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Archive-name: Fantasy/aladdin.txt


Archive-title: Aladdin

     A Cold and Lonely Arabian Night in Agrabah


     Loneliness had become an unwelcome companion in the frigid winter

nights of Agrabah.  The days were still warm, but the desert cold swept

through the palace with a viciousness that reminded Jasmine of vizier

Jafar's smile.

     Ex-vizier, she reminded herself.  He was a genie now, powerless and

buried hundreds of feet under the desert sand in his own cave of

wonders, where she hoped he would stay for the next ten thousand years.

     She sighed and wrapped her woolen cloak tighter about her, looking

out over the town where she had first ventured to find the man of her

dreams, her beloved Aladdin.  With the passing of her father, however,

he had been named Sultan of Agrabah, and one of the consequences of his

coronation was the slew of invitations to visit other Sultanates and

confirm his position among them.

     Not that there was any chance of war.  Agrabah was a comfortable

city that served its people well.  Once, it had been an incredibly busy

trading city along the profitable Myrrh Road, but the valley to the

north had not seen rain in many years and the city there had vanished

into the encroaching desert, taking the Myrrh Road with it.  Agrabah's

charm along the Myrrh Road had been its powerful spring that fed their

agriculture and kept them alive.  Smaller now, poorer in riches but

richer in spirit, Agrabah had become one of the most beautiful and self-

sufficient sultanates in all of Allah's lands, but it possessed little

that would lead another warlord against it.

     Her hands were freezing as she leaned against the painted stone

railing.  She decided to go inside, closing the ornate door behind her

and crossing the cold tiles to the fireplace, stoking it up to great

warmth.  Behind her she heard a soft shuffle as someone pushed aside one

of the heavy winter tapestries that held warmth in her room from fleeing

to the rest of the chilly palace.  A low rumble told her who her

companion was, especially when he pressed his cold nose against the back

of her neck.  She turned around and grabbed the large tiger's head in a

soft and friendly hug.  "Oh, Rajah," she sighed softly.  "He's been gone

so long."

     "Mrrrowl," Rajah agreed.  He walked around to sit next to her

before the warm fireplace, curling up around her.  A magnificently

muscled tiger, Jasmine often wondered if Rajah was entirely tiger since

his stomach and rump looked more like that of a Cheetah or other running

animal.  "Murrrumm?"

     "I know, he'll be back soon," she smiled.  "He took Carpet and Abu

with him, too.  With father gone, it's just me and you here now.  None

of the servants really understand.  He means the world to me, Rajah, you

know that.  I wish I had more people who really knew how I felt.  It

almost makes me wish Iago was around."

     "Hrrrumph," Rajah snorted at the mention of the accursed parrot's


     "I know, he was as evil as his master Jafar, but at least when I

talked to him he understood what I was talking about."  She sighed.

"I'm talking nonsense.  Of course I don't wish either of them back.  I'm

glad they're gone for as long as we shall all live."

     She crossed the high-ceilinged room and crawled into her bed, too

much bed for just one person alone.  Rajah walked over to where his

sheepskin rug lay and pulled it in front of the fire with his teeth,

determined to stay warm while he got some sleep.

     Jasmine lay in bed, trying to remember the feel of her beloved

Ali's body next to her own, his warming breath and his smooth skin

sliding against hers.  In her imagination he was just out of her reach. 

She could barely reach out and touch the ends of his silken hair.  She

had been so glad when he had given up wearing that stupid white

headpiece with the feather; his hair was one of his most beauteous


     Her hands ran slid under the heavy linen bedding to touch her

belly, and she could remember the way his hands felt there, touching

her, caressing her softness.  It wasn't at all like his.  His skin

always felt smooth and dry, but underneath his stomach had been tight,

strong.  As were his limbs.  She remembered their wedding night, when

she had been so frightened.  He hadn't been much better.  But after the

initial pain, when he had entered her, she had looked up into his

worried face and held his powerful arms with her hands and told him she

would be okay, he had smiled and they had made love as man and wife

should.  The happiness she had felt at their joining had caused her to

cry afterwards  for a long time.  And he had been so worried!

     Her fingers stroked up along her ribcage and over her breasts.  She

gasped softly as her own hands made small tremors of pleasure run up her

spine.  When he touched her breasts, he was always so gentle.  And his

eyes, they were always so full of mischief and happiness.  Sometimes he

was just like a child exploring a newly beloved toy.

     As her fingers caressed the dark skin along her collarbone and slid

back down the sides of her body, she wondered if she were ever any

better.  She knew that seeing him naked for the first time had shocked

her.  She hadn't been prepared for the size of his sex, completely

convinced that it would never fit within her own.  Yet it had.  Her

hands passed over her hips and felt the soft whisp of hair between her

thighs.  The sensation of him within her had told her everything she

needed to know about being a woman.  And being Aladdin's.  That boyish

grin of his made her melt with need.

     She spread her legs a little wider as her fingers slid down over

her nether lips to caress between her thighs.  She gasped to think of

him, of the exploring they had done.  He had always been so... naive.

Yes, that had been on her initiative, to make love in places other than

just the palace bedroom and in positions other than the obvious.  But

always for her the best was just to watch his face as he thrust himself

within her, to feel his body atop hers and his sex within hers.

     As she felt her fingers touching within her own wetness, she

dreamed of his kisses on her lips, her throat, her breasts.  Oh, she

missed him.  Her body missed him.  Her fingers went deeper inside

herself as she tried to find the little clues that would bring him back

to her completely.  "Oh, Aladdin!" she gasped as a wave of pleasure

broke over her.

     She settled back onto the bed.  The needs of her body were a little

quieter now, but she knew she could never be fully satisfied until her

Prince Aladdin was in her arms again.  She felt desire still, desire to

dream of him again, to caress herself again.  "He had better return


     "Mrrrow?" Rajah's voice asked from across the room.

     "I'm just talking to myself, Rajah.  Missing my Prince."

     Jasmine heard Rajah shift his massive bulk as he stood up.  The

tiger's body was silhouetted perfectly in the fireplace, and Jasmine

found herself again admiring the giant tiger's beauty.  Her first and

still best friend, Rajah had always been there for her when she needed

someone to cry with or to play with.

     He crossed the room and hopped up onto the bed.  "Rajah!" she

gasped.  "You know this bed isn't strong enough to hold you!"

     "Rrrrowl," Rajah replied softly, nuzzling her neck with his nose.

     She stroked his neck softly.  "You're so good to me, Rajah.  You're

right.  I don't care if the bed breaks."

     Rajah curled up next to her, separated by the covers.  "Oh, you

silly tiger.  Come down here inside and join me.  You'll freeze out

there away from the fire."


     "Come on," Jasmine insisted, holding the covers up.  Rajah shifted

as she directed and she tossed the covers over him.  She shifted next to

him, taking advantage of his warmth.  As always, she was immediately

impressed with his strength, but in some ways she was also attentive to

his strength, not at all unlike Aladdin's.  With Aladdin gone, her

desire often rose to uncontrollable heights, and Rajah's presence drove

so many memories within her that, despite her earlier dreaming she knew

she wanted such caresses once again, even her own.

     Practical to a fault, Jasmine slid away from Rajah, trying to keep

her desires suppressed.  She was not ashamed of her needs; to her they

were signs of her love for Aladdin.  She had not had them before she met

the Prince her dreams had waited on.  But she had no desire to disturb

her life-long tiger friend.  She knew that often her caresses encouraged

her to shift in bed and to make soft noises.

     But her body would not be denied.  Her hands found their way along

the soft curves of her body, and as she had known small whimpers escaped

from her lips no matter how hard she tried to keep quiet.  Her passion

arose within her again, and her body trembled gently.

     Rajah shifted in his sleep; one of his rear paws pressed against

her ankle, and to her surprise a small thrill of mischievousness, much

like the one that had originally led her to meeting Aladdin, rang within

her soul.  She turned her head to look at her tiger friend, and was

shocked to find him looking at her, his head cocked slightly to the left

and a gentle and friendly smile on his face.

     Rajah lowered his head and pressed his cool nose against her neck,

lowering slowly down until his rough tongue was pressing against her

hardening nipple.  "Rajah!" she gasped.

     "Hrrru?" the tiger replied softly, looking up with one eye open.

     "What... Oh..."  She sat up suddenly in bed, giving him another

hug, wrapping her arms around his thick neck.  "You're just being a good

friend while Aladdin is gone, is that it?"

     "Mmurr-hmmm," Rajah replied, his head bouncing slightly.

     "Well, I guess it's all right," she replied.  "You've always been

my best friend."  She lay back in bed and continued to stroke her body. 

Rajah softly nursed at one nipple, and she caressed the other before

sliding her hands down between her parted thighs and playing with her

warm sex.  "Oh, Rajah, I miss him so," she gasped as her slender fingers

caressed that one place that gave her such pleasure.

     Her hands worked faster, but Rajah had a different idea.  The scent

of her sex attracted his nose, and he nudged her fingers out of the way

as she caressed herself.  "Rajah?  What are you doing?"

     As an answer, Rajah's tongue struck out and slid along the length

of her sex.  Jasmine gasped softly.  "Rajah!"

     A soft growl grew in his throat, a soft purring sound as he pressed

his head between her legs, licking at her sex.  "Yes," she moaned

softly.  "Oh, Rajah, please!" she begged as the familiar rise in

pleasure swept through her like a summer sandstorm.  "Yes," she sighed

once more, reaching down to stroke Rajah's head and push him away.

"That's enough, Rajah.  Oh, you wonderful tiger, you!"  She reached up

and pushed him over.  More accurately, he fell over and let her hug him


     "Thank you, Rajah," she sighed, kissing her friend under the muzzle

and scratching at his ears.  She felt something bat against her leg and

looked down.  Rajah's sex was extended to full length, and she realized

that he must have been excited by her writhing and her climax.  "Rajah,

have you ever mated?" she asked suddenly.

     "Mmm-rrrr."  The tiger shook his head sadly.

     "Would you like me to find someone for you?"

     "Yrrr?"  The tiger looked at her, confused for a second.

"Mmurr-urr," he replied after a moment, pressing his nose to hers.

     "Yes, I know you have me, Rajah.  That's not what I meant.  I'm not

your mate.  I'm not a tiger."


     "So what?" she repeated, angrily.  "You've been my best friend for

so very long, Rajah.  I am the Princess.  You deserve everything a

princess can do for you."


     "Of course I'd do that for you!" she replied, smiling.  "I love

you, you silly tiger."  She slid over, and again her leg pressed against

his hardness.  "In the meantime, let me give you what you did for me,"

she continued, sliding down his body.

     She was pleased to see that Rajah's sex wasn't in proportion to the

rest of his body; in fact, it was smaller than her precious Aladdin's.

She slowly wrapped her slim fingers around it and began stroking him

slowly.  A loud purr rumbled through Rajah as her hand began stroking

him firmly.

     She smiled at to look at him pawing the air absently, his head and

shoulders pressed back against the bed.  "Rajah?" she asked softly.

"You used your mouth, didn't you?"  She slowly lowered her head to his

sex and kissed the tip of it gently.  It tasted odd, a little strong but

also pleasant, like wrapped fig leaves dipped in peppers.  She opened

her mouth and took it in, tasting it for the first time.  Rajah growled

loudly in appreciation.

     Jasmine slowly suckled Rajah's maleness, feeling his body grow

tense.  She tried to continue, but her jaw tired quickly and she

returned to using her hands, stroking his sex and playing with his

testicles gently, squeezing and coaxing.

     Rajah erupted with a roar, a thick white stream of fluid almost

spraying out across his stomach.  "Rajah!" she gasped, recognizing the

explosion for what it was.

     "Mrrrrrii," he replied softly.

     "That's all right," she said stroking his chest with her hand.  "I

hope you feel better now."

     Rajah just nodded.

     After they were cleaned up, Jasmine again lay in bed and Rajah

retired back to his bedding by the fire.  She curled up and went back to


     Dawn was creeping back into her windows, the air still cold with

the nights chill when she felt a hand upon her shoulder.  "Jasmine?


     She turned over.  "Aladdin!" she cried, pulling him down to the bed

with her.  Despite all of the pleasures of the night before, nothing

fulfilled her as much as his presence.  "I missed you so much!"

     "And I missed you, my princess," he replied.  She could feel his

hardness growing between his legs, pressing against her.  Her sex became

wet almost instantly; she felt her need become strong again.  She needed

to be filled with him, with her Aladdin.

     "Please," she moaned, looking up at him, "Aladdin, take me."

     "My pleasure, my princess," he replied, tearing his tunic off and

tossing it aside.  They tumbled down onto the sheets again, covering

themselves up against the cool morning.  His body lighted her passions,

and his need after having been away so long was powerful and immense.

She parted her thighs; he drove his sex into her, filling her and making

her his.

     She looked up into his eyes, his softly brown face with those

glorious pools of blue liquid eyes.  He smiled down at her.  "I missed

you, Jasmine."

     "And I missed you, Aladdin.  Oh, yes!" she gasped as he pressed

down fully.  Their intimacies grew more passionate, his body thrusting

against hers, her legs wrapped around his hips and holding him within

her.  "Never let me go, Aladdin."

     "I won't, Jasmine, I promise."

     "I trust you, beloved," she whimpered as he thrust urgently against


     "I... I know!" he gasped, his body shuddering in ecstasy as he

climaxed with in her, and her body responded with waves of pleasure of

her own.  "Oh, Jasmine."

     After a while, as they lay together under the sheets, Jasmine

whispered, "Ali?"

     "Yes, beloved?"

     "Don't be angry with me, beloved, but I pleasured myself while

dreaming of you while you were gone."

     Aladdin smiled.  "Why should I be angry, Jasmine?  I know you love

me.  If you wanted pleasure while dreaming of me, that only shows how

you love me."

     She hugged him tightly.  "Thank you, my prince."

     He sighed and held his wife closely.  "You're welcome, my princess.


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