CHAPTER VIII
Drinking Game II, Electric Boogaloo…

"Sh*t! This is going to be sooo cool!" Merrel said, rubbing his hands together, "I can’t wait to see what you did!"

Gharzia and expanded company stood at watch over the cavern door awaiting the sight of the Black Thorns. The suspense was incredible as they each wondered what was going to come out.

"Are you sure you don’t wanna tell us what you gave them?" Gharzia asked inquisitively.

Old Gerren laughed, "But that would ruin the surprise my dear, I will tell you this much though, Candy should be fine. I was guess that the others weren’t girly enough to drink a pink potion, so I made one of ‘eh a martini…. Shoulda save some of it for myself… now that I think about it…"

"Okay, but one more quick question." Gharzia said, lean over towards Old Gerren, "If Candy or the others recognize you, what will they do?"

Old Gerren froze, "Never thought about that… yeah… they might be a little peeved…" He said stroking his beard, "Probably should do something about that… Hmmm…."

Stepping back Old Gerren clenched his wrinkled fists as a magical energy flowed through him giving himself a soft blue glow. And then the party watched in amazement as the years faded from his features.

Younger Gerren narrowed his eyes as he watched his older self become his younger… "You old bastard! Taking my place are we… Gern?"

Young Gerren laughed, "Only for a short time, Dad, heh heh heh…" He giggled, "While Allia’s fix is permeate, this is only a shell… I’m still having trouble altering my own form… although I must admit I’ve had quite a bit of fun shifting at times!"

Gerren sighed as he immediately knew what his future self has been up to… Oh gods he’s been doing it as a woman… It’s a sick thought… but I know him… err… me… errr… ick.

Ghazia smiled, "So is the transformation physical or of a illusionary disguise?"

Young Gerren smiled, "Physical… very physical, wanna see heh heh heh?" He laughed tugging at the crotch of his robes.

"No, but it’s nice to no if we need someone to wrestle with an ogre we’ve got one!" She said smiling wickedly.

"Oh…" Young Gerren pouted, "Are you sure? How long has it been since you’ve seen another orc? Hmmm?" He smiled again, "I can be anything you need…"

Older Gerren popped his other self in the back of his head, "Now son don’t bother the nice lady now. What would your mother say?" He said, enjoying the moment.

"Wouldn’t you like to know!" Young Gerren laughed.

Older Gerren paused, "You… you… didn’t!"

"Well I was in the area, and correct time period for a change… besides, she is OUR wife…" He laughed, "And someone needs to be taking care of her… wink wink nudge nudge!"

Older Gerren narrowed his eyes, "Why I ought to-"

"Shove it you two!" Gharzia said, "I hear something!"

"Look, the cave!" Merrel said pointing towards a figure. "They’re coming out!"

"Oh really? I always though they were gay…*" the Gerrens joked, muttered under their breath.

Once again the group paused and watched the cave mouth with their collective gazes as they watched the Black Thorns emerge like butterflies after their transformation.

This however, was going to be much cooler!

The first on out was Candy, who ran as fast as her stocky legs could carry her, which wasn’t so bad because her pursuer was much shorter.

"I’m gonna kill you Candy! Slow the Hells down!" The little girl cried out like a chipmunk.

"Who the hell?" Gharzia said, turning to the Gerrens, "Is that… Feniss?"

"Yep!" Young Gerren smiled, "Looks to be about twenty… She’s gonna have to suffer through puberty again!"

"Twenty? She looks to be seven!"

"Different aging rates," Gerren said, looking Gharzia over, "We’re young for a few decades… if you were an elf you might be nursing a kid until ten… not that they’d ever wanna stop!" He smiled.

Gharzia smiled back, "So at this age… she’s too weak to use her bow! Wow! The urge to strangle the life out of her must be tough!"

Both Gerrens nodded in unison.

"But still, you guys can’t! It wouldn’t be right… even… in her case…" Gharzia said slowly, "And selling her to a brothel is also wrong… funny… but wrong!"

"Oh come on Gharzia! Think of it, a Puritan Priestess that’s of legal age, but has the body of a twenty-year-old! Do you know how much we could get from the right perverts?" Young Gerren said. "We could be set for life if we found the right man with the right kinks and a ton of gold…"

Gharzi bit into her lip, trying to force herself to say ‘no’, but as luck would have it a suitable distraction came up.

"Ah, it’s just the ogres… and they don’t look any different!" Merrel bitched as the huge mountains of muscle lumbered out, one moved a bit faster than the other did though, and looked worried.

"NO Dorgu! No! No NO! The one in the lead bellowed.

"Yeah, but weren’t they both male?" Akiyo said, leaning down to the dwarf.

"Hey yeah!" Merrel said, "Brothers I think!"

Together they then watched the lead ogre run, with huge mountainous breasts that bounced with every step. And unlike the other one, this one had no ‘bulge’ to be seen.

"Oh bugger…"

"NO DORGU! NO F*CK! NO! NO! NO!" Ragu shouted, trying to step over Candy and Feniss, as she ran.

Dorgu merely kept up the pass following behind, drooling all the while. "Come here ba-bee! Dorgu like you smell!"

Meanwhile Feniss had Candy on the ground and a pounding away with her tiny fist. Candy, beneath forty pounds of armor and a hundred or more pounds of soft fat just kept giggling.

"I will kill you!" The high-pitched voice screamed.

"Okay… heh heh heh that just tickles though… heh heh heh!" Candy squealed.

"ENOUGH!" A shrill voice echoed from the cave, "I don’t want to hear if from any of you!" Thorn screamed with her helium voice, "you think you all have it rough… Candy… I want to speak to you…" She continued, emerging from the cave.

Behind her was Sable, was muttering only Gharzia could hear, and she wasn’t too happy either… "You think you got it rough…"

"She’s blue!" Merrel said slack jawed.

"Incredibly blue!" Akiyo added.

And she was. From head to toe, flesh to hair, and so on Thorn’s pigmentation was indiglowing** as every square inch of her body was a varying shade of cyan, blue, indigo, or teal… And if Gharzia did what she had always wanted to do, namely cut her head off and shove it up her ass they would find even more blue colored stuff… everywhere…

"Wow, look at her cheeks! They’re becoming purple!" Ghazria pointed and laughed. Everyone then joined in with her, except for Puppy, who is colorblind and didn’t get it.

Thorn fumed with rage as she stormed out of the cave towards Candy. Behind her, Sable walked sheepishly, weighed down by her new found attributes… Namely a matching set to Gharzia’s.

"What the hells?" Gharzia said, turning to Gerren.

"What can I say, I like what it’s done to you… and I thought I’d just spread the cheer…" He said slyly. "And I must say the brown fur really makes them look extra squishy!"

Merrel popped up between them, "Way to go Gern! You old bastard!" He said giving the drow a hearty pat on the back, one that he wouldn’t have been able to survive if he had taken the younger from, "Got anymore of the stuff? Allia might be getting jealous!" He laughed.

"I am not!" Allia contradicted, however when no one was watching she had already undone a few of the ties to her bustier’ showing off just a little more of what she had to offer… "I’m not that vain!" She added, unconsciously arching her back. "Besides those things would snap my spine!"

"Not really Allia, they’re actually quite light!" Gharzia said lifting hers up and giving them a jiggle. Which caught the eyes of all the men in the party. "Must be the magic of something, but my back feels fine… not to mention… they feel quite nice" She said amost breathlessly.

Allia narrowed her eyes as the guys shifted their attention and drool. "………………….."

Meanwhile Thorn continued to yell at Candy, with Feniss at her side, giving the appropriate nods and yes’s… While the ogres ran around and Sable just stood there, unsure of what to do… or at least unsure of what she could do in public…

"And when we get back to town you’re going to find the guy who sold you those potions so we give him the ‘treatment’***!" Thorn said trying to sound dramatic and vengeful , and then she noticed that they were not alone…

*Fenwick’s Notes: Not that there’s anything wrong with that, however none of the Black Thorns go that way. Although there are stories about Sable and this barmaid back in Norport when she got really plastered in a tavern and ended up… well… it’s nothing… go back to the story you pervert! Besides, if they were don’t you think they’d be the ‘Pink Thorns’?

**Fenwick’s Notes: Okay… I’ll admit it ‘indiglowing’ is not a word, but I think it helps to illuminate the description!

***Fenwick’s Notes: The ‘Treatment’ is what Thorn considers to be the intimate form of vengeance/interrogation/fun thing to do to people… It is a very carefully conciliated and meticulous form of tortures she devised over a particularly boring summer. Which involves all manners of torture, from the physical to the mental… using any blunt object larger than her arm, fifteen sharp and pointy somethings, twenty-seven feet of bailing wire, four heavy weights of varying size, sixteen small rocks… and…. a cup of urine… Number of times she’s performed this: 0

Fenwick's Notes: Do to an excess of space still remaining on this page I just thought I'd take the time and say 'HI!', as well as thank you for reading the story this far! Thanks! If you have any comments or suggestions feel free to share them with me at dfenwick@hotmail.com… I would very much enjoy hearing from you… because I have no life and get really lonely a lot… But I digress… Again, thank you and please continue to read 'The Drinking Game'!