A Potion Gone Wrong

by L M Gregory

  Who were the barbarians?

  The humming shifted again. Slower. Deeper.

  The hands withdrew from my body. I whimpered. Why? Come back! Please?

  I felt a weight over me. His legs between mine.

  Something hard pressed against my pussy.

  "Yes," I whispered.

  Big. It was big. So big. Every person and species seemed unique regarding their sex. The orcs' tradition helped bring me to an arousal I'd never imagined before. Their humming was so unique I couldn't even have imagined it before experiencing it. Who knew sounds could penetrate so deeply into one's pleasure centers?

  The humming built to a crescendo. My body tightened. Yes. Yes. Yes.

  The humming stopped. Just stopped. I whimpered again. Tried to lift my hips, but hands I hadn’t even noticed held me down. Silence, even the breathing of the orcs seemed to hover. I stopped breathing. What was happening?

  Sound exploded back. A harsh tone. Grunting, but musical

  A thrust.

  I was filled. Stretched. I cried out, and it almost seemed to harmonize with the grunts of the orcs. Maybe the voice of a female orc would match better. It was enough for me though. And the man fucking me apparently. He thrust in time to the music.

  We soared together.

  Higher, as the grunting music rose.

  Higher, with each thrust.

  My cries mixed, blended with the music.

  A finger, his? Or someone else’s? Touched me. Between my legs. On my clit.

  I screamed my pleasure.

  The grunting increased in pace, deeper, guttural. The hands released my hips to move with my lover. Deeper. Faster. The sounds grew. Mine. Theirs. All mixed together in a sound that made me wish I'd taken the time to use magic to record the kaleidoscope of sounds. But I knew I'd never forget the feelings, the sounds, or the scents. They would be with me forever.

  Music reached a high. Paused. And crashed into a series of grunts just as I came. My cries reached such a level I later wondered how Anna hadn't come running. Maybe she had, but I missed it. There was no way I would have noticed anything as the rhythmic grunts, matched by my lovers’ thrusts, brought me to orgasm over and over.

  When they finally slowed, I almost cried out in despair. I wanted more. But had it continued, I think I would have lost myself. Is this really how the orcs had sex every time? It seemed like a lot. But... lucky orcs.

  The musical sounds drifted off into a silence. Only my own breathing and that of my lover kept the tent from being truly quiet.

  When our breaths finally returned to a softer sound, the orc slid off me.

  What now? Should I gather the semen as I'd come for? Just as I felt I needed to act, the humming returned. Soft. Gentle. The touches returned. They were starting over? They were starting over!

  I let my mind and body slide into the bliss of the ritual.

  I lost myself and never was happier.

  Chapter 10: Friends Forever

  The night blurred into pleasure. I couldn't remember any single orc beyond the first, but by the time I went to sleep, I'd been pleasured beyond anything I'd experienced or thought to experience.

  Could I really give this up?

  Could a man's body match it? The orcs had rotated through, at least I assume they did as their cocks felt different, but I'd been there the entire time. Taking orc after orc, load after load. Semen and my own wetness had flowed onto my thighs, onto the furs beneath me. I'd have no trouble getting orc semen.

  A part of me didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to. For one, I did need to finish my apprenticeship, assuming my master let me back in. That was not a given. I'd have to tell him what happened, and his misogyny didn't bode well for my future career as a wizard. I'd learned a lot already, but without support of the Wizard's Guild, I'd be relegated to a hedge wizard. Driven away from wherever "real" wizards traveled. That wasn't the future I wanted.

  And if I stayed a woman? That would be even worse. I didn't think there were laws against being a woman and a wizard. But having never seen or heard such a thing except in the oldest of texts, I suspected the Guild did something... evil. Could I be a part of that? If I wanted change, I'd have to.

  I sighed. Shifting on the furs. I hurt. It was a happy, good hurt, but still a deep ache that I'd feel for a long time. Orcs were not small lovers, though they were gentle ones. Maybe that was the point of the music.

  "Are you hungry?" a rumbling voice asked.

  I opened my eyes. The tent was empty except for one orc. The Sub-Patriarch if I remembered correctly. My memory was good. To be a wizard, you needed excellent recall, or you'd risk blowing things up. Well, blowing things up was inevitable, but a good memory helped reduce that.

  My stomach growled. "Yes."

  The orc smiled. "Dress and come outside. We are breakfasting."

  I nodded my thanks. A light sheet covered me. The orc stared. A blush spread across my face. A grin across his.

  "I'd heard human females were shy, but based on your behavior, I thought that had to be a mistake."

  I flushed more.

  "I've seen everything you have to offer. Your almost orcish in your curves."

  Was that... a compliment? "Err, thanks."

  He nodded with a grin but didn't seem inclined to leave.

  I sighed and pushed the sheet off. My clothes were neatly stored to the side of the tent. They even looked cleaner than when I'd taken them off. Weird.

  As if noticing my thoughts, the Sub-Patriarch said, "The Matriarch had your clothes cleaned."

  I paused with my hand on the clothes. That was something I hadn't considered. How would the females in the band feel? There weren't that many, based on what I'd seen, but would they be upset at my having taken their males?

  Or did the lack of apparent jealousy apply to the female of the species too?

  There was a saying within the wizard community, "A smart wizard experiences new things and learns. A wise wizard considers what he'll learn before he tries." It was said to explain why younger wizards were always getting into trouble.

  Was I in trouble? I hadn't stopped to think about the consequences of getting the orc semen I needed. There hadn't seemed to be any issue with the elves, but their sexual rituals were very different. Not even close to the same. Though sex with either was wonderful.

  Still. I wasn't sure how often I could take the orc version. Was it incredible sex beyond anything I suspected I'd ever feel again? Yeah. But like rich food, there was only so much you could take. And it would be some time before I thought I could come back to the orcs.

  I shook my head. Not that it mattered. I didn't intend to be a woman for much longer. Just one more collection. One I didn't even want to think about. Of the intelligent human-like creatures, trolls were the most bestial. Then again, I'd thought the same about the orcs. Should I keep assuming the troll collection would be the same?

  I sighed and gathered my clothing. "Please thank the Matriarch for me."

  The Sub-Patriarch nodded.

  Before I dressed, I took out several vials and collected the fruits of my labor. There was so much cum, I didn't even have enough vials to collect it all. If I couldn't get back into my master's good graces, I could make a living just selling the semen. While not as valuable as troll cum, orc semen still appeared to have a profitable margin if I read the sample notes right.

  Once dressed, I nodded at my guide, who led me out of the tent into the warming dawn.

  I didn't see Anna until later, as we prepared to leave. She looked as tired as I felt. Odd. Unless the orc men had rotated between us... A flush crossed my face. Had I shared my men with Anna? And maybe the female orcs? Had it been a camp wide orgy? I hadn't heard any openings of the tent door, but I'd been pretty out of it once the sex got going. Anyone could have left and come back, and I doubt I would have heard a thing.

  Anna stared at me. Almost daring me to say anything. I looked away. Before I did, I noticed she had a bundle that she had not had
before we left. Had she traded for something?

  Her hair was a tangle of messy, red curls, unlike anything I'd seen from her. Running a hand through my own hair made me think my own curls likely matched hers. Maybe she had been in the orgy.

  A throat cleared before I could say anything, and I turned to see the Patriarch and a lot of male orcs surrounding him in a semi-circle. All facing me. Anna stepped to the side. The Patriarch bowed. "We wish to thank you for the mating ritual." He grinned. "You would make a fabulous orc woman."

  Chuckles spread through the circle of orc men. I sighed but bowed back. "Thank you. Not only did you deliver the ingredient I needed in great quantity, but you provided me with pleasure I cannot say I will ever experience again." I dared not look at Anna. Thankfully, in her form, I had long hair, so she might not have noticed the bright red of the back of my neck.

  "You can experience it any time you like. Just seek us out."

  "Err. Thank you."

  One by one, the orcs approached me for a quick nose rub and to grab a feel of my breasts. By the time the last one approached, I was ready to chuck the whole mission aside and go for another night in the camp. But the orcs were breaking their camp. It didn't look like round two would be coming. My body regretted that. Mostly.

  Anna glanced at me as we left camp, a mischievous smile on her face. "So, you got what you needed?"

  "I did," I said. I walked with my eyes locked forward and back straight.

  She grunted a sound that suspiciously resembled the grunts from the night before. "Good."

  "Did you know what would happen?"

  She flashed a smile at me. "I have heard of their... traditions before. But I wasn't positive."

  "So, last night... you too?"

  This time she flushed. "Not exactly." The tone left no room for more questions about that.

  But what could she mean?

  I shrugged. "Did you buy something from them?" I asked instead of pushing.

  "Something," she agreed.

  "You're not going to tell me?"

  The smile she turned my way appeared halfway between the earlier mischievous one and the smile I imagined an evil wizard would give right before destroying the hero. "I think you'll find out."

  The walk home was long, so eventually we talked. But of my predicament and the village in general. Not of what happened the night before. It seemed to suit both of us.

  We arrived as the apprentices and journeymen of the village broke off their work. I had a cloak with a hood I pulled up, it was a little warm for that, but two Anna’s walking around would draw attention and questions I wasn’t ready for.

  "Come on," Anna said. "Tom should be waiting for us."

  It was odd. In addition to becoming a woman, I seemed to have gained a friend in Anna. I knew that Tom and Anna hadn't been partners until recently. Maybe even the Revival Night. So why had we all become closer? Was it me being a woman? Or had something else happened?

  We arrived at the consultation building to a note. Left on the table in the back room, I read it carefully.

  John, you're falling behind on the villagers' needs. Some came to my tower today and interrupted an important experiment. If I must come to town, I'm going to be very cross. Do your job apprentice!

  Anna grabbed the note from my limp fingers.

  "He didn't even notice you were missing?"

  I sighed. "I don't know. Maybe? Sometimes I think he notices nothing; other times he seems to notice everything. I really don't know."

  "What are you going to do?"

  "I'll have to take a day to catch up with the villagers' aches and pains."

  "You don't think they'll find it a little odd when I'm doing the work?" Anna said while gesturing to our shared bodies.

  I sighed. Whispering a few words under my breath, I wiggled my fingers in a complex pattern. A flash of light followed. When her eyes cleared, Anna gasped and took a step back.

  "John?" she asked.

  "Sort of," I said. My voice even sounded right. "It's an illusion. Actual transformation requires too much power to manage without an aide like a potion. For me anyway."

  "Some wizards can transform at will?"

  I shrugged. "Most wizards get more powerful as they age. There are also other ways to become even more powerful. Though those are the last things taught before becoming a journey-wizard. I wasn't far from that stage."

  "Too bad you didn't wait to try your experiment until then."

  I glared at her. She just grinned back.

  "I have an experiment of my own I want to try," she said. "The female orcs wouldn't let me fully try it." For some reason, she flushed.

  "What are you talking about?"

  In a seeming change of subject, she asked. "Did you know that in each orc band there is a female shaman of equal level to their male one?"

  I shrugged. "There is something about that in the writings. Most wizards seem to dismiss the idea as fanciful since women can't use magic." I thought I said the last with enough sarcasm.

  "What? Women can't be wizards? I thought it was just the male wizards being assholes."

  "I think it is," I said. "Judging by own experience. Though it's possible I'm a male soul in a female body. Some wizards speculate that magic comes from the soul."

  "Do you believe that?"

  I hesitated. "I don't know. I think I am as female as you. But does the body shape the mind and soul? Or does the soul shape the body and mind? I just don't know."

  "Maybe it's all poppycock."

  "That's possible too."

  "What's poppycock?" Tom's suddenly piped in.

  I let out a small squeal. I hadn't heard him come back. Heat flushed my cheeks as I remembered what we'd done before I left.

  There was no way I'd ever forget the orc orgy. As pure pleasure, I couldn't imagine surpassing it. That didn't mean it diminished other forms of sex. Such as what Tom and I had done.

  "Good, you're here!" Anna said. "I have something I wanted to try."

  "What?" Tom asked, he grabbed an apple from the table and bit into it.

  "This," Anna said. Earlier she'd disappeared for a few minutes. Returning without her package. I assumed she'd taken it home or something.

  But when she disrobed with a shrug of her shoulders, I realized she most definitely had not taken it home. And I knew what it was.

  A cock.

  A big, thick, cock.

  Tom dropped his apple.

  * * *

  "That's what you bought from the orcs?" I asked, intrigued.

  A muttered spell sent a probe outward to touch Anna. Ah. It wasn't a cock in the literal sense, but a device that magically interfaced with her body. Brilliant! Magic connected it to her clit, she'd feel anything that happened to the artificial cock. It was quite the amazing level of magic. I wasn't sure I saw how it could be done, but maybe with enough time and study, I could duplicate it.

  More, the cock seemed to have something resembling flesh and the ability to expand to an erect state, something it was doing the more Tom and I stared.

  Hold on. I probed deeper. The cock wasn’t just interfacing with Anna, it interfaced with her magic. Magic the other wizards said a woman couldn’t have. But Anna did.

  I paused in my thoughts.

  Why was I analyzing Anna's new cock?

  Because it was a fascinating magical construct, but why had my thoughts run to how it worked rather than wondering why I didn't have one? As a man, it would make sense for me to want one when in a woman's body. At least I'd temporarily have my cock back.

  A wicked smile crossed Anna's lips. "You like?"

  "I do," I whispered before I could stop myself.

  She laughed. Turning to Tom, she asked, "What do you think?"

  "I'm not sure."

  "But would you let me put it in your butt?" she asked, swinging her hips at Tom.

  Tom turned crimson.

  "Maybe you should work up to that," I suggested.

  Anna laughed. "What a
bout you? Can I use it on you?"

  Ugh! A wizard's curiosity was going to get me into such trouble. But I nodded.

  Anna stepped forward. Into my space.

  We kissed.

  Soft at first.

  Then with more eagerness.

  Behind me, I could feel Tom's eyes burning against my skin. Anna was naked, but I still wore my dress. Why not give Tom what he wanted? I glanced over my shoulder to wink at my friend, then, with Anna's help, stripped.

  While a casual glance would make anyone think they saw double, Anna and I were not in fact, doubles. I'd come to think that the spell which had created my body had only used hers as a framework. In fact, I had started to think I might look more like my own sister than Anna. I'd just never noticed that Anna looked a lot like my family, but with paler skin and redder hair.

  Likely, my own desires had duplicated that, while shifting me. After all, I had been going for a more exotic look by trying to copy Tom's physique. It made sense that the spell, confused by my commands not matching the spell components, had instead pulled what it could.

  Which made Anna and I accidental doppelgangers. Nothing more.

  But that little bit of duplication seemed to have blown Tom's mind. He couldn't look away as Anna and I stood next to each other, staring at him. I giggled and glanced at Anna. She looked back with a grin.

  "When he's regained his stunned mind, do you think you could handle both of us?'

  "Both of you?" I glanced at Tom; his cock had grown to stretch his tights. Anna's fake cock had come fully erect.

  Where would they go?

  Oh. She'd teased Tom with taking his ass. I suspected what gay men did together, once I’d thought about it for a moment. It didn't take much of a stretch to realize nothing stopped a man and a woman from doing the same. But two men? I shuddered just thinking about it, a sensational shudder that was pure bliss. Even if it wasn't two men, one man and one woman with an artificial cock would do just fine.