Geez, I hate it when I have to leave for any length of time.
Something weird always happens, then I'm the last to know.
Anyway, I got a fair number of responses last time, but many said
they'd never seen the first two parts. Well, here's part one, and
part's two and three are in the next post. These are revised, but still
not perfect. Like practice, C&C makes perfect.
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Two Types of Liars.
Chapter one.
Somewhere in the untamed wilds of China, a young Chinese man smiled at his
latest two victims, err, customers. He was dressed in the traditional outfit
for his post, a dumpy little communist outfit. This was one of the requirements
of being the Jusenkyo Guide. The huge grin on his face was not a requirement,
it was just a fringe benefit. He loved this job, so much that he�d arranged an
accident for the previous guy to hurry the process along.
�Honored customer! We soon be training ground Jusenkyo!� {Why don�t you
take a quick dip and let me take a Polaroid?} he continued in Chinese. This was
not because he didn�t speak much Japanese. In fact, he probably spoke Japanese
better than the two in front of him.
The younger of the two turned to his father. �Yo, Pops, why are we going
here again?�
Genma grunted at his son. �It�s an ancient legendary training ground. I
found out about it in the oldest of texts.�
Ranma peered dubiously into the mists. �So it�s old, so what.�
�Quit complaining boy. I swear, you whine like a girl.�
Ranma grumbled something under his breath and seriously considered hitting
the old man.
It didn�t take but an hour of hiking along the mountain paths before they
entered a small valley, well hidden by the surrounding peaks. The view was less
than spectacular, obscured as it was by the morning mist.
The Guide nervously pulled out a small jar of Vaseline and rubbed some all
over his exposed skin. It may just be mist, he reasoned, but there�s no sense
taking chances.
Genma and Ranma looked at him oddly. He shrugged and babbled something in
Chinese.
A short while later they descended below the mist and were able to look at
the valley floor. A small group of pools lay clustered in the center of the
valley, short bamboo poles sticking out at odd angles.
The guide adjusted the strap of his backpack and repressed a shudder. He
had risked a very unpleasant dip in those pools when he had arranged those
poles.
As a Guide though, he was considered beneficial to Jusenkyo and was at
less risk. He knew perfectly well that the valley needed him, and in many ways
felt a kinship with the spirit.
That�s not to say he would relish a bath though.
Genma eyed the bamboo and judged it as fresh enough to have not suffered
from rot. He waved at Ranma. �This is where the old masters used to train. We
spar from the tops of those poles.�
Ranma shrugged.
The guide cleared his throat to get their attention. When they looked
around he made a rather detailed guess at their family lineage in Chinese and
waved for them to follow him. He walked very carefully to the center of the
group of pools. (Oh yes, just follow the guide. He knows all about the cursed
springs of Jusenkyo. Nearly thirty pools, each with it�s own tragic history and
it�s own terribly funny price for falling in. Ah, here we go. I�ve never seen
anyone fall in here. This should be good.)
He stopped and gestured at a particularly large pool. {Spring of drowned
large breasted woman. Who wants to swim?}
Genma set down his pack and Ranma did the same. The guide franticly dug
through his own backpack and brought out a photographer�s camera.
Genma picked a pole and jumped for it, easily clearing 10 feet of open
water and seven feet of vertical to land lightly on the top. Only to fall that
seven feet into the water as the pole just happened to snap under his weight.
Genma quickly struggled to the edge of the water and stood up sputtering.
Then she looked down and felt of her new chest.
The guide took a couple of quick pictures.
Genma had been transformed into a woman. And what a woman! She was about
five feet six, long brown hair, a few years younger than Genma was normally, and
had the biggest rack any of them had ever seen. They were so huge that they had
burst the top of his gi and were now open for the world to see.
The guide took a few more pictures of Genma�s rather shocked face for his
own collection.
�Wha... Wha... WHAT?� Ranma exclaimed, backing up in confusion and
surprise. Only to trip over the backpack the guide had so inconsiderately sat
down behind him.
*splash*
Ranma scrambled out nearly as fast as he went in, causing the guide to
dodge water as he spun around, but it was too late.
Ranma tore open her shirt *flash* and looked in *flash* in horror. She
looked straight at the guide, red hair and water streaming down her cheeks.
*flash* �NO! NO!�
*flash* (Nice one, caught the anguished look perfectly.)
She turned to her female father, still stupidly staring at her breasts.
�This is all your fault!�
*flash* (Oooh, anger! Very nice! Give it to me baby, show me you want
it!)
Ranma jumped at Genma and proceeded to kick her a few times before she
threw her off. Genma, being basically a coward, ran from the murderous look in
her son�s eyes.
*flash* (YEAH BABY! Action! Adventure! Nudity!) The guide finished
off the entire roll of film as the two half naked girls ran out of sight.
***************
It didn�t take very long before they returned, although Ranma was
unconscious and slung over Genma�s shoulder.
The guide had set up a video camera on a tripod a little distance away
and had built a fire. He was in the process of making a pot of coffee and had
already lit up a cigarette. He looked up at them. {Was it good for you too?}
he said, and snickered.
Genma threw Ranma down by the fire, waking her up.
�Where do you get off getting mad at me, boy? It ain�t my fault you fell
in.�
Ranma shook her head groggily and glared at Genma. �It�s always your
fault you stupid old man! What gave you the bright idea to train HERE anyway?�
�The book recommended it! Don�t blame me! I didn�t know this was gonna
happen! That�s what the guide is for!�
Ranma glared at the guide, who held up his hands and babbled on in
Chinese. He turned back to Genma. �Why didn�t you hire one that spoke
something other than Chinese?�
Genma waved at the guide, creating waves of a different type, and shouted,
�I did! At least, I thought I did! The travel agency must have lied!�
�There you go old man, blaming someone for something that was your
fault!�
�Oh shut up. Let�s see if there�s a cure.� She turned to the guide
expectantly, although she had to readjust when she overshot her mark.
The guide had been waiting for this, the best part. He walked a thin line
though, so had to feign ignorance a bit. {What?} he asked them.
Genma sighed and reached for her pack. The guide had dragged them to the
fire earlier. After a little digging she found a Japanese/Chinese phrasebook.
{Cure?}
The guide looked at the book and smacked his head. He pulled a phrasebook
of his own out and flipped through it for a bit, mumbling under his breath.
Finally, he looked up into the expectant faces of his audience. Faking a sad
expression, he said, �Can reverse, no cure.�
Both of them sagged. (No cure, I�m stuck like this! Waah!) After a few
minutes they composed themselves and returned their attention to the guide who
was waiting patiently.
�Last short time, have to do again,� he said, holding his hands close
together to emphasize the short time. �Day annh...� he waved his hand up and
down.
�Well? What is it?� Ranma barked.
The guide grinned and pumped his fist in and out in the general vicinity
of his crotch in a gesture almost universally recognized by males everywhere.
�Huh? What are you talking about?� asked Ranma. Genma had slapped a hand
over her face and was covering her eyes in embarrassment.
�Son, he means you�re supposed to fly solo.�
�What? You�re not making any sense.� Ranma had a very confused
expression on her face.
Genma sighed. (It�s my fault, I suppose. Should have said something
earlier.) �Son, you�re supposed to play with yourself. You know, choke your
chicken?�
Realization was starting to dawn in Ranma�s eyes but it was a slow
process.
�You polish the knob, son.�
Ranma colored. �But... But... How am I supposed to do that without being
a guy?�
Genma froze. (He does have a point...) They both turned to see the guide
grinning like an idiot and holding out a beige rod shaped object to Genma, who
took it with all the enthusiasm of someone accepting a dead fish.
Genma looked at the guide with a mixture of resignation and faint hope
that it wasn�t what he was indicating.
The guide bobbed his head in encouragement. �Get off, turn to man. The
better it feel the longer it take turn back to girl.�
Genma closed her eyes and quickly ran through every curse word she knew.
The guide leered at Ranma�s lithe body and looked through his backpack
again. He gave a little �Ah� noise and pulled out a somewhat larger rod, maybe
ten inches long, covered in little bumps, and handed it to Ranma.
Ranma looked at it suspiciously. �What�s this?� He examined it briefly
and accidentally hit the little switch on the bottom. She dropped it with a
squeak when it buzzed in her hand.
Genma jumped at the noise, but kept her eye�s squeezed shut.
The guide was doing his best not to fall over laughing, but it was a
losing battle.
�Son, that�s what girls use to umm...�
�What?�
�Err...�
�You mean...?�
�Err, yeah. Sorry.�
�Umm, could we, ah, maybe... Trade?�
****************
Ranma wasn�t exactly someone that used many curse words, and when he did
it was usually only in some sort of extreme situation, like the fallout from one
of his father�s failed schemes.
Ranma swore an oath so vile he startled himself. The guide jumped a bit
too.
The guide examined the young fool. After a moments thought he appeared to
come to a decision. He pulled a small booklet out of one of the side pockets
of his pack and handed it to Ranma.
Ranma took a look at the cover and found that it was indeed written in
Japanese, it was apparently an owner�s manual to something called a... Hold it!
She quickly opened it and flipped a few pages. She scanned the page, or, more
importantly, the detailed diagram on the page. Her pigtail rose straight into
the air.
�Good yes? Best they have!�
Ranma wiped a thin trickle of blood from her nose and quickly shut the
booklet, stuffing it in her pack along with that other item.
(I�ve gotta go and,) he just couldn�t finish the thought. (Why did this
havta happen ta me? What�d I do to deserve this? Damn old man, shoulda learned
Chinese.) Ranma continued to sit nervously by the campsite, waiting for Genma
to come back. It had been agreed that Genma would be the one to figure out if
the guide was lying or not, although they both had a sinking feeling that he
wasn�t. Twist a man�s arm enough and he�ll usually tell the truth.
Genma hadn�t been to keen on being the guinea pig, but Ranma had been very
insistent. Twist a man�s arm enough and he�ll usually see reason as well.
It had been nearly an hour and Genma still hadn�t came back. Ranma was
getting impatient. Then she realized what she was getting impatient about and
started really wishing that his Dad would take all the time he needed.
As if on cue, Genma walked back into camp slowly. He kept his head bowed
low and refused to meet anyone�s gaze, not that Ranma was trying to meet his.
He was indeed male.
Ranma cried.
This was enough to break Genma out of his funk though. �What�s a matter
with you boy? You�re crying like a weak little girl! Take it like a man!�
�But I can�t take it like a man! Guy�s don�t do this kind of thing!�
Genma drew himself up to his full height. �Would you rather be stuck as a
girl for the rest of your life? Huh? Speak up!�
�No, but,� Ranma protested, wiping at her eyes.
�No but�s! If you don�t change back into a boy you�re no son of mine! My
son would let so little a thing as this stop him from gaining his true form!�
�You�d be surprised...� Ranma mumbled.
Genma ignored this and continued ranting. �Now get yourself up, get out
there and see what you�re made of!�
Ranma reluctantly stood and walked off to find some privacy.
The guide clapped enthusiastically, almost prompting Genma to take a bow
before he realized what he�d sent his son off to do. (Oh, just kill me now!)
Ranma quailed inside in the face of the task set before him, err, her.
(Why? WHY? WHY! Aww, man! This sucks! This is so embarrassing!)
�Alright, let�s get this over with.� Ranma found that she�d walked along
the path leading back up the mountain, one that overlooked the valley. She
pushed up through the underbrush until she found a relatively secluded spot away
from the trail.
�Hoookay... lets see here...�
Ranma gingerly opened her shirt and felt of her breast. It was firm under
her touch, but she wasn�t aroused. She touched her left nipple and felt it grow
hard under her touch. She squeezed it and cursed. �Damn! That hurt!� Well,
it didn�t really, but she knew she didn�t like it.
Deciding to turn her attention to the root of the problem as it were,
Ranma sought a likely looking tree and sat down next to it, completely
forgetting
about such trivial concerns as hiding in the bushes.
She worked her pants down around her knees and sat there a bit,
contemplating the nature of the universe. (Why does everything bad always
happen to me?)
Ranma looked down at her boxer shorts, knowing full well that if she
removed them she�d have to go ahead and, well, DO it.
*sigh* �No time like the present, I guess.� She quickly shimmied her
shorts down, and before she could have second thoughts, actually they�d have
been the 156th thoughts, but who�s counting?, stuck one finger deep inside her
recent acquisition.
�NAHHGG!�
That same finger exited far more quickly than it had went in and those
shorts and pants went up at much the same speed.
Ranma jumped to her feet and paced back and forth with her arms wrapped
around herself. �I can�t do it! I just can�t do it!� She hugged herself
tightly and paced up and down the trail. �Awww....� She shuddered at the
thought. �Being a girl ain�t so bad! No problem! I can just not change back!
Yeah! That�s it! Pops�ll just have to get used to it.� With this thought
firmly set in mind she set back off down the trail.
About fifteen minutes later she was back and armed.
�Stupid damned old fart! Be a man, oh, sure, easy for him to say. He�s
already got it over with. Grrr...�
Ranma walked back to the same tree and sat down, viciously yanking at her
pants and boxer shorts while she ranted. She wasn�t really even aware of her
hands activities as they angrily flipped the switch and shoved a little less
than 3 inches of vibrating molded plastic in the same place where about two
inches of much slimmer finger had nearly caused her to renounce her manhood.
�HAAAAAHH HAH HAAAH! NnnaAH aH AH!� She quickly pulled it back out and
bent double, clutching at her crotch. Moans gave way to ragged breathing as she
slowly brought herself under control. �God damn! That really hurt!�
The persistent buzz of the vibrator gradually crept in on her awareness.
She grabbed it in both hands and prepared to break it in half, but slowly
relaxed her grip. She found it amazingly hard to be really pissed off when the
damn thing just kept shaking like that.
She thought back to one of the pages in the booklet, and, slowly this
time, lowered the little buzzer to a few inches below her navel. She let it
rest lightly on her skin, allowing it to quiver under the little bumps.
Slowly, twice bitten finally shy, Ranma let the tip drift lower, feather
light on her skin, towards the small patch of red hair. She bit her tongue in
concentration as she guided it even lower, her whole body starting to tremble as
it drifted over the hair.
Little beads of sweat popped out on her brow from the strain. She wiped
at her eyes with one hand and then used it to steady her trembling other hand,
which was probably doing a better job of vibrating than the vibrator itself.
So intent on her work was she that she didn�t even notice the approach of
the bandanna clad figure. Truth be told, he didn�t notice much other than a
strange buzzing in the air, intent as he was on his on little daydream of
vengeance. He just chalked it up to a really big mosquito.
Finally, the tip was there. Right there. At the entrance. All she need
to do was push it in. Here we go now. Any second now, then back to being a
guy.
The tip started wandering a bit, away from the gap.
Be great to be a guy again wouldn�t it? Even if only for a while. This
is what it�s all about. �WAAAHG!�
(Whoa! What the hell was that!) The tip, in it�s wanderings, had brushed
across the top of a little bump down there. (That�s the stuff!)
Ranma eagerly pressed the vibrator against the nub and arched her back
involuntarily. �AhhhhHH OW!� She moved the pressure point over a bit so that
she just barely touched it and lay the length of the vibrator along her body,
slowly rubbing it up and down. �Ahhh, ahhh!� She tried quickly passing it over
from one side to the other. �Ahhh! Ahhhh... OOOH!� Her hips bucked
involuntarily on that one. (Try that again!) �OOOH!�
The sudden screech almost in his ear alerted his finely honed martial
artist senses to the fact that he wasn�t alone. He spun and saw that he was
actually in the company of a girl.
A girl with her pants down and a buzzing THING that she was rubbing
across... �Guurk!� Ryoga hastily clamped on hand over his nose to stop the
bleeding and stumbled backwards to give her some privacy. (I can�t believe...!
Ahhh!) Ryoga was actually experiencing something very close to an epileptic
fit, as all of the neurons in his brain were firing pretty much at random.
He was so out of touch with reality that he didn�t even notice that he�d
fell over a cliff until he smacked into the water below. And then Ryoga as we
know him was no more, at least for a little while.
Back at the top of the cliff, Ranma was at the top of a peak. She
couldn�t help it and screamed a low ragged moan. It was over all too quickly
and left her laying spent, leaned against the tree.
Then IT happened. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she realized she wasn�t
a she anymore. �All right!�
Ranma quickly hopped up and pulled his pants up, barely remembering to
grab the help as he practically danced down the path, totally oblivious to the
fate of the poor guy that fell off the cliff.
(Man am I ever glad THAT�S over with.)
He didn�t exactly get the hero�s welcome though.
�What took you? We heard the scream, decided to stick around and enjoy
yourself? Come on, we�re burning daylight!�
Ranma colored as he grabbed his pack, stuffing the vibrator under some
clothes in the bottom.
�Where is that guide?� asked Genma, impatient to get on the road and
away from the source of embarrassment.
�I dunno, I thought he was with you.�
�He heard a splash and went to check on it. He should be back by now.�
The Jusenkyo guide walked up and, seeing that they both were packed and
ready to go, grabbed his camera�s and backpack. He lead the way out of the
valley, towards the next location marked on his map.
****************
�Whoa...� breathed Ranma-chan.
Beside her, Genma-chan nodded agreement.
�That�s incredible!�
�Village of Chinese Amazon Nuns. Very nice.� {And very dangerous,} the
guide finished under his breath. {Nutcases, all of them.}
�That�s one big church!�
Again, Genma nodded agreement.
The village looked to be about half vegetable garden, one quarter huts,
and the rest was taken up by a huge gothic church that actually looked bigger
than it was because of the way the rest of the town looked like an extension of
it�s walls.
They were met at the outskirts of town by a pair of men in brown robes,
holding spears. A Chinese nun stepped out to greet them.
{State your business or leave.}
Okay, so it wasn�t exactly a friendly greeting.
The guide was on his best behavior, bowing low and gesturing for the two
temporary women to do the same. {We are weary travelers, we seek a place to
stay for the night.}
The nun glanced at the two women in men�s clothes and seemed slightly
affronted, but politely beckoned them to follow. {Come, you will be shown a
room. The ladies may follow me.}
Ignorant as they were of the language, Ranma and Genma nevertheless
figured out the meaning without the guide�s help. There was something about the
way she said things that gave them the impression that she should be holding
them at swordpoint rather than at the business end of a cross.
The guide was lead off by a pair of silent, brown robed figures.
Ranma and Genma had little choice but to follow the imposing figure of the
nun, who was rather strongly built now that they noticed it.
They passed a log suspended in the air where an old nun appeared to be
beating the hell out of a young girl as they fought with staves.
Ranma eyed it with interest but was reluctant to get involved. It was
just as well, that old woman could really swing a stick.
Genma eyed the gnarled old figure and shuddered, giving a quick prayer to
the heavens.
They entered the dimly lit building with all due reverence, or at least
nervousness. The nun brought them to a small indoor washroom and showed them
in. �You speak Japanese, correct?�
�Uhh, yes?�
�Clean up here, clothes will be brought to you.�
Realizing what type of clothes the nun probably had in mind, they both
started to protest. �No, no couldn�t possibly trouble you..�
�Fresh clothes will be brought to you,� she repeated a little more
forcefully.
She received a couple of mute nods that time. Smiling in satisfaction,
she exited the room and left the two to their own devices.
In fact, their own devices were the source of much eyebrow raising and
unspoken communication. They each decided that it probably wouldn�t be
appropriate with the other in there as well, and neither was exactly eager to
get started anyway. They both wished to be male without the hassle.
They turned their attention to the buckets of water and proceeded to clean
up, folding their clothes and putting them back in their packs. That nun was
intimidating.
A short while later they both realized that there was a small pile of
clothes laying on the floor, next to the wall away from the door! Hair started
rising on the backs of their necks and they both felt a chill run up their
spine. That spot had been empty a few minutes ago.
This chill had unexpected consequences.
�Geez, watch it with those things pops! You nearly put my eye out!�
�Cheeky boy. Hurry up and get dressed, yes I know what they are, wear
them anyway, they should be serving dinner soon and I for one don�t want to be
late!�
�Yeah, whatever...�
They dressed reluctantly, but food lured them onwards. As soon as they
stepped outside the door they were met by another nun and lead to a dining
room. There they were served some sort of rice topped with a thin gravy sauce
and shown a table.
Just as they were about to attack their food and each other�s, swift hands
rapped their knuckles with staves that seemed to have been pulled from nowhere.
Both rubbed their hands and would have glared but for the large ring of
glares already present. They shrank back and waited.
Ranma attempted to mumble through the prayer but Genma didn�t even try,
choosing instead to keep her head bowed and try to stay as far in the background
as possible.
They ate slowly and precisely, conscious of the fact that the nuns that
surrounded them seemed more than capable of beating good manners into them
should they choose.
The food went by very quickly, far too quickly for Ranma�s liking. Genma
was strangely happy about the short meal, she really wanted to get away from the
watchful gaze of the very old nun that was now inside. Her less than spry
herself sparring partner was seated at a table off to one side with the rest of
the young women.
Afterwards they were directed to a room and told that evening prayers were
in a few hours. So were about 3 nuns, with more cots set up indicating that this
was a well used room.
Ranma sat down on one of the little cots and Genma leaned in close.
�We�ve got to get out of here,� she whispered.
�Why?� Ranma whispered back.
�Err, we just do.�
�But we�d be spotted before we made it past the outside door!�
�Hmm, maybe if we turned back to men and grabbed some of those robes?�
�And how are we gonna do that?�
�Simple boy, we walk out like we�re going to the bathroom and find a place
to hide.�
�What about our clothes?�
�Hmm, I�ll have to find them. They�re probably still in the bath. I�ll
go find them and get some robes too. You be ready to move on my signal.�
�This is a crackpot plan of yours ain�t it? What have you done now?�
�Nothing! Lets just get out of here!�
They both stood up and walked toward the door. �Act casual,� Genma
hissed. Fortunately, she hit Ranma before she started to whistle.
They quickly made their way to the bathroom where they�d left the packs.
Genma grabbed them and managed to hide them in a little cubby hole down one of
the halls. She thanked God that most of the nuns were getting ready for prayer.
She only had to duck a few times.
They found a smelly pile of brown robes in a sack outside one of the
rooms, possibly another sleeping room for the monks. They each borrowed one and
sought their own hiding place to change back.
Now, Ranma wasn�t the most well traveled of guys. He�d been around, but
half the time he didn�t pay enough attention to learn much, plus Genma wasn�t
the religious type. This combination of factors forces us to forgive her bad
choice of hiding places.
It looked like some sort of closet, she reasoned. The seat was a bit of a
surprise, but never look a gift fish in the mouth. This was only her second
time to turn back into a guy. She�d lasted a little over a day and a half
before the change had happened again and she�d only had the curse about two
days. Genma had turned back after about a half a day.
Still, they were on a tight schedule and Ranma had no time to waste.
She�d left her weapon behind, figuring that it�d make too much noise. Ranma
quickly thrust her hands in her pants and started working away.
Genma, on the other hand, had brought hers with her. She just went for
the more secluded hiding spot. It took a little while and a little luck, but
she finally found a room that was not only empty, but was also dusty and didn�t
look like it�d been used in a while. If she had stopped to look closer she�d
have seen that the dust showed telltale scrape marks in certain places.
Ranma worked her fingers with a frantic urgency. �Unnhh, come on, come
on!� She still didn�t feel quite ready for certain things so she relied on the
super sensitive spot she�d discovered the previous time. Just the merest touch
sent spikes through her body.
But it wasn�t working! She tried stroking, she tried pinching once, she
tried shaking her hand like the thing, but it just wasn�t working! Finally, she
decided to go for it. Gently this time, Ranma pushed one finger in.
�Ahhh...� she dragged it back out just as slowly. �Oooh...�
This helped, but not enough. She inserted another finger. �Nnng.�
This was it, this was it. Deeper... Ah, what�s this? Ranma was
puzzled. What was that? It was thin, �Oooh..� Pull out, wiggling her
fingers, push... She pushed forward against her fingers and spasmed slightly.
�Ahhh...� Ah, to hell with it. Push! �AhhhOOohhhahhh...�
Worth it? Definitely!
She felt her fingers get sticky and pushed her pants down to get a better
look. It was easier now, not as rough. �What? Blood?� Ranma tried to wipe the
blood off. She inadvertently stroked the sensitive spot again. �Oha well ahhh!
Oohh! AHH!� This shouldn�t take long.
Shampoo was a good girl. She was a promising student of the more violent
portion of the Chinese Amazon Nun�s policies, and being a conglomeration of
several conflicting religions and cultures they had some weird ones. Shampoo
was being trained as one of the members that enforced order and dealt out
punishment. But everyone, from the highest nun to the lowest monk, was expected
to give confession.
Shampoo didn�t have much to confess, just the usual. Enjoying violence,
lustful thoughts when not married, a little experimentation, nothing serious.
But a sin is a sin, and it must be confessed.
She opened the door to the confession booth and slid inside. She composed
herself and knocked softly on the divider. A soft moan answered her.
Puzzled, she knocked again. Another moan, louder and more urgent was her
reply. She started to knock again, but hesitated. There was no mistaking the
moan that came from the other side that time. In fact, it sounded like someone
else was in the confession booth for masturbation, but she hadn�t came in to do
it!
Shampoo tore through the lattice partition with one hand and looked
inside. A startled shriek assaulted her ears. Ranma had been caught red handed
and with her pants down, as it were. And before she got to finish too. Shame.
Ranma�s only thought was, (God, strike me down now? Please?)
Another startled shriek split the air.
Shampoo got out and threw open the door to Ranma�s side. She grabbed her
by the collar of her shirt and dragged her in the direction of the scream,
leaving Ranma to franticly pull up on her pants.
They followed lots of other nuns who were all streaming toward the big
dining room. When they arrived they saw Genma-chan surrounded by nuns, all
holding sticks of various types. One of them was waving a beige rod like object
that looked all too familiar to Ranma.
Shampoo took one look and proceeded to drag Ranma to the front. The
outsider heathens may as well burn together, she reasoned.
{I found this one in the confession booth with dirty hands!} she shouted.
{Put her here, that they may be together in their infamy! For they are
foreign perverts!}
{Sister Perfume! Can you tell us what you found?}
The nun holding the vibrator nodded assent. {I was fetching some papers
for sister Cologne when I heard a buzzing.}
She hit the switch for a second and then turned it back off. Everyone
jumped slightly, especially Genma-chan.
{I followed the sound and then I found this heathen, with this, this
THING, doing you know, in the Rectory!}
Everyone gasped. {Sodomy is a terrible sin!} one piped up.
{It�s one of the burnable offenses!} shouted another hopefully.
{But, I didn�t mean..} Perfume protested feebly.
{Burn them!} the crowd of nuns shouted almost as one.
(Oh, hell,) thought Ranma and Genma.
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