Bloodberry stood over the unconscious Tiger. She looked vigilant for any sign of the other Saber Dolls. After getting knocked out by the EMP, she was revving for a fight. Tiger had been taken down easily enough with a surprises attack, but the other two would have the advantage of surprise. She promised herself that she would fight with all her Maiden Circuit to protect Otaru.
Across the street, hiding behind a building, two pairs of eyes were focused not on Bloodberry, but the unconscious bundle at her feet.
“Should we go get her?” Luch asked her fellow Saber Doll. Panther thought about it for a long minute, she wondered what Lord Faust would do.
“No, she went back alone and she’ll come back alone. We have to return home and tell Lord Faust the EMP failed.” Secretly Panther was thinking of the way Tiger always pawed at Lord Faust, who she loved just as much. They may have been sisters in design, but put a man between them and they would rip out each other’s hearts. Luch nodded and both of them hopped away from their fallen comrade.
Inside the house, a salvia drenched Otaru walked towards an unmoving Cherry. Lime followed him and even with the grime way things were looking, she found it hard no to smile. When she coughed up Otaru, she caught his yummy taste for a brief second; she had loved the way he tasted. Now, she wanted desperately to eat him while she was fully functioning. Thoughts of eating that tasty boy were put on hold; they had to save Cherry first.
“Lime, hold Cherry’s mouth open so I can slid down.” He asked her looking at the smallest of the three Marionettes.
“Okey-dokey!” she exclaimed as she walked to the back of Cherry’s head. She propped her mouth open with her finger and smiled at Otaru.
“She’s ready for entry,” Lime said as Otaru nodded. He pushed his head into Cherry’s mouth and looked down the chute; it was tubular hole that went down to her stomach. Pink flesh made up the tunnel and to Otaru he saw that it looked exactly like how a human males throat appeared. The skin lining was slimy to the touch and was very elastic. He reached above his head, sliding his arms down the inactive throat, and pushed his shoulders in with only a little effort. The insides of Cherry’s throat were slippery enough that his own weight sent him sliding deeper. As his chest pushed into the lower lip, Lime held the mouth open wide so Otaru could get in easily. The posture he had to take to slide himself in was easy at first, then progressively more awkward, until finally he was stuck.
“Lime, massage her throat, so she’ll swallow!” Otaru screamed from inside Cherry’s throat. Lime let go of the mouth and the jaws clamed down gently on Otaru’s waist. Her fingers went to the bulging throat and she started to rub the neck to cause an involuntary swallow. Artificial muscles complied and a wet gulp came, followed by Otaru sliding in few inches. His thighs bumped against Cherry’s flaccid face as he pressed forward, and he slid all the way to the hips in the gaping maw. By wiggling deeper, Otaru pushed one hip and then the other past the lips and into the chute like neck of Cherry. Now, his feet couldn’t touch the floor; propped up by the lower jaw, his legs kicked in the air. With out needing any more help from Lime, he squirmed deeper into the motionless Marionette. After a moment, the stretched throat lost its hold on his hips and he began to slide deeper, smoothly descending toward the end of the throat and the entrance to the stomach. As his thighs slid into the frozen jaws and his knees followed, He felt his head push past the sphincter and he gazed into the dark stomach. With a kick of his legs, he went sliding past the mouth, down the throat and into the tiny stomach. Unlike Bloodberry or Lime, Cherry’s stomach was so tiny that he doubted that even he could fit in. As his feet left the throat, the sphincter closed off immediately and he was crammed tightly into this tiny mechanical stomach. Minutes past, but finally a familiar voice speak from all around him.
“Master?”