The alarm bells were ringing the moment you heard "play date" and "Gura" in the same sentence. You had steeled yourself for the events that were to come.
Kronii was guiding you around the park, her dainty tiny hand wrapping around yours. She had de-aged herself to her loli form, wearing a straw hat and a pure white summer dress.
She had a dirty grin , unbecoming of such an innocent looking face.
The park was sparsely populated, few people witnessing the questionable scene of you being lead on by a little girl. Thank God.
Eventually you reach a public playground, there was a short white haired girl hanging from the jungle bars, her tail waggling excitedly at your approach.
"Kronii!" Gura drops down, jogging towards the both of you while waving.
"Gura!" Kronii waves back, letting you go and rushing forward to hug her.
Gura was wearing her denim dress with suspenders, her slippers were left by the side letting her dirty feet be exposed to you.
"This the guy?" Gura sizes you up, you've seen pictures of her but the Atlantean didn't have the pleasure to reciprocate.
"Yup! This is the lucky guy!" Kronii wraps her arms around your hip, you had to bend forward in order for her to reach you.
"Well then! GET HIM!" Kronii pushes you off-balance easily. You had been taken surprised by the sudden force.
"Will do!" Gura flashes you a toothy grin, her small frame belied her immense strength. Her large and strong tail whips forward and lashes you on the ankles, causing you to trip on the sand bed.
You try getting up, but Gura mounts you before you can do so. Her crotch firmly planted on your face.
"Come on Kronii join me!" Gura calls out, your cries of mercy muffled quiet by her cat imprinted underwear.
Kronii smiles evily, picking up her skirt and exposing her own panties. She walks on over mockingly like a lady, before she sits down with Gura, both of their cunnies on top of your mouth.
You're trapped and cornered. You can only scream out as you feel something wet seeping into your mouth.
They were peeing. Their soaked urine stained panties suffocating you. You felt like a mujahedeen in a CIA blacksite being water tortured.
You can only cry as the both of them giggle and laugh at your suffering. You can feel a little hand going under your jeans, grabbing your dick and squeezing it like cucumber.
Why God?
Why did he abandon you to these devils in angelic form?