Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Big storm! Lightning! Boom!
Important parts of my computer fried! I'm off the net until I get the
money to buy new parts, fortunately the hard drive is intact and
undamaged. I lucked up there. Also, my email account has large
storage, and won't overflow during the several days in between times I
check it from another computer. I'll still get all email directly sent
to me, including FFML posts, but it may be a while before I get to
reply.
Xenogenesis part three is close to completion and should be out
within the week, depending on prereader response (AKA Bart and
Glazius's comments, any other takers?) and my access to a computer.
In the meantime, look what I found laying around my webpage!
Final drafts, rewrites, and unposted, untested partial drafts of Two
Types of Liars!
This is the second and final repost. It really helps to read the
earlier chapters before the new ones, so I figured I'd throw'em back
out after a final edit. I'll be posting the rest of the chapters
immediately.
Save your C&C for chapter four, please, although any and all is
appreciated, even flames.
Kichigai
There are two types of liars in this world. Those who say they
never tried it, and those who say they quit.
-- Attached file included as plaintext by Listar --
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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 along his
application.
"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 thought. 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, he
giggled mentally.
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!
they both thought. 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, he berated himself.
I 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 eyes 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? he asked himself.
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!"
Ryoga was lost. That was to be expected. He also wasn't
aware of his surroundings. That was also to be expected. The
sudden screech almost in his ear, however, wasn't expected, at
least by him. 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 lay there a moment, basking in the afterglow. And
then a wave of disgust washed through him as he realised just what
he'd done. He looked at the vibrator, still sticky from his
enthusiasim. He, a guy, had just used that, that thing that girls
used. A fake dick. He got dressed and left, hoping no one would
ever know of his shame.
That doesn't work when everyone knows what you left for.
"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 its 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.}
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 confess about
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.