The Pink Panther Saber

The Pink Panther Saber

A Nene/Mackey, BGC2040 lemon that took 8 months to do. (Holyyyyyy hell)
by Ta-kun


Why? Because it was the perfect time. Sylia Stingray was gone. Away to buisness talks held at the Neo Tokyo hotel plaza. Priss? At Hot Legs, an allnighter. Lina, she was visiting her parents again. Nigel. He was at his spare depot. in the city, collecting parts for his shop. And Henderson, the one who would be most likely to step in? He was helping her. He was the one who talked Sylia into going to the buisness talks, deciding that “Master mackey and Miss Nene might require some time together.”

And so, her cunning plan involving her boyfriend began.

Barefoot, Nene tiptoed up behind Mackey and gently put the stereo on the ground behind him. The rubber stoppers made no noise as the pink Knight sabre snuck up behind the younger mechanic. With a wolfish grin, she stood over him and crammed the baggy coat over Mackey’s head. For the young Stingray, the world became dark and his waving arms fell into 2 large sleeves. By the time he realised a very large, old coat had been thrown over his head he had heard the snapping click of a stereo’s play button, as well as the padding of someone’s feet moving away quickly.

Pulling his head out of the baggy folds, Mackey looked around only to see a stereo sitting next to him. Before he even had a chance to wonder, a tinny wailing sound played before the notes smoothed out to a sax playing. “The..the Pink Panther?” he wondered outloud. “Yah huh” came his answer behind him. Nene’s voice came behind an 8 foot tall tool rack. Before the brown-haired tech could even ask, it soon became clear what she was about to do.

Mackey could only stare as Nene’s bare foot and ankle poked out behind the shelf, he slender leg following her toes outwards, past her knee until all but her thigh was visible. Bending back, the sole of Nene’s foot ran up and down the side of the shelf, her leg moving in such a sexy inviting way that Mackey felt his cheeks redden. After a few more rhythmic strokes matching the music, her thigh peeked out and her leg lay flat against the steel side. Mackey’s eyes went wide when he realised one penetrating thought: Nene wasn’t wearing panties.

“Ne-Nene?” The named girl giggled at Mackey’s stuttering. She had to admit, she was enjoying the show, and the cold steel against her skin was undeniably exciting. Especially just where it was touching at the center of her hips. “Yes?” she called back, peeking around the corner in her seductively casual voice. It wasn’t the only thing that caught the younger tech off guard. Nene’s feathery blonde hair fell over her face in all directions. Her eye’s were half closed and her cheeks had a faint blush that changed her normal cute face to just plain sexy. Her bare shoulders and neck were visible from behind the toolshelf, leaving Mackey to only wonder if she was completely naked or not.

As if she read his thoughts, the blonde hacker sighed and shifted her position. Leaning back with her leg still firmly pressed against the metal, her arms and back came into view. The moment before her breasts appeared though, a coat similar to the one she had put over him appeared over her slim figure. The material covered her round chest and waist, down her back and over her sex. Even part of her ass was visible, the coat severely bunched in parts, showing her body off.

Pulling the shoulders up over her, the overcoat fell over her frame and covered her entirely again. With a wink, Nene stepped back behind her cover. Her leg slid up and down the shelf once more before slowly disappearing as well. Before vanishing completely, Nene’s hand flew out as well, hugging the shelf like her leg had done as the song’s sax trumpeted. Her index finger pointed at him and beckoned him twice before following the rest of her body.

Mackey made one attempt to walk before realising something and freezing in place. As any male youth would after seeing what he saw, his trousers suddenly became very restricted. “Oh oh..” He pulled the coat closed but the giggle across the room told him everything. Too late. “Can’t walk, huh Mackey?” The panther girl was leaning out from behind the other side of the shelf. Mackey’s red face told everything and the hacker gave a playful grin. “Good.”

Nene stepped out from behind the shelf towards Mackey. The way she deliberately moved her hips while walking gave off the image of a panther stalking it’s prey. Every step made the coat swing open slightly, showing places of her naked body for a few seconds until the coat shifted with the opposite step. Mackey stared, unable to move an inch as more of her body increased the tension he was feeling. Finally Nene reached Mackey, standing up on her toes and throwing an arm around his neck. With a hungry passion she kissed him.

Mackey stood ridged for a few seconds before giving into desire. Both teens willingly gave themselves to the hungry lips over their mouths. Curling her leg around behind his knees, Nene pulled away. The next second Mackey felt his ear between her teeth. Her blonde hair fell over his face and cutting his vision out. All he felt was her warm breath for a few moments before she whispered one word seductively into his ear. “Roar...”

Nene’s leg around his body pulled back, bending his knees and throwing him off balance. Pulling his neck forward, Mackey landed on his knees, face forward into her belly. In the folds of her coat she pushed his face closer against her naval. Without waiting for any word, Mackey drew his tounge along her stomache in licks, bites and kisses. Above him his blonde, pink panther cooed softly. Her moan grew throaty as she felt his mouth taste her belly button before drifting away.

Nene’s nails clawed the back of his shirt and over his neck. Behind her she felt his hands come up and hold her legs and backside, the slickness on her abdomen heating her on the inside. Mackey’s tounge trailed over her skin more and more until he heard her growl. Suddenly his head was pushed downwards by a rough hand through his hair. Speaking of hair...

Mackey just sat on his legs after being forced down and back. No less than 3 inches away were a pile of dusky blonde curls. Mackey couldn't think straight, being able to only smell Nene's scent of arousal. All that was in his world was the body in front of him. Standing on her toes and leaning forward, she hovered over his face and pulled him upwards with a hand on the back of his head. "Be mine, Mackey." she ordered in a low voice.

Knowing only what was pressed against his face, the tech put his hands on pink Sabre's thighs and pulled her close. Nene's throaty moan echoed in the room as she felt his tounge disappear into her wet folds. The teenage hacker sighed and gasped feeling the boys mouth stroke her insides. Everytime she felt him lick her sex her body relaxed, legs buckling slightly. Soon she had all but collapsed on his face, still pressing him as far into her flesh as possible.

Mackey’s hands sweeped over her thighs and legs, loving the moaning and sighing of his name. Pulling away briefly, he nuzzeled against her dark curls and kissed her bare sex.
“Aaahh...”
His hands rubbed the inside of her legs and his tounge poked inside.
“Ooohh...”
He rubbed the nub of her clit with his nose and pushed as far as possible.
“Huh-ahh..Mackey!”
All of Nene’s control was shot with that final lick. Her body fell completly limp against him, pushing him flat to the ground while digging her nails into his shoulders. Gasping and groaning, she still felt the boy’s magical tounge lapping away at her orgasm. Some of it was dribbling down his mouth and her leg, running onto the floor.

Finaly his tired mouth pulled away from her opening and Nene shifted to sit on his chest. With flushed cheeks, decorated with the occasional drop of white, Mackey stared up at the girl he just made oral sex to. Sweat-matted hair stuck to her face and her eye’s were closed in exstacy. Her creamy skin seemed to blush all over. He also couldn’t help but feel the dampness in his shirt from where she sat, knees either side of his head.

Nene opened her teal eyes and smiled a panting smile down at him. Sliding her hands down her legs to her thighs, she grabbed Mackey’s wrists and pulled. Two warm, soft orbs of flesh filled his palms as she planted them on her breasts. Nene’s hard nipples poked out between his middle and index fingers. Her deep breathing made her chest rise and fall in his hands, and as if it was automatic, Mackey gently squeezed and rubbed.

The blonde hacker sitting on top of him let her arms fall down near her sides. A gasp escaped her mouth as she felt the hands she was in close over her nipples, pinching them.
“Ahh... that’s right. Just - uh huh, just that...that haah!”
Without noticing, Nene had slid closer to Mackey’s face and was caught offguard as the boy licked the crease of her damp sex again.

“Cheater.” she winked. Arching her body, she pushed herself back until she sat near his hips and pulled at his wet shirt. Sweat and her orgasmic fluids stained it as she pulled it off and dropped it.
“It’s also unfair you’re wearing this much.”
Leaning over, she gave a fleeting lick over his chest and neck. Her breasts were pushed against his face as she chewed his ear.
“Unfair on me that it is...”
As Nene spoke, her ankles fell either side of his erection poking in his trousers and playfully pressed against it. A shuddering breath fell against her chest and she grinned, pushing harder against him. The hint was taken quickly.

Nene groaned loudly as she felt Mackey’s tounge captured a nipple, grazing against the hard bud. The sound of suckling echoed in the room. Chewing lightly, Mackey gripped the sweet tasting nub with his teeth and pulled. Arching her back, Nene gyrated against his hips before quickly sitting up on her knees. For a few seconds she hovered over him, eye’s closed and breathing heavy. Mackey could only stare as a few sticky drips trailed down her slender legs and drop onto his overalls. Opening her eyes slowley, she fell back against him and feverishly started unhooking buckles on his clothes.
“No more damned teasing...”

Mackey’s hands fumbled over the clips of his cothes, like he was in limbo. Like he still couldn’t really believe that Nene, the same one who insisted he called her Miss Nene, the same one who would yell about being more mature before tackling him and sticking her tongue out, was the same one lieing on top of him naked, not to mention she already hit her climax. Because he went down on her too. Maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe he was just going to wake wake up and there’ll be nothing left, save for the memory and sticky sheets. Yeah, that’d be -
“Haah!”

Mackey gasped as Nene’s fingers wrapped loosly around him. The blonde hacker pushed her hips backwards until the head of his organ was tip against her folds. She pulled her hand away, leaving him leaning against her. Nene’s red cheeks turned upwards. She gave Mackey a wink and without warning slid down on him. Her breasts jiggled and she threw her head back, moaning sharply. Undrneath her Mackey groaned from the tight feeling that was around him as the older girl on top of him breathed deeply.

Nene looked back down with a flushed, feather-haired smiling face. Her full breasts shone with sweat that covered most of her slim figure right down to her ankles, making Mackey realise just how soaked his own headband was. The Pink Knight Saber slowly, teasingly and torturingly sexily eased forward. Her hips grinded against his, making the youth under her give a ragged breath. Nene lay down over Mackey’s body, keeping her legs tucked up on either side of him. She barly resisted the urge to tighten or move over him again, simply to his the look of extasy on his face. Instead she simply lay there, sighing contently as she felt him inside her.

Mackey tried to keep his breathing controlled, feeling the weight of Nene’s soft breasts pressing against his chest. That was when he bacame painfully aware of the way the girl on top of him was staring at him. Half closed, happy eyes kept looking over his features as she trailed tiny little pecks over his face, before planting a firm one over his mouth. Mackey pulled his arms up around Nene, deepening the kiss as he felt her tongue inside his mouth. The youth tasted her sweat as it dripped down from her forehead to her lips and instinct took over.

One of Mackey’s hands slid up Nene’s side and to her chest. He lightly pinched her nipple and drew circles around it, Nene moaned low and arched upwards, pushing her chest forward again. She pushed with her toes against the cold floor as Mackey would stroke her, sliding inches out and back in again. Everytime Mackey stopped Nene would push her butt back down, trying to fill herself again.

The teens moved their hips together, Nene still pushing back down as Mackey slid his length out. He moved his hands down her chest over her legs and around her back, holding her backside firmly. The blonde hacker gave a small yelp of surprise which melted back into a moan as her breasts pushed into his face and he reacted. Mackey suckled Nene’s pert nipples and held her firm ass. The girl whimpered in protest as she felt her lover slide out again. She tried to push back down but Mackey kept her held still. Any protest she had was cut short with a teasing chew at her nipple.

Nene watched with hazy eyes as she was held still. Mackey’s tongue kept it’s painfully wonderful actions on her breasts. Her hands followed his arms back around to her small butt and then back around to her thighs. She looked down past her chest at her sex and stared at the hypnotic picture. The head of Mackey’s cock was still tightly inside her. Her malty pubic hair were a sexy contrast to his nighttime ones. Between the two she watched as the inches of his length slowly worked back inside her until the 2 colors met and mingled and seperated again. The bud of her clit rubbed against it as he stroked her and she arched backwards, her kneaded butt and her tender nipples sending waves to her thighs.

Mackey moaned against Nene’s chest. He could taste the sweat that covered her body and the way she felt around him was too much too describe. Wonderfuly tight but smooth. Like a slick friction. And so hot! Mackey’s speed increased and she tightened around him. The hold he had on her backside broke and he fel back, moaning as she grinded against him.

Nene took full advantage of being in control again, and as soon as Mackey tried to sit up she pushed down on his again, watching the teen fall back and moan. Leaning down over him she smirked and gave the side of his face a kiss and told him to stay put. Slowly, she lifted herself up and down on him, feeling her depths widen around him. She closed her eyes and moaned, bringing herself up with effort from the feeling and dropping back down quickly, making his length disappear again. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she moved quicker and soon Mackeys hands were back on them, moving in circles.

Both teens started quickening their pace. Nene pushed up with her legs and back down with her weight. Her head was forward and eyes closed, moaning while her short hair fell over her face and whipped around. Mackey pushed his hips up and thrust against her falls. His member drove in and out of her wet sex with fast strokes. Both of them moaned loudly as they drove against each other. They moved so fast that once Mackey pulled out of her and they didnt hide their desperation at being back together. Nene straddled his hips and and swung around on top of him afterwards, legs clamping against him to make sure it didnt happen again.

Mackey drove up inside of Nene and the blonde teen fell hard against him. Her mouth hung open and she moved her hips around him, feeling her clit being rubbed from the contact against him. Mackey felt her walls grip him and she groaned, a hot, sticky wetness rushing over him as she clung to him, shaking from her orgasm. Mackey kay rigid still, arms around Nene’s waist as he felt the preasure around him increse. He watched where their sexes joined as her wetness slipped down her smooth thigh, the image sending a rush to his head. Mackey clanmped his eyes shut and moaned against the older girls side, making small thrusts up into that she met as he came.

Nene threaded her hands through his messy hair, panting and clinging against the boy. She fet him shake from his own orgasm and whimpered as she felt him slip out of her, relising already she missed him. Mackey held onto her, breathing heavily and refusing to meet her gaze, afraid something would happen now. Instead she leaned back, face flushed, but with a satisfied smile. She leaned her weight against him and pressed her mouth over his. Nene collapsed over Mackey’s body, letting her arms fall limp and her legs stretch.

A few feet away, next to a crumpled old coat and Mackey’s overalls, the sterio played the sax refrain again.

“Hold long does that song go for anyway?”
“I got a half-hour version of it of the net.”
“A-a half an hour?”
“Yeah. Why?”

Mackey gave a sheepish look and reddened. Nene flushed face laughed and flew up to catch him on the mouth in a quick kiss.
“Hey, we got plenty of time to improve, dont we?”
Nene let her words hang in the air, their implications setting in soon afterwards. Mackey made a noise in the back of his throat and Nene grinned down at him. She yawned wide and sunk back down on top of him, absolutely no sign of leaving being made.
“Mm..Night loverboy.”
“Night...loverboy?”
Nene giggled and kissed the shoulder she rested on. “Night Mackey.”


Created Tuesday, 15th June, 2003
Complete Thursday, 26nd February, 2004
(Say it. Bad Ta-kun. Bad!)