Helplessly flailing, his arms windmilling in a frantic blur, he toppled backwards before gravity finally claimed Mr. Dummura.
He landed butt-first with a heavy thud, the broken broomstick—already lodged deep inside his rectum—driving even deeper with a wet, squelchy sploop! as his full weight slammed down onto it.
The grotesquely moist sound was like someone stirring thick porridge with a plunger, followed by a sharp, penetrating jolt that made his eyes bulge and his whole body spasm in a violent, involuntary twitch.
Even in his sedated trance, his mouth fell open, and he let out a long, hollow "Ahhhh!!" – a cry that sounded both pained and oddly detached, as if his body screamed while his mind floated somewhere far away.
Hinata blinked, puzzled. "W-what was that… splooshy sound? Did he just… fart?"
"Probably did," Sabrina replied flatly.
Another long "Ahhhh!!" burst from Mr. Dummura, his half-lidded eyes glassy and vacant, his body shaking uncontrollably as his voice rang out.
She winced. "We really need to save him."
"Yeah," Sabrina said, staring at him in disbelief. "He looks like he's dying from that bite… or something."
"If we save him, I'll be considered a hero," Hinata said, puffing up her boobs proudly.
"Heroine, you mean," Sabrina corrected, rolling her eyes.
Hinata froze for a beat. "Wait… don't bring drugs into this!"
"I… did?" Sabrina asked, tilting her head in utter confusion.
"Forget it. Let's save him before it's too late," Hinata said.
Hinata Kitsune lifted her crimson miniskirt and pulled down her panties, while Sabrina Catsune pulled up her leather mini—but wasn't wearing any panties, so there was less work for her.
Standing above Mr. Dummura, they began to urinate. Hinata warned, "This may sting a little."
A crimson miniskirt with gold-edged trim flared around Hinata Kitsune, paired with a tight scarlet corset that bared her midriff. Her fox ears twitched and her glowing tails swayed, while flame-patterned stockings and heeled boots clicked in perfect rhythm. Her flame-crimson hair blazed like living fire.
Beside her, Sabrina Catsune's leather miniskirt clung to every curve, accentuating her poised, commanding stance.
Dummura's face and open mouth (psssssht). It drenched his tongue instantly—wet slap-slap-slaps—overflowing in frothy rivulets that sheeted across his cheeks, ran down his neck, and soaked him from head to toe. The sharp, acrid stench of urine filled the air.
Sabrina leaned in, tilting her hips. Her flow erupted thicker, stronger—a steaming piss column that poured directly past his lips and teeth (thwap-thwap-thwap), flooding his mouth and splashing against the back of his throat with enough force to make his cheeks balloon. He gurgled, a choked "glk—hrrk!" bubbling up as the hot urine rushed down, making his Adam's apple jerk in frantic, frantic swallows.
His arms windmilled, legs stiffened, and the involuntary jerks of his body made it look like he was performing some absurd, uncoordinated dance—all while being thoroughly urinated on.
A frown tugging at her lips, Sabrina glanced at her peeing buddy. "Hey, how come you have such good aim? All my pee keeps landing right inside his mouth."
As the last of the stream splashed down, Hinata Kitsune laughed, flashing a sly grin. "I've had a bit of practice... the trick is to squeeze your legs together really tight and perk your bum at just the right angle. It takes skill, but with a little practice, you'll get the hang of it too."
Still doing her best to help poor Mr. Dummura, Sabrina tilted her head with a puzzled frown. "Why... why would you even practice aiming like that? When would that ever be useful in life... apart from right now?"
"Useful?" Hinata puffed up proudly, tails swishing. "Like when I'm in the middle of a gaming session and don't wanna put the controller down! I learnt how to aim into a cup across the room so I wouldn't have to move."
Utterly deadpan, Sabrina blinked at her magical girl friend. "That sounds like magic... or witchcraft to me."
Hinata chuckled, shaking her head. "There isn't a spell for this, trust me—I've checked!"
Mr. Dummura suddenly convulsed, his limbs snapping rigid before flailing in wild, disjointed spasms. He thrashed and jolted across the floor, drenched from head to toe in the magical girls'… magical urine, which coated him like a chaotic river. His boots drummed against the tiles in a frenzied rhythm.
His head lolled back, mouth opening in a rasping gasp, throat bobbing as he coughed and choked on the unexpected deluge. His eyes rolled until only the whites showed, limbs jerking as if a storm of invisible hands had taken control.
For a moment, he resembled a puppet caught in a violent gale—then he froze, twitched once more, and collapsed in a heap, chest heaving and eyes glassy with dazed confusion.
The magical girls slipped their skirts back down, and Hinata tugged her panties up, waiting for Sabrina to do the same. She couldn't help but burst out laughing when Sabrina just shrugged—no panties to pull up. She'd never liked wearing them anyway—always way too itchy when you sat down.
They turned to look at Dummura, who lay completely still. A nervous glance passed between them. "Did… did we save him?" Hinata whispered.
Squinting at him, Sabrina frowned. "Looks more like he was possessed by a demon or something… not actually bitten."
"And… what about that tiny alien snake?"
"No idea," Sabrina admitted with a shrug.
They both crouched down, peering under their boots for any sign of it. Dummura's face was pale, his eyes half-closed, and his hair plastered to his head, dripping with pee. Hinata stared, wide-eyed. "I thought… I thought… You only had one coffee… and a tiny milkshake… That's a lot of pee for just a couple of drinks."
"I… ummm… I don't think that was just my pee I covered his face in," Sabrina mumbled, her voice trailing off.
Hinata shot her a wary look, eyebrows raised.