The three marionettes walked towards there home, well, actually Lime and Bloodberry walked, Cherry sulked behind them. She was furious that her master would even tolerate being inside that foul, perverted body. She knew he just had to be forced into stay inside Bloodberry on threat of digestion; it was the only logical answer to why he wasn’t fighting with all his strength to escape. There was no way that he could possible enjoy where he was, no sir. Add to the fact that he was naked and everything made sense. Bloodberry must have taken her poor weak master by force using her brute strength and evil cunning. He must have been so scared as the Marinette with the deformed chest humped him like a rabid dog. Then, in the grips of terror for his life, that monster sucked him down and threatened to digest him if he didn’t cooperate with her dastardly plans.
“Oh, poor Otaru. You must be afraid for your life right now,” she sniffed, as she cast her eyes upon the villain.
She knew what she had to do. Lime had been taken in by the act forced on him by the beast. She couldn’t see that their Otaru would never like being inside someone as perverted and lust driven as Bloodberry. Bloodberry had to be a deceiver, it was in that sluts sick style to force the innocent Otaru to suffer from her dark ambitions. When they got home, Bloodberry would have to drop the act and let Otaru out. She couldn’t pretend that he had to stay in her for his decency because no one but them would see his naked body, (she smiled since this started when she thought of Otaru naked) If she refused to cooperate then she would courageously take on the stronger Marionette and with love giving her strength, defeat the evil bustier enemy. Then when Otaru was cut out of the hide of that evil creature, they would hold hands and even though he had been frightened, he’ll tell her that he always had faith that she would come to his rescue. As she had dreamed for many nights, she’d tell him that being eaten can also be a sign of love. Without her having to say it out loud, he’d offer to be the first man inside her belly. Together they’d live happily ever after with her cooking for him and him being her meal ever so often.
“Oh, Otaru you’re so yummy,” Cherry whispered as she imagined Otaru’s taste.
“Hey flat-chest, stop talking to yourself or people will think you’re crazy,” Bloodberry called out from ahead of Cherry. Fuming because her daydreams had been halted, Cherry promised herself to kick Bloodberry around a bit after she cut out Otaru.
When they reached the apartment, Cherry closed and locked the door behind her. Then, glaring at Bloodberry, she made her demands.
“Now that we are inside puke out Otaru!” She challenged Bloodberry.
“Hold on, I’ll only let Otaru out if he really wants out. So do you want to be out in the cold world with the flat chested dolls or be inside me warm and cozy?” She asked her stomach which answered immediately.