Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part II
by Robert Adam Morrison
A magical strength potion is gained by an adventuring party, but its effects are unpredictable


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WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

NOTE: This is part II. Part III was not finished, and was mistakingly uploaded
in Part II's place. Part III is soon to come.


Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part II

	The jackal headed-humanoids clutched their wickedly curved blades. The
yellow-furred creatures numbered seven, all wearing simple leather garments.
They moved with unequaled silence as they entered the forest. Their gaping
jaws held pools of slobber as they anticipated the kill.
	These beasts were gnolls, evil and cruel humanoids that combined the
worst traits of humans and jackals. The gnolls tromped through the woods,
destroying the plants of the forest, yet making little noise. Their
destructive habits were abhorrent.
	Suddenly, the sound of a screaming woman's voice entered into the air.
Either of pain or pleasure, the gnolls did not care. They had sensed prey.
As if one being, they all moved towards the source of the sound. They
hastened to reach their next meal.
	They came to a clearing in the woods. The darkening sky did little to
light the area, but a slowly dying campfire provided illumination. A empty
pot provided the smell of beef in the air, which caused the gnolls to drool
more rapidly. Three tents were set beside the fire. Two of them were empty,
but the third seemed to house two moving figures. The screaming came from
this tent.
	The gnolls glided over to the tent, their long and nasty blades
stretched out before them. They reached the base of the tent, and surrounded
their band around the tent. With a command from the larger of the gnolls,
each of the jackelmen swung their swords and severed the tent lines.
	The tent collapsed, leaving the two figures inside in a very confusing
situation.

	Raddi the elf wizardress was crouched on the ground, using her fine
scissors to cut the various roots and herbs of the forest floor. Raddi's
beautiful face seemed to be at ease, as she carefully snipped at a small
green shoot. She placed the shoot into one of the many pouches at her belt.
	She picked herself up off the ground, and brushed the dust off her
ornate deep purple robes. The rising moon reflected off the multiple golden
runes that riddled the edges of Raddi's robes.
	Suddenly, Raddi looked up and around. She glanced from side to side.
She sniffed at the air with her small delicate nose. Raddi was taken aback
as her delicate and sensitive elven senses picked up a revolting smell.
	'Gnolls!' she muttered with disgust. 'They move like water, but can't
hide their pong. I have to alert the others!'
	Suddenly, the air was filled with a great bellowing sound of a female's
roar. Raddi darted around and headed for the campsite.

	Neme bellowed out in surprise and shock. The tent had collapsed on
her and Kardan's prone bodies. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, her anger
at its height. She had just been interrupted in the greatest pleasurable
experience of her life, and she wanted blood.
	The gnolls scattered back, but kept near the fallen tent, weapons
ready for whatever foes they might have to deal with. They stood steady,
but their eyes showed great inner fear.
	The fallen tarp of the tent was pushed aside, and the naked form of
Neme stood up. Her great buxom body gleamed in the campfire light. Her
powerful arms and legs were tense and flexed in anger. Her great chest
moved inwards and outwards with each angry and heaving breath that Neme
took.
	Unaware of the true peril in front of them, the gnolls leapt forward,
expecting an easy kill of the unarmoured human. The leader charged with his
jagged blade extended. Neme took a great backhand swing at his head, filling
the air with a snapping noise, as the gnoll leader collapsed on the ground.
	The gnolls shifted from foot to foot, changing their stance and
tactics. Neme looked over her large muscular shoulder, and noted the
movement of the gnolls. Two charged from opposite sides of Neme. They began
to swing their terrible swords, but Neme caught their wrists. She flung the
two around, and let them fly into the air. They both hit a large elm tree
trunk. The impact crushed their chests, killing them instantly.
	Reduced to a number of four, the gnolls decided to retreat. Neme
caught the mane of one of the running jackalmen and put the creature in a
full nelson hold. Pop came after pop as the gnoll's neck slowly snapped.
A large snap filled the air, and the gnoll's head slumped.
	At this time, Kardan had managed to get up and retrieve his blade.
Quickly unsheathing the sword, he threw it at one of the other gnolls. The
blade flew quickly and deadly into the side of the gnoll. It howled
like an animal, and stumbled to the ground.
	It seemed like an easy escape for the other two jackelmen, but they
were not to leave alive. An arcane word sent a small bolt of red energy
slamming into the back of one gnoll. The gnoll collapsed to the ground. The
other had his Adam's apple meet with the end of an iron-shod staff. Hemral
stood in front of the surprised and dying gnoll. The priest watched as the
jackalman slumped to the ground.

	The group gathered beside the firering. Kardan put on his clothes.
Neme managed to put on some undergarments, but could not fit into her
regular garb. She sat in the firelight, nearly naked. Kardan could not
keep his eyes off of her.
	Hemral and Raddi could but only stare at the sight before them. The
once petite and small girl Neme had become a six foot tall woman of power
and strength. Her body was covered with large and shapely muscles that
seemed to radiate power. Every movement brought on a new flex.
	The group sat in silence, each unable to comprehend the staggering
incidents that befell them, most of all Neme. They all were deep in
thought, thinking of the implications.
	'At least we know what the potion does now!' stated Neme, breaking
the silence.
	This did little to stir any conversation, as the rest of the party
kept silent.
	'Well, could someone at least help me make something to cover up my
body?' Neme shouted. 'I mean, I can't go into Yarkan like this! I'll be
arrested for indecent exposure!'
	Raddi stood up and clicked her tongue.
	'I'll help you.' she said. 'But we'll have to sacrifice most of
your existing clothes!'
	'I can get more in Yarkan.' replied Neme. 'Those gnolls were loaded
with silver pieces!'
	The two women walked over to one of the intact tents, and climbed
inside.
	'Why did you commit such acts?' asked Hemral.
	'Huh?' blurted Kardan.
	'I heard the screams of passion. You know that to commit sex before
marriage is a sin against the gods.'
	'Don't be a downer! I've done it with Neme before!'
	'She is now a different person...'
	'She's the same. Just... well... more attractive. More vibrant!'
	Hemral stared strangely at Kardan.
	'That potion may have other effects that we are unaware of.' said
Hemral. 'We must make sure that we seek a sage once we get to Yarkan.'
	'She's really strong! Did you see how she dealt with those gnolls!
With only her bare hands she slew four gnolls! How many women or even
men can make that claim?'
	'You're obviously not listening.'
	The moon shone down upon the campsite as the fire continued to
flicker.

	The city of Yarkan was small in size, but big in trade. It lied
upon the river of Welnas, which led to the capital city of Harrack. The
city bustled with merchants and mercenaries, looking for wares and work.
	Tall buildings with thatched roves compiled the city. The rotting

wood of the houses was contrasted by the pristine stone government and
trade houses, all of which filled the city. The streets were filled with
booths and tarps of items from all corners of the world.
	The air was still and hot, and the humidity caused an uneasiness
within the city. The people bustled to and fro, trading with one another.
Coins tainted with the sweat of palms were exchanged. Spices and wines,
weapons and armour, and other exotic goods traded hands.
	The four adventurers walked into the edge of the city, and were
immediately assailed by the entity of trading. Merchants and thieves,
differences between the two grey, assailed the party, attempting to
relieve them of their coins. However, soon the leeches were turned aside
when they fell awe-struck by the intimidating glance of Neme, her strong
body acting as a deterrent to the boldest waremonger. Neme merely had to
flex her enormous arms to scare the merchants. After crushing the hand
of the first thief, the assault by the thieves stopped totally.
	The party managed to get to a tavern, where they claimed a large
table by the doorway of the building. Raddi sipped at a glass of wine,
Hemral had a simple glass of goat's milk, and Kardan and Neme both
took pulls from large glasses of ale.
	'This is great!' Neme exclaimed. 'I can drink more than I was ever
able to!'
	'Please control thy self,' interrupted Hemral, 'least you end up
on the tavern floor.'
	'Don't worry, Hemral!' said Kardan. 'Neme's a big girl, and can
handle a few rounds!'
	'That's right! I can drink anyone under the table!'
	'Even me?' bellowed a loud female voice.
	The entire party turned to face a tall and strong female. She was
at least as tall as Neme, and seemed even more muscular. Her skin was
thick and bronze. She wore a tunic of leather, simple pants and knee high
boots. Her long blond hair was tied in a single knot that she had draped
over one shoulder. Her face was strong, yet attractive, with piercing
blue eyes.
	The woman walked over with strong strides to the party's table. Her
gait was firm and seemed to show that she had long had her level of
strength. She grabbed a nearby chair, and pulled it to the table. She sat
at the table, opposite Neme. She peered into Neme's eyes with determination,
and a all-knowing smile on her face.
	'Certainly I can.' stated Neme. 'If you can afford to ante up.'
	'OK.' said the woman. 'I'll wager one hundred pieces of gold that I
can out-drink you...'
	Kardan whistled at the great amount.
	'...against one night with the cleric.' the woman exclaimed, pointing
her thumb at Hemral. Hemral choked on his milk and stood up, holding the
double circle symbol of Ferror, the goddess of justice and might.
	'I must protest!' he shouted. 'I cannot indulge in such decrepit...'
	'Hold your breath, handsome.' laughed the woman. 'I just wanted to
get under your skin. No, I'll attend to you later. But for now, the gold
against a night with the warrior.'
	Kardan did a double-take. Neme's eyes flared up.
	'All right.' Neme said with clenched teeth. 'I'll take that wager.'
	'Hey!' shouted Kardan.
	'But,' Neme continued, undaunted, 'I'd like to know the name of the
woman I'm about to trash!'
	'It's Cordina of Hardak.' the woman replied. 'I'm a Northerner. And
I'd like to know the name of my victim.'
	'Neme. Let's start!'
	And so the contest began. The barmaid brought out six pitchers of ale
and two enormous beer steins. Neme and Cordina began drinking the ale,
taking pull after pull. The barmaid darted back and forth, making sure that
the pitchers were replenished.
	Patrons of the tavern had joined round the table, encouraging both
sides of the battle. Wagers had been taken on the side, and people off the
street had began to storm into the tavern. The innkeeper rubbed his hands
together, chuckling as he saw the gold pile up. Hemral left the tavern,
disgusted with the sight of human corruption.
	After twenty minutes, the effects of alcohol began to show on both
contestants. Neme and Cordina were chuckling loudly, and beating at the
table, causing the floorboards of the tavern to shake.
	'Nefer haf I efer seen anuder gurl like yu!' stuttered Cordina.
'They're all delicate ruses who is weaker thun gublins. Yur a gud girl!'
	'Dank you!' replied an unbalanced Neme. 'I just got dis way! It's
trumendus fun! Killed gnolls with just me 'ands! It's...'
	Neme's head collapsed to the table. She began to snore loudly. The
crowd cheered and roared with anger. Money was exchanged, and wages were
settled. Cordina smiled affectionately towards Kardan.
	'So, handsome.' she cooed. 'I guess you know what this means!'
	Kardan gulped uneasily. He got up and started to back away.
	'Oh no you don't!' shouted Cordina. She grabbed him. They struggled,
and Kardan managed to get out of Cordina's strong grasp with his own
considerable strength.
	'Oh ho ho ho!' chuckled Cordina. 'I wuldn't try to back out of a
wager! People don't like that 'round here!'
	Kardan sighed.
	'Very well. If we must.'
	He followed Cordina up the stairs of the tavern to the upper rooms.
	Neme snored loudly.

	Cordina closed the door to her room. Kardan was removing his arms and
armour onto a dresser. Cordina was still beaming.
	'Yur very handsome.' she cooed. 'You also look extremely strong. Let's
hope this is wurth the ale I drank.'
	She removed her boots and pants, revealing a heavily muscled set of
legs. Tanned cords of strength pulsated as she walked towards Kardan.
	'I... well,' muttered Kardan, 'me and Neme have fun. She was just
beginning to satisfy me.'
	Cordina took Kardan by the neck and pulled his lips to hers, and began
to kiss him. Their tongues intertwined.
	'Come on,' moaned Cordina, 'let's fit in as much love-making as we can!'
	The two undressed. Cordina made noises of admiration as she looked over
Kardan's strong and able body, especially when he removed his skivvies.
	Cordina also removed her undergarments, revealing two enormous breasts,
supported by chest muscles. Her arms were long and thick. Her entire body
was as muscular as a tiger. Cordina's muscles surely surpassed those of even
the strongest side show strong man's.
	Kardan was unable to believe what he saw. His member moved and stood up.
Cordina chuckled and grabbed him. She pushed him onto the bed, and began to
embrace him. She thrust her hands across his chest, back and forth, causing
him to become even more aroused. He returned her kisses with even more
tongue. He stroked her breasts, and rubbed her arms muscles. He thrust his
hand down her vagina, and began to stroke it repeatedly. She moaned with
pleasure.
	Unable to hold back any more, Cordina forced Kardan's penis into her
vagina. She pushed herself up and down the length of his great member. They
both clenched their teeth, overcome with electric waves of passion. The
pair continued the act of making love. Kardan came and came, and Cordina 
shifted from position to position.
	The love-making continued for some time...

	Neme finally managed to regain consciousness. She shook her head,
making sure the cobwebs were removed. She looked around, and found herself
still at the tavern table. She was sitting alone. The tavern was empty and
locked, with only a single lantern placed nearby providing some light.
	She glanced at the table top, seeing at least two pouches of money,
and scattered coins of varying metal glittering in the lantern-light. Out of
instinct, she gathered them up, and placed them into her money belt. Neme
chuckled as she made a mental note of the total worth of all the coins.
	She sat up suddenly and was jolted by a thought.
	'Damn!' she swore aloud. 'Kardan!'
	She stood up and raced across the tavern floor towards the staircase.
She ran up the stairs and checked the doors of the upper level. Listening at
each one in turn, Neme finally found the room of Cordina halfway through her
search. Neme took out a lockpick and fiddled with the lock. It clicked
slightly, and she turned the knob of the door.
	With cat-like grace, she quietly opened the door and stepped across
the floor of the room. She glanced at the bed. In the bed, sleeping atop
the sheets were the naked figures of Cordina and Kardan. They were in a
half-embrace. Kardan was slightly hard. Neme chuckled under her breath.
	'Still got some spunk in him.' she thought to herself. 'Guess I'll
have to finish him off.'
	She picked him up and with a small grunt managed to put him on one
of her shoulders. She grabbed his equipment, and headed out the door.
	Neme set Kardan down in the hallway. She closed and locked the door
to Cordina's room. She glanced around, and found a door with a note attached.
The note read:
	'This room is for the wonderful woman who brought much wealth to
this humble inn.
								Aridor, Innkeeper.'
	Neme chuckled, and opened the door to the room. She carried Kardan
into the room. Closing the door, she glanced around, finding the bed. 
	Neme carted Kardan to the bed, and began to embrace him. His eyes
fluttered open.
	'Huh? Cordina?'
	'Nope! It's me, your favourite!'
	'Neme? Just let me sleep. I'm exhausted.'
	'Not according to my hand!'
	Neme started to stroke her fingers across Kardan's member, causing it
to further raise and harden. Kardan moaned with exhaustion, but Neme only
knew that she was in a passionate mood.
	Neme took Kardan's penis and forced it into her. She began to moan and
grunt as she forced him to react. Unable to control his base urges, Kardan
responded, and began to move, making love with Neme. He smiled.
	'Maybe Cordina will wager on which lover you like best.'
	'She'll lose.' Kardan answered. 'Only you would wake someone up after
being fucked to death just to fuck him yourself.'
	Neme smiled and then moaned out in ecstasy. Kardan came and came. The
two continued into the dead of night...

TO BE CONTINUED

EXTRA: A section for Role-Players!
Mystical Effects and Growth Stories:
The typical AD&D party will soon encounter a girdle of giant strength. Maybe
a Fuzion campaign will incorporate a item that gives +5 to STR. Whatever the
system, a fantasy campaign usually has some way of improving the characters'
abilities, either by use of item or mystic knowledge.
	So your female half-elven thief has traded a tome of understanding she
doesn't like for a girdle of fire giant strength. She puts it on, and
instantly, she has the strength of a fire giant, including the benefits of
lifting great weights, and the ability to hurl boulders. But she still looks
the same.
	Pretty standard, eh? However, what if the same half-elf suddenly donned
the belt, only to have the seams of her clothing burst apart as she grows
muscles of a female bodybuilder. Much more enticing. Try using this in your
campaign sometime. Even if the other player's aren't Amazon-Admirers, the
situation will still produce some interesting and rich roleplaying
opportunities.
	How about a girdle of femininity/masculinity that turns a man into a buff,
muscular female with a strength score of 18/00, no matter what his strength
was previously! The possibilities continue on. Permanent potions of growth or
strength (as in this tale) also are great.