Never Beating the Allegations

And yet, Kronii really couldn’t keep her eyes off of what Shiori pulled out of the back as the deep blue collar and matching leash were illuminated as the lamps in the park turned on. It was already getting that late, and there was little doubt anyone but herself and Shiori would be at the park, which meant that Kronii already understood the implications of the collar. “Oh geez, I didn’t know you wanted to be committed enough to get a dog together. I’m more of a cat person myself, you know.” The clock felt her dominance slipping as she tried to maintain any sort of leverage, and, luckily for her, Kronii’s coat hid the fact that her thighs were squeezing together at the sight of that collar.

Even worse for the dryness of her panties, the warden saw how wide the smirk was on Shiori’s face, and she couldn’t tell if she should be more worried or horny about it. “I thought it was obvious how much of a kitten you were, but you’re really not going to continue to play dumb, right? This is your last chance: Strip off your coat and get on your knees, sweetie, or else I’ll <i>really</i> make you beg if you ever want me to tease you again. You’re not the only girl I could walk around a park with a buttplug in her ass, you know~”

Once more, Kronii knew her various fellow idols were pitted against her as she tried to maintain her dignity, although it took her a moment to realize what Shiori said. “Did you just say a buttplug?...”

“Did I stutter? Or maybe you actually don’t want me to shove it way up your pooper?”

“N-no, I just…” The warden’s hand instinctively moved to cover her blushing cheeks as she turned away, feeling her panties grow just a touch more damp in the meantime. As much as she wanted to not act too shameless, her horniness was getting the best of her as she undid the buttons of her coat with her free hand. Slipping out each button felt like giving up more of what little independence she had left, but then again, this was pretty much what Kronii expected to happen. Perhaps not to the extent of a collar and buttplug, but her desperation got the best of her as her coat finally fell to the ground.

Right away, a whistle sounded from Shiori as Kronii couldn’t help but whimper. All the warden could do was let her face scrunch up in embarrassment as she revealed her cat-themed lingerie in the dim lighting of the park lamps. “There, this is what you wanted, right?” No matter what kind of pictures she previously sent to Shiori, doing this in public drove up the embarrassment level as Kronii did her best to cover her boobs and crotch, and she could see a particular fire in Shiori’s eyes at her shamefulness.

A soft humming came from the archivist as Kronii watched her close the distance between them, especially as Shiori toyed with the collar in her hands. “You know, I almost considered making you beg on your knees for this, but you’re too cute in your lingerie. I’m glad I made you come out here, so stand still and don’t try to fight back unless you want to go over my knee.” Immediately, the clock straightened and up in place as she was glad she had a hand covering her crotch. Otherwise, the stain at the front of her panties would reveal just how much of a fraud of a tsundere she was as Kronii felt her gulp all along her throat.

The soft leather of the collar pressed against her throat as Kronii tried her best to remain as still as she could, although her body couldn’t tell if it was more scared or turned on by feeling Shiori’s hands around her throat. Her hand kept the collar against her skin while her other hand reached behind the warden to fasten and tighten the choker, leaving even a single gulp to softly chime the attached bell. “Good girl~ And now, time for your other reward.” What Shiori pulled out wasn’t a surprise anymore, and Kronii almost felt like she could purr at the thought of enjoying such naughty fun like this, whether her body shivered from the cold or excitement. Finally, the archivist produced a cat tail from her bag, and the park lights reflected in the shine of the clean, unused plug. “Now, spit on it.”

Once more caught up in her horniness, Kronii took a moment to process what Shiori said as she blinked at the dual-haired girl. “What?”

“Spit on it.”

“That’s what I thought you said… but why?”

“How else am I going to shove it up your bootyhole? Or do you want it to go in dry?”

Blinking a few times at that suggestion, Kronii opened her mouth to respond, but it took her a moment. “Uh, n-no? Did you not bring like lube or something?!” Even with no one else around, the warden hesitated to raise her voice, but Shiori’s ideas kept getting the best of her.

“Ugh, fine, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” Before the blue-haired girl could ask what ‘the hard way’ was, her collar was yanked down, and Kronii’s knees almost buckled as her couple of inches over Shiori turned into the archiver leering over her. Once more, she tried to open her mouth to speak, to object to this, but her words were halted by Shiori’s lips. Her collar was pulled again to keep her from pulling away, although Kronii only partially did so out of surprise from Shiori using her tongue to explore her mouth. Swapping spit was an understatement between the two girls, especially as the warden’s knees eventually gave out from under her.

However, the archivist didn’t stop making out with her as Kronii struggled not to completely collapse on her hands and knees, even if it meant falling prey to the pleasure of the kissing. She could feel the drool leaking at the corners of her mouth from such sloppy kissing, and it didn’t help that Shiori’s free hand pressed on either side of her cheeks. If Shiori wanted her to spit that badly, then the dual-haired girl was doing a good job, as Kronii couldn’t tell what spit was hers or Shiori’s at this point. All she could do was keep making out with her until Shiori let go of her cheeks and finally pulled away. As much as Kronii wanted to swallow the mix of saliva in her mouth, Shiori once again said, “<i>Spit.</i>”