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A Dance To Forget	By : Yumberduddle Category: Kingdom Hearts > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 6812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Dance To Forget
- 1
They were finally back in Hollow Bastion. Finally back home.
Oh, there were hard times ahead, to be sure. Leon and his group had only just brought all the former residents of Hollow Bastion that had been living in Traverse Town back, now that the wielder of the Keyblade had made the world habitable again. The areas of the castle and town would have to be carefully inspected, analyzed, and then either destroyed or salvaged for rebuilding. After years of vacancy besides a small group of evil-doers, there was lots of maintenance needed for the town. But for now, it was time for celebration.
A party had been organized for the returning citizens of Hollow Bastion, by Leon's crew, the seven princesses who had been stranded in the castle after being rescued by the Keyblade master, and several of the Keyblade master's battle allies--Aladdin's Genie, Mushu the dragon, and Peter Pan's fairy Tinkerbell. These latter three and the princesses had volunteered to help get everyone settled in Hollow Bastion before returning to their own worlds.
The party was in full swing right now. People danced, ate, talked, and relaxed, happy to be home. Sweet, slow music played throughout the room. It wasn't a wild, crazy party, but a more quiet, relieved one of gratitude rather than pure festivity. Yuna appreciated that as she sat in one of the many chairs lined up on the side of the room. A former (and now, once again) resident of Hollow Bastion, Yuna much preferred calm and quiet things to excitement and action. She always let Leon and his friends handle that sort of thing, and made her contributions to their cause through healing and other supporting tasks. Unfortunately, working in the background at all times did have one drawback: very few of her fellow Hollow Bastion residents knew her as anything more than a random face in the crowd, and so, she was here, and had been since nearly the beginning of the party, sitting on the sidelines and hoping that someone would sooner or later come to offer to dance with her. And becoming more and more disappointed as this continued not to happen.
Yuna was about to give up and just quietly leave and go home when she finally heard a voice to her side say, "Hello there. What's your name, Miss?" Yuna looked up, and was surprised to see that it was Princess Belle that was addressing her. Trying to be mindful of her manners, she stood and bowed to her.
"My name is Yuna, Princess Belle," she responded quietly and timidly.
"No need for formalities; just call me Belle," the beauty responded, smiling. "I couldn't help but notice that you're not out dancing and having a good time, Miss Yuna. We can't have that; this is a party, after all! Would you like to come out to the dance floor with me?"
"I...um...yes, thank you," Yuna murmured, shy but appreciative. Princess Belle was just as kind and lovely as the rumors had led her to believe.
Belle offered a gloved hand to Yuna, and Yuna took it and rose. Strange...Belle's gloves shimmered and sparkled, and Yuna had assumed it was simply the fabric they were made from, but when she took Belle's hand in her own, much of it rubbed off onto her palm and fingers. Apparently, it was just glittery dust put on the gloves, not an actual part of them. Yuna also noticed as Belle led her to the dance floor that, oddly enough, the dust rubbed off of Belle's gloves onto Yuna's hand very easily, but it clung fairly persistently to her skin. That was okay, though. It really wasn't important, and anyway, it felt vaguely good, in a strange way...almost like a distant, pleasant itch that was too minor and nice to scratch away.
"Let's dance, Princess," Belle said, drawing Yuna closer to herself and joining in with the song's rhythm. Yuna wondered for a moment why Belle had called her that, but then dismissed it as just the girl being nice and complimenting her. Besides, Yuna had much more to concentrate on, namely, keeping up with Belle's fluid and skillful steps. Besides just that, Yuna's attention was also being taken up a bit by that pleasant glittery dust clinging to her hands. As nice as it felt, the little tingling sensation was more distracting than she'd first thought it would be. And the way Belle was dancing with her, Belle's gloved hands would occasionally be sliding higher than just her hands, over her wrists and even a few inches further, which left a trail of the same glittery, pleasantly itchy dust on more of Yuna's skin, which of course just made the distraction a little worse each time as the feeling was spread. It didn't help that the tempo of the song playing increased just a little now, so Yuna had to devote more attention to keeping up with Belle's steps while trying to ignore that wonderfully itchy distraction. The dance required that they get much closer now, as well.
Belle was wearing a strange dress in that the front of it ended just barely below her thighs, while the back continued down like a regular dress would. Yuna could see that Belle's black nylons, which came up to just about where the dress cut off, were covered with the same sparkly dust that was on her gloves. She barely had a moment to prepare herself before Belle moved closer, touching her nylons against Yuna's legs, which were partly exposed by the frontwards slits in her dress. As with Belle's gloves, the nylons rubbed quite a bit of the sparkly dust off onto Yuna's skin.
Yuna was having some real trouble maintaining her concentration on the dance, now. The pleasant itch from the dust on her arms wasn't getting any better, and now she had to deal with the same feeling on her legs. She was trying not to interrupt the dance's flow to scratch at it, but goodness, it was hard!
"Is there anything wrong, Princess?" Belle asked, noticing her partner's agitation.
"N-No, nothing," Yuna said. Why did Belle call her princess again? That was just strange now. And what was this dust, anyways, why did it feel so good but so distracting? Yuna was starting to feel more and more confused, particularly when the beat of the song increased again. Her mind felt like it was being pulled three different places at once, while still not quite done wondering about the whole "princess" thing.
(That's what you are. A Princess!), a tiny voice seemed to whisper in her right ear.
Yuna frowned and turned her head right, to try to see who was talking to her, but no one was there. All that was there was a little bit of that golden, glittery dust, slowly drifting down to the ground. Now that was strange...Yuna could have sworn she'd heard someone talking to her. And where had the dust come from? It had to be the same stuff that was on Belle's clothes. Oh well. Not important. She turned her head back to Belle, but not before inhaling a bit of the sparkly dust in the air. For a moment, she was worried that the little bit of the dust that she'd inhaled would make her cough and wheeze, since it was kind of itchy against her skin, but that turned out not to be the case. She didn't seem to notice any difference, other than that she suddenly felt a tiny bit more comfortable. Happy, in an odd way. Almost...drowsy. Yes, definitely a little drowsy. Which certainly wasn't helping her out. Between the distraction of that pleasant itch on her arms and legs, and the drowsy, nice feeling she had now, Yuna's concentration and balance were too thrown off for a moment, and she made the next step of the dance wrong. She tripped a bit and almost fell, but for Belle's catching and steadying her.
"Are you feeling okay, Princess?" Belle asked with concern.
"Y-Yes, I'm fine," Yuna replied automatically. She was having more trouble focusing now, for Belle had touched her shoulders and upper arms when she had caught Yuna, and left more of the dust there to tingle pleasantly. And...did Belle just call her a princess again? Why did she keep saying that?
(That's right, you're a princess. Such a pretty, demure little princess), came that tiny whisper again, this time from her left.
Yuna turned her head sharply, trying this time to catch whoever was whispering to her, but again saw nothing but drifting, glittery dust to her side. Who was talking to her? It had to be someone playing tricks on her. Right? That...couldn't be her own inner voice, could it? That didn't make any sense. But then, why would anyone else be saying it to her, and how could they vanish so suddenly? That didn't make sense, either. And all the time Yuna was trying to sort through her thoughts, she was dancing, and her skin was tingling wonderfully in different places, and she inhaled a little more of that happy, relaxing dust left in the air. The drowsy, good feeling within her spread with the new breaths, reaching from her head to her toe, relaxing her. It was very nice...and it made all the questions she was thinking of seem so much less important, which was also nice. She should really stop trying to think so much, and just dance with Belle. It was very nice of Belle to do this for her and keep her from being lonely. She shouldn't be wasting that kindness with silly questions over something that probably wasn't that important.
They danced for a few more minutes, and Yuna became more and more relaxed as she did so. She was keeping up with the rhythm's steps just on reflex alone now, so relaxed was she.
"Are you enjoying yourself, princess?" Belle asked her. Relaxed though she was, Yuna still did wonder a little about Belle calling her that.
"Yes...but...princess? Me?" she murmured.
"Yes, of course, Yuna...you're one of the Princesses of Heart, just like me," Belle said slowly and soothingly to her.
(A pretty princess of a fairytale land. That's what you are), came that voice again. Yuna's relaxed and hazy mind decided that it must have been her own inner thoughts. After all, she and Belle were the only two there.
"Did you forget that?" Belle asked gently.
(Yes, you just forgot that you're really a princess, Yuna), Yuna heard.
"Yes," she murmured a slow answer. "Yes, I...I suppose I forgot..." What a silly thing to forget! But now things made so much more sense, like why a princess would want to dance with her, or would call her Princess, why her own mental voice kept insisting that she was one...
"Don't worry about it," Belle said kindly. "Maleficent's spell must have still had a hold on you."
(She cast a spell on you to confuse you, and make you think you were someone else. That must be it), Yuna heard.
"That must be it," she repeated.
"Just relax to my touch, Princess Yuna," Belle told her soothingly, "and I'm sure it will all come back to you." And then Belle moved right up against her. She slowly rubbed her legs against Yuna's all over, spreading that lovely dust from before all over the girl. She brought her gloved hands up to sensuously caress Yuna's neck, her jaw, her cheeks, her lips...Yuna licked her lips and tasted the dust left on them, a tingle melting delightfully over her tongue as she did. Then Belle brought up a small pile of the dust in her hand's palm. She gently blew it into Yuna's face. Yuna inhaled it deeply, and all conscious thought was lost to her. As she stood with her mind in total relaxed limbo, the voice from before began to tell her all about herself and the life she had never lived. She had been a cherished princess, it told her, of a distant land, until Maleficent had kidnapped her with the other Princesses of Heart. She was and always had been a perfect lady. The thing she always wanted most in her life was to find a heroic person to save her and keep her safe, but she'd never found anyone to fulfill her dream, since she was only interested in girls, and there weren't many of them dashing around doing princely deeds like that. But she'd taken a vow early on that if she ever found the right heroine, that she would love, cherish, and obey her for the rest of her life.
"Well, Yuna? Do you remember who you're supposed to be now?" Belle asked, breaking Yuna out of her trance.
"Y-Yes...yes, I do. I'm sorry to have worried you, Belle," Yuna, now Princess Yuna, replied. She curtsied like the proper lady she now was sure she was.
(Very good, pretty princess), came that voice again, this time from the left.
"I'm glad to hear it," Belle said. "It would have been tragic if you'd lost yourself...especially after all the work the Keyblade Master, Sora, and all his heroic friends went through to free us princesses..."
"Yes...tragic," Yuna agreed. She certainly did think it would have been tragic not to remember being a princess like this, but at this point, her mind was still so fuzzy and melty from all that continuing nice itching that she would happily agree to anything Belle said without questioning it.
Belle stopped swaying to the music then, and looked Yuna straight in the eye. Her friendly but firm gaze penetrated a little of Yuna's mind's fog, and helped her concentrate a little. "Princess Yuna, one of Sora's allies is upstairs. Like all the rest, she fought long and hard against exceptionally dangerous odds to aid him, and save we princesses. She's seen you, and has been impressed with your beauty and grace. She would like to meet with you."
(That's wonderful. It's just what you want, isn't it?) said that voice again, although it was barely a question at all, more of a command.
"I would love to meet her," Yuna answered. The little voice seemed to laugh delightedly for a moment, then the laughter grew distant, as though it were going somewhere else, until Yuna couldn't hear it any more. This was a little worrisome to her, since without that voice in her mind, it was hard to know what to think, but she felt too good right now to be distressed.
Belle smiled. "Follow me."

It would be untruthful to say that Belle didn't feel guilty about this. She didn't know what kind of person Yuna was...or rather, what kind of person she had been, for after tonight, she certainly wouldn't be the Yuna she had been before. But whoever Yuna had been, she must have had her own dreams, her own plans for the future, and a life of her own, that would all be gone now. And Belle was partly responsible for it. But she owed each and every one of Sora's allies her life, and the lives of all those that she knew and held dear. So when Tinkerbell had approached her earlier this evening with her request, Belle was honor bound to follow Tinkerbell's instructions. Tinkerbell would use her fairy dust in a new way, to help dull Yuna's mind and make her open to the suggestions Belle would give her, making her into a polite, confused little princess for Tinkerbell to take as her own. Tinkerbell herself would help by flying just out of Yuna's vision and whisper suggestions into her ears. Although Belle had worried a few times when Yuna turned her head that Tinkerbell would be caught in the act, she hadn't been, and it had all worked out as planned.
Why take Yuna? Belle didn't know. But she suspected that it was more or less the way she'd told Yuna: she'd just been a pretty face that had caught the fairy's eye.
"She's in here," Belle told Yuna as they came before a certain door on the second floor, above the party.
"Thank you," Yuna said, looking excited but nervous. In her addled mind, this was the opportunity that she'd waited her whole life for.
"Good luck, Princess Yuna. I hope you find happiness," Belle told her with genuine sincerity.
"Thank you. I think...I think I'm going to," Yuna said, and her face said to Belle that she meant it. Belle's conscience eased its worrying a little. Regardless of what hypnotic means had been employed to get it there, the expression on Yuna's face was one of happiness. The door was opened, and Yuna went inside.

Yuna stepped into the well-lit room. It was nothing special to look at, just an average bedroom. But what was IN it was everything was everything she'd been waiting for, for at the room's center fluttered a small little fairy in a green dress.
"You're...Tinkerbell?" Yuna asked. She did a proper curtsy and lowered her head respectfully. But she couldn't keep herself from taking a quick peek at the fairy before her. Even though she was small, Yuna could easily tell that Tinkerbell was very beautiful. Her golden hair seemed to glow brighter than the candlelight in the room. She was slim and dainty, even considering her size. Her eyes were playful and alluring, while at the same time having a commanding presence unaffected by her size. She was lovely, and somehow Yuna was convinced that this was the girl she'd always been waiting for.
"Yes, I am," Tinkerbell replied in a small voice that almost seemed to jingle like a tiny bell. Yuna was struck for a moment by how Tinkerbell's voice sounded exactly like the voice from earlier, the one that Yuna had thought must be her own inner voice. But Yuna still felt happily hazy from before, so the only thing this observation did was to make her feel even more like it was a good idea to do anything that Tinkerbell said.
"And you're Princess Yuna," Tinkerbell continued, flying over to be closer. She flew above Yuna and started to shake herself wildly. Yuna watched as golden dust drifted down from the sexy little fairy and into the air around her, and also onto her face.
"Breathe deep, my pretty little princess, breathe deep," Tinkerbell cooed. "Lose yourself to me as you breeeathe..."
Yuna did as she was told, and inhaled deeply. Trace amounts of the fairy dust before had made her mind so lazily happy and foggy that Belle had been able to make the suggestions that had led her to this moment. Now, with a full breath of it, her mind was completely overcome with it. She was totally lost in a private daze. Her world consisted of nothing but a personal bliss of glittery fairy dust. Her brain was enveloped by the unique scent of it. She opened her mouth and let some of the fine dust float down onto her tongue, and she reveled at the taste of it. It was strong yet nice, like cinnamon or nutmeg, but as different from those two in flavor as they were from each other.
"Now listen, and take note, my pretty princess," Tinkerbell said, still sprinkling her mind-altering dust onto Yuna. "You are now mine, mine forever, aren't you?"
"I'm...yours forever," Yuna agreed, unable to even consider disagreeing.
"Your greatest joy in life is to love me, to please me, to serve me in any way I ask of you," Tinkerbell continued.
"I...live for you," Yuna affirmed.
"Good. And now," Tinkerbell said, slipping off her little green dress, "It's time for you to prove your devotion to me. Pleasure me, my little princess."
Yuna wanted nothing more, but she was at a loss for how she was to do it. Even if her mind hadn't been muddled, it still would have been a daunting task. Anything she could think of might hurt her wonderful fairy owner, just from the size involved. Tinkerbell could see both Yuna's eagerness to obey, and her confusion on how to do so.
"Stick out your tongue, my sweet princess," Tinkerbell commanded in her little voice. Yuna immediately obeyed her mistress's order without question. It was not her place to understand, only to obey.
Tinkerbell lowered herself in the air until she was right in front of Yuna's face. She hovered forward and gently eased herself down so that she sat on Yuna's tongue's tip. She spread her small legs (which were actually very sexily long, relative to her size) and leaned forward. She began to drag herself back and forth, slowly at first, grinding her tiny pussy against Yuna's eager tongue. Yuna's taste buds made it a delightfully rough ride, with the pleasurable moisture coating the surface providing all the friction Tinkerbell could need. Even so, Yuna desperately wanted to do something special for her beloved new owner. So, once she sensed that Tinkerbell was near to cumming, Yuna began to very gently hum the same tune as she and Belle had danced to downstairs. The very slight vibrations were huge to Tinkerbell, and sent the fairy screaming into a huge orgasm.
Yuna let Tinkerbell ride her tongue through her release, and she savored the very slight taste of Tinkerbell's love juices. Tinkerbell gathered her wits about her and flew up off Yuna's tongue. She'd definitely made the right choice when she chose to make Yuna her love slave. She was the perfect mix of gentleness and innocence, with a natural skill for love-making, just perfect for a lady of Tinkerbell's small proportions. And now, she was going to be rewarded for her services.
Tinkerbell had Yuna disrobe, and settled herself down to hover over Yuna's now very wet cunt. Yuna was in for a treat tonight: few sexual pleasures for a woman could match a skilled fairy's tiny limbs, body, and mouth all working their magic on her pleasure center!
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