Princess of Persia: Water of Fortitude
By The Storyteller.


Farrar, was the youngest and newest member of the Sultans harem, her angelic 
features had won her the pride of the Sultan and he had not been bold enough 
to take her as one of his wives. Her youth had been a blessing to her, her 
own father was a wealthy man in the court and he had been most honoured that 
the Sultan would chose a female from a family that was so closely linked to 
the royal court.

	Farrar spent most of her time living in the most luxurious apartment within 
the Sultan's city, here she was waited on hand and foot by the eunuchs of 
the harem. She also learnt of the harem's secrets. The Sultan would only 
take a wife every so often leaving the others to find their own amusement. 
Farrar's virginity was kept pure but the Sultan's reluctance to take her to 
his bed, but she discovered the usefulness of having the eunuchs.

	Yasmine, another member of the harem, had taken Farrar under her wing. 
Yasmine explained the rules of the harem to Farrar, but also said that there 
were ways around those rules. Although incapable of reproduction, the 
eunuchs still knew when a woman wanted sex, and they were glad to be of 
assistance. She took Farrar to one of the many bed chambers in the apartment 
where a eunuch was already. Farrar watched as Yasmine approached the eunuch 
dropping her robes from her body, the eunuch took her in his arms and kissed 
Yasmine passionately. Although he didn't respond in the usual manner, Farrar 
could see the eunuch was enjoying the touch of Yasmine. Farrar watched on as 
the eunuch pleasured Yasmine orally and with his fingers. Farrar herself was 
becoming quite aroused and when Yasmine was done with the eunuch, Farrar 
took him for herself, being pleasured orally.

	Much of Farrar's time was spent wandering the palace, although she had been 
there for a while, she still hadn't seen all of it. The Sultan would summon 
her and they would talk and walk, as though the Sultan were courting a young 
maiden. The Sultan had told her of the dungeons and the torture chambers and 
at this knowledge Farrar had decided not to see such places. During one such 
session of talking with the Sultan, Farrar asked if there were any magical 
places in the world. "There are many magical places in the world." Came his 
reply, "Are there any here within the city?" she asked next.
"There is a tale of a place in the palace, where four bridges meet, at the 
centre is a fountain that bears magical water said to heal anyone who drinks 
from it." Told the Sultan.
"Where is this place, I want to see it!" Farrar said excitedly.
"Alas, the entrances to the bridges have been lost as the palace has been 
rebuilt over the years." The Sultan said sadly.
"That is a great shame, tell me more of the outside world my Sultan." Farrar 
asked as they walked.

	With the tale still fresh in her head, Farrar began to learn in the great 
hall of learning. She asked the attendants of the hall for all the plans of 
the palace, they looked at her funnily, but since she was the Sultans 
favourite they knew better than to suffer at his wrath. Dutifully supplied 
with many scrolls, Farrar began to compare each scroll with the next, she 
made her own hand drawn maps of the palace. So she could walk the walls and 
see if the corridors remained. When the Sultan asked her why she was doing 
this research, she simply replied: "It's a surprise."

	For most of a year, Farrar toiled over the old scrolls. Mapping out the 
palace, where corridors met and ended. Her enthusiasm for the tale of the 
fountain had consumed her and Yasmine, had become quite worried. She took 
Farrar away from the hall and kept her in the apartment until she was 
herself again. Seeing Farrar unhappy pained Yasmine, she loved Farrar like a 
sister. Now she felt something more powerful than sisterly love, Farrar's 
beauty had taken her. Alone in Farrar's chamber, Yasmine held Farrar out of 
friendship. She kissed Farrar on the forehead and in response, Farrar looked 
into her eyes. On the next kiss their lips met and lingered. Several moments 
passed before the kiss was broken. Farrar knew what Yasmine was feeling and 
led her towards the bed.

	Gently they disrobed each other, giggly as the soft touch of one another 
tickled their skin. With just the gold jewellery decorating their lightly 
tanned bodies, Farrar pulled Yasmine to the bed. Side by side they lay, 
holding each other, their hands exploring the others curves. Their kisses 
became longer and more passionate, the space between them grew smaller and 
smaller. Yasmine laid her hand on Farrar's hip whilst Farrar caressed her 
back, the heat generated between the two women allowed them feel each other. 
Farrar's nipples had become extremely sensitive to the touch and she gasped 
as Yasmine tenderly played with them. In response Farrar slid her leg in 
between Yasmine's and pulled herself in closer too Yasmine. Their passion 
increased exponentially as they made love to one another.

	Farrar was the first to awaken from the love-induced slumber. She dressed 
herself and made her way back to the hall of learning. The scrolls had been 
untouched by the attendants. Quickly she found the map she had made from 
piecing together the other map scrolls. On it she had made marks that were 
possible entrances to the bridges that the Sultan had told her about. Her 
lightly clothed feet made little sound in the sleeping palace. Using the 
moonlight to read the map, Farrar found the first supposed entrance. She 
faced a wall of plastered brick, upon which had a mural depicting an old 
battle won long ago. She tried three other places before she came across a 
small crack in the wall through which she could squeeze. Looking on the map, 
she saw that the crack was right behind the next marker. Thinking the crack 
in the wall would be a short-cut, Farrar made her way through the wall.

	Before her lay a wide set of steps that shouldn't have been there. Blue 
light filled the air and the smell of warm moisture filled the air too. 
Slowly she set off down the short flight of stairs, unsure if they were a 
trap and would fall from beneath her.  At the base of the steps was a wooden 
bridge lit by the blue globes that had been lighting the area for ages. 
Farrar stepped onto the bridge which didn't creak under her weight. The wood 
of the bridge seemed to be as young as freshly cut wood, not a hint of dirt 
of use marked the planks. Farrar walked the bridge for what seemed like a 
day and a night before she made sight of the platform in the middle. 
Standing at the edge of the platform, Farrar could see the three other 
bridges that joined the platform. "This is it." She thought to herself. 
"I've found the fountain that the Sultan had told me about." Deep down 
Farrar wanted to tell the Sultan all about her discovery, maybe then he 
would take her as his bride and finally make a fully-fledged woman of her.

	Her thirst had become great for she had drunk since before she had laid 
with Yasmine. Without thinking Farrar dipped her hand into the pool of 
radiant blue water and sipped the smallest amount. The cool taste of the 
water shocked her mouth and made her snap back away from the fountain. The 
water filled her body, cleansing and healing all the damage in her body. No 
matter what it was. Farrar felt like she had never felt before, full of 
energy and vitality. Inside her, the water worked it's way throughout her 
body until it was everywhere. She made to turn back to the bridge she had 
come along but found she was stuck to the spot. Farrar could not move and 
part of her body. She thought that she had become cursed for drinking that 
had made her feel so much better. She almost cried at the prospect of being 
stuck at the fountain forever, never moving from that spot.

	In her desperation, Farrar tried to move once more, and this time she found 
that she could. Relief filled her heart as she slowly turned to the bridge. 
At the moment she faced the bridge and had turned her back on the fountain, 
she found she was once again rooted to the spot. Tears welled up in her 
eyes, but before they could fall, Farrar felt something happen. Looking out 
across the bridge she saw a mirror that hadn't been there before. Magically 
it floated over to where she was stood, stopping just a few metres from her. 
Other mirrors appeared beside and around her, in each of the reflections she 
saw all around her young body. The blue lights of the mysterious chamber had 
turned white. By now Farrar was truly afraid for her life.

	The silk emerald green slippers she wore felt strangely tight, in the 
mirror Farrar watched as the ridge of her foot pushed it's way through the 
fine material. The split reached her toes and stopped. Farrar pondered on 
what was happening to her. The cool breeze that blew through the chamber, 
wafted across her ankles making her shiver slightly. The translucent cotton 
of her trousers had risen up her legs to her slender calves. To her shock 
and horror, her slender calves began to swell like a tax collectors purse on 
tax day. The smooth cotton touched her flesh and Farrar gasped as the 
growing calves continued until the fabric was at breaking point. Oddly 
Farrar felt as if she had been born with the huge and powerful looking 
calves she now had. The rubbing of cotton on her legs brought Farrar from 
her train of thought, to see her thighs fill out above her knee and become 
smaller and smaller as the growth worked it's way to her hips. The smooth 
hourglass figure Farrar had been born with remained the same. Except for the 
perfectly shaped six pack abdominal muscles that she was now blessed with. 
Ever since she had joined the Sultan's harem, Farrar had always like the 
eunuchs with the cobblestone bellies. Now she had her own to rival the 
eunuchs.

Farrar watched in the mirror as her silken top became tight across her 
chest, her transformation had aroused her so that her nipples were proud 
against her top. She looked at the reflection of her back in one of the 
mirrors. At the same time, she felt and watched the silk rip down her back 
until only the bottom hemline held her top on. The dimples and ridges of 
muscle made her smile as the shadows played across her back. Her full and 
firm breasts liked so much by Yasmine earlier on, rose slightly as her chest 
firmed up and a neat line of muscle divided her body. The flaps of her top, 
that lay across her shoulders became bunched together as her collar and 
shoulders rose as one making her thin and frail looking arms hang away from 
her body. Her arms didn't look fragile for long. Like a fire makes its way 
through dry grass, Farrar's arms filled out with muscle. Her biceps became 
like bars that sat on her upper arm bone. From the elbow down her forearms 
enlarged themselves and tapered down to her wrists. Farrar watched on in a 
side mirror as her triceps grew out and down her arms. Her brunette and 
waspish hair became full of volume and colour.

	Finally Farrar could move from the spot she was, the mirrors had flown away 
leaving her alone on the fountain's platform. In the blue light she saw that 
the bowl was empty. Pleased with the new body she had, Farrar set off along 
the wooden bridge, which still didn't creak under her new weight. Quite 
quickly and thanks to the new strength she had discovered, Farrar reached 
the wall through which she had crawled. But now she couldn't get back 
through, she was too big and muscular. In her anger she hit the wall with 
her fists, the impact made the wall give way slightly, more and more she hit 
the wall, each time breaking it down slowly. With the greatest strength she 
could muster, Farrar broke into the corridor just before the Sultan himself 
reached the crack in the wall.
"Farrar, is that really you?" he asked as the dust cleared.
"Yes my lord it is I." Farrar replied her throat and body caked in dust.
"We've been looking for you for  two days and a night, where have you been?" 
the Sultan demanded
"I've found the fountain of Fortitude, and I drank from it." Explained 
Farrar.
Before the Sultan could condemn her for being foolish, Farrar stepped into 
the light of the new day sun revealing herself to the Sultan.

	At the sight of Farrar, all the soldiers with the Sultan, bowed before the 
might of Farrar. The Sultan himself lowered his head and spoke, "Farrar, you 
have blossomed like a late flower, you are a true Princess of Persia." As he 
did, he offered his hand
Farrar smiled as she took the Sultan's offered hand, "The fountain has been 
found and must not be lost ever again, this is my first command as your 
wife."
"It shall be guarded and looked after my queen." Said the Sultan as they 
walked away from the entrance.