Otaru slumped into his tiny apartment. Today had been one of his most tiring days as an angler. He had got one of the biggest tunas he’d ever seen on his line. The beauty could of easily sold for a months worth of food for the apartment. When he had tried to reel that baby in, the fish had tugged back and pulled him into the river. Then if that wasn’t bad enough, the fish got away with Otaru’s fishing rod trailing behind it. Out one jumbo fish and fishing rod, Otaru tried to sell the meager amount he had already caught at the fish market, but no one wanted his tiny catches. He had to go running all over town, looking for someone who wanted his fish. Now, in the middle of the afternoon, he has returned home wet, tired and wanting to get back to sleep and stay that way until this horrible day was over.
Looking around his apartment for his three marionettes, he saw not hide or hair of the artificial women. Then he remembered, the local theater show was putting on a reenactment of how real women act and Lime, Cherry and Bloodberry had wanted to go see it. Well, actually only Lime and Cherry really wanted to see the performance, they had to drag Bloodberry with them. Alone in the apartment, Otaru gave a sigh of relief. Until the show ended later tonight, this was his sole apartment. Otaru did something he hadn’t been able to do since awakening Lime all those months ago, he stripped in the middle of his apartment. Pulling off his heavy, wet clothes were such a relief for Otaru. Pulling his blue boxers off, he tossed them to the floor and pulled out his futon. He was going to get back to sleep and pretend that this day had never happened. As he tucked himself in, he never saw the door creak open, just as he was falling asleep.

Bloodberry huffed as she walked home; imagine the flat chested hussies actually thought she needed to know how real women acted. Bloodberry knew just how real women should act, to please their man. She wanted Otaru in more ways then one; she wanted a man to fill her sexually and a man to fill her stomach. Yes, she wanted to eat Otaru, but not digest him. She wanted to show him every inch of her body, from the inside and out. She wanted Otaru’s flavor on her tongue and his flesh in her belly. She wanted for Otaru to scream her name as he reaches the plague of pleasure with her at his side.
“Take me know master!” She cried out in the middle of the street. Everyone stopped and looked at what they perceived to be a malfunctioning marionette. Bloodberry saw the stares and growled at the unwanted onlookers.
“Haven’t you ever seen a girl scream for her man before?” She shouted at the people with a vein bulging in on her forehead. The onlookers quickly dispersed. No one knew how powerful the malfunctioning marionette was and they didn’t plan to find out. Seeing that her watchers were gone Bloodberry continued home, imagining Otaru doing wicked, perverted things to her, not all associated to her desire to consume the man.
She came to the tiny apartment that he shared with Otaru and her other two marionettes, although personally it would have been better if it were just she and Otaru. She walked into the apartment and stepped on something. Reaching down she picked it up and saw that it was a pair of boxer. Taking them to her face she gave them a big sniff, yep, they were her Otaru’s all right. She had memorized his smells from the brief times she nuzzled her face into his body. She wondered why Otaru would leave such a treasure (at least to her) around the house like this. Then, she saw the trail of cloths leading to the sleeping man on a futon in the corner. Creeping towards the sleeping figure, Bloodberry kneeled over him and pulled the covers off, it was her Otaru. Then she reached down a little lower and pulled back the sheet around his legs, it was her little Otaru. Figuring that her true love/lust had gotten home early knowing that she was going to be here, he had fallen asleep while waiting for her sexy presence.
“Don’t worry master, your big breasted true love is here,” She whispered over the unaware Otaru.