You huff into your hands to warm them up, then rub them together to ward off the cold. Each puff of air of yours leaves a hot mist in front of you, this weather was truly rough. Coming out so late at night was a bad idea. You nervously check your phone to see the time. 2:37AM. She's late. Fuck this, you knew it was a catfish, you weren't risking going to jail for-

"Well, howdy pard'ner. I take it you're CNYLover208?" A small girl calls out from behind you with a southern accent.

You slowly turn around, expecting the police to be pointing guns at you, but there was no one but her. A tiny little girl with a shark tail, white hair and flat chest standing at a whopping 1,40cm in height.

"Well, are ya? You gotta open yer mouth to speak ya know?"

"Uh... what if I am?"

"Ah, I see what's goin' on 'ere. You think this is some sort of ruse don'cha? Well I guarantee you this cowboy is one hundred percent alone. No need to fear!" She gave you a warm smile with her sharp teeth.

"I'm guessin' it's yer first time doin' something like this, so I can see why you're worried. But fret not, Gura is here to help ya!" So her name was Gura. Totally unlike her username, OceanCowboy69.

She stepped towards you innocently, you took a step back in return. She looked at you funny and cracked a smile at the gesture. Then she stopped, right in front of you. Her body was so small her head was barely above your groin whilst standing up. She then raised her tiny little hand up to yours as if to invite you.

"Well, shall we?" And with a gentleman-like voice, she asked you to hold her hand. You gulped, and hesitantly took it.

"First, let's get outta this cold. I can see ye shaking in yer boots from 'ere." She chuckled.

Gura then guided you to a place down the dark alley, a sketchy heavy iron door under a blinking light. Despite her size, she managed to pull the at least 200 kg door with one hand rather easily. She just looked at you and smiled, beckoning you to go inside first.

Inside was rather cozy, it was some sort of bar, though it seemed empty or abandoned even. Despite it, everything seemed in working order, even the heater.

Gura walked up to the drinks behind counter and grabbed herself a bottle of whiskey.

"Ya want some?" You shook your head.

"Ah well, more for me." She then popped the cap, poured herself a glass and downed it in an instant.

"Whew, that hits the spot. Nothin' like a hard drink to warm ya up in the cold season." She poured another glass with even more whiskey and downed it once more, this time a shiver went up her spine prompting her to make a "brr" noise and smack her tail on the ground.

"Alrighty, that's enough of that. All warmed up!" She made a popping sound with her lips when saying "up".

"So here's the deal, mister. You're gonna get on that couch, and then we're gonna fuck. Pretty~ - simple, right?"

You just stood there in silence, still unsure if you were being set up. Surely not right? They wouldn't make a child drink alcohol for a sting? You had to make sure. You walked towards the counter and grabbed the bottle.

"Heyo~ ya listenin' to me? Guess yer thirsty but geez, at least say somethin'." You took a swig directly out of the bottle. Yup, that was definitely alcohol, stronger than what you were expecting too, you almost spat it all out.

Okay, so it was established this was not a police sting. That's good. You looked over to the little girl right next to you, scantily dressed in only a blue hoodie giving you a worried look.

"I don't mean ta insult ya or anythin', but do ya have brain damage perhaps? Empty noggin' or somethin'?"

You sighed and closed your eyes, making up your mind. As soon as Gura opened up her mouth to say something, you grabbed her with both hands manhandling her over to the leather couch in the bar's corner.

"Woah there pard'ner! That's more like it!" She seemed very into it letting herself be carried.

"Let's get this party started!" Gura then eagerly took off her hoodie and dropped it to the ground, revealing her incredibly petite naked body underneath it, pale soft skin, a couple of gills and scars, but you did not mind. Her ribs were peeking through her chest, but she did not seem to be malnourished, given that her hips were large, plump and curvy. She had no breasts though, poor girl. However, given your tastes, that only made it hotter.

"Ya know the deal, fill me up reallll~ good and make sure to really pound me hard! Don't worry about hurtin' me, this cowboy isn't in her first rodeo!" She gave you a smirk and a wink, laying down onto the couch.

You knew what you had to do. She made that very clear when you first talked to her online. Meet her up in the morning, go with her to her secret spot and then treat her like a toy, fuck her without restraint. She said she had a massive fetish for having her tiny body being dominated and played with, that kinda stuff. It seemed too good to be true at first, but it was actually happening.