Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Key to the Heart ❯ Agrabah - I Dream of Jasmine ( Chapter 5 )

Kingdom Hearts: Key to the Heart

Chapter Five: I Dream of Jasmine

Captain Sarcasm

 

Disclaimer: Yeah, this shit is porn. Porn involving minors and cartoon characters based on the concept created for a PS2 video game. If you're reading this, I'm going to assume you wanted to, and if you're not 18, you should really totally not even be here. Wink wink.

 

Author's Note: Sorry that it took so long to get this out. I had two weeks of exam season at school, two weeks of computer out-of-comissionitude and then I just generally felt like crap for a while. It's not been good.

 

But now I's back, baby! GET IT ON!

 

Actual Story Stuff Fun Time Start Now.

 

***

 

Donald wiped the sweat from his brow, in clear defiance of the fact that birds do not actually possess sweat glands. “Why do we never go anywhere nice?”

 

“Whatcha mean, Donald?” asked Goofy. “That Olympus place was pretty nice.”

 

“All we did was fight Heartless! The entire place was only three rooms, and one of them was there only for us to battle to the death!”

 

“Aww, I had fun. It's nice not to deal with Keyholes and giant boss battles and stuff.”

 

“There WAS a giant boss battle, you numbskull! Two if you count the guy with the sword. And before that was the jungle with all the monkeys and before that was that crazy acid-trip world with the shrinking pills and the invisible cat… and NOW look!”

 

He kicked up a small cloud of sand, making a tiny, indistinguishable divot in the vast, surrounding desert, stretching out unendingly from horizon to horizon.

 

“We're out here in the middle of nowhere, getting slow-roasted!”

 

“You just gotta have a positive attitude, Donald,” laughed Goofy. “Just think of it as a day at a really big beach!”

 

“I'll show you a positive attitude-“

 

“Calm down, guys...” said Sora, distantly, sweat running down his limp arms, his jacket pulled up over his head as he stared, blankly, into the distance. “I can see a city just over there… it's not too far… and look! …there's a beauuutiful lake nearby…”

 

He arced forwards and fell into the sand without his expression ever changing.

 

“Great,” said Donald. “Now we have to carry him.”

 

“It'll be good exercise!”

 

“…I hate you so much.”

 

***

 

Two hours, a bath and some cool, fruity beverages later, they were ready to move on.

 

“Okay,” said Sora. “We'd better find out who's in charge here. They'd probably know about the Keyhole.”

 

“There was a real shiny building we saw when we came in,” said Goofy. “A giant white building with big gold roofs. There's gotta be a king or something there.”

 

“Let's find him!”

 

“Oh, how are we going to get in?” asked Donald.

 

There was a crash from a side street. A group of guards rushed out, looking at the rooftops angrily.

 

“You two, over that way, and you, come with me!” said the biggest one. “We'll find him…”

 

“Hey!” said Sora. “Who lives in that giant palace? We need to see him, it's urgent.”

 

Captain Razoul, although not quite bright enough to catch a solitary street thief, wasn't stupid. Well, not entirely. He was able to put two and two together well enough.

 

For example, here was a young teenager with fair skin, blue eyes and sandy hair, obviously a traveler from somewhere outside of the Seven Deserts, and his clothing was enough to confirm that. Said clothes were also unusually bright and extravagant, and made of some material he had never seen. There was a crown-shaped pendant hanging from his neck and he was asking to meet the Sultan. Also, he was traveling with a talking, pantsless waterfowl and some kind of giant dog monster, and he was holding a three-foot metal key.

 

You'd really need to be insane to walk around like that, and the only people that could be that insane and *able* to actually would walk around like that were royalty. QED.

 

“Of course, sire,” he said, bowing. “Simply head up the main street, and I will send one of my men to inform the Sultan.”

 

“Thanks!”

 

“Incidentally…” he leaned in, and whispered into Sora's ear. “Princess Jasmine is a feisty one… don't push your luck, and you didn't hear that from me.”

 

“…o-kay,” Sora said. “…thanks for the help.”

 

“The pleasure is all mine,” said Razoul, running off.

 

“He was polite for such a mean-looking guy,” said Goofy.

 

“He even called you Sire,” said Donald. “You don't get that often.”

 

“Real classy!”

 

***

 

The heavy, wide door started grinding open right as the three of them reached the main staircase. When they reached the top, it was still busy opening, and a tiny little bearded man in white with a turban nearly as big as the rest of his body was rushing out.

 

“Welcome!” he gushed, grabbing Sora's arm in both hands and pumping it vigorously. “Welcome to Agrabah, my friends! Come in, come in, you must be exhausted.”

 

“Well, actually, I'm just-“

 

“Nonsense, I wouldn't hear of it!” the little man was pushing Sora through the door, and they started walking down the entrance hall. “My palace is your palace, and I insist that you let me entertain you.”

 

“Oh, you must be that Sultan fellah!” said Goofy.

 

“Oh yes, yes,” he said. “I am the Sultan of Agrabah, and… I say, I don't think I was told your names.”

 

“The name's Sora.”

 

“Donald Duck.”

 

“I'm Goofy. Pleased to meet you, your Sultanness.”

 

“Your Majesty.”

 

They whirled around. A tall, thin, snake-like man in black and red had appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind them. A smirking red parrot was perched on his shoulder, and a golden, cobra-headed staff was clutched tightly in his fingers.

 

“It would not do to forget your place when speaking… to royalty.”

 

“AAAAWK, ROYALTY!”

 

“Ah, yes,” said the Sultan. “This is Jafar, my Vizier and most trusted advisor.”

 

“Charmed,” he said. “I'm sure.”

 

“…likewise,” stuttered Sora. “Now, your Majesty, I'm here-“

 

“Yes, yes, I know why you're here.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Of course. Why else would you have come? I would have appreciated some word beforehand, however. I've had to set things up in a bit of a rush.”

 

“So you're all ready?” This guy is really on the ball, Sora thought. We may even have time to sightsee.

 

“Well, I am,” the Sultan said. “And I'm sure that Jafar is, but… I don't know if she is.”

 

“Good, then let's get right to… she?” He stopped in his tracks. This was starting to feel familiar. “…who's she?”

 

“Who? Why, my daughter, of course.” He flung open a curtain to the inner gardens. “Princess Jasmine.”

 

A woman about four or five years older than Sora was sitting on the fountain in the garden, one hand idly skimming the surface of the water, her opposite leg dangling onto the grass. Her skin was a light, soft brown, and her hair was black and silken, bound by a headband and spreading out around her head in two rounded wings that curved around her face and back, tied together in an ankle-length ponytail.

 

She was dressed not to show off too much, but not to leave too much to the imagination. Her blue top was cut low in the back and high about the midriff, held up by straps about her upper arms, and revealed enough of the shape of her breasts, without showing much more skin than a bit of cleavage. Her blue pants were thin, but baggy, and showed only the shapes of her upper hips and thighs, though they could be seen more clearly when she moved. She accented this with a band of loose gold about her neck, two golden earrings and a large, blue gem set in her headband.

 

She seemed to notice Sora staring and turned, showing her large, brown eyes and bright red lips. Both turned hard suddenly and she stood up, stomping out of the gardens in a huff. The Sultan shut the drapes.

 

“That went well,” he said.

 

“…well?” asked Donald.

 

“Usually she has a tiger with her,” smirked Jafar.

 

“Yes, but I'm sure you'll manage to win her over. I am an excellent judge of character, and you look like you'd make a fine husband.”

 

“HUSBAND?”

 

“Gawrsh, Sora.”

 

“Look, your majesty, I can't-“

 

“My, where did you ever get such a tremendous key?”

 

“...I'm sorry?”

 

“What kind of lock would need a key this big? Something important, very important I'd imagine… or is it ceremonial?”

 

“…this guy's in charge?” whispered Donald.

 

“You should try advising him,” intoned Jafar.

 

“Never mind the key, Sir,” said Sora. “Look, I can't marry your daughter, I'm too young!”

 

“Nonsense, my boy,” he said. “Some of the best marriages have been between a younger man and an older woman. In fact, my own father had two children of his own by your age.”

 

“But I'm not-“

 

“Well, I have my duties. I'll leave you alone.”

 

“But-“

 

“Do be nice,” he said, suddenly very serious. “You don't seem to be like her other suitors, and I doubt she could stand to have her heart broken yet again.”

 

And so he tottered off, humming something to himself.

 

“…totally unreachable,” said Jafar.

 

“No kidding,” said Sora. “Look, maybe you can help me. I'm not here to marry any princess, I'm not even a prince. I'm here looking for this magic Keyhole thing, and I have to get to it before these black monsters eat the world, or… something. Do you know what I'm talking about?”

 

“…no,” he said. “In fact, I've never heard of any such thing. Not at all. It does sound… interesting. I'll have to research my texts and see what I can uncover.”

 

“Well, don't take too long,” said Sora. “We don't want this to fall into the wrong hands.”

 

“You have my personal assurance that, as of now, that is no longer possible.” He bowed low, smiling widely and thinly. “Now do run along. Everything is well in hand.”

 

“Right,” said Sora. “Let's go find that Keyhole!”

 

“Yeah! Let's get there before dinner!” shouted Goofy.

 

“Hey, wait up!” yelled Donald, running after them.

 

“…I cannot believe that the Keyblade chose *him*.”

 

“He can't possibly be such an idiot!” squawked his parrot. “The sun must really be getting to him, running around in that outfit! Look at him, he's all `Hey, Jafar, can you help me find the one thing you need to destroy me?' and you were going `Of course, dear boy. By the way, I'm not a villain,' and he BOUGHT IT! Little runt. I bet *I* could beat him.”

 

“Far from likely, Iago” said Jafar, stepping into his secret passageway. “His keyblade is a powerful weapon. Its wielder is practically invincible, able to defeat entire armies and sunder worlds.”

 

“…and we're trying to fight him?”

 

“There are ways to overpower it… forces stronger still. And the blade itself can be weakened by weakening the resolve of the wielder.”

 

“…so you're saying that if we break his spirit…”

 

“…his power will crumble! But how to do it?”

 

“You could make him do something bad to the princess! That way, he'd get really depressed, right? And his powers would go away, right? And because he hurt the princess, the Sultan would have him beheaded!”

 

“Yes… I'd let that doddering fool do my work for me. There'd be nobody left to defend him. Now… what kind of magic spell to use? Madness? Rage?”

 

“Oooh, Jafar! This one!”

 

“A love potion?”

 

“A *lust* potion!”

 

A quizzical look passed over his face and suddenly cracked like a windowpane as he laughed. “I love the way your foul little mind works!”

 

***

 

The sun was slowly slinking down, casting the shadow of the palace over the entire city. Sora dragged himself into the party's guest bedroom, lugging a heavy sack. Donald and Goofy were already there.

 

“Alright,” he said, wearily. “Either of you guys find anything about the keyhole?”

 

“No,” said Donald, “but I found THIS!”

 

He held aloft an iron shortsword, that was probably held together only by rust.

 

“…and?” said Sora.

 

“Can't you see what it is? It's the sword of Gilgamesh! It's thousands of years old! I could sell it for millions! Billions! I could be as rich as my uncle Scrooge!”

 

“Wow,” said Goofy. “And that guy in the wooden stall let you have a priceless unique artifact for only 20 munny?”

 

“That's…right…” he paused. “Aw, phooey.”

 

“What about you, Goofy?”

 

He proudly held up an earthenware …vessel of some sort.

 

“It's a combination hookah and coffeemaker!”

 

“But… you don't smoke,” said Sora. “…or drink coffee.”

 

“No, but it also makes julienne fries!”

 

“…okay. Well, I can top that,” said Sora, and unrolled a fine, intricately-woven rug. “My mom's gonna love this!”

 

“Hey, there's a mistake!” said Donald. “Right there, some kind of… small imperfection in the pattern.”

 

“Oh, man,” said Sora. “I didn't even see that. I'd better take it back tomorrow.”

 

“Yes, but for now, you must rest,” said Jafar, who had appeared in the doorway, holding a tray of drinks. “I took the liberty of fetching some of our special blend of tea. It helps you sleep.”

 

“Thanks, Jafar!” said Sora, taking the cup closest to him. “Although I don't know if I'll need any help getting to sleep tonight. Mmm, that's not bad.”

 

“A rare delicacy from India,” said Jafar, as Donald and Goofy took theirs. “Now, sleep well. I should have information on this… `keyhole' thing by tomorrow.”

 

He left, sliding the door shut behind him.

 

“You're sure he took the right one?”

 

“Absolutely, Iago. Now, to make sure…”

 

***

 

“Princess?”

 

“What is it, Jafar?”

 

“I've brought you some tea, your Highness. To help you sleep…”

 

***

 

“Mnnn? Whazza?”

 

He lifted his head off the pillow and rubbed his hair, somehow managing to make it even spikier.

 

“Wha…tims…zit?” Donald and Goofy were still fast asleep. He looked out the window and saw stars shining through the sheer curtains. “Helps you sleep… yeah… right.”

 

He stood up, not bothering to put his clothes back on and walked over to the balcony clad only in his boxers and socks. Well, now what? he thought. It won't be morning for another few hours… I guess I had better try and get back to sleep. But how? …and why do I feel so cold?

 

He looked down.

 

Ah.

 

He had had morning wood before, of course. He was a healthy, teenage boy. But… it had never been that big first thing in the morning, or hard enough to poke straight through the fly. The fact that it was the middle of the night and about five degrees out didn't seem to be doing anything to it either.

 

Those boxers were becoming really uncomfortable right now…

 

Nobody around anyway, he thought, sliding them off, and sitting down to take off his socks. I kinda feel more like being naked now for some reason anyway...

 

He stood back up, letting the cool night air wash over his body. It felt good…really good.

 

He couldn't just waste it by standing around. He wanted to get out. He felt really restless, despite having just woken up, and the palace was expansive and full of lots of platform-like structures set within easy jumping heights of each other. A fun time to be had for all.

 

He leapt off the balcony and grabbed hold of the top of a pillar, jumping and somersaulting up to get a view of the entire courtyard. He stood there, naked, as bold as ever, without the slightest bit of concern that somebody might see him. But let them see. I know I look good. Anybody that doesn't take a peek is just missing out. Nobody'd be up at this hour, anyway, he reminded himself. And even if they were, the entire palace is dark as night.

 

But there was a light on.

 

“Hello…”

 

He jumped across the courtyard towards the candle-lit balcony, keeping in close to the shadows and away from prying eyes.

 

Leaning on the railing was the princess Jasmine. She was wearing something the same color as her regular clothes, but much shorter and so sheer as to be nearly invisible. Her hair was unbound and flowed in long, dark tresses, blowing softly in the wind.

 

If there was any physical way he could have become more aroused, science hasn't yet figured out a way to keep it from producing four-hour erections. He leapt over and landed behind her.

 

“Hey there,” he said.

 

Jasmine whirled around, gasping and blushing down past her neck.

 

“You,” she said. “You're… you're the - ah!”

 

She brought her hand to her mouth in shock as she noticed Sora's appearance, her eyes locked on Sora's hard member like a missile. She was so shocked that she didn't even think to cover up her own barely-clothed body, whose state of arousal was already beginning to betray her. She was sweating, her olive-brown skin glistening in the moonlight, highlighting the smooth lines of her toned muscles. Sora's sudden appearance had caused her to breathe much faster, but now she was panting slowly, her small breasts rising and falling slowly; the motion traveling all the way down her flat stomach to her pelvis and causing her hips to slowly rock back and forth.

 

And there was another, quite distinct sheen beginning to form there, on her inner thighs, beneath the patch of short hair black hair.

 

She was staring intently at Sora, a mixture of confusion and fear on her face. She saw a fire in Sora's eyes, a kind of bright glowing flame driving him on, but that flame was all there was. Behind that flame was nothingness, a giant emptiness without even any darkness. There was no thought behind his actions, only instinct.

 

“Take off your clothes.”

 

“What?”

 

“Take off your clothes,” repeated Sora.

 

“H…how… how dare you?” she replied, with the last vestiges of her reason. “You… you come into my room naked and just ask me to…”

 

She started backing towards the wall, her hand reaching out for a pull-cord on the wall.

 

“If you were not a prince, I would have you torn apart by wild horses for such an affront.”

 

Sora, however, was already there, snatching the cord away.

 

“`Affront?'” he smirked. “I'm a kid, not an idiot, and I can read you like a book. You want this harder than… hell, I can't think of a clever metaphor. But we both know you want it.”

 

“Get away!” The Princess tried to slap him but Sora's cold hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her down roughly, grabbing her head with his other hand.

 

“Your mouth says no,” he smirked. “But your eyes-“

 

He was broken off in mid-sentence as Jasmine pulled his body closer to her and kissed *him*, a deep, hungry kiss that scrambled what little parts of his brain still functioned and left him gasping for air.

 

“They say yes,” Jasmine purred, licking her lips. Her eyes had the same fire as his, burning in the emptiness behind her eyes. Even in the state he was in, Sora had to pause and think things over as she peeled off the damp, sticky fabric of her nightdress and stood naked before him, a grin on her face like a tiger sizing up her next meal. “It's so hard to find a decent man among princes…” she sauntered towards him, herding him back to the wide, round bed. “A bunch of inbred blue-bloods taught that the world owes them a favor for being born. They wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she was on her knees for him.”

 

She pushed Sora down on the bed and pulled him up into a sitting position, kissing him deeply and trailing her lips down his neck and chest, her hard, dark nipples teasing over his chest and stomach.

 

“Fortunately…” she spread his legs, running one hands over his thigh as she knelt down between them, taking his erect shaft in the other. “…I still know what to do with a man.”

 

She kissed the tip of his head once and opened her mouth wide, licking and sucking at as much the shaft as she could like a popsicle she was afraid of melting. Sora had never felt anything as pleasurable as this before, and the fire quickly returned to his eyes and the hungry, drooling grin spread across his face once more as he took her head in both hands and suddenly forced her head down on his shaft until she gagged, roughly bobbing her mouth up and down, fucking her face hard.

 

Jasmine pushed off of him with both hands and slid free, his cock popping out with an audible “twang!” She panted for a moment, and then regained composure, licking his sweat and juices off her face before fixing him with a look and a wink that nearly stopped his heart.

 

“Mmm… you like to play rough, do you?”

 

She slowly licked her long, thin index finger and returned to his cock, licking up and down the entire length of his shaft. Her hands dove between his legs, one of them squeezing and stroking his balls, and the other…

 

“Ah-!”

 

Sora snapped upright, his fingers clenching Jasmine's head like a vise.

 

“Jas… Jasmine…?”

 

“Aww,” she cooed, waggling her finger. “Does the prince have a sensitive spot?” She leaned forward and took his entire cock in her mouth and ever…so…slowly slid it off, her soft, skilled tongue sliding over the tender flesh on the underside of his shaft. “If you can't keep up with the big girls, you shouldn't raise the stakes.”

 

She pushed him back down onto the bed and crawled on top of him, taking him back into her mouth. She pulled herself up and turned all the way around, her mouth pivoting around his shaft, letting her lips and tongue slowly run over his skin. She settled down over him, clamping her thighs around his head, forcing him to look up at her dripping wet pussy.

 

“Say it,” she purred, looking back at him from between her hanging breasts. “Tell me how much you want me.”

 

Sora stared up at her with empty eyes and an expression of utter awe, and then the fire returned. He grabbed her thighs with his hands, wrapped his legs around her neck and rolled, pinning her down under his body, his hard shaft in her face.

 

“No,” Sora growled. “Let me show you.”

 

He bent down; slowly licking her slit from end to end, the tip of his tongue just parting her outer lips. Jasmine panted, breathing heavily and slowly, moaning as Sora's lips found the tiny, hard button of her clit. His shaft slipped into her open mouth and thrust so far in that she nearly began to gag. Sora grinned to himself and sucked harder on her clit, flicking it with his tongue and nibbling it tenderly even as he spread her lips open and rammed three fingers into her deep wetness.

 

Jasmine pulled her mouth away and caught her breath, then returned to sucking Sora's engorged cock, reaching around to grab his ass with both hands and slid his hips up and down, working his shaft in and out of her mouth. Sora groaned in approval, and started moving his hips faster, his head going deeper and deeper into her mouth. He leaned back down again and returned to her pussy, his tongue questing deep inside her opening, exploring her inner walls as his slight, rounded chin brushed over and over against her clit. He wrapped a hand around her inner thigh and slid a finger all the way in, then traced it down between her thighs to her tiny asshole, running it around the entrance in tiny, shrinking circles, shocking Jasmine so hard she nearly bit down on him.

 

“Careful… Jasmine,” he panted, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

 

“Ah…” she moaned, letting Sora's shaft slip out of her mouth. “Sorry… I can't… ahh… can't… aaaah… can't help…”

 

Her voice broke down into a series of fast gasps and she clutched Sora's body to hers, taking him back into her mouth, her tongue and her lips working, massaging her shaft as Sora did the same to her, his tongue thrusting and probing inside of her. They were close. So close. Each of them could feel it in the other's body, the tensing of the muscles, the sheen of sweat, the smell… it was just a matter of who would go first. But, potion or no potion, experience or no experience, Sora was still a 14-year-old boy in the arms of a woman. With a final groan, his resolve burst and he shot his seed into her mouth an instant before Jasmine herself exploded into his face. He fell limp and rolled off of her, lying by her side on the bed.

 

“Wow…” Jasmine gasped, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair. “If all princes are like you, I've been… hmm?”

 

She pushed Sora's shoulder. He was already fast asleep.

 

“Ohh…” she moaned. “You can't just… leave me…hanging…”

 

In an instant, she too was fast asleep.

 

***

 

“Uhh? Mmm…” it was about an hour later that Sora reluctantly woke up. “Where'sa bathroom innis place?” He pulled himself off Jasmine's bed and groggily walked towards the nearest source of light. This just happened to be the balcony. Fortunately, he only landed on his head.

 

***

 

“Gawrsh, Sora, I didn't know you were a sleepwalker,”

 

“Neither did I, but I just woke up this morning in the palace gardens,” he said, leaving out certain details about his state of dress. “And I had this really vivid dream about the princess.”

 

“Wowie,” said Goofy. “I wonder what it means.”

 

“It's probably nothing,” said Donald. “Come on, we've got to find that keyhole.”

 

***

 

There was a knock at the door.

 

“Princess Jasmine?” The knock came again, but louder. “Princess Jasmine!”

 

The door was flung open, and Jafar and his guards got an eyeful of an angry, exhausted and, most prominently, entirely naked Princess Jasmine. “WHAT? What do you need so badly?”

 

“We heard… noises in the night,” said Jafar. “Is everything… ah…”

 

Jasmine followed his gaze downwards and slammed the door, returning seconds later wearing a turquoise robe and a bright red face.

 

“What… what do you want?” she said sheepishly.

 

“Is there… somebody else in here?” Jafar had just the barest hint of a smile on his face. Jasmine was not amused.

 

“I do not wish to stand for your implications,” she said, opening the doors widely, revealing the empty room. “But you may look for yourself.”

 

“I… I do not understand this,” whispered Jafar, as the Guards looked through the room.

 

“Um…” said Iago, looking at the potion bottle through a pair of bird-sized glasses. “…there's kind of a label on here… `Nocturnal Fantasies: He who drinks this potion shall fall under the lover's spell, but…' …uh-oh.”

 

“…Iago?”

 

“It kinda… kinda fades out after that… I can't really read any more and - AWK!”

 

“'…but will remember them only as dreams?' this is worthless! Iago!”

 

“Ah heh heh… honest mistake?”

 

“…well enough,” said Jafar, suddenly calm. “We will merely have to do things… the old fashioned way.”

 

Dun… dun… DUNNN…

 

The End …?