#brigand

[akeussel]

[mandelasmasks]

Recruitment

"Hey, mate." A brutish voice called out behind Adrian. He paid it no mind. Continuing his walk down the non-beaten path before the man called out again, this time much more louder and forceful.

"HEY, mate."

Adrian continued on his walk despite the Brute's clear annoyance. But his heart skipped a beat when he heard thick footsteps begin to trail behind him. He picked up his pace, and so did the man. And unfortunately for Adrian, his pursuer seemed much faster than him, as the sound of thick footsteps got louder and louder until...

A thick, beefy hand slammed itself on his shoulder, causing Adrian to stumble about before the Brute spoke again.

"I'm talkin' to YOU, mate. The hell you runnin' from me for?" He asked, his tone one of mockery rather than amusement.

Before Adrian could respond a damp fabric was placed on his face. A yellow bull mask. It reeked of musk and sweat so much that it made Adrian gag in disgust as soon as the stench hit his nose.

"The Boss told me to 'recruit' some people with these masks." The Brute chuckled. "You're comin' with me when this is over, mate."

He tried to ask what was going on, tried to scream and tried to resist but he couldn't. The mask was constricting him, silencing him. It felt like a big musky hand was choking him. He kind of... liked it?

His muscles began to tingle. His arms, flab and thin. Began to grow and inflate with muscle; prompting a "God damn!" From the Brute. His arms packed on thick muscle, his hands become dense and calloused, and his fingers thickened into meaty sausages.

"Fuuuccckkkk.... You could destroy the Boss's bum with those." The Brute awed as he eyed Adrian's thick fingers. "Flex, mate." He ordered.

Adrian obeyed, for some reason. And when he did; the Brute started to sniff his exposed pits, getting his noseful of Adrian's newly emerging musk. The Brute began to grope Adrian's upper and lower chest as he kept sniffing, which triggered the growth of muscles in his lower torso, a solid, beefy six pack with a twinge of beer gut. And his upper body? two, beefy, fat and muscular pectorals pushed out to form a jiggling shelf with thick sensitive nipples, which the Brute began to poke and twist; which triggered a moan from Adrian.

"Ugghhhhh... fuck mate..." He moaned. His voice, Adrian's voice. Began to get deeper and more accented. His average accent began to take on a much more brutish and uneducated sounding accent.

"Bet you've got a dumper by now, huh mate?" The Brute asked, as his hand slipped behind Adrian and began to grope his behind.

His lower body in response, grew as well. His legs, thick and beefy, his feet long, toes thick and soles heavily calloused. But(t) the star of the show was his rear end, which grew thick, globular and round. The Brute gave his ass a hard smack and it jiggled.

His clothes, once perfectly fitting. Were straining over his now muscular form, his shirt tore off to show off his newly tanned, scarred skin and new leather chest harness, making his already impressive muscles even more prominent and intimidating. His pants, were thick, tight black pants which showed off his inflated rear very well. And thick leather shoes for his massive feet.

The Brute, finally having his fill of Pit Musk; awed as Adrian's physical transformation was complete. Adrian stood there mindlessly, awaiting orders from a higher level Grunt.

"Sniff it, Grunt." The Brute ordered, pointing to his own musky pit. Adrian obeyed, shoving his face in his superiors pit, allowing the odiferous stench invade his nostrils and allow the mental changes of his transformation to take place.

His brain rewired, his personality much more forward and crude, but also much more submissive when given orders by... certain people.

His memories shifted. His happy childhood memories were replaced with memories of living alone on the street and scrounging for scraps, his teenage years shifted to being more about getting stronger and joining a group of Brigands. He was no longer a simple peasant participating in a civil society... He was an outcast, who participated in acts of savagery and evil like it was second nature.

"Alek! Stop sniffin' my pit in public, you horny dog!" The Brute barked.

Swiftly without delay and without question. He removed his face from his superior's pit. His transformation finalized as the only musk he could smell now was his own.

"Take these." The Brute handed him some extra masks. "Go recruit some more wankers."

"Yes, mate." Alek agreed. Heading off further in the woods to find some unsuspecting potential recruits...

Note: Hey! Sorry this isn't exactly what some of you had in mind. When I was typing those Poll Ideas in I put "Barbarian" instead of "Brigand" which was I intended to mean. This TF was (obviously) gearing towards a Brigand/Thief TF instead of a Barbarian. So I apologize if you felt misled.

[konpiii]

Goblin Bestiary

[oldschoolfrp]

"Bow Mennen, the bandit chief, is a shrewd and well-organized brigand. He has a large army of part-time outlaws from the local area." (Dan Day for Stealer of Souls: A Quest for Vengeance in Ilmiora by Ken Rolston, adventures for Stormbringer featuring Elric, Chaosium, 1985)

[usafphantom8]

4 December 1944. First flight of the Bristol 164 Brigand (MX988). British twin engine anti-shipping/ground attack/dive bomber attack aircraft, developed as a replacement for the Beaufighter. Originally powered by two Centarus VII engines.

@ron_eisele via X

[magikfrog]

I love them more than I can describe.

[kroashent]

Kroashent Commission: The Outlaw Quinn Mercier

Quinn Mercier goes native, joining the bandits on their raids across the Liger Valley.

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Commission for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/albionwalker/

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Val's Notes: I've drawn Quinn a few times, both in human and Garwaf form, but the first time in her "bandit" outfit. It was an interesting challenge to keep her general vibe and aesthetic, but giving her a rougher, more rugged appearance to fit her outlaw lifestyle. Quinn fully gave in to her garwaf side, preferring the feral ferocity of claws and fangs to forged weapons.

[skarr-snitch-hunter]

Hello new frieends!

I am Elkko, a proud Skarr from the Lowlands!

This one is not always affiliated with the rest of my kind, due to differrences-private, but is much friendlierr! Am always willing to do a “prrotection” contract with some lost pilgrrims. Nice ones get discounts!

Also love shinies. Like to look prretty with the shinies. Stands out frrom the bone. Will do a lot for shinies.

Also, Elkko can be a warrior-for-hirre. Have enough rrosaries, and you will get brave, strong, Skarr warriorr.

Elkko has rright to burrrow away and forrfeit half-pay.

This is me!

Feel free to ask any questions just don’t be inappropriate or an ass.