Chapter 6: The Usual Spot

"So we made a copy of the world, and then pulled those hearts apart. I wonder how you'll handle the strain, especially with so little clutter."

Pushing back on the Gigas's fist, Sora shouted back, "Wait! What does that mean?"

"Show us the way, Sora," Young Xehanort said before taking his portal elsewhere.

Using its tremendous size and power, the Gigas launched Sora, Donald, and Goofy a far ways back, and luckily, they were caught by Woody and Buzz. While taking cover, Sora mumbled, "Clutter…?"

-X-

It had been only a few hours since she last received his response, and the Keyblade wielder-in-training decided to think about her next reply. She and Axel were on break-time, and Merlin was synthesizing tea nearby; so, she felt a little at ease in pondering her response to Sora's question.

Finally, she typed, Either or. But if you do set the camera down, plzz give me a decent angle—

"Lea," Kairi suddenly chimed, halting her typing fingers. "You're doing it again."

"Huh?" He stopped staring sidelong. "Oh, right. Sorry. Way sorry. For real."

She smiled in embarrassment. "Please, take it easy on the apologies. So, have you remembered anything important, yet?"

Looking off, Axel said, "Yeah…well, no, not really."

"Give it time. We have lots of that here."

"Hm, right."

Suddenly, Merlin cheered, "At last! I've done it! Raspberry tea!"

Axel approved, "Cool. When's fruit punch?"

-X-

"So what happens when those bonds are stretched to their limit? When they are worlds apart? Can cloth and plastic hold on to their hearts?"

Sora's desperate attempts to strike Xehanort down continued to be nullified by the mysterious foe's warp technique.

"Any given wedge may widen the divide—something like distrust and doubt will certainly do the trick. But with you in the equation, darkness is inevitable, so it awaits us all."

After missing his target again and noticing he didn't immediately reappear, Sora kept his head on a swivel.

"Just look."

Meanwhile, Donald and Rex were struggling to thwart Buzz's mind-controlled attempts at shooting down Goofy and Woody. However, before Sora could launch a rescue, Xehanort had taken him by the arm, holding him up over the floor.

"Not this time."

-X-

Thoroughly appreciating the humidifier, Kairi laid still and counted the absence of morning sickness as a blessing. After all, she hadn't been carrying the child for more than two weeks, and since the movement of time basically held no meaning in this particular world, perhaps her baby was also being developed at a relatively slow or even nonexistent pace—that's if she was pregnant. She was ninety-nine percent sure they did it correctly, at least three times.

Lying awake in her room of the cottage, early in the morning, she suddenly fretted the less than one-percent chance they didn't do it correctly (three times). Her cycle should be starting any day now, so time would certainly tell. However, instead of dwelling on it, she quietly accepted that she was, more importantly, unbelievably horny—she had not been able to stop strumming it since she turned the humidifier on, and a resolution was needed asap.

-X-

"So, let the rest of us worry about Roxas and Naminé for now," Mickey concluded. "You journey on, and keep an eye out for Terra."

Before any words got out, Sora was interrupted by Donald and Goofy, both of whom pretending to not notice they just assaulted him.

"Yes, your majesty!"

"Stop that!" And Sora ended the call. Then, he suggested, "You two need impulse control!"

"Ah, you're just being soft," Donald fired back.

Rolling his eyes, Sora went lax before saying, "Doubt that. Hey, let's regroup at Master Yen Sid's. After that, I'm gonna go to Twilight Town for a while."

Holding out his arm, which was inexplicably adorned in nine wristwatches, Goofy pointed out, "Gee, isn't it nighttime over there?"

"Is it? Ah, well. I still gotta go take care of something."

Donald jested, "Sora thinks he's a ladies' man, now."

The ladies' man in question immediately refuted that claim, "What? Who said anything about that? I'm doing something way different—!"

"Oh, just admit it—!"

"I don't even know what you're talking ab—!"

"Guys, where'd I get all these watches from?"

-X-

Olette dried her hair until it bounced back into its natural shape. Periodically, she responded to Sora's chat messages, then finding it easy to send him a questionable Capshot with only a loose towel for censorship.

After doing so, she returned to her room, got dressed, and prepared for the sneaking mission of a lifetime. It was far past her bedtime, around 11:30, meaning it was past her parents' bedtime, too, so very quickly, and overwhelmingly casually, she walked downstairs, went to the backyard, and hopped the fence. Bam, it's done.

Sora was just rounding the corner of the alley, checking his phone, when Olette got his attention in the dark area, "Hey, Sora!"

"Huh? Oh, wow—you must be a pro!"

He wasn't expecting a hug, nor was he expecting her outfit; short shorts, sandals, and a hoodie? What alternate reality was this?

Insta-turning him on, Olette said, "Practice and planning go a long way."

"Wow, that's so true…"

"Come on, let's get outta this alley."

While strolling back to the Tram Common, Sora asked, "So, how was school?"

Olette attacked, "Sora, it's Sunday!"

"Well, you seem like the type to go anyway." While walking through that mostly empty part of town, he added, "I bet you still learned something new today."

"Well, duh. Didn't you?"

"Yeah—Kairi is a freak."

Olette went for the logical response, "I'm sure you already knew that."

"Not like this, I didn't. I guess that kinda means you're a freak, too, because you totally agreed to it!"

"You're definitely not wrong."

While walking in tight proximity, Sora asked, "Anything else I should know about? Once again, I suspect I'm dealing with a pro…"

Olette laughed. "Why? Would it make you nervous if you were—?"

"Well—yeah, I'm still a rookie! I don't wanna get benched before the tournament starts…"

Understanding that sports analogy, Olette finally revealed, "You can relax, I was only kidding. You're my first, Sora."

"Oh—uh? Ohhh…huh." He looked at his Keyblade-hand briefly, then saying, "I guess if we're bad at it, it's okay. We won't even notice."

As they walked through the ghost-town-like Station Heights, Olette pulled his arm, then setting the record straight, "Hey, I didn't notice anything bad last time. Besides, now we have Kairi to give us a critique."

Sora showed his amusement. "Yeah, and if she wants to criticize us, what does she know, anyway?"

"Right—and we should have a three-way, soon."

Sora reacted to that proposal with a halt-and-stare, followed by a needless request for clarification, "You mean all three of us?"

Olette shook her head. "No, just one and a half."

Mild horseplay and a make-out sesh occurred, which entailed side-pinching, chest-rubbing, and feel-copping, eventually resulting in Olette stopping him short. She urged him, "Get moving if you're so impatient!"

The chase began, ending with either of them entering the city-oriented back alley, just before the Usual Spot. Olette then whispered, "Let's make sure no one's in there first."

Meanwhile, Sora just waltzed right in, disregarding the curtain as he called out, "Anybody in here?"

Though perplexed, the girl did follow after him, determining, "Okay, the coast is clear."

"So, where d'ya wanna bang?"

"THAT'S how you ask me?"

"Where…do you wanna bang, please?"

"…Acceptable. Obviously, let's try the couch."

Sora peeped that old-ass couch. "Seems a little uncomfortable."

"Watch this." Olette moved the couch cushions to the floor.

Sora observed, "That's like, half a regular sized bed."

"We fucked on the grass yesterday, and now this is an issue?"

"Wait, I see more cushions over here." And after an immaculate job at creating a decent-sized slay-base, Sora started taking his clothes off, saying, "Only one way to test this out."

"Ohmygod." Olette straggled, even after her date got naked in record time.

Sora lie down on the group of couch cushions, testing the stability with various position-changes. Shadowboxing a few times, he concluded, "I think it's good."

Unable to avert her gaze, Olette then asked, "What about the camera?"

"Ah, man…"

And so, Sora put in some work to set up a steady base for the footage to be retrieved, though he had trouble with keeping the phone steady and upright. Olette assisted him, "I think the crown comes off. Hold on…"

While she fiddled with the phone's crown ornament, it came to Sora's attention that she'd already taken her hoodie off; boobs were present and accounted for. The topless city-girl was able to remove the crown and use it for its secondary use, an adjustable phone-stand. She said, "See? It holds everything up."

"Nice. Kairi said she wants a good angle, so let's check that out…" He checked it out. "Wow, it's perfect. Last thing is…lighting."

"I've gotcha covered."

After Olette fetched two lamps, they checked the phone again, seeing greatness in the making. Sora said, "All right, let's make a movie—"

"Wait! We should probably lock up the fence!"

"You have a lock for it—?"

"Not really. It's just a rope. Be right back!"

And after another mission, Olette returned, and Sora began recording. A lengthy make-out session was then orchestrated on the cushion-bed, conducted by the naked islander. Pinning her down, he tantalized both himself and his partner with a steady grind, no doubt drawing from her oasis. Sora was, of course, highly aware that a camera was recording them, so he attempted to please both his date and his eventual audience; and without getting too comfortable rubbing his dick on Olette's shoreline, he migrated down to a titty, then catalyzing the initiative to remove her short shorts.

As directed by the progressively intensifying mood, Sora went for her tropic, causing thunder and rain, and using rhythm and melody. He'd done little research in the act of oral pleasure, but something told him he wasn't exactly bad at it. And while riding the waves of Olette's tempest, the hit performer took an interlude, punctuating with a friendly kiss to the happy trail about the mons.

Things took a reciprocal turn when Sora rose back up, just to hear Olette demand, "Now, you have to let me suck your dick."

Indeed, she went down on the delinquent. She even incorporated a few moves she'd seen online, stroking and sucking in no particular rhythm—not that one was needed, seeing as how the lad was already moaning and hardly soft. Empowered to enlist a little guidance, Sora, like a gentleman, cradled her head and applied a wavelength for her to follow, which she did, offering her tongue and throat to the taxing effort. The nude academic paced herself, as the girth was emphatic, and the length complimentary; Olette saw an even challenge in the guy moaning and rolling his head back. And even after resurfacing, she cared for the tip, soon enough bringing either lover into momentary satisfaction. Then, both teens got in position; Sora lined himself up and restarted his work as a missionary, delivering his best teachings in the name of Olette's upcoming orgasm.

Indeed, he hit it until she shook for intimate reasons, also hitting it far more after that. Someone must've flipped his stud-switch, because he started having at her neck while working on the next eruption. And before his strength clocked out for a break, he secured her upper body for the sake of relentlessly desecrating her lower half.

But, oh wait—she did the thing where she crosses her legs behind him and encourages the hustle, so stopping now was no longer an option. It didn't seem to matter, though, as he found more strength to keep forging ahead, somehow reinvigorated with each repetition. And there, the second mountaintop was thoroughly lambasted.

Finally…he took a break. Then, a hand guided his face to kiss hers, and for a moment, eternal joy was given a glimpse. It was for more than a moment; they profoundly enjoyed the intimacy, without a doubt. However, they were definitely running a show, so Olette eventually took charge and started riding her spiky-haired steed in a slow gallop. She soon became bold, planting her feet and upping the tempo to levels dedicated to the ambience of wild sex.

"Holy sh…"

"Oh—you like that?"

This and much more were spoken over the sounds of their working union. Eventually, when Olette's furious passion subsided, Sora got a bright idea, retrieving his phone and recording the next part POV style. And while Olette pleaded for more sweet punishment, he put her in position, tested that ass with one ritual slap, and started the reign of saccharine back shots.

"Oh, fuck…"

That sounded like music to the late-night stud's ears, so he upped his focus and hit it like a maxed-out Shotlock. Speaking of focus, he made sure the camera caught every second of it, and because of the dummy thick booty he was presently demolishing, money shots were in good supply. And though he refused to admit it to himself, the camera most certainly captured a flattering angle of his dick-bone putting in serious work. Good on the old chap.

He slayed that in kind; without too much warning, he pulled out and said, "It's coming!"

Olette turned and took hold, helping him stroke it until it did indeed come. And, with her mouth open, it was nothing but net. Well, some got on her nose and lips, but it was still money.

"AAAAaaaah, aaaah, ah!" After Sora let it out, he presumed, "I think that's a wrap…?"

"Wait, wait—" She swallowed. "Let's put in some overtime."

Sora was hoping that didn't mean more kissing; luckily, she just continued to suck him off, apparently inclined to level up her oral skills. Sora kept filming.