Jusenkyo Productions Proudly Presents A Bubblegum Crisis Lemon Check and Mate. Warning, this is a lemon and contains material that is sexually explicit, if you are under age, or in a community that does not allow this type of material DON’T READ IT BAKA! On the roof of the MegaTokyo Hilton, laser beams erupted. The AD Police had blocked all access to the building and they were now trying their best to keep the curious from getting too close. On the roof, two BU-55c’s had been cornered after they had gone berserk earlier that evening. The ADP suspected that overwork had let to a shutdown in their safety systems; making the two boomers go on a rampage that had left many dead and injured. On the roof the Knight Sabers danced. "Priss, you and Linna take the one on the left, Nene and I will go after the other one," Sylia said calmly and coolly. It was as if she was directing one of their training programs, not facing down the real things. "Right," Linna said. "OK Sylia," Priss responded, her voice a bit muffled. Sylia sighed, "Priss are you chewing bubblegum again?" "Well what was I supposed to do? You didn’t give me time to spit it out before this crisis started." Nene giggled, "A bubblegum crisis!" The rest of the group groaned. "Nene!" they all complained together. >From the safety of the Silky Doll wagon, Mackie watched the group destroy two more of Genom’s best sellers. He focused the monitor on the pink Knight Saber as she helped his sister decapitate a boomer. "Nene," he sighed. The Knight Sabers leapt from the rooftop to the wagon waiting for them below. "Man, that was a nice workout," Nene said hopefully. Sylia smiled at her, "Sorry Nene, you’re still going to have to go through training tonight." "But…," Nene said. Sylia just shook her head. "Linna?" she asked her friend. "I’ll be there to cheer you on," she promised. "Priss?" Nene asked with anguish. "After that pun? Forget it, you’re on your own," the RetroThrash singer told her. Nene started to pout, but then brightened as an idea struck her. She leaned over to whisper something into Sylia’s ear. Sylia smiled again at the younger girl. "Why, of course, Nene, that shouldn't be a problem," Sylia turned to her younger brother, "Mackie, stop at the Lady’s 633 before we head over to Raven’s." "OK, sis," Mackie said. "Hey, Sylia, what gives?" Priss asked. Sylia looked innocent, "Nothing, we have to return our suits to storage after all." Priss looked unconvinced. "Well?" Priss asked Nene. "Well what?" "What are you and Sylia up to?" Priss asked suspiciously. "Nothing Priss," Nene said, "Absolutely nothing." After they had stored the hardsuits, Sylia sent the rest back outside. A few minutes later, she and Nene came out. Nene was carrying a box. "So what’s in the box Nene?" Priss asked. "Nothing." Priss looked at Nene and started to open her mouth. Sylia shook her head. "It really is nothing Priss," Sylia said. "There’s a whole lot of nothing going around tonight," Priss grumbled as she got on her bike. They left for Raven's garage with Nene riding with Sylia in her Benz and Mackie driving the wagon. Sylia had Nene start first in the tank, and to the amazement of all concerned, she actually managed to last longer than four seconds before getting ‘killed’ by the target. "Good job Nene, you soon will be able to past level six," Sylia said into her microphone. "Hey Little Miss Cyberpunk, been eating too much again?" Priss teased as Nene left the tank. Uncharacteristically, Nene pushed past her, not responding to the jab. She went into the changing rooms and shut the door. Priss could hear the bolt being shot home. "What’s with her?" she asked the general public. "She has another battle to fight tonight," Sylia said, smiling mysteriously. "What’s that supposed to mean?" Linna asked. "Let me guess," Priss said, "Nothing right?" "No, a great deal actually. It’s your turn Priss," Sylia said. Up above in the garage, Mackie spent the time tuning up one of the bikes that were lying around. A tap on the shoulder caused him to turn. There standing in front of him was Nene. A transformed Nene. She wore a red dress that matched the color of her hair, where she had gotten it, and how she had managed to change into it Mackie didn’t really know. Right now his thoughts were far, far away from such trivial things like that. He was more focused on other, more interesting aspects of that dress. Like how low cut it was. Mackie was having trouble finding a safe place for his eyes. That hidden valley kept on drawing his gaze. Lower was even worse or better depending on one’s perspective, for the dress was slit to the thigh. As Nene shifted a bit, one creamy white one was exposed for a second. Mackie made a somewhat desperate noise in the back of his throat. Nene smiled at him, if it weren’t for the bike behind him, Mackie would have fallen over. "Mackie, do you want to go out for a bit this evening?" she asked. The little girl tone was long gone. The little girl that Mackie had known was long gone, in her place stood a woman. Needless to say, Mackie’s brain had decided to take a nice long vacation. With what little thoughts he had left, Mackie considered his own greased overalls that he was wearing and engaged mouth before engaging brain. He laughed. Nene’s face fell, tears welled up in her eyes, and anger hardened her features. "You jerk! I hate you!" she screamed, and to express her displeasure, she landed a right punch that Sylia would have loved to seen in battle, on his jaw. She spun, crying, and flew back to the hidden training center. She met Priss and Linna on the stairs. They only had time to register her and what she was wearing before she pushed past them. "Was that Nene?" Linna asked a surprised Priss. "I think so," Priss replied. Mackie appeared at the top of the stairs, clutching his jaw and yelling after Nene. Priss and Linna added two and two together and came up with a whole number. Angrily they advanced on Mackie. Priss picked him up by his shirtfront and pushed him against the wall. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Nene?" she demanded through clenched teeth. Behind her Linna added, "If you hurt her…" she let the threat trail off. "Well…" Mackie started to explain. Below the two angry Knight Sabers and their fearful victim, Nene flung her arms around Sylia, weeping. "Nene dear, what’s wrong?" Sylia asked, trying to comfort her. "He, he doesn’t like me," Nene sobbed, "He laughed at me." Sylia held the weeping girl for a bit. "You still like him right?" she asked. Nene nodded. Sylia smiled a bit, "Think of this as a chess game then. The object is to put the piece that you want in checkmate. You just had a bad opening move that’s all. The game's not over yet." Nene sniffed a few times. She looked at Sylia hopefully, "Will you help me?" she asked, "I never was really any good at chess." Sylia hugged the younger girl tight, "Of course I will, I’ve always been a good player, and I never refuse a challenge." Above them, Mackie’s talk wasn’t going as good. "You laughed at her?" Linna asked. Her tone and expression clearly stated that Mackie had made an extremely stupid move. Mackie nodded miserably. "Man, you’re lucky she didn’t decide to knee you in a lower area," Priss noted. Mackie winced at the thought. He looked pleadingly at Priss and Linna, "Could you two please help me?" he begged. "I don’t know," Linna said doubtfully, "After the way you laughed at her, I’m not sure she’ll want anything to do with you." "Please! I like her, I really do like her," he said. Linna looked at Priss, who shrugged. "All right," she said, "We’ll help you. First of all, get rid of the idea that you like her. A girl doesn’t want to be liked Mackie, she wants to be loved." "OK," Mackie said. "Second, you’ve got to tell her this," Priss said, "There’s nothing worse then when you love someone else and they won’t tell you the way they feel." "Like you and Leon?" Linna asked slyly. "You keep him out of this!" Priss yelled at Linna, her face getting a bit hot. At the AD Police HQ, Leon sneezed. Sylia had finished wrapping up her plan to Nene. "You got all that Nene?" she asked. Nene nodded, then she laughed a wicked little laugh, "Poor Mackie, he’ll never know what hit him." "Oh I don’t think he’ll be upset at all," Sylia said. "Why don’t you take my car and go wait in the guest room at the Lady’s 633. I’ll rescue Mackie from Priss and Linna and head over there myself." "What do you mean rescue?" Nene wanted to know. Sylia pointed to the monitor where Priss and Linna were still drilling Mackie on how to woo a girl. It had advanced to the subjects of what gift to get her as an apology. "Just remember Mackie, diamonds are a girl's best friend," Linna was saying. Priss shook her head, "Nope, if you really want to impress her, get her a bike, she’ll love ya for it." "A bike? What kind of romantic gift is that Priss?" Linna asked. "The best kind, it’s hot, fast, and sexy. It says that every time you have it purring between your legs, I want you to remember me!" Priss said. Mackie blushed beet red. Giggling, Nene turned to pick up her coat, "Thank you Sylia, this really means a lot to me," she said. "Just remember to have fun dear," Sylia said. As Nene turned to leave, she paused for a second, "Oh, Sylia?" "Yes, Nene?" Sylia asked while shutting off the equipment. "Do you think I should hold out for the diamond or the motorcycle?" she asked. "Don’t push your luck Nene," Sylia said. Nene went up the stairs, pausing just a bit when she got to Priss, Linna, and Mackie. Mackie pulled free of Priss’s grip and stood in front of her. "Nene, I…, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you." Nene pushed past him, not bothering to look at him at all. "She’s really pissed," Priss noted. Mackie hung his head, "I’m doomed," he said. Sylia put her hand on his shoulder, "Maybe not just yet," she said. She handed a note to Linna, then the pushed Mackie towards the wagon. "Let’s go home." Linna unfolded the note and then she and Priss read it together. ‘Wait ten minutes, then close the garage. Come in the back way quietly and meet me in the control room. Bring your own popcorn.’ "I know she’s lightened up since she’s gotten back from Germany with Mackie, but what do you suppose this means?" Linna asked Priss. "Damned if I know," Priss replied. Priss and Linna arrived at the Lady’s 633 building and went into the control room. There they found another note. This one read, ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes.’ Before five minutes were up, Sylia came into the room bearing a large bowl of popcorn and a couple of drinks. "Hey what gives?" Priss asked her. Sylia smiled, "How would you two like to get back at Mackie for all the times he peeked at us while changing, AND at the same time make sure Nene’s happy?" "OK, how many boomers do we have to kill?" Priss said. "None, you two game?" "I’d go for just the chance to get Mackie back," Linna said, "I still haven’t found all the pictures he took the last time." Gesturing for Priss and Linna to be quiet, Sylia hit the intercom, "Mackie?" she called into it. "Yeah sis?" Mackie’s voice came from a speaker on her desk. "I left a disk in the guest bedroom, could you go get it for me?" she asked. "Sure," then the intercom closed. Sylia hit another button, "He’s on his way Nene, good luck." Then she closed the channel. "Wait a minute, Nene’s in the guest bedroom?" Priss asked. Sylia nodded. "This was planned between you two wasn’t it?" Linna stated. Sylia nodded again. "Mackie’s not going to come out of there in one piece is he?" Priss asked grinning. "I believe he will lose something tonight," Sylia confirmed. "So why did you want us here then?" Linna asked. For an answer, Sylia turned on one of the monitors. The caption read ‘guest bedroom, status: lights off, one occupant. Feed: live.’ "Oh so that’s why you told us to bring popcorn," Priss said. "Hell hath no furry like a Knight Saber scorned," Linna laughed. On the screen the lights came on. Mackie’s mind still hadn’t quite gotten back from its vacation. He was still trying to thinking of a way to make up with Nene when he went into the guest bedroom to find whatever it was that his sister wanted. He flipped on the lights and shut the door behind him. So engrossed in his thoughts about Nene was he that he didn’t notice Nene laying on the bed in front of him. "Hello Mackie," Nene said in a voice that one could only call seductive. The visual stimuli were finally starting to make itself known in his brain. Mackie blinked a few times, then looked again, not trusting what his eyes where seeing. His thoughts were running on the lines of, ‘OK, let’s try this again. Nene is on the bed; Nene is on the bed wearing one of the more interesting outfits from the Silky Doll’s collection. I seem to remember wanting to see Nene in this, wondering what she would look like when it first came in. She looks damn good.’ He said the ‘damn good’ out loud without realizing it. "What’s damn good Mackie?" Nene asked in the same tone. Mackie’s mouth opened a few times. Nene’s outfit wasn’t leaving much to the imagination, and what it did leave there was a suggestion that it wouldn’t remain that way for long. This was having a major effect on Mackie’s thought processes. Nene’s seductive whispering wasn’t helping at all. Mackie finally got his mouth in gear, "You, you uh, look really good Nene," he said in sort of a squeak. Nene smiled at him, it turned his knees to rubber, "Why Mackie, what a nice thing to say." She turned over slowly giving Mackie amble viewing time of her body. Then she turned around and started to crawl over to him. There was nothing submissive in that crawl. It was more as if a tigress was on the hunt. "Why don’t you come over here Mackie?" she asked. Mackie gulped a few times, his mouth had suddenly gone dry. "I, uh, I," he said. Nene reached the end of the bed. She slowly climbed off and walked towards Mackie, swaying her hips as she walked. Mackie was having trouble breathing. When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around him and started to rub up against him. To her delight, she felt that all this was having a definite effect on Mackie. There was a bulge in his pants that was stiff and hard. Mackie for his part was well aware of the effect it was having on him. He also felt that Nene too was aroused. He could feel her erect nipples through the lace that she wore and the shirt that he was wearing. When her nipples brushed against his chest Nene let out a small moan of pleasure. "Why don’t you join me Mackie?" she asked again, still rubbing against him. "I, uh, I," Mackie repeated. Nene smiled again, those ‘chess’ moves that Sylia had given her were having a wonderful effect. Of course she was suppose to stop here, at least that’s what she told Sylia. But when another jolt of pleasure ran through her body when she brushed up against Mackie again, Nene decided that this was not the time to stop. Nene led the unresisting Mackie to the bed and pushed him on to it. Then she straddled his waist, effectively immobilizing him; not that Mackie was in any hurry to leave. Nene leaned down until she was lying on top of him. She slid her hands under his shirt, rubbing her hands over his chest. She whispered in his ear, "I love you Mackie." That it seems was the key to unlock Mackie. He reached around her with his arms and held her to him. The sudden move took Nene by surprise, and she didn’t realize what Mackie was doing until he kissed her. Her first reaction was to pull back slightly, and then she gave into his kiss. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue. They stayed that for a few minutes, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Then Mackie broke the kiss. He started to move his mouth to other parts of her face, her neck and shoulders, then finally started to nibble on her earlobe. "I love you too Nene," he whispered to her, "I always have." Nene blushed a rosy red. Mackie pushed her up a bit so that he could look into her deep green eyes. He could feel the demands that his body was making on him; a call that was much older than the both of them was urging him to mate. He could feel from Nene’s trembling that she was feeling the same urge. "Nene, are you sure? I mean this…," he trailed off. "You don’t want me?" Nene asked, her voice close to tears. Mackie mentally hit himself upside the head, "Oh God no Nene! I want you; you don’t know how much I want you. But I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want." Nene smiled again and leaned close to his ear, "Then shut up and let’s go baka," she whispered. Then she fastened her mouth on his again. She disengaged after a few minutes and quickly got rid of Mackie’s shirt. She again ran her hands over his chest, noting that his breath shortened and the bulge in his pants had gotten larger. This was too much for her curiosity and she unbuttoned and pulled his pants off of him as well. That’s when Mackie struck, he rolled, forcing Nene on to her back with him over her. His brown eyes full of mischief, he started to kiss her neck again while reaching over with the palm of one hand to rub one of Nene’s nipples. Nene let out a gasp of pleasure when his palm touched her breast. This felt nothing like when she did this to herself. She moaned again as Mackie broke off from kissing her neck and moved to her breast. The feeling of his breath through the cloth was driving her to more arousal than she had ever felt before. Already her panties where wet. Wishing more, Nene reached up and pulled the straps of her outfit off. She slid it down, then with a slight movement of her foot, sent it to join Mackie’s clothing. She lay nude before him, legs slightly spread. Mackie sat back a bit to appreciate Nene’s body. While her breast were smaller than say Priss’s, they were still full and fit her body size wonderfully. Already her nipples stood erect and red. Her recent aggressiveness in fighting had trimmed her body down. Of course he really didn’t think that, to him, she was the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen. He bent down again, this time taking her nipple in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue and nipping slightly. Nene’s moans told him that she was enjoying his efforts. Then he felt her hands on his head, urging him to go lower. Mackie worked his way down Nene’s body, paying attention to the feast before him. When her got to her pubic hair, he jumped and started to kiss the inside of her thighs, working ever closer to her entrance. Nene moaned again, this time in anticipation. After what seemed to be an eternity to her, her slid one of his fingers just inside the outer lips of her vagina. He moved it up and down slowly until a sudden gasp from Nene told him that he had hit her clitoris. Mackie played with that for a few minutes, sending waves to pleasure to Nene each time he touched her clit. Then he slid one of his fingers inside her, moving it slowly back and forth until it reached her barrier. He stopped in surprise. "You’re a virgin?" he asked. Nene looked a bit hurt, "Yes, I wanted my first time to be with some one I loved, and I never met someone like that until now," she looked at him directly, "Are you?" Mackie went red, "Well, um, yes," he whispered. "Sis wouldn’t let me have a girlfriend when I got older, too much chance that I would 'spill something she said." He looked at her, "Don’t you dare tell Priss or Linna." Nene smiled, "After tonight, you won’t have to worry will you?" Mackie looked thoughtful for a second, "You know, you’re right." Nene wrapped her arms around him again, "Then in that case…" she left it hanging and slid one hand down in a caress and stroked the waistband of the boxers. He got the hint. Mackie laughed slightly and slid his boxers off. Nene spread her legs apart for him and Mackie positioned himself between them. She could feel the head of his penis pushing against her entrance. She reached down and spread her lips open and guided him into her. He pushed in slowly until once again he reached her barrier. She was quite wet and griped him wonderfully tight. Mackie stopped to enjoy the sensation of being inside someone else, and the feeling of ecstasy of that someone being the one he loved. He looked into her eyes again. "Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded and braced herself. Priss had told her all about her first time when she was drunk one night. She remembered the singer telling her of the sharp pain, followed by heavenly pleasure. With one swift thrust, Mackie broke through. Nene gasped in pain, but then the sensation of Mackie filling her fully inserted itself, the pain was but a memory as Mackie started to thrust. She quickly matched his rhythm, and they moved together. She could feel him slide in and out of her, and the feeling of a build up was growing. She was almost there when she felt him stiffen and thrust deep inside her. His penis jerked and shot his seed deep into her. The feeling was enough to send her over the edge and she came as well, crying her lover’s name. In the control room Linna and Priss stared at the monitor. The idea that Nene of all people could be that aggressive was a foreign one. As the two lovers disengaged themselves and held each other closely; Sylia leaned back in her chair smiling. She had a feeling that Nene would be taking the name Stingray soon. "Check and mate," she said. Bubblegum Crisis is owned by Artmic and Youmex Inc. The English subtitled/dubbed version is owned by AnimEigo. I haven’t received permission to use anything of theirs, and I hope to hell that they never get their hands on me for what I just did. Please don’t sue me.