Chapter 0 - Can an Adorable, be an Adorafuckable?

Name: Adorafuckables
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This wasn't meant to be taken too seriously, it was a fun sprint that ran a little long on customer request and I had a lot of fun doing.
I wasn't sure if Chibis and their themes worked with HF's rules, I'm gonna assume yes til told otherwise. 
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There’s nothing quite like the Chibis that inhabit this world, they’re incredibly smol and incredibly innocent. Stray cats are more dangerous, mice cause more harm, some dogs take up more space. Chibi are often referred to as Human plus, despite being far less capable, simply because their resemblance to humanity in shape is the only ounce of corruption they hold. Chibi are truly a celestial gift to the world, and in some cases, their origins are rumored to go deeper.

Akira is one of the few humans in possession of one of those cases. Well, possession might be a bit strange to say. While it is true that he has two Chibi crashing in his house, Akira hardly owns them. Chibi go where they feel most comfortable, like pets that can travel. They simply exist in a space and brighten it up with their presence.

“Ooh! Hooman bwought us snacks!” Lucy sings while watching him carry in a box of cookies from the back room, her lips wide and her drool ever-present. The red-skinned girl somehow manages to make even her spaded whiptail and demonic fiery eyes look harmless. They ignite in excitement, her thin frame jumping from one foot to the other. Her bright pink hair flopping from side to side with every bounce and letting him get a nice look at the little nubby horns on her head.

“Cookies!” The other voice that soon joins the greetings chimes aloud.

That doesn’t stop Akira from thinking of them as his. The second figure that bolts passed Lucy on a mad dash for him is just another reinforcement of this thought. With an adorably huge hat atop her head that’s stitched to look like an unconscious monster face or something, and a yellow tuft of fluff bouncing behind her, her wide-mouthed pink smile throws him over the edge into laughter. “Okay, okay, let me put them down!” 

Brown floppy hair and small button like red orbs adorn Min, his second Chibi. She jumps up for the box of cookies, biting the packaging and hanging in the air, suspended by his grip on the cookies. “Hey, you have to give me a second.” He wagers, waving it from side to side and pulling the hanging girl with him. Her stubby legs don’t leave much to be imagined beneath her patched together red dress. It was torn when he found her, he had to pick up a sewing kit to fix it and she’s been with him ever since.

“Hehe, Min’s so immpaassionate.” Lucy giggles, the black-dressed girl plodding into the room with tiny toes, and dark wings flowing behind her. Impatient and passionate together, that’s a new one, he’ll have to check where she learned that. It was probably thin air, Chibi just do that sometimes.

He sits down on the fluffy couch, resting his head back on a patch he recently had to make after one of Lucy’s little nubs caught it when she was too excited jumping around and playing with Min. Before he can grab Min, Lucy reveals herself to be no less mature. Flapping those dark wings of hers and jumping high into the air, so she can drop into a landing on his lap.

“Ah!” It’s the drop that changes things, an opener if one was to find one, into the depravity that would soon separate Akira from every other person in the world. Somehow, up to this day, out of all the times a chibi had landed in a lap, out of all the times they’d been bathed and changed, their hair fluffed and their skin scrubbed of dirt; none had ever slipped against a semi-erect penis before in just the right way to treat it to their heat.

The cookies fall from his hand, giving Min free reign to “munch munch munch!” while Lucy stares on jealously. It’s not a worry, Min will save her enough, it’s in the chibi nature. It’s just that Min gets the cookies first because Lucy doesn’t want to leave his lap yet.

He has a bigger concern, one rapidly growing against the hut buns of the little one in his lap. His arms wrap around her, holding the warm being to him, and resting his chin on her pink hair. She sees nothing wrong, doesn’t question his full mast poking her in the butt so suddenly, its thick length pressuring her in ways he’s sure no chibi has ever been pressured. At least not on purpose. “Mm.” He squeezes her tightly, testing the waters and rubbing her gently against it.

She doesn’t seem to notice, just another sign no one’s ever done it before. The thought should scare him, shake him away from continuing this or doing anything more. He recognizes that. He also recognizes that’s stupid, Lucy’s very cute, and it’s not like there are any rules against it. There couldn’t be, someone else would have had to have decided to try it for there to be rules.

His fingers slip down her frame in tandem, shaking in excitement all the way down to her lovely little legs. He prods them with a smile, feeling their texture and getting a good idea that yes, they do feel similar to a human’s. Cuter, more innocent, one can actually feel their innocence as a sensation, but their flesh is warm and soft and a little supple to the touch much like any woman’s. “Hooman?” Lucy asks, tilting her head up to look at him and away from the munching Min enjoying herself.

At some point, Min must have handed her a cookie because the horned girl’s got one hanging out of her mouth, her slightly pudgy hands wrapped around the oversized snack. Her fiery eyes look at him with both curiosity and affection. Trust and care. He vows to match that trust and care, as he always has. “I thought of something I think you’d enjoy, is all.” He knows he has her with that. She bounces a little in excitement, an action that forces him to close his eyes lest he let them roll in front of her in bliss and confuse her. 

He places a gentle kiss on one of her nubby horns in assurance, the same lovely horn that tore a little hole in the couch the other day. It was a very cute hole, much like the one he’s sure resides just a little deeper under her dress. One of his hands takes a firm hold of her left leg and gently parts it, while his other slips under her butt, an action she’d never question in a million years. He steals a little feel, prodding her tush in just the right way to make her wiggle a little, and the smallest little flamey blush to appear on her cheeks.

That blush is enough to warm his heart and make him gushedly place another kiss on her horn, but it’s not the reason he’s down here. The real reason is under her.

It takes him a few seconds to remove himself from the confines of his pants, another for his boxers. He uses those seconds to prod with his above-tush hand, gently trailing across her leg and slipping under her dress on its own, to play at the very soft black panties he’s helped her find dozens of times. It’s funny, with how many times he’s done their laundry, he’s never once connected the dots that they do in fact have sexual organs that aren’t being used. Likely lovely ones, a quick inspection with his finger proves his thought correct. “Ah-” She wiggles against him, confused by the sudden warmth he rubs against her panties while rubbing her innocent slit.

“Eat your cookie.” He teases. Giving her puffed cheeks a smile and ner nibbling lips a second glance. Waiting for her to slowly devour her treat, so he can pounce and give her a treat of his lips. Finally, with a little more prodding and discovery, he decides to push the panty aside, and feel the heat of her entrance on his finger fully.

It’s not to be underestimated. He’s treated to the ovenlike nature of her insides immediately, slipping into her private bakery on accident without the slightest resistance. “Aauh-” Her face lights up, and she drops the cooking with her mouth agape in surprise. An opening he takes with rapture, tilting her head back and stealing her lips. His finger slips deeper into the fully staffed kitchen, rolling around in a circle to explore the capacity of her lovely depths. A few dozen quick little pumps are all he needs to have her panting into his lips and know that it’s enough.

Min stares on in confusion, with two cookies in her hands and one half-eaten sticking out of her mouth, as he lines himself up to her now swollen nether lips, removes his fingers from her newly lubricated snatch, and pushes her down with the force of his kiss. She watches curiously as his tip penetrates the girl she’s come to live within recent times. Watches closely as he’s swallowed by a roaring inferno, and wetly gulped deeper by the wiggling Lucy, who’s long since stopped caring about the cookie and moved her hands up to grip his cheeks and deepen the sudden matching of their lips.

His first rock into her is met with tender care from the girl’s insides, his second finds him deeper in her tightly ridged, virgin folds. She’s so much smaller than any normal girl that he’s surprised by how stretchy she is. He expected to have to rub against her and call it the end there, but his fingers revealed this. This endless, loving, gentle tunnel that begged for more and continuously pumps him in tandem with his own little humps up into her.

“Hah-Lucy-” he gasps, hugging her tightly again. His arms around her waist can feel the outline of him, pushing into her. Feel how he displaces her stomach and his bulge appears even through her. Every visible spot for Min, who’s now looking under her dress for a better look, hands on his lap and head under it, close enough to him he can feel her hot breaths on his balls, is another tight angle he’s being caressed and kneaded from. 

Her searing juices flow around him, trapped in her airtight corridor by his sealing dick, treating him to a lovely experience with her soaking insides. Every thrust, and he is thrusting now, bounces Lucy in his lap and presses him closer and closer to the womb he knows is there. Just a little further, just a little- oah!” He jumps at the feeling of Min’s tongue licking his balls. At some point she must have dropped the cookie or developed a snake tongue because he gets the full treatment. A long, wet slip along him. 

Jumping finally impales Lucy with the rest of what he has to give her, and he knocks against the womb at the end of the chibi. It’s so far in, impossibly so, but it’s here. Under his arms, a massive distortion beneath her dress. “Ooh-haah-gonna cum- good girl Min, Lucy!” 

The praise excites them both quite visibly, min shaking her booty and Lucy eagerly diving for his lips again, the small separation Min caused with his jump lost in an instance. Her tongue intertwines with his, matching his intensity with care he’s sure he wouldn’t find anywhere else.

“Guahh!” It doesn’t burst like a dam, like he thinks it should, it’s powerful but slow. A pressure pumping into the lovely pinkett bouncing on his lap one powerful rope at a time until his arms are forced to move and her stomach is rapidly grown. Her tongue lolls inside his mouth, something he takes great advantage of, and she’s startled by the sheer flame that boils inside her. One stream at a time.

He rests like that, with her in his arms, a bloated belly and her flamey eyes glazed. Until those eyes close, and she utters a phrase he was waiting for. “Nap nap.”

“Hehe, thank-you Lucy, you’re a very good girl.” He slowly lifts her off, happily noting that despite taking the seal from her his cum doesn’t explode out. The bulge stays, meaning it’s secured deep inside her womb. 

Before he’s even set her to the side, a soft ‘thwack’ alerts him that his cock isn’t done, as it impacts the nose of the lovely Min, who’s now staring at it with crossed eyes and a little bit of leftover cum leaking onto her.

“Do you want to do me a favor?” He asks, gently setting Lucy down.

“Uh-huh.” One of her hands gently takes his thickness in her grip, while the other folds over and caresses the tip with curiosity, Squeezing and twisting a little. Her tongue scoops up one of his balls into her mouth, marinating it in love.

“Oh! Okay, hah-that’s, wow.”

“Min saww a mwoovie once.” She mumbles, wetly lapping at him while carefully shifting him to talk in between strokes. He doesn’t question what movie, he doesn’t really care, what he does care about is how much care she clearly has for him. Her fingers slipping down and around his sensitive shaft like she’s a sorceress trying to summon what he has for her as quickly as possible. 

She’s a little forceful, kneading him with her wrists, and squeezing his glands. “Oh, Min!” He reaches a hand under her big hat and rubs at her head, her silky well cared for hair - partially his doing - rewarding him with a lovely place to grip without worrying about pressuring her to go faster or suck harder. She’s not sucking, after-all. She releases his balls from her mouth, and runs a long tongue up his length, happily chiming some theme song from some anime most likely. It sounds upbeat, possibly a comedy.

She laps her tongue around his tip, playing in a spiral, and largely treating him to master artistry with her fingers. She begins to take it slow, almost painful in a pleasant sort of way that makes even his toes tingle. Worshipping him with every finger individually playing a different tune on their own.

“Mmm, Akira tastes good.” She explains. “I get the movie now.”

She places a gentle kiss on the tip, sucking strongly to give him a taste of what's to come and licking at his cumslit, before opening her mouth to take a large breath in. 

“Hehe, this is fun. Aom!” She dives. Pushing her hands down in a powerful stroke all the way down to his balls and gobbling half his knob into her wet lips in the first plunge. Her lips lock tightly, an airtight seal a normal girl could never manage but is child’s play to a chibi that’s already so smol and used to regular snacks one sucks. Her tongue wraps him a little like that of a snake's a second before her cheeks join him. She begins a gentle, yet forceful rhythm. Caring about his every sensation but not caring very much about whether he's overwhelmed or not.

“OH, gaah-Min!” His previously safety grip on her hair turns into a push-down as he bucks up gently into her, unable to stop himself from begging for more quite forcefully. 

The entrance to her throat is sudden, one of his bucks bringing him into it. She swirls around him and lets him feel the soft tissue, letting him thrust himself back to it over and over- Before pulling back a bit to force him to comply with her own slower pace.

She's slow, methodical, blows him one slurp at a time and builds the experience like one might words on a page or brush strokes on a canvas. Every wet bob is met with a wonderfully soft pump of her graceful hands, and her fingers even slip down when given the opportunity to glide against his balls.

"Ohhhhh! Oh, ahh- Min, aah-you’re incredible! I’m gonna, hah, gonna cum again!” His throbbing meat bobs inside her mouth with his proclamation, and she slows down again at his warning.

Not to edge him, though she does clearly contemplate it for a moment. A moment that does actually make him wonder what movie she’s getting herself into. But to slowly, peacefully guide him over the cliff with a nice, fulfilling tongue bath. There's something to be said about a slow orgasm instead of a rapid one. 

You're brought to the edge of your body's limits, not your body's surprise. It's relaxing, soothing. When you cum, it's not rushed. It comes out one gentle glob at a time. Extending the orgasm itself well past its normalcy and into adoring overtime. “Exsplsshhhion!” She cries out into his cum.

He can feel himself flood her cheeks, but he doesn't fire forcefully enough to push her to sputter or choke. She drinks it, keeping up and letting him feel what it's like to be treated like a straw. Drunken from and cared for. Only when he's fired every last drop, does she pull off. Glassy eyes and a gentle smile, to show him her open mouth, filled to the brim with his thick jizz. “Did Ah Do Gud?” She asks. Slowly swallowing it and draining it much like one might a bath. Her tongue slurping through it is the only real difference to one.

“Um-I-Uh, Aah… I love you both so much.” He pulls her into his lap, hugging her tightly and feeling her thin robe under his hands. “Good job, Min.” He waits for her to swallow and do one final lap of her tongue to ensure she’s scooped it all for her belly before he takes her lips. There’s more than a little amusement in his eyes, watching her be surprised by what was clearly about to happen, but apparently a kiss didn’t happen in that movie. 

It takes her a moment to come back to the warm embrace of reality, but when she does she covers him with a comforting embrace of her own. She hugs him tightly, not showing any care that her thin clothes in no way cover her ass, or that his recently cumming cock is likely rubbing whatever remnants she failed to lick up all over her panties. In fact, when he jumps a little in place to pull himself away so his thickness can smack her petite little butt, she gives him a greet rub back with her tush. 

The last thing she’d ever want to do is make him think she’s scared of him, any of him. They’re basically family, he’s her home. “I wuv you too.” She says "You're my famiwy." It's a real sentiment, one she holds so deep to her heart. One he can see in her eyes, and take for granted on her lips.

He gently rubs back against her behind, grinding against her panties and reaching up behind her back to slip under her hat again and rub her head. “That was really amazing, I can’t believe you learned that from watching a movie.”

Her tush is a paradise of its own for him, just a lovely place to nestle against and feel at home. It doesn’t have to be the most sensation filled pair of buns ever, it’s so cute, so subtly pleasing, it feels perfect. It’s not necessarily enticing or pushing, but saying from deep in her heart, a message. One that’s shouted where she’s gently rubbing his dick between her two buns, and shouted again where her chest is squeezed against his. The malleable flesh underneath that robe of hers, says without a doubt. ‘I’m here for you.’

It’s a message he can’t misconstrue, and it brings a little tear to his eye. It’s validating, he hasn’t done anything wrong here. He hasn’t harmed the fabric of chibi-ness, he’s found a way to make them cuter.

It's warm for him, much like her hug. It's not necessarily enticing or pushing him. But her body says, both against his dick and against his chest. 'I'm here for you.' 

"Waz et weally?" She asks softly. "I was nervous, what Lucy did waz bettah wight?”

“No, yes, well.” He laughs a little, “not comparable, they were both amazing.” 

“Oh…” She rubs her cheek against his, smiling like a little loon. “Is there anyting else I can help you wit?” She asks. “Or should I go back to cwookies?” He smirks at that, pecking her lips again and grinding against her a bit more firmly. 

"Hah-" She's a bit surprised by it, but doesn’t dare reject him. Her eyes fluttering at the kiss, her gentle lips feel like a little chunk of heaven on him. She gives him a gentle glide, her warmth stroking him with care, their combined efforts bunching up her panties a lot and teasing him endlessly with the rim and what lay beneath.

He grabs her ass, so he can grind more forcefully. “I need more.” He admits, a soft begging tone to his voice, one he knows she can’t deny. Her body just told him so. He doesn’t wait for an answer, doesn’t need to. His fingers massage her ass just long enough to elicit a nice gasp from her, before slipping her panties aside and lifting her up, so he can settle her right on where he wants her.

"Hah-!" She's a gentle kind of moist. Just slippery enough for his prodding to result in a successful penetration with a simple rock of their cores. He pops into an amazing playhouse of heat and love that care's for him as much as her lips did, slowly squeezing him tightly in paradise, and already on entry he knows this is a place he wants to stay. His Chibi are the best. "Do you um, wanna help me wit a ting later?” She asks, escaping his probing tongue so she can escape his tongue while continuing to hug him with a smile.

That’s not a problem. He tilts her back and to the side, catching her by surprise and laying her atop her sexed out co-chibi. Lucy doesn’t seem to mind the company much, automatically reaching around to hug her, as all Chibi do. Her pregnant belly is on full display. It looks almost like she’s carrying a child, what with how much cum he stuffed into her. “How much help do you need?” He asks. Knowing damn well she’ll be napping soon, and there probably won’t be a lot to help with.

“I wunna, ahh-beat this part in a game-oowoo!” He pushes her hips down, and thrusts once, piercing her insides and stretching her around him like a lovely animated glove given live and flesh. Her eyes widen, and her pussy swallows. 
"Oh! Um, yeah. Hah-if you wanna do that after I’m done, aah, stirring you up, hah!” She nods into his chest, not caring that he’s holding her by her bum and thrusting into her much smaller body from above. It’s wonderful, blissful, and she instead makes a shaky attempt to hide her pants in his chest. That way he can’t notice just how loud she is.

It’s just another one of the things that has him loving every moment inside her virgin pussy. Every thrust takes him deeper, into squisher and somehow purer territory. It's like she's trying to suck the sin out of him, and the womb he finds himself pressing against is where she's trying to suck it. 

Her body doesn’t bounce with his thrusts. It wiggles, wobbles, and gently tenses. Squeezing him with her walls and controlling her pussy in just the right way to work him over and under. It's a deliberate effort, more intimate. It makes every little touch feel like her intent. “Oooh-aaah, yes!”

She gulps, practically chiming in her breaths. The slide he forces onto her delicate body causes her to rock her sweet little slit up and down his shaft. Her eyes fog and her feet wrap behind his knees, locking there so he can’t escape. Her grip may not be strong, but a Chibi’s not someone you can hurt, you have to be gentle, and he’ll never get her away from him in time before he cums at this rate, not that he’d want to in a million years. What it does tell him, is that there’s meaning to what he’s about to do, to dumping his thick load into her. Meaning they didn’t mention before.

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll make something inside her. “Diss is aweeshum!” She giggles.

“It’s what friends are for, haah!” That and making chibis into mothers, apparently. 

“It’s-aah-a little more than that!” She squeezes him tightly, both downstairs and with her tiny arms. She gently rocks him against her entire insides, scolding him slightly with his eyes to slow down so she can finish him at peace. He does as he’s told, luxuriating in the lavish treatment Min chooses for him. These virgin folds, split and spread just for him are gentle, loving. They’d rather caress and grip him than roughly grind him. Much like her mouth, it's going for a slow, lovely build-up. She's not even trying, that's just her. The entirety of her being, a sweet summer flower intimately in love. "Aah-this is so, haah, bout to make you fwinish so we can pway some games!”

“Haah-haah-about to-oooh aaah!” It almost feels timed, the final thrums of his loins before he starts emptying out into her. He plants a kiss on her lips once again, pressing her against Lucy, so that he can steal and suck her tongue, while he pours life into her.

Her kiss back is loving. Not primal or urgent. A gentle twist of her tongue and a deep, sensual kiss. The two are intermixed in a way he certainly hasn't felt before. Her womb is open to him, accepting. She doesn't make a sound when she feels him spattering into her fertile walls. Instead, she gives a little bounce, a little joyous rock, ensuring every single drop is wrung out of him so it can find where it belongs deep inside of her.

Only when his hot life is finished flowing, and the steady eruption finishes casting its spell inside her, do her ankles come apart so he can leave her.

He doesn’t. He wraps the two girls in his arms and rolls over, so they can lay atop him. One already in dreamland, the other fading away with a huge, new, and improved belly. “Nap, nap.” She whispers, kissing him again. “Gam later.”

“Hehe, okay, Min. I love you too.”

“Mmm, love Akira.”