Old Aladdin Stories
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apachefirecatAladdin's Choices, posted 5-25-10, rated R/M
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine, Aladdin/Genie, Aladdin/Abu, Aladdin/Carpet
(Yup, it's crack again akin to that Addams Family mess I used to write!)
Genie makes his move, Abu spills his secret, Carpet has his own agenda, and Aladdin's caught in the middle of it all!
"You definitely aren't one of my three wishes," Aladdin told the blue man before him.
Genie pressed a hand to his massive chest as he proclaimed, "Al, you cut me to the quick!" He danced before him, shaking his bare pelvic and rising groin to the loud and raucous music that seemed to come out of nowhere and everywhere at once. "Come on!" he told him. "I can be anything you want!"
Then his body began to transform before Aladdin's very wide eyes. His whole body rippled with flexing muscles as he announced in a ? accent, "I can be your very own Gladiator. Or perhaps something more foreign would entice?" As he spoke the question, his body swiftly changed into that of first a fine French aristocrat and then a Spanish troubadour. "Ole! Ole!" he cried, changing again into a bullfighter and waving a red cape at Aladdin.
"Genie, really, I - "
Genie snapped his fingers. "I know what the problem is." He put his hands underneath his bearded chin, lacing his fingers together, and fluttered his suddenly thickened eyelashes at Aladdin. "You prefer the feminine!" His chest transformed before Aladdin's eyes. Two large breasts nearly poked him in the face as Genie's body became that of a woman's with curves in all the right places.
"I can be a blonde or a brunette, or maybe you like redheads?" As he spoke, his long, curvy hair quickly changed colors. "Or maybe you're one of those weird guys who doesn't like any hair at all?" He went bald, and then - poof! - his hair was once more long and as black as a starlight night sky in Agraba.
"I can be from France . . . " He donned the body of a French maid and dusted Aladdin's nose with a feather duster the boy had never seen before. " . . . or Sweden . . . " His very voice changed again as his body became covered in a strange armor, and his long, black hair turned into blonde pigtails. Blue eyes now flirted with Aladdin. " . . . or a Princess . . . " A glittering dress flowed out from him, and blonde hair spilled down his slender shoulders.
His eyes bulged. "That's it!" he announced with another snap of his fingers. "That's exactly what you need!" Once more he transformed. This time, before Aladdin's startled eyes, he became the very image of the lady who had captured his heart, Jasmine. Everything about him was the very same as her except for his blue skin.
"Hum . . . Genie . . . " Aladdin tried again, swallowing hard.
Genie ran a silk scarf over his shoulders, down breasts he was not supposed to have, and over Aladdin's face. Jasmine's eyes flirted with Aladdin as Genie moved against his body. "Come on, Al," he whispered huskily, "it's okay. You know you want me."
Aladdin's throat was as dry as though he'd crawled through the Sahara dessert for weeks on his hands and knees. His eyes were nearly as large as Genie's as he leaned, forgetting that the image before him was not the real Jasmine, into the touch of the scarf. Genie ran it more slowly over his face, and he leaned closer. Breasts rubbed against his chest. "I can be anything you want . . . any one . . . "
"Yes . . . " Was that his voice or Genie's? Aladdin no longer knew.
" . . . any Princess. I am your slave, Master; do with me what you will." He stepped closer, and Aladdin felt his fresh womanhood cradling the rising bulge in his trousers. He swallowed again, but it was no longer from nerves. His fears were gone, forgotten on the hot, night wind. Genie lowered his head, his mouth angling for Aladdin's . . .
Screeching erupted, and Aladdin and Genie hollered as they ducked the onslaught of bananas suddenly hitting their heads. "ABU!" Aladdin scolded at the monkey who seemed to have gone nuts.
Abu chattered angrily, shook his tiny fists at Genie, and threw an entire batch of bananas at him. Genie caught them deftly and shook them at him. Abu stuck out his tongue at him, turned around, lifted his tail, and showed Genie his furry behind. Genie tossed the bananas out of his way, ignored the irritating monkey, and turned his attention back to Aladdin. "Now," he whispered, angling once more for his mouth, "where were we . . . ?"
But Aladdin was no longer under his spell of desire. Instead he yawned in his very face! "I was going to bed," he whispered as though all that had happened between them had been only a very strange dream. He turned, walked the few feet to his mat, and laid down.
"A man as fine as you are should not have to sleep upon the floor!" Genie protested. He cracked his blue knuckles, pointed a finger at the mat, and zapped. It became a canopied waterbed big enough for five. "How's that, Master? You like that, don't you, Al?" But the only answer that greeted Genie's pointed ears was a snore. He sighed, his face falling, before turning deftly and catching the new batch of bananas that were winging their way toward his head.
Abu chattered angrily, his eyes glowering fiercely at the impudent Genie. "*HOW DARE YOU*", he screeched in monkey language, "*MOVE ON MY MAN LIKE THAT! IT'S BAD ENOUGH HE'S LOVESICK AFTER THAT PRINCESS! I WON'T SHARE HIM WITH THE LIKES OF YOU TOO!*"
Genie's fingers curled around the bananas' vine. "He's not your man," he hissed at Abu, his own eyes glowing like embers of fire, "and he's not hers either! He's his own man and will make his own choice!"
Inside the bed, Aladdin continued to feign sleep. He'd not let either know he was awake, and his swirling, aching mind pondered what he heard in lost puzzlement. Abu wanted him too? He'd never been more confused in his entire life! He laid with his brown eyes wide open and his body painfully tense.
Carpet snuck underneath Aladdin's bed. He trembled in anticipation for when the lad would fall asleep as he rubbed his tassels together, but alas, for Carpet, Aladdin never did dare to allow himself the luxury of falling asleep throughout the rest of the night!
The End
Arabian Heat, posted 9-29-11, rated R/M
Characters: Genie/Carpet, Aladdin/Jasmine
Al's not getting any relief from the Arabian heat tonight, and he can't believe where Genie's getting his relief!
Aladdin froze, his mouth falling wide open, as he entered the Royal Garden unannounced. He stared in shock from big, brown eyes that were widened larger than dinner plates. They were bigger even than they had been when he'd seen Genie for the first time. His tanned skin turned red, and still he could not speak.
"Al!" Genie scolded. "Didn't your Momma ever teach you any manners, boy? Don't you know how to knock?"
"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" shouted a hundred, tiny Genie replicas as they flew around in Aladdin's startled face, knocking their teeny fists against the empty, hot air.
"I'm sorry!" Aladdin blustered, finding his voice at last. His hands frantically covered his face as he fell back into the safety of the palace. "It's not like I wanted to see that!"
"Aladdin, what's wrong?" Jasmine asked, coming up behind him.
"Absolutely nothing. Everything's cool, Princess," Genie assured her, boldly walking in and pointedly not looking at Aladdin. "Carpet here was just giving me five, weren't you, rug man?" Carpet nodded from where he flew beside Genie. "But your Prince here does need to learn to knock."
Aladdin's eyes darted between Genie and Carpet. "He wasn't giving you five! He was giving you - "
Jasmine's dark eyes narrowed at her husband as Aladdin cut off abruptly. "What was Carpet giving Genie, Aladdin?"
Genie shrugged. "Genies have to get it somewhere," he mouthed to Aladdin.
Aladdin's words escaped him before he could stop them. "That doesn't mean he's got to have his tassels in you!"
"WHAT?" Jasmine shrieked as Rajah roared his agreeing revulsion. Jasmine fled to the chamber pot at the mere idea with Rajah hot on her slippered feet.
Genie grinned down at Aladdin. "You sound jealous."
"I'm not! Why would I be jealous of you having - having rug actions when I've got a beautiful Princess?"
Genie winked and sashayed his hips and smoky tail. "Ask yourself that, big boy. I'm going to relax." He wraggled his black eyebrows, fluttered his lashes, and then jumped on Carpet, who gave Aladdin his imitation of a raspberry before flying off with Genie.
Aladdin fumed and turned away to follow Jasmine. He had to find his Princess, calm her down, and get her to soothe his own Arabian heat. "Hmph," he muttered, his eyes rolling, even as the image of Genie and Carpet making love resurfaced in his mind. As though he'd be jealous of Genie! If any one, it was Carpet for whom he felt a twinge of jealousy, but that was nonsense! He was Prince Ali, and he had the loveliest Princess on his arm!
He wasn't jealous, Aladdin told himself again, as he walked into the chamber he shared with his beloved just in time to get drenched with her sickness. Aladdin sighed. He wasn't getting any relief from the heat tonight!
The End
Bottled Life, posted 11-11-08, rated K+/PG
Characters: Genie
A moment with Genie alone in his bottle.
It was always cramped in his bottle. The small room he had was far too small for Carpet to come in or even any other Genie to drop in. Genie sighed as he stretched out, as best he could, on his couch. He was dressed in only his bell bottom pants and a couple of his gold bands that day, and he ran a hand over his beard as he sighed. He reached for an incense stick and started puffing, knowing full well that only a snort of willow would work to calm his frenzied nerves from the day's adventuring.
The End
First Encounter, posted 7-18-06, rated G/K
Characters: Jasmine, Rajah
Just how did Jasmine come to have Rajah?
The Sultan paced back and forth before his royal throne. His head hung low as his hands wrung continuously behind his back. His heavy sigh seemed to echo through the quiet palace. What was he to do with her? How could he make her see just how much he did care for her?
There was the sound of a throat being cleared behind the Sultan, and he turned his head to see his adviser standing tall behind him. The taller man's dark eyes bore down at him with what the Sultan thought to be concern, and a parrot perched on top of the royal adviser's golden staff. "I came as soon as I sensed your troubles, Your Majesty," Jafar spoke with a frown. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Oh, Jafar," the Sultan said wearily. "What am I supposed to do? Jasmine wants me to pay sole attention to her, but I can't. I haven't the time to. I have a city of people to take care of!" He turned begging eyes up at his adviser as he pleaded, "Tell me. What can I do to make her see that I care for her?"
Jafar smiled reassuringly down at the short Sultan. "Your daughter loves you, Your Majesty, but when was the last time you took so time out of your dreadfully busy schedule to be with her? She knows you have many people to take care of, but she feels neglected. Why don't you just take the rest of the afternoon off and spend it with her? I can manage any business that can not wait until then." He paused before adding with an imploring look, "That is, of course, if you trust me to do so, Your Majesty? I would never meddle in your affairs unless you requested me to and would never step in to handle something that required your attention unless you either asked me to or it simply could not wait."
The parrot on Jafar's staff began to open his mouth at the same time as the Sultan's mouth opened to answer his adviser. Jafar wrapped two fingers around Iago's beak so swiftly that the Sultan did not even notice.
The Sultan beamed appreciatively up at Jafar. "You would do that for me?" he asked.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Jafar smiled slyly. "I would do whatever you requested of me; I am but your lowly servant."
The Sultan clapped his hands together in delight. "Oh goody! Jasmine will love this! Of course, it can only be this one time as I do have to take care of most of my affairs myself, but I can use the rest of today and tonight to make her see just how important she is to me! I wonder what she would like to do? What kind of games do children like?" The Sultan continued to babble merrily even as he raced off toward his daughter's bedroom as fast as his short legs could carry him.
Behind him, Jafar grinned wickedly. An evil fire seemed to dance in his dark eyes as he released Iago and rubbed his beard in thought. Finally, he had a chance to begin to take over!
The Sultan quickly arrived at his daughter's bedroom, but no answer met his ears no matter how many times his fist rapped against the wooden door. Finally having grown exasperated, he eventually called out, "Very well, Jasmine. I shall let myself in!" He tried the knob only to find it locked, but his special key easily opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the Sultan's brow knitted with worry. Where was she? "Jasmine?" he called again as he stepped through the door, turning slowly as his eyes darted over his new surroundings. When had his daughter's tastes changed so much? The Sultan's eyes froze when he spotted a piece of paper laying on Jasmine's pillow.
He hurried to her bed and snatched the paper up only to find her handwriting scrawled across the paper. His eyes darted over the note, and an icy fist gripped his heart in terror. Tears filled his eyes. His little girl had ran away! He shivered at the thought of the dangers she might find in the city even as he bellowed for his guards. "GUARDS! GUARDS!"
Meanwhile, a young child raced through the marketplace, her long, ebony hair flowing in the breezes behind her. Terror gripped the girl's heart as she raced blindly through the bazaar, her wide eyes trying frantically to take in all the new sights yet failing to look directly in front of her. Suddenly, she ran straight into the side of a cart. The impact sent her stumbling back, and she crashed into a nearby table, jostling it so badly that fruits were sent rolling in every direction.
"HEY!" the angry seller shouted. "WATCH WHAT YOU'RE -" His furious voice broke off abruptly as the terrified girl looked up at him, and he recognized the child's beautiful face. Instantly, he began bowing and gushing an apology, "Oh, Princess, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was you!" Yet as he looked up again, the child had already scampered away.
Back at the palace, the Guards filed out to search for Princess Jasmine, leaving only a couple of guards and Jafar to protect the Sultan. "Oh, this is so terrible!" Jafar wailed, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his arm that was wrapped around his staff. "The Princess is lost in the city with a tiger on the loose!"
"Tiger!" the Sultan exclaimed, jumping around to face his adviser.
"Did . . . Did I say tiger?" Jafar questioned between sobs. "I . . . I didn't mean to!" he lied easily.
"If-If there is s-something I sh-should kn-know, Jafar, t-tell me!" the Sultan stammered out, his legs quivering with fear at the thought that a wild tiger was prowling the streets of his lovely city.
"Oh, Your Majesty," Jafar spoke slowly, bringing his head away from his arm but still hanging his head as he shook it in regret. "I'm such an awful worm! The last thing I wanted to do was add to your concern, but . . . I . . . I suppose you should know . . . A tiger escaped from the last circus that passed through. He has not managed to be caught yet, and there have been reports of peasants who have found him devouring their children and barely managed to escape with their own lives!"
As Jafar had spoken, the Sultan's shaking had increased, but his round face had also began to fill with a deep red coloring. "If my daughter is in that much danger, I am not going to just wait around here and hope that my guards can find her!"
Jafar looked at the Sultan in surprise. "What are you saying, Your Majesty?" he queried innocently.
"I'm going out there!" the Sultan exclaimed. "I'm going to find my daughter, and I'm going to bring her home where she belongs!"
"But, Your Majesty," Jafar protested. "You can't be serious! You can't go out there; it's too dangerous! The tiger! The thieves!"
In response, the enraged Sultan jerked his thumb toward the remaining guards. "That's what I have them for, and no one tells me what to do unless I ask them, Jafar! I tell them what to do!" His eyes narrowed at his adviser as he added, "And you're all coming with me!"
The Sultan stormed out of the palace with one guard running before him and the other following at his heels. Jafar slowly followed. "Now see what you've done!" his parrot accused. "He's going to use us as bait for a tiger!"
Jafar just smiled wickedly as he ignored Iago. Things could not possibly be going any better for him. If he could find a way for both the Sultan and the Princess to meet their ends in the streets of Agrabah, no fingers could possibly point to him, and then he would be free to take over the palace and, from there, the city.
Jasmine's head jerked up suddenly as she heard her name being called. Her wide eyes quickly scanned her unfamiliar surroundings. She swallowed hard as she spotted her father's head guard working his way through the crowd and searching desperately for her.
She knew that he would force her to go home if he caught her, and she didn't want to go back to a place where she was neither loved nor even wanted. The little girl's eyes filled with tears as she ducked hurriedly back into a shadowy alley and began to run, never realizing that she was being followed the entire time.
The Sultan and his guards combed the streets desperately, and the bazaar was quickly alive with the roaring buzz of gossip of what terrible harms had befallen the Princess. Many peasants tried to help, but no one could find the Princess . . . no one except for one group who had no intentions of helping any one other than their own greedy selves.
As the afternoon grew old and the sun began to dip below the horizon, Jasmine huddled in a corner of a dark alley behind a row of deteriorating buildings. Despite herself, she shivered from cold even as her belly moaned its hungry protests. Her entire body was exhausted, but what ached most of all was her young heart. She missed her father and their home, but she could not go back.
Soft footsteps suddenly entered the alley, and Jasmine's head jerked up at the sounds. She could not seem to stop the tears that ran freely down her tiny cheeks and continued to flow even as her fear increased at the sight of the five rough teenagers who entered the alley. The two tallest carried swords. Two others grasped long knives, and the youngest carried a club. Each of their grimy faces glowered at her trembling form.
The group's leader was the first to speak. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
"Looks like we got ourselves a real treasure this time," one of the knife-wielders commented, his voice slurred a bit as he ran his tongue over his yellow teeth.
They began to approach her steadily, moving as one body. "Wha-What do you want?" Jasmine demanded, trying to sound brave but her quivering voice betraying her.
"We don't want to hurt yer pretty little self, Princess," the leader spoke again. "We just want you to stay with us."
The leader smiled at the cowering child, but one of his boys gave him away. "Yeah," he snorted aloud, "while we get a heavy ransom from your fat daddy."
Heat rushed to Jasmine's cheeks. "You can't talk about my father that way!" she exclaimed. "He's the Sultan!"
"Exactly," sneered the boy.
Jasmine pushed herself to her feet even as they came closer. Never once did she realize that they were being watched by a young boy far above their heads.
Dark eyes gazed intently down at the scene unfolding before him. He knew he shouldn't get involved, but that girl was the loveliest he had ever seen and she clearly needed help. He leapt to a window sill and reached out to grab a rope but stopped as he saw a huge shadow suddenly fall over the alley from another pathway.
Meanwhile, Jasmine did not see the shadow, but the boys did. They stopped and stared, open-mouthed, at the sight as the shadow continued in their direction. Soon, there was no mistaking that dark, massive shadow for a tiger, and even the leader's knees began to shake. He did not realize that three of his boys had already abandoned his brother and himself even as he turned and ran. His brother followed, and the group fled the alley as if they had had Demons nipping at their very heels.
Jasmine gazed after their retreating forms with curiosity slightly furrowing her small forehead. What had just happened? What had scared the boys so? It was only then that she noticed the shadow, and by that time, it was far too late to run. She turned slowly around, and a smile broke out over her beautiful face at the sight of the tiny tiger cub. Giggling with relief and awe at the lovely animal, she rushed to it and gathered it up into her arms.
The tiger did not protest in the slightest, and instead began to lick Jasmine's skin. His licks would have made some worry that he might have a taste for human meat, but the thought did not even cross the Princess' mind. Instead, she simply hugged him close and laughed until she felt his ribs through his fur. "Oh, you poor baby," she crooned. "You're starving, too, aren't you?"
The boy's head snapped back up to alert as more figures entered the alley, and this time he made a hasty departure even as a group of guards filed into the alley. "Princess!" they cried in unison.
Jasmine whirled to look at them even as a new voice called out. "Jasmine!" The Sultan quickly shoved his way pass his guards and hurried toward his daughter.
"Father?" Jasmine asked in surprise. "What are you doing outside of the palace?"
"What am I doing out of the palace? What are you doing out of the palace? I came looking for you! You had me so worried!"
Slowly, the realization began to dawn on Jasmine's young mind. "Daddy, you never go out of the palace, but you came out into the city to look for me? You actually cared enough about me to put yourself in danger?" Tears began to fall down her cheeks this time, but there was nothing sad about her tears now.
"Of course I did!" the Sultan exclaimed as he reached his daughter and swept both her and the cub into a tight hug.
Jasmine returned his hug joyously but was careful not to hug her father too tightly for fear of squishing the cub between them. "Careful, Daddy!" she warned. "You might hurt him!"
"Him?" the Sultan repeated with raised eyebrows. He pulled back enough from his daughter so that he could take a good look at her, and his mouth fell open at the tiny tiger cub she held in her right arm. He then began to chuckle. "Jafar," he called to his adviser, "your sources were very wrong, my friend!"
"Excuse me, Your Majesty?" the adviser asked as he made his way pass the guards to join the royal duo. His eyes widened in surprise at the tiger cub in the Princess' arms, and then he simply shrugged helplessly. Secretly, he wondered if he had done this. After all, he had completely invented the story about the tiger.
Both the tiger and the Princess glared at Jafar; neither liked him even one tiny bit. However, Jasmine swiftly returned her attention to the tiger and her father as she cuddled the cub close to her chest. "Daddy, I love you, but I don't care what you say. I'm keeping him."
The Sultan laughed merrily as he turned his attention back to his daughter. "Whatever will make you happy, sweetheart, just as long you come back with us. I'm sorry I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve, Jasmine. I love you, but I'm very busy. I can't help that, but I do promise to take up more time with you starting tonight. Tonight, it will just be the three of us, and any business can simply wait until tomorrow."
Jafar was careful to keep his face from falling at that news even as Jasmine's face brightened even more. "Oh, Daddy!" she squealed happily as she threw one arm around her father and squeezed him tightly. "Of course I'll come home!"
The End
Jump, posted 1-21-13, rated G/K
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine
He finally jumped.
Sometimes, when traveling through the city with his Princess bride, Aladdin reflects on how their people used to feel about him. They had all hated him at one time. Every one of them had wanted him to jump, either to his death or into their bed. He remembers the song he used to sing about keeping one jump ahead of the law in order to stay alive. Most of their people have come to like him, but he knows the guards still detest him. Aladdin smiles and pulls Jasmine closer. He did jump. He finally jumped into love and happiness.
The End
Long and Yellow, posted 10-8-08, rated G/K
Characters: Abu, Aladdin/Jasmine, Ensemble
Long, luscious, and yellow, it sparkled at him.
Long, luscious, and yellow, it sparkled at him. It called to him bewitchingly, making him scamper closer and closer to it. "Abu . . . " He paused at the warning voice, then moved closer still when his best friend turned his head. His paws touched it reverently, then clamped tightly around it and held it close to his small body.
Aladdin pulled at the object, and Abu held tighter and screeched at him. He laughed and reassuringly ruffled the monkey's head. "Aw, all right. Go ahead, but this is the last one."
His words washed unwittingly over Abu's dazed head. All he knew for sure was when Aladdin released his grip. He clung tightly to his prize.
"You're on a banana high." Aladdin's voice was soft and his heart warm as he watched his little, furry friend slowly peel his prize while rocking back and forth on his tiny feet in his futile effort to keep his balance. Laughter bubbled from deep within Aladdin's chest as Abu nearly fell over while tossing the peel to the pile that already dwarfed him.
Al leaned back in the Princess' royal bed, one arm providing a resting spot for his head while the other reached out, snaked around his beloved's slender waist, and pulled her close. He kissed her, then settled back, with a contented sigh, to watch Genie and Carpet play with Rajah and make sure Abu didn't take another banana. Life was good!
The End
Rub Me The Right Way, posted 9-1-11, rated R/M
Characters: Genie/Aladdin, Aladdin/Jasmine
Genie longs for Aladdin to rub him the right way just once.
No one's touch has ever felt like my new Master's. I've been gripped with frightened, trembling hands and been rubbed almost raw by dirty, greedy fingers. I've been slapped. I've been thrown. I've had my lamp held so tightly that it's felt as though my Master's hands have been gripped around my very neck, squeezing the eternal life out of me if it were possible. But I've never been caressed.
He holds me gently against him some days, clinging to my lamp even when he sleeps, and sometimes instead of the Princess' name, it's mine he breathes as he dreams. His fingers have not been hard against my golden lamp since the very first day we met, and he's only touched me roughly when he's been scared and in danger of losing his life or those he loves.
I know he counts me amongst that number, but still he doesn't look at me in the way I yearn for him to gaze at me. He considers me his best friend, and indeed, he's never had a friend like me and never will again. I am one of a kind; we both know that. But what he doesn't know, and what I won't allow him to discover until the time is right and he's ready and waiting with open eyes, arms, and heart, is that I'll never look at him as only a friend or my Master.
I started falling in love with Al the very first moment I saw him. I've never paraded around for any one else as I do for him, and it's never bothered me before when a Master turned his back to me. Yet, with Al, it's different. I want him to be happy, and I want to be the one who puts that charming smile upon his handsome face. I don't want it to be because of the Princess or because his little, chattering monkey friend. I want him to be happy because of me.
But, like all the others, he doesn't want me just for me. He relishes what I can do for him, and though he'll never ask me to grant him all the riches or the power in the world, I know he wouldn't look at me in the same light if I ever lost my magick. He'd still be my friend, but he wouldn't turn to me every time for everything as he does now. His big, brown eyes wouldn't shine up at me in breathless admiration. I'd be just another of his pack, no more important to him than Carpet or Abu.
As it is, he knows he's never had a friend like me, and he realizes how lucky he is to have me in his life and on his side. He knows he couldn't do half the things he's done to impress the Princess Jasmine without my assistance, and every time he's gone too far and failed to impress her, it has been I who have helped him to find his way out of her disdain and back to pleasing her again. If the boy wasn't so sweetly naive, he might start to wonder how I always have the answers to the lady's heart, but I can't let him know the truth. I can't let him know that I know the way to Jasmine's heart because it is the same way to mine, and especially not that he holds the key to my heart just as he caresses my lamp.
I'm naked in the shower, belting out the lines to one of my favorite songs when he reaches out and rubs me. "I'm a Genie in a bottle, baby! Come on and . . . " It's an immediate reaction. I can't help it. I'm bare naked as his hand caresses me, and heat enflames me from the top of my head all the way through my pointed toes. Stars shoot out of my toes, and my black beard curls so that it nearly slaps me in my hot and bothered face.
" . . . rub me the right way," I moan, clinging to my shower curtain. I'm so hot and hard all of a sudden that my blue skin has turned red. I dismiss the shower and soap suds with a wave of my hand, but before I can dress, he's rubbing me again. I shrug and let go, teleporting out of the lamp with smoke curling all around me. He's certainly rubbed me the right way yet again, but I know I can't let him see the effect he has on me.
"Genie," Aladdin calls my name, and I bite back a moan as I look down into his charming face. He seems to get sweeter and more handsome every time I see him. I've heard some women talk about his being so sweet that they could eat him before, and though I've heard that same line about other men countless times in the past, I've only ever agreed with it when it's come to my Al.
For a moment, I toy with the thought of his being food. If he was food, I could eat him easily, then recreate him and eat him again. He'd never have to know the truth of what he was or feel the way he does for that dratted Princess. Jasmine has no idea how incredibly lucky she really is. I'd swap places with her in a heartbeat, even if doing so meant losing all my magick, and have thought about it more times than I'd like to admit. If I could take her form without her ever showing back up, he'd never know the difference, and Aladdin would be mine forever.
Yet I'll do none of that for it wouldn't be fair to Al. It would be akin to placing him in a prison. It would strip him of his most basic freedoms, and I've been in chains too many centuries to ever consider imprisoning any one of my own free will. I will not trap him or cage him or trick him in any way, but I will be here for him forever. I'll be right here by his side, in our lamp, hoping that one day he'll wake up and realize that I can give him more and make him far happier than the Princess ever can.
The smoke circles around me, but I can tell from his widening, chocolate eyes that he's noticed the heat pulsating in my smoky, blue tail where the crotch of my legs would be if I were a man. I'm reminded again of how enchantingly adorable he is when he blushes. "Did I get you at a bad time?" he manages to ask, his squeaky words barely a breathe above a heated whisper.
"Not at all," I say, grinning and wrapping the smoke more closely around me. "I was just bathing."
"Sorry," Al mumbles and blushes more deeply.
"You could join me," I offer. I know already what his reaction will be, though he has no clue as to why I make these little suggestions. He thinks it's just to bother him, and he'll never learn the truth until he's ready to embrace it and me along with it.
"No," Aladdin says quickly, rubbing the back of his head. "No, thanks, Genie. I think I'll stick to the pool." He blushes again at his words, and I know he'd be beet red from the top of his curly, black hair all the way through to his bare feet if he had any idea that I've watched him bath many a night under the hot Arabian sky. The sun glows on his tanned skin during the daytime, but the moon's silver light caresses his bare flesh in a loving way that, so far, I can only dream of getting to do myself.
"So . . . You rang?" I press, wanting to know what's got him bothered this time, besides the heat growing between us of course.
"It's Jasmine," he answers with a defeated shrug. "I've done made her upset again."
I sigh, float down to him, and wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Tell me about it, kid," I instruct, taking a pipe out of my mouth and blowing smoke rings. I'll pull him out of this one, too, as I always do, but I wish fervently yet again, as I listen to his latest tale of woe, that he'd look my way. If he'd try this old Genie just once, he'd find out that I'm nowhere near as picky or easily upset as the Princess. He'd find out how much pleasure I can really give him, and he'd never be sad again a day or night in his life for I'd always keep him happy if only he'll ever just rub my bottle the right way.
The End
The Hardest Yet, posted 6-3-13, rated G/K
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine
He would be the hardest one yet.
She'd been wooed by Princes riding every animal from wild stallions to elephants and giraffes. She'd been given carriages made of such pure gold that the riches it'd taken to make them could've fed the peasants for months. She had seen every gift, heard every line, and could spy every trick in the book. Yet, as she traveled throughout the world in a single night on a magic carpet, gazing more often into her newest wooer's dark and handsome eyes than at the scenery, Jasmine knew that this new Prince was going to be the hardest yet to turn away.
The End
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine, Aladdin/Genie, Aladdin/Abu, Aladdin/Carpet
(Yup, it's crack again akin to that Addams Family mess I used to write!)
Genie makes his move, Abu spills his secret, Carpet has his own agenda, and Aladdin's caught in the middle of it all!
"You definitely aren't one of my three wishes," Aladdin told the blue man before him.
Genie pressed a hand to his massive chest as he proclaimed, "Al, you cut me to the quick!" He danced before him, shaking his bare pelvic and rising groin to the loud and raucous music that seemed to come out of nowhere and everywhere at once. "Come on!" he told him. "I can be anything you want!"
Then his body began to transform before Aladdin's very wide eyes. His whole body rippled with flexing muscles as he announced in a ? accent, "I can be your very own Gladiator. Or perhaps something more foreign would entice?" As he spoke the question, his body swiftly changed into that of first a fine French aristocrat and then a Spanish troubadour. "Ole! Ole!" he cried, changing again into a bullfighter and waving a red cape at Aladdin.
"Genie, really, I - "
Genie snapped his fingers. "I know what the problem is." He put his hands underneath his bearded chin, lacing his fingers together, and fluttered his suddenly thickened eyelashes at Aladdin. "You prefer the feminine!" His chest transformed before Aladdin's eyes. Two large breasts nearly poked him in the face as Genie's body became that of a woman's with curves in all the right places.
"I can be a blonde or a brunette, or maybe you like redheads?" As he spoke, his long, curvy hair quickly changed colors. "Or maybe you're one of those weird guys who doesn't like any hair at all?" He went bald, and then - poof! - his hair was once more long and as black as a starlight night sky in Agraba.
"I can be from France . . . " He donned the body of a French maid and dusted Aladdin's nose with a feather duster the boy had never seen before. " . . . or Sweden . . . " His very voice changed again as his body became covered in a strange armor, and his long, black hair turned into blonde pigtails. Blue eyes now flirted with Aladdin. " . . . or a Princess . . . " A glittering dress flowed out from him, and blonde hair spilled down his slender shoulders.
His eyes bulged. "That's it!" he announced with another snap of his fingers. "That's exactly what you need!" Once more he transformed. This time, before Aladdin's startled eyes, he became the very image of the lady who had captured his heart, Jasmine. Everything about him was the very same as her except for his blue skin.
"Hum . . . Genie . . . " Aladdin tried again, swallowing hard.
Genie ran a silk scarf over his shoulders, down breasts he was not supposed to have, and over Aladdin's face. Jasmine's eyes flirted with Aladdin as Genie moved against his body. "Come on, Al," he whispered huskily, "it's okay. You know you want me."
Aladdin's throat was as dry as though he'd crawled through the Sahara dessert for weeks on his hands and knees. His eyes were nearly as large as Genie's as he leaned, forgetting that the image before him was not the real Jasmine, into the touch of the scarf. Genie ran it more slowly over his face, and he leaned closer. Breasts rubbed against his chest. "I can be anything you want . . . any one . . . "
"Yes . . . " Was that his voice or Genie's? Aladdin no longer knew.
" . . . any Princess. I am your slave, Master; do with me what you will." He stepped closer, and Aladdin felt his fresh womanhood cradling the rising bulge in his trousers. He swallowed again, but it was no longer from nerves. His fears were gone, forgotten on the hot, night wind. Genie lowered his head, his mouth angling for Aladdin's . . .
Screeching erupted, and Aladdin and Genie hollered as they ducked the onslaught of bananas suddenly hitting their heads. "ABU!" Aladdin scolded at the monkey who seemed to have gone nuts.
Abu chattered angrily, shook his tiny fists at Genie, and threw an entire batch of bananas at him. Genie caught them deftly and shook them at him. Abu stuck out his tongue at him, turned around, lifted his tail, and showed Genie his furry behind. Genie tossed the bananas out of his way, ignored the irritating monkey, and turned his attention back to Aladdin. "Now," he whispered, angling once more for his mouth, "where were we . . . ?"
But Aladdin was no longer under his spell of desire. Instead he yawned in his very face! "I was going to bed," he whispered as though all that had happened between them had been only a very strange dream. He turned, walked the few feet to his mat, and laid down.
"A man as fine as you are should not have to sleep upon the floor!" Genie protested. He cracked his blue knuckles, pointed a finger at the mat, and zapped. It became a canopied waterbed big enough for five. "How's that, Master? You like that, don't you, Al?" But the only answer that greeted Genie's pointed ears was a snore. He sighed, his face falling, before turning deftly and catching the new batch of bananas that were winging their way toward his head.
Abu chattered angrily, his eyes glowering fiercely at the impudent Genie. "*HOW DARE YOU*", he screeched in monkey language, "*MOVE ON MY MAN LIKE THAT! IT'S BAD ENOUGH HE'S LOVESICK AFTER THAT PRINCESS! I WON'T SHARE HIM WITH THE LIKES OF YOU TOO!*"
Genie's fingers curled around the bananas' vine. "He's not your man," he hissed at Abu, his own eyes glowing like embers of fire, "and he's not hers either! He's his own man and will make his own choice!"
Inside the bed, Aladdin continued to feign sleep. He'd not let either know he was awake, and his swirling, aching mind pondered what he heard in lost puzzlement. Abu wanted him too? He'd never been more confused in his entire life! He laid with his brown eyes wide open and his body painfully tense.
Carpet snuck underneath Aladdin's bed. He trembled in anticipation for when the lad would fall asleep as he rubbed his tassels together, but alas, for Carpet, Aladdin never did dare to allow himself the luxury of falling asleep throughout the rest of the night!
The End
Arabian Heat, posted 9-29-11, rated R/M
Characters: Genie/Carpet, Aladdin/Jasmine
Al's not getting any relief from the Arabian heat tonight, and he can't believe where Genie's getting his relief!
Aladdin froze, his mouth falling wide open, as he entered the Royal Garden unannounced. He stared in shock from big, brown eyes that were widened larger than dinner plates. They were bigger even than they had been when he'd seen Genie for the first time. His tanned skin turned red, and still he could not speak.
"Al!" Genie scolded. "Didn't your Momma ever teach you any manners, boy? Don't you know how to knock?"
"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" shouted a hundred, tiny Genie replicas as they flew around in Aladdin's startled face, knocking their teeny fists against the empty, hot air.
"I'm sorry!" Aladdin blustered, finding his voice at last. His hands frantically covered his face as he fell back into the safety of the palace. "It's not like I wanted to see that!"
"Aladdin, what's wrong?" Jasmine asked, coming up behind him.
"Absolutely nothing. Everything's cool, Princess," Genie assured her, boldly walking in and pointedly not looking at Aladdin. "Carpet here was just giving me five, weren't you, rug man?" Carpet nodded from where he flew beside Genie. "But your Prince here does need to learn to knock."
Aladdin's eyes darted between Genie and Carpet. "He wasn't giving you five! He was giving you - "
Jasmine's dark eyes narrowed at her husband as Aladdin cut off abruptly. "What was Carpet giving Genie, Aladdin?"
Genie shrugged. "Genies have to get it somewhere," he mouthed to Aladdin.
Aladdin's words escaped him before he could stop them. "That doesn't mean he's got to have his tassels in you!"
"WHAT?" Jasmine shrieked as Rajah roared his agreeing revulsion. Jasmine fled to the chamber pot at the mere idea with Rajah hot on her slippered feet.
Genie grinned down at Aladdin. "You sound jealous."
"I'm not! Why would I be jealous of you having - having rug actions when I've got a beautiful Princess?"
Genie winked and sashayed his hips and smoky tail. "Ask yourself that, big boy. I'm going to relax." He wraggled his black eyebrows, fluttered his lashes, and then jumped on Carpet, who gave Aladdin his imitation of a raspberry before flying off with Genie.
Aladdin fumed and turned away to follow Jasmine. He had to find his Princess, calm her down, and get her to soothe his own Arabian heat. "Hmph," he muttered, his eyes rolling, even as the image of Genie and Carpet making love resurfaced in his mind. As though he'd be jealous of Genie! If any one, it was Carpet for whom he felt a twinge of jealousy, but that was nonsense! He was Prince Ali, and he had the loveliest Princess on his arm!
He wasn't jealous, Aladdin told himself again, as he walked into the chamber he shared with his beloved just in time to get drenched with her sickness. Aladdin sighed. He wasn't getting any relief from the heat tonight!
The End
Bottled Life, posted 11-11-08, rated K+/PG
Characters: Genie
A moment with Genie alone in his bottle.
It was always cramped in his bottle. The small room he had was far too small for Carpet to come in or even any other Genie to drop in. Genie sighed as he stretched out, as best he could, on his couch. He was dressed in only his bell bottom pants and a couple of his gold bands that day, and he ran a hand over his beard as he sighed. He reached for an incense stick and started puffing, knowing full well that only a snort of willow would work to calm his frenzied nerves from the day's adventuring.
The End
First Encounter, posted 7-18-06, rated G/K
Characters: Jasmine, Rajah
Just how did Jasmine come to have Rajah?
The Sultan paced back and forth before his royal throne. His head hung low as his hands wrung continuously behind his back. His heavy sigh seemed to echo through the quiet palace. What was he to do with her? How could he make her see just how much he did care for her?
There was the sound of a throat being cleared behind the Sultan, and he turned his head to see his adviser standing tall behind him. The taller man's dark eyes bore down at him with what the Sultan thought to be concern, and a parrot perched on top of the royal adviser's golden staff. "I came as soon as I sensed your troubles, Your Majesty," Jafar spoke with a frown. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Oh, Jafar," the Sultan said wearily. "What am I supposed to do? Jasmine wants me to pay sole attention to her, but I can't. I haven't the time to. I have a city of people to take care of!" He turned begging eyes up at his adviser as he pleaded, "Tell me. What can I do to make her see that I care for her?"
Jafar smiled reassuringly down at the short Sultan. "Your daughter loves you, Your Majesty, but when was the last time you took so time out of your dreadfully busy schedule to be with her? She knows you have many people to take care of, but she feels neglected. Why don't you just take the rest of the afternoon off and spend it with her? I can manage any business that can not wait until then." He paused before adding with an imploring look, "That is, of course, if you trust me to do so, Your Majesty? I would never meddle in your affairs unless you requested me to and would never step in to handle something that required your attention unless you either asked me to or it simply could not wait."
The parrot on Jafar's staff began to open his mouth at the same time as the Sultan's mouth opened to answer his adviser. Jafar wrapped two fingers around Iago's beak so swiftly that the Sultan did not even notice.
The Sultan beamed appreciatively up at Jafar. "You would do that for me?" he asked.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Jafar smiled slyly. "I would do whatever you requested of me; I am but your lowly servant."
The Sultan clapped his hands together in delight. "Oh goody! Jasmine will love this! Of course, it can only be this one time as I do have to take care of most of my affairs myself, but I can use the rest of today and tonight to make her see just how important she is to me! I wonder what she would like to do? What kind of games do children like?" The Sultan continued to babble merrily even as he raced off toward his daughter's bedroom as fast as his short legs could carry him.
Behind him, Jafar grinned wickedly. An evil fire seemed to dance in his dark eyes as he released Iago and rubbed his beard in thought. Finally, he had a chance to begin to take over!
The Sultan quickly arrived at his daughter's bedroom, but no answer met his ears no matter how many times his fist rapped against the wooden door. Finally having grown exasperated, he eventually called out, "Very well, Jasmine. I shall let myself in!" He tried the knob only to find it locked, but his special key easily opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the Sultan's brow knitted with worry. Where was she? "Jasmine?" he called again as he stepped through the door, turning slowly as his eyes darted over his new surroundings. When had his daughter's tastes changed so much? The Sultan's eyes froze when he spotted a piece of paper laying on Jasmine's pillow.
He hurried to her bed and snatched the paper up only to find her handwriting scrawled across the paper. His eyes darted over the note, and an icy fist gripped his heart in terror. Tears filled his eyes. His little girl had ran away! He shivered at the thought of the dangers she might find in the city even as he bellowed for his guards. "GUARDS! GUARDS!"
Meanwhile, a young child raced through the marketplace, her long, ebony hair flowing in the breezes behind her. Terror gripped the girl's heart as she raced blindly through the bazaar, her wide eyes trying frantically to take in all the new sights yet failing to look directly in front of her. Suddenly, she ran straight into the side of a cart. The impact sent her stumbling back, and she crashed into a nearby table, jostling it so badly that fruits were sent rolling in every direction.
"HEY!" the angry seller shouted. "WATCH WHAT YOU'RE -" His furious voice broke off abruptly as the terrified girl looked up at him, and he recognized the child's beautiful face. Instantly, he began bowing and gushing an apology, "Oh, Princess, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was you!" Yet as he looked up again, the child had already scampered away.
Back at the palace, the Guards filed out to search for Princess Jasmine, leaving only a couple of guards and Jafar to protect the Sultan. "Oh, this is so terrible!" Jafar wailed, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his arm that was wrapped around his staff. "The Princess is lost in the city with a tiger on the loose!"
"Tiger!" the Sultan exclaimed, jumping around to face his adviser.
"Did . . . Did I say tiger?" Jafar questioned between sobs. "I . . . I didn't mean to!" he lied easily.
"If-If there is s-something I sh-should kn-know, Jafar, t-tell me!" the Sultan stammered out, his legs quivering with fear at the thought that a wild tiger was prowling the streets of his lovely city.
"Oh, Your Majesty," Jafar spoke slowly, bringing his head away from his arm but still hanging his head as he shook it in regret. "I'm such an awful worm! The last thing I wanted to do was add to your concern, but . . . I . . . I suppose you should know . . . A tiger escaped from the last circus that passed through. He has not managed to be caught yet, and there have been reports of peasants who have found him devouring their children and barely managed to escape with their own lives!"
As Jafar had spoken, the Sultan's shaking had increased, but his round face had also began to fill with a deep red coloring. "If my daughter is in that much danger, I am not going to just wait around here and hope that my guards can find her!"
Jafar looked at the Sultan in surprise. "What are you saying, Your Majesty?" he queried innocently.
"I'm going out there!" the Sultan exclaimed. "I'm going to find my daughter, and I'm going to bring her home where she belongs!"
"But, Your Majesty," Jafar protested. "You can't be serious! You can't go out there; it's too dangerous! The tiger! The thieves!"
In response, the enraged Sultan jerked his thumb toward the remaining guards. "That's what I have them for, and no one tells me what to do unless I ask them, Jafar! I tell them what to do!" His eyes narrowed at his adviser as he added, "And you're all coming with me!"
The Sultan stormed out of the palace with one guard running before him and the other following at his heels. Jafar slowly followed. "Now see what you've done!" his parrot accused. "He's going to use us as bait for a tiger!"
Jafar just smiled wickedly as he ignored Iago. Things could not possibly be going any better for him. If he could find a way for both the Sultan and the Princess to meet their ends in the streets of Agrabah, no fingers could possibly point to him, and then he would be free to take over the palace and, from there, the city.
Jasmine's head jerked up suddenly as she heard her name being called. Her wide eyes quickly scanned her unfamiliar surroundings. She swallowed hard as she spotted her father's head guard working his way through the crowd and searching desperately for her.
She knew that he would force her to go home if he caught her, and she didn't want to go back to a place where she was neither loved nor even wanted. The little girl's eyes filled with tears as she ducked hurriedly back into a shadowy alley and began to run, never realizing that she was being followed the entire time.
The Sultan and his guards combed the streets desperately, and the bazaar was quickly alive with the roaring buzz of gossip of what terrible harms had befallen the Princess. Many peasants tried to help, but no one could find the Princess . . . no one except for one group who had no intentions of helping any one other than their own greedy selves.
As the afternoon grew old and the sun began to dip below the horizon, Jasmine huddled in a corner of a dark alley behind a row of deteriorating buildings. Despite herself, she shivered from cold even as her belly moaned its hungry protests. Her entire body was exhausted, but what ached most of all was her young heart. She missed her father and their home, but she could not go back.
Soft footsteps suddenly entered the alley, and Jasmine's head jerked up at the sounds. She could not seem to stop the tears that ran freely down her tiny cheeks and continued to flow even as her fear increased at the sight of the five rough teenagers who entered the alley. The two tallest carried swords. Two others grasped long knives, and the youngest carried a club. Each of their grimy faces glowered at her trembling form.
The group's leader was the first to speak. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
"Looks like we got ourselves a real treasure this time," one of the knife-wielders commented, his voice slurred a bit as he ran his tongue over his yellow teeth.
They began to approach her steadily, moving as one body. "Wha-What do you want?" Jasmine demanded, trying to sound brave but her quivering voice betraying her.
"We don't want to hurt yer pretty little self, Princess," the leader spoke again. "We just want you to stay with us."
The leader smiled at the cowering child, but one of his boys gave him away. "Yeah," he snorted aloud, "while we get a heavy ransom from your fat daddy."
Heat rushed to Jasmine's cheeks. "You can't talk about my father that way!" she exclaimed. "He's the Sultan!"
"Exactly," sneered the boy.
Jasmine pushed herself to her feet even as they came closer. Never once did she realize that they were being watched by a young boy far above their heads.
Dark eyes gazed intently down at the scene unfolding before him. He knew he shouldn't get involved, but that girl was the loveliest he had ever seen and she clearly needed help. He leapt to a window sill and reached out to grab a rope but stopped as he saw a huge shadow suddenly fall over the alley from another pathway.
Meanwhile, Jasmine did not see the shadow, but the boys did. They stopped and stared, open-mouthed, at the sight as the shadow continued in their direction. Soon, there was no mistaking that dark, massive shadow for a tiger, and even the leader's knees began to shake. He did not realize that three of his boys had already abandoned his brother and himself even as he turned and ran. His brother followed, and the group fled the alley as if they had had Demons nipping at their very heels.
Jasmine gazed after their retreating forms with curiosity slightly furrowing her small forehead. What had just happened? What had scared the boys so? It was only then that she noticed the shadow, and by that time, it was far too late to run. She turned slowly around, and a smile broke out over her beautiful face at the sight of the tiny tiger cub. Giggling with relief and awe at the lovely animal, she rushed to it and gathered it up into her arms.
The tiger did not protest in the slightest, and instead began to lick Jasmine's skin. His licks would have made some worry that he might have a taste for human meat, but the thought did not even cross the Princess' mind. Instead, she simply hugged him close and laughed until she felt his ribs through his fur. "Oh, you poor baby," she crooned. "You're starving, too, aren't you?"
The boy's head snapped back up to alert as more figures entered the alley, and this time he made a hasty departure even as a group of guards filed into the alley. "Princess!" they cried in unison.
Jasmine whirled to look at them even as a new voice called out. "Jasmine!" The Sultan quickly shoved his way pass his guards and hurried toward his daughter.
"Father?" Jasmine asked in surprise. "What are you doing outside of the palace?"
"What am I doing out of the palace? What are you doing out of the palace? I came looking for you! You had me so worried!"
Slowly, the realization began to dawn on Jasmine's young mind. "Daddy, you never go out of the palace, but you came out into the city to look for me? You actually cared enough about me to put yourself in danger?" Tears began to fall down her cheeks this time, but there was nothing sad about her tears now.
"Of course I did!" the Sultan exclaimed as he reached his daughter and swept both her and the cub into a tight hug.
Jasmine returned his hug joyously but was careful not to hug her father too tightly for fear of squishing the cub between them. "Careful, Daddy!" she warned. "You might hurt him!"
"Him?" the Sultan repeated with raised eyebrows. He pulled back enough from his daughter so that he could take a good look at her, and his mouth fell open at the tiny tiger cub she held in her right arm. He then began to chuckle. "Jafar," he called to his adviser, "your sources were very wrong, my friend!"
"Excuse me, Your Majesty?" the adviser asked as he made his way pass the guards to join the royal duo. His eyes widened in surprise at the tiger cub in the Princess' arms, and then he simply shrugged helplessly. Secretly, he wondered if he had done this. After all, he had completely invented the story about the tiger.
Both the tiger and the Princess glared at Jafar; neither liked him even one tiny bit. However, Jasmine swiftly returned her attention to the tiger and her father as she cuddled the cub close to her chest. "Daddy, I love you, but I don't care what you say. I'm keeping him."
The Sultan laughed merrily as he turned his attention back to his daughter. "Whatever will make you happy, sweetheart, just as long you come back with us. I'm sorry I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve, Jasmine. I love you, but I'm very busy. I can't help that, but I do promise to take up more time with you starting tonight. Tonight, it will just be the three of us, and any business can simply wait until tomorrow."
Jafar was careful to keep his face from falling at that news even as Jasmine's face brightened even more. "Oh, Daddy!" she squealed happily as she threw one arm around her father and squeezed him tightly. "Of course I'll come home!"
The End
Jump, posted 1-21-13, rated G/K
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine
He finally jumped.
Sometimes, when traveling through the city with his Princess bride, Aladdin reflects on how their people used to feel about him. They had all hated him at one time. Every one of them had wanted him to jump, either to his death or into their bed. He remembers the song he used to sing about keeping one jump ahead of the law in order to stay alive. Most of their people have come to like him, but he knows the guards still detest him. Aladdin smiles and pulls Jasmine closer. He did jump. He finally jumped into love and happiness.
The End
Long and Yellow, posted 10-8-08, rated G/K
Characters: Abu, Aladdin/Jasmine, Ensemble
Long, luscious, and yellow, it sparkled at him.
Long, luscious, and yellow, it sparkled at him. It called to him bewitchingly, making him scamper closer and closer to it. "Abu . . . " He paused at the warning voice, then moved closer still when his best friend turned his head. His paws touched it reverently, then clamped tightly around it and held it close to his small body.
Aladdin pulled at the object, and Abu held tighter and screeched at him. He laughed and reassuringly ruffled the monkey's head. "Aw, all right. Go ahead, but this is the last one."
His words washed unwittingly over Abu's dazed head. All he knew for sure was when Aladdin released his grip. He clung tightly to his prize.
"You're on a banana high." Aladdin's voice was soft and his heart warm as he watched his little, furry friend slowly peel his prize while rocking back and forth on his tiny feet in his futile effort to keep his balance. Laughter bubbled from deep within Aladdin's chest as Abu nearly fell over while tossing the peel to the pile that already dwarfed him.
Al leaned back in the Princess' royal bed, one arm providing a resting spot for his head while the other reached out, snaked around his beloved's slender waist, and pulled her close. He kissed her, then settled back, with a contented sigh, to watch Genie and Carpet play with Rajah and make sure Abu didn't take another banana. Life was good!
The End
Rub Me The Right Way, posted 9-1-11, rated R/M
Characters: Genie/Aladdin, Aladdin/Jasmine
Genie longs for Aladdin to rub him the right way just once.
No one's touch has ever felt like my new Master's. I've been gripped with frightened, trembling hands and been rubbed almost raw by dirty, greedy fingers. I've been slapped. I've been thrown. I've had my lamp held so tightly that it's felt as though my Master's hands have been gripped around my very neck, squeezing the eternal life out of me if it were possible. But I've never been caressed.
He holds me gently against him some days, clinging to my lamp even when he sleeps, and sometimes instead of the Princess' name, it's mine he breathes as he dreams. His fingers have not been hard against my golden lamp since the very first day we met, and he's only touched me roughly when he's been scared and in danger of losing his life or those he loves.
I know he counts me amongst that number, but still he doesn't look at me in the way I yearn for him to gaze at me. He considers me his best friend, and indeed, he's never had a friend like me and never will again. I am one of a kind; we both know that. But what he doesn't know, and what I won't allow him to discover until the time is right and he's ready and waiting with open eyes, arms, and heart, is that I'll never look at him as only a friend or my Master.
I started falling in love with Al the very first moment I saw him. I've never paraded around for any one else as I do for him, and it's never bothered me before when a Master turned his back to me. Yet, with Al, it's different. I want him to be happy, and I want to be the one who puts that charming smile upon his handsome face. I don't want it to be because of the Princess or because his little, chattering monkey friend. I want him to be happy because of me.
But, like all the others, he doesn't want me just for me. He relishes what I can do for him, and though he'll never ask me to grant him all the riches or the power in the world, I know he wouldn't look at me in the same light if I ever lost my magick. He'd still be my friend, but he wouldn't turn to me every time for everything as he does now. His big, brown eyes wouldn't shine up at me in breathless admiration. I'd be just another of his pack, no more important to him than Carpet or Abu.
As it is, he knows he's never had a friend like me, and he realizes how lucky he is to have me in his life and on his side. He knows he couldn't do half the things he's done to impress the Princess Jasmine without my assistance, and every time he's gone too far and failed to impress her, it has been I who have helped him to find his way out of her disdain and back to pleasing her again. If the boy wasn't so sweetly naive, he might start to wonder how I always have the answers to the lady's heart, but I can't let him know the truth. I can't let him know that I know the way to Jasmine's heart because it is the same way to mine, and especially not that he holds the key to my heart just as he caresses my lamp.
I'm naked in the shower, belting out the lines to one of my favorite songs when he reaches out and rubs me. "I'm a Genie in a bottle, baby! Come on and . . . " It's an immediate reaction. I can't help it. I'm bare naked as his hand caresses me, and heat enflames me from the top of my head all the way through my pointed toes. Stars shoot out of my toes, and my black beard curls so that it nearly slaps me in my hot and bothered face.
" . . . rub me the right way," I moan, clinging to my shower curtain. I'm so hot and hard all of a sudden that my blue skin has turned red. I dismiss the shower and soap suds with a wave of my hand, but before I can dress, he's rubbing me again. I shrug and let go, teleporting out of the lamp with smoke curling all around me. He's certainly rubbed me the right way yet again, but I know I can't let him see the effect he has on me.
"Genie," Aladdin calls my name, and I bite back a moan as I look down into his charming face. He seems to get sweeter and more handsome every time I see him. I've heard some women talk about his being so sweet that they could eat him before, and though I've heard that same line about other men countless times in the past, I've only ever agreed with it when it's come to my Al.
For a moment, I toy with the thought of his being food. If he was food, I could eat him easily, then recreate him and eat him again. He'd never have to know the truth of what he was or feel the way he does for that dratted Princess. Jasmine has no idea how incredibly lucky she really is. I'd swap places with her in a heartbeat, even if doing so meant losing all my magick, and have thought about it more times than I'd like to admit. If I could take her form without her ever showing back up, he'd never know the difference, and Aladdin would be mine forever.
Yet I'll do none of that for it wouldn't be fair to Al. It would be akin to placing him in a prison. It would strip him of his most basic freedoms, and I've been in chains too many centuries to ever consider imprisoning any one of my own free will. I will not trap him or cage him or trick him in any way, but I will be here for him forever. I'll be right here by his side, in our lamp, hoping that one day he'll wake up and realize that I can give him more and make him far happier than the Princess ever can.
The smoke circles around me, but I can tell from his widening, chocolate eyes that he's noticed the heat pulsating in my smoky, blue tail where the crotch of my legs would be if I were a man. I'm reminded again of how enchantingly adorable he is when he blushes. "Did I get you at a bad time?" he manages to ask, his squeaky words barely a breathe above a heated whisper.
"Not at all," I say, grinning and wrapping the smoke more closely around me. "I was just bathing."
"Sorry," Al mumbles and blushes more deeply.
"You could join me," I offer. I know already what his reaction will be, though he has no clue as to why I make these little suggestions. He thinks it's just to bother him, and he'll never learn the truth until he's ready to embrace it and me along with it.
"No," Aladdin says quickly, rubbing the back of his head. "No, thanks, Genie. I think I'll stick to the pool." He blushes again at his words, and I know he'd be beet red from the top of his curly, black hair all the way through to his bare feet if he had any idea that I've watched him bath many a night under the hot Arabian sky. The sun glows on his tanned skin during the daytime, but the moon's silver light caresses his bare flesh in a loving way that, so far, I can only dream of getting to do myself.
"So . . . You rang?" I press, wanting to know what's got him bothered this time, besides the heat growing between us of course.
"It's Jasmine," he answers with a defeated shrug. "I've done made her upset again."
I sigh, float down to him, and wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Tell me about it, kid," I instruct, taking a pipe out of my mouth and blowing smoke rings. I'll pull him out of this one, too, as I always do, but I wish fervently yet again, as I listen to his latest tale of woe, that he'd look my way. If he'd try this old Genie just once, he'd find out that I'm nowhere near as picky or easily upset as the Princess. He'd find out how much pleasure I can really give him, and he'd never be sad again a day or night in his life for I'd always keep him happy if only he'll ever just rub my bottle the right way.
The End
The Hardest Yet, posted 6-3-13, rated G/K
Characters: Aladdin/Jasmine
He would be the hardest one yet.
She'd been wooed by Princes riding every animal from wild stallions to elephants and giraffes. She'd been given carriages made of such pure gold that the riches it'd taken to make them could've fed the peasants for months. She had seen every gift, heard every line, and could spy every trick in the book. Yet, as she traveled throughout the world in a single night on a magic carpet, gazing more often into her newest wooer's dark and handsome eyes than at the scenery, Jasmine knew that this new Prince was going to be the hardest yet to turn away.
The End
