Underwear Thief!

“This has to be the best fake exam I’ve ever taken. No multiple choice answers, no essays, no grades; just steal a pair of panties and from the finest lady I’ve seen yet. Maybe Tits will be watching and get excited.”

The ghost demon Crowlee slunk up the stairs of the Elysium guild hall, dramatically sneaking with his legs rising all the way above his head and then coming down to make no sound on the ground. This outrageous, cartoonish attempt at creeping around was brought on by the fact that he had been tasked with an equally outlandish task in order to rise to the next rank within his guild. “Which really doesn’t make any sense because I don’t use magic and power levels are bullshit anyways. But no way am I gonna turn this down!” Crowlee hissed up to the ceiling, a hissing chuckle escaping his lips as his eyes started to grow vertically and shrink horizontally.

This wasn’t some dangerous or adventurous task, as Crowlee may not have found as much enjoyment in doing that. If it involved beating someone up or scaring them to death, then perhaps he may have been more amenable. No, somehow they had picked up on exactly what he’d like and they’d given him the challenge of acquiring a pair of women’s underwear -- specifically those of the Warlord Thana. If that was not enticing enough, the added detail was that he had to complete the task while Thana was sleeping in the room. Truly a test of stealth, agility and civility if there ever was one.

“Don’t you ssssit there and judge me. You’re the one that brought me here after all,” Crowlee hissed. Except this time it was an actual hiss -- the ghost demon had shapeshifted into that of a snake, now slithering through the hall as he remained close to the wall. Doing his best to-- “Could you keep it down? We’re trying to Mission Impossible this.” Doing his best to stay as quiet as possible, Crowlee winded his way up to the door and then, somehow finding the strength to flatten himself, he slid under the door leading into the Ace’s room. Once there, his flattened body curled around itself and popped into a new form -- that of a spider! Except it still had Crowlee’s head on its neck, his beady little eyes seeming to glimmer even in the darkness.

“The question is; do I steal one from her drawer? Or do I steal one from her dirty laundry bin?” he mused as he crawled up the wall and towards the ceiling. “Mmm a fresh pair sounds delicious,” the demon ghost spider disgustingly wondered about the intriguing aroma that may have been left on the underwear. As he reached the ceiling, his steps slowed as he walked directly above the woman’s head, making sure to stay as silent as possible. At the same time, he couldn’t help but look at her, the very thought of dropping down and ravaging her quite literally making his mouth drool. He used one of his legs to wipe the saliva leaking out from his lips, refusing to give into his baser desires for once in his god forsaken life.

He continued his trek across until he was standing on the ceiling above the dirty pile of clothes. Scanning over all the garments, there seemed to be… well, multiple different styles. Did Thana wear a lot of differently colored outfits or was he just dumb? A lot of them didn’t really seem to fit her style. “Well if I were a betting man…” the spider Crowlee wondered quietly before his eyes fell upon the true gift. A thong, as skimpy as strings tied to a leaf, was barely sticking out from the pile. “Bingo!”

Spitting out a web from his butt, Crowlee attached himself to the ceiling and then quickly lowered himself down. Lower and lower he went until he came to land upon the pile of clothes, scampering over all of the extraneous articles until he found the thin piece of cloth. Using all of the strength that came from being a spider, he tugged the skimpy piece of underwear out from beneath the pile, sweat dotting his forehead as he exerted all of the power his spidery limbs could manage. Finally it came free and he quickly ran over it, folding it up as tight as possible before he tied it up with more webbing. Then he tossed it onto his back and made his way out from the pile.

He was rightfully on his path to success when he got distracted, glancing up at the foot of the bed. “I mean she is still asleep. I could just crawl under the covers and… you know… take a little peek. It wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Crowlee’s lusty desires were once more overwriting the more intellectual parts of his brain, keeping him from making a rational decision. Rolling his eyes for no reason whatsoever, he gently put the thong down and started for the bed, now hell bent on going on a deep dive to ogle the Elysium Ace while she wasn’t paying attention.  But before he could reach up to touch the blanket he paused. “Then again, the surprise is worth the wait. Might be sweeter when I eventually get her into bed…” he mused, pondering a conquest in which he would never succeed in. But convinced of his own whims, he gave up the perverted side quest and returned to the underwear, pulling it onto his back and making for the door.

He didn’t change back to normal until he was completely out of the room and down the hall. Springing back into his normal form, the demon ghost giggled to himself as he spread the thong open in front of him, holding it much like a celebrating champion might with a trophy. And then, just to prove he was still as disgusting as normal, he pulled it over his head, wearing the article of underwear over his scalp as he paraded down the steps to victory.