The next morning...
I yawned and sat up, stretching my hands above my head. The room seemed somewhat brighter then usual. Once my eyes adjusted, I heard a soft content humming and saw Jafar, curled up next to me smiling happily in his sleep.
I yelped and pulled the covers over my naked body. At first, I wanted to scream but slowly everything came back to me. I let out a long slow breath and sighed happily before laying back. "That was..." I whispered, trying to find the right words, "so...so..." "Amazing?" I turned my head to see him looking at me through lowered lashes. I smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on his head. "Yeah." I said happily. I sat up and slipped out of bed, not worrying about the fact that I was naked. I found my dress crumbled up in one corner of the room next to Jafar's robe, I smiled as I picked it up, recalling last night.
"We really did it didn't we?" I asked as I pulled my panty's back on. "We sure did." He replied with a smile in his voice. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye, he lounged casually against the sheet, his eyes watching my every move. I let out a slightly deflated laugh. "What?" He said, I laughed again and walked over to where he lay.
"You." I said, weaving my fingers through his hair. "I've known you my whole life and yet..." my hand rested on his cheek, "I've never seen you so happy." This came out in a breath-taken whisper. I pulled my hand away realizing something.
"Maleficent." I said, biting my knuckles. "Oh man..." I lowered my hand, "she's not gonna like this." "She's not even going to mind." I looked up at Jafar, perplexed. "What do you mean?" I asked, he smiled. "You'll see," he said, "now hurry up, Aurora's gonna to be worried."
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I ran quickly up the stairs and burst into the room, gasping. But I found to my own surprise, she wasn't there, confused I sat down by the window to wait. I didn't have to wait long.
Almost immediately, the door flew open and Aurora burst in, when she saw me her eyes went wide, and when I looked her over, my eyes went wide too. Aurora was a mess; her usually neat blonde hair was messy as if someone had run their fingers through it many times, her dress was slightly loose on her and torn at certain places as if someone had wrestled it off her body, and in the crook of her neck, hidden by a lock of hair, was a large hickey. She looked like she had been pleasured, the real question was, by who?
"Aurora, what happened to you?" She stood up a little straighter. "I could ask you the same question." I looked her over again, the wheels in my head whirling. Then all of a sudden, the answer hit me and a smile crept to my lips. "It was Maleficent, wasn't it?" Aurora's cheeks went dark pink, she nervously shut the door behind her and sat down next to me. "You're not going to tell anyone are you?" "Of course not," I took ahold of her hand, "as long as you tell me what happened." She looked at me, let out a breath, and began.
"As you remember, I went off to go say hello to Maleficent at the party. When I got there, Gaston had walked over and was flirting with her but she obviously wasn't interested, but it didn't seem she had the courage to tell him. Either that, or she already had and he wasn't listening. Anyway, I walked over and said plain and simple: 'Gaston, maybe you should go somewhere else.' He looked at me, and laughed. I lowered my head shamefully but as I did, Maleficent reached up and pinched his ear. 'You heard her,' she said, 'go away.' Gaston nodded and walked off.
"Once he left, Maleficent turned to look at me with a twinkle in her eye and a smile that made me melt. 'What do you say we get out of here?' She said. 'I want to talk to you in private.' I hesitated, then nodded slightly. She took ahold of my hand and led me away from the party. After some time of walking, we sat out on one of the grassy hills, looking up at the stars. I felt so relaxed that I leaned my head against Maleficent's shoulder. And do you know what she did? She took ahold of my face and kissed me. It was surprising but certainly not unpleasant, I let myself go almost instantly into a puddle of bliss. I don't quite remember what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, she had teleported us to her bedroom where she practically ripped my dress off and fucked me. This morning when I woke up, she was already dressed and when she told me she loved, loves, me, I found I did too."
When she finished her story, my jaw was hanging open and my eyes were huge. "I had heard about lesbian relationships before," Aurora said, fiddling with her fingers, "but I never thought I'd experience one." She looked at me, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But what about you Mrs. Jafar?" I blushed and she laughed a little. "I knew without a doubt something would happen between the two of you. How did last night go for you?" I sighed and lay back onto the bed. "Absolutely wonderful." Aurora sat next to me with a calm smile. "We're never going to love our Princes ever again are we?" I let out a deflated laugh. "Never."
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After washing up and slipping into some new clothes, Aurora and I snuck down the hall and stood at the door, listening to the heated conversation Jafar and Maleficent were having in the throne room.
"I can't believe you tossed me aside for that sandy old hag." Maleficent said. Jafar clenched his fists. "That 'sandy old hag' has a name, and for the record, I know perfectly well you cheated on me too." Maleficent froze and turned around slowly. "And I don't judge you." He continued. "Maleficent...you and I both knew this wasn't going to turn out good, so why the heck did we try? (sigh) We both deserve to be happy, but you don't want to accept that. Why don't you do us both a favor and call quits? You want to be with Aurora don't you?"
Maleficent didn't move, not even so much as a muscle twitched. Then she fell to the ground, sobbing. Aurora rushed out and cradled her new sweetheart. I stepped out slowly from the shadows, Jafar looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back.
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The Disney Princess Club
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