+Notable Author: [R Adam Morrison = AlphaCentaurian] Stories~collected

[muscle82002]

Stories in this collection:

Sailor Moon: The Muscle Chronicles 0 & 1

The True Nature of Betty McGregor

Bio-Terror

Kiana's Appeal for Flexing

Kalsis' Potion of Strength

Ranmazon 1/2

The Twelfth Hole


Sailor Moon: The Muscle Chronicles #0
By Robert Adam Morrison
Sailor Moon muscles up to get buff to battle a new foe
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This fanfic/story is set in the Sailor Moon series, shortly
after Sailor Mars is discovered.
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Sailor Moon Muscles Up

   Serena's eyes fluttered open. She wearily stared at the red
numbers indicating a time of 7:20 am. Serena groaned and covered her
head with her pillow. She didn't want to get up. Not now.
   Serena was in her bed, surrounded by the pink and comfortable
sheets. A number of typical teenager items were scattered all over,
including fame mags and manga. A sleek black cat was staring up
towards the bed with a severe frown on her face.
   'Serena,' the cat barked, 'get up! You'll be late!'
   'Uuuu!' moaned Serena. 'Just a few more minutes, Luna.'
   Somehow, Luna managed to whip a book at Serena's prone figure,
with some noticable skill. Serena yelped with pain, and she stood
up.
   'Oww! Luna, what's the big deal?'
   'You have to be at the gym today.'
   'Why?'
   Luna sighed.
   'I have told you before.' She said. 'We need to work on
teamwork. Amy and Raye will be at the gym within twenty mintues.'
   'So we're a little late. I need my sleep.'
   'Serena!'
   'OK! Dont' shout.'
   Serena went through the process of showering and dressing.
   'What am I going to do with that girl?' Luna thought to
herself.

   Queen Beryl looked as evil as ever. She was impatient as
ever as well. Plot after failed plot loomed in front of her. She
could not stand another buffoonish attempt. She glared at Nephrite.
   Nephrite was kneeling in front of Queen Beryl. He smiled
with the confidence that his next nefarious scheme would work
without a snag.
   'So,' began Queen Beryl, 'what ridiculous plan do you have
devised this time, Nephrite?'
   'My Queen!' he replied. 'I have total belief in my next
strategy! Behold... Notataloss! The ultimate foe for the Sailor
Scouts!'
   Nephrite gestured towards a patch of darkness. There a
large figure appeared. It was neither male nor female, only a
monster. The thing was a mass of vascularity. Six arms sprung
from its sides. Purple and Red skin covered its body, pierced only
by veins. Muscles popped from every possible part of the monster.
A strange eel-like head sprung from the neck of the monster. It
hissed deeply.
   The monster began to melt. The process ended in a handsome
and muscular man standing where the monster once stood. His eyes
glittered with evil.
   Queen Beryl smiled. Then she dropped the smile and snapped
at Nephrite.
   'How is this creature different from the rest?'
   'I have found a way of rendering it immune to the Sailor
Scums' powers. That prissy Sailor Moon won't be able to do any
tiara-tricks on this monster!'
   'Excellent, Nephrite. See that the Sailor Scouts are
elminated. Then, the Negaverse can conquer the earth!'
   'Yes, my Queen.'

   Amy and Raye leaned their backs against the north wall of
the room. Lines were painted across the smooth floor. Mats were
layed out, tiled against one another. Amy and Raye stared
forward, blankly. They were both dressed in leotards.
   'So, Serena's late again.' stated Raye.
   'Mm-hm.' quipped Amy.
   'And we're left waiting again.'
   'Mm-hm.'
   The double doors of the room burst open and Serena stumbled
into the room, leotard-clad and sweating. She got only a few
steps before she collapsed to the ground. Fortunately for her, a
mat took the brunt of her fall. Luna paced in the room.
   'He-he!' laughed Serena. 'I'm finally here!'
   Amy and Raye buried their faces into their hands. Luna
lowered her head. Sighs and groans abounded.
   'I'm going to find the proper equipment!' stated Luna. She
left the room.
   'Serena,' Raye started on one of her lectures, 'when are
you going to learn to be punctual?'
   'I'm doing the best I can!'
   'Let's just get to it!' Amy tried to intervene.
   The trio began to work on coordinating their movements.
Raye was able to offer some combat tips, and Amy was able to
point out some of the mistakes that needed to be corrected.
Serena did her best not to totally appear incompetent.

   Luna rounded the corner of the hallway. She shook her head
as she paced.
   'How is that girl ever going to amount to anything?' Luna
thought to herself.
   Peering into an open door, Luna continued her search for
proper training equipment. She quickly jolted back, enough to
still be able to peer around the door.
   In the room she was looking into was a strange, eerie sight.
A tall, muscular and handsome man was training a class of young
women. The women were doing pushups, while the man stood over them
like he owned them. The women seemed to be contained within
their exercise.
   The man chuckled and laughed. His eyes glowed red for a
brief second. The women were getting wearier by the minute.
   'The Negaverse!' Luna breathed in. 'I've got to tell the
Sailor Scouts!'
   Luna quickly retreated down the hall.

   Serena lay on the ground, belly to the mat. She nursed
her bruised head. With a shocked expression on her face, Amy
stood over Serena. Raye was shaking her head.
   'Serena, you can't let Amy flip you like that.' Raye said.
   'I wasn't ready for that attack!'
   'It was a combo manuever!'
   Serena managed to get to her knees. Amy helped her up
further.
   'Sailor Scouts to the ready!' Luna exlaimed as she ran
into the room.
   'What is it Luna?' asked Amy.
   'There's a monster from the Negaverse here!' Luna said.
'It's draining energy from innocent people!'
   'Can't we go anywhere without running into the
Negaverse?' queried Serena, to no one in particular.
   'Snap to it!' Luna shouted.
   With three sequences, Serena, Amy and Raye transformed
into Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury and Sailor Mars, respectivley.
The three Sailor Scouts ran from the room.

   The man was quickly draining the young women of their
remaining energies. The women, spent and exhausted, were
left crumbled on the ground, groaning with pain. The man
laughed and chuckled in pleasure.
   'Halt there!' came a voice from nowhere.
   'Huh!?' the man grunted.
   The three Sailor Scouts flew into the room.
   'Physical fitness is a great reward of struggle,'
Sailor Moon began her standard speech, 'but you're just plain
mean. I will make sure that you are thwarted. So says Sailor
Moon. And that's me!'
   The man laughed aloud, and a field of dark energy
flowed from his body, striking at the Sailor Scouts.
Screaming, they flew back, reeling with the blow.
   The man transformed into his true form, the six-armed
creature. The monster was bigger than ever, flowing with
the energy it had absorped from the young women. The black
energy continued to stream from it, licking at the Sailor
Scouts.
   'Got to try my best!' grunted Sailor Moon. She reached
for her temple, and grabbed her tiara.
   'Moon Tiara Power!' she shouted, throwing the energy
tiara at the creature. It flew with great speed, struck the
monster...
   ...and dissapated.
   'What?!' Sailor Moon cried out.
   The monster further laughed out.
   'It can't be stopped with your normal powers!' Luna
came to a shocking conclusion. 'We have to find another
way of defeating it!'
   The monster raised all six of its fists over its head
and brought them down to the ground. The planks of the floor
exploded, and a great shockwave flew to the Sailor Scouts.
The Scouts were thrown into the air.
   When they landed, they quickly got to their feet, and
retreated into the corridor. Panting and heaving, the Scouts
barred the door close.
   'Luna,' Sailor Mars asked, 'what chance do we possibly
have against this creature if our powers won't work against
it?'
   'I have... an alternate solution.'
   'Let's hear it then!' Sailor Moon blurted.
   'You may be uncomfortable with it.'
   The door took a great blow. The mops used to bar the
door began to splinter.
   'I'm more uncomfortable with the idea of that monster
killing us!' shouted Sailor Mercury over the bellowing of
the beast.
   'Very well, then!' Luna exclaimed. She executed a
backflip, with a silver trail of sparkles following her.
   Three small metal objects clinked against the ground.
Each of the Sailor Scouts picked up one of the items and
examined it.
   Out of silver had been fashioned three small flat
medallions, each representing a thick and squat barbell.
The Sailor Scouts were bug-eyed, staring at the strange
ornaments.
   'To use these Moon items, you must say your Sailor
name and follow with the words: "Sailor Muscle Power!"
This will transform you, giving you the power you need to
defeat the creature!'
   'You have got to be kidding me!' Sailor Moon exclaimed.
   'It's the only way!' Luna retorted.
   Breathing in, the Sailor Scouts readied themselves
for the drastic process.
   Sailor Mars stook a stance and held up her medallion.
   'Sailor Mars Sailor Muscle Power!' she yelled. Red
shimmering energy flowed over her, outlining her frame.
Thick muscle began to pop out from every part of her body.
   Sailor Mars' arms became thick limbs of strength. Her
shoulders billowed out. Her legs also became strong, shaping
with strong and firm muscles. Her calves popped up. Her
quadraceps thickened and grew.
   Clothing streamed out, wrapping around her sensitive
areas. Instead of the usual sailor suit, her uniform became
merely a halter-type top of white with a red ribbon and
red shorts. Short gloves covered her hands and short red
boots covered her feet.
   Sailor Mercury cried out 'Sailor Mercury Sailor
Muscle Power!' Her arms and legs began to thicken. A blue
energy flowed over her. Although she remained the same
height, Sailor Mercury broadened. Her shoulders widened.
Striations ran across her now huge muscles, all over her
powerful body. A costume similar to Sailor Mars wrapped
itself over her frame.
   'Sailor Moon Sailor Muscle Power!' Sailor Moon shouted
out. A dark blue energy flowed over her. Sailor Moon grew
a couple of inches, and thick, powerful muscle formed all
over her body. Ridges of steel formed on her abdomen. Arms
inflated to great size, with biceps and triceps peaking.
Sailor Moon's legs became trunks of power. Her back muscles
became statuesque and as strong as stone. Her pectoral
muscles pushed out. A costume wrapped around Sailor Moon's
body in a pattern akin to the other Scouts'.
   Each of the Sailor Scouts finished their transformation
in a triumphant pose. Sailor Mars showed off her incredible
arms and legs with a side pose. Sailor Mercury executed a
front cross. Sailor Moon gave the traditional front double
bicep pose. Each of the Scouts was magnificently muscled.
   The Scouts stepped confidently forward and kicked the
door open. It flew a great distance. The monster behind was
momentarily taken aback at the sight of the now huge Sailor
Scouts.
   Sailor Moon charged forward and grabbed the creature
with her incredible arms. She strained and raised the
creature, her arms and legs straining and flexing with the
effort. She tossed the monster up and forward into the air.
   Sailor Mars caught the creature and threw it to the
ground with great pressure. More floorboards shattered, and
the creature cried out in pain. Sailor Mars fell and drove
her elbow into the creature. It screamed in pain.
   Sailor Mercury stepped up and picked the creature up
by its torso. She tied both her arms around the monster's
abdomen and squeezed. Her inhuman arms popped with muscles.
The creature's sides began to rupture. Sailor Mercury
grunted, putting all her unearthly strength into the effort
of bear-hugging the monster.
   Sailor Mercury let the creature go, and Sailor Mars
followed up, grabbing the monster. She executed a DDT,
driving the strange head of the creature into the ground.
It moaned with a howl.
   Sailor Moon grabbed the beast's left three arms and
slung the monster over her huge shoulders. She wrapped her
arms over and around the creature and began to use her
great strength in the torture rack she had put the beast
into.
   Sailor Moon let the creature fall a few feet, but
then grabbed it by its head. with her right arm, she
positioned the head onto her left bicep.
   'Moon Bicep Elimination!' Sailor Moon cried, and
then began to flex her left arm around the head of the
creature. Her bicep ballooned up by many inchess, and
the head began to collapse. With a strange screatching
noise, the head exploded.
   The remaining torso plopped to the ground. It lay
for a moment before exploding into small particles of
energy that flew across the room.

   The Sailor Scouts met outside of the gymnasium.
Sailor Mars leant against the building. Sailor Mercury
knelt near the ground. Sailor Moon was standing
triumphantly. Luna looked up at the new Scouts.
   'That was great!' Sailor Mars exclaimed.
   'Yes,' Sailor Mercury agreed, 'now we can transform
into amazons anytime we need the extra power!'
   The Scouts went through the process of transforming
back to normal. Luna hung her head as they did so. They
finished the process. Luna stared up, expecting the
result, yet shocked all the same.
   'What's the matter, Luna?' asked Serena.
   'You might want to look at each other.'
   The girls stared at each other, and instantly
jumped in fright. Although the sailor suits were replaced
by their normal clothes, their bodies had not changed.
Instead of their normal thin and lithe forms, the girls
were pillars of muscle as in their new Sailor forms.
Their normal clothes had been changed to suit their new
forms, but still stretched against the superhumananly
firm muscles of the girls.
   'Wha... What's happened?!' Raye cried out.
   'I was afraid of this.' Luna muttered. 'The
medallion permanently changed you! You have become
muscular all the time!'
   'How am I suppose to live like this?' Amy gasped.
   'You'll have to adapt.' Luna answered.
   'I can't!' Amy blurted.
   'I don't know.' Serena thought aloud. 'I could
get to like this.'
   'What?' Raye asked.
   'I think this muscle'll come in handy!'
   Serena turned around and started to walk away.
Instantly she tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.
   'Same old Serena!' Amy and Raye chimed.

TO BE CONTINUED - FOR SURE!

NEXT EPISODE:

What does Darien think about Serena's muscles?
How are the Sailor Scouts going to adapt? What will Serena's
dad say? How will Queen Beryl retaliate? Will Ryoga finally
defeat Ranma... wait, different series. Sorry.

[muscle82002]

Sailor Moon: The Muscle Chronicles I
By Robert Adam Morrison
A buff Sailor Moon battles the Negaverse
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In part 0, the Sailor Scouts gained Moon Muscle powers, transforming
them permanently into muscle-laden amazons. (I can hear you
salvitating already)

Characters in here belong to someone else; I'm not sure who exactly,
 but I appologize anyways (standard fanfic disclaimer).
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Sailor Moon: The Muscle Chronicles I

   The bed creaked with stress. It was adjusting to the new weight that
 it was forced to bear. Its legs wobbled unsteadily. The mattresses
were compressed to their limit. Each time the figure turned over, the
 bed cried out again.
   Luna tried to cover her ears with her paws, but to no avail. The
sound was too much for her sensitive ears. She stared with her
slitted eyes towards a clock. 6:00am it read. Luna bore her fangs
with anxiety.
   <Can't she adjust any quieter?> she thought to herself.
   Once again, the bed cried out in agony. This was too much. Luna
growled and lept to the body lying on the bed.
   Serena was sleeping comfortably, covers strewn about. She was
 only wearing her bra and panties. Her body was different from
before. Now it was a mass of sinews and cords. Serena's arms had
thickened and become lined with vascularity. Even unflexed, her
biceps and triceps were massive.
   Serena's torso had become ripped with muscles. Her abdominal muscles
 popped out like armour plating. Her shoulders spanned like a
suspension bridge, holding up her thick neck. Her breasts had
ballooned out and were supported by strong pectoral muscles.
   Serena's hips were strong and firm. Out from her hips flowed her
legs, covered with lines of strength. Her quads were like hills. Her
calves were perked up and diamond-shaped. Serena's hamstrings carried
 definition, thick and smooth. Even her knees carried some vascularity.
   Serena's face was cute and calm. She was asleep, and she had a
pecular smile on her face. Her head was rested on a pillow, her face
pointing to the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched. Her hips were on
 their side, with the left leg resting on the right one.
   Luna lept to beside Serena's head, and batted at her face with one
 paw. Serena moaned and sturred, her eyes fluttering half-open. She
managed to get up on one arm, and stared at Luna.
   With an expectant expression on her face, Luna sat staring at
Serena.
   `Uuuuh!' Serena moaned. `Luna, what time is it?!'
   `For your information,' Luna stated, `it is 6 o'clock. And you are
driving me crazy!'
   `Luna! I've got school tomorrow. I need to pool my sleep.'
   `Your bed won't last another night if you keep rolling around like
you have been the last couple of hours!'
   `Well, I'm up anyways, so you can continue the berating!'
   Serena sat up on the bed, and began to rub her arm muscles.
   `AAAAAAAAUGH!' she screamed aloud.
   Luna lept over to the nighttable and swatted at the clock. It flew
in the air and met with Serena's face, cutting off the cry.
   `Quiet!' Luna exclaimed. `Do you want to wake your parents up?'
   `LUUUNNNAAA!' Serena moaned. `What happened?'
   `Don't you even remember?
   (FLASHBACK SEQUENCE)
   `When you and the other scouts were training in the local gym, you
ran into a monster from the Negaverse which was immune to your senshi
 powers.
   `With no other option available, I gave you, Ami and Raye the
mystical moon muscle medallions, which transformed you into three
muscular sailor scouts.
   `Strong and powerful, you had no trouble defeating the monster,
freeing the innocents and once again foiling the plots of the
Negaverse.
   `However, when you tried to transform back, you three found that
your muscular forms were permanent. Your costumes and powers had
disappeared as usual with the detransformation, but you had the
muscles of a serious bodybuilder.
   (FLASHBACK ENDS)
   `Those were the side effects I warned you scouts about. Now, you
will always have a buxom and strong body.'
   `Oh, yeah!' Serena chuckled. `Now I remember.'
   `Now the next challenge is to hide this from your parents.'
   `Oh, that'll be easy'
   <She has no idea> Luna thought.

   Queen Beryl was outrageously clad as usual. She sat in her exotic
throne, set against the dark violet sky of the Negaverse. Unseen
things of darkness moved within the sidelines. Despite all this, it
was Queen Beryl's expression that was the darkest. She growled with
rage.
   `You failed,' Queen Beryl screetched out, `once again, Nephrite.
   Nephrite, clothed in the Negaverse uniform, knelt, head down, before
 his queen. He ground his teeth in rage, forced to loose his diginity
 further than usual.
   `I am truely sorry, my queen.' Nephrite said.
   `QUIET! You have failed for the last time. This calls, of course,
for more competant servants. No more will you be allowed to fail.'
   `What do you mean, my queen?!'
   `You will be forced to stay here in the Negaverse forever more, you
worthless toad! I am now calling upon minions I have kept in cache,
hoping never to use them!'
   `My queen?!'
   `Silence!'
   Queen Beryl gestured with one hand in a snapping motion. A wall of
purple stone appeared behind Nephrite, and dark violet tentacles shot
 out from it. They caught Nephrite from all limbs and body parts, and
 pulled back. Nephrite struggled, but for naught, as the tentacles
reeled him in. Finally, he hit the wall with a resounding thud.
   `You will now witness every success you could not achieve!'
   Queen Beryl turned her head to the void, and began to speak in
Tongues. Her strange chanting became a spell, and the void took
shape.
   A submarine-like chunk of rock flew in from the void. It was as long
 as a football field. The rock was jagged and varied in shades of
violet all over its surface.
   It finally reached the edge of the plateau of Queen Beryl's throne.
A strange thing happened. The front end of the rock mass melted, and
formed a strange ramp with the plateau. As the ramp formed, It became
 apparent that the rock was hollow. The ramp opened up the front end
of the rock, showing a yellow-lit inside.
   `Excellent!' the Queen exclaimed. `From this rock shall come seven
 warriors of the Negaverse with powers that even those muscle-freaks,
the sailor scouts, won't be able to deal with!'
   Nephrite began a slight and methodical laugh.
   `Heh! And each warrior will step out, and I'll get to see each of
them defeated in term.'
   `We shall see. But I think there is one major factor in this
assured victory: their commander. Come, Bloodstone!'
   A female figure walked out from the chamber of the rock. She was
tall and well-muscled. Her arms and legs were strong, and she had
tremendous vascularity. She was clad in a crimson bustierre with the
 symbols of the negaverse and black shorts. She had bracers of gold
and high boots of crimson.
   Black hair reaching the shoulder flowed from her evilly-beautiful
face. She had deep black eyes and blood-red lips. She had an angular
face with sharp features.
   `I, Bloodstone, am here to serve you, my queen!' she exclaimed with
a hearty voice.
   `Observe, Nephrite,' Queen Beryl proclaimed, `someone with
infititely more talent and power than you!'
   `Heh!' Nephrite chortled. `It's nothing compared to me! I'm
definitely more pow...'
   Nephrite's words were cut short by Bloodstone's hand gripping his
throat with unearthly power.
   `I do not like challenges.' Bloodstone stated. `However, maybe later
 I'll take advantage of the position you've been put in. For now, I
have business to attend to.'
   Bloodstone loosened her grip, and turned around to face Queen Beryl.
 Nephrite stared at her back with intense hatred.
   <You'll screw up, and then I'll screw you!> he thought.
   `My Queen!' Bloodstone exclaimed. `I am ready to serve you. So
without further ado, I present my first warrior!'
   A dark, shadowy figure stepped out from the rock. Steam rolled
around it, further obscuring its features. It slowly paced forwards,
allowing the strange light illuminate it.
   The figure was a tall and broad humanoid with dark green skin. It
had no head, only a strange bump with a cluster of eyes where the
neck should have been. Two legs ending in frog-like feet extended
from its thick and rubbery torso. Its two arms were like giant hoes
of bone.
   `Is that all?' Queen Beryl demanded.
   `Hold, my Queen!' Bloodstone stated. `There is more.'
   The creature grunted a etherial grunt, and it started to bulk up.
All over, its muscles increased threefold in size. The thing had
become massive and ripped, like a frog on steroids. The hoe-like
arms split up into two curved hooks with spikes covering it, like the
 thorns on a rose.
   `Impressive.' Said the Queen.
   `Your Majesty.' Stated Bloodstone, bowing.
   `Send it to Earth at once!'

   

[muscle82002]

Sayo Kawati was a pretty woman, with a nice, pleasing body. She had
straight, raven black hair that was cut short, and wore a pair of
pearl-rimmed spectacles that framed her blue eyes nicely.
   She was exiting her small apartment, five floors up in the building,
 a large cement building, built for functionality rather than
ascetics. She was wearing her nurse's uniform with a nice red coat
overtop. Sayo carried a simple purse as well.
   A tall, handsome man exited the apartment next to hers. He had
auburn hair which he kept in a pony tail, and wore an expensive
business suit. He was Hideaki Kuroyama, as Sayo had come to know from
 his incessant passes at her. Sayo felt he was toying with her
emotions, but nothing could have been further from the truth.
   'Hey, there, Kawati-san!' Hideaki accosted Sayo. 'Off to work I
see!'
   'Yes, Kuroyama-san.' Sayo said with some impatience in her voice.
   'Will you do me the pleasure of having you over for dinner tonight?'
   'I do not think so, Kuroyama-san.'
   'Please, call me Hideaki!'
   Hideaki was taking certain chances by being so informal, but his
proposal was to be ill-founded.
   'I am sorry, Kuroyama-san,' Sayo explained, 'but I am too busy.
Arigato!'
   With that, Sayo left Hideaki standing, desperate as ever.

   'I think they're staring at us.'
   'Of course they're staring at us! How could they help but not to?'
   Serena and Ami walked down the street to school. Each was clad in
the standard school uniform: a sailor suit. Each was also heavily
muscled, although their clothes had changed to fit their powerful new
 form. Even with the alteration the cloth of the uniforms was
stretched and threatened to rip.
   Fellow students and passerbys alike looked with plate-sized eyes at
 the pair. Serena and Ami's steps came with power and even the
clothes could not hide the bulges and ridges of muscle they had
recently gained.
   Even more disconcerting was the number of young men tripping over
their own feet, not watching where they were going, but gazing at the
 buxom pair. Serena and Ami were uncomfortably conscious of the
stares, and blushed.
   Serena suddenly yelped and hid behind Ami.
   'Serena,' Ami asked, 'what's wrong?'
   'It's Darien!' Serena replied, red and hunching over.
   Sure enough, Darien, handsome and well-dressed, was walking down
the street towards Ami and Serena. He had a cocky smile on his face.
His dark hair was shortly cut. He walked with a steady, sure pace,
hands in his pockets.
   Darien walked up to Ami, and stared with shockful face. He glanced
up and down Ami's supple new body.
   'Ami,' he gasped, 'what the heck happened to you?'
   'Oh, nothing' Ami managed to reply, glancing to one side.
   'Nothing? You call this nothing? It's disgusting!'
   Ami looked downed, and turned red with anger, although she was
fearful of bursting out.
   'Why, you look almost as bad a Serena!'
   At this, Serena started to fume.
   'Why, if "nothing" happened to ol' meatball-head, it'd be for the
worst!'
   Serena started to raise, although Darien still hadn't noticed her.
   'Heck, she'd be a hundred times more uglier if she gained as much
muscle as you!'
   'THAT'S IT!!!' Serena screamed, as she bounded forward, and whipped
her school bag overhead like a hammer. It connected with Darien's
face, causing a shocked and bruised expression to appear on his face.
 He reeled back with the blow, and ended up on the ground.
   'Ow!' said a pained Darien, 'Serena, what'd you do that for? HOLY
MACARONI! What's happened to you?!'
   'I've turned "ugly",' Serena replied, 'I guess.'
   'Wow, have you...'
   Darien's words were cut short, as Serena pounced on him. After a
few blows, she had him linked in an abdominal stretch. He winced as
Serena stretched his arms and stomach to their limits.
   'You freak!' Darien cried out. 'Stop it, or I'll get mad!'
   'HAH!' Serena laughed. 'You couldn't do anything to me!'
   Darien started to struggle, and Serena found it difficult to keep
hold, not because of his strength (far from it), but because he was
using considerable agility to slip out of her hold.
   'Ami, help me with this rat!'
   'OK.' chirped Ami.
   Ami skipped over to Darien's legs. Serena pushed Darien to the
ground, and he let out an 'oomph.' Serena sat herself on Darien's
chest and Ami linked her legs inbetween Darien's, in a figure-four
leg hold. Serena grabbed his arms and forced them up and against her
muscle-laden legs. Ami then proped herself on her arms, forcing her
weight against Darien's legs. She moved her pelvis up and down,
causing further strain against Darien's legs. Serena flexed her thick
 arm muscles, stretching the tendons in Darien's arm to their limits,
 tearing them.
   A crowd began to form, close enough to see the torture, but not
close enough to interfere with the combatants. Some stared in
disgust, some shock, and a few, lust (most notably a short, lecherous
 teenager in a school uniform, salvitating at the sight, but only for
 a few seconds before being dealt with a bolt of lightning from a
horned alien; INJOKE).
   'I give, I give!' Darien cried out, as the very last of his resolve
was drained from him. Ami and Serena relaxed their grips. Ami stood
up, but Serena kept her seat on Darien's chest.
   'And don't ever call me meatball-head ever again!' Serena shouted
in his ears.
   'Never!' he concented.
   Serena arose, and swivelled on her heel. Ami followed her as Serena
continued on her way to school.

   Nurse Kawati was situated in her office at the school. She sighed,
as no activity went on, and she was left, more or less, without work.
 The only time she had work, other than the occasional sick student,
was when boys would intentionally get themselves injured so that they
 could see her.
   She arose then, ready to check her inventory for the third time,
when there was a change in the air.
   The room darkened, and a swirling portal of ebony appeared. Nurse
Kawati gasped in shock. There was a slight breeze that picked up and
started to move papers about.
   Bloodstone, strong and sturdy, appeared within the portal. She
proudly stepped forward and grabbed the nurse gently by the chin.
   'What a pretty creature!' She remarked, noting Nurse Kawati's
features. 'You will serve our purpose well.'
   Bloodstone gestrued at the portal, and the first warrior appeared,
the disgusting, hook-armed creature. It jabbered as it lurched forward.
   'Use this one as your own!' Bloodstone commanded.
   The warrior jumped into the air, and aimed for the nurse. Nurse
Kawati screamed...

   'I think they're staring at us.'
   'Of course they're staring at us! How could they help but not to?'
   Serena and Ami sat next to one another in the classroom. The
assembled students were gazing at the muscular pair. From the boys
came amazement, with some lust. From the girls came shock, and some
envy. From Melvin came... well... you know.
   'Wow, Serena!' Melvin chirped in his typical annoying tone. 'You
look great! Will you go out with me?'
   'Like my answer to that question has changed!' Serena snapped.
   Molly leaned over to Ami.
   'I wish I had your body!' Molly said.
   'Uh, yeah!' Ami managed to gulp.
   The door to the classroom opened, and a male teacher emerged. He had
 a squat, stocky build, and had long sideburns extending from his
black hair. He wore a suit bearing strange emblems in a pattern.
   'My name is Onsen-Mark,' he proclaim, as he set his briefcase down
upon the desk, 'and for the extension of this fanfic series...
ahem... I mean, for the month I will be your substitute teacher.'
   Onsen-Mark surveyed the class, checked the seating order sheet, and
then did a double-take as he glanced at the two powerhouses seated in
 the center of the room.
   'WHA... What the heck are you supposed to be?!' he exclaimed.
   'I'm Serena!' Serena chirped. 'I'm just a student, just like
everyone else!'
   'Like hell!' Onsen-Mark screetched. 'You two go to the nurse's
office, immediately!'
   'Ironic, like we didn't see that coming!' Serena muttered under her
breathe.
   'Watch it!' Onsen-Mark warned.
   Serena and Ami arose and left the room, leaving the rest of the
class mumbling in gossip.
   'Shut up and get to work!' Onsen-Mark screamed.

   Serena knocked on the door of the nurse's office for the third time.
 She and Ami were standing in the hall, trying to look inconspicious
(but severely failing).
   'This is odd!' Ami said. 'The boys don't have gym 'till the
afternoon. Nurse Kawati usually jumps at a chance to serve a visitor
in the morning!'
   'I'll try to open it!' Serena said.
   The door was unlocked, and Serena turned the knob and opened the
door. The nurse's office was dark and cold. Only the lighting from
the hall seeped in, showing a cabinet lined with various medicines
and bandages.
   'That's strange!' Serena commented. 'She's not in.'
   Serena and Ami walked into the room. Ami flicked the light switch,
but to no avail. She toggled it back and forth.
   'Nothing!' She said.
   Suddenly, a high and cackling wail filled the air. Serena and Ami
were jolted as Nurse Kawati lunged into their midst.
   She had changed. Her skin was a dark green, and was stretched over
thick and vascular muscles. Her hands were large and her fingers were
 hooked claws. Her mouth was filled with fangs. Her nurse's uniform
was now tatters, barely concealing her feminity.
   Her arms and legs were now huge and thick with muscles that reeked
of power. Her torso was a powerplant of muscles. Her neck was like a
tree stump, with her shoulders like a suspension bridge.
   'Patients to be treated, I see!' she cackled.
   She lunged forth, and tried to rake both the girls with her talon-
like hands. Ami and Serena dodged aside, seeking cover. Serena rolled
 behind a desk, but the Nurse creature picked it up and tossed it
towards Serena. Serena managed to crawl away in time to avoid the
piece of furniature as it hit the ground and exploded into splinters.
   The Nurse creature then turned around, and grabbed hold of the
retreating Ami. Ami was powerful with her new body, and tried to
escape the creature's grasp. Ami grunted and heaved. Her muscles
expanded to the point of stretching her school uniform, but she
could not escape the hug of the Nurse creature.
   Serena then clobbered the monster over the back of its head with
a bedpan. The creature let out a dull scream, and let go of Ami, who
darted to the other side of the room.
   Serena joined Ami, and the two of them intoned the words that
transformed them into the sailor scouts.
   Powerful and bursting with muscles the scouts stood in their newly
acquired costumes: White halter tops with bows, coloured shorts, knee
 high boots and long gloves. This allowed them to show their
excellent biceps and triceps, their esquisite abdomenal muscles and
their phenomenal quadraceps.
   'Health and well-being are valuable things to young people, and
you jeopordize both! I, Sailor Moon, will stop you, evil-doer!'
   The Nurse creature hissed in anger. Its arms ripped apart, forming
large hooks where the forearms should have been. Spikes shot out of
its spine and shoulders. The scouts could feel the power of the
Negaverse course through the creature's veins.
   The Nurse monster lunged forward, aiming a hook-arm at either scout.
 The scouts held each arm by the elbow, managing to push back the
inhuman strength the creature expelled. Sailor Moon and Sailor
Mercury soon gained the upper hand, and pushed back the creature into
 the air. It landed with a thud.
   As the Nurse creature arose, Sailor Moon grabbed Sailor Mercury
and threw her at the monster. Sailor Mercury spun in the air, and at
the last point executed a fine kick into the monster's midsection.
It reeled back at the strength and force behind the blow.
   Sailor Moon ran forward, and before the monster could get back up
on its feet, she landed her elbow on the creature. The Nurse creature
 howeled in pain. Sailor Mercury then grabbed the feet of the monster
 and put it into a half crab leg hold. The monster screetched in
agony.
   Then Sailor Moon sat on the ground, and entanged her strong and
muscular legs around the thing's head. Neck scissors were applied to
the creature, and its volume would have surely rose if the great
quads of Sailor Moon were not cutting off her mouth. Not to mention,
 circulation.
   The creature tried to struggle, but the scouts' power was too much.
After a few futile thrashings, the monster settled into unconscious-
ness. The scouts eased their grips, and let the monster flop to the
ground.
   Sailor Moon reached for her tiara.
   'MOON HEALING!' she cried out as she threw an energy tiara towards
 the creature's prone form. The energy object struct, and there was a
 flash of white light which engulfed the room.
   There was the prone form of Nurse Kawati on the ground, her tattered
 uniform barely concealing her now muscular form. Her arms and legs
were now riddled with thick, well-defined muscles. Her torso
supported these strong limbs well. She was sleeping.
   The scouts stared amazed at the nurse's body.
   'Now, THAT's unusual!' Sailor Moon stated.
   'That new Negaverse energy must have had a permanent effect on her!'
 Sailor Mercury observed.
   'Let's not be around when she wakes up!' Sailor Moon advised.

   Hideaki Kuroyama was sitting on his sofa, watching TV after a long
day of endless work at his office. He had taken off his jacket and
tie, and was doing his best to forget all the stress he had been
through.
   A knock came at his door. He got up with some hesitancy, and
answered it. He opened the door. There, standing in the sunset sky
was Sayo Kawati. She was clad in a brown overcoat that covered much
of her body.
   'Kawati-san!' Hideaki remarked with enthusiasm. 'What brings you
here to my humble abode?'
   'I decided to take you up on your offer!' Sayo said, cheerfully.
'May I come in?'
   'Certainly!'
   Hideaki stood aside to let Sayo in. She paced over, never letting
up on her grasp on the overcoat.
   'May I take your coat?'
   'In a minute. First, sit down.'
   'All right.' Hideaki said, with some uncertainty.
   Hideaki resumed his seat on the sofa. Sayo walked over to a position
 that brought her in between Hideaki and the television set. She
carefully and slowly removed the overcoat.
   Hideaki stared with lust at the bikini-clad, muscle-bound figure in
front of him. Sayo was now a goddess in his vision. She started to
flex various muscles. Her biceps expanded, and she played around
with her leg muscles.
   'I never want you to leave my sight!' Hideaki managed to comment.
   'I never want to leave your sight.' Sayo assured him.
   I'll continue this tale in a sideline story.

   Serena and Ami lounged in Serena's room, reading fan mags. Luna
glared at them.
   'So the nurse was permanently transformed?' she asked.
   'Yep!' Serena chirped. 'Thats right.'
   'We seem to be up against a new kind of Negaverse villainy!'
   'Don't worry, Luna!' Ami replied. 'We'll be able to handle it!'
   'By the way, did you have any trouble with anybody?'
   'Well, Melvin was all over me. And we had to deal with Darien,
because he doesn't seem to like girls with mus... WAIT A MINUTE!'
   'What is it, Serena?' Ami asked, concerned.
   'Darien! RAYE! He doesn't know she's changed too!'

   Darien was stepping up the steps of the Shinto temple. Suddenly, he
had a shuddering feeling all over his body.
   'Whoa! What was that? I just had a sense of sinister forboding!'

[grandy]

The True Nature of Betty McGregor
By Robert Adam Morrison
Betty hides her true nature from her friends and family
Send Comments/Story Ideas to: alpha_cent@hotmail.com


The True Nature of Betty McGregor

   The three-fifteen bell rang through the halls of Northwestern
Secondary School. A sudden rustle of voices overcame the bell. Students
arose from their seats and gathered their books and supplies. The clang
and bang of lockers being openened and closed filled the hallways. The
stampede of students went every which way, moving like a uncontrollable
pool of oil, intermixing within itself.
   Betty McGregor was still sitting at the art desk, applying the
strokes of paint to the paper in front of her. She was using acrylics to
paint the picture of a barbarian wearing nothing but a loincloth and
wielding a large battle axe. She sighed in pleasure as she noted his
humongous pectoral muscles and tree-trunk arms.
   Betty McGregor was a short girl, only five feet tall. She was
nineteen years old, and had grown as much as she would naturally. Betty
had long blonde hair that was straight and came down to her upper back.
Her beautiful blue eyes peered at the painting. Betty wore a simple
blue t-shirt and aqua green shorts.
   'Come on, Betty!' whined a young girl. 'Get with it! We'll be late
for practice.'
   The girl was a black-skinned beauty with dark brown curly hair that
reached to her shoulders. She had auburn brown eyes that hid behind thin-
framed glasses. The girl wore a spice girls t-shirt and a pair of tattered
jeans. She was five feet and six inches tall. Her limbs were long and
slim.
   'Gennifer,' Betty cooly said, 'this kind of art comes before all
other tasks.'
   'Ooh, I see. But, Betty! We've got to rush. You want to be on
the field hockey team again, don't you?'
   'Yeah! I forgot. Let's get going.'
   Betty packed up her stuff into her backpack, and the two
went to leave. As she stuffed away the painting, Betty said:
   'And I'll see you later.'

   The small orange sphere moved at high velocity towards Betty.
She was caught in slow motion as the orb ripped through the air towards
her. Betty slowly moved her stick up into the air.
   'Betty, get moving!' shouted the coach.
   Betty turned to look towards the coach, and was hit by the ball.
Hitting her in the head, she groaned and fell to the ground.
   The coach walked over to Betty's body. His great round form cast
a shadow over her.
   Coach Hart was a small, squat and round man with the attitude of
a mean nun. He wore with his coach fatigues a single whistle and a hat
that read: Canadian Armed Forces. Coach Hart looked weak, but was
known to reduce the bravest jock football player to a puddle of tears.
His meaness easily surpassed his ugliness. Bottom line: he was an
effective coach.
   Betty groaned and looked up towards the coach. She nursed her
head, where the ball had hit home.
   'McGregor! Concentrate on the ball!'
   'I just was paying attent...'
   'PAY ATTENTION TO ME: IF YOU'RE GOING TO HIT THE BALL, KEEP
AWARE!'
   'But...'
   'THAT'S ENOUGH!' shouted Coach Hart, in a tone that would send
Sgt. Slaughter to his knees. 'YOU'RE OUTTA HERE! YOU AND YOUR WIMP
FRIEND! HIT THE SHOWERS!'
   'Wimp friend?' asked Gennifer to another girl. 'Who do you
think...'
   'YOU, BROCK! GET MOVING!'
   With saddened hearts, Betty and Gennifer headed to the school
from the field.

   After showering, the two felt slightly better from the assault
the coach had given them. They exited the shower room and headed for
the doors of the school. They chatted to each other in the fashion of
teenagers.
   They opened the school doors and exited down the short flight
of stairs. Slinging their packs over their shoulders, they readied
themselves for the trek back to their homes. They continued to talk
about things, classes, assignments that were due, how cute certain
boys were, how others acted like asses, and so on.
   Suddenly, the air was filled with sirens, and the two glanced in
the distance. The flash of police lights came from over the horizon.
From this far, they could only tell that there were about four police
cars and at least one ambulance. They seemed to be readied at one
building.
   Betty turned to Gennifer.
   'Well, Gen,' Betty said, 'it seems like we've got a chance to
finally show the public what we're made of.'
   'What you're made of;' replied Gennifer, 'I'm not made of
much!'
   'In any case,' Betty continued, 'it's time to strut our stuff!'

   The fifth police car pulled up to the outer limits of the parking
lot. There were already four cars there, each with two police officers
taking positions. An ambulance stood near the rear, with two paramedics
ready to spring into action.
   The parking lot they were parked at belonged to the stout, three
story, red-bricked office building. The building was laid out in an
ell-pattern. A sign indicated that the building was the Mutual
Conditional Life Insurance Stratford branch. The life insurance
building was to become very instable.
   The police car stopped behind the others, and a single figure
exited the car. Standing about six feet was the young detective,
Johnathan Wiles. Johnathan had hansome rugged looks, and stood with
some strength and confidence. He wore a fedora, a leather longcoat
and dress shirt and pants.
   He walked up to a senor-looking officer (ranked by the number
of doughnuts he had ate, and the severity of his dirty looks) and
showed his detective's badge.
   'What's the situation?' Johnathan asked the officer.
   'Gang of punks that thought they could make off with some money
from an insurance company.' the officer said. 'Stupid. But dangerous.
They've taken four hostages. This town is going crazy!'
   'Save it for the press.' grunted Johnathan. 'Have they made any
demands?'
   'They want five mil and a helicopter!'
   'Stratford doesn't have that kind of budget even after one year!
The military can hardly rouse a helicopter together!'
   'So what'd ya want to do, detective?'
   'We wait.'
   Suddenly, a shadow came over the detective and the officer. There
was a slight sound of a female scream. The shadow widened, then
narrowed. The scream became louder. Suddenly, two figures dropped in
front of Johnathan, one carrying the other.
   The larger of the two figures was a tall and strong young woman,
wearing a costume of red with gold highlights. The skin tight costume
covered her torso and privates. A red mask with white eyeholes
covered her eyes, protecting her identity. Her long blond hair reached
down to her waist. Red and gold boots protected her feet.
        The costume was skin tight and did little to conceal the fact that
she was well-built. Her thick arms easily carried the other girl. The
biceps and triceps of the arm were well-sculpted. Her legs were smooth
and shaped with generous quads and calves. Her chest was muscled, with
feminine breasts (not over-sized, just at the right porportions). Her
abs were ridged with multiple muscles, the pattern showing through the
costume. Her back was arched in a powerful 'V' that spoke of strength. Her
face was heart-shaped and pretty.
   The smaller of the figures was a black girl with dark brown hair
and a similar costume. She was slim and athletic. She was five feet,
six inches tall. She was nowhere near as muscular as the other girl, but
her arms were toned, and showed signs of development. Her legs had the
classic eye-pleasing shape with some definition. Her stomach was completely
toned, and small bumps appeared. Her face, even behind the mask, was very
beautiful.
        She was the screaming one, and she stopped, finally turning the
scream into a laugh.
   'What the?!' blurted the confused officer.
   'Gentlemen, don't be alarmed,' said the blond heroine,
'everything is under control. My name is Mighty Girl. This is my
companion Fasttrax.'
   'Hiya!' said Fasttrax.
   Johnathan and the officer stood shocked, mouths agape.
   'So, how may I be of assistance?' asked Mighty Girl.
   'Um...' said Johnathan, 'we've got a situation. There's a bunch
of punks taking hostage inside. Are you sure...'
   'Never surer I can handle things.' stated Mighty Girl. 'Come on,
Fasttrax. We've got to clean this place up.'
   'Then let's go!'
   The pair darted over the police cars and ran into the building.

        Fred Robinson was a local hick with a gun. He was well over his
head, and the idea of getting any money was fleeting from him. Fred just
wanted the experience over. What was Mark trying to do? he asked himself.
        The Uzi he carried was rusted over. Fred himself was a plain
looking young man of 25. He had stubble and blond hair. He wore grubby
clothes and a nylon vest. Cigarette butts lied strewn upon the ground
around him. He was standing in the hall of the insurance building,
standing guard near the entrance.
        Why the f*ck am I doing this? he asked himself. I don't know how to
fire this damn thing off! Why did I get drunk last night?
        His thoughts were cut off suddenly as the door adjacent to him
swung open rapidly. Standing in the doorway were two figures: Mighty Girl
and Fasttrax. Fred's mind was stuck in neutral as the two strode forward.
He managed to get his hands in a firing position around the Uzi, but he
was not quick enough to get one burst off. Mighty Girl quickly grabbed the
Uzi, and snatched it from Fred's hands. She took the Uzi with both hands,
and used her mighty arms to crush the weapon into a ball. Her arm muscles
bulged up in the effort, and there was a great creaking noise as the metal
succumbed to Mighty Girl's great strength. Fred could only gape and stare.
        Mighty Girl tossed the useless piece of metal aside. Fasttrax
proceeded to grab Fred. She took him by the shoulders and used her legs
to propell him into the air. She fell back onto her back, and completed
the backroll throw, sending Fred through the open doorway and onto the
parking lot. He landed with a 'wumph,' causing a dust cloud to fly up.
        The two heroines gave each other a 'thumbs up,' and continued down
the hallway.

        The hostages were tied up with extension cords, and muzzled with
masking tape. They sat in a circle in the middle of a conference room. The
conference table had been propped up against the windows of the room. Two
doors exited the room.
        The five gang members hovered over the hostages. Each of the gang
members had a rusted sub-machinegun, one different than the other. The gang
members were all young men in grubby clothes. All of them but one were
caucasian: the fifth gang member was korean.
        The hostages were all businesspeople, two of them men, two of them
women. They wore fine suits and had were well-groomed.
        The korean turned to one of the other gang members.
        'So,' the korean asked, 'what are we going to do now, genius?'
        'Shut up!' said the gang member. 'I've got it all planned out.
We'll make some more threats, and eventually the cops'll give in!'
        'Oh, well thought, Mark! Like that's worked before!'
        'Well, Phil, what's your plan then?'
        'Easy!' said Phil. 'We kill one of the hostages. Simple enough.'
        The hostages' eyes bugged out.
        There was a knock at the door.
        'Frigging hell!' cursed Mark. 'I thought I told the pigs not to
come in! See who it is, Ernest.'
        Ernest, a black-haired youth, walked over to the door of the room.
He slowly opened it, sub-machinegun in hand. Before it was fully opened, the
door suddenly flew open, as a powerful arm pushed it. Ernest stepped back
and fired the trigger on the Heckler & Kock MP5. Bullets flew forwards, and
there was the sound of scattering shots.
        The powerful arms of Mighty Girl reached out and took the H&K from
Ernest's hands. With powerful strides, Mighty Girl charged forward and held
her elbow in front of her, catching Ernest with full force in the chin.
Ernest's head snapped back, and he collapsed to the ground, flying a few
feet backwards.
        Mighty Girl and Fasttrax stepped into the room, taking heroic poses.
The gang members were stunned at the two magnificent figures in front of
them.
        Striking while the iron was hot, the two heroines charged forward.
Fasttrax ran with lightning speed up to Phil. She lept up onto his shoulders,
and forced his head between her calves. She swung down to the ground, taking
Phil's head with her. Still attached, the rest of Phil's body followed.
Fasttrax swilleved around at the last moment, using her weight against Phil's
body. The hurricana was deadly. There was a sound of impact as Phil landed
fully on the ground. He slumped, unconscious.
        Mighty Girl swung her fist in an overhead jab at Mark. He dodged
aside, but this put him right in the path of Mighty Girl's left fist. Her
belly punch impacted into his gut, forcing the wind from him. Mark stepped
back, stunned. Not resting for a second, Mighty Girl lept up and executed
a roundhouse kick, catching Mark on the side of his head. Her leg hit his
head, forcing the last bit of consciousness from it. Mark slumped to the
ground.
        Mighty Girl turned around, and looked at the two remaining gang
members. They stood unsteadily. Mighty Girl let a smile loose on her face,
and pulled one of her arms up. She flexed her bicep back and forth, letting
its peak rise and fall. The strong muscle smashed the remaining confidence
from the gangers, and they dropped to the ground, letting go of their
weapons.
        The two heroines turned to each other and smiled.
        'That was awesome!' Fasttrax said.
        'Let's free these people.' said Mighty Girl.

        Johnathan stood in amazement. The two heroines stepped from the
building, carrying the unconscious gangers. The hostages followed. The two
young women had gone in and come out without a scratch.
        Mighty girl plopped the gangers to the ground. A few officers
rushed forward to cuff the prone men. The two other gangers came out of the
building, and gave theirselves up.
        Johnathan stepped towards the two heroines. They stood proudly over
the prone villains.
        'Nice work.' Johnathan said. 'Who are you really?'
        'Hey,' said Fasttrax, 'you know the rules. We can't say.'
        'Hope we can meet again.' said Mighty Girl. 'Next crime.'
        'Hey,' Johnathan said, 'maybe we'll meet on off hours!'
        'Maybe.' Mighty Girl let a slight smile. She nodded to Fasttrax.
        Fasttrax sighed, and let herself be carried by Mighty Girl. Mighty
Girl crouched down, and leaped up, high into the air. She disappeared into
the horizon.
        'Amazing!' mouthed Johnathan.

        'Maybe?' quipped Fasttrax sarcastically. 'That guy wanted you! You
should have taken him up on the unsaid offer!'
        The two heroines were in the basement of a house. The small room
they were in was obviously a laundry room. A washer and a dryer stood in
the dimly lit chamber. A number of drying shirts and pants hung from the
pipes of the ceiling.
        Betty McGregor took off her mask revealing her face fully. She
was Mighty Girl. She was changing in her house with her crime-fighting
partner and friend Gennifer Brock, also known as Fasttrax.
        'I don't know, Gen.' Betty said. 'I mean. He saw me like this. How
would he deal with me if he saw me like...'
        Betty suddenly started to shrink. Her muscles ebbed and shrank.
Within five seconds, she had changed back to her normal state. Her costume
hung comically over her five foot frame.
        '...this.' Betty completed her sentance.
        'Who says you have to go like that?' said Gennifer. 'All you have to
do is buy some clothes suited to your heroic frame and go after him all big
and strong!'
        'Yeah, right.'
        'No! Think about it.'
        Betty did. She always wondered what it would be like to go around in
her heroic form.
        The pair changed into their normal clothes, concealing their costumes
in the special hidden pockets in their backpacks. They left the laundry room
and climbed the stairs to the main floor of Betty's house.
        They entered the kitchen. The well decorated kitchen was full of
food. An island housed a range and table top. Stools stood around the island.
The fridge had numerous magnets stuck on it, holding pieces of paper. A spice
rack held a great number of spices.
        A middle-aged woman in a business suit leant against the island. She
was reading a newspaper. She was attractive, with blond hair and blue eyes.
Her body was slim and well-kept for her age.
        'Hey, mom!' Betty called out.
        'Betty!' the woman said. 'And Gennifer. How was school?'
        'Great!'
        'Fantastic!'
        'Anything happen?'
        The two teens looked at each other with knowing glances.
        'Nothing much.'
        'Coach Hart yelled at us.'
        'You two. I swear!'

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Bio-Terror
Author: Robert Morrison
Contents: A rogue experiment causes terror in a local hospital, but has
enhancing results!
Send Comments/Story Ideas to: alphac@orc.ca

Bio-Terror
   I actually wrote this story five years ago (I was only seventeen).
My later stories will show development past this 'rough' format.

   The man paced across the floor.  The tap of his sole hitting the
marble floor echoed in the halls. He adjusted his tie and rounded a corner.
   The thing reached out. Its green hand wrapped around the neck of
the man. He gurgled. The thing made a simple muscle movement in its hand
and sharp claws dug into the man's neck. Blood trickled down, and the man's
struggling ceased. The thing threw away the lifeless corpse. Its fanged
mouth smiled. its green-blotched body was repulsive.
   The thing looked through a window in a door. There were no bodies
in this room. It smashed the door open. Splinters flew through the air. The
thing walked through. A wave of tiredness washed over it, and it slumped.
It trotted over to the bed and lay down.
   The green skin and warts bubbled and melted. The skin dissipated in
the air. The body of a female remained, naked and motionless on the bed. Her
build was petite, and long, curled brown hair caressed her small shoulders.
Her body took shallow breaths. Her eyes flickered open.
   "Aiee!", she screamed. She bolted upright in the bed. Her scream
increased in pitch.
   The nurse ran in. She moved to the woman and applied a sedative.
The woman slouched, and fell unconscious.

   An hour later, Dan stepped through the door. Dan was a tall and well-
built man with black hair and blue eyes. He walked over to the woman, who was
now dressed in a hospital gown. He brushed her hair with his hand, touched
her hand, and she regained consciousness.
   "Wake up, Kate!", said Dan, "Who ever knew that gardening accident
would lead to this?"
   Katey, as Dan knew, had received a rose from a relative in Europe,
and had stubbed her thumb on a thorn. The thorn had stuck into her thumb, and
had caused a severe infection.
   She smiled at him. He was handsome, witty and available. She planned
to propose to him.
   "Thank you for coming, Dan!", she replied.
   "No problem! I always help out the weaker sex!"
   Dan had hit a hot spot. Katey fumed a bit.
   "Take that back, Dan!"
   "Come on, Katey! Look at yourself! You're definitely weaker!"
   She grabbed his left arm. The change occurred again. Her bone structure
changed, and the green, blotched skin covered her body. She gripped his arm
with greater strength and pulled. He screamed in agony as blood poured from his
arm socket, his arm removed.
   The nurse entered the room. She froze. The thing looked towards her. A
needle-like projectile shot from its head and hit the nurse's abdomen.
   The nurse's bones mutated, and green-skin covered her. The original
thing dissipated off of Katey, and the new thing was fully-formed. It roared and
bolted from the room.
   Katey slumped in the bed.

   When she woke up, she found she was strapped down. She was in a laboratory.
Beakers, Bunsen burners and technical equipment lined the room. To her right was a
bald-headed man in a lab-coat with glasses. He held a clip-board.
   "You seem to be recovering from the effects of the parasitic life form.",
he said.
   Kate struggled, but could not release herself.
   "Katey Forester, 5'4", 125lbs., no allergies, no special medical conditions,
maximum lift 100lbs. in optimum conditions, small muscularity, perfect test subject.",
he read off her file.
   "Doc, just get me out of these damn straps!"
   "Just after a shot."
   The doctor went over to a table. he took a hypodermic needle and filled it
with a container marked 'Aroline Nitrate Sunasan 454'. He walked over to Katey, needle
and swab in hand. He swabbed Katey's arm and inserted the needle, just under the skin.
He then went over to a computer, and started to type on it.
   Ten minutes later, the doctor was still typing. Katey lay still as the chemical
worked through her blood stream. Then, some changes started. Katey heard the straps
beginning to stretch. She looked down to see what was occurring. Her arms and chest were
expanding. Katey could now feel her legs had lengthened and widened to. A cluster of
muscles rippled on her abdomen. Delts, lats and pecs increased in size.
   "Nooo!", she screamed, but the changes happened.
   The doctor laughed.
   Soon, the straps could take no more. They busted loose like a bat out of hell,
and Katey sat up. She looked at her body and let out a cry. The gown had torn and
covered-up little.
   The doctor turned to her, still laughing.
   "It worked! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
   He clasped his hands. Katey gave him a hurt look.
   "You...", she began, "You did this to me? Why!? Why!?"
   She emitted a howl of rage, and started to hit the doctor.
   "No...", he started, but a fist to the chin knocked him cold. He fell back.
   Katey ran around the room. She stopped, seeing another needle and bottle labeled
'Aroline Nitrate Sunasan 454'. She calmed down. She took the bottle and transferred its
contents to the hypodermic needle. She found a tote bag. She put the needle carefully
into this. She then went over to the computer. She removed the micro-floppy in the drive
and put it in the tote. She took a metal rod from a piece of scientific apparatus, and
smashed the computer. She smashed the mother-board and the hard-drive.
   "Hard Copy," Katey muttered to herself, and walked over to a filing cabinet.
She forced open the top drawer, and flipped through the file-folders. She pulled out a
file marked 'Aroline Nitrate Sunasan 454'. She put this in the bag.
   She then sat down, and viewed the contents of the bag. Along with what she just
put in was a towel, some shampoo, a hairbrush, a make-up kit and a bikini. She took out
the bikini, and gave it a doubtful glare.
   "Well," she said, "it's better than what I have on now! What a cruel twist of
Fate!"
   She donned the swimming piece and left the torn gown behind. She walked out into
the hall.
   The hospital was almost entirely empty. She paced down the hallway, and rounded a
corner. She stared, startled. On the floor was Dan's body, healed up, but unconscious. His
arm socket was bandaged. She knelt, and tried to wake him.
   "Kate," he said softly, "is that you?"
   "Yes, its me!", she replied.
   Dan's vision returned, and he looked at his girlfriend. He looked over her new
physique.
   "What happened?!", he asked, then added, "You look great!"
   "Well this mad scientist... ", she started, but said, "what did you say?!"
   "I said," he replied, "you look great!"
   "You're saying that out of pity!"
   "No, I mean it, Katey! I only really liked your face and your personality before,
but now you add a great bonus to the package deal. You're as powerful as me now!"
   He clasped her hand with his one hand and kissed her.
   "You can tell me how it happened, later!", Dan started, "Right now..."
   A roar erupted. Both Katey and Dan turned to see what it was. The thing had
returned.
   Its gaping jaw protruded. Its claws were retracted. It made a noise that hunters
make when closing in on the prey.
   Katey snapped up and moved towards the thing. Something inside of her new self
made her more confident, braver, bolder. Katey punched the thing, instinctively. The
thing grappled her. They were locked, arm to arm. Katey was losing strength, and the
thing knew it, as it smiled mockingly.
   "Dan," she shouted through clenched teach, "Get the needle from that tote bag
and stab this thing with it!"
   Dan had not been paying much attention up until this point. He was still
spellbound, admiring Katey's superior physique. He watched her bulging muscles flex as
she struggled.
   He snapped out of the phase and looked through the tote bag. He found the needle
and raced towards the thing, nearly losing balance. Katey was about to collapse from
exhaustion, when Dan struck the thing in the leg. The thing screamed, releasing its grip,
and fell over, backwards. it fell unconscious, and the skin began, slowly, to peel away.
   Katey sat down, panting.
   "Thanks, Dan!", she said, "You saved my life!"
   "We're even!"
   They held each other for many long minutes.
   The nurse regained consciousness after all the skin dissipated. Her uniform was
tattered from her huge, bulging muscles. She looked at her new body and saw the
difference.
   "Well," she said, laughing, "its better than being a monster!"
   The couple stood up, and smiled at the nurse.
   
   The thing's essence floated into an air vent. It traveled and came to a grate.
It flowed through and touched the body laying unconscious on the floor.
   The body changed into the thing.
   The thing selected a wall, and crashed through it. It fell down ten floors, got
up, and stalked into the darkness.

   The jeep pulled up to the tan-bricked house. The nurse got out.
   "Thanks for the ride!", she said.
   "Call us regularly!", replied Katey, who was at the wheel, "We need to keep in
touch!"
   "No problem!", said the nurse, "Here's my number. We'll probably have to go
shopping together at a big and tall clothes store, anyways!"
   They laughed, and the nurse handed over a slip of paper marked 'Claire DuPoint,
468-7485'. They exchanged good-byes, and the jeep pulled away as Claire walked to her
house, through the night.
   
   A couple of months later, Dan was sitting on a couch in his living room. He was
reading some information on his new arm. It had cost him a lot, but it was a first in
the field of bionics. An artificial circulatory system and heat production was its main
features. Artificial, realistic plastic skin covered it.
   Katey's head beckoned around the doorway. Her face was tanned, her hair was
permed and her neck was bare, save a tied bit of pink line.
   "Ready or not, handsome," she said seductively, "here I come!"
   Katey came through the doorway. Her buxom, muscular body was oiled and tanned.
She was wearing a neon pink posing suit. She showed off her muscles in various poses;
her biceps, triceps, delts, lats, pecs and the rest of her athletic body.
   "Come here!", he commanded.
   She walked over to him, sat down, and placed her arms around him. They embraced.
   "I've got something for you!", he said, as he reached down, beside the couch.
He pulled out a small, velvet-covered box. He opened it and took out a diamond-
clustered ring. He got on his knees, held her hand and put the ring on her finger.
   "Will you marry me, Katey?"
   "Yes!", Katey said, crying, "Yes, I will!"
   The two embraced.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[grandy]

Kiana's Appeal for Flexing
Author: Robert Adam Morrison
Subject: A fitness show host hides a great secret from her audience.
Send Comments/Story Ideas to: alpha_cent@hotmail.com


Author's Note: This is a parody: no harm is intended.
This story contains explicit sexual content, and, as such,
should not be viewed by minors.

Kiana's Appeal for Flexing
by Robert Adam Morrison

   `Come on, keep it going!' Kiana said as she stepped on
and off the step. Her tight and firm body was adorned only
by a two piece yellow sports suit. She beamed into the
camera lens.
   To either side of her a flunky kept in step: a muscular
and attractive girl on one side and a tall and brown-eyed
man to the other. Despite their seemingly greater
physiques, they both had difficulties keeping in step with
Kiana.
   After a minute more of stepping, with variations in
tempo, Kiana signalled for a stop.
   `That's it for this exercise.' She said. `Remember,
it's not about keeping up, it's about endurance.'
   `And, cut!' squaked the director. The crew began to
shuffle around, and the post-filming murmur began. Flunkies
 and gophers ran about.
   `Great bit, Kiana!' said the director as he walked up
to Kiana.
   `Stop it!' she replied. `You make it sound like we're
doing a comedy show.'
   `Ms. Richards!' a young woman said, stepping up to
Kiana. `Could you please sign my book! I'm a big fan!'
   `Of course.' Kiana said as she signed the small booklet
that was thrust at her.
   `When can we get filming the next exercise?' demanded
the director.
   `Later.' Kiana answered. `I have to relax first.'
   Kiana ran toward her trailer. She was about to reach
for the door handle, when she noticed the deep eyed black-
skinned gentleman standing beside the back of the trailer.
   He was about six and a half feet tall, with wide and
well-muscled limbs. He wore a white t-shirt and dockers.
His handsome face smiled wide as he gazed at Kiana.
   `Kiana Richards?' he asked with a baritone voice. `I'm
one of your biggest fans! My name is Donald Featherstone.'
   `Nice to meet you, Don!' Kiana smiled back. `What
brings you here? Not just to see me? We can always use some
talent.'
   `I'm just here to admire you.'
   `Huh! Wish I could always get that kind of flattery.
Care to come in?' Kiana pointed to her trailer.
   `Sure!'
   Kiana led Don into her trailer. It had a well-furnished
and comfortable interior, including a bed, couch and
kitchen. Kiana's pictures were hung on the walls, as well
as the odd photo of friends and family that were tacked up.
   Kiana sat down on a reclining chair, and motioned for
Don to do the same.
   `So, what do you do for a living, Don?' she asked.
   `I'm a computer graphics designer.' He replied, sitting
down. `I work for a small firm in Boulder. I came here to
admire you.'
   `Is that all you can think of?' Kiana queried.
`Admiring me? Can't blame you.'
   Kiana leant over to Don, and lay a hand across his
knee. She smiled perkily and gazed into his eyes.
   `What do you like about me the most?'
   `Your physique.' Don quipped. `Your tight and firm body
is very impressive. Also, your cheery composure.'
   `Ooh. You're good! I'm surprised you haven't been
snatched up already!'
   `The truth is,' Don fessed up, `I already am. My
girlfriend Beatrice doesn't know I'm here.'
   `You're going to great lengths. Got a picture of her?'
   Don pulled out his wallet and produced a small but
noticable snapshot of a black woman in her mid twenties,
standing on a stage. She was in a pink posing suit, giving
the photographer the full view of her bulging biceps. Her
body was highly muscled and ripped.
   `Nice.' Kiana noted. `She seems to be very strong.'
   `Yes. I guess that's what attracted me to her.'
   `Yet, you're still attracted to me.'
   Don turned and gazed at her.
   `Well... yes. I mean, you are so attractive. Yet,
you're not extremely muscled.'
   Kiana stood up, paced a few steps, and turned around to
face Don.
   `Want to see a surprise, Don?'
   `What do you mean?' Don asked.
   `I have a few secrets; things that you don't see on
screen. I think I'll show you. I need to stretch and relax
anyway.'
   Kiana walked over to a door. She opened it, revealing a
bathroom.
   `Excuse me a minute.' She said, and then stepped in,
closing the door behind her.
   Don heard sound of grunting and straining come from
within the bathroom. He heard Kiana curse, and there was a
sound like ripping fabric in the air. This sound was
repeated, until, after half a minute, it stopped.
   The door to the bathroom swung open.
   `Prepare yourself for the show of your life, Don!'
Kiana cooed in a sultry voice. Don stared towards the door.
   Kiana stepped out of the bathroom. However, she now
appeared radically different. Instead of the firm and
athletic Kiana was a broad and buxom Kiana.
   Kiana's arms were wide and deeply muscled. Her bicep
and tricep muscles were large and balanced. Her shoulders
were round and strong. Her shoulders were supportive and
seemed like a suspension bridge. Her abdomen area was
ridged with muscles that perked out. Her hips were strong.
Cords of muscles ran down her legs. Her quads seemed like
the trunk of a tree. Her calves were large and perfectly
shaped.
   Kiana was dressed only in a red two-piece bathing suit.
The suit did little to hide her flesh, only managing to
cover the sensitive female areas. Her face had not changed
one bit, and was still giving her characteristic smile.
   Don was absolutely awe-struct as he stared at Kiana's
magnificent frame. Kiana giggled as she saw his glazed
face.
   `Care to see me flex?' she asked. Don managed to move
his head up and down a little.
   Kiana did a side pose, showing off her enourmous arm
muscles. Her bicep and tricep billowed out. Her legs
enlarged slightly as she bent her knees. Her quads and
calves flexed.
   Kiana turned, showing her back to Don. She let her back
flex to its fullest, making a triangle of strength and
muscle. She pulled one leg back, bending it and showing off
the movement of her calf and hamstring.
   She turned around and did a front double bicep pose.
Kiana's biceps peaked up. She strained the to their fullest,
causing them to slowly rise up. She shifted her arms, and
let her abdomen muscles take the stage. She crunched down on
them, causing them to fully appear.
   `So how's that?' Kiana asked.
   `Amazing!' Don managed to say.
   Kiana walked up to Don. Her huge muscles moved and
flexed with each step. Her hips swivelled and her thick arms
swung back and forth.
   `How...' Don started.
   `I hide it with a special body wrap.' Kiana replied.
`After all those exercises, year after year, never stopping,
you and the public expected me to have the same physique!
I've been hiding this body.'
   `You are the most muscled and beautiful woman I have
ever seen!'
   Kiana smiled and knelt one knee on the arm rest of the
chair Don was sitting in. She moved one hand up to his chest
area.
   `What about Beatrice?' Kiana asked.
   `Who?' Don laughed.
   Kiana smirked, and clentched at the material of Don's
t-shirt. She pulled down, ripping the shirt from his
muscular torso. She let her left hand trace up Don's arm,
massaging it. She bent down and kissed him.
   Don reached out and began to massage and feel Kiana's
body. His hands squeezed and felt the firmness of her great
arms. His hands passed across her strong and warm back. He
spent much time feeling her tightly muscled buttox. Kiana
obligionaly flexed each body part as Don reach for it.
   Kiana spent equal time feeling and massaging Don's
body. The pair began to admire each other's features, and
they noted their increasing passion. Don began to run his
tongue across Kiana's neck and shoulders while Kiana slowly
removed his pants.
   Don undid the knot of the string of Kiana's bikini at
the base of her neck, and as he let the strings go he let
his hands glide down. Don stroked Kiana's now exposed
breasts. He pushed and pulled at her orbs as Kiana gasped
out with pleasure. He reached to her back, apprechiating its
strength. He undid the other knot, letting the bikini top
fully drop.
   Kiana reached down and let her hand rub itself up and
down Don's member within his shorts. Don shuddered with
electric pleasure. Kiana then held out her breats with her
strong hands. She offered her firm orbs to Don, and he
obliged by sucked at the. Kiana gasped out as he suckled.
   Kiana removed the bottom piece of her suit and Don
removed his underwear. Walked away to the bathroom, leaving
Don starting at her tight buttox, which moved erotically as
she walked. She reached over to a drawer in the bathroom,
and pulled something out: a small square packet. She tore
open the packet and threw the scraps to the ground. She
walked up to Don.
   Don offered his penis out, and Kiana slid the condom
she had been holding onto his long and thick member. Kiana
then repositioned herself, letting her pelivs hover over
his. The pair embraced passionately, letting their tongues
entwine.
   Kiana forced Don's penis into her vagina. She cried out
slightly, in pleasure and Don grunted. Kiana let her inner
muscles clasp onto Don's member. Don began to gyrate his
pelvis, causing his penis to slide up and down inside Kiana.
   Kiana grunted as Don's penis grew and moved more
rapidly. Don felt the full force of Kiana's vaginal muscles
on his penis. His passion was rising higher and higher.
   `Come on, Don!' Kiana cried out. `Come! Come!'
   `I can't!' grunted Don.
   `Let me help you.' Kiana said. She arched her arms up
and around, finishing in a front double-bicep pose. Her
peaked biceps caught Don's eyes, as well as her firm and
strong breasts. He was unable to hold back, and he came.
   Kiana cried out as she felt the pressure, the condom
unable to keep the pleasure away. She also came, spewing
juices out from her vagina. Kiana collapsing onto Don, who
happily hugged her.

   The programme took a change soon after that. No longer
did Kiana wear the body constrictions, letting her muscular
body be seen on the television. The ratings of the program
strangely rose dramatically, causing a new sensation in
North America. Kiana was offered movie deals by the
boatload, and became a major sex symbol. Kiana Richards was
at the top of all the top ten sexiest women lists.
   Don married Beatrice, but never forgot his encounter
with Kiana.

[grandy]

Kalsis' Potion of Strength
by Robert Adam Morrison
A magical strength potion is gained by an adventuring party, but its
effects are unpredictable
Send Comments & Story Ideas to alphac@orc.ca
WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

Kalsis' Potion of Strength

   The two sides stood, opposing one another. The goblins lurched, axes
and maces in hand, spittle coming from their gaping mouths. The adventuring
party leaned back, weapons and magic ready for the coming attack. Each side
was numbered four members, standing in the stone cave.
   The goblins were grey-skinned ugly humanoids with protruding fangs and
globular eyes. They wore ratty leather jacks that reached over their pevli.
Two had notched and rusty axes, the other two had ugly maces with spike-lined
heads. The goblins had fur-covered shoulders and knees.
   The four adventurers, unlike the goblins, were each different and
individual.
   The first adventurer was a male warrior. He wore a suit of iron half-
plate mail that covered his shoulders and torso. A belt held sheaths for
weapons. He held a wide-bladed sword of fine quality in his right hand, and
a simple iron shield in his left hand. Leather boots reached his knees. His
handsome face shone out with anguish. His short brown hair was ragged and
uncombed.
   The second adventurer was a female clad in long purple robes. Runes
covered its length. A belt round her waist held small pouches which held
dusts and herbs necessary for the casting of spells. Her nimble left hand
already held a few pinches of ruby dust, her right hand pointed forward, the
index finger extended, all aglow with a green aurora. Her beautiful face
was hid within the hood of her robe, but her red lips were seen moving
softly, muttering the words of a spell.
   The third adventurer was a male wearing a suit of fine steel chain
mail. A white tunic was imprinted with the holy symbol of Ferror, goddess
of justice and might. He was a normal-looking man who carried a large,
iron-shod staff. He rotated his staff slowly and methodologically. His black
hair was long and tied into a pony-tail, swinging slightly behind his back.
   The final adventurer was a female clad in a leather jerkin. Large
leather boots reached her thighs. She carried a single pointed sword in her
hands which she kept at a good distance from her. Her long black hair was
straight, and tended to obstruct her vision. She wore a simple bandanna
around her brow. A leather belt at her waist carried a number of small
knives, balanced for throwing. A strange pouch held a number of small,
delicate instruments, most probably intended for the manipulation of locks.
   And so the two sides stood ready for one another, anticipating the
first move.
   The warrior darted forward with an overhead strike against the
largest of the axe-carrying goblins. The blade was lowered fast and the
goblin was unable to evade the sword's bite. Blood splashed aside as the
sword dug deep into the shoulder of the goblin. The goblin lurched to one
knee and screamed loudly. The holler echoed out of the cavern.
   The other axe-goblin charged forward towards the warrior. The
warrior stepped quickly to one side, allowing the goblin to pass. Unable
to stop, the goblin continued forward, into the area of the priest. The
priest gripped his staff with both hands and lanced it forward, into the
chin of the goblin. There was a snap, and the goblin fell to the ground.
Spinning the staff, the priest rounded his weapon over his head and swung
it to the ground, crushing the skull of the prone goblin. Blood seeped
across the stone floor.
   Before the two mace-wielding goblins could act, the robed woman
completed the motions of her spell, and pointed towards the left goblin.
A bolt of green energy leapt from her hand and impacted into the chest of
the indicated goblin. A sound of thunder echoed through the chamber, and
the goblin grunted loudly as it flew into the back wall. Its eyes closed.
   The small female thief cried an incomprehensible battle cry, and
leapt forwards to the last goblin. The goblin dodged aside from the clumsy
sword strike, and began to swing its mace. Air rushed as the mace head
swung to the temple of the girl. The mace-head nicked her forehead, and
she slumped to the ground with a moan.
   The goblin chuckled and lifted his mace over his head, ready to
finish the conflict. Something stopped his attempt. He tried to pull the
mace down. Again, it resisted. He turned around, and his eyes bugged-out
as he met the warrior, face-to-face. The warrior let go of the haft of
the goblin's mace, and shoved his broadsword through the belly of the
goblin. The goblin's eyes rolled upwards, and it collapsed to the ground.
   The warrior swore under his breath. He wiped his blade off with a
small rag, and sheathed it in his left scabbard. He knelt beside the
unconscious girl.
   'Neme, are you okay?' he asked.
   'Huh?' the girl's eyes fluttered open, and she moaned as she sat
up. 'Kardan, is that you? Whu-what happened?'
   'Neme, sit still and don't overexert yourself.' Kardan said. He
turned to the other two adventurers. 'Hemral, can you heal her?'
   The priest shook his head.
   'My goddess does not grant be the boon of the healing arts.'
Hemral said.
   'What good is a cleric who cannot heal?' bitterly asked the mage.
   'What good is a wizardress who cannot identify artifacts?' retorted
Hemral.
   'Hemral, Raddi, stop it!' exclaimed Kardan. 'Neme needs healing!
Let's search the goblins and see if they had any healing draughts!'
   The three stood up and searched the goblin corpses, as Neme tried
to brush the cobwebs out of the inside of her head. Packs and pouches
were opened and scattered over the floor. Many coins of copper and
rusty eating utensils were found, but no potions. They searched for
five minutes, until Hemral the priest finally cried out with joy.
   'I've found a vial!'
   The three gathered together, and Hemral produced the small vial
of blue liquid. It shone azure blue in the lantern light. The vial was
three inches long, conical in shape. The vial was stoppered by a steel
rod, half an inch long.
   'A healing potion.' exclaimed Hemral. 'It has to be, just by the
colouring alone!'
   'Do not be so sure, Hemral.' muttered Raddi. 'These were goblins,
and as we all know, such creatures of evil are apt to carry poisons.'
   'You speak true, elf!' said Kardan. 'And even if it was a potion
of healing of goblin-make, it might be poisonous to us.'
   'Damnation to that!' cried Neme. She quickly got to her feet, and
raced over to the group. 'I'm going to die unless I get some healing! I'm
willing to take the chance. Now stop yammering and give me that dope!'
   She reached over and snatched away the vial. She turned around
quickly and pulled off the vial's stopper.
   'Neme!' shouted Kardan. 'Stop!'
   Neme pulled back her head as she downed the blue liquid. The
elixir traveled down her throat. Kardan, Hemral and Raddi stood quietly
as they awaited the effects of the elixir. Neme just stood plainly. She
checked her temple, then scratched her arm.
   'Nothing.' she said.
   'In future,' Kargan began a lecture, 'before chugging down
unknown potions, make sure you know what...'
   'Hey!' Neme protested. 'There's no other way. Sometimes you just
gotta take the chance!'
   'I wonder what the potion really does?' pondered Raddi.
   'Probably allows the breathing of water.' muttered Hemral as he
hung his mace on his belt.
   The adventurers packed away their weapons and equipment, and
prepared to exit the cave.

   A dark figure sat in a large ornate ebony chair. His withering
hands stood out in the light. The hands tapped their fingers on the
solid marble table. The table stood in the middle of a large and
hollow hall. Multiple chandeliers dimly lit the hall. Trophies of
beasts and monsters lined the walls. A large fire place was lit
with a blazing fire that wafted hot air around the chamber.
   A large set of double doors suddenly swung open. Standing in
the doorway was a large man, tall and strong. He wore plate armour
of red and green. His helmet was shaped like the head of a dragon.
Spikes and serrated edges lined the armour. The man seemed more like
an engine of destruction than a human being.
   The man paced across the marble floor of the room, making a
strange, hollow noise as metal rapped against smooth stone. The man
walked up to the dark figure in the black chair. The blacken figure's
tapping did not cease.
   The armoured figure removed his helm, revealing the head of
a middle-aged and scarred warrior. His fair hair was long and thin.
A scar was etched across his left eye, leaving it partially closed.
Numerous tiny scars were etched across other areas of his face.
   'Your report, Alrak.' the dark figure ordered in a raspy
voice.
   'Your eminence,' Alrak exclaimed in a booming voice, 'your
borders have been extended by two days of an army march. The land
of Cordoban will soon be completely claimed by your divine right!'
   'Excellent.' said the dark ruler. 'As my borders increase,
my power rises. Soon, no land will be able to withstand my army.
You will ever be rewarded for thy skill as my general, Alrak.'
   'I seek only to serve, my Emperor.' Alrak boomed.
   A soft bang filled the air as a small cloud of purple smoke
appeared on the opposite side of the table. The smoke cleared
away, leaving a female figure dressed in a revealing costume.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with long and dark raven hair
and deep rose lips. She had an extremely serious expression on
her face.
   'Emperor.' she whispered.
   'Ah, Caltha.' the Emperor said. 'What brings you to my
presence?'
   'There has been a serious change of events.'
   'WHAT!?' yelled the Emperor with unseeming strength of
voice. He slammed his delicate fist down on the table. With
unseen strength, the table shuddered.
   'The potion of Kalsis has been captured.'
   'No!' gasped Alrak.
   'How can this be?' roared the Emperor.
   'The goblin agents who were transporting the potion
through the underground were killed by a party of adventurers.'
   'Then can the potion be retrieved?' asked Alrak.
   'No,' replied Caltha, 'it was mistaken for a healing
draught, and was consumed.'
   'WHAT?!' roared the Emperor.
   'A thief named Neme consumed it. She soon will feel its
effects.'
   'I never understood what the potion did.' stated Alrak.
   'I grants the strength to challenge an army!' bellowed
the Emperor. 'It was to be the final factor in my victory!'
   'That is gone.' said Caltha. 'The party will oppose you,
Emperor, no matter what you offer.'
   'Kill them!' the Emperor roared. 'Teleport there and
finish them before the strength can be reaped!'
   'I cannot.' muttered Caltha. 'You know the rules of
the High Magi, Emperor. I may give you information, and
defend your realm, but I may not act as an agent for you.'
   'LEAVE ME!'
   Caltha disappeared into a conjured cloud of purple smoke.
   'Alrak!' bellowed the Emperor. 'Send my agents through
the underground! Root out these adventurers! Slay that girl
who would oppose me!'
   'Your eminence.' said Alrak, as he slowly backed out of
the room. He closed the doors, leaving the Emperor in the
empty room, fuming and thinking.

   The sun was setting across the top of the treeline.
The small party was finishing their final preparations of
camp. Hemral was stirring a pot of stew over a fire. Raddi
was crawling by the side of the campsite, searching for
herbs. Kardan was chopping wood with a small hatchet. He
already had a small pile of firewood.
   Neme sat on a log at the side of the fire ring. She
rubbed at her temple, wincing slightly. She ran her whetstone
across her short sword, working out the nicks of the blade.
   'Can't I do anything to help?' she asked.
   'Just sit and relax.' replied Hemral. 'You shouldn't
try to do anything with that wound.'
   Raddi walked over and sat near to Neme. She removed her
hood, revealing her full elven beauty. Her small pointed ears
accentuated her beautiful face. Her almond shaped eyes were
topaz and deep. Her long blond hair fluttered in the slight
breeze.
   'We will find a healer at the next inn.' Raddi stated.
   Neme pouted. Kardan finished his axe strikes, and
walked over with a pile of firewood in his arms. He set it
down by the fire ring. Hemral pulled out four bowls from his
backpack, and filled each one in turn with the beefy stew
from the steaming pot. He gave a bowl to each party member.
   The party began to eat the tasteless, yet filling
concoction. Kardan ate quickly and without manners. Neme
picked, but ate her fill. Hemral ate slowly and
methodologically. Raddi took each spoonful slowly and
unpleasantly. Hemral frowned.
   'You elves don't like meat?' he asked.
   'Nonsense. We just don't eat bovines.'
   'Deer.' stated Kardan. 'Deer, elks and moose. That is
the only meats that are accepted by elves.'
   'How would you know?' asked Neme.
   'From my lorebooks.' Kardan replied.
   'Bull!' Neme retorted.
   'He is right.' said Raddi.
   The conversation died, and the party finished their
meal in silence but for the sounds of the forest.
   After finishing the meal, Hemral and Raddi stood up.
   'I must find a stone of suitable size,' stated Hemral,
'that I might pray to my goddess.'
   'And I must find certain flowers that only blossom in
the night' said Raddi.
   'Leaving us for guard duty.' said Neme.
   'Me for guard duty,' claimed Kardan, 'and you for
healing.'
   Neme frowned and pouted. Hemral started pacing towards
the north and Raddi headed for the east, both entering into
the forest.
   Kardan took out his sword and whetstone, and began to
run it across the edge of the blade. Neme neared to him.
   'Hey, handsome,' she cooed, 'both the wet blankets
are gone. How about a little fun?'
   'Sorry, I'm out of gold pieces and I need my share of
the copper we got from the goblins.'
   'Come on. I only stole from you that one time.'
   'Oh, all right. But don't tell Manzi!'
   'Why do you need that dirty country gal for, when
you've got me by your side, every adventure!'
   'Manzi is my betrothed. She's a good old-fashioned
country girl who will aid my on my farm, once I have
enough gold to build it!'
   'You could be the greatest warrior, getting a good
monthly wage of gold from the King! Why do you want a
dirty old farm for.'
   'You'll never understand, Neme. You'll never
understand.'
   Kardan removed his armour. He unbuckled his weapon
belt and took off his shirt. Neme clicked her tongue, and
unstrung her leather tunic. The pair undressed to their
skivvies, and entered into one of the tents that had been
set up.
   Neme looked up and down Kardan's body. Toned and
bronzed muscles lined his body. Neme's blood boiled as she
looked at his long and strong limbs. Her pulse further sped
up as she saw the large bulge in Kardan's shorts.
   Kardan, at the same time, was looking over Neme. He looked
over her soft and smooth body, her nimble fingers and her delicate
toes. Her soft and round breasts caused his member to move as he
noted them, even under her brassiere.
   But she was too soft for him. He was used to a firmer and
rougher female. Manzi was a hardy girl, with long arms and strong
limbs. Her skin was bronzed from hours of farm chores.
   The two embraced passionately, although Kardan was only half
into the effort. He had feelings towards Neme, but he still thought
of Manzi. Neme felt the kiss, and was driven by passion.
   A shudder came over Neme. She felt a certain erotic pleasure
as it rippled down her body. She held herself and cooed softly.
   Kardan backed away and stared strangely at Neme as she seemed
consumed by some inner-passion. Neme seemed to be elsewhere as she
massaged herself.
   Suddenly, there was a sound of rippling flesh, as Neme's arms
began to grow. Her arm muscles became large and well-formed. Her
deltoid muscles peaked and Neme exhaled a shout of pleasure.
   The wave of growth continued, as Neme's legs became intertwined
lengths of muscle cord. Her calves billowed out and ripped. Her
quadriceps ballooned into pods of muscle.
   Neme's abdomen expanded and slowly developed ridges of muscles.
Her stomach was a board of strength. Her shoulders became wings of
strength. Her back became a support of strength.
   The process was complete, and Neme stood up in the tent. She
had grown to at least six feet, and she probably weighed two hundred
pounds. She was a goddess and amazon of strength.
   Kardan gaped and gazed, mouth completely open. He was unable to
respond to the situation he was in. The only part of his body
reacting was his member, which had grown to a impressive size,
stretching his shorts to the seams.
   Neme had felt the ultimate in pleasure, but she was still hungry.
She reached over to Kardan, and grasped him by the shoulders. She
ripped off his shorts and beheld his long and thick penis. She held his
member, and began to stroke it with her strong and capable hands, still
nimble from thieving experience.
    Kardan began to moan with pleasure. Neme bent down and began to
suck Kardan's male organ. He ejaculated and she ingested his cum. The
stream of his orgasm continued, and she was all to glad to receive the
product.
   She then sat up and forced Kardan's member into her body. She
shuddered with ecstasy as he pumped at her. She also reacted and moved,
caused him to continue to climax. Neme felt feeling after feeling. She
screamed in great pleasure as Kardan continued to have sex with her.
   The sun finally set, but the two would not stop their ritual of
orgasms.
   A small group of gnolls neared the campsite, alerted by the
screaming of the pair. The humanoid jackals combined the worst
qualities of humans and jackals. They carried sharp, pointed weapons of
various types and wore smelly, ill-fitting clothes. They hungered for
human-flesh.
   They paced with inhuman silence towards the tent of the lovers.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[grandy]

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
Send Comments & Story Ideas to alphac@orc.ca
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.

[grandy]

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part III
by Robert Adam Morrison
Kardan's adventuring party continues to become awed at the effects of the
magical strength potion.
Send Comments & Story Ideas to alphac@orc.ca
WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part III

   The scantly-clad sorceress sat at the middle of the large, ebony table.
Her long black hair hung over her shoulders. She was deep in concentration;
her heavily lashed eyes fluttered with the trance. She moved her lips slowly
and slightly, chanting a mantra under her breath. Her hands were cupped into
each other.
   Her name was Caltha, and she was the magical agent of the Emperor. She
was a servant of evil, but not glad to be. When she began her magical training,
she had become enticed by an evil wizard who promised her the power of the
universe. Her weak heart was captured by the evil one and she became
controlled by the evil of the universe.
   Caltha's meditation session was nearly over, and she started to move her
arms about. Her eyes fluttered open and she slowly gained awareness of her
surroundings once again. She moved her hands into the air in front of her and
made a swirling motion.
   Purple strands began to follow Caltha's fingertips as she continued to
gesture in a pattern of some kind. The strands bonded to one another, and
became a sphere. Caltha ceased her gesturing, and allowed the sphere to
densify and become solid. The sphere became a violet-glassed orb, hovering in
mid-air in front of Caltha. She moved forward, and peered into it.
   A white, blurred image formed in the sphere. It swirled and started
to focus. The white was joined by two pinkish ovals. Caltha turned her left
hand slightly, and the image became even more focused. Laying on a bed in a
small room were two figures: a man and a woman. The man was muscular and
handsome. The woman was beautiful and even more muscular. Both figures were
naked and staring at the ceiling of the room.
   Caltha blushed slightly. She gestured some more with her hands, and
sound poured out of the orb.
   'How much sleep did we actually get?' asked the man.
   'Not much.' yawned the woman. 'But, what a time we had, Kardan!'
   Kardan smiled and reached over to the woman, but she batted his hand
away.
   'No.' she said. 'Not if we're ever to get up!'
   'You're right, Neme.' The man arose, and walked over to a pile of
clothes and armour. He started to put on the clothing.
   'Neme,' Kardan asked, 'do you ever wonder what else the potion had
done to you?'
   'Not really. I mean, if you're asking about how much love-making we've
been doing, I only have one answer: I've always been really horny, and
you've finally just opened up...'
   'No, I mean, can you do anything else?'
   'Not that I can think of. I couldn't drink that bitch Cordina under
the table! She must have been some experienced vet to do that! How was she,
anyway?'
   'Not nearly as good as you. She rushed it.'
   'A woman rushing it?' Neme was taken aback. 'Huh! Who'd have thunk it?'
   Caltha blushed further with all the talk of love-making. But she kept
attentive, with the talk of change and potions.
   'Change of subject,' said Neme, 'with all the silver we got from the
gnolls, the side-wagers that we profited from, and the copper from the
goblins...'
   Caltha's heart raced. The mention of goblins even furthered her
suspicions.
   'We have enough to get a writ to hire ourselves out as mercenaries!'
   'We'll have to leave Yarkan and travel to the capital to get that
paperwork.' replied Kardan.
   Caltha chuckled. She had them! She had them! These were the
adventurers that the Emperor seeked. Caltha had managed to retrace their
whereabouts.
   Caltha ran out of her laboratory and cast a spell of teleportation.

   The Emperor sipped the grey soup from his spoon. His wrinkled grey
face was ripped with age, making for a disgusting picture. His black
robes were plain and slightly worn. He flinched as he swallowed the soup,
unable to contain his displeasure.
   'Retched brew!' he cried out with a unseeming strength. 'Why am I
continually served it?'
   The Emperor was sitting in his large ebony wood chair in his dining
hall of the Imperial Palace. He sat alone, with only the suits of armour
to keep him company. A small bowl containing the awful gruel lay before
him.
   Suddenly there was a small 'poof', and a cloud of purple smoke
appeared. Within the cloud materialized a female figure: it was Caltha.
   'Your eminence!' she proclaimed. 'I have located the four!'
   'Oh?' queried the Emperor. 'Are you sure?'
   'I am certain, your magnificence! They are in the trade city of
Yarkan. The girl Neme has imbibed the potion: it is painfully obvious.
They are planning to become mercenaries.'
   'Excellent work, Caltha. We must move at once. That fool Kalsis'
potion could have effects unthought of! Caltha, go to Yarkan, and order
my forces there to attack the adventurers. They are to be captured.
Under no circumstances should the girl Neme be killed!'
   'That may be difficult, your greatness. She has transformed and
gained inhuman strength.'
   'No matter. My crack soldiers will know what to do! Go at once!'
   'Your eminence.' Caltha bowed as the teleported away.

   Kardan and Neme descended the stairs to the common room of the
tavern. They were both fully clothed and armoured. Kardan was wearing
his half-plate armour, and had his sword and dagger at his sides. Neme
wore a refitted jacket of leather, and had a small sword slung at her
side.
   The common room was nearly empty, with only a few regulars in
attendance. One figure did seem out of place: Raddi, an elf wizardress
and companion of Kardan and Neme. She sat at one table, nibbling at a
plate of scrambled eggs. She was skimming the pages of an old and
tattered book that was written in some strange iconical language.
   Kardan and Neme each took a seat at Raddi's table and ordered a
large breakfast. Raddi smiled and greeted them.
   'So, even the charm of the warrior Cordina could not sever a
pairing such as the two of you.' she stated.
   The pair blushed, and were flustered for a response.
   'We...,' started Neme. Kardan reached over to her hand and
grasped it in his own.
   'We are in love.' he declared. The pair stared into each other's
eyes.
   'So where is Hemral?' asked Neme. 'He knows that we were planning
to move out in a day or two.'
   'He...' Raddi looked down and sighed, 'he has decided not to
continue to travel with us. He says that your permissiveness has caused
him much discomfort.'
   'What!' Kardan shouted out. He got up and clenched his fists.
   'Relax, Kardan!' said Neme.
   'He has broken our party bonds!' Kardan said through clenched
teeth. 'This is great misfortune.'
   'He has his share of the treasure,' continued Raddi, 'and wants
no part of the 'ill-founded' booty of last night. At least, that's what
he said.'
   Kardan slammed his fist hard down onto the table-top.
   'One member short.' he exclaimed. 'Hemral was a great stave-master
and his spells helped us through some tight situations. What are we to
do now?'
   'Well, we could go to the capital,' said Neme, 'and try to recruit
another priest, and maybe an extra warrior.'
   'Or, we could follow-up on a lead.' said the elf.
   'Huh?' queried Kardan.
   Raddi reached into the interior, hidden pockets of her robes and
pulled out a small, three-inch glass vial that once contained a blue
potion. It was the very vial that Neme drunk out of that caused her
amazing transformation.
   'Hey!' exclaimed Neme. 'I recognize that. That's my favourite
piece of glasswork on this plane.'
   'So it's the vial that once contained the potion,' snorted Kardan,
'what's so important about it?'
   'Well, I was inspecting it last night. Now, as you know, some
writing can only be read by moonlight. However, a little known style
of writing used by human and elf wizards known as star-writing.
   'Star-writing is writing that is etched onto objects that can only
be read by the light of stars. The vial I hold has some star-writing,
more specifically writing that can only be read by the Western Star.
I held it up, and by chance the light of the Western Star shone through.'
   'What was written?' asked Kardan, who was getting interested.
   'It read:
   "This contains the potion of strength and fortitude. The imbiber
will gain great physical strength and muscularity on a permanent basis.
This potion was created with great skill by the wondrous magician and
alchemist, Kalsis of Ekkeden Hills."'
   'Why do these 'great-magicians' have huge egos?' asked Neme with
contempt.
   'It comes with the territory:' said Kardan, 'either you talk big
or your competition gains up and deals with you.'
   'Well,' said Raddi, 'with the independents it goes that way. The
council of wizards in the Elven Woods doesn't deal in that kind of
business.'
   'Can we get to this magician?' asked Neme. 'I mean, just so we
can inform him about his potion.'
   'You aren't considering...' stuttered Kardan.
   'No way am I changing back!' exclaimed Neme. 'I just want to
know why he created such a potion, and to see if he can create other
great items of power.'
   'Hey, there's a little left.' said Kardan, pointing to the vial.
   Indeed, Kardan spoke true, as there was a small, slick trail of
light blue liquid on the sides of the vial. There was also a small pool
of the elixir on the bottom of the vial.
   Raddi's eyes opened wide. Before anyone could react she smiled
and thrust the vial up to her open mouth. Raddi used her long and thin
tongue to lap up the remaining drops of the potion.
   Neme and Kardan sat stunned. Their eyes were bugged out.
   'Ra-a-ad-d-i...' stuttered Kardan in a squeaky voice.
   Raddi felt a pleasurable sensation coarse through her body. She
smiled and held herself. There was a slight stretching noise as Raddi's
body started to stir. She thrust off her cloak and hood, and threw off
her robes, leaving Raddi in her undershirt and shorts.
   Her arms and legs started to expand slightly. Raddi's originally
small and slim elven frame began to gain muscle. Her forearms expanded,
and her bi and triceps billowed out. Her abdomen became hard and slightly
ridged with stomach muscles. Raddi's quad muscles grew, and her calf
muscles grew out. Her entire muscle structure became defined and cut.
   At the end of her transformation, Raddi was no where near Neme's
level of muscularity and strength, but was noticeably more muscular than
the average human woman. The few eyes in the bar turned to stare at her,
but Raddi did not care. She flexed and played with her new muscles.
   'Raddi,' asked Karden, 'are you okay?'
   'Never better.' Raddi put plainly. 'I feel great! This new
strength is always what I've wanted.'
   'Huh?' asked Neme.
   'Ever since I was a small Elfling, I wanted to be a member of the
exclusive warrior-wizards. They are a band of elven and human wizards
who are equally adept with magic and fighting. I trained and studied
and practiced all my youth to be a member.
   'When I had reached the age of adulthood, I was the best at the
wizard arts in my classes. However, despite all my efforts, I could not
gain the strength and health necessary to become qualified to join the
warrior-wizards. I managed to gain an apprenticeship with my master,
Norkono, but I have always hated the fact that because of my frailty I
was never able to join the warrior-wizards.'
   'And now you have the strength.' stated Neme. Raddi beamed.
   'Um, shouldn't you get some clothes on?' asked Kardan.
   Raddi blushed, and gathered up her robes and put them back on.
   'So,' Kardan tried to regain his composure, 'continuing with the
earlier point, how are we to track down this Kalsis?'
   'Well,' Raddi started, 'I was at the library this morning, and
managed to locate a book which contained a brief passage on Kalsis.
Apparently the Ekkeden Hills are southeast of the Elven Woods. If we
traveled east to the Elven Woods, I imagine we could get a tracker
skilled enough to find Kalsis' domain.'
   'We now have enough money to do it.' Neme stated. 'What do you
say, Kardan?'
   Kardan clenched his fist and brought it up.
   'Let's do it!'
   'THERE THEY ARE!' came a man's enormous bellow. 'GET THEM!'
   The doors to the tavern crashed open, and a small troop of
soldiers ran through. They wore dark iron armour sculpted with the
faces of monsters. The iron armour covered all areas of their bodies.
The soldiers wore iron helmets that covered all but their faces. The
soldiers carried broad swords of steel.
   The leading soldier who bellowed the order was at the head of
the unit. He had a cloak of red that reached his knees. Kardan knew
that this meant he was a Captain.
   'Imperial soldiers.' Kardan swore. 'Raddi! Neme! Escape!'
   The adventurers gathered up their things, and started to back
away. The Captain pointed to them.
   'Two scorpions to foe. Strike!' He shouted out.
   Immediately, six soldiers rushed forward, and split up into
three groups of two. Each group charged against each adventurer.
   Kardan pulled out his broad sword and prepared for the melee.
Neme unsheathed her short sword, and, surprisingly, Raddi took out a
long and slim blade from the folds of her robes.
   Kardan stabbed forward with his blade, but it ran across the
iron plate armour of the soldier. The soldier came back with a sword
slash. Kardan ducked low, letting the swing fly over. The other soldier
ran forward with a sword strike, but Kardan side-stepped the blade.
Kardan immediately made an overhead strike with his blade. The edge
of the blade sunk into the back of the soldier's neck, sending a small
spurt of blood into the air. The soldier collapsed.
   Neme let one of the soldiers approach, and immediately reached
out and grabbed him. She started to bearhug him. He groaned with pain,
and his armour began to rent and tear around Neme's enormous arms.
Neme let the muscles of her arms flex with the effort, causing the
other soldier to hesitate. Neme let the soldier go, and he fell to the
ground, unconscious.
   Raddi darted forward with her elven blade. The sword sliced
through the iron armour of the soldier like paper, and the soldier
grunted with great pain, and fell to the ground. Before the other
soldier could react, Raddi darted forward again. Her blade sliced
through the soldier's armour, and he too collapsed onto the ground.
   'Raddi' yelled Kardan as he sparred with a soldier, 'I
appreciate your fighting skill and your testing of your new strength,
but we need your magic to escape!'
   'Oops.' Raddi muttered. 'Sorry, got caught up in the melee.'
   Raddi wove her hands into a pattern in the air and began to
chant arcane words. She thrust both hands forward, and an incredible,
invisible force energy pushed through the entrance. The captain was
thrown back, and the walls of the inn near the doorway showed signs
of strain. Raddi had created an invisible force wall.
   The adventurers turned around and headed for the kitchen. The
two remaining soldiers gave chase. Raddi and Neme ran through the
kitchen door, while Kardan turned around and faced the two soldiers.
He entered into a rotating and circular pattern with his sword.
   The soldiers started their attack, thrusting their blades forward.
Their thrusts were cut short, as Kardan's swirling pattern parrying the
blades aside. The broadsword of spinning doom cut into the necks of
both soldiers, and they plunged to the ground, screaming in death.
Kardan turned and followed Neme and Raddi.
   The adventurers charged through the kitchen and ran into the
storeroom. They ran past barrels, crates and sacks, and got to the end
of the room. There was a large set of double-doors, locked and barred.
   Neme checked the lock, but shook her head.
   'I can't open this! It's rusted.' Neme said.
   'Snap it open.' Kardan shouted.
   'Huh?'
   'Use your hands!'
   Neme look at the lock, and began to psych herself up. She
grasped the lock, and began to try to tear it apart. Her arms ballooned
out as she strained. Her triceps flexed to a great point. Her arms were
fully tensed. Finally, with a great straining noise, the lock split
apart, two pieces flying into the air. Neme let out a great breath, and
slumped from exhaustion.
   Kardan and Raddi rushed forward. Raddi comforted Neme, while Kardan
lifted the bar from the door. He threw it across the room. Neme shook
Raddi away.
   'I'm okay.' Neme said. 'The effort was just too much.'
   Kardan opened the doors, and the adventurers continued their escape.
They ran to the stables. Raddi cast a spell, and pointed to three horses.
The three adventurers saddled the horses and began to mount them.
   'Why did you cast a spell?' asked Kardan.
   'It was a spell of calming.' said Raddi. 'The horses wouldn't have
accepted us as riders, elsewise.'
   'Let's get going!' exclaimed Neme.
   'To the bridge!' said Kardan.
   The horses and riders charged off to the east, towards the bridge
of Yarkan, full knowing that they would be followed.

TO BE CONTINUED

EXTRA!: The section for roleplayers.

NEME:
AD&D Stats:
Female Human Thief, 5th level
STR: 19 (previously
DEX: 17
CON: 18 (previously 10)
INT: 11
WIS: 8
CHA: 17
HP: 40, AC: 5, THAC0: As 12HD monster
Weapon Proficiencies: Short Sword, Dagger, Quarterstaff.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Tumbling, Tightrope Walking, Set Snares,
Appraising, Land-Based Riding (Horse), Languages (Common, Halfling).
Thieving Skills: Backstab, Thieves' Cant, Percentages as 5th level
thief.
Psionical/Magical Abilities: None.

FUZION Stats:
INT: 3, WILL: 3, PRE: 6, TECH: 5, REF: 6, DEX: 6, CON: 8, STR: 8,
BODY: 7, MOVE: 6.
Skills: Lockpicking +4, Melee (Short Sword) +4, Melee Evade +4, Ranged
Evade +3, Melee (Dagger) +3, Melee (Staff) +2, Expert: Traps +3,
Surveillance +4, Stealth +3, Expert: Appraisal +3, Language (Halfling) +2,
Horse Riding +2, Acrobatics +3, Athletics +5, Climbing +3, Sleight of
Hand +4, Streetwise +3, Security Systems +3, Seduction +5, Hand to Hand +3.
Talents: Acute Sense (Normal Sight), Beautiful +3, Combat Sense +1.
Complications: Distinctive Features (Muscular Build), Lecherousness (Minor),
Enemies (Hunted by the Empire).
The FUZION Core Rules can be D/L'ed at:
["Domain Available"]

Equipment: Short Sword, Leather Armour, Clothes, Thieves' Tools, Daggers.

[grandy]

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part IV
by Robert Adam Morrison
Kardan returns to his home village, leaving Neme to deal with his old
girlfriend.
Send Comments & Story Ideas to alphac@orc.ca
WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part IV

   Hemral awoke in numbing pain. His world was dark, and the only thing
he could feel was the excruciating pain that waved over his body. Hemral
started to gain more and more awareness as time passed. He soon found that
he was chained to a stone wall. The room he was in was dark and rank, with
odd smells. His clothes and armour had been removed, and he was clad only
in a loincloth. His hands were bound by shackles, no doubt bolted to the
wall behind him.
   Hemral tried to remember what happened. He recalled traveling to the
temple of Ferror, his goddess. That was it! he thought. He was flanked on
the way by a force of imperial troopers. He remembered trying to hold off
against the iron-armoured fighters, but being struck from behind.
   More memories awoke. He remembered a tall and strong man in black
armour questioning him and beating him. Hemral also seemed to recall a
scantly-clad raven-haired beauty. She cast spells over him, but he called
upon his goddess to protect him. He remembered the pain. He remembered the
hot irons.
   Hemral looked around, but the room was still dark. He could hear two
guards conversing with one another down the hall, but could not make out
the words. He was trapped.
   There was a coughing from across the room. Hemral's keen ears noted
that the coughing came from only ten feet away. The coughing was husky, yet
feminine, and frighteningly familiar. Hemral seldom forgot a voice.
   'Who's there?' he asked.
   'Wh-Where am I?' asked the woman.
   'Cordina?' Hemral exclaimed. 'Is that you?'
   'Who's that?' Cordina asked.
   'It's me, Hemral.'
   'Hemral. Gods... where are we?'
   'I think we are in the hands of the Empire.'
   'Huh? Why... why do I hurt so?'
   'We're being tortured. They're after Neme.'
   'Neme? Gods. Why?'
   'She imbibed a potion of strength. Just relax.'
   'What? She's not that strong?'
   'No. The potion was permanent. Relax.'
   There was a silence between the two.
   'Hemral?'
   'Yes?'
   'I'm scared.'
   'Worry not. We'll get through this.'

   The three horses galloped over the hill. Each horse bore a single
rider. There was one man and two women: Kardan the warrior, Raddi the
elven wizardress and Neme the thief.
   Kardan's half-plate armour was niched with scratches and scuffs from
battles. His handsome face was tanned. His hair was long and unkempt. Raddi's
pouches seemed nearly empty. Her robes were covered with dust. Neme's
muscles were tanned and smooth, bursting out of her clothes. The sleeves of
her shirt and the legs of her pants were split apart, revealing her thick,
muscular limbs.
   The three were traveling over the plains and farmlands of Cordoban.
They had gone through Imperial soldiers who were trying to capture them. For
six days since their escape from the trade city of Yarkan they had been
waylaid by the Imperial forces, but the formidable three were able to fight
their way through and avoid capture.
   They now had one goal: to find the magician Kalsis, creator of the
potion which had transformed Neme from a small and weak woman to a great
amazon of strength. To do this, they had to travel to the Elven Woods, and
seek the hills of Ekkeder from there.
   Kardan looked into the distance. He turned to Raddi.
   'How many days till we reach the Elven Woods?' he asked her.
   'One week.' Raddi replied.
   'This land seems familiar.' Kardan stated.
   'Look!' shouted Neme, as she pointed to the northeast. 'Smoke.'
   The two other adventurers turned and looked. Indeed, as Neme had
indicated, a slim and long pilum of smoke reached towards the sky. The
smoke came from beyond the treeline in the distance.
   'Can it be?' said Kardan aloud.
   'Can it be, what?' asked Neme.
   'My village!' he shouted. 'My home village of Harster.'
   Kardan clicked at his horse, and trotted off like the wind. Neme and
Raddi followed.

   Kardan rode into the village of Harster with his companions. The small
farming village was just as he left it: a lazy town with small buildings. He
smelled the air and smiled greatly as the memories flooded over him.
   Raddi was indifferent to the experience, although she was pleased that
these humans were able to live with nature more than the ones she met in the
cities.
   Neme was bored out of her skull. Neme was a city gal, and hated the
country life. She peered around, and noted something.
   'Not much activity here!' she said.
   'It's the wrong time of day for activity.' said Kardan. 'People'll be
eating 'bout now.'
   The three continued into the heart of the village, and got to the main
crossroads, where there was a few larger buildings with stone foundations.
The signs indicated a smithy, a general store, an inn and tavern, a clothiers,
an abattoir and a grocer's. Kardan pointed to the inn.
   'The Gladdened Cow.' he proclaimed. 'I've spent many hours in there.'
   'Then let's go in.' Neme said. 'I need a drink!'
   The adventurers went to the stables. They gave their horses over to the
stable boy, and entered the inn. The inn's interior was made from old wood that
had many knots. The tables and chairs were made of the same wood, and creaked
unsteadily. The small common room had a large red-brick chimney that was cold
and unused. The inn was empty, save for an obese and bald man. He wore a
leather apron with many stains, and the common pants and shirt of a peasant.
His nose was bent and stubby. His ears were cauliflowered and his skin was
red and abrasive. He beamed.
   'Kardan!' he bellowed with a voice that threatened to collapse the inn.
'You have returned! After all these years!'
   'Menth!' Kardan rushed towards the fat man. 'You old elephant! How are
things?'
   The two hugged one another in the fashion that warriors do: more like
a wrestling match than an embrace. Neme and Raddi looked at each other in
confusion. The two men laughed.
   'This is Menth!' Kardan exclaimed. 'He's the owner of this inn, and he
was also my fighting instructor oh so many years ago.'
   'You probably still need training!' Menth laughed.
   'Menth,' Kardan said, 'this is Raddi, an elven wizardress of the Elven
Woods.'
   'My lord.' Raddi said as she curtsied.
   'A pleasure.' said Menth.
   'And this is Neme,' stated Kardan, 'rogue extraordinare and, er...'
   'His lover.' added Neme.
   'A great pleasure.' said Menth. He looked Neme up and down.
   'They make 'em big where you come from, don't they? I like it. A drink
for Kardan and his extraordinary companions!'
   Menth pulled three ales, and got a glass of wine for Raddi. He set the
drinks at a table and sat down with the adventurers.
   'So, how do things fare in the village?' asked Kardan.
   'Ooh, bad tidings!' hissed Menth. 'Many of the able men of the village
have been called by the Lord to serve in the Royal Army. The Empire is ready
to annex Cordoban!'
   'We ran into some Imperial troops in Yarkan!' gulped Neme.
   'Gods!' swore Menth. 'They are attacking from within. The situation is
more dire than the Lord foresaw. But enough with politics.'
   'How does Manzi fare?' asked Kardan. Neme stared at him with inner rage.
   'She runs her father's farm in his absence. Being an only child, she
is in a rough position, what with no other family.'
   'I should have...'
   'No you shouldn't have!' exclaimed Neme. 'Each person lives their own
life, and you have a right to live your own.'
   'I must visit her.'
   'Well, we can...'
   'Alone.' said Kardan. 'Please, I must.'

   Kardan stepped towards the gates of the farm. He was on foot and without
pack. His face was painted with mixed emotions. His head rushed with
conflicting feelings. Kardan was unsure of what he was doing.
   'I should have never come back.' he thought to himself.
   He opened the gate and walked to the farmhouse. The large house was made
of red bricks. The green wood shutters of the windows were all open. The house
was incredibly still.
   The house itself was next to a large two-level barn. The sound of a few
animals came from the barn. Various farm implements were scattered around the
base of the barn.
   Kardan started to walk up the steps to the farmhouse door. The rotting
wooden steps made a creak with each step he took.
   Suddenly, a figure came from around the corner.
   'Who's there?' the figure demanded.
   'Manzi?'
   There was a pause.
   'Kardan?'
   The figure stepped from the shadows. Standing there was a tall and strong
girl of Kardan's age. She was pretty with long blond hair and eggshell blue
eyes. She a blouse of white and a skirt of leather. Her leather shoes were
covered with dust.
   Manzi's skin was bronzed from long hours of work under the sun. Her hands
and arms were strong and supple. Her legs were knotted and powerful. Manzi's
entire body was muscular from hours of chores.
   'Manzi!' Kardan said. 'It's been a while.'
   'It's been a while?' Manzi retorted. 'You come back after four years and
all you have to say is "It's been a while?" Kardan, have you no idea what pain
you caused me.'
   Manzi began to pout. She turned to cry.
   'Manzi!' Kardan said. 'I... I wanted to gain enough money.'
   'And now you return, just so things...'
   'Things can't be like they were. I've met someone.'
   'Oh! You've met someone.' Manzi choked back her tears. 'Of course. I meant
nothing to you. Just some country gal back home who you could go back to just
in case the real world turned out to be too tough for you.'
   'Manzi! That's not fair.'
   'How dare you come back.'
   'Manzi.'
   'I love you, you goat-head. You are tearing me up inside and I haven't
been able to find anyone else. Do you realize that? You can't just love someone
and then leave them hanging. I have feelings!'
   'Manzi.' Kardan walked over to Manzi, and put his arms over her supple
shoulders. He kissed her head.
   'Kardan. Who...'
   'Her name is Neme. She's... well, she's a fellow adventurer.'
   Manzi turned around.
   'Then you don't need her!' she cried out. 'Just tell her you need your
professional distance. Then, you can come back and live here. You should have
enough money by now, and I need help.'
   She started to stroke one finger around Kardan's chin.
   'I need you. You know you want to come back. We could be married, then
you could inherit the farm. Then we could have a large family. Isn't that
what you originally had planned?'
   'Manzi...'
   She put her finger over his lips.
   'Shhh.' she said. 'Let's just get on with it.'
   She grabbed his hands and pulled him up to the farmhouse door. She
opened the door and started to go inside. Kardan resisted.
   'Come on.'
   Kardan struggled internally. He balanced his desire for Neme and for
Manzi against one another, and waged the internal war. However, Neme was not
present, and his male organs failed him. Manzi was there, and promised him
his life-long hopes and dreams.
   He followed Manzi into the house.

   Hemral began to arise from his dream-like state. He was still aware
of being in the cell, but was slightly aware of a strange noise. He awoke
and concentrated on listening. The noise sounded like whispering, someone
chanting a strange mantra.
   The more Hemral concentrated, the clearer and louder the chanting
became. The words were definitely arcane, and spoke by a clear male
voice.
   The voice became clearer until it sounded as if the chanter was
sitting beside Hemral. Hemral turned to look, and indeed, bathed in
a purple light, there was the chanter.
   He was an ancient man with a white beard. His nose was long, and
his eyes were grey. Although he was old, his skin was smooth. He wore
robes of purple highlighted by yellow trimmings. A hood covered the top
of his head.
   'A so li can wa for tal pi so.' the man finished his chanting.
   'Who...' Hemral stuttered.
   'I am Laeron, High Magi.' the man said. 'Do not struggle. I will
free you and your friend.'
   The Magi cast a spell, and the sound of shackles splitting filled
the room. Cordina began to awake. The Magi cast another spell, and the
room filled with a slight yellow glow, as if a candle had been lit.
   Hemral looked around, now finally able to see the cell. It was not
worth the wait. The cell was a typical dungeon cell: cracked concrete
blocks, hay scattered, rusty iron bonds. A single window opened up to the
outside. Two iron bars blocked exit through the window. The outside was
pure black from Hemral's view. A single iron door with no obvious slots
or handles blocked passage from the room.
   Hemral began to get up, free from the shackles. He nursed his
wrists.
   'How will we escape?' he asked the wizard. 'There must be guards
everywhere!'
   'I will teleport you away.'
   Hemral studied the mage.
   'There are but two reasons why a Magi would help someone as humble
as me.' Hemral stated. 'One: There has been an act of treason by another
High Magi or Two: you want something in return.'
   'A priest's wisdom can be a bother and a boon!' Laeron said. 'True,
I want something. But, you would be well to do what I ask. I will teleport
you to the edge of the Empire, as you are in its interior. You must travel
to the hills of Ekkeder and meet your companions there.
   'Once rejoined with your companions, you must seek out the magician
Kalsis and ask him to give up the Sword of Balthor. Mention my name and he
will surely oblige. Return to the Empire, and slay the Emperor.'
   'What?' exclaimed Hemral.
   'His time has passed for too long. He must die, and his reign of
tyranny must come to an end. The Magi have seen this, and have asked me to
carry it out, Fate willing. Do you agree to this quest?'
   Hemral stared.
   'For the greater good, I will go.'
   'Good! Go!'
   The Magi cast a spell, and Hemral and Cordina were teleported away.
   Laeron let the spell of light fade. He then faded into the darkness.

   Manzi led Kardan into the main bedroom. Manzi's things were strewn
about. There was a large rope-frame bed in the center of the room with
cotton sheets and a hay-filled mattress. The bed looked strong.
   'Manzi, are you sure about this?' Kardan asked. 'We never went this
far before!'
   'I've never been surer. Come one. Let's see how you've grown.'
   Manzi sat at the end of the bed.
   Kardan sighed, and removed the pieces of his armour. He took off his
weapon belt and weapons. Kardan then started to remove each piece of
clothing: his boots, his pants, his shirt. He was standing there in the
bedroom with only his skivvies. His muscular body was tanned and strong.
His large chest heaved up and down. Kardan finally got brave, and stripped
off his underwear.
   He stood there naked. Manzi looked with great pleasure at his body.
   'My word, Kardan.' she cooed. 'You have grown! I had no idea! Now
let me show you.'
   Manzi stood up, took Kardan by the shoulder, and gently sat him down
on the bed. She stepped back and started to remove her clothes. She undid
the strings on her blouse and skirt. She removed her shoes, then took
off her clothes.
   Manzi stood in her underclothes. Her body was stronger than Kardan
had first seen. Her arms were thick and toned. Her abdomen muscles were
ridged. Her thighs were strong and supportive. Her calf muscles stood up
at an angle. Her shoulders were large and strong.
   Manzi began to flex her muscles. Her biceps peaked upwards. Her
abdomen danced and vibrated. Her calf muscles stood up. Manzi delighted
in showing Kardan her muscles. His member moved noticeably.
   Manzi quickly stripped off her underclothes, and crawled over to
Kardan's side. Kardan touched and rubbed Manzi's strong and buxom breasts.
The two embraced.
   Kardan stroked his hands across Manzi's back and she nibbled at his
neck. Their passions rose as they shifted from position to position.
Manzi's breathing speeded up. Kardan's penis had lengthened to its apex.
   Manzi crouched on the bed as Kardan mounted her from behind. He
slide his member into her awaiting hole as he kneaded her buttox. Manzi
groaned in ecstasy as he rhythmically pumped her. He finally came and
they shifted position.
   Facing one another, Kardan forces his member into Manzi's vagina.
She wrapped her strong legs around his sides. He held her face to his and
embraced passionately. She ran her hands down his muscular torso.
   Kardan came many times, and the two shared orgasm after orgasm as
the sun set.

   Neme walked to the dark farmhouse. She could hear the voices of
ecstasy within. Neme growled to herself, and entered the building with
the quiet stealth she had from her thieving experience.

TO BE CONTINUED

EXTRA!: The section for roleplayers.

KARDAN:
AD&D Stats:
Male Human Fighter, 5th level
Lawful Good
STR: 18/55
DEX: 15
CON: 17
INT: 14
WIS: 15
CHA: 16
HP: 60, AC: 2, THAC0: 16
Weapon Proficiencies: Broad-Group (Blades), Broadsword Specialization,
Two-Handed Weapon Specialization.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Land-Based Riding (Horse), Armourer, Black-
smithing, Tracking, Local History (Lore), Languages (Common, Dwarf).
Psionical/Magical Abilities: Psionic Talent of Accelerate. Defense
Modes: Mind Blank, Thought Shield, Mind Barrier.

FUZION Stats:

INT: 5, WILL: 5, PRE: 6, TECH: 4, REF: 5, DEX: 5, CON: 6, STR: 7,
BODY: 7, MOVE: 5.
Skills: Melee (Broadsword) +6, Melee Evade +4, Ranged Evade +1, Melee
(Dagger) +2, Melee (Long Sword) +3, Language (Dwarf) +2, Horse Riding +4,
Athletics +4, Hand to Hand +3, Tracking +2, Expert: Armourer +3, Expert:
Blacksmithing +4, Lore +2.
Powers: 15 points Mental Defense, +3 SPD (Costs END).
Talents: Handsome +2, Combat Sense +3, Intuition, Common Sense.
Complications: Lovestruck (Torn between Neme and Manzi), Hatred of Evil
Races, Code of Honour (will not forget a debt), Enemy (Hunted by the
Empire).
The FUZION Core Rules can be D/L'ed at:
http://www.sabram.com/rtalsoriangames/site/fuzion.html

Equipment: Broadsword, Dagger, Half-Plate Armour (KD 11/AC 4), Medium
Shield (DV +3/AC +1), Clothes, Adventuring Gear.

RADDI:
AD&D Stats:
Female High Elven Mage, 5th level
Chaotic Good
STR: 17 (originally 7)
DEX: 17
CON: 15 (originally
INT: 17
WIS: 14
CHA: 17
HP: 25, AC: 7, THAC0: Fights as Fighter of equal level
Spells Cast per Day: 1] 4, 2] 2, 3] 1.
Weapon Proficiencies: Dagger, Elven Blade.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Reading/Writing (Elven, Common), Ancient
History (Cordoban), Local Elven History (Elven Woods), Astrology,
Seamstress, Herbalism, Spellcraft, Languages (Elven, High Elven, Common,
Silver Dragon).
Psionical/Magical Abilities: Cast as 5th level mage.

FUZION Stats:
INT: 7, WILL: 5, PRE: 6, TECH: 5, REF: 6, DEX: 6, CON: 5, STR: 6,
BODY: 5, MOVE: 4.
Skills: Melee (Elven Blade) +2, Melee Evade +2, Melee (Dagger) +2, Language
(Silver Dragon) +2, Expert: Astrology +3, Expert: Herbalism +4, Expert:
Magic Lore +4, Expert: History +4, Expert: Elven Culture +5, Wardrobe &
Style +2, Expert: Seamstress +2, Lore +5.
Powers: Elven Package (Longevity, Enhanced Perception +2 to all senses).
Talents: Beautiful +3, Animal Empathy, Nightvision.
Complications: Longing (wants to be a warrior-wizard), Elven pride, Hatred
of evil races, Enemy (Hunted by the Empire).

Equipment: Dagger, Elven Blade (WA +1, DC 2AP/1d8 damage, pierces as
stiletto), Robes, Clothes, Spell Book & Components, Herbs & Herb Pouches.

[grandy]

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part V
by Robert Adam Morrison
Neme and Manzi fight over Kardan, while Hemral races to rejoin his
companions.
Send Comments & Story Ideas to alphac@orc.ca

WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

Notes: C&C welcome, as long as its reasonably civil.

Kalsis' Potion of Strength, Part V

   Hemral grunted as he rushed over the rough dirt field, carrying
Cordina over one shoulder. The well-muscled amazon was quite the
burden, but Hemral only knew that he had to protect her. Hemral wished
 he had the time to pray to Ferror, his diety, the goddess of justice.
 He repeated a small and silent hymn over and over under his breath as
 he raced.
   Hemral and Cordina were both clad in musty and dirty peasant
clothes. Cordina had a single dagger at her belt, while Hemral had
slung a sturdy cudgel at his side. Cordina was unconscious as she lay
over Hemral's shoulder. Her shoulder was roughly bandaged, and it was
obvious she had suffered an arrow or quarrel wound.
   Hemral used all his endurance to rush over the field, but he
began to hear the sounds of pursuit. The voices of men and goblins
were blended together, becoming louder by the second.
   'If only I had a symbol of my goddess!' He swore. 'My magic
would not be hindered then, and I could escape with ease! This
heathen land.'
   In the distance, Hemral could suddenly make out a small unit of
soldiers, about two score in number. The soldiers were mounted on
horses and carried heavy lances. Hemral squinted, and could make out
banners of blue with gold embroidering.
   'The King's army!' he exclaimed.
   Hemral doubled his pace and rushed to the calvary. He shouted
with all his might at the mounted troops. They noticed him, and began
to rush forth towards him.

   Manzi and Kardan lay in the rickity bed. Finally exhausted from the
excessive love-making, they were taking a well-deserved break.
Kardan's hands rested on Manzi's. Both were taking deep-drawn breaths.
   The warrior and the farm girl had a night of pleasure, and now were
feeling the effects of it. Their clothes were piled in one corner of the
farmhouse bedroom, with Kardan's sword and armour resting nearby. A
small oil lantern provided some illumination to the room. Shadows
creeped up the wall as the sun descended past the landscape.
   Neme looked down at the two figures as she stood in the doorway of
the bedroom. Her expression was wrought with confusion and amusement.
 Her love of Kardan had a hold over her, but she now understood
Kardan's affections towards Manzi. Nether the less, she was angered
by Kardan's actions. It was as plain as day to Neme that the farm
girl and the warrior had been lovemaking.
   Neme paced forward, and whipped the covers off the sleeping pair.
The two stirred and began blinking in the light of the oil lantern
Neme held out. Kardan's face became ashen and Manzi looked puzzled.
Neme frowned at the two, her disappointment soon becoming anger.
   'Neme!' Kardan exclaimed.
   'Well, well, well.' Repeated Neme. 'Isn't this a pretty sight!'
   'You must be Neme!' Manzi said, managing to smirk.
   'And you, Manzi!'
   'I suppose you've come her to persuade Kardan to continue to travel
with you.'
   'No, but I've waited for this moment for a long time! Finally, a
chance to decide who gets Kardan once and for all!'
   'Huh! Why don't you let him pick!' Manzi retorted. 'I'm sure he'll
 pick me. He's always been mine.'
   Neme slipped off her cloak and let it drop to the ground. Manzi
inched towards her clothes, managing to snatch halter and panties.
Neme removed her boots, gloves, and all weapons on her person. Manzi
 donned her underclothes. The two women stalked each other, not
letting a movement betray her plans.
   Kardan looked on with awe. He was torn between feelings, and unable
to take action against either female. There was Manzi, the strong
farm girl he had grown up with. Her bronze skin was ripped and
pleasing to his eyes.
   There was Neme, the buxom and beautiful rogue, with strong supple
limbs. Her black hair was long and attractive. Her face was stunning,
 even when in anger as she was at the moment. Neme seemed to be the
most beautiful woman Kardan had known. But the struggle in his mind
continued.
   And so in Kardan's hesistance, Neme and Manzi rushed forward, and
met one another in a tie-up. Arm was braced against arm. Strong legs
were rooted in place. Biceps ballooned out in the struggle. Teeth
were grit in defiance. Backs swelled with effort.
   The struggle would be a long one.

   Captain Jainas sat in the strong oak chair, studying the tactical
map placed on the table in front of him. His ruddy face was
complimented by his short, brush-cut brown hair. He wore a suit of
plate mail armour, with chain mail covering the exposed joints. A
single helm with a red plume was set next to the map.
   The map depicted the kingdom of Cordoban, the elven lands, the hills
 of Ekkedar and the western border of the Empire. Ink marks scoured
the map, showing troop movements and suspected barracades, barracks
and keeps. Jainas stared at it intently, forming his next move in his
 head.
   A soldier entered the tent Jainas was seated in.
   'Captain Jainas, there is a priest of Ferror to see you.' The
soldier proclaimed.
   'A priest? What place does he have at this outpost?'
   'He and a companion of his were found fleeing an Imperial raiding
party. One of our patrols rescued them and brought them here.'
   'Very well, show him in.'
   The soldier saluted, and motioned to the outside.
   Hemral stepped into the tent. His few wounds were patched up, and
he was clad in a simple brown robe. He had an expression of relief on
 his face.
   'Good day, servant of Ferror.' Captain Jainas welcomed. 'Come and
sit down.'
   'Thanks to you.' Hemral stated.
   Hemral took a chair and sat opposite the Captain at the table.
   'So,' questioned Jainas, 'what is your name, priest?'
   'I go by Hemral.'
   'And tell me, what brought you to being persued by the Empire?'
   'It is a long and tedious tale. Sufficed to say, I was entraped by
the Empire. Through magical aid, I was able to escape the stronghold
I was placed in, and managed to flee to the border.'
   'Your companion?'
   'She is Cordina, a mercenary fighter who was captured with me. And
now, Captain, I ask only for a few provisions. I must travel to the
hills of Ekkedar.'
   'Why would you go to those forsaken hills?'
   'I am under an oath to go there. I hope also to rejoin my comrades.'
   'I can offer no aid beyond giving you horses, rations and a few
weapons. My troops are needed here.'
   'I would not think of taking up your valuable resources. I need
only the horses and food you mentioned. Cordina may need weapons, but
 I am satisfied with my current arsenal.' Hemral patted the cudgel.
   'So be it! I only offer you a fare thee well.'
   The Captain made the necessary arrangements, and Hemral and Cordina
were on their way again.

   Neme threw Manzi over her shoulder. Manzi landed on the ground with
a thump. She got back on her feet, but Neme was on her at an instant.
 Neme roped her arms around Manzi's torso, and thrust her over in a
belly-to-belly suplex. Manzi cursed as the air was pushed out of her
lungs.
   Neme grabbed Manzi's legs and split them apart, exposing her pelvis.
 Neme dropped, letting her knee connect with Manzi's tender woman-
hood. Manzi screamed in pain, reeling with the blow. Neme rounded
Manzi's prone form, and was about to wind up for a punch.
   With lightning speed, Manzi rushed up to her knees, and connected
with a kidney punch. Neme managed to let a squeek out as pain
consumed her. Manzi was back up on her feet. As Neme hunched over,
Manzi grabbed her and drove Neme's head into the floor in a DDT.
   Manzi them dropped on top of Neme, elbow-first. Neme howelled in
agony. Manzi rolled over Neme's body, and grabbed both her wrists.
Both of Neme's arms were stretched away from her body as Manzi forced
 her leg into the base of Neme's spine. Neme was paralyzed, unable to
 do anything...

   Raddi sipped the red wine as she studied an ancient tome. She passed
 over the silver lettering with her index finger, noting each
marking. Her beautiful elven face gazed at the arcane symbols. Her
almond-shaped eyes carried intelligence and power.
   She was seated in the Gladdened Cow, a humble inn. Tables were held
by various village-folk, all talking, laughing and drinking. The
general attitude was joyous. Barmaids walked to and fro, serving
customers.
   Menth, the hardy old innkeep was walking up to Raddi. He had a few
words with the random villager. He sat down beside her.
   'So,' he started the conversation, 'I imagine Neme and Manzi will
be at each other's throat by now!'
   'I hope they can resolve it without violence!' said Raddi with
doubt.
   'Kardan must deal with this before he can go on!'
   Suddenly, there was the sound of an explosion in the air. The tavern-
goers screamed and chatter in shock. Many began to rush out of the
inn. People darted back and forth. Flames ran into the grassfields
adjacent to the inn.
   `The Gods preserve us!' Raddi exclaimed. `The Empire is attacking!'
   `Ay, lass.' Menth grunted as he grabbed the stout mace he kept
hidden behind the bar. He hefted its unwieldly balance; it was meant
for bone-crunching rather than weapon-play.
   `I'll venture they've brought more than their fair share of war-
wizards!' Menth cursed.
   Menth and Raddi raced from the inn exterior into the village center.
 It was complete pandemonium, as the remaining villagers who did not
die from the immense fireball that had consumed the general store
were racing, dodging the strange bolts of dark energy that rained
from the heavens.
   `Look!' Raddi pointed up, showing Menth what her keen elven eyes saw
 that human eyes could not.
   Standing aloft a giant spider with purple chitin and dark,
translucent wings was Caltha, the dark Magi of the Emperor. She was
laughing as she cast her spells of destruction upon the innocents
below. Her crooked glare was consumed by the evil that had crushed
her innocence long ago.
   Caltha's evil, cackling laugh echoed in the night...

   At first, Kardan thought it was the floorboards beginning to give in
 to the massive beating they had received from the two buxom women.
However, the echo was more distant, yet still powerful in resonance.
He swore as he reliased that only an explosion could cause such a
noise.
   Kardan got up, sprinted past the grappling women and started to don
his clothing and armour.
   `What the heck are you doing?' Neme cursed as pain shot up her
spine.
   `You heard!' Kardan swore. `There's something going on in the
village, and I intend to find out what it is!'
   `But what about our fight?' Manzi cursed.
   `It'll have to wait!' Kardan replied. `Now stop it, and get going!'
   Kardan's voice run with authority. The two amazons reliased the
severity of the situation, and loosened their grip on one another.
They got up and prepared themselves. Neme donned her cloak and
weapons, while Manzi dressed.
   The trio ran out of the house, slowing only so Manzi could grab a
pike to use as a makeshift weapon. They ran onto the road to the
village. It took them a good five minutes to get there, though they
were shown the way by the bright fire that crackled in the sky.
   As they neared the village, Neme pointed upwards towards the hideous
 sight of Caltha upon her monstrous arachnid. Caltha was dueling
against Raddi, who had thrown an eldritch shield of emerald green
energy over the village. Menth strugggled to put out the fires as
bolts of energy thumped against the crackling shield overhead.
   Neme raced forward, followed by Kardan and Manzi. Neme reached the
edge of town before Caltha finally noticed her. She was surprised of
her appearance.
   "If I can get her," Caltha thought, "my mission will be complete and
 the emperor will reward me greatly."
   Caltha noticed the two figures adjacent to Neme. Caltha devised a
course of action in her head. Having completed the plans, she set
about it.
   Caltha pulled her arm back and let a large, glowing orb of purple
energy loose from her hand. It flew at tremendous speeds and hit
Raddi's shield, causing the shield to fall and shatter. Raddi and
Menth were both forced to the ground from the shockwaves.
   Caltha flew her spider low towards Neme. Kardan and Manzi started
forwards, but Caltha cast another spell, sending two pillars of
bright purple energy at each of them, stunning them and throwing them
 each back twenty paces.
   Neme ran towards Caltha, screaming a non-comprehensive battle cry.
Caltha lept from the back of the spider, which disappated. Neme
attempted to land a great hay-maker, but Caltha managed to release a
spell.
   `Hold!' Caltha commanded as she pointed at Neme.
   Neme was suddenly held in place by an unseen force. Caltha strode
up to her nonchalantly. She smiled, knowing her prey was helpless.
   `Now, it shall end!'
   Suddenly, Caltha clutched her head. She reeled in unseen, yet felt,
pain. She backed a few steps, trying to regain her bearings.
   `NOOOO!' she screamed to the heavens. `I will not fall into this
dark pathway!'
   A lone figure strode up from the darkness. He was clad in bestial
plate armour, marked with the sigils of the Empire. He was Alrak, the
 General and commander of the Emperor's military. He bore a single
ebony sword in his hand.
   `You must take her to the Emperor!' Alrak ordered in deep tones.
`She only has to be partially alive for the Emperor to be satisfied.'
   `I... I will not!' Caltha turned to face her `ally'.
   `Then stand aside so I may complete what is to be done.'
   `No!' Caltha cried out.
   Time slowed. Alrak swung his sword, and a long purple energy beam
extended from the blade. It arched like a deadly whip. Caltha flung
herself in front of the prone form of Neme. The sword's now
considerable blade reached both Neme and Caltha. The metal and energy
 dug into the sides of both women. Blood splurted forth.
   The two females collapsed onto the ground, glowing with a dark
energy.
   Alrak began to laugh a deep, grizzly laugh, seeing the pandimonium
that lay all around him...

TO BE CONTINUED

EXTRA!: The section for roleplayers.

Updates: Alignments:
Neme: Neutral Good

HEMRAL:
AD&D Stats:
Male Human Priest of Ferror, 5th level
Lawful Good
STR: 17
DEX: 13
CON: 15
INT: 15
WIS: 16
CHA: 15
HP: 40, AC: 5, THAC0: 18
Weapon Proficiencies: Quarterstaff, Horseman's Mace, Two-Handed Style
Specialization.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Languages (Common), Religion (Cordoban),
Undead Lore, Law, Bureaucracy, Artistic Ability (Calligraphy),
Reading/Writing (Common), Spellcraft.
Psionical/Magical Abilities: Clerical Spells (1] 5, 2] 5, 3] 1).
Sphere Access: Major: All, Charm, Combat, Creation, Guardian, Law,
Protection, Summoning; Minor: Astral, Divination, War, Wards.

FUZION Stats:

INT: 5, WILL: 6, PRE: 5, TECH: 3, REF: 4, DEX: 4, CON: 5, STR: 6,
BODY: 6, MOVE: 4.
Skills: Melee (Mace) +2, Melee Evade +2, Melee (Quarterstaff) +5,
Athletics +3, Hand to Hand +3, Expert: Religion +3, Expert:
Undead +4, Law +3, Expert: Magic +2, Literacy +3, Calligraphy +3.
Talents: Handsome +1.
Complications: Hatred of Evil, Code of Honour (Follows the code of
his goddess), Enemy (Hunted by the Empire).


Equipment: Quarterstaff, Mace (Horseman's), Chain Mail Armour (KD 10/
AC 5), Clothes, Adventuring Gear.

CORDINA:
AD&D Stats:
Female Human Fighter, 5th level
Neutral Good
STR: 18/00
DEX: 15
CON: 18
INT: 11
WIS: 10
CHA: 16
HP: 70, AC: 1, THAC0: 16
Weapon Proficiencies: Long Sword Specialization, Dagger, Light Cross-
bow, Wrestling Specialization.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Endurance, Heraldry, Blind-Fighting, Gaming.
Psionical/Magical Abilities: None.

FUZION Stats:
INT: 3, WILL: 2, PRE: 5, TECH: 5, REF: 5, DEX: 5, CON: 7, STR: 7,
BODY: 7, MOVE: 6.
Skills: Melee (Long Sword) +6, Melee Evade +4, Melee (Dagger) +2,
Heraldry +3, Bow (Crossbow) +3, Gaming +3, Hand to Hand +5, Ranged
Evade +2, Wrestling Martial Arts Style.
Talents: Beautiful +2, Blind-Fighting (NEW: Half penalties against
Invisibility (Normal Sight) and Flash), High Pain Threshhold.
Complications: Hatred of evil races, Enemy (Hunted by the Empire),
Lecherousness (Severe).

Equipment: Long Sword, Plate Mail Armour, Medium Shield, Dagger,
Clothes, Adventuring Gear.

MANZI:
AD&D Stats:
Female Human Fighter (Peasant Hero), 1st level
Lawful Good
STR: 18/51
DEX: 15
CON: 16
INT: 11
WIS: 13
CHA: 16
HP: 12, AC: 7, THAC0: 18
Weapon Proficiencies: Awl Pike, Short Bow, Short Sword, Dagger, Wrestling
Specialization.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Agriculture, Local History, Animal Handling, Land-Based
Riding (Horse), Swimming, Animal Lore.
Psionical/Magical Abilities: None.

FUZION Stats:
INT: 2, WILL: 4, PRE: 4, TECH: 4, REF: 4, DEX: 5, CON: 6, STR: 6,
BODY: 6, MOVE: 7.
Skills: Melee (Awl Pike) +3, Bow (Short) +2, Melee (Short Sword) +3, Melee
(Dagger) +3, Expert (Farming) +3, Expert (Animals) +4, Horse Riding +3, Swimming
+3, Wrestling Style Martial Arts.
Talents: Beautiful +3, Common Sense.
Complications: Obsessed with Kardan (Common, Severe), Hatred of evil races,
Enemy (Hunted by the Empire).

[grandy]

Ranma 1/2: Ranmazon
Author: Robert Adam Morrison
Contents: An anime tale twisted to tantalize you, involving transformations of a different kind
Send Comments/Story Requests to: alphac@orc.ca

This story is based on the Ranma 1/2 series by Rumiko Takahashi. This is not a plagiarism of, but rather a
salute to her work. All characters within are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and all them companies affiliated
with this mess.
This story is a LEMON/Hentai. If you don't know what Hentai means, you're not old enough to ask.

Ranmazon 1/2: Chapter 1

   The Tendo school of Anything Goes martial arts stood in Nerima. The walled structure was old and
strong. Inside the courtyard was garden with plants and pools. The main house and training hall stood in the
center. There was a porch on the house, by the garden. Leading to the porch was a sliding door, currently
open. The door led into the dining room. It was currently occupied by a man.
   The middle-aged Japanese man sat on the floor of the dining room in his robes. His long black hair
flowed to his waist. His eyes were tear-filled. He grasped onto the post-card, which had a picture of a panda
bear on the back. He read the words scribed on the card:
   "Dear Tendo Soun,
      We are coming to Tokyo. Ranma will be ready to receive his fiancee.
                        Genma Saotome"
   "Oh, how I've waited for this day!" Soun Tendo struggled to get out. He held the card to his breast.
He got up and raced around the house.
   He opened the door to the kitchen. A pretty young woman was dicing leeks up. She wore a plain
dress and apron. Her hair was long and thick.
   "Kasume!" Soun said.
   "What is it father?" Kasume replied.

   The girl rested on the bed, feet upwards. She was sucking on a ice lolly. Her short hair was neat
and brown. She wore a t-shirt and denim shorts. She was reading a teen-mag. Her room was lined with
posters of heart-throbs, Japanese and worldwide. The door to her room opened.
   "Nabiki!" Soun cried out.

   Soun continued down the hallway, till he got to a door. The door had a small swan-shaped  plaque,
with the name "Akane" written on it. Soun opened the door, revealing a plain room with a bed and desk. No
one was inside.
   "Akane? Where is that girl?"

   Akane Tendo finished dressing into her gi, or Judo uniform. She was sitting on a bench in the
changing rooms of the Tendo School's training area. The gi was loose, and covered most of her body, except
for her ankles, wrists, neck and head. Akane had long dark hair that reached to the small of her back. Her
pretty face was accentuated by her beautiful eyes. She finished tightening the blue belt around her waist. She
remembered Bruce Lee's words: "A belt is only useful for holding your pants up."
   Akane got up and walked towards the door to the training hall. She knelt down and grabbed a small
pile of short concrete slabs by the side of the door. She hefted them onto one shoulder with unusual ease.
Akane opened the door and walked to the center of the hall. There were two wooden bases on the floor. She
balanced the four slabs onto the bases.
   Akane stood up and concentrated. She closed her eyes and put her hands against each other. She
reached within herself, focusing her inner strength, her ki. She let out a high piercing shout, and punched
down into the slabs with a great force. Her fist when through the slabs as if they weren't there, causing the
slabs to shatter into pieces.
   She recomposed herself.
   "Whew, that felt good!" she said to herself. There was a flash.
   "Huh?"
   Nabiki was standing in the open doorway, camera in hand. She had a cynical look on her face.
   "Will you look at yourself, Akane!" she belated, "This is exactly why boys think you're so weird!"
   "So what?" snapped Akane "Not everyone thinks the whole world revolves around boys!"
   "Oh, yeah? Than I guess this won't interest you!"

   The grey rain came down in streams upon the streets of Tokyo. People huddled close together to
keep from getting damp. Water trickled down into the sewer grates. The suburbs of Tokyo were getting a
well needed rainstorm on this day. What wasn't expected was what else they were getting.
   A sound of fighting, blow after blow came from an alleyway. The people turned to look. Without
warning, a girl came running out into the street. She was poncho-clad, with red hair and a pig-tail. She wore
a hiking-style back-pack, bulging with items over both shoulders. A traditional Wu Shu costume could be
seen underneath the poncho. The costume was loose and billowy. She was extremely beautiful, bursting with
healthy energy rather than the looks of a model. She spun around quickly and expertly, with both hands out
in a traditional Kempo style. She let the backpack slide off to the ground.
   Then, with a tremendous grunting sound, came another figure from the alleyway. A great panda
came trudging out into the street. It stood upright at a height of at least two meters or more. The panda had
a distraught expression on its face. Unusually, it walked with ease on two legs, and seemed to move with
style. It paced towards the girl, hands out in an attempt at the same Kempo style (1).
   "It's stupid! I can't believe you!" the girl screamed out. She darted forwards and attacked the panda
with a flurry of fists. The panda blocked each blow in turn. The people turned to the pair and started to gasp
in awe and wonderment. The muttered amoungst themselves.
   "What crap! Picking my fiancee for me, without even consulting me?" the girl bellowed out at the
silent panda. She grasped its left paw and executed a judo throw, hurtling the panda to the ground. The
sound of impact flew into the air. The panda laid limp on the ground. The girl, exhausted from the throw,
stood a moment to catch her breath.
   "I'm going back to China! Suck on that, old man!" she said calmly. She snapped on her heels and
turned to go. Silently, the panda got back up and sneaked behind the girl. He grabbed a street sign and tore
it from the ground. In the same motion, he whipped it across the back of the girl. The girl's eyes bugged out,
and she collapsed on the ground. The panda staked the sign into the pavement. He grabbed the girl and put
her over one shoulder. He also picked up the backpack she had dropped.
   The people started to chatter and gather around the panda.
   "It's a panda!"
   "What's it doing?"
   Sizing up the situation, the panda decided to use tact. He growled loudly at the people, and they
gasped out in surprise and fled from the panda. The great white and black bear trudged on down the street.

   The four were kneeling around the kitchen table: Kasumi, Nabiki, Akane and their father. Akane
was still in her gi. Soun stood up and looked out into the garden. He gazed at the pools filled with fish. All
of the girls had puzzled expressions on their faces.
   "Who's Ranma?" asked Kasumi.
   "He's the son of my long-time friend Genma Saotome." Answered Soun. "He and Ranma just
finished a training trip to China."
   "Ooh! China!" said Nabiki.
   "So what?" said Akane. "Big deal. China!"
   "And if one of you was to marry Ranma, then the family line could continue." Stated Soun.
   "Wait a minute!" roared Akane "Don't we have some say about who we marry?"
   "How old is he?" queried Kasumi "Younger men don't interest me."
   "Is he cute?" asked an awed Nabiki. Soun laughed out loudly.
   "I don't know." He said.
   "You don't know?"
   "I've never met him."
   'Oh, give me a break!' though Akane.
   Without warning, their came a sound of struggle from the front hallway. All eyes looked towards
the direction.
   "Ooh! That must be Ranma!" exclaimed Nabiki. She ran towards the front hall.
   "Saotome, my old friend!" Soun parlayed. He ran after his daughter.
   "Oh, I do hope he's older!" stated Kasumi, to no one in particular.
   Nabiki suddenly came running back down the hallway with a shocked expression. She was soon
followed by her father, who was doing a double-take. Behind them, a panda, carrying a girl over one
shoulder, filled the hallway. He trotted down the hallway. The girl was flailing about.
   "Come on, Pop!" she yelled. "You're scaring them shitless!"
   Nabiki turned around and faced the panda, as if taking a defensive position. Soun turned around
and stood upright, totally pale and bug-eyed.
   "Are these your friends, father?" asked Kasumi.
   "Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!" Soun shook his head violently.
   "Oh, so this panda just decided to wander in, is that it?" asked Nabiki.
   "Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!"
   The panda set the girl down in front of the shocked group.
   "You wouldn't happen to be..." Soun gasped.
   "I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry about this." The girl replied.
   "Ooh! He is cute!" said Nabiki.
   "Ranma! Finally!" Soun stepped forward and engulfed Ranma in huge hug. He squeezed. Suddenly,
his expression changed. He squeezed again. Tendo let go of Ranma and stepped back. He looked down and
saw that even the poncho could not hide the great rack.
   Nabiki stooped down and inspected Ranma. Nabiki poked at Ranma's breasts and then squeezed
them, just to make sure.
   "Uh, could you please not do that?" Ranma splurted.
   "Ranma's not a boy!" exclaimed Nabiki "He's a girl!"
   "A girl!" blurted Soun "Oooooooh!" He stumbled back and fell down, into unconsciousness.

   When Soun awoke he was surrounded by his three girls, Ranma, and the giant Panda. He was laid
out on a bedroll with a wet cloth on his brow.
   "Daddy said that Ranma was coming. Ranma was a boy!"
   "Stop arguing, Nabiki! Oh, he's coming to!"
   "This is all your fault, Daddy!" Nabiki roared at her father.
   "I assumed that my friend Saotome's son was a boy."
   "Excuse me, does this look like a boy?" Nabiki said, as she reached over and squeezed Ranma's
breast.
   "Could you please stop that!" muttered Ranma.
   "Nabiki! Stop it!" said Akane. "Ranma is our guest!"
   Akane pushed aside Nabiki's hand. She turned to Ranma.
   "You want to be friends. You practice Kempo, right? You want to spar?"
   "OK!" exclaimed Ranma.

   Akane led Ranma into the training hall. The remnants of the concrete slabs were gone. The two
took opposing sides of the hallway.
   "All right!" Akane said "Are you ready?"
   "Just a sec..."
   "Too late!"
   Akane darted forward and executed two snap kicks. Despite the speed of the kicks and her
unreadiness, Ranma easily avoided each kick, bobbing back and forth. Akane swore under her breath. She
made two forward punches, which were again avoided. Akane then executed a right hook. Ranma caught
Akane's fist.
   "Just a second," said Ranma, "let me get this wet poncho off first."
   Ranma turned Akane's fist aside, and proceeded to take off the soaking poncho. She threw it aside.
Akane was left staring at the sight in front of her. Ranma's small stature and seeming agility were betrayed
by her physique. The shirt of her costume only covered her torso. Her arms were totally bare. The were
rippled with heavy muscle. Ranma clenched her fists together, causing her arm muscles to flex up.
   Akane stared in amazement. She looked at the rest of Ranma's body, and realized that the Wu Shu
costume must have been hiding even more muscle mass.
   Ranma charged forward, and made a roundhouse kick. Akane caught it with her left forearm,
causing it to spasm with pain.
   'Even my strength is no match for this!' she though to herself.
   Akane was fast to counter, trying to make a wheel kick. Ranma flipped up to avoid it. She
continued her path right over Akane, landing in a crouch. Ranma stood up, turned around, and touched
Akane's head with a single finger.
   Akane turned around and stared. Ranma laughed a girlish laugh. Akane gave a slight laugh also.
   "I'm glad you're a girl."
   "What do you mean?" asked Ranma.
   "I'm mean, I wouldn't want to lose to a boy!"
   Akane left the training hall.

   The panda opened the door to the bathroom. He trod over to the bath and turned the hot tap on.
The bath soon filled with steaming water. As soon it was full, the panda turned off the tap, and then climbed
into the bath.

   Kasumi led Ranma down the hallway. Kasumi was having trouble not staring at Ranma's arms, and
was shocked at their size and strength. She did her best at keeping her composure, however. She opened the
door of the spare room.
   "Here, Ranma, you can use this room." She said.
   Ranma followed Kasumi into the room. It was a basic spare room, with a bed, closet and table.
Ranma looked around. Kasumi opened the closet and took out a towel.
   "Here Ranma, you'll be wanting to take a bath." She said.
   "Um, no thanks."
   "You've been exercising, right? You'll be sweaty."
   "Ok, I'll take one."
   Ranma accepted the towel from Kasumi, and headed towards the bathroom. Kasumi headed for the
kitchen.

   It was getting to the early evening. Nabiki was on her way to the kitchen, when she noticed
something strange in the dining room.
   Kneeling on a pad was her father, tear-struck, but stoic. He seemed to be holding in great
emotional stress. Sitting across from him was a squat man in his fifties. He was bald, and wore a kerchief hat
to cover the fact. He wore a simple judo gi. Tears swelt from behind his strange, string-rimmed glasses.
   "So that is the truth." Said Soun. The man nodded.
   "The path of true martial arts awareness is wrought with peril!" exclaimed Tendo.
   Nabiki went into the kitchen, where Kasumi was preparing supper.
   "Hey, Kasumi. Who's the weird old dude in the dining room?"
   "I'm not sure. Go tell Akane she can take her bath now."

   Ranma stripped off her Wu Shu outfit. She first took off her pants, revealing muscle-laden legs.
They were tough and toned. Her calves perked up with strength. Her quads were thick and corded. As she
moved, the muscles on her legs flexed and unflexed, as if snakes were just below her skin. Ranma removed
her shirt, revealing great mammae. The orbs were perked and solid: she wore no bra. Her abs were like a
brick wall: solid and patterned. Muscles rippled across her abdomen. Her shoulders were high and strong,
leading up to the neck. Her back muscles were peaks of strength. Her butt was tight and firm.
   Ranma put her clothes in the laundry bin, and opened the door to the bathroom. She walked in and
closed the door behind her. Ranma walked over to the bath and turn on the water. Every movement was
accentuated by her muscles, which moved sensually. The bath filled up with hot, steaming water. Ranma
climbed in, over the rim of the bath, her arm muscles strong and carrying her easily.

   Akane opened the door to the laundry room. She stepped in and started to remove her clothes. She
noticed Ranma's clothes already in the laundry bin.
   "I guess we can take our bath together." She called out.
   Akane removed her top, revealing a her chest, shoulders, arms and abdomen. She wore a bra over
her developing breasts. Akane was nowhere near Ranma's muscularity, but she was strong none-the-less.
Her abs showed the hints of muscles, starting to tone. Her arm muscles stood out slightly, toned and firm.
Her shoulders were much more developed than other girls her age. Akane took off her pants. Her legs were
long and muscled. Her calves stood out and her thighs were nicely-shaped with the beginnings of quad-
development.
   Ranma sat in the bath, pondering.
   'What to do?' she thought 'I guess I'll have to tell them sometime.'
   Akane removed her undergarments, and tossed all her clothes in the laundry bin. She headed
towards the bathroom door.
   'Well,' Ranma thought, 'I may as well go out as I am.'
   With that, Ranma stood up, revealing his strong young body. He was a well-developed young man
with a handsome, boyish face. His muscles were well-developed from exercise. He started to get out of the
bath.
   Akane opened the door to the bathroom. Ranma turned to look. They both stood there, frozen by
shock and, well, admiration.
   Ranma saw a well-developed athletic young woman with a pretty face.
   Akane saw a muscular young man with a handsome face and, well, a well-hung organ.
   'Whoa!' thought Ranma.
   Akane backed up, closing the door to the bathroom. She calmly redressed, and went into the
hallway. She waited, then took a deep breath.
   Akane's scream pierced high and filled the entire building. She never stopped screaming as she ran
past the kitchen and into the dining room. She grabbed the table where Soun and his guest were having a
drink. They quickly removed their snacks, as Akane whipped the table into the air. Nabiki and Kasumi ran
into the dining room.
   "Akane, what's wrong?" asked the concerned Kasumi.
   "There's a pervert in the bathroom, that's what!" screamed Akane.
   "Then why didn't you just clobber him?" asked Nabiki.
   "Because I was scared!"
   "Excuse me."
   All eyes turned to the dining room door. Standing in the doorway was the young man, clad in a Wu
Shu costume. He was scratching the back of his head. His eyes were to the floor.
   "I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry 'bout this."

   

To Be Continued...

   1 - Kempo: For those who don't know, Kempo is a style of martial arts which was created in Japan
but originated from China. It is actually a conversion of the Shao-Lin Style of Kung Fu into Japanese
teaching, combining the acrobatics of Kung Fu with some of the basic manuevers of Karate. This is a rough
explanation of Kempo, so don't quote me on it. The Tendo and Saotome clans uses a more complex form of
the art.

[grandy]

The Twelfth Hole
Author: Robert Morrison
Contents: A caddy has an amourous encounter at a golf course with a
muscular beauty
Send Comments/Story Ideas to: alphac@orc.ca

Warning: Adult content. Romantic Adult Content. There, that should
dissuade most of you.


   Michael Davies was a handsome young man, nearing his twentieth
birthday. He was tall and had a well-toned body from hours of labour.
He had well-kept, thick brown hair and earthen brown eyes. Michael had
trouble relating to girls, however, and was extremely timid around women.
Whenever a girl did approach him with amourous intentions, he would
become scared, and tried to avoid the confrontation.
   Michael was planning a career in video production, and was trying
to save for college. He had worked in various factories and on
construction sites. He nearly had enough money. Only two monthes ago,
Michael was laid off from a packaging factory, but had managed to obtain
a job as a caddy at the local golf club. Working as a caddy was long and
tedious work, but peaceful. Michael found that he met all types of people
used the course, and all would spill their life stories to him. Michael
filled a role usually held by such people as barbers and taxi cab drivers.
   And so, week after week, Michael trudged round the course, carrying
people's clubs. He got to know the club and its staff like the back of his
hand. Because of this, one day, he was surprised to see a new assisstant
groundskeeper, and even more shocked at her presence.
   If happened one summer day, when Michael was caddying to Mr. Wilson,
a regular. They were on the fairway of the seventh hole. Michael was
wearing a simple blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. Mr. Wilson was wearing a
golf shirt, long pants and a golf visor. Mr. Wilson was setting up for a
shot to the green, and was debating on either a six or seven iron to
execute the shot. He turned to Michael.
   'So, whaddya think?'
   'Hmm... I don't know." replied Michael. He put a finger to the wind
and swivled around. It was then he caught sight of the young woman raking
sand in the trap off to the side.
   She was only about three inches shorter than Michael, making her six
feet tall. She wore a red T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. She had a
beautiful face with rose-coloured lips and thick eyelashes. Her nose was
short, sharp and slightly upturned. She had light brown hair that hung
closely to her neck.
   The girl was also extremely well-built. Her long, strong legs sprouted
out from her shorts. Quads crossed over one another, bulging with strength.
Her calves billowed out to the size of footballs. THe arms of the girl were
also muscular. Her forearms were covered with muscle that moved with each
rake of the sand. Her triceps and biceps contracted and expanded in rhythmn.
Her deltoid muscles threatened to destroy the sleeves of the shirt.
   Michael could not believe the vision before him. He had not seen the
young woman before, so he concluded she must be new on the staff. He knew
he had but one purpose: find out who the girl was and find some way of
meeting her.
   After he finished his shift, Michael returned to the club house. He
looked around until he found Mr. Phillips, the head groundskeeper. He was an
aging man with balding grey hair. He smiled enthusiastically at Michael with
his false teeth.
   'Hallo, Michael! What can I do for you?'
   'Mr. P. Who is that new girl you hired?'
   'Oh! You mean Amanda. Amanda Hammond. I know her mother, Carol, and so
when Amanda came 'round looking for work, I was more than happy to hire her.
She's a college girl, gonna study kinesiology.'
   'Where is she now?'
   'Oh, she'll be out raking the traps. That's what I usually have her do.
She should be out around the eleventh hole by now. You want to meet... where'd
he go?'
   Phillips shifted his head back and forth, trying to catch Michael, but
he was long departed.
   Michael ran outside of the clubhouse. He glanced around, in thought. He
glanced at the golf carts, no doubt newly recharged, but he shook his head. He
wanted to be casual about things. He decided to take a short cut.
   Michael ran for the sixth hole. The par-3 course was litered with water
hazards, and Michael spent time dodging the water. A golfer yelled 'fore!' and
a ball flew towards him, but he didn't slow down. Michael darted forward with
the ball nearly nicking him.
   'You crazy kid!' yelled the golfer.
   Michael ran through the trees. He dodged past the branches, and lept over
roots. He suddenly fell forwards onto the ground. He got up and brushed himself
off. Nursing the back of his head, he looked at the ground.
   There, on the ground was a small, white sphere. He had tripped over a golf
ball.
   'One of Mr. Litman's!' he cursed. 'Damn bugger never plays them where they
land. Can't golf worth beans!' He turned on his heels, and carefully walked the
rest of the path.
   Michael got through the trees, and ended up at the edge of the twelfth hole,
a par-5 course with three large sand traps and one small water hazard right
before the green. Michael himself had gotten an eagle once while playing the
course at this particular hole, but many golfers bogied out.
   He scanned around, until he found what he had been looking for. In the
largest of the sand pits was Amanda, working with a rough patch of sand. Her rake
was stuck, and she was pulling hard at it, trying to pull it out. She stopped
and breathed out. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, showing off the
peak of her bicep. Her skin was covered in a light coat of sweat.
   Michael paced over across the fairway to the edge of the sand trap. The
dying sun shon behind him, blacking himself out from Amanda's view.
   'Need some help?' Michael called out.
   Amanda turned to look, and squinted, the evening sun blinding her. Michael
walked down into the trap, moving slowly and calmly. He paced near to her, and
she glanced at him. A smile came over her face.
   'Sure. I can't get this rake out.' Amanda said.
   'Let me help. Let's pull it out together.'
   'OK'
   The both grasped the rake handle. Grunting and straining, they both tugged
and pulled, but the rake was kept steady in the ground. They continued to pull
and pull, but the rake would not give.
   'Here,' said Michael, 'we have to try like this!' And with that, he placed
his arms over Amanda's. Grasping her hands, he felt the warm blood flow through
them. His soul sturred within. He felt the contours of her body and the strength
it possessed. Michael lingered over her strong arms, the knotted cords possessing
him.
   Amanda could feel Michael's toned body, and looked gazingly at him. She
turned around and grasped his shoulders. The pair bent their heads against one
another. Feeling each other's sweat was more than either could take. Their lips
found one another and they embraced. Tongue danced with tongue.
   Amanda's hands grapsed Michael's hard body. She kneeded his tight buttox
and pressed her busom against his chest. She wrapped one of her long, hard
muscular legs around his hamstrings.
   Michael felt Amanda's amazing body. His hands felt her hard abdomen. He
grasped her arms and stroked them, feeling her thick bi- and triceps. Michael
used his foot to feel the curvature of her calf muscles.
   Michael reached to the small of Amanda's back and pulled up her t-shirt
over her head. Amanda slowly let the t-shirt slide down her arms. Her breats,
held by a brassire, were full and round. Michael whipped off his shirt and
dropped it on the ground. Amanda rubbed her hands up Michael's chest and
kissed him passionately.
   The pair knelt to the ground, and let passion run its course. They
embraced in a hot rage. The sun began to set...

   The next morning, Amanda got to the course extra early. She was seen
raking the sand trap of the twelfth hole.
   Michael showed up at the course the same time Amanda did...

TO BE CONTINUED.