>>33707496Talking about purple, I was imagining a scenario of Kronii finally showing Mumei her clock after all this time, having gotten past her hesitation, as friends.
It's a cute and shy clock and Mumei beams a fascinating smile as she prods and touches it curiously, and soon enough, the clock awakens to its full length while kronii looks away. She cannot face the sight of her friend handling her clock but she's definitely enjoying it, tensing up and shivering every so often. The clock is plenty for Mumei, it's pale and gradient towards a pinkness towards its tip, and despite how excited it's, the head cannot free itself from the hood.
So whimsically, Mumei grasps a bit harder and starts to pull towards the base of kronii's clock, she wants to see the cute thing in its entirety, a bit too forcefully
Before Kronii can react, Mumei's already worked the head out, It's warm, moistened, and distinctively Kronii in its aroma. Kronii panically try to pull away Mumei's delicate but devilish hands, but it's already too late. The lip of the hood that once circle the mid length of her clock head is all the way past the head. Clearly not meant for the increased girth, it's clamped uncomfortably right around just a bit past her clock head, and the head's previous pinkness is becoming purple from the tension.
Mumei, backs away her hands just as Kronii motioned but without losing her enthusiasm, she looks in a sadistic delight at Kronii's futile attempt at dislodging her clock hood to roll it back over her head. Before long Kronii gave up the fiddling and look up to Mumei. Kronii's unable to meet her gaze at first, because a mixture of embarrassment, irritation and increasing arousal is burning her up. She gulps and reaches for Mumei's hands, gently, almost begging, but Mumei pulls back. Kronii's clock with its pinched head fully purple now, throbbed. Mumei knows what Kronii wants in her visibly increasingly restlessness. And Mumei will make Kronii beg for it.