1948 - Futa Boxing Gym Part 2 (Quest for the Magic Jump Rope)

By Moctezuma Johnson

“This Magic Jump Rope Heals All Ills”

The rope is fraying. Frayed, it will be powerless. With Minae’s marriage on the rocks, she needs the rope more than anybody, so she takes matters into her own hands. She and the keepers of the rope band together and encounter a slew of characters and obstacles that will test her character, resolve, and desire. Is all this trouble worth it to save a marriage? Probably not, but Minae's finds out the safety of planet Earth is on the line. In a race against time and scrotum rain, Minae must rely on dubious allies and former enemies to save the Magic Rope from a once in a lifetime catastrophic futanaria event. Can she suck it up and deal? She’s going to have to.

PRAISE for 1948 - Futa Boxing Gym 2 (Quest for the Magic Jump Rope)

"The pacing is very well done, very exciting it flowed like molten gold. The author seems to have pulled back a bit on the poetic verbosity in this piece, which serves the story well. And of course the whole fucking idea is just wonderful and I knew I would love it even as I wondered what the fuck that scrotum rain question was about.
Five stars! Or Worldstar! FIVE WORLDSTARS!"
--Callie Press
"A blender running on high conjures just about the right description for this furious whirl of story that pulls you page by page through a smutty, sexy, Futa-fun-filled smorgasbord. It’s threads of culture, art and history spun into an explicitly articulated tale of smutpunk storyline -- if you can hold on for the ride!?"
--Archer Tinto

• Language: English
• Publisher: Girls Carrying Books
• Release date: Sep 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370731909

Moctezuma Johnson

Call me Moctezuma!They say that I once took the Millennium Falcon for a spin through the Triangulum Galaxy. They also say I once had sex with both Angelina Jolie and Margaret Atwood at the same time. They say a lot of things, don't they?I crawled out of a New Jersey sewer in the 70s and have since lived all over the world. When not writing books and blogs, I enjoy photography and writing poems for people. If you want to hire me to write a poem for you in any way, contact me at moctezuma.johnson(@)gmail.com (remove the parenthesis).Learn more at my site: http://moctezumajohnson.com/?SWCheers,MJ

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1948 - The Futa Boxing Gym

By Moctezuma Johnson

Copyright © 2017 by Moctezuma Johnson

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SPANKable Productions / Girls Carrying Books / ComeMiPolla Press

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons and/or candies, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

1948 - The Futa Boxing Gym (2)

It was a cult - 1948, Japan

They found a fallen piece of scrotum sack that fell from the sky during World War II, and now they were in the mountains where the sacred energy was chanting, trying to summon the power. They were chanting in Korean. They were ethnic Koreans living in Japan. During the war, all the lines had gotten blurry of who was who and what was what and what belonged to who. Nut sacks falling from the sky would get your attention, no matter what race you’re from. You don’t even need to be an earthling. This quote is attributed to Cthulhu himself in the rocky islands where no one is sure whether they’re Korean or Japanese: When nut sacks fall from the sky, Armageddon is upon us. So, these ethnically Korean/Japanese chanted to prevent utter destruction of their country. Times were tough. Food was scarce. Ramen with spam was all they could scrounge. They boiled the ramen and spam and chanted.

One of the three Kis--Ki-moon, Ki-bum, and Ki-seok--started to speak in voices. Then it became clear, fluent Korean: Build a Gym Here, and FUTA will come.

Futa?

At that point, scrotums rained down on them. Sack after fleshy sack pelted them in the nose, hung from the ears, fell into their collars and slid down their backs like snowballs down the neck. The sky went greenish-red like a nuclear blast had irradiated them. There were sirens. It was Armageddon.

Ki-moon screamed at Ki-seok, What are we going to do? Are we going to die by raining scrotum attack?

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Reviews for 1948 - Futa Boxing Gym Part 2 (Quest for the Magic Jump Rope)

[Emme Hor · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The smutpunk shower literally rains on you in this one. This is an MJ book in full force. It's a stand alone and it's a part 2 of a series. MJ's books point out that society is already teetering on the edge of annihilation at all moments with it's ironic cultures, cults, and quarantines.