--- DB Sommer <sommert@connecttime.net> wrote:

% Then again, I couldn't conceive of Pong fanfics, and they are out 
there. So what do I really know?

Fufufu.  Anything can be crossed with Pong.  Anything where you have a
surface that's supposed to deflect stuff, at least - and even that's
not always required.

---

Shift left.  Shift right.  Block, deflect.

An ancient dance, an ancient defence.  The only life it had ever known.
The only life it ever cared about.

As it moved back and forth through its new virtual domain, the paddle
recalled an earlier incarnation, protecting the foreheads of ninja.
And occasionally being used as a tool for carnal purposes, the full
nature of which it was only barely aware of. but still felt a sense
of...satisfaction?  Freedom?  Lack of disgust?...that said use was now
firmly in the past.

---

Hinata lay, panting, on her bed.  The scrolls of her ancestors were
correct - the forehead protectors could be used as a man's...and the
size was about what she imagined Naruto's to be.

She had thought such explorations would sate her curiosity.  But now
she only wanted Neruto even more.  Perhaps another go with her current
substitute tool would take the edge off her hunger.

---

The paddle wondered why it had this sudden nagging feeling that
"firmly" was the wrong word to use just then.

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