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(*supposed*) lack of *appropriate formatting* of this latest
fic of mine. Honestly speaking, I have NEVER sent to the FFML
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to screw up the outgoing messages, quite otherwise. Anyway, here goes
a re-re-re-checked version of my 2nd SMJ-based story. It does have NO
line longer than 76 characters, granted. Therefore, if you should keep
receiving unformatted texts from syriastingray@yahoo.co.uk via anifics.com,
[strong]I will not be the one to be blamed for certain[/strong].
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B4U START:
1) This text was originally planned to be the sequel and conclusion
to my SMJ story "Sayounara", but, as it wrote itself, an entirely
independent fic was born of my ball-point pen. If you would like to
know what "Sayounara" has to do with "What Are Saber Marionettes Made
Of?", then visit
http://www.geocities.com/alex_gray255/ ("Gillian's corner")
or
http://www.geocities.com/~davidpascal/smj/
kudasai.
2) This shameless lemonade is dedicated to the author of "Terrible
Swift Sword", who wisely observed that Lime, Cherry, Bloodberry,
Tiger, Luchs, Panther, Brid, Edge, Kyanny, Marin et al. are NOT women.
Is it because they are not human? Go ask him. IMNSHO, they are better
--- much ^_^
3) I solemnly promise that, at least until tomorrow, I will never write
anime fanfiction again.
"WHAT ARE SABER MARIONETTES MADE OF?"
"I am damned!", Mamiya Otaru exclaimed as he nervously moved backwards
to the wall of the room and an angry red-eyed JSM-01R he had never seen
before walked to him with resolution. Regardless of being overscared, he,
or rather something inside his mind, kept on thinking anyway: "Now that
Cherry and Bloodberry left us, Lime-chan has no one to prevent her from
growing up, from finally becoming an... adult. She is... she will...
she... she... she..." Otaru's back was already put against the wall.
His favourite one was staring at the place between his eyes. Lime began
to get undressed... She took off her garments, one by one: her weird
headwear, her unique sneakers, her socks, her sunkini... now Otaru
could not help taking a brief look at her crotch, that is, at those
interesting shapes that appeared through the fabric of her tight shorts:
the diamond and the triangle, or rather, the diamond within the triangle,
I mean, the open lips of her chink under the open folds of skin between
her thighs, which certainly would make his central limb turn into stone
in a couple of seconds if he was not feeling so confused and disturbed...
her black shorts, her black leotard... And a huge sweatdrop formed from
his head when he saw, again, that undeniable reality he had been afraid
of facing for so long...
Lime closed her eyes, took his head between her mechanical hands, and
forced her thirsty tongue into Otaru's mouth. His heart was already
beating fast because of the immeasurable fear he was experiencing, but
the kiss of his Lime-chan made it beat even faster. Notwithstanding,
his dick still was refusing to go hard. Anyway, the skinny woman-like
cyborg was just enjoying the sweetness of the lips of her owner:
"Otaru... Baka Otaru... Atashi no Otaru... Atashi no Otaru-chan... Your
mouth is so goo-ood, so swee-eet... Otaru... Baka Otaru... You are so
sweet, so good, so... s-s-so g-goo-ood... Atashi... no... Otaru-chan...
Atashi wa... Atashi wa... Atashi... Atashi... Atashi..." Lime could not
hold back her physical needs any longer: her everstiff superhuman
lovetool was commanded to suddenly rise out of its hidden sheath by a
superstrong electromagnetic device, and as a consequence her Otaru-chan
was violently struck right in the kintama; the pain caused by the impact
was so strong that he could not even speak "Ouch!".
Immediately after, reminding Otaru of the day when he activated her in a
secret chamber of the musaeum, Lime screamed an incredible inhuman
scream as loud as she could. "I'm dead now!", it was his lips attempted
to say in an unhearable murmure. With the praeternatural strength and
speed of a cybernetical warrior, Lime tore the clothes of Otaru to pieces
and made him lie face down on the ground; by last, she pushed her black
katana into his butt and started to, let's say, possess him.
"Otaru-chan... your ass is so good... Otaru-chan... your ass is so
sweet...", the love-hungry doll commented thoughtlessly while moving her
prick in and out of his anus. "Otaru-chan, your hole is so tight, so cozy,
so soft, so... delicious..." Lime put the tip of her lower lip on her
upper teeth and inhaled noisily. She continued thrusting and speaking at
the same time: "Atashi no Kannon-sama... Kannon-sama... Atashi no
Kannon-sama... Kannon-sama... Kannon-sama... Atashi no Kannon-sama is
gonna come... Atashi no Kannon-sama is gonna come... Otaru-chan, I'm
gonna come... Kannon-sama, I'm gonna come... I... I am gonna... Atashi
no... Kannon-sama... is gonna come... Atashi... Atashi... A...
tashi... A... ta... shi..." Lime's body was going to reach the climax
soon, so her operating shisutemu gave a new command to her progressive
knife. Now the vibrator inside her phallus was overthrobbing at ten
thousand revolutions per minute. In this way the seed glandule at the
root of Otaru's nerve was stimulated so powerfully that, in spite of all
the fear and pain he was feeling, his verge quickly became as hard as
iron, copiously ejaculating two minutes later. Almost simultaneouly
Lime got the maximum pleasure as well, requiring her bionic heart to beat
nearly five times per second and her lungs to breath ninety times a
minute. The small orifice between her lovehole and her joystick threw
some cubic centimeters of a dense milky fluid at the balls of her master,
confirming that her orgasm had been achieved. Then Lime put her arms
around Otaru's chest, closed her eyes again, and declared:
"Doumo arigatou gozaimasu, atashi no Otaru-chan... Doumo arigatou..."
Before the evidence he had just been shown, Otaru did have to admit to
himself: "Anoo... It was not that bad, after all... But..."
Just as if she knew exactly what he was thinking of, Lime pulled her
instrument out of Otaru's body and got herself ready for the second half
of the game. When Otaru was allowed to stand up, he saw his karakuri
ningyou was nicely prepared for accepting his cock; lying face up, with
her legs open wide and her black arrow at rest, her face was smiling at
his and her fingers spreading the valves of her clam, offering the warm
softness of her velvet underground to her beloved one. Otaru's saber
reacted promptly, refilling itself with blood and getting again the
hardness necessary to the job it had to do. It slid easily between the
sugar walls, but when its glans got in touch with the neck of her womb
the power organ was locked within Lime's chitsu by a reflex action of
the ring of muscles around the portal. The same subroutine also turned on
her uterine engine, which gave to Otaru's chinchin the most pleasurable
treatment it could ever receive. Independently from his conscious will,
he found himself hitting Lime's fruit rhythmically with the head of his
inkei, while her glassy eyes looked at nowhere as she inevitably repeated:
"Atashi no wareme-chan, atashi no wareme-chan, atashi no wareme-chan..."
Coincidence or not, on the exact instant that Otaru reached the supreme
bliss, the sensors of Lime's uterus sent to her otome kairo two signals,
one to perform the ejaculatory contractions, and the other to relax the
vaginal sphincter some seconds later. Yes, now the green-hearted girl was
feeling really fine, duly satisfied, doubtless. However... however she just
could not be sure that she had begun to be... truly happy.
Not yet.
With Otaru's sword still placed within her lower heart, Lime wrapped her
arms and legs around his body. And she held him tight, so tight... After
living those precious moments, she had just found a whole lot of words to
tell him; she did feel like saying so many important things to her Otaru...
but at the same time she did not know how to start it. Thus she hoped that
a sincere embrace was able to express what mere imperfect human words could
never describe adequately. Her intuition was right. After all they had done,
words were very unnecessary to make Otaru understand how deep was the love
his marionettes had always felt for him. In the end, he finally accepted
that he and Lime had been made for each other, made for loving one another
for life. This time it was he who made the first move. He kissed the mouth
of his Lime-chan so passionately... and then, at last, she could forget what
had happened between he and Luchs in Gartland a long long time ago...
>From that morning on, Mamiya Otaru and Lime-chan did live happily ever after.
As it should be.
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CLAVIS AUREA
Frequently-Asked Question:
"Why the heck manga and anime are so much better than most
cartoons and comics?"
Rarely-Given Answer:
"Evidently it's because the authors of manga and anime appear not to regard
the Japanese kids as perfect imbeciles whose respective perfect imbecilities
must last for eighteen years mimimum. In spite of the american military base
in Okinawa, Nihon is not a fully-westernized Asian country yet, therefore its
most intelligent citizens do not have to ask of the white house a special
authorization to think on their own."
signed: Rashojin Mizuki
from "Samurai Shodown II".
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