her, adoring the way they fawn and drool over every inch of her voluptuous body, unflinching even as rough hands reach out to play with a left breast imprinted with an invitation for sex while another strokes her tummy, giggling in that sweet voice of hers once a handsome one cups her chin before invading her mouth with his tongue, muffling an exotic moan once an overeager one reaches for her groin, tearing off the g-string before callused fingers brush by her aching clitoris, pushing past wet lips and into her sopping innards&#8230;blissfully allowing herself to be led deeper into the gangbangers lair by the neck, her original mission thoroughly forgotten&#8230;more eager to plug her tingling orifices and taste hot spunk fresh from the source over warm blood drawn from a deep cut to the jugular.<br /><br />Ruger&#8217;s skills with a variable assortment of weapons had been converted to an encyclopedic database within Regina&#8217;s head on the many forms of sex toys in existence. His trademark brutality and perverse bloodlust, twisted into a voracious appetite to fuel the prostitute&#8217;s pursuit of her next orgasmic high. And instead of a life of crime with unspeakable horrors inflicted on his victims, Regina&#8217;s was one of slothful bliss and carnal euphoria, ensuring her boy toys felt just as good as she did whenever she would engage them in her favorite pastime&#8230;<br /><br />And so the night would pass without incident, with everyone, including the baddies, left to enjoy the rest of Christmas to their heart's content.<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br /><span>A late xmas themed cap where a gangbanger hitman unknowingly meets his match against a retired wizard...</span><br /><br /><span>Link to my Discord group if you wanna hang with like minded peeps and view content I cant post on DA :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk">discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk</a><br /><br /><span>Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive captions and stories if you wanna support me :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/YakerTG">www.patreon.com/YakerTG</a><br /><br /><span>Image by Kokukyukeo :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/6763792">www.pixiv.net/en/users/6763792</a></span>