Olympus Coliseum

We make it to the next world. Landing our ship next to a building on the outskirts of a small city with two gold statues outside clashing swords. Walking into the building we see a short goat man standing on a small pillar adjusting a sign. He addresses me without without turning around. “Good timing. Give me a hand, will ya? Move that pedestal over there for me. I gotta spruce this place up for the games.” I wasn’t sure why this goat man wanted me to help him when I hadn’t even introduced myself but I didn’t have any reason not to. I position myself behind the pedestal and push with all my might but it doesn’t budge. “Hey, this thing’s too heavy.”

“What? Too heavy? When did you become such a-” He turns around and finally notices us. “Oh, wrong guy. What are you doing here? This here’s the world famous Olympus Coliseum, heroes only! I got my hands full preparing for the games. So run along pip-squeaks.” He’s looking at Donald in particular, can’t blame him there.

Donald must feel the need to defend himself because he quacks up. “You got heroes standing right in front of you.” Goofy motions to me. “Yup. He’s a real hero, chosen by the Keyblade!”

“Heroes? You guys?” He starts cackling, sounding more like a hyena then a goat or a man. Now I felt the need to defend myself. “No, for real though. I’ve fought a bunch of monsters.”

“If you can’t even move this…” He comes over to push the pedestal, unsuccessfully moving it. “...you can’t call yourself…” We continue to wait for something to happen. “...a hero.” He gives up, obviously exhausted. “Ok, so it takes more than brawn. Fuck it, let’s see what you can do.”

The goat man sets up a couple rigorous training exercises for us, which I think we did pretty well at. He confirms my thoughts “You know, you ain’t half bad, kid.”

“I get to participate in the games then?”

“Afraid not.”

“Why!?”

“Two words: You guys ain’t heroes.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

He isn’t budging so we leave the Coliseum. I’m actually a little upset. “Rather stubborn old goat, wouldn’t you say?” I turn toward the voice and I see a blue man with blue fire for hair. These people I’m meeting are just getting weirder. “Who are you?” Donald asks pointing his finger.

“Whoa, hold on there my feathered friend. Let me guess, you want to enter the games, right? Well hey, get a load of this.” A ticket appears in his hand and he gives it to me. “You’re really giving me this?” I ask. He starts walking away. “It’s all yours. Have fun and remember you didn’t get it from me.” We go back into the Coliseum and hand the goat man our ticket. “How’d you get this?”

“It fell off the back of a truck.” He looks confused before finally giving in and letting us participate in the games. Most of the participants are various squads of Heartless, which is weird. Why would Heartless wait until they’re allowed to maim people and not just, you know, maim indiscriminately? Whatever, after a couple matches the goat man, (Why hasn’t he even introduced himself yet?) starts coaching us and telling us about his other student, Hercules.

While he rambles another man walks by us. He’s tall, has spiky blond hair, and wears purple/blue sleeveless sweater and baggy pants. We exchange glances as he walks by, a very intense expression on his face. I hate to admit it but he’s pretty intimidating.

We win a few more rounds of the tournament and reached the final match. It’s against the blond haired man from before but this time he has a huge sword with him. It was another tough fight. He kept zooming around the arena, making it hard to hit him. Spontaneously we’re interrupted by a massive three headed dog that seems to come out of nowhere. As quickly as the dog appeared was an orange haired man fending it off.

“Herc!”

“Phil, get them out of here!”

The goat man, now I know his name is Phil, leads us out of the arena and back into the lobby. He’s pacing around clearly worried about the other man who I assume is Hercules. I can’t keep waiting around either and run back into the arena. Upon entering we can see Hercules carrying the blond man over his shoulder, the 3 headed dog ready to pounce any second. I’m able to distract the dog, allowing Hercules retreat into the lobby. Phil gives me some words of encouragement.

“Kid, I got two words of advice for you: Attack!” I do so, and after a grueling battle have the monster defeated in minutes.

We return to the lobby after everything has settled down and Phil gathers us to announce our herodom.

“Thus I hereby dub thee junior heros.”

Donald cuts him off. “Hey! What do you mean junior heros?”

“You rookies still don’t understand what it takes to be a true hero.”

“So what does it take?” Goofy asks. Hercules answers. “Well, that’s something you’ll have to find out yourselves. Just the way I did.” That kinda sounds like bullshit but there is a logic to it. I just have no idea what that logic is.

“Well, we should get going, right Donald?” He nods in agreement.

We leave the Coliseum and are met by a woman with auburn hair in a high ponytail and a long dress with a very low cut. “Hey, my name is Megara. Nice to meet you.” She extends her hand, I shake it. “Hi Meg, nice to meet someone from around here that actually introduces themself. My names Sora, this is Donald and Goofy.”

“Charming I’m sure. Sora, I was wondering if I could talk to you in private.” Donald gives me a suspicious look but I tell him I’ll be ok and that he and Goofy should wait for me. She begins walking toward the nearby city and I follow. “I saw you in the tournament, you were pretty good out there.”

“Thanks, I’ve had some experience.”

“I’m sure you have.”

Walking through the city we come to a small house. She unlocks the the door and walks in. “You can come in, you know.” I think I know where this is going. The house is sparsely decorated. Meg walks down a small hall and opens the door on her right. “This way.” Entering the room I see it’s a bedroom, just as sparse as the rest of the house. Meg locks her arms around my neck and begins kissing me. I return the kiss halfheartedly, she notices. “What’s wrong, don’t you want this?”

“No it’s not that, I just-” My thoughts drift to Kairi again. “Wouldn’t you rather, you know, be with someone like Hercules? He’s a true hero.” She thinks for a moment. “Maybe, but a wonderboy like that is kinda plain. You’re much more...exotic. You know what I mean?”

I don’t get it but I resign myself to my fate, resuming the kiss. I walk her back toward the bed until we collapse on it. I pull down the straps of her dress revealing her large full breasts. I bring my mouth to her right breast, sucking and biting it lightly, my fingers rubbing and pinching the other. Her nipples harden under my ****. Her moans are music to my ears. She pushes me off of her and gets on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Using one hand she tries pulling up the bottom half of her skirt but fails. I chuckle and help her. She isn’t wearing any underwear, her pussy wet with arousal.

“Come give me what I need.” Meg wiggles her ass at me. I let my pants fall to the floor and rub my cock against her ass before thrusting into her wet pussy, sliding in and out like a piston. Her ass jiggles as our hips collide. I suddenly get urge to smack it and I do, causing Meg to moan louder. I continue smacking her ass, her moans encouraging me to fuck her hard and fast.

She can’t take anymore and she trembles in orgasm. Her pussy feels so good I don’t want to stop. I have to as I feel myself about to cum and thrust myself deep inside her, exploding in pleasure. I back away from the bed and lean against the wall, taking a minute to bask in the afterglow. Meg lies on her side watching me. “Did you like it?” I nod my head.

“Very much.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“I should get going, my friends are waiting for me.” I say putting my pants back on.

“That’s too bad. Don’t be a stranger, Loverboy.” I nod again and leave.

Walking back to the ship I see the blond man from the tournament sitting on the stairs leading to the coliseum. I approach him and ask “Hey, are you alright?” He looks up at me and responds “Yeah.”

“Were you working with the blue guy? I don’t think he’s well liked around here. Not that I would know anything about that.” He looks back down at the ground.

“I’m looking for someone. Hades promised to help. I tried exploiting the power of darkness, but it backfired.” He stands up looking at the sky. “I fell into darkness and couldn’t find the light.” He turns his gaze back to me.

“I’m not sure what you mean but I know you’ll find them. I’m looking for someone too.”

“For your light?” Then it hit me, I think I know what he’s talking about. “Yeah, that’s a pretty good metaphor.” Now I’m the one looking at the ground, hating myself.

“Don’t lose sight of it.” He finishes, walking back toward the coliseum. I’ve been trying not to but the “darkness” is tempting. Sighing I **** a smile and return to the ship. Donald in particular is furious with me but I tell him there are some things you just can’t hurry. As we take off Goofy mentions that he feels like we’re forgetting something but nobody can think of what it may be so we continue our journey.