New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" PART I

From: "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, May 24, 2001 7:55 PM
Message-ID: <abmP6.2447$uX2.248767@news.pacbell.net>

The Flowers
by
Boddhisatva Troutwaxer

Dedicated to the memory of Douglas Adams.
Hitchhike forever down the endless roads of SubGenius Hell.
Don't Panic.

PART I

Sithree knew she was in trouble as soon as the huge dog shoved its
big brown nose under her black cotton skirt and rubbed its face against
her twat. The roughness of the pibull's fur against her clit and labia
was bad enough, but the feel of the massive dog's breath against her
privates was even worse, and a shiver of terror ran through her body as
the pibull pushed its nose even deeper between her legs. Finally, the
great dog snorted and lifted its head, tumbling Sithree to the ground.
That wasn't the way it was supposed to go.
The dog ritual was familiar, though not at all comforting. It
always happened the same way, unless there was something wrong. A
pibull would approach each of the nuns in the line, push its nose
against her twat, and growl. But it wouldn't lift the skirt, and it
never snorted. They never did that. The dogs had been very well trained
by the 'squatch, and their behavior never, ever varied unless someone
was ready to be taken away, in which case the pibull would simply cut
the woman out of the line and bark twice. Then another pibull would
come, and both dogs would lead the unfortunate victim to the elevator.
Sometimes the women who had been taken would come back, but they
wouldn't remember anything, not their own names, or how to walk, not
even how to keep from having "accidents." They had to learn to be nuns
all over again. The women who came back were sometimes even happy, at
least until the first time the rapers took them to see the flowers.
The other nuns stared in shock. Finally Sifour put her hand halfway
out, as if she was going to help Sithree up, but then a scared look
covered her face and she drew her hand back.
"It's 'cause you prayed wrong!!" Sifour accused, "Prayed to "Ba"
not Ga. Prayed an ask prayer, not a thank prayer. Got mad at Fifour.
Pibulls gonna tear you apart!!" Sithree had been worrying about that
very possibility. There were some old, worn out stories about how that
had happened a long time ago, but no one she knew had ever seen it.
Still, after what she had done to Fifour, it seemed likely that
something bad would happen. Sithree wondered about being torn apart.
Did you ever get back together again, or would you just lie there in
pieces feeling stupid?
It had all started the last time a baby of Sithree's needed to be
taken, and Fifour had been helping the doctors that day because she
didn't have a baby inside her just then. She'd pulled the straps around
Sithree's wrists and ankles way too tight, and when Sithree cried out
in pain, Fifour had smiled. When the doctors showed Sithree her dead
baby, Fifour had pointed and laughed. Most of the nuns treated Sithree
badly, but none had ever done anything so hurtful.
So on the next pray day Sithree hadn't sat quietly while the raper
helped them pray. She'd actually gotten up out of her seat and screamed
that she wasn't thankful about Fifour. "Dear "Ba,"" she'd shouted,
"please take that bitch Fifour away!! Please let your dogs come for her
and take her away and don't let her ever come back!!"
Three other nuns ran up behind her, grabbed her, and pulled her
back to her seat. The raper had just looked at her. Worst of all, the
dogs had come the next day and taken Fifour away. A little part of
Sithree had exhaulted, but the rest of her had been just plain
terrified. What if someone prayed an ask prayer against her?
"Sithree, is today a pray day, or a baby taking day, or a rape
day?" Sisev hated fights and was always trying to change the subject.
Sithree was trying to figure that out herself, but the thoughts of what
the pibull's behavior might mean kept distracting her. Yesterday had
been a pray day, which meant that today could be either a baby taker
day or a rape day. It might even be another pray day, (this one with
confession, which was when you had to say that you were sorry the
rapers had taken you to see the flowers and apologize for having your
baby taken,) but that only happened after a rape day, a doctor day, a
pray day, another doctor day, and another rape day.
"I don't know," admitted Sithree, "I can't figure it out. I'm too
worried." What would happen on a given day was always a big subject of
conversation, but figuring it out was hard. Sithree was the only one
who could do it. The line inched forward until Sithree was at the top
of the lush green hill, and as she looked down, she could see that her
line was going to one of the rectories. That meant today was rape day.
Sithree shuddered, because she was sure the raper she'd interrupted
with her prayer was going to be mad at her. Rapes could be either bad
or worse. Some of the rapers just did it, which was bad enough, and
others took their time, hitting and biting the nuns, or even fucking
the wrong hole, which meant either a face full of cum or a sore ass in
addition to the other pains.
A few hours later it was Sisev's turn. "I'd love to have you come
inside for a few minutes," the raper told her, "I have the most
beautiful window box full of flowers which I'd like to show you." The
raper was one of the bad ones, and in just a few minutes Sithree could
hear Sisev sobbing. She thought about the long line of rapers coming in
from the other side of the building, hoping against all logic that the
one who would fuck her today hadn't heard about what she'd done. Sifour
stood just outside the door, trembling. "I can't I can't I can't I
can't" she moaned, pulling at her hair. Finally, the shaking nun pulled
her skirt up around her knees and began to run across the grass. That
was always a mistake, because the pibulls would chase you.
The 'squatch had trained to pibulls to help the rapers, and there
was no escaping them. One giant dog, his shoulder as high as Sifour's
head, ran across the nun's path to cut her off, and two others were
coming up quick behind. At the sight of the huge pibull ahead of her,
Sifour dodged left, and one of the dogs behind ran her down, not biting
or snarling - it just hit her with its massive chest and ran her over.
Another pibull nosed at the nun's butt then sank its massive teeth into
Sifour's leg and dragged her back to her place in line as she screamed
and cried and pleaded, pounding on the ground with her fists and
looking for all the world like a toddler having a tantrum. The other
pibulls walked down the line of nuns, growling at each of them in turn.
It was the "sit" growl, a short, breathy "uh-uh-uh" that let the nuns
know that butts needed to be planted on the ground now.
The next raper, a young one, opened the door and looked down at the
screaming nun. "Uh... I'd love to have you come inside for a few
minutes," he said, "I have the most beautiful window box full of
flowers which I'd like to show you." The pibull pushed Sifour halfway
into the rectory and the raper grabbed one of her ankles and dragged
her the rest of the way in. It happened that way sometimes, usually
just before a nun was taken away. She'd get a little crazy and have to
be dragged into the house. Sithree had once heard a 'squatch refer to
one such nun as "ripe." and had frequently wondered what that meant.
The dogs came back down the line, giving little barks and nosing at the
grass. This meant the nuns had permission to eat. Sithree started
plucking up the grass and putting it in her mouth. Every once in awhile
she found a clover, which was usually a special treat, or a little
yellow flower. She crushed these tiny blooms between her fingers. It
was the single act of resistance they were allowed. Across the field on
the other side of the rectory, the rapers were also siting down and
eating.
Sithree didn't eat much. She was too nervous about what would
happen to her. Sometimes when a nun did something bad punishment was
"formal," a pibull's bite or a blast from one of the neurowhips carried
by the 'squatch. At other times punishment came informally. The dogs
would hustle two rapers at once into the house, or pair a nun with one
of the really, really bad rapers. Sithree knew alot about punishment,
because she was always doing something that wasn't quite right.
In Sithree's imagination, the house was filled with all the bad
rapers she'd ever known, each carrying a neurowhip. It would take days,
she thought, and then they would have to take a thousand babies from
her while all the other nuns watched and laughed. I won't run, she told
herself. She never ran because then you'd just be raped while your leg
bled, and then taken away.
Finally it was her turn. One of the oldest rapers looked right at
her crotch and told her about the flowers while rubbing his hands
together. He took her by the wrist and pulled her into the rectory. She
gave a tentative sigh of relief. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. Then
the door closed behind her, and she saw the 'squatch.
"GO INTO THE BEDROOM!!" the 'squatch's bellow filled their minds,
"THERE IS ALREADY A NUN THERE FOR YOU TO RAPE. NOT YOU!!" The 'squatch
took Sithree by the arm. Sithree started to whine in terror. This was
the first time a 'squatch had ever touched her. The 'squatch took her
into another room. "BE QUIET." it commanded. Sithree stopped whining. A
'squatch's mind command could not be disobeyed. "TAKE OFF YOUR
CLOTHES." She reached down with suddenly clumsy fingers and started to
remove her garments. It seemed to take forever, and the 'squatch seemed
willing to wait forever. Finally it led her over to sit on a cold metal
table, and used some kind of machine to look into her ears and nose. It
felt her belly and looked into her mouth. She tried to speak several
times, but she just couldn't make the words come out. Finally, her
efforts to talk concluded with a big inner popping sound, as if she had
kicked herself inside her own head.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked.
The 'squatch look like it was surprised, but it answered her. "I
don't know," it replied, its mind talk quieter now that it wasn't
giving orders that would obliterate all thought, "You must ask God
about that."
"A-a-a-ask God?"
"Yes, She wants to talk to you."
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Subject: New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" PART I
From: "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, May 24, 2001 7:55 PM
Message-ID: <abmP6.2447$uX2.248767@news.pacbell.net>

The Flowers
by
Boddhisatva Troutwaxer

Dedicated to the memory of Douglas Adams.
Hitchhike forever down the endless roads of SubGenius Hell.
Don't Panic.

PART I

Subject: New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" PART II
From: "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, May 24, 2001 7:58 PM
Message-ID: <CemP6.2455$uX2.248967@news.pacbell.net>

God, as it turned out, was boring, at least as first. During the
long trip up the elevator to heaven, Sithree had imagined a beautiful
garden and a special white light. Instead, she and the 'squatch had
walked down a long tiled hallway into a small bedroom that reminded a
little her of the rooms she had been raped in, but there were no
windows and no flowers. Instead, there was a white rock set high into
one wall, with a picture of a pipe smoking, smiling raper beneath it.
Near the other wall was a big black thing which the 'squatch had called
a desk, and next to that, a little bed. Lying on the bed, her arms and
legs held stiffly straight, was a thin, naked slip of a girl with brown
hair and little breasts. She appeared to be just past her flowering.
The girl lay on her back, her arms at her side. Her body was so cold
that there was ice on it, and she didn't move or breathe. `She looks a
little like me,' Sithree thought, "but she's much prettier."
"God will be awake in a little while," the 'squatch said as it
walked out the door. "Wait for Her." There was a thing next to the desk
that looked like it was good to sit on, so she sat down and stared at
God for awhile, then dozed off while tiredly trying to deal with the
idea of a female God.
She came instantly awake when God gave a little snort and rolled
over onto her side. Apparently even God moved once in awhile. A few
more minutes passed, during which God made some odd noises as the cold
water drained from her nose. Was this some kind of joke? Did God really
have trouble with her nose? Certainly God was capable of snoring, but
would she actually choose to? Finally, God coughed a few times and sat
up.
"What are you doing here?" God asked.
Sithree just stared. How could God not know? "Umm... aren't you
God? You should know what I'm doing here."
"Oh," said the girl, blinking sleepily, "let me tell myself that
I'm awake and I'll get a download." God (could it really be God?)
closed her eyes. The white stone on the far wall glowed for just a
split second and God opened her eyes and stared at Sithree coolly. "Six
three seven one eight four five?" asked the deity, now sounding totally
in command.
Sithree started to tremble. She'd almost forgotten about the
terrible things she'd done, but now she knew she was gonna get it.
"Y-yes, that's me."
"Do you have a name - I mean other than that?"
"They call me Sithree."
"Sithree, huh, that's kind of pretty for a name made from two
numbers. Would you like some chow? I'm always hungry after I get up
from hypersleep. They feed you nutri-grass 508, right?"
Sithree understood perhaps every other word. "I'm not hungry," she
said. "Am I in trouble?"
"No," said the deity, "and don't call me God. I'm Sikki. Sikki Nix."
"But, but, but-"
"I know. The yeti - what you call a 'squatch - told you I was God,
right?"
Sithree nodded.
"It was half right. I'm a part of God. I'm the part of God that
talks to humans. What you've gotta understand is that God can't really
talk directly to humans. God's mind is too big and complicated. Your
mind is too small, so God has to create a translator. There's God, see,
and God talks to MWOWM, which is halfway between God and something
organic - I mean living. Then there are yetis. MWOWM talks to the yetis
for God. Then there's a yeti who talks to me. I'm kinda like a person,
but I'm also kind of like a puppet on God's finger. But I'm also God,
because I was here before there was a MWOWM, or a God, or a yeti,
right? I'm Sikki Nix One point Oh."
Sithree barely understood, but she nodded anyway. "God, can I ask
you questions?"
"Sure, but let me arrange for something to eat first. And please
fucking call me Sikki." God closed her eyes for another few seconds and
the rock glowed again. "Lets go out on the balcony. We can catch the
sunset." Sithree followed the girl down the hallway, then into a bigger
hallway, then into a set of rooms, each bigger than the last. God
hurried through the rooms with quiet purpose, but Sithree wanted to
inspect all the new things she was seeing; and though she couldn't stop
to look at everything, she did notice that every room had a white stone
set into one wall, just above the picture of the smiling raper with the
pipe. The rest - furniture, tables, fake grass made of string - passed
in a blur. Every once in awhile they passed a 'squatch or a metal thing
that moved, and those things all bowed low before Sikki.
Finally, they came to a big room with a black floor - no it wasn't
black, it was clear, like the windows in the raping room of the
rectory. Sithree looked down and saw a huge green and blue circle. A
silver ribbon led up from the circle, then veered off somewhere out of
sight. The windows of the room were also clear, and Sithree could see a
white tube that ran around the circle extending out on both sides of
the dining room. There were little points of light shining through the
window. They looked like stars, but they didn't twinkle. The brightest
light of all was just touching the blue and green circle.
"Do you know what you're seeing?" asked God.
Sithree had to think awhile. Finally she pointed down at the silver
ribbon. "That's the elevator," she began, "and that pretty circle is
the world. We're in heaven, and that's the rest of heaven stretching
around the world. It's kind of funny, but the world looks round from
here."
God gave her a bright eyed, mischievious look. "It is round," she
said, and smiled. Sithree suddenly decided that it was all right to
think of this part of God as Sikki. Tentatively, she smiled back.
Sikki's smile faded away, and finally she looked a little sad.
"It's OK to like me, but you must always remember. I'm not the one
making the important decisions. The levels of God above me will do
that."
Sithree nodded. It wasn't going to be bad, she knew that suddenly.
"Sikki, why do you - or why does God, let the rapings happen? And why
do the sisters always get raped? Why can't the Fathers get raped?" The
question came out unexpectedly, and in a rush.
"Oh dear," said Sikki, "that's gonna take awhile to explain. Why
don't we sit down and eat, and I'll try to help you understand." They
pulled the things by the table out and sat down. A 'squatch brought
them some water and laid metal things and little cloths by their cups.
"Start by considering this. I only look like you." Sikki said. "I
don't think like you, and I don't feel for the nuns and rapers like you
feel for them. I feel for you, because you're here, and I'm talking to
you, and because you're a little different than the nuns and the rapers
- more like me than like them, in fact - but I don't really feel for
your species. I'm also not really a female anymore - at least not like
you are. I'm just wearing a female body in sorta' the same way you'd
wear a particular suit of clothes. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I understand a little. You're kind of like a when a child uses a
doll to talk to a kitten, right?"
"That's right, but its more than that. God is also wearing my mind,
kind of like talking with a doll on a purely mental level. Do you
understand that?"
"A little."
"Good, you're doing better than I thought. It took me centuries to
understand that. But God is also wearing my soul. God feels what I
feel, but She doesn't always agree."
"Then what are you?" Sithree asked.
"I'm that ring right there," said Sikki, "the one that stretches
around the world. And then there's that white stone on the wall. That's
me too. I'm also three yeti's who you haven't met, and I'm also the
almost human woman in this little normal body, and each of us is a
puppet on the hand of the next one above."
"But what about the rapers? What about the nuns?"
"Oh, that's easy! I make the rapers hurt the nuns because a priest
raped a nun a long time ago, and someone liked the way it tasted."
"You can't taste a rape!" Sithree argued.
"Yes you can," Sikki answered, an old, old pain flaring in her
eyes, "we both know that."
Sithree grimaced as she remembered the last time. "You can when you
throw up afterwards."
Sikki closed her eyes for a moment, then smiled a sad smile. "Yes,
yes, there is that," her smile seemed to say, "we both know about that."
God reached across the table, took Sithree's hand, and squeezed it
for just a second or two. "That's over now, at least for you. Look at
the sun going behind the world. That's damn pretty, isn't it."
"Uh huh," Sithree said, relaxing a little more.
"Wait until the sun's gone all the way down, and I'll explain the
rest." Sikki put the cup of water down just a little too hard and water
splashed onto the table. She closed her eyes and the white stone which
was set into the wall opposite the big window glowed for a second. A
'squatch brought her a tall clear cup filled with dark liquid and wiped
the water off the table. Sikki drank it quickly and asked for another.
"Sithree, do you know why I brought you here?"
"'Cause I did something bad. I prayed to "Ba" not to you, and I
prayed an ask prayer against Fifour."
"Well, you praying like that told me I should bring you here, but
it isn't why I brought you here. But just so you don't have to be
nervous, I want you to know that you didn't do anything bad. Fifour was
a bitch. I didn't grant that prayer, because she was already ripe, but
I don't blame you for it. I prayed lots of prayers like that when I was
younger."
"So I'm not in trouble? I'm really not in trouble?"
"I don't think so. Lets do a little test just to be sure. What do
you think of the guy in that picture?"
"I like him. I shouldn't like him, 'cause he's a raper, but I like
him."
God put her head back and stared at the ceiling. "Wow!! Real Dobbs
consciousness." She turned back to Sithree. "You're not in trouble. In
fact, I've been waiting for you for a long time... I think."
God, Sithree decided, was a little weird.
When the sun had finally set, Sikki came around to Sithree's side
of the table, put a hand on Sithree's shoulder and pointed off in
another direction. A big green circle was coming closer to the white
ring that was both heaven and God. As it got closer, Sithree could see
that it looked a little like a ball made of grass, and that it had
little wavy arms, which also appeared to be made out of grass. Finally,
it passed out of sight over their heads.
"That's an Xist," Sikki whispered, "coming here to feed. Wait, I'll
give us a view from the 'lock." Sikki closed her eyes again. A picture
formed in front of them. A 'squatch with a neurowhip kept watch over a
long line of nuns waiting in a room with a big round door. As Sithree
stared, she recognized Sifour and Fifour standing silently next to some
other nuns she'd never seen before. There was a little bump, which
could be both seen, when the picture jiggled a little, and also felt
through the floor at her feet. The door next to the nuns opened with a
hiss. Something wet and green that reminded Sithree of a man's rapetool
pushed its way into the room, then extended, looking more and more like
a big green snake with eyes all over its body. The snaky thing wrapped
itself around the head of the first nun and squeezed genttly. Purple
lightnings flashed around the nun's head, and she fell over. Sifour was
next. The snake thing squeezed her head and her mouth opened in a
silent scream. She fell over too.
"What's happening?!" Sithree asked in horror.
"The Xist is feeding," said Sikki. "When the Xist Saucers first
came to earth they fed on all the souls which had not been given over
to "Bob" for safekeeping. One of the "flavors" they liked best was that
of several nuns who had been repeatedly raped by their male coworker.
Among other things, he had threatened them with a large and very
dangerous dog, and he'd raped them in a room with flowered wallpaper
and flowers in a windowbox. They lived in a place called Africa, in a
little town on a great green plain. Every once in awhile, he'd get one
of them pregnant and he had his friend, who was a doctor, come over and
give her an abortion. The other nuns would have to help with the
abortion, and no one believed them when they told their stories. It was
kind of sad, but they were only pinks, so we didn't care much."
Several other nuns had fallen over while Sikki was talking. It was
Fifour's turn now. Sithree smiled at the sight of her enemy's soul
being eaten. "She was a bitch," Sikki said, "but I would have settled
for slapping her around for an hour or two. The me that's in this
body... sometime I feel like I'd stop it all if I could, but as I said,
I don't make the decisions."
"But Sikki, aren't you God?"
"That's the sad part, huh?" Sikki took another long drink out of
the tall cup. "When I was first picked up by the saucers, the Xists
changed me. The put this body in storage, and copied my memories and my
spirit over to a yeti body. Suddenly I didn't feel that same way about
humans anymore. Yetis don't think the way you and I do. They take a
long clear look at the evidence and make a really good decision. When
two humans disagree, they're usually just letting their emotions get in
the way of their thinking or arguing over territory. When two yeti
disagree, it usually means that one of them knows something the other
doesn't. That's all there is too it. The yeti me knew, from looking at
the evidence, that humans had been created by our ancestors as a
combination slave and food source. A few conversations with humans made
it clear that they weren't really sentient... They were just smart
enough to make the mistake of believing they were important, and most
of what they said was just stupid drivel."
"So when my yeti self had the opportunity to take the next step,
and sell human souls to the Xists, after practicing carefully
calculated cruelties against them, in order to hurt and warp them in
terrible ways just so they'd taste good, she jumped at the chance. The
irony of it all is that I'd once been hurt in a similar way. But as a
Yeti, I looked at that situation in a purely intellectual light, cured
"myself" of the pain through understanding it in ways a human just
couldn't, and dismissed the issue." Sikki's voice was getting hoarser
and she swallowed convulsively with every few words. "I can access the
memories, even understand some of the reasoning, and it does make
sense. The yeti people need a source of income. Pleasure planets are
expensive. The warships which defend our people are expensive.
Elevators and planetary rings are expensive. Membership in the Galactic
Synod is expensive, as are a bunch of other things the brain in this
body doesn't understand at all."
Just then a 'squatch brought food to the table, setting another cup
of the dark liquid and a bunch of things Sithree had never seen before
in front of Sikki, then putting a bowl of green leaves in front of
Sithree. "We don't have any nutri-grass, so I ordered you a salad,"
Sikki said, "I hope you don't mind. You eat it with the fork. That's
this one here." Sikki picked up a metal thing and stabbed a part of her
food with it. Sithree did likewise and put a little bit of the green
stuff in her mouth. It wasn't bad, and might have been a nice change
from grass under other circumstances, but she was terribly confused and
didn't feel much like eating. She put another bite into her mouth and
chewed on it in a mechanical fashion. The picture in the air in front
of them showed the last nun falling from the grip of the Xist's
tentacle. The Xist reached over and touched the 'squatch's crotch.
Eight rapetools sprang instantly erect, and the tentacle somehow
reached around all of them and engulfed them while the 'squatch pumped
furiously.
"The Xist must really have liked the meal," Sikki commented, "He's
giving the yeti a tip."
"The 'squatch is raping it!!" Sithree objected.
"Poor thing," Sikki said, "you don't even know there's something
other than rape, do you?"
"You mean like that?" Sithree asked, aghast.
"Yeah, like that. They're both willing. You can have a lot of fun
that way. I'm sorry, I don't even know what I'm doing talking to you
about sex. Look, do you nuns ever touch each other without hurting each
other?"
"Sometimes."
"Alright, then don't worry about it. Just assume that's what's
happening here." Sithree believed what God said, but decided she'd
rather find something else to look at. There was another Xist coasting
in toward heaven, and as Sithree looked carefully beyond the big green
globe, she could see another, and another, and yet another, all
stretching out in a long line until the last was a green speck that
might have just been a tiny, far away star.
"Alright," Sikki went on, "what was I saying? Oh yeah, so stuff is
expensive. We have to trade a lot of nun souls for all the stuff we
need, and that's OK as long as old, forgotten, get her out once a
millenia for her check up, Sikki One point Oh is safely in hypersleep."
Sikki took another big drink out of her cup, then sniffed, "I hated
them once. There was a time when I couldn't think of anything better
than making them live in a world of hurt twentyfour seven. The people
who'd hurt me and their children, I loved watching them being raped.
But that changed over the years... But five generations - a hundred
years - that's a long time to hate, and I guess it all burned out of
me. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand years later... well, I don't like
it much anymore, but I don't care much either, because they're all
fucking pink."
"But then they get me out of bed. They tell me all about you - far
more than you know about yourself - everything from your name to how
many of your babies they've killed, six so far by the way, to your
psychology and blood type and ancestory, to your hormonal chemistry,
and there you are, blood on your legs from the last time Father SixFour
raped you, because one of the clever thing we do to make your souls
"taste" better is we don't allow you to bathe..." Sikki took another
drink. Her voice was really hoarse now, and she was slurring some of
her words. "-and I'm supposed to teach you something beyond the two
thousand word vocabulary we let you have so you can experience a
`social millieu conducive to raped nunhood,' and get to know you, and
maybe even train you, and I already like you way to damn much and I'm
already drunk off only three glasses of wine and oh Jesus... Three
Point Oh I hate your fucking computerized guts!!!" With that Sikki
threw her tall cup at the white rock in the wall. The cup shattered and
the dark red fluid she'd been drinking flowed down the wall like blood.
Sikki belched. "I'm sorry,"" she said, "the hypersleep really
screws up my hormones." With that, God started to cry.
Sithree didn't know what to do. If Sikki had been another nun,
Sithree might have gone over to her and hugged her or held her hand,
but what did you do when God started crying? For that matter, how could
this be heaven if God was sobbing? Also, Sikki was naked, which made
Sithree a little nervous about touching her. She had just about screwed
her courage up to get out of the chair and comfort God, when a 'squatch
came in. "Your holiness, MWOWM says you've had enough. Would you like
some coffee with your desert?"
Sikki pulled herself together. "That would be fine. Then I'd like
to go to bed." She turned to Sithree, "Hypersleep isn't really sleep,
you know. I'm always tired afterward."
"Sithree, would you like anything with desert?"
"Thank you, no." Sithree whispered, "I'm fine." The 'squatch went
away. Sikki was silent for a few minutes.
"You know, I've done this a few times before. I should know better
than to discuss anything important before I stabilize... Its just that
you look a little too much like me, and all the time I was talking, I
was imagining myself down there. Big dogs have always scared me a
little."
Sikki wiped her eyes. The 'squatch came back and put a little bowl
of cold brown stuff down in front of her. "It's called chocolate,"
Sikki told her, "Use your spoon." Sithree put a little bite of the
brown stuff in her mouth. It was wonderful!! Maybe this was heaven
after all...
"MWOWM tells me you sleep with the other nuns in a podhouse. I can
have it make one here if you'd like."
"I'd like that," said Sithree, "but there's no-one here to sleep
with. Usually we sleep all scrunched together."
Sikki looked a little nervous. "I could sleep with you."
Sithree looked across the table at Sikki's nakedness. "Could you
put on some clothes?"
"That's not what I was thinking. But it's probably a good idea."
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Subject: New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" Part III (The Sexy Part)
From: "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, May 24, 2001 8:01 PM
Message-ID: <nhmP6.2462$uX2.250664@news.pacbell.net>

The first thing Sithree noticed was that her nose was buried in
something sweet. Had she fallen asleep on the grass? No, it didn't
smell quite like grass. She opened one eye and discovered that her nose
was buried in someone's hair - but hair didn't smell like that, did it?
Also, embarrassingly enough, she'd somehow managed to grab someone's
breast in her hand as she slept. The other nuns would doubtless tease
her terribly if they found out. She tried to very gently pull her hand
away but the nun she'd been sleeping next to reached out and grabbed
it, pulling her even closer, then mumbled something. Where were the
other nuns? Then she remembered - they'd been eaten by the green things
after Sithree was taken up to heaven, and the girl she slept next to
was God - sort of. She wondered if God would be throwing up any more
today. She hoped not.
God, who inexplicably wanted to be called Sikki, had eaten
something white before they went to sleep, and claimed that it would
help her be "a bit more together in the morning," whatever that meant.
Sikki scrunched around a little more, pushing her back, butt, and legs
against Sithree's body. "I didn't think you had it in you."Apparently
God was awake.
"Didn't have what in me?"
"This," Sikki said, and ran a caressing finger down the back of
Sithree's hand. Sithree gasped and yanked her hand back. Sikki reached
back over her shoulder and took Sithree's hand, gently, but also very
firmly. "Don't get so excited, I was just teasing you a little." Sikki
put the nun's hand on her belly and patted it a time or two. A few
relaxed minutes went by, during which Sikki related a dream about
someone named Andreaux, whom she'd known a long time ago. Sithree made
what she hoped were appropriate comments, though she didn't understand
the sad part about Andreaux's 3.0 not keeping a backup copy of its
earlier incarnations.
"I hope you won't take this wrong," Sikki said, "but you don't
smell very good. You need a bath."
"What's a bath? You talked about it last night and said I couldn't
have one so I'd taste better."
Sikki grabbed Sithree's hand again and pulled it to her face, then
gently sank her teeth into the soft flesh near the nun's thumb. It
didn't hurt, but it just a little too warm and close. Before Sithree
could pull her hand away Sikki sat up and made a face. "Yuck!! It may
work for giant space monsters, but it doesn't work for me!! Jeez, if I
hadn't been drunk last night I'd never had laid down next to you."
"Are you going to eat me afterwards?"
Sikki bit her lip. It was obvious that she was biting it hard,
because when she let up there were toothmarks. "No, I'm not going to
eat you afterwards." A 'squatch brought them breakfast, then God led
Sithree to the bathroom.
Bathing turned out to involve sitting in a big tub full of hot
water. "Take off your clothes," Sikki said. Sithree expected to be
raped, but Sikki simply had her sit down in the water. Then Sikki
poured the water over Sithree's head and scrubbed at her skin with a
cloth. The sensation was oddly pleasant, and as Sikki scrubbed her
Sithree started thinking that it would be nice to help God with her
bath. The fantasy cut off with a hurt, bewildered flash when Sikki
started scrubbing between her legs. Suddenly Sithree was standing at
the other end of the bath tub screaming "NO! NO! NO!" and Sikki was
standing in the other corner of the room holding her nose, which was
bleeding. Sithree realized that she had attacked God, and her panic
turned into a horrendous kind of theological fear. She sank back into
the water and started to cry.
"Sorry," Sikki said, "that was my fault." She walked to the center
of the room and picked up the cloth, then tossed it into the water.
"Maybe you'd better wash that part yourself." She got another cloth and
held it to her nose.
Sithree stared blankly at the cloth, and wondered when the pibull
would arrive. God probably had an extra mean pibull, which would
probably take its time savaging her, after which God would doubtless
damn her to some horrible fate.
"Earth to Sithree. Hello?" Sikki said. "Are you going to finish
washing or are you going to stare at the cloth until the cows come
home?"
"I'm sorry," Sithree wept, "I'll never-"
Sikki cut her off. "I said it was my fault. Don't worry about
it..." the deity sighed, "Look, God says you should stop crying and
just wash your business so we can get on with things."
Sithree picked up the cloth and rubbed indifferently at her
rapespot. "You mean it's OK to hit you?"
"Its understandable that you hit me. I shouldn't have touched your
pussy without warning you. But if you ever hit me again I'm gonna kick
your ass! And it's not some priest's rapespot anymore. Its your pussy -
or your vagina if you're being extra polite for some reason. You
understand?"
"Yes, I do." There followed three applications of something called
"Shampoo," and an application of a different kind of shampoo called
conditioner. When Sikki was done, the water was black, and Sikki
emptied the tub and made Sithree sit in more water after that. Every
once in awhile a drop of blood ran out of Sikki's nose and splatted on
the side of the tub, making Sithree flinch.
Finally the water stayed clear, and Sikki took off her clothes and
got into the bath with Sithree. Washing Sikki turned out to be even
more pleasant than she'd imagined it would be, though God decided to
clean her own pussy.
When they got out of the tub, Sikki once again took Sithree's hand
and raised it to her lips. God's teeth dug gently into the nun's skin
and Her holy tongue probed the thick flesh by Sithree's thumb. "Now you
taste good enough to eat," Sikki said, turning her head a little to the
side and looking into Sithree's eyes, "but I think I'll hold off
awhile..." The nun started to get frightened, but then realized that
Sikki was smiling that smile again, and she smiled back. Still holding
hands, they walked out of the room. "I think my clothes would fit you,"
Sikki said, "If not pick something you like and I'll ask MWOWM to copy
it."
They crossed the bedroom and stood in front of the mirrored doors
to God's closet, two small, slender women with little breasts. Sikki
stood in a relaxed posture, her legs slightly spread. Sithree thought
God was beautiful, and had sinful thoughts of running her hands down
the firm belly and holding onto her tiny hips. What a pleasure it would
be to run her fingers down that creamy white skin and look into her
beautiful green eyes or run her fingers through Gods brown hair. Of
course, if she did that, God would probably think Sithree wanted to be
raped, and even though Sithree really didn't think God was the raping
kind, (women almost never were) the fear held her back. Then, as if
attracted by some horrible fascination, Sithree looked at herself. She
was holding one hand over her rapespot, which despite the bath was
still a place of filth that shouldn't ever be seen. Though God was
holding her other hand, Sithree really felt she should be using it
cover her breasts, and that showed in the clumsy way she was standing.
Even after the shampoo, Sithree's hair was ragged and uneven. When she
compared her brown, scarred skin with Sikki's smooth, pale flesh, she
felt ashamed. Her brown eyes weren't too bad, but the big scar across
her forehead made it hard to focus on them. She could never expect to
be as beautiful as God, but did she have to be so ugly? After a few
seconds Sikki opened the closet door and got them some underwear.
"You look like you've been in lots of fights." Sikki said.
"I used to attack the rapers when I was young."
"How did you get this one?" Sikki asked, indicating a burn mark
just above her belly button.
"Don't you know?"
"Yeah," Sikki said, "do you need me to prove it?"
Sithree didn't say anything and Sikki sighed, then, in a very soft,
very flat voice said, "Burn. The yeti Thwoord Qoloch administered it
after you kicked Father Eight Six Three Four One Nine in the balls
during your third session of rape. Two minute application of the
neurowhip as per standing order Six Oh Seven. Thwoord Qoloch reported
afterward that he felt you were unresponsive to discipline and he made
it a point to mate you with the biggest and most sadistic Fathers for
the next twelve pairings."
"Yeah." It was all Sithree could do to stay in the room. She stared
at the floor in shame while one hand crept unconsiously upward to cover
the mark.
Sikki took Sithree's chin in one hand, lifted her head, and looked
into her eyes. "Knowing everything isn't all its cracked up to be."
Defiantly, Sithree pulled her chin out of God's hands and looked
down at the ground again. "Do you watch when they rape us? Do you like
to watch?" When Sikki took a step back Sithree realized that she'd
balled her hands up into tight, painful fists. She unclenched them
slowly as Sikki spoke.
"No, not any more, but when they woke me up they downloaded your
file into my memories." God paused for a moment. "I didn't ask you so I
could show off. I asked you so you could talk about it if you want."
Sikki got a blouse and pair of pants out of the closet and put them on.
She walked slowly around Sithree, staying just out of arms reach, to
the far side of the bed, then sat on a pillow and patted the mattress
in front of her. "Get whatever you'd like out of the closet."
Sithree grabbed a T-shirt and pair of pants at random, then threw
them on the floor. She walked to the bed and sat opposite Sikki. "I got
this one," she said, running her hand across her forehead, "when Father
Threetwo shoved my head through the Rectory window. He smooshed my face
down into the flowers and fucked me in my ass." She indicated two
smaller scars on the front of her neck. "That's how I got these two,
from the glass in the window." She moved her hand down. "I got these
when when Father Foureight decided to bite my breasts. He likes the
taste of blood. I got these when..." The list went on and on. Sithree
went down her torso, touching her scars and telling all the sad
stories. When she was done with her front Sikki had her turn over onto
her belly, and touched every scar on the back of her legs, asking
questions about each. They worked up the back and arms, while the tears
welled up. Most of the scars had come from the rapers, but a few were
the results of abuse from her fellow nuns, and as always, these
memories were more upsetting than memories of the rapers. When all the
scars had been discussed Sikki made Sithree take off the panties and
sit up again.
"Move your hand. Ok, what about this scar here?" With that Sikki
ran three wicked fingers up the whole length of Sithree's rapespot, and
Sithree, with no more thought than she'd have given to breathing,
slapped God so hard she knocked the deity off the bed.
Sikki came off the floor with shriek, "Fucking Bitch!!" she
screamed, and kicked Sithree right in the face. Suddenly erect, her
fists raised before her, Sithree saw God through a red haze. "If that's
the way God wants it," she snarled to herself, "that's the way God can
have it." She lept at Sikki, howling her rage.
It was a good fight. They rolled over and over, butting heads and
gouging at each other's eyes. Sithree broke the clench and pretended to
run away, then stopped outside the door and kicked Sikki in the stomach
as she barged through. God replied with a right hook that caught her
just above one eye and slammed her against the wall, then they were off
down the corridor screaming like banshees, kicking, pummeling and
gouging at each other in a rampaging frenzy. In the end, God did kick
Sithree's ass, but it took a long, long time.
When Sithree woke up for the second time that morning, she was
lying on the floor of the podhouse MWOWM had made for her. There was a
little pool of blood under her face, her head hurt and it seemed like
every muscle in her body ached. She felt around with her tongue and
learned that she was missing another tooth, and she'd somehow lost a
toenail. Oddly enough, however, her rapespot didn't hurt. God sat a few
feet away, rubbing her lower jaw and gasping for air. The deity had an
excellent shiner and a split lower lip. A 'squatch brought Sikki two
big glasses of water and a little bottle with a cork stopper. Sikki
handed one of the glasses to Sithree.
"You've got quite a left," the deity observed, "and a nasty bag of
tricks. I didn't expect you to be waiting outside the door like that.
Do you feel any better?"
Oddly enough, Sithree felt much better. "Yeah. except for the
headache, I haven't felt so good since I kicked Father Eightsix's
rapetools."
Sikki smiled a truly wicked smile. "I figured we'd have a fight
sooner or later, so I just decided to get it over with."
"Why?"
"Well, first of all, it was obvious that you really needed to pound
on someone," God said, "and I was pretty much the only target..." God
trailed off then abruptly closed her mouth.
"And?" Sithree asked.
"And I felt guilty about the things that happened to you, so I sort
of decided that I deserved it, which was really stupid, because I had
no idea I'd have to work so hard to take you down..." God had trailed
off again, and was biting her lip - not one long hard bite like earlier
in the morning, but a lot of little bites, like she wanted to say
something and had to continually restrain herself. She'd turned her
head and was looking at Sithree out of the corners of her eyes.
Sithree realized that God was pretty nervous and was probably only
talking about the incidentals. She crossed her arms in front of her
chest. "And?" she demanded.
"And I really, really wanted to touch you, so I thought we'd just
get that fight over with too."
"But you've been touching me all- Oh."
"Yeah." Sikki put her head down, and worked a little too intently
on the bottle's stopper. "Here, let's put this on, it will help the
cuts and scrapes heal. Just relax." Sikki stood up and Sithree stood up
with her. The stuff in the bottle turned out to be an oil. Sikki rubbed
it into the scratches on Sithree's face, and gently worked it into the
nun's bruised knuckles. She kneaded it into a sore spot on Sithree's
ribs, massaged the nun's shoulders, then very slowly poured one drop
onto a single finger. "No hitting now," she cautioned, and gently
massaged it into Sithree's left nipple. Sithree hissed with pleasure
and threw her head back as warm sparks of magic worked their way into
her breast. The finger stopped moving, but stayed on her nipple. "Is
this ok?" Sikki asked, "Touching you like this?"
"Isn't it sinful?"
Sikki smiled like the sun. "Not if you're God." The deity bent down
and took Sithree's other nipple in her mouth, rolling it around her
tongue. Sithree moaned and melted, took Sikki's head in her hands and
stroked the beautiful hair, ran her fingers up under Sikki's blouse
then down the smooth white skin of God's back to caress the deity's
perfect buttocks. The tonguing intensified, and soon Sikki was making
noises too. Suddenly God stopped and straightened up. "Take my blouse
off," she requested, and Sithree unbuttoned the top, stopping after
every button to play with what she'd exposed - Sikki's chest, nipples,
belly button, then removing the garment altogether. Sikki brushed
Sithree's hair back and took the nun's head in her feather gentle
hands. She looked into the nun's eyes with an expression that said her
own green eyes might just be broken stems of the flowers that Sithree
had cried on that first terrible day. "You have one more wound that
needs to be healed." she said, "Are you ready?" Despite her terror,
Sithree nodded. "Then lean up against the wall and spread your legs
just a little." Sikki poured a couple drops of oil on the middle finger
of her right hand, and slowly, very slowly reached between Sithree's
legs.
At first the oil felt cold and scary, but as Sikki moved her finger
Sithree began to feel warm and relaxed, though her heart still pounded
as if she were terribly afraid. She put her hands on Sikki's wrist and
pulled God closer, then her hands moved up Sikki's arm until they were
clasped gently around her elbow. Sikki snuggled still closer, cradling
Sithree's head in her other hand and kissing her above the right eye.
She kissed all along the scar on Sithree's forehead, then began to
tongue Sithree's ears. It felt too good, and Sithree gasped with
pleasure even as she pulled away. Sikki's warm tongue followed the ear
as it moved, and when Sithree pushed the side of her head against the
wall, Sikki began to tongue the other ear. The pressure between
Sithree's loins was building and she was moving her rapespot against
Sikki's fingers and her right ear was burning with a special kind of
hot cold that just made her hotter and hotter. Finally great spasms of
pleasure shot through her like lightening and she cried out, humping
her crotch all the way up Sikki's arm until there was no movement left
in her at all.
When Sithree could move again, Sikki showed her how to touch
another woman, and Sikki came nestled in Sithree's arms as the ex-nun
lay against the walls of the fake podhouse. Then Sikki tickled Sithree
down the hall to the bathroom where they played in the soapy water
until a surprised 'squatch materialized at the door and announced that
lunch would be served in a few minutes. They half walked, half danced
through the hallway and the suite of rooms that led to the balcony,
stumbling up the stairs with their hands on each others clits, then ate
lunch and pretended to have a quiet conversation while Sikki
masturbated Sithree with a big toe drenched in salad oil.
When lunch was over Sikki demanded desert. "I'm going to eat you
now," she said, and laid Sithree down on the glass floor above the
world. The ex-nun was past caring. The sex, the adrenaline and
endorphins fom the fight, and her first glass of wine had all combined
to put Sithree into a half conscious, almost hallucinogenic state in
which Sikki's intent to feast on her flesh was a thing to be welcomed,
not feared.
Sikki knelt down and nibbled her way up the inside of Sithree's
thigh, then gently bit at Sithree's labia while the ex-nun cried out
her willingness to be devoured. She licked Sithree's clit until the
ex-nun clutched at her hair and came with a series of great sobbing
moans, calling out her name over and over again as the hungry Xists
floated overhead, intent on food and completely heedless of the women's
tiny three dimensional pleasures.
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Subject: New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" Part IV
From: "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, May 24, 2001 8:06 PM
Message-ID: <plmP6.73652$qv3.28902439@nnrp5-w.sbc.net>

An eternity later they were sitting together on a couch. "I want to
watch the Xists feed again," Sikki said.
"Oh," said Sithree dubiously, "If you want."
"It's part of my job. I need to see if the Xists are tipping too
many yeti." The stone on the wall glowed and the 'squatch appeared with
his herd of nuns.
"That's Sisev," Sithree gasped.
"Was she a friend of yours?" asked Sikki? "I can have her pulled
from the line if you'd like."
"None of them were really friends," Sithree said, "they just didn't
like me for some reason. She used to try and push her fingers up my
butt whenever I'd been assraped."
"I see," said God. She closed her eyes and the stone glowed for a
moment. A few seconds later the startled 'squatch on the screen bowed
to the camera and touched the back of Sisev's neck with the neurowhip.
Sikki and Sithree quietly watched the woman scream until the lock
opened and the Xist came to eat her soul. "She wasn't quite ripe."
Sikki said. "Sometimes the application of a neurowhip set on "agonize"
helps them ripen."
Sithree reached out and pulled God into a closer hug. "I'm glad you
caught that," she whispered. "You should never let an Xist eat a nun
who isn't ripe."
Sikki took Sithree's hand away from her breast and put it to her
lips for a tiny kiss. "There's no need to compose a prayer of thanks,"
she smiled, "it's my job." They watched a couple of other feedings, and
when the Xists had gone away, Sikki put Sithree's hands back into the
ex-nuns lap, kissed her forehead, and moved to the far end of the
couch. "This has been very pleasant, but I have to be God now for
awhile. Remember that I told you I don't get to make all the
decisions?" Sithree nodded, feeling a little betrayed, and was
surprised to see the same look on Sikki's face. "MWOWM has given some
orders. A yeti will be coming for you in the next few minutes. She's a
doctor, but not a baby taker, and She'll be doing some things with you
that will help you understand what you're doing here. I'll see you in
the morning and tell you everything, then if you'd like, we can touch
and play again."
"I'd like that." Sithree's voice felt vanishingly small to her.
"That would be nice."
A tall, gracefull 'squatch with yellow eyes walked across the room
and stopped in front of Sikki. "Is this the one?" she asked.
Sikki nodded. "Take good care of her please. She is my hope."
"I understand." The 'squatch stood before Sithree and held out her
hand. Sithree ignored it and got up herself. She tried very hard not to
look back, but when she reached the door she couldn't help herself.
Sikki's hands were wrapped around her knees and her eyes were closed.
"She's very tired," the 'squatch said. Sithree and the 'squatch walked
down the hallways in uncomfortable silence for awhile. Finally the
'squatch stopped. "I'm sorry you're upset," the mindvoice told her.
"She really does want the best for you."
The 'squatch made good decisions, Sikki had told her. Sithree
decided to test that, so she held out her hand. The 'squatch looked
into her eyes for a second, nodded a tiny nod, then reached into her
belt pouch and gave Sithree the neurowhip. Sithree handed the neurowhip
to a passing mechanical. "Take this to the doctor's quarters." she
said. The robot hummed off. "I feel a little better now." Sithree
proclaimed, and started walking again. "What's your name?"
"I'm Dr. Niiix."
"I guess you've seen my file too, and know everything about me."
"No, they wanted an unbiased opinion." Dr. Niiix indicated a door
and they went inside. "I'm supposed to give you an implant and test
you, though I have no doubts that MWOWM and Sikki are quite correct in
their conclusions, whatever those might be." The next few minutes were
quite unpleasant. Dr. Niiix dabbed cotton swabs in her eyes, nose,
mouth, vagina, and anus, then took a blood sample, some fingernail
clippings, and scrapped at her skin. "Please count for me." the doctor
said.
"Uh. one, two, three..."
"What comes after three?"
"Many."
"Oh dear," said Dr. Niiix, "Can you spell your name?"
"What's spell?"
"Do you know the letters that make up your name?"
"That's easy," said Sithree, "Six three seven one eight four five."
"Okay. Have you seen Sikki talk to MWOWM?"
"You mean when she closes her eyes and the white stones glow?"
"That's right. Would you like to be able to do that?"
"Oh yes. Then I when I want something to drink I can get it myself."
"Alright then, please lay back on the table and look up at the
ceiling. Heed my warning, this will hurt a little, and you must not
move." The doktor held up one of Sithree's eyelids and reached out of
sight with her other hand. Suddenly she felt something moving around on
her eye. Her eyeball was being pressed, then there was a tearing pain,
followed by a sharp sting. She bit her tongue and tried not to move.
"Do you see anything?" the doctor asked a few minutes later.
"I see a yellow line in front of you. How'd that get there?"
"MWOWM is testing your sensorium. What do you see now?"
"I see a blue square with a red circle inside." There followed a
long string of shapes and questions. Finally, the doctor helped her up.
"I have a bed for you to sleep in, please come with me."
"Can't I sleep with Sikki again?"
"Not until you spend a night in this bed. I have to watch you very
carefully to make sure that this proceedure didn't damage you. Also,
you can't talk to MWOWM until it's read your dreams."
Sithree walked across the room on suddenly rubbery legs. Every
once in awhile she had to stop to rest, even though she'd only taken a
few steps. She realized that she probably couldn't make it back to the
podhouse. The doctor opened a door in front of her and lifted her into
a big wide bed with rails. Beds like that were scary, but she couldn't
remember why. An instant later, she was asleep.

Sithree - no, her name wasn't Sithree, it was Eva. Eva sat at a
desk and added some numbers together, subtracted some more numbers,
then wrote an authorization. The boss never actually let her touch the
money. Then she did it again, and again, and again. Stopped and went to
lunch, cashed her check, then went back to the office, where she added
and subtracted some more.
She left work and got a hamburger, then drove straight through to
school. Computer class tonight. Dr. Stuart was discussing Unix System
Architecture, using the Linux kernel as his example. She left school at
the break and went to the Euclid Tavern. She hoped Rev. Reptile would
be there. She'd decided to go home with him if he asked again. She
liked persistant men.
Rev. Legume was talking about the Earth's prehistory, how the yeti
had made humans as slaves, and how they'd fallen prey to evil, mating
with the pinks and thereby destroying their civilization. Someday, he
said, the Xists would come and save all those with yeti blood from the
perils of the conspiracy. Then those who had accepted "Bob's" deal
would rule over the normals with an iron fist, killing all who
displeased them.
"On my planet," Legume ranted, "everyone will weigh three hundred
pounds and will go barefoot all the time. The ground will be covered
with broken glass, and every day at three o'clock it will rain rubbing
alcohol."

Suddenly she was awake. She'd lived someone else's life for a whole
day while she slept. What a strange dream. Dr. Niiix came in, Sikki
trailing close behind her.
"Did you dream?" Dr. Niiix asked.
"I had the strangest dream," Sithree answered, and told her about
the day she'd spent being someone else.
"That was Reverend Eva's memory of a day on Old Earth. Do you
remember about the yeti making the humans?"
"Yeah, that Legume fellow went into great detail about the whole
thing." Sikki and Dr. Niiix exchanged glances. "Does that mean that
you've got some yeti blood?" Sithree asked.
"Yes. I do."
"And, since I was a nun, being raised for export to the Xists, I
don't have yeti blood?"
"Actually, you do," said Dr. Niiix, "I tested your blood last night
and you've got a very high percentage of yeti DNA. It crops up from
time to time. The Xists didn't rescue the entire yeti genome when they
came for us, perhaps because the entire genome doesn't manifest itself
completely in humans at any one time. Every once in awhile we find
someone like yourself, who has some genes we really need. We rescue
them from the farms give them a two point oh - a yeti self. We think
the yeti's are actually evolving through the humans, perhaps because
the structures which would cause yeti's to evolve on their own haven't
yet been rescued from the garbage heap that is the human genome."
"When will I get to meet myself?" Sithree really wanted to ask the
wiser, stronger version of herself a few questions.
"She'll be ready in another few weeks," Sikki said, "but that's not
the only reason we rescued you." She looked down at the floor for a few
seconds. "I have some things to show you. I don't want to show you, but
MWOWM says you have to see." She tossed a pair of pants and a shirt
down on the bed. "Get dressed." Sithree hesitated at the look of stark
terror in the other woman's eyes. "Please."
Sithree stood up and put on the clothes. Dr. Niiix helped her with
the zipper, showed her how to button the pants, and off they went. When
Sithree tried to hold Sikki's hand, God pulled her fingers away and
gave her a stricken look. "After." she said, "If you still want to."
They walked down the hall to a big room full of machines. Several
other yeti were there already. Sikki took off her clothes and sat on an
oddly shaped metal chair. "How old do you think I am?" she asked.
"You must be eternal, but you look like you're about my age?"
Somehow Sithree's nervous voice turned it into a question.
"The Xists came to earth almost a million years ago. You spent the
whole day working with numbers last night. Do you understand what that
means?" It took a little while, but the memories unspooled inside
Sithree's mind.
"Six zeros. You're a million years old?"
"Not quite. I spend a lot of time in hypersleep. But they wake me
up whenever there's a problem. A year here sorting out the issues with
a raped nun who's got a yeti gene she can't explain, six months there
debugging the social problems when the Xists indicate a lessening level
of satisfaction with our product. A week every thousand years because
its not healthy to be in hypersleep for too long at at a time. It adds
up. Excluding the time in hypersleep, I'm about nine hundred years old.
When I left Earth, the average human lived maybe sixty five or seventy
years."
"You're old!" Sithree plunged into guilt, "Now I feel really bad
for having hit you."
"Its OK," Sikki almost smiled, "I started it. They were gonna
replace everything today anyway."
"Put this on," Dr. Niiix requested. He helped Sithree into a set of
coveralls, gloved her, and showed her how to put on a mask. The yetis
were also getting into coveralls.
"The thing is," Sikki said, "that there's not much of the original
me left. We used clones for awhile, but I was too old when they started
cloning, so none of them are quite right, and they don't last very
long. These days only a few organic parts are left. There's the
digestive system, the larynx, and the skin, and that's about it." Dr.
Niiix ran a tool down the center of Sikki's torso and the skin split.
There was no blood, but Sithree caught sight of metal undereneath.
Suddenly she was dizzy again. The ex-nun gasped and one of the 'squatch
pushed a chair under her butt. Dr. Niiix ran the tool around Sikki's
vagina, then down both legs. Another 'squatch with a similar tool was
running it down Sikki's arms. Finally the doktors peeled God's skin
away and Sithree could see the metal bones and the motors underneath.
No wonder God had been able to kick her ass. Suddenly the dizziness got
worse and her stomach turned a little flip-flop inside her.
This was what God really looked like inside? The stomach and
intestines were contained in a little plastic sack. Tubes ran into the
sack and back to little machines that whirred and clicked. When Dr.
Niiix reached under the back of Sikki's neck, detached the skin from a
big metal plug, lifted Sikki's face off the skull, and hung it up on
something that looked just like one of the hangers from God's closet,
Sithree fainted dead away.
She woke to the harsh smell of rubbing alcohol. The yeti were
sterilizing God's skeleton, and occassionally picking at something with
tweezers. The bits went into little plastic bags. A clear container
that held what looked like God's brain was sitting on the table, and
one yeti was plugging what appeared to be another set of intestines
into the stomach. As Sithree watched, the yeti rebuilt God, cleaned the
tubes, changed out the blood, and put the brain back into the skull.
Sithree closed her eyes again.
"Now you know the real reason why I get drunk on only three glasses
of wine. No body mass." Sithree opened her eyes. God's skin was part
way back on. The doktors were using the little tools again, and the
skin was closing up around the metal parts. Finally Sikki got back up.
"Well, I'm good for another week. You wanna get some lunch?"
The thought of eating just after watching God get taken apart by a
bunch of apes was so bad that Sithree fainted again.
When she awoke, Sikki was stroking her forehead. "...cause it's
just me, that's what I look like inside, so you don't need to be
afraid."
Sithree took a deep breath while she tried to summon the calm she'd
seen God project once or twice, then finally pulled Sikki's hands away
from her forehead. "I'm alright now," she said. She got up from the
reclining chair they'd laid her in and took a couple of steps away from
the deity. "Lets go eat if you're so hungry."
They walked back to the balcony together. Sikki led the way, each
graceful step displaying a wounded pride that was painful to behold.
Sithree all but stomped a few feet behind her, fists clenched at her
side. Dr. Niiix followed both of them and didn't comment on the harsh
body language all around her.
Sithree pulled her chair out slowly and carefully, sure that if she
moved quickly she'd fly into a rage. Sikki just sat down. Dr. Niiix
stood a few feet back from the table, her arms crossed and her legs
spread a little apart. She was breathing deeply and her stance was
calm, but there was a little white around the iris of each eye.
"Sikki," she said, "do you have to be such a drama queen?"
Sikki never took her eyes off of Sithree. "That was a little heavy,
wasn't it. I had orders from my three point oh."
"Yes," the yeti said, "it's a drama queen too. MWOWM and I will be
having a little talk later."
Once again Sikki's eyes didn't leave Sithree. The ex-nun just
looked at her, and the staring match went on for what seemed like days.
Finally Sikki spoke.
"I'm dying," she said. "You may have noticed that my emotions are a
little unstable. That's not just the hypersleep or the hormones. Every
time I get up I try to convince myself that its not really age, but it
is. Once they've done the first skin change it hits home, and I know
better, but sometimes I've already screwed things up by then. My brain
just doesn't work as well anymore. Brains cells don't regenerate, and
every once in awhile one of them just goes out. There's not much time
left, and I've spent most of it waiting for you."
Sithree crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "For me?"
God's know it all tone was just too much to take, but she didn't
realize just how angry she was until she heard her own voice, harsh as
hell and full of disbelief.
"Or someone like you. I can't claim that I knew anything about you.
I was asleep. I just told Two Point Oh and MWOWM to look for someone
with a high percentage of yeti blood, a bad attitude, and a good heart.
It could have been anybody."
"And what am I supposed to do, ease your last moments with the
scarred young body you like so much?" She was talking like Eva had in
talked in the dreams, a voice full of that anger and sarcasm which the
limited nun's vocabularly wouldn't have expressed. The dismay on
Sikki's face encouraged her. "Maybe you'd like me to caress your suit
of skin and cuddle those overly dramatic metal bones while you lay
dying?"
"I'd like that, but you don't have to." Sikki crossed her arms too,
looked down at what she had just done and uncrossed them, then clasped
her hands together.
"I thought this was heaven, but it seems more like hell." Sithree
hunched further into her crossed arms. "Turns out God, who decided to
talk her nun into fucking her, is a shiny skeleton with skin that peels
off like rotton leather. She doesn't like to watch me getting raped, oh
no!! Can't do anything about it, even says she feels bad about it all,
but MWOWM says I've gotta watch her getting torn apart and put back
together by the same ugly apes who used to whip me when I didn't want
to get assfucked by some giant, bitch hating raper. I'm not sure my
life is any better than it was a few days ago."
"Sikki, I think your capacity for drama has met its match,"
commented Dr. Niiix, "maybe you'd better come -"
"Shut up," Sikki and Sithree both said it at the same time. Sikki
almost smiled her crazed smile. Sithree wanted to smile back, but
watching Sikki get her body changed had been just a little too much.
"Dr. Niiix suggested that you not be exposed to the sight of me without
my skin on, but MWOWM wanted to see how you handled it, 'cause given
what we do want you for, things can get just that fucking bad. We're
still talking, so I guess you're doing all right. The last one we had
up here couldn't handle it. She ran out of the room, and we found her
back in her old nun's costume, waiting by the airlock for the next
hungry Xist."
"I see." Sithree got out of her chair and walked over to the
window, where she watched an Xist float toward the docking facility,
and wondered whether getting her soul sucked might not be the better
option. "Just tell me what you want."
"I want you to replace me."
Sithree turned on one heel and stared at Sikki, mouth open and eyes
wide. Shock made it hard to speak. "Replace you as what?"
"God. The perks are great, the hours are good, and the medical
benefits are awesome." With that Sikki pushed her chair back and walked
away from the table. She stopped by the door. "Let me know what you
decide. Don't take too long," she said, and left the room, walking in a
very straight line for the door of the room beyond.
Sithree's felt her eyes opening even wider. She stumbled over to
the table, fumbled with a chair, and sat down. "Dr. Niiix, could you
get me something to drink?"
"You can do that yourself now, you know."
"Yeah." MWOWM, get me a glass of that wine Sikki and I shared last
night. And one for Dr. Niiix. The stone glowed for a split second, and
a minute later a serving robot brought a two glasses of the dry amber
liquid. "If I take her job," Sithree asked, "do I have to get metal
bones?"
"Only if you want them. We waited much too long to start making
clones from her tissue. It was so old it didn't reproduce properly.
You're young enough that we can make you a perfect clone and transfer
your memories over when you get old. You'll last many, many more
centuries than she did."
"Is it really a good job?"
"I like it."
"Oh. You're her Two Point Oh."
"That's right. Two Point Three actually. We've copied her over to
each major revision of the yeti genotype. And don't believe what she
says about not making the decisions. Legally, she's not considered
sentient, but her opinion carries far more weight than you'd think. I'd
suggest you take the job. We like you, and we're unlikely to find
anyone better."
"But what does Sikki actually do?"
"Troubleshoots. Makes trouble. Every ten or twenty thousand years a
new mutation springs up. We can't always tell what it means until its
been decoded socially by someone who understands humans. Sometimes its
merely a new psychological adaptation, sometimes just a mutation of the
human genome. Every once in awhile we hit pay dirt and get an actual
yeti gene."
"Also, the "flavor" of the souls is heavily dependent upon
psychological factors. Those sometimes need to be tweaked by someone
who can feel their way through human social systems."
"We also need a trouble maker sometimes. The yeti genome is by no
means complete, and that means we sometimes have trouble taking care of
ourselves. A scrappy, half human with attitude is frequently useful to
have around.
Last of all, as Sikki said, there are some nice perks."
"But how do I do what she does? I was only a nun. She told me that
she lived more than twenty years on Earth, worked a bunch of different
jobs, had lovers, flew here on the saucers, fought off a Yacatisma
incursion, then watched this place get built up from raw asteroids. I'm
just a nun."
"Experience is not a major issue. MWOWM can feed you all of Sikki's
memories - and all of anyone else's memories, for that matter, and all
her Two Point Ohs will help you. She'll be around the first few times
you have to deal with a problem. In fact she told me she's already
spotted something the two of you can work on together. I don't know why
the nuns tasting better than usual is a problem, but she's got a good
eye for the-"
"Yeah, that reminds me of something." Sithree closed her eyes again
and sent a request to MWOWM. The air in front of them thickened and the
room by the airlock appeared. Once again she looked out of MWOWM's
eyes, spying on the 'squatch and his herd of filthy, mind controlled
nuns. Once again she recognized an old acquaintance. On very first
night she'd ever been raped, Ninetwo had sat with her for hours,
telling Sithree how bad she was, and how much she deserved the horror
the rapers would inflict on her forever. "MWOWM," she thought, "tell
the 'squatch that the nun at the end of the line isn't quite ripe yet.
She needs a few minutes with the neurowhip before she goes out."
Dr. Niiix raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like you're taking the job?"
"I am. Lets have something to eat and then we'll get started. Maybe
God will show up when she's through with her snit."

Many hours later, after a pleasant afternoon and evening with Dr.
Siiix, she found Sikki in the bedroom where they'd fought the morning
before. God had obviously wanted to be left alone, or maybe MWOWM was
just testing her again, because a windowbox full of yellow daisies
stood across the room's doorway. The flowers barely came up to
Sithree's knee, but they towered over her consciousness like a grinning
ogre. It took Sithree a few minutes to get over her fear and disgust,
but in the end she stepped over the window box and stared down at
Sikki, who was lying on her side with the covers walled up behind her
as if they were a lover holding her spoonwise. She was snoring just a
little, and her eyelids were scrunched up as if she'd fallen asleep
while she was still very upset. "I've never been beneath the covers
before," Sithree thought, nervously sliding into the big bed from the
other side. "It's time I gave it a try." She put one arm around the
other woman, snuggled her front against God's back, and tried to relax.
Sikki woke just long enough to pull Sithree's unsure hand up against
one of the tiny, beautiful breasts that stuck out from her suit of
skin. "It's better than being a fuckin' nun," she muttered, and went
back to sleep.

The End.
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Subject: Re: New Troutwaxing Story, "The Flowers" PART I
From: joecosby@SPAMBLOCKmindspring.com (Joe Cosby)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sun, May 27, 2001 2:56 PM
Message-ID: <3b114d57.5518608@news.mindspring.com>

"Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net> hunched over a
computer, typing feverishly;
thunder crashed, "Boddhisatva Troutwaxer" <tungtung@pacbell.net>
laughed madly, then wrote:

>The Flowers
>by
>Boddhisatva Troutwaxer
>

I finally got started reading this. I'm only about half way so far,
but this kicks butt so far.

It's very convincing. It really takes you into this alien reality and
makes you believe it. You can really believe the simple acceptance in
Sithree of what's going on, you really feel like you're living there.
The characters are compelling.

I like the fucking too.

--
Joe Cosby
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and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." - Oscar Wilde

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