neko@estudios.com (Neko)


Greetings.

I'd just like to point out that this is my first attempt at writing a
lemon, so it probably doesn't make too much sense (Run while you
still can!) I've written it for a laugh as much as anything else so
it has remarkably little plot. If you like some story with your lemon
then you're in the wrong place I'm afraid.

This is also my first attempt at posting a message to a newsgroup so
I hope it makes it in one piece.

Warning: The following fanfic is a lemon. It involves various adult
themes including, fantasy, masturbation and the entire Bolivian navy
on manoeuvres (it's true!) Please don't read this if you are A)
underage, B) easily offended, or C) one of Shirow's lawyers.

(You are entering the Hentai zone. Good luck!)


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A typical night at the station.

It was a cold night in Newport city, massive amounts of toxic fog had
enveloped the city and no one was outside. Knowing it would be a
quiet night there was only a skeleton crew at Tank police
headquarters and the few staff that were on night shift sat around
drinking coffee and playing cards, except for one...

Leona crept down the stations darkened corridors as she made her way
to the tank bays. She knew that at this time of night no one would be
down here. She entered the vehicle bay that Bonaparte was sat in and
carefully made her way over to the tank. "Hello baby" she whispered
as she ran her hands down the sides of the hull. "I've been waiting
for this all day." she murmured as she pressed herself against the
mini tank. She ground her crotch against the hull and sighed as she
felt herself beginning to get wet.

She checked to make sure no one was around and then climbed into the
tank, sealing the hatch as she did. Once inside she moved down to the
drivers seat and began to unbutton her shirt. She could feel her
fingers trembling with excitement and her panties sticking to her, no
matter how many times she did this she never tired of it.

Alone in his apartment Al was climbing into bed, despite it being so
late he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He'd been patrolling with
Leona all evening and the thought of her had given him a raging hard
on. Although she probably didn't realise it, he knew how excited
riding around in Bonaparte got her. Sitting in the drivers seat with
the back of his head only inches from her open legs he found it
difficult to concentrate on the road, images of her lithe, young body
writhing under his kept appearing in front of his eyes. It had got to
the point now where he would deliberately drive Bonaparte over the
roughest ground he could so that the jolting of the tracks and
vibrations of the engine would cause Leona to become excited. He
didn't know how he controlled himself when the smell of her love
juices filled the tiny tank, he had developed a backache from having
to sit awkwardly in order to hide the massive erections that she kept
causing him.

Stripping herself completely Leona inhaled deeply as the smell of her
musk mixed with Bonaparte's oil caused her to become even more
excited. Her hands moved to her sensitive breasts and she began to
stroke them and to play with her stiffening nipples. She knew how the
shape of them through her tight fitting tops excited Al and the
thought turned her on. "Well, he'll have to wait" she thought, she
already had the perfect lover. Although technically still a virgin,
she had long since given herself to Bonaparte and wasn't ready to
give him up yet. As she became wetter she slid her hands down her
body to her groin. Whilst one hand began to stroke the area around
her clit she gently eased a finger from the other into her tight
pussy. Arching her back she pushed her finger in and out of herself,
she was almost ready. Sitting up she reached into her discarded
shirt's pocket and pulled out a bottle of body oil, she smiled in
anticipation as she poured some into her hand. "Lets get you ready
shall we?" she murmured to the tank. Reaching forward she spread the
oil over the biggest of the tanks control levers and then, panting
with excitement, she turned around in the small cockpit and presented
her rear to the control panel. Spreading her legs and leaning down
Leona felt the head of lever come to rest against her dripping pussy
lips. Moaning loudly she pushed down and felt the shaft begin to
slide into her hole. With one hand supporting her the other again
began to stroke around her clit. Feeling the first waves of orgasm
approaching Leona pushed herself down and more of the lever slid
smoothly into her, eventually she couldn't take anymore inside and
began to push herself up and down, the walls of her pussy squeezing
on the lever. As her finger gently brushed her clit she cried out her
pleasure, she was almost there.

Laying naked on his bed Al reached over to the photo of Leona on the
bedside table and picked it up. As he stared at it his other hand
reached down and began to pull on his rigid shaft. He began to
breathe heavily as he stared at the image, her cute face and her
lithe body, wishing that the photo of her was nude. As he pumped his
hand his mind filled in the parts covered by clothes, he could
practically see her glistening body laying spread open for him. Her
small, firm breasts and her tight cunt, his hand began to speed up.

Needing more stimulation to achieve release Leona pushed her body
backwards and reached around behind her butt. Her hand found another
of the control levers and angled it forwards, she moved her body
until she felt the tip of the lever rub against her asshole. Taking a
deep breath she bore down and cried out as the cold steel of the
shaft pushed deeply into her butt. This always hurt her but she loved
the feeling of giving every part of her body to Bonaparte. As the
pain and the pleasure mingled inside her she began to cry out louder
and louder as she impaled herself again and again onto the levers.
Finally her young body could take it no more and she arched her back
and came, squirting her love juices onto Al's seat. Her loud cries
echoing around the tank, Leona could do nothing except jerk her
orgasm out. Finally she relaxed and settled back, only to yell out as
her weight pushed more of the shafts into her, her backside settling
on the control panel as both levers disappeared completely into her
shuddering body. Leona forced herself off of the levers with a
squelching noise and collapsed onto the drivers seat. Fighting the
urge to sleep she knew she had to get up and clean the evidence of
her passion but for know she was content to lounge there, basking in
the glow of her orgasm. "Thank you lover" she murmured as she slowly
caressed the tank's seat. "You were as wonderful as ever." She smiled
and drifted off to sleep.

Needing his release Al stuffed his hand under his pillow and pulled
out a pair of skimpy cotton panties. He grinned as he remembered how
he'd stolen them from Leona's flat when he'd visited her there. He
pressed them to his face and inhaled, even though they were washed he
thought he could still smell her in them. The image of them stretched
tightly across her mound and ass sent him over the edge and he
wrapped them around his cock and exploded into them, shooting out the
come he'd been building up all day. For a long time he just lay
there, letting his breathing return to normal. Eventually he climbed
under the sheets, kissed the photo and murmured "g'night Leona." He
was asleep in seconds. For some reason he dreamt of the entire
Bolivian navy on manoeuvres. (Ha ha, told you they were in here!)

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THE END (Congratulations, you made it!)

Well, you survived your trip through the land of Hentai and back out
into normality, I'd just like to point out (again) that this is my
first attempt at writing a fanfic, lemon or otherwise, so please be
gentle with me. If you have any thoughts on this story (even if it's
"yuck") then please e-mail me and share them. ( neko@estudios.com )
I'd really like to know what people think of this and whether I
should carry on writing lemons or go and hide under a rock somewhere.
Hey, I promise I'll even read flames (although I can't garuntee I
won't fall off my chair laughing at them.)

If I do decide to write more lemons then I'm open to suggestions, if
you've got any requests then let me know, no series or character is
safe! Bwa ha ha ha! (although an original Ranma lemon might be kinda
difficult.)

I apologise for the armies of spelling mistakes that were battling it
out with the hordes of grammatical errors that had invaded. Even the
mighty spell checker failed to save the day.

My thanks to Jeffrey Wong and all the other lemon writers on this
newsgroup for inspiring me to have a go myself. (It's all their
fault! Blame them!)

Vast helpings of thanks of course to Masamune Shirow for writing the
best damn mangas in the land. (I would point out that all of the
characters I've used in this fic are trademarked to him but its not
as if anyone from Dark Horse or whoever is going to be reading
this..... "So Smith, you had to take the story with you to the
bathroom to make sure that it was in fact a breach of copyright....")

And thanks to you for reading this far. (Unless you skipped straight
to the end, in which case you missed the really exciting bit in the
middle when the meaning of life was explained. Honest. Go and have a
look if you don't believe me.)

Bye. =-)