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"Puppet ruler want a cracker? Here's your cracker!" Iago's taunting voice
sang mockingly, as he shoved the treat into the Sultan's mouth, already
overflowing with crumbs and biscuits despite his muffled protests. "Shove
'em ALL right down yer throat! Here, have LOTS of crackers!"
"Stop it!" Jasmine cried out desperately, her once regal blue clothes now
blood red, her wrists shackled to signify her status as a slave. She
turned to the man responsible for her captivity, who was chuckling upon
his throne, with a pleading expression on her face. "Jafar, leave him
alone!"
The sorceror glanced at her, and with a sly smile raised his hand to
order his pet and second-in-command to stop. Iago saw Jafar's signal and
obliged, though not before stuffing the final wingful of crackers into
the Sultan's maw.
The noise stopped, Jafar turned to the former princess and hooked his
snake-headed staff around her chains, lightly tugging her closer as she
held an apple in her hands.
"It PAINS me to see you reduced to this, Jasmine..." he spoke with
insincere sorrow in his voice. His yellowing teeth parted and bit down on
the fruit, sending small chunks of it scattering before he swallowed the
tasty flesh. "A beautiful desert bloom such as yourself..." he continued,
a small piece of his snack flying from his lips and onto Jasmine's cheek
much to her chagrin. "...should be on the arm of the most powerful man in
the world.
As Jasmine flicked the fragment of apple from her face, Jafar slipped his
staff from her chains and created a small golden crown, floating just
above his fingertips with his characteristic crimson glow. Jasmine's eyes
widened at the mere thought of what he was offering. Not even he would be
so bold...
"What do you say my dear? Why, with you as my queen..."
"Never!" Jasmine snapped, grasping the nearest object and hurling its
contents at him. He reeled back as the wine splashed across his face,
burning his eyes and causing him to let out a snarl of pain. He shook the
liquid from his head as he glared at her, pulling his arm back.
"I'll teach you some RESPECT...!" he bellowed, as Jasmine staggered back
and fell against a nearby podium where the source of Jafar's good
fortune, the Genie's lamp, rested. The Genie in question was slumped at
the foot of Jafar's throne, his chin in his hands. He despised this
feeling of helplessness, unable to act against his master despite the
cruelty he was causing. He missed his old master... Aladdin...
"That's enough, Jafar!" a familiar voice commanded. The five heads in the
room all turned towards the entrance to the throne room. Standing between
the open doors was none other than the man himself, false prince Ali
Ababwa, better know as Aladdin.
"What? You..." Jafar snarled. He was certain he had gotten rid of the
obnoxious street rat when he banished him to the snowy mountains on the
other side of the world. His eyes were drawn to the corner of the door
where a familiar monkey and carpet could be seen peeking into the room.
So that was it...
"It ends here!" Aladdin announced, striding into the throne room and
catching Jafar's attention once more. "I'm not going to let you abuse the
Genie's powers anymore!"
The older man's grin stretched into a mocking sneer as he stood, his
robes flowing around him as he raised his staff. "Oh...? And exactly what
do you intend to do against me, the most powerful being on Earth?"
Aladdin steeled his expression and stood his ground; he knew fine well
that it was no bluff, having seen Jafar use one of his three wishes to
become the world's greatest sorceror. He watched as the golden snake's
eyes began to glow, and dived out of the way just in time to avoid a bolt
of magic being cast his way.
Jafar didn't relent, pivoting in place to keep the young thief within his
sights, bombarding him with blast after blast. However, Aladdin was too
fast, diving to and fro to avoid the shots and ducking between pillars to
block the ones he couldn't. Jafar growled and strode after him, circling
a pillar he saw him duck behind, only to find... nothing.
Aladdin smirked as he raised the curved sword he had hidden in his pants.
One strike is all it would take; one slash to end Jafar's tyranny, and
the wizard was wide open. He readied himself, preparing to bring the
blade down upon Jafar's head...
...only for the former vizier to spin around, a smirk on his face.
Aladdin gasped in shock, his plan seen through, and Jafar immediately
took advantage of his hesitation as he raised his staff. Before Aladdin
could regain his bearings, the drapes between the pillars seemed to come
alive and instantly wrapped around his wrists, forcing him to drop his
weapon. Jafar cackled as his opponent struckled against the red fabric in
vain, his magic making the curtains as strong as steel.
"Clever, boy..." Jafar taunted as he returned to his throne. "But not
clever enough. Now..." he raised his staff and took careful aim at
Aladdin's heart. It was time to remove the last threat to him. Aladdin
stared at the snake decoration as the realisation of what was about to
happen came crashing down on him, and he hung his head in defeat. He
turned to give Jasmine one last weak smile, who simply nodded and turned
away, not wanting to see what was about to happen. Aladdin braced himself
to feel the final blow...
...but it never came. Aladdin opened his eyes to see Jafar looking
between him and Jasmine, before a demonic smile came across his face.
"On second thought..." he said with a chuckle, the wheels turning in his
head. If he killed Aladdin, he might as well be admitting that the
peasant was his equal or superior. At the very least, it would make him a
martyr against Jafar's hold, and a symbol of hope. "Perhaps... a more
humiliating punishment is fitting."
Jafar grinned and raised his staff skyward, as the drapes sprung to life
once more. Aladdin felt himself lifting up as he started to turn in the
air. The room seemed to spin as Aladdin was suddenly twirled around and
around, the drapes that held him being pulled from their pole and quickly
enveloping him, until the street rat was nothing but a blur of red. His
clothes seemed to disappear as the drapes quickly began to slither and
slide over his body, tightening and reshaping themselves according to
Jafar's magic. The spinning started to slow down as Aladdin felt his feet
touch the floor. He groaned as he raised a hand to his forehead, waiting
for his brain to catch up with his body. He opened his eyes and saw Jafar
grinning at him, with Jasmine standing beside him with a stunned
expression on her face. A loud, grating laugh quickly filled the throne
room as Iago fell over in a fit of guffaws. Aladdin furrowed his brow,
trying to work out what Jafar could have done to get such a reaction,
until he looked down at himself. And nearly screamed.
Gone were the ragged pants and vest he had become accustomed to, now
replaced by fine crimson silk. Across his chest was a wrap around top,
similar in style to the ones he had seen many of the female dancers wear;
it was intended to cup their breasts and emphasise their cleavage while
revealing their midriff. Aside from the fact Aladdin had no breasts or
cleavage, it accomplished this quite well. Bands made of a similar
material were wrapped around his upper arms, serving as an equivalent to
sleeves while leaving his shoulders bare. Further down his legs were
encased in a sheer red material, tightened around his waist and ankles to
give a similar shape to pants while remaining completely see-through. The
only thing preserving his modesty was a thong-like garment that hid his
manhood, but rode up betwen his cheeks so that they were on display. His
feet were bare, showing his toenails were painted a similar red colour,
as were his fingernails. He gasped at his new aparrel, causing him to
become aware of a fluttering near his facemouth; a veil, made of a
similar sheer material to his pants, was draped over his face from the
nose down. A red cap sat on his now feminely combed and styled hair, a
similar but much longer veil cascading down his back. He suddenly became
aware of a weight pulling on his earlobes; large golden earrings, not
unlike the ones Jasmine herself wore, were now dangling from his ears. If
he were shown a mirror, he would see that his face was now heavily made
up, with thick red lipstick, heavy rouge, dark eyeshadow and thick
eyeliner. Even his eyebrows had been magically thinned and darkened.
"There, a much better look for you, Aladdin..." Jafar teased, causing
Aladdin's cheeks to redden. Or at least they would have, if they weren't
so whorishly painted already. The crossdressed street urchin growled and
his hands immediately flew to rip off the veil, but found that despite
his best efforts it refused to move. It fluttered and flapped from his
tugs, but it wouldn't move from across the bridge of his nose or even
tear. Giving up, he grabbed the empty cups of his top and pulled on it,
but once more it wouldn't budge.
Jafar grinned as he watched his adversary desperately attempt to remove
or destroy his feminine wear. He chuckled and clapped his hands. "That is
enough, Aladdin. We all find your little 'comedy routine' very amusing!"
Aladdin glared at him, but suddenly found himself standing still with his
arms at his sides. He opened his mouth, about to demand to know what was
happening, but Jafar cut him off.
"You will speak only when I allow you to, street rat!" he decreed, and
immediately Aladdin found he couldn't form any words. He wanted to shout,
he wanted to scream, but despite his best efforts his painted lips
remained shut and no noise came from his throat.
"Now then... Aladdin..." He grinned cruelly. "Or rather... Sharmuta..."
He chuckled as he saw Aladdin's outraged expression. "Yes, that is far
more fitting for your appearance."
Aladdin/Sharmuta glared at the sorceror, but unless looks could kill it
was all he could do, unable to protest to term or attempt to escape.
Jasmine winced, unable to believe what Jafar was doing to the man that
she loved.
"Now, Sharmuta..." Jafar grinned and raised his staff. "Dance."
If Aladdin were able to speak, he would have immediately told Jafar to go
and perform a certain vulgar act with himself. He blinked as he suddenly
realised that he had raised his arms up. His eyes widened as the
realisation hit him, and he mentally begged his body to resist, but
instead he found himself gyrating his hips. His arms moved on their own,
beginning to trace patterns in the air with gentle, feminine movements as
he began to shift and sway like a bellydancer. Movements intended to
emphasise female curves and excite those watching were performed by his
masculine body. He clenched his eyes shut, wishing he were anywhere else
doing anything else except now and dancing for Jafar.
The sorceror meanwhile just chuckled, revelling in his once-rival's
humiliation. He looked over at Jasmine, who seemed to have gone into
shock, watching the man she considered marrying now swaying and twirling
before her, looking more like some sort of transvestite prostitute than a
prince.
The older man slowly grinned as he clapped his hands, and Aladdin
immediately stopped. However, Jafar grinned and waved his hand, another
non-verbal command taking over. Aladdin was helpless as he sauntered over
to Jafar's throne. He leaned over, one hand carefully lifting his veil as
the colour drained from his face. Horrified thoughts ran through his
head. No. No, he couldn't. He wasn't actually going to make him... no,
stop, anything but this! Don't! STOP!
Thoughts, however, were worthless against Jafar's magic, as Aladdin
pressed his ruby red lips against Jafar's. Jafar chuckled, his new
concubine closing his eyes shut in an attempt to convince himself it was
all one big nightmare as he found himself slipping his tongue into the
sorceror's mouth. Jasmine couldn't take it anymore and turned away,
covering her face as she choked back tears at what Jafar was doing to her
lover.
The wet slurps and desperate moans filled the throne room for several
minutes before Aladdin was finally allowed to break from his new master.
He felt sick to his stomach, unable to believe what he had just done. He
could still taste the horrible flavour of Jafar's mouth, but the spell
that commanded his movements made him unable to spit it out or flee to
find something to wash it away. He could only sit upon Jafar's lap, shame
filling his heart.
Jafar meanwhile just laughed, wiping the red streaks that now decorated
his lips away. "Oh, my word, this is perfect!" He cackled, as one last
evil thought entered his mind. He leaned over and picked up the lamp, a
sadistic smile. "Genie...?"
The blue spirit winced at hearing his title and slowly turned to his
master.
"For my final wish, I wish that the names 'Aladdin' and 'Prince Ali' be
stricken from the memory of all of Agrabah." He bared his teeth in a
ruthless grin. "With the obvious exception of myself and little Sharmuta
here, of course."
Aladdin gasped and turned to the Genie, desperately trying to tell him no
with his eyes. The Genie seemed to understand, but all he could do was
look apologetic.
"Sorry Al..." he said weakly, as he slowly raised his hands to the sky
and snapped his fingers.
Jasmine wiped her eyes, still choking back sobs. But something didn't
feel right... why was she crying? Why did she feel so terrible. She
turned back, and frowned at the sight of a young man, tarted up like a
harem girl, seated on Jafar's lap.
"Jafar... who... who is that?" she asked, pointing at him. For some
reason, a shocked look came over the crossdresser's face. Jafar smirked.
"Why, this is Sharmuta... the new slave girl..." Jafar chuckled. Sharmuta
seemed to be trying to say something, but instead 'she' turned and
planted a wet kiss on Jafar's lips. Jasmine grimaced and shook her head.
Whatever Jafar's tastes were... as long as it meant he wasn't feeling her
up.
"Now then, Jasmine... Iago... Sultan..." he grinned and waved his hand.
"Please, leave us alone for a bit..."
Iago shrugged and flew out as the chains and strings that bound Jasmine
and the Sultan began to lead them to the door. Soon, Jafar and Sharmuta
were left alone.
"Now then, Sharmuta... on your knees..."
The new slave could only whimper as he slid off Jafar's lap, kneeling
down before him as tears filled his eyes. He had lost everything... his
dignity, his masculinity, all his friends... and Jasmine... what more
could Jafar take from him?
Jafar grinned and began to undo his robes. "Let's see what else you can
do with those sexy lips..."
ALADDIN'S NEW LOOK: A DIFFERENT WISH - END
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