You tap your foot, waiting for the person in front of you to decide, looking up at the available movies.
Kronii is much more patient than you, of course—though, as the warden of time, it's perfectly within her capacity to be as patient as she wants in any situation.
She elbows you slightly, and you stop, sighing. You were going to be late to the movie if you didn't hurry up, you try to communicate to her silently, not wanting to make a scene.
Kronii rolls her eyes, then makes a twisting motion with her hand. Of course there was no point to you worrying, if she could just reverse time, but you'd prefer just getting there on time.
Your eyes rove over the rest of the—foyer? You didn't know the word—of the movie theater, frustration rising slowly. Your gaze slides over a group of teens chatting at a table, presumably waiting for their film to start, and…
Huh. You're pretty sure you recognize that small red-haired girl filling up a drink at the soda fountain. You definitely recognize the ratlike ears barely visible through her hat.
"Baelz is here," you note, nodding at the rat. Kronii glances her way as well—just as she turns around to leave, and their eyes lock for just a second.
You suppress a groan as she starts making her way over to you. Now this was going to take ten times as long, with the rat complicating things.
Fortunately, the man in front of you finally gets his tickets, and you step up to the counter to get your own, letting Kronii handle Baelz for the time being.

"So what's up, dudes?" she asks, scuffing a shoe along the floor. In public, she generally wears a bit… more, mostly out of need to hide her ears and tail. Still, her fashion sense is as loud as ever—her jacket looks like it's made of caution tape, multiple layers of yellow with "DO NOT CROSS" imprinted on them, and a surprisingly low-key bright blue toque. The warm jacket didn't fit very well with her miniskirt and exposed thighs, but you weren't gonna tell her how to dress.
"Anon wanted to see this new romance movie," Kronii tells her, rolling her eyes like she's indulging you simply by being here.
"Sometimes I want to do normal couple things!" you huff, crossing your arms. You get that Kronii doesn't really like going out a lot, but sometimes you just want to go on a normal date, you know?
"And then we got held up by an annoying guy in line who spent three minutes asking the clerk what movies are good…" She shrugs, clearly not bothered by it.
"Oh, really? Well hey, maybe I can do somethin' to cheer you up." She leaned in, steepling her fingers. "Which guy?" Her eyes flick across the crowd.
"Him." You point subtly at the man in question, inclining you head in his direction to make it clearer as he stands at the soda fountain, hemming and hawing about which drink to grab.
"Check this out." She giggles under her breath, and flicks a finger. The soda fountain creaks ominously, and suddenly a blast of cola catches the man in the chest, making him cry out in surprise.
He grabs a bunch of napkins, trying to clean it up, but the stain is already setting in. Baelz blows off her finger like it's the barrel of a gun, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
"How's that? Huh?" she asks, showing razor-sharp teeth as she grinned. You chuckle despite yourself—it was a little funny, and the vindication of revenge was always nice.
"I think we should get going, babe," Kronii says, trying to extract the two of you before the rat pulled you into another scheme. "We'll catch up with you later, okay?"
"Huh? But we're seeing the same movie?" You blink, stunned, and even Kronii pauses. That was news to you. "Why not watch it together?"
Christ. You had wanted this to be a romantic experience for the two of you, but if the embodiment of chaos forced her way in… you'd have to put her down gently.
"I was hoping it'd just be the two of us," you attempt, giving her a small smile while your hand seeks out Kronii's. She takes it reluctantly, always hesitant to show affection in public.
"Ahh." For a second, you think you've gotten through to her as she nods, stroking her chin. "Well, no problem! The more the merrier, right?" She quickly grabs your other hand, pulling you towards the theater.
This was clearly not going to end well…

Baelz immediately claims a seat as you enter the theater. Infuriatingly, she ends up between the two of you, kicking her feet impatiently as the trailers play.
"See? We were fine," Kronii whispers to you over the rat's head, smiling at you as the tension dissolves slightly. Still, the fact that you're being forced to sit apart from ehr is more than frustrating enough.
"Mhm." You try to settle into the seat, but Baelz has already claimed both of the armrests, and doesn't seem likely to relent.
A few moments pass like that, watching explosions and jump scares on the big screen above, trying to suppress the annoyance you felt at the intruder between you.
Unfortunately, it proves to be a bit too much for you. God. You spent two weeks looking forward to this date… and it was ruined so easily. The perfect vision you had in your mind of how tonight would go was dissolving in front of your eyes.
"Ah!" Baelz sits up suddenly, her back straight as an arrow. In the low light, you can barely make it out, but you can tell her cheeks are flushed, almost as red as her hair.
"Is something wrong?" Kronii whispers, leaning towards her. If you didn't know any better, you would think she was smiling.
"N-nothing!" Baelz insists, sitting back almost robotically, clearly not okay.
"Really? It seems like something's wrong. Don't worry, you can tell us," Kronii says, laying a hand on her wrist. A flash on the silver screen momentarily illuminates the two in white light—Kronii is definitely smirking now, holding the rat's wrist to keep her from retreating.
"Uh, okay." The embodiment of chaos swallows nervously, now blushing all the way up to the tips of her ears. "Uh, my powers sometimes… have a backlash, when I use them." You raise an eyebrow. Really? You supposed her domain was chaos.
"Something happen?" you ask, leaning in to make sure your voice is heard. She nods, ears twitching under her toque. "What is it?"
"I… it's private," she whimpers, clearly incredibly embarrassed. You don't think anything has changed, but in the low light, it'd be difficult to tell.
"Really? So private that you can't share it with your good friends?" Kronii's lips are almost on Baelz's ear now, her voice husky and seductive.
"I-it's…" Baelz stammers a word, and then stops, shaking her head. Kronii's grip on her wrist loosens, and then she slides her hand forward, until her fingers interlock with the rat's. "It's my panties," she admits.
"What about them?" Kronii asks, taking swift control of the situation. You're not sure what's going on anymore.
"They're gone!" Baelz replies, anger in her tone.
"Oh, really?" Kronii's tone, by contrast, is incredibly calm. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" the rat hisses, gritting her teeth.
"I feel like I should make sure this isn't another one of your pranks," Kronii tells her, and you see a hand snake over the armrest, crawling up the rat's thigh. She freezes, her face practically glowing red, but doesn't stop the warden as her figners dip under her skirt and feel her pussy directly.
"Nn—nngh!" She bites a finger to supress the squeak as Kronii does… something to her. Your gaze meets your girlfriend's, asking her exactly what she thinks she's doing.
Kronii just smiles at you, and you feel her telling you to just enjoy the moment. Fine, whatever. The night was already ruined enough, might as well go with the flow.
"Jeez." The warden clicks her tongue, wiping the tips of her fingers off on the rat's skirt as she withdrew. "I'm still not sure. You could've just never been wearing panties at all."
"What?" You can feel real anger in that, Baelz showing teeth as she almost growled the word. "I don't do that!"
"You've never done it before," Kronii corrects. "At least not that anybody's noticed," she appends with an amused grin.
"W-what?" Baelz sputters in confusion as Kronii goes on the attack again, this time reaching into her jacket. "Eep!" She squeaks again as Kronii fondles her breast, probably checking to see if she was wearing any underwear at all.
"Hm. Are you doing that 'band aid' thing again?" Kronii asks, running a finger over a slight bulge in the rat's shirt, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and escape the relentless molestation.
"No! I'm wearing a bra!" she insists. Kronii doesn't seem to believe her. You blink, and there's an instant where it feels like a pit opened up in your stomach. "Ah! You're kidding me!"
"Doesn't feel like it," Kronii whispers, smirking again. You knew that feeling—Kronii had just paused time to get rid of Baelz's bra. That was a bit too much. "I wonder why you would do that?"
"I didn't do anything!" the rat protests, her normal confidence quickly fading as she's toyed with by the warden.
"Hmm. Maybe you didn't meet us here on accident?" Ignoring her words, Kronii continues. "Maybe this was all on purpose." She leans in closer. "Maybe you just came here hoping we'd take pity on you and give you the fucking you need."

The rat squeaked again, wordless this time as Kronii teased her nipple. You could barely see what was going on—the movie has started on the screen above, but you couldn't care less at the moment.
"See? You wouldn't be this sensitive if you were just here as a coincidence," Kronii tells her. You're really glad that there isn't anybody sitting close to the three of you—there had only been two other couple you'd seen when you entered.
"B-backlash!" Baelz mutters through gritted teeth. "Not my fault!"
"Sure, of course," Kronii replies, rolling her eyes. "Anon? Wanna get in on this?" She raises an eyebrow.
"I…" You shake your head, not even sure where to start with this. "What, exactly, am I 'getting in' on?" Some fun, her eyes say. But she doesn't voice it.
"A bit of… punishment." Baelz jumps again as Kronii gropes her. "This little brat is sitting here leaking all over this seat. Maybe you'd like to come and plug her up?"
An outraged noise dies somewhere in the rat girl's throat as Kronii's fingers brush her clit again, once again under her short skirt.
"Sure." Why the fuck not, at this point. Baelz was cute, if she didn't open her mouth too much. And it was an open invitation from your girlfriend. "Here."
You stand, and Kronii removes her hand from the rat girl just in time as you lift her up, swiftly replacing her in the seat and putting her down on your lap.
"Ack!" Baelz doesn't have much time to protest, and you can feel her warm thighs on yours as you settle in. Despite Kronii's words, there's no wet spot on the seat, or anything like that. "Hey!" She huffs, seeming a bit more composed now that she wasn't being actively molested. "…yer not as comfy as the chair," she eventualyl settles on, her face still flushed. She didn't have the spirit to actually complain, it seemed.
"Relax," Kronii exhales, her hand again resting on the other girl's upper thigh. "We'll take good care of you."
You're not sure how long it lasts. You know that Kronii uses her powers to rewind time at least twice, and you know she's far more aggressive in teasing Baelz than you are. Your hands mainly stick to her chest—her nipples are incredibly sensitive, and it feels like you're playing her like an instrument when you cup her soft breasts in your palms.
Which, to be frank, is a very appreciated boost to your confidence. You weren't going to insult your girlfriend, but she was a bit less… expressive in bed, to be sure, and you'd always had a creeping anxiety that you just weren't good enough for her, despite her attempts to tell you otherwise.
That, and the growing wet spot on your jeans, was telling you that Baelz was very much enjoying the experience. Of course, your cock strained against the fabric of your pants even before she'd started needily rubbing herself against it, and at this point, you were beginning to wonder if your pants wouldn't just 'disappear' like her underwear did.
"I think that's enough," Kronii murmurs. Baelz's breath hitches as she interprets the words as an end to this 'punishment'—while the two of you had fondled her quite a bit, Kronii had been very insistent she not cum. "Pants off," she tells you, and you feel the rat sag against you, worry fading.
You unbutton your pants shakily, sliding them down a few inches—enough for your dick to pop out, painfully erect as it pokes against Baelz's ass. She pants hungrily, shaking her hips almost mindlessly, lost in a haze of pure need to cum.
To be frank, you're not too sure you've got any right to recriminate anybody for being too horny as you grab her under each arm and lift her up, positioning yourself carefully.
"Oh, yeah," Kronii sighs. You spare a glance in her direction, and you realize she's started masturbating, practically fucking her own fingers as her hips bucked. The scent of sex is heavy in the air, to the point you're sure the others in the theater suspect something, but at the moment you couldn't care less.
You drop Baelz down on your hips, and a surprisingly loud wet noise accompanies it as your cock spears her depths. You're pretty sure that if she had been sitting facing you, you'd be able to see her stomach bulge, from how deep you've gone.
"KYAA—mmf!" Your hands are thankfully freed up, so you can cover her mouth and muffle her ear-piercing scream as she finally cums, over three hours of teasing culminating in a single, mind-shattering climax, her body sagging as wetness surged from her pussy, squirting hard enough to stain the two rows of seats in front of you.
"Jesus Christ," you hear yourself whisper. Her insides were spasming around you, pulling at your cock in an attempt to milk you for your seed. You bit your cheek, trying to hold back for a moment—if only just for your pride.

Then Baelz recovers, and her hand grasps yours, tiny fingers squeezing you tight. And she fucking licks the hand covering her mouth. You lose control for a second and she seizes the moment, pulling a finger into her mouth to suck on it lewdly.
She threw a look over her shoulder, eyes still dazed from her orgasm, sweat staining her forehead. Still, it was clear what she intended, and you gritted your teeth.
"Fuck!" Kronii hissed, clearly having been aroused by the rat's intense orgasm. Well, if Kronii was satisfied, your mind decided, and you felt yourself trip over the edge of orgasm.
You hadn't been pent up anywhere near as long as Baelz, so your own orgasm isn't anywhere near as insane, but it's still more than usual—well, except for the times Kronii edges you for four hours before finally letting you cum.
It's certainly different—Baelz's pussy was a lot smaller, and, though you hate to admit Kronii was second in anything, a lot tighter. So when she clamps down on you, intent on not letting a single drop go to waste, you have no choice but to shoot your load into her waiting womb.
Unfortuantely for her, there's simply not enough space inside her body to hold your sperm, and quite quickly it begins to leak. That is, until Baelz does something, and her stomach bulges outward slightly with the volume of the cum you shot inside her.
On top of that, you get the feeling that your orgasm lasts a lot longer than usual, your balls painfully empty by the time you finally come down from the wave of pleasure. You're not sure if she used some sort of weird chaos magic on your dick, but you really hope there isn't any 'backlash' if she did.
You're not sure how long it takes the two of you to recover. To be honest, you're so winded that you're not even paying enough attention to see if Kronii gets to finish or not before an attendant comes in to check on what's going on and she has to reverse time again.
Eventually, you realize, you're outside again, along with your girlfriend and… the rat. You weren't sure if you could still refer to her like that after that experience, but… ugh. Too complicated.
Notably, you realize her stomach is still slightly swollen, her womb overstuffed with your cum, and you really hope that humans can't impregnate chaos goddesses, because you are not prepared for that.
"I don't know about you," Kronii says, waggling her eyebrows at you. "But I'd call that a successful date. Huh?"
She's not wrong—you do feel a lot better now, not even caring that your original plan was disrupted. You nod, and geel a smle grow on your face.
"Just so you know," she whispers into your ear as you start towards your car. "You're not sleeping tonight until you've fucked me at least twice as hard as you fucked her. No excuses." You can feel your hips aching already.

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Pub: 11 Sep 2021 07:20 UTC
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