Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Key to the Heart ❯ Olympic Coliseum-Tournament Bonus ( Chapter 4 )

Kingdom Hearts: Key to the Heart

 

Andrew Joshua Talon and Captain Sarcasm

 

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine, we're not making money off this, blah blah blah, I can't hear you…

 

Author's Note: Sora, Kairi, and Riku are 14 in the first KH, which is legal age in Japan. Any characters whose ages are not firmly established will be 14 or older. So, at least as far as Japan is concerned, we're not writing kiddie porn.

 

And because I didn't say it in my first chapter… SCREW YOU FANBITCHES! TAKE YOUR YAOI AND KEEP IT WHERE YOU KEEP YOUR INSECURITIES! HIDDEN IN YOUR CLOSET!

 

… Why yes, I did go there.

 

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Chapter 4: Olympic Coliseum-Tournament Bonus

 

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Sora sighed tiredly. His head hurt, his body ached, and part of his hair had been burnt from a Fat Robber's fire breath.

 

But it was all worth it to win the first tournament, and gain the Gravity spell.

 

“Pretty sweet, huh Donald?” Sora asked with a grin. Donald smirked back, War Hammer leaning against his shoulder as the trio walked out of the main arena. Goofy had strapped his Stout Shield to his back and was looking up at the clear blue sky fondly as they walked.

 

“Yeah. But don't get too cocky! You still need to practice with it,” the duck mage stated. Goofy laughed and clapped a hand on Sora's shoulder.

 

“Aw c'mon Donald! Let's take a rest. We've been fightin' for hours now.” Donald rolled his eyes, but truth be told he was looking forward to some rest…

 

“Hey guys!” Sora turned and his eyes widened as a familiar brunette ninja walked up.

 

“Yuffie? What are you doing here?” She smiled and shook her head.

 

“Don't you look at the tournament boards? Leon and I are at the top in the Pegasus Cup,” Yuffie pointed back at the banners, and the trio saw the names.

 

“So, we face you last then?” Sora asked with a grin. “Got it. I was looking forward to a rematch with Leon…”

 

“Oh no you don't, not right now,” Yuffie tsked. “There are some rules and fighting techniques you need to know!”

 

“Gawrsh, really? Uh, we'd better study up on `em!” Goofy responded. Yuffie shot Sora a wink, involuntarily making him blush.

 

“Don't worry guys. I'll instruct Sora here first-You guys rest up, all right?” Donald raised a feathered brow at the blushing Sora and the eyes Yuffie was giving him. Hmm… Something's up… And I never heard of any special rules or techniques!

 

“That sounds fine, Yuffie! Sora, we'll see ya later. Phil was gonna show us Athens anyway,” Goofy replied cheerfully, turning and pulling Donald along by the neck of his tunic.

 

“Wah? Now wait just a minute here! Goofy! Goofy, lemme go! Lemme go!” Donald squawked angrily as the dog led him to the gates. Sora and Yuffie waved goodbye, which Goofy returned as he pushed through the gates and pulled his angry duck companion with him. Donald was tempted to call down some lightening on his friend, but one, he was out of magic, and two, Goofy was a lot stronger physically than him.

 

So when Goofy finally let Donald go outside the Coliseum, on the main street of Athens with it's bustling marketplace, the duck spun around and demanded an explanation.

 

“Hey, what's the big idea?” Donald growled. “What's with the rough handlin'?!”

 

“Donald, aw think Yuffie wanted some time alone with Sora,” Goofy whispered, smirking a bit. Donald gaped.

 

“Eh?!”

 

“You saw how she was lookin' at him, right? Ahyuck, aw think they need some time alone.” Donald crossed his arms and scowled.

”Hmph… Well, guess we could use some time to ourselves, anyway,” the duck harrumphed. Goofy grinned.

 

“But we're talking to him about this soon! Can't have him off with girls all the time when we're tryin' to find the king!” Donald stated. The dog-like captain shook his head.

 

“Aw Donald, don't get all angry! Sure, you miss Daisy, but that ain't no reason to fuss at Sora!” Donald had nothing to say to that, but he still grumbled as he followed Goofy into the agoras.

 

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Yuffie, meanwhile, had lead Sora to a large, sand-floored room underneath the Coliseum. The young man looked around in aw at the underground storage rooms and chambers.

 

“Wow, I had no idea all this was down here!”

 

“Hand it to the Greeks for making use of any space they can find,” Yuffie grinned, turning around and looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Now then, this is a practice gym. What I'm going to show you doesn't require a lot of room…” She trailed off and looked over her shoulder.

 

“Sora… Are you staring at my ass?” Sora blinked, and blushed a little.

 

“Er, well…”

 

“It's not like you haven't seen it before,” Yuffie teased. Sora nodded.

 

“Er, I know… But, um… Well…” Sora shrugged helplessly, leading Yuffie to giggle.

 

“Well, don't worry about it,” the ninja said calmly. “This training should help you with such… Distractions.” Sora blinked.

 

“How?”

 

“Simple. Take off your clothes.”

 

“Wait, what?” Yuffie sighed.

 

“Oh, right, you haven't seen the Olympics… Here in Greece, most of the major sporting events require all the participants to be naked.” Sora gawked.

 

“Eh?! Why?”

 

“Well, for the normal events involving just Greeks, it's to make sure only men participate. Women aren't allowed in such games, and this is the only way to make sure,” Yuffie responded. “However, since the tournaments here involve people from other worlds, the Greeks have relaxed this rule, and others, out of respect to other worlds.” Yuffie smirked a bit. Sora shook his head.

 

“But uh… Why do we have to be naked?”

 

“Sora, we've had sex. Several times,” Yuffie stated with a large grin. “Why are you so bashful here?”

 

“I-I-I just, uh… Well… If we're clothed, and all, um…”

 

“It's the best way to teach you Greek-style wrestling, which a few of the competitors have begun to learn,” Yuffie said flippantly. “And the best way to teach that, is as the Greeks do.” Yuffie undid her head band, dropping it casually on the ground. Her scarf and gloves followed, before smirking sexily at Sora.

 

“C'mon Sora… You do want to wrestle me, right?” She purred with a wink. Sora gritted his teeth, the temptation to just rush her and rip off her clothes coming into his mind. He pulled off his jacket, as Yuffie smiled and pulled her tanktop up over her head.

 

“Uh…” Even though Jane Porter had had larger breasts, Yuffie's small but perfectly round and perky boobs couldn't help but draw his attention. She smirked at him, as she undid her stockings and slid them down her toned legs, divesting them along with her boots. Her fingers settled on the fastener to her shorts as she looked at Sora expectantly.

 

“Sora…?” The brown-haired boy whipped off his shirt, hurriedly unfastened his large shoes, tossing them behind him, and slid off his shorts probably faster than he ever had in his life. Yuffie smirked as he blushed a bit at his obvious erection (and licked her lips when he didn't move to hide it), before clearing her throat and putting her hands on her hips.

 

“Now then… Come over here,” she said. Sora walked over, a bit uncomfortably given how hard he was. Yuffie felt herself grow warmer and wetter between her legs, and it took considerable effort to refocus.

 

“Um, right… Now, hold out your hands, like this,” Yuffie ordered, raising them and holding her hands palms forward. Sora did so, biting his lower lip as his eyes drifted up and down her body. Yuffie took his hands into her own, trembling a bit at the warm shock from the touch. Her cheeks, already red, seemed to burn now.

 

Damn…

 

“Right… Now, the idea is to push against me, and try to put me off balance,” Yuffie got out, her voice far huskier than she imagined it would be. Sora nodded, eyes slightly glazed. Yuffie pushed against him, and he pushed back in reflex.

 

“When that's done, you try to entrap me, with my own arms,” Yuffie whispered. Sora nodded, and Yuffie took a deep breath.

 

“Now then… Three, two, one, go!” The two naked warriors pushed against eachother, both straining to keep leverage in the sand beneath their feet. They grunted in extertion and frustrations, eyes boring into eachother, as sweat began to grace their brows.

 

“C'mon Sora… You can do better than this!” Yuffie hissed. Sora groaned, and pushed a little more… Before abruptly releasing his hold, loosening and letting a surprised Yuffie fall into him.

 

They collapsed to the sand floor, and Yuffie quickly found herself pinned by a smirking Sora. He'd positioned his legs to keep hers spread, and had grabbed her wrists to pin them on either side of her head.

 

“How's that?” Sora breathed, warm breath trickling across Yuffie's lips. She felt his cock rubbing a little against her taut stomach, and she licked her lips.

 

“Very good,” she exhaled. Sora closed the distance between their lips, his tongue pushing past her willing lips and already smothering her tongue. He let go of her wrists and she had her hands on the sides of his head, as though trying to force his whole mouth into her own.

 

“Mmm… Sora,” Yuffie sighed as the boy pulled back. He slid down until his face met her sex, and with a smirk that sent a thrill through her spine, parted her pussy lips and began to lap. Yuffie shuddered and moaned, her hands already running through his spiky hair.

 

“Aaaaah!” He slid his tongue deep inside her, making Yuffie squeal. His right hand moved to her inner thigh, stroking it, while his other busied itself with rubbing Yuffie's clit.

 

“Unggghhhh! Ahhh!” Yuffie gasped out, gritting her teeth. She moaned as he slowed his pace, and glowered as he stopped altogether.

 

“Sora, what are you-Oh God!” Yuffie shrieked as he shoved two fingers inside her, curling and rubbing as he started to suck on her clit. He kept hitting a spot inside her that seemed to pulse pleasure through her whole body, the stimulation of him reaching up to grope her breasts only adding to the sensations. She began to scream as she neared orgasm, wrapping her legs around Sora's back, pulling him harder against her.

 

“SOOORRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!” Sora was shocked at the flood of juices that erupted from her pussy, and choked a little as Yuffie's grip on his became painful. A few moments later she sagged, hands falling limply to her sides as she panted, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Sora licked his lips, the sweetly sour taste of Yuffie and her current state bringing a grin to his face.

 

“So… Looks like I win,” he commented. Yuffie seemed to catch her breath, sitting up. She stared at him with an overwhelmingly hungry gaze that made Sora back up a little.

 

“Uh, Yuffie-WOAH!” The ninja tackled him, kissing him so deeply his breath seemed literally stolen from him. Landing on his back, he groaned into her mouth as her warm fingers grabbed his hardness and guided it to her dripping sex. They groaned into eachother's mouths as she sank down on him, until finally their pelvises met with an obscene squish.

 

“Fuck Sora, you have no idea what you do to me,” Yuffie hissed as she broke the kiss, lifting her hips before slamming them down, Sora gasping in pleasure and shock.

 

“Y-Yuffie I-Unnnghhh!”

 

“Ahhhhh!” Yuffie cried with Sora, pumping him again smoothly and quickly. She started slamming herself down onto her shorter lover, the sound of flesh slapping filling the room with each thrust. Sora growled and gripped Yuffie's ass, hard, as he started slamming back into her. Her screams only increased in volume, but Sora couldn't last long.

 

“Aughhhhh! God! Fuck… SORA!”

 

“Yuffie…!”

 

“Yes…SORA! SORRRAAAAAAA!!!”

 

“YUFFIEEE!”

 

And, as in their first coupling, everything went dark as Yuffie slumped against Sora, sighing in bliss as Sora loosely held her in his arms…

 

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“… Yuffie?” The ninja girl blinked as she lazily played with Sora's hair. The boy had shifted down, face nuzzling her neck.

 

“Hm?”

 

“I don't really have to wrestle my enemies Greek style, do I,” the boy said, not so much a question as a statement. Yuffie smiled.

 

“Nope…”

 

“… I still think I need more training time with you in it, though.” The ninja's smile widened.

 

“Good…”

 

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Author's note: Don't worry, there will be lots more Yuffie/Sora action in the future. And yes, the Ancient Greeks really did compete in the Olympics and other sports nude. Hopefully my explanation for why the tourneys in the Coliseum aren't done in this way works. Please review! It's what keeps us writing!

 

And on why no one's getting pregnant or STDs? Uh… Look! A Distraction!

 

(runs)