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Disclaimer: Aladdin belongs to Walt Disney Pictures. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex,
female/female sex, male/female sex

Date: 01/01/2006

Rating: NC-17

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Jasmine/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Being bored with just being the daughter of a Sultan, Jasmine rubs
Aladdin's magic lamp orders the Genie to grant her a special wish, only to
have her placed within the modern-day City of New York.

Other Notes: This story is based on a picture by a pair of artists named
Zimmerman and Fyre.

Dedications: None so far.
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Aladdin: The Real Jasmine
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It had all happened on the very anniversary of an evil creature known as
Jafar being defeated by a certain street rat known as Aladdin with the help
of his faithful monkey friend, Abu and a magical lamp with a genie inside of
it and willing to grant the wishes of those who allow themselves to rub the
lamp.

Of course, some of those wishes do tend to go haywire and the one who makes
the wishes would have no other choice, but wind up with more than egg on
their faces... like for instances: It was on that forementioned day that both
Aladdin and the Sultan was being amused by Abu's juggling act.

But as for the Sultan's daughter, the beautiful princess known as Jasmine,
all she had ever wanted to do was stand out on the balcony and look up at the
many shimmering stars in the night sky and wonder just what else would she
feel like doing with the rest of her life.

That was before Jafar's former lackey and the Sultan's newest pet, a big
mouth talking parrot named Iago had flown himself over to where Jasmine was
standing at, placed himself next to her and asked, "Why are you being so
glum, Jasmine?I mean, if you were to ask me, I'm totally tickled pink that
we're rid of that creepy son-of-a-bitch and hope that he burns his fucking
ass in hell for all I care."

"Look, Iago. I'm also glad that Jafar is out of our lives forever," the
saddened Jasmine had said to Iago after she had taken a deep breath and
looked at him. "It's just that I'm suddenly wondering that is there really
more to life than just being the daughter of a Sultan. I mean, haven't you
allowed yourself to look up at the stars in the night sky and just wish for
something different in your life?"

"What? Me? Naaaahhhh! I mean, if you were to ask me, I would say that I would
rather enjoy myself right where I am right now," a smiling Iago has answered
Jasmine's question just before they had heard a crash and ran inside to
discover that Abu had accidently tripped on something on the floor and fell
down with six gold goblets having landed right on top of him.

And of course, that has suddenly caused Jasmine to realize that she would
rather be anyplace else other than within the palace of a Sultan, causing her
to sneak away from the others, step right into Aladdin's room and picked up
the lamp with the genie still inside of it.

And after she had rubbed the lamp, a cloud of smoke has poured itself out of
the lamp and taken the form of a blue humanoid male with a shower cap on his
head and a rubber duckie in his hand saying, "I don't believe it!It never
fails!I go take a shower, only to have it interrupted by a rub on the lamp!
Okay, Al!What is it you want this time?"

"Actually, Genie. It wasn't Aladdin who had rubbed the lamp," Jasmine had
said to the Genie after she had taken a deep breath and tapped on his blue
shoulder. "It was me. You see, I had done so with hopes of you ganting me
a very special wish."

But after he had heard what Jasmine has just said and made his shower cap
and rubber duckie disappear in a puff of blue smoke, the reluctant Genie
had turned his eyes towards the princess and said, "Oooohhhh, no.
Oh-ho-ho-hoooohhhh, no!Forget it, Jasmine!You're really barking up the
wrong tree here, Babe. I mean, I have a deal with the genie union on those
special wishes. The deal is that I don't do them, because if I were to do
them, they could only result in disaster."

"Look, Genie. I really do understand that you're reluctant about doing those
certain types of wishes," an understanding Jasmine has said to the Genie
after she has placed her gentle hand on top of his blue one. "But I did rub
the lamp and you must the wish of the one who has rubbed the lamp. So, would
you please grant me my special wish?"

And then, after he had looked at the sadness on Jasmine's face and realized
that it wouldn't be a good idea to disappoint her by refusing to grant her
wish, the reluctant Genie has taken a deep breath and said, "Okay, Jasmine.
I'll grant your special wish. What is it?"

"To be anyplace else, but here," a smiling Jasmine has answered the Genie's
question while she was standing perfectly still. "I just want to see and
experience what other wonders the whole world has to offer."

"Okay, then. Here we go... and I hope that Al and the genie union doesn't
find out about this," the Genie has said just before he had pointed his two
blue hands at Jasmine and fired a bolt of mystical energy at the princess,
causing her to disappear from the Sultan's palace.

Of course, where she had ended up was another story, for as soon as the blue
smoke has finally cleared, Jasmine's eyes had grown as wide as saucers,
because she had shockingly realized that she has been placed in a location
that was totally unknown to her, the modern-day City of New York.

And while she was trying to figure out how she was able to get herself out
of such a noisy nightmare and back home to her father, the Sultan and her
beloved Aladdin, a 1979 Ford Mustang has pulled up next to a confused
Jasmine, just before the driver's side window has been rolled down and a
strawberry-blonde beauty has looked at Jasmine and said, "Say, Sweetheart!
You must be new in this town! You need a place to crash for the night?"

And after she had figured out what the driver of the car was saying, a
wide-eyed Jasmine has slowly nodded her head in response to the female
stranger's question, causing the driver to open the door, get out of the
car and say, "Okay, then. Just climb on into the car and I'll take you
over to my place. By the way, my name's Shirley. What's your name?"

"Jasmine. My name is Jasmine," the confused princess has answered in
response to Shirley's question after they had placed themselves inside the
Ford Mustang and Shirley has started driving them all the way over to one
of the brownstone apartment complexes within the city.

And then, as soon as they had arrived at Shirley's place and the both of them
had gotten themselves out of the car, the two newfound friends had walked up
to and opened the front door, which has allowed both Shirley and Jasmine to
step inside the apartment, where they had suddenly started hearing some heavy
metal band music coming from one of the other rooms.

"Uh-oh, it sounds like Frank's home and into another one of his artistic
moods," a smiling Shirley has said just before she had rolled her eyes and
both she and Jasmine had followed the music to its source, which was Frank's
very own photography studio.

And after they had spotted a bare-ass naked curley blonde handsome young male
struting his stuff in front of a large mirror, Shirley has let out a small
giggle and said, "Hey, Frank!I see that you've gotten yourself bitten by the
artistic bug again!"

"You better believe it, Shirley-baby!" Frank has said to Shirley just before
he had turned around and noticed that she had brought a beautiful new friend
home with her. "And may I ask who is this vision of a beautiful love
goddess?"

"She said that her name's Jasmine and I've invited her to crash here for
the night," Shirley has answered Frank's question after she had hung her
blue-jean jacket up in the hall closet. "Is that okay with you, Frank?"

"That's so okay like you wouldn't believe, Shirley," a smiling Frank had
answered Shirley's question just before he had moved himself closer towards
a reluctant Jasmine and placed his gentle hand on her cheek. "Because you
had just brought back with you a whole new muse, for I now wish to produce
a new masterpiece... one that would be willing to capture the real Jasmine."

But then, just as she was about to move herself away from Frank and try to
explain how she had came into being there, Shirley has placed the tips of
her fingers on Jasmine's lips and said, "Sssshhhh. There's no need for
words. You also don't need to be afraid. It's going to be okay. All you
need to do now is just relax... and enjoy it."

And then, after they had helped Jasmine strip off all of her clothes and
placed her in front of a blue screen, Frank has placed himself behind his
camera and started taking some nude photos of his latest muse and stroking
his stiff cock.

And after Shirley has taken all of her clothes off and stared at what a
wonderfully-built body Jasmine has on her, Shirley has started pumping two
of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits
with the other hand.

That was before Shirley has moved herself over to Jasmine and started
licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch
and carressing her firm breasts, causing Jasmine to place her hands on
Shirley's bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh! What are you doing to me,
Shirley? Please don't do this! I don't want it! Stop it! Oooohhhh! Please,
Shirley! Don't stop! Yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Shirley! Touch me! Touch
me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, after Frank has stepped away from his camera, placed his stiff
cock inside Shirley's asshole and started sucking on Jasmine's tits, the
princess has suddenly realized that she was experiencing something that
she had never experienced with anyone in another era of time before, for
she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute
of it.

Just then, after Frank has placed his stone hard dick inside Jasmine's
snatch and started licking on Shirley's pussy, Jasmine has started sucking
on Shirley's tits, causing a sexually-energized Shirley to place her hands
on Jasmine's bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, FRANK! DO IT, JASMINE! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE
LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after they had started moving harder and faster and their
lovemaking was able to cast its final magic spell, the three newfound
bi-sexual lovers had came and colapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep
with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

That was before a sudden puff of blue smoke has appeared and transported
Jasmine back to her own era of time and the waiting arms of her father, the
Sultan and her own beloved Aladdin, who she had promissed never to complain
about being only a princess ever again.

As for the portrait that Frank has taken in order to capture the real
Jasmine, it has been sold to a local art gallery somewhere within the Big
Apple's very own Greenwhich Village district, where everyone would be able
gaze upon the subject's majestic beauty.

THE END!

    

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