Heavy Petting

"—and I can't believe you were this cute and didn't tell us!"

"Ah, Kairi!" Sora stumbled back into Riku as she shoved him, laughing at her tone and the look on her face. Her cheeks were puffed, lips pouty, nose wrinkled; a perfect mockery of frustration that burst when she broke into giggles.

"We have to go to Monstropolis some time to see if we're this cute, Riku."

"And if you're not?" Riku asked. He had caught Sora and had his arms wrapped around him, although he otherwise kept his hands to himself. Sora could see them twitching in his peripheral, desperate to pet, and had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing again.

"Riku!" Kairi gasped, and shoved him this time, albeit through Sora—he was holding him, after all—which resulted in the both of them toppling back onto the bed. "You think it's possible for me to not be cute?"

"Are you ever?"

"Rude!" She tried to sound offended, but her face was scrunched; Sora wasn't the only one trying not to laugh, it seemed. It only made her more adorable than she already was. "So, so rude."

"Don't listen to him, Kairi," he said. "You're cute, too." He paused, tongue peeking out in thought. That happened sometimes, in this form. "Even Riku's cute, but he's being a jerk right now, so we can pretend he isn't."

He'd hoped for another giggle, but instead she stilled. It was only for a second, but it made him a little sad. Oh, Kairi, how could you not know? She blinked those big, blue eyes of hers, then dropped into his lap with a toothy grin.

"Aw, thank you, flatterer," she said, hands coming up to cup his face, and thumb at the bottom of his rather long, over-sensitive ears in the process. "But don't think you can distract me. We're loving on you today."

Sora sighed. He wasn't sure if he should thank Donald or strangle him for getting him into this. One misfire of his magic and suddenly everyone else had been in world appropriate attire and he'd been standing around in his jacket and a full body of fur. And then Donald's staff had sprouted wings and flown away, and Donald and Goofy had told him and Riku and Kairi to stay put while they chased it down, because what if someone saw Sora and world order was threatened?

Sora hadn't been sure why neither Riku nor Kairi had volunteered to join the chase—it wasn't like Sora needed one keeper, let alone two—until they'd dragged him into a nearby cabin—entirely unoccupied—hurried him to the bedroom, and dumped their clothes on the floor.

"You guys really like this form, huh?" He asked, as Kairi leaned closer and Riku pressed his forehead against his neck.

"We do," Kairi sing-songed. "You're always lovely, Sora, but seeing you all fuzzy like this is just—" She cut herself off before what Sora was fairly certain was a squeal. The silliness of it did not stop him from blushing, although he supposed neither of them could see that. His expression must have made it obvious, however—as well as his breathing and the angle of his ears—because Kairi's expression was far too smug before she kissed him.

Sora had always liked her kisses. They reminded him of warm evenings on the beach, sweet soft twilight in shades of pink and orange-gold, the push and pull of waves. Her insistent tongue was probably the most responsible for that last part, making its way into his mouth and tracing over his roughened muscle, his sharpened canines. She focused rather intently on those, her initial curiosity transforming rapidly into obsession.

It felt good, so very good. She had the heat building in his stomach, his hands pawing at her back. But he was also having a little trouble breathing, and when she started practically sucking on a fang, he spluttered, "Ah, Kairi! Stop licking my teeth!"

She drew back just a little, pulled a cheeky face. "But it's fun. You were enjoying it, weren't you?"

Sora huffed. He couldn't really deny it. She was sitting in his lap. He tried to scowl, but apparently being a monster did not make that any more effective than it usually was, because she started laughing. He sighed. I suppose having a face covered with fluff isn't really going to help your cause, unless you're seven feet tall and can growl like Sully. Not when his partners found it so cute, anyhow. He swallowed, still flushed, desperate for a distraction.

So he turned slightly, made eye contact with the top of a familiar silver head currently buried in his neck. "You alright back there, Riku?"

The response came muffled. "Mostly. Took a couple of elbows to the gut. About what I expect from you two."

"Aw, Riku." Kairi reached over and dragged him out of Sora's neck, ignored his offended expression as she poked his nose. "I can't believe you've got a lap full of us and you're complaining."

"Hey, leave my nose out of this! Just because I have one..."

"You really are rude!" Sora scowled, but every wrinkled vanished the moment Riku pressed a kiss right on the flat of his nose, hidden as it was amongst his fur.

"S'fine. You make it work, Sora. Somehow, you always do." And Sora didn't know what to say to that. It was hard enough to look at Riku, when his eyes were so painfully reverent. They put his heart in his throat and had it hammering. Riku smiled—so sweetly, and for him, and wasn't that enough to make Sora's clawed toes curl—pressed another kiss to his nose,  and then moved down to his mouth.

Riku's kisses always felt a little sad, even now. Sora wasn't quite sure why; Kairi had been through her own storms, but there was always a lightness to her lips. He could appreciate the edge of sorrow, though, as Riku held his face, fingers brushing through his fur, finding the cheeks under the thick layers of hair, thumbs catching on the thin skin of his ears and mapping their ridges. For all it felt good to have someone help him hold on to the light, there was a peace that came with sitting by another's side in shadow. He had both; how lucky he was. I don't know what I did to deserve this.

"I can't think of anyone who deserves better," Riku murmured, and Sora couldn't say if he'd spoken aloud, or if he just knew.

Today, at least, Riku didn't seem too sad. There was the ghost of a smile in his kisses, and his fingers delighted in dragging through his fur, digging deep to touch the skin beneath. Those eager hands roamed over his ears in turn, traced the delicate tips, every curve and rise and crevasse.

"Nh," Sora whimpered, wished he hadn't when he felt Riku's smile quirk into a smirk. He flicked his ears until Riku brought his hands back down to his cheeks, accepted another kiss. "You guys really, really like this form, huh?"

Kairi pushed her face alongside his and rubbed it around, as one might a cat's belly if given a non-fatal opportunity. "As said, we always like you, Sora. But the fact that you're fluffy and look as if you're permanently naked in thigh highs is having an effect."

"Hey!" Sora flustered, then gave Riku an elbow for laughing directly into his mouth. "Gross!"

"We were just kissing?" Riku wheezed. Sora did not miss his eye roll. In fact, if asked, he would say that noticing it took a great deal of his attention, as he needed an excuse for yelping when Riku wrapped both him and Kairi in his arms and bounced back. "Hah. C'mon, let's get on the bed properly or Kairi's gonna fall off and then complain about it."

"Rude, again. But thank you kindly for your consideration, anyhow." Kairi clung on tight to Sora, all grins and groping fingers. It was making it a little difficult for Sora to speak, or think, honestly.

"Yeah, yeah." Riku continued his backward journey, barely breaking a sweat. He did make an exaggerated show of huffing and puffing, with a little flexing for flavor. Sora considered giving him another elbow—he was enjoying the show, though, which was probably why Riku was doing it; he'd admitted once he found it a bit embarrassing and rarely did it for his own pleasure—but it felt a little mean, and he lost the opportunity, anyway, when Kairi and Riku both grabbed a hold of his hips and turned him fully. He found himself facing, and lying on top of, Riku, who was laid back against the pillows. Behind them, Kairi loomed with what Sora was sure was a most perverse expression.

"So, uh, what happens next?" Sora asked, knowing exactly what would happen next. It was difficult not to, what with them all being naked, him caught between them, all that fur against skin. Riku's bush was soaked, while Kairi's cock pressed hard against his back.

Behind him, he felt her lips, breath tickling the length of his ear. "Well, I wonder..." Her voice trailed off as she sucked on the cartilage, tongue licking all the way up to the hollow at the very tip. Heat curled from that point to his cheeks, his guts, his cock, his body breaking out into shivers as she sucked its fragile end into her mouth then released it with a quiet pop. Then she whispered, and that warm sigh had his spine arching. "What do you think, Riku?"

Riku hummed, his face pressed against Sora's neck. Sora dug a fang into his lip. Kairi's attention had him sensitive, and those soft vibrations weren't helping. A mewl escaped as Riku's hands gripped his hips, massaged the furred lines of them. If something could both soothe and arouse, then it would be his petting. "You think he's been good enough for a treat?"

"I kind of think he's always good enough for a treat," Kairi giggled. "Or that he is the treat."

Riku exhaled in a rather put upon way, as if he had not been party to the 'race into a random cabin, hope it was empty, but also occupied by a bed with clean sheets, and strip' shenanigans approximately ten minutes prior; as if his cock wasn't hard and his hole wasn't wet and growing wetter; as if his hands weren't running over every part of Sora he could reach. And they were, stroking, pressing in, sliding through his fur to ensure that every bump of bone, curve of muscle, and roll of fat was given adequate love and attention. It made something catch in Sora's throat, body and heart both trembling.

"Well," Riku said, "if Kairi says you're a good boy, then I guess you must be." He laid another kiss against Sora's nose. Sora felt the praise in his chest, in his cheeks, and, with some embarrassment, in his cock, as his erection rose from partial to full. Riku must have felt it, because his eyes flitted down and widened. "Oh, wow!"

Sora was glad his blushing wasn't visible, but as before, he knew they knew, because Kairi cooed in his ear. She had her head over his shoulder, staring at where his cock pressed against Riku's hip. It was tapered, bright pink, and lightly barbed. The latter wouldn't hurt his partners unless he was cruel or thoughtless—neither of which he planned to be—but they would enhance the feelings of pressure and fullness, and keep him inside them.

Kairi whistled, reached down with one hand to slide a finger along his cock, gently scratched a nail over the numerous pricks. "You really are a good boy, Sora, rising to the occasion for us." It was half silly and wholly sincere, her other arm squeezing him tight around the middle in her excitement. He could feel her own cock just under his tail; not inside, just close. "But then, you're always a good boy. Don't let this bully get you down." She stuck out her tongue.

"And they say I'm rude, " Riku muttered, hands back on Sora's hips. He cleared his throat, added, "You really are good, Sora. But we'll still be with you even if there are times you aren't, okay?" He snorted. "Would be kind of slack if I didn't stick with you, after everything."

"All things considered," Kairi said, and reached around to pinch Riku's nose. The gesture was gentle, though, and the words more so. Sora felt his fur stand on end, not as the hackles of fear, but the heart-thumping of passion, of uncontainable joy, of so much affection and energy that the flesh alone could not contain it. He knew he couldn't hide it, but didn't want to, felt an almost shocking gratitude for his current form as they noticed, eyes bright, lips parting in the most foolish grins he'd ever seen. Then they were kissing him, Kairi's hands on his waist and back, seeking his spine, the span of his shoulders, the bones of his pelvis, as if each one were precious, in need of attention, while Riku's ran up his chest, to his face and neck, and then back down to his nipples.

"So many..." He sounded genuinely impressed. Sora shivered, a whine slipping out as Riku shuffled down and nosed into Sora's fur to kiss them.

"Acting like a kitten," Kairi mumbled, her cheek once again pressed to Sora's, grounding him as Riku's lips, tongue, and teeth sucked and laved and grazed as if he really were seeking milk. "You're doing so well, Sora. I know you can keep holding yourself up for Riku. Yes, just like that. Good boy, so sweet..."

Her tone was loving, and, if Sora were honest, just patronizing enough to have his tail up and wagging, his cock beading cum. She sounded so pleased that he could not help but arch against her front, feel her breasts press into his fur.

He made a noise when her fingers found his tail. She ran them over the length of it, then worked them hard against the base where it was most sensitive. The wagging sped up. "Aw, you like that."

He wasn't surprised when she continued to pay special attention to that spot, although none were neglected. He panted and even moaned when she gripped it, found every ridge and valley, traced her nails along keratin spines to pinch that firm flesh from which they emerged. Sora's head started to go fuzzy as she worked in tandem with Riku, their combined breath ruffling his fur, sending shivers over his skin, more heat into his gut. The fingers on his squirming tail stroked him hard, whilst tongue and lips caressed him until each of his nipples were peaked.

"G-guys, p-please..." Sora could barely get the words out. His heart was hammering, his claws in the sheets.

"We've been busy lately," Riku said, finally pulling back just enough to let Sora get his breathing under control. "You especially. I'm...just kind of glad we got an excuse to take a moment, I guess. To give you some attention. The form's a nice bonus, though."

"But what about you two?" Sora asked, kneading the bed a little on either side of Riku. "You've also been busy."

"Sora," Kairi said, so very softly. "It's your turn. You can thank Donald's mistake for that, or you can say that Riku and I are a pair of perverts who really do enjoy loving on you." She pressed a kiss to the top of his spine. "We're getting what we need by spoiling you, so just let us, okay?"

"Besides," Riku added, lounging on the pillows, "going by our past experiences, I think we'll all get a turn eventually. Even those of us who try to avoid it, Miss 'I'm fine guys, really, just let me take care of you this time!'"

"Big words from you, Mister 'I'm haunted by my past mistakes and must always be making up for everything I've done and cannot let myself be happy.'"

"Alright, alright, you two," Sora said, then snorted as they immediately turned their full attention toward him. "Can we get back to the loving?"

"I think we can manage that, sap." Riku reached up, ran a thumb over his feline lip. Sora pressed his face into his palm and sighed. "For the good boy."

Sora suppressed a laugh. Riku could say some of the sweetest, most moving, most genuine things, but when it came to applying that to sexualized praise he sounded almost comical. And yet, to Sora's simultaneous delight and dismay, the underlying sentiment made it through, had his heart pounding and his head buzzing and his stomach bubbly and warm. It made him feel like he really could, should, must relax and let his friends take care of him.

He gasped as Riku reached down between them, getting to work preparing his hole and Sora's cock. It twitched as he watched Riku gather wet from between his legs, then wrap his hand around his length and stroke him carefully. Sora's barbs caught on his palm, but did not pierce, the prickly feeling becoming an obvious source of fascination for him. He rubbed slowly, took in the texture of the spines beneath his fingers, his thumb, circled the tapered head before returning to the base and its barbs. Now and then, he pressed inside himself, gathered a little more slick, opened his body, made a noise that had Sora wanting to press his head between his legs. He thought the feeling was mutual, considering the way Riku licked his lips as his other hand massaged Sora's half-hidden balls.

"If we get another chance—"

"Yeah..." Sora sighed over him, unwilling to risk the possibility of anything premature happening in response to whatever was about to come out of Riku's mouth.

"You two," Kairi said, chuckling to herself. Sora could feel her hard at work behind him, heard her fuss briefly with her magic. Slick fingers slipped under his tail, rubbing at the base before sliding down between the cheeks of his ass. She let them sit against his hole for a second, applied a little pressure, and then shoved two to the knuckle inside. "That's our good boy."

He moaned—mewled, he thought, l've got to be honest with myself—much to the delight of both his partners. For all he enjoyed their slowness, their gentle touch, those fingers thrust so hard and fast into him felt shockingly good, had pleasure pooling in his stomach and below. And yet, the moan became a whine, his nose scrunching as Kairi pressed a heap of kisses against the hair on the top of his head and his pointed ears; as Riku squeezed his cock a little clumsily.

"So cute!" Kairi exclaimed. "So, so cute!"

"You keep saying that."

"And we will continue to, until you can't get it out of that kitten head of yours," Riku replied, giving it a soft knock with his own.

Sora spluttered a laugh. "What a phrase!"

"Shut it."

"And I don't think banging our heads together is going to help me keep anything in there."

"Shut it, Sora."

Sora would have, but the number of hands on him and in him was getting a little overwhelming, and his mouth couldn't help but hang open in response to it all. His heart was back in his throat, sweet shivers running through his limbs and cock, the tension building in his gut as Kairi rubbed against that spot inside him that always had him panting, ground her knuckles at his entrance. The sounds her lubed fingers made were obscene to Sora's ears.

Her other hand groped his left thigh, paid it the sort of obsessive attention that could only be matched by Riku doing the same to his right. They gripped the muscles all while stroking his fur. The striped fur, he realized, and wished it didn't feel so good so that he could roll his eyes in something other than pleasure. Thigh highs...

"Sora."

He blinked, focused on Riku. He was lounging again, his hair splayed across the pillow. His hand was back on Sora's cock. "Yeah, Riku?"

"I know you can make me feel good," he said, cheeks pink. "Please, make me feel good."

It was its own sort of praise: belief. Sometimes, it felt so heavy, but at other times it carried Sora's heart to the highest heights and sent it soaring, all light and air. He believes in me. She believes in me. They believe in me. And Sora let that belief, guided by Riku's hand, draw him forward until the tapered head of his cock sat against Riku's hole. Kairi kept one hand on his hips the whole time, the other at the base of his tail, both stroking soothing circles in his fur. Gentle words of encouragement spilled from her lips. It was bliss.

He entered Riku both slower and faster than he usually would; the head sliding in quick due to its relative slimness, the barbed half pushed inside at a much more cautious pace. Riku shivered as the spines brushed against his opening, the little bumps clearly doing something for him based on the muffled noises he was making. When Sora was in to the base—he was so grateful to Kairi for helping to hold him still, because the heat of Riku was intense—he gave a wiggle and felt them catch. Riku moaned. "Oh, Sora, that's..."

"Good?" Sora bit his lip, smiled around his own groan. So warm, so wet... The barbs were having an effect on him too, each shift and pull against them sending shivers up his spine until his back was arching once again.

"Good," Riku breathed, drew him closer with his legs. "I'd show you how much I like it, but I, uh, think Kairi's going to be in charge." He glanced over Sora's shoulder, pupils fat and black, clearly seeing something in her expression that had him flushed with anticipation.

And what Riku saw, Sora felt. Kairi's weight draped over him easily, a hand notching her cock under his tail and pressing it to his hole. He swallowed, and she kissed the tip of an ear and breached him. She was careful, pace slow and touch tender, Sora and Riku clearly first in her thoughts. And yet he could feel her shaking with excitement, her cock throbbing the deeper she carved into him. Her fingers trembled as she covered his body with her hands, as if she would not be able to rest until every inch of him was shown love, as if the very thought of a part of him that did not know her caress would make her sad, would break her heart. Even her toes brushed against his feet, pushed into his paw pads, rubbed over his ankles, curled around his hairy claws.

Caught between all these feelings and the twin sensations of penetrating and being penetrated, Sora could barely hold himself upright. It was—extraordinary. It did not help that his body contained parts he still wasn't entirely used to; those ears twitching and flicking, his tail wagging, swishing, all the barbs on his cock embraced. Everything felt too much, but he did not want it to stop. They'd care for me no matter what I looked like. I can be a heartless or a lion or a monster or anything. It wouldn't matter. I'd still be good. To have his body so loved, his monstrousness so adored; it caught in his throat.

No, not caught. Thrummed. Vibrated. Kairi slid all the way inside, and Sora started purring.

He was so distracted by his own pleasure—and the fact he could purr—that he almost missed the way Riku and Kairi both stilled, stared, were rendered breathless. Then Kairi was pushing him down against Riku and thrusting, and Riku was rolling his hips desperately, and Sora got lost in it.

Riku whispered, "That's good, that's so good, you're so good, Sora, I feel, I feel—" before he choked on another long moan. His efforts at giving praise fell apart, replaced by noises and whines, and Sora knew he would not last long, no matter how he tried to hide it with his teeth in his lips and his attempts at words. All the while, there was Kairi behind him, given over entirely to whimpers and hard, fast pounding. She held herself up with one arm, but the other roamed, wrapped about his throat lightly just to feel those vibrations that seemed to overwhelm her and Riku as much as they did Sora. Then she was caressing his tail, jerking it at the base, toying with it as she tugged him into position to present himself.

"So wonderful, Sora," she said. "You're doing so well, sharing all these parts of you, making us feel good, letting us make you feel good." He groaned through a purr, and the sound made Riku clench and Kairi's hips stutter.

He didn't really pull out of Riku, just ground his hips tight against him while Riku bounced his own up. Kairi was in charge, though, fucking them both, her heavy thrusts sending waves of heat through Sora, and ensuring his barbs caught on Riku's opening and just inside his hole. Laying on top of him, Sora could feel the way his fur tickled his mound, his little cock. He made sure to slip one hand between them to massage it, careful of his claws even as he let them roam Riku's bush. They'd pet him enough; he was allowed a turn.

His other hand was snatched up by Riku, and Sora's heart swelled as he mapped the entirety of it. Every tendon, every knuckle, the skin under his fur, the bed of his claws. He traced the lines and then, finally, twined their fingers and held on tight. "Feels good, Sora. You're good, S-Sora!"

I'm doing well. His throat was thrumming so hard he could feel it in his bones.

"Listen to that purr!" Kairi whispered against his neck. "And look! Your toes are curling! Aw, Sora, you're such a sweetheart."

The words sung through him. Between her breathy comments and Riku's cries—praise in its most basic form, praise that could not be denied—Sora was getting close, everything drawing taut in his belly. He purred in staccato, something Riku would've commented on if they hadn't both been lost to the beat of Kairi's thrusts and their wet grinding. Sora's fingers faltered in their rhythm, and so he let Riku slip his hand between them to palm at his own cock, kneaded his paws against the bed, claws leaving holes in the sheets. It was too much, too much, to be surrounded by this. His cock, his ass, each roll of Kairi's hips that pushed her pulsing length into his convulsing body, his barbs catching on Riku's tight hole. He was between two absolute pleasures who, for some reason, called him one with every broken moan and cracked whine. Too much, too much!

He felt Riku's hand squeeze his, even as Kairi's came around to press against his heart.

"Love you," Riku choked out, and then clenched around Sora and came, gushing hard.

"Love you," Kairi groaned, kissed just behind his ear, and emptied inside him.

And Sora, caught between them, could only accept it as they held him warm and safe through his orgasm, as they stroked and petted him, as they praised him simply for being. He mewled, and they kissed him, and though he could feel the wetness in his eyes he did not cry. He trembled, but everything was alright, and with time both it and his purring came to a slow, sleepy stop.

The three of them lay silent in the afterglow, just breathing, at peace. Sora drew back out of Riku, and Kairi slipped out of him. She wiped her cum and the lube on her hands on the sheets, before flopping down beside them.

"Want to take a nap?" She yawned.

"Yeah," Sora said. "I'm kind of hungry, though."

"Same." Riku had a hand on his stomach. "You reckon there's anything in the pan—" He froze. "Do you smell that?"

Sora wondered how Riku could smell anything before him, sniffed, and then frowned. Pancakes.

"Wait, pancakes?"

They all looked at each other, blinked, and then leaped from the bed. They dressed—poorly, Sora getting his pendant stuck on his ears, Riku nearly tripping over his pants, and Kairi stealing Sora's jacket and leaving him with her much smaller, albeit more world appropriate, one—and stumbled out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the open space dining area where a table stacked with pancakes and big bowls of lemon-dressed chickpea-lentil salad awaited them.

That, and Jiminy.

"Well, I thought it might be about time for you three to take a gander about the ol' cabin," he said, popping a nice, big bottle of syrup beside the pancakes before wiping his brow. "I've been cooking and plating for a good while now!"

Sora covered his face, ears drooping. "You didn't go with Donald and Goofy?"

"No, I was in your jacket. I did try to tell you, but couldn't get a word in sideways what with the way those two were going at you, and I thought, well, if the bats and the bees are going to have their fun, perhaps it might be best to make myself busy elsewhere." Jiminy gave a little flourish. "There were a few things in the pantry that ended up being rather useful: a fancy pancake mix, canned legumes, a vinaigrette, and some of that long life plant milk that comes in those handy boxes. I left some munny and a note for the cabin caretakers, so you young'uns can just sit down and enjoy."

Sora remained silent, as did the other two. They could only stare at the table. It was an impressive spread for a friend who at full height was about the size of a thumb.

Finally, Riku said, "You did say you were hungry, Sora."

Sora elbowed him.

"Now, now, none of that," Jiminy said, hopping to the head of the table to take his seat. "I will say, you three should have told Donald and Goofy you were going to play around while they worked. For all Donald's likely complaints, I don't think they'd have minded. It's kept you out of the way and unlikely to disturb world order." He chuckled. "And besides, the three of us shan't complain about the three of you engaging in such complimentary fun, although I'll have you know I mean something very different when I call you good boys and girls."

Sora blushed. Riku and Kairi blushed. They looked at each other, and then they burst out laughing.

It was absurd, really, but Sora supposed that was what you got when you carried one of your friends around in your jacket pocket most of the time.

"You're right, Jiminy. And, ah, thanks for the food."

"It's my pleasure, Sora. I hope you all enjoy it." Jiminy hesitated. "But when you're done, please do wash and repair the sheets. That's something I might struggle to do for several reasons."

"I'm sure we can manage it," Riku deadpanned, and Sora had to help Kairi over to the table she was laughing so hard. His cheeks burned through his fur, but his tail was wagging and his ears were up. For all it was a bit embarrassing, it felt good to be surrounded by so much loving.