"Yo dude wassup?" You look up, your eyes previously glued on your phone, Krono's standing over you. The handsome azure-eyed bluenette had a haughty and cocksure face. A face that was currently smiling arrogantly at you.
You roll your eyes, dude's just trying too hard.
"What the fuck are you wearing," you ask, eyeing "him" from head to toe.
He was wearing a tacky, shredded oversized sweater blazoned with the logo of a typical overpriced hypebeast brand. His long legs were sheathed in tough, denim skinny jeans and ending in his feet were sneakers from a skater brand that sold out and became mainstream.
God "he" was such a hipster tryhard, you bet Krono was more concerned with the price tag of the entire fit rather than practicality or the quality.
"It's called being fresh," he whirls around in a flourish, he looks like a fag, "Yo we goin? Come on anon chop chop!" He actually claps his hands, like you were a fucking chauffeur, his fanged smile makes you seethe, and what the fuck was that on his ear? Was that a fucking earring? Jesus.
"Yo 'dude' don't do that shit, not cool, I'm not your servant," you grab Krono by the wrists, forcing them down towards his chest. His eyes open for a bit, taken back by your reaction, "Sorry," he says that in a low voice, genuinely apologetic.
You need to control your temper, you already know about the 'circumstances' behind Krono, you should try to be more understanding.
"Sorry, let's go," you lead Krono out of the café, taking him out towards the wider world.
Your first stop was the arcade, your main destination, Krono's never been to one before which was understandable. He had no idea how to operate the coin machines, thank Lord that they accepted card nowadays or else he was screwed.
Krono was bad, really bad. You absolutely demolished him at every game; hoops, DDR, the rail shooters, the retro fighting games and even the crane machines.
"FUC-," he stops himself mid sentence, his eyes noticing a group of kids standing down the aisle, watching him in the midst of his tantrum.
"Calm down," you chastise while shoving the snake plushie you won in the crane machine directly into his arms. He's embracing it, admiring it's dumb looking face, blinking several times before blushing lightly. "T-Thanks dude," he tries to say before you cut him off. "Keep it, my gift to you Kronster," you say a bit egotistically, thumbing your nose. He remains silent, unaware of the true significance of what you've just done.
Next stop was the park, you were planning to take him to a zoo. Just a hangout with a dude. Unfortunately Father Nature had other plans.
"SHIT I MEAN SHEEP," Kronii curses out, the snake plushie over his head as the both of you tried to outrun the torrent of rain. You made SURE to double check the weather reports. This was bullshit.
The both of you reach shelter in one of the public restrooms, the type that stinks something fierce. Kronii's face cringed, fingers on his nose. He was absolutely drenched, all of that streetwear merch flushed down the drain.
"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while," you say while staring at your phone's screen, the weather app that spoke of clear sunny sky now saying to be aware of an hour of heavy rain.
"Y-Yo anon...I think my bindings are fucked," Krono says in a dissonantly high pitched voice, holding on to the plushie like it was a life preserver, your heart stops for a moment. That wasn't good.
You look out, you can see several more figures retreating from the rain, sharing the same idea as you as they headed to the bathrooms, directly towards you. If they caught Krono...
You panic, grabbing Krono by the arm and gunning it for one of the empty stalls. The two of you up against each other as you both stand silently, hearing the cries and conversation of the party that arrives in the restroom just minutes after you, it seems they didn't notice your presence. That was a close one.
You're staring into Krono's eyes, so close were your faces that your noses could touch. Krono breaks off the stare down, looking at the floor a flushed mess.
"I'm sorry, we're gonna be stuck here. We should've taken our chances and-," you were quietly machine gunning your excuses out when Krono's finger touches your lips and shushes you.
"Heh, I know anon, you were just looking out for me," he says softly in a whispered voice, a beautiful smile on his face.
You almost forgot for a second Krono wasn't Krono.
He proceeds to take off his sweater, excess water being wringed out as he pulls it overhead. You instinctively close your eyes, blushing like a tomatoe
"Come on anon, don't make this weird," Krono with "his" much higher voice was always something that threw you off.
You see them, the soaked sarashi band around his-her chest. She turns around, wordlessly asking for you help.
Slim waist, narrow shoulders and wide hips. This wasn't a dude. This was a woman.
You can feel the lump in you throat as you shallow and steel yourself for the task, your shaking hands inserting fingers in between the clingy sarashi and the pale and smooth skin.
You peel it off slowly, unwrapping the cloth around her waist, the more you unwrapped the more did her chest start to bulge out before they expanded out, two massive flesh sacs now hanging in front of her torso.
"Whew, compressing these were killing me," Kronii whispers out as she holds the breasts in her hands, shaking and jostling them, unmindful of your bashfulness as you stared at the gorgeous shape and movements. You turn away, you couldn't control yourself otherwise
"Yo anon, what's up? Why'd you turn around? What's up with your face?" she's smiling evilly, noticing how timid you were being. She was such a hypocrite, she was self-conscious about this too considering how red she earlier.
"S-Sorry," you bleat out like a lamb, why were you like this? It was the same Krono that you hanged out with. Kronster, your bro, your homie, you shouldn't be making this weird.
"Y-Yeah...me too, I guess today was a bust huh?" Your gifted plushie in front of her breasts, covering them up. She's saying things out of nervousness.
The both of you stand silently, overhearing the laughing of the group outside, unaware of your presence.
Then you feel them, pressed against your back, your spine tingling at the same time your balls descend. Oh they were big, and you could feel two REALLY hard nubs stabbing you. Your dick rises up almost immediately.
"Thanks for taking me out anon, I'm sorry that we have to mess around like this," she whispers into your ear, half sincere and half teasing. Why was her husky voice so erotic?
"Kronii, if you don't stop I'm gonna fuck you so hard everyone outside will hear it," you hiss out distressingly.
She didn't give the answer you wanted.
You feel soft and tender hands sliding around your pelvis and resting on your crotch, long and slender fingers massaging your raging shaft.
"Yo anon? Wanna play a game? First one to make a sound pays for dinner." She whispers again, deeper with a little bit of sadism thrown in. This fucking bitch, you hated her so fucking much. The worst part is you had more to lose if people out about Kronii. God damn it, this was your punishment for messing with deranged Asian chicks.