Aladdin: Multiple Pairings
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katleeptTitle: "Aladdin's Choices"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary:
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, Het, Beastality, Carpetality
Word Count (excluding heading): 1,066
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, Carpet, Abu, and Jasmine are © & TM Disney, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"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
Title: "Arabian Heat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to sexual content
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Het, Kink
Word Count: 472
Date Written: 20 August, 2011
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, Carpet, Jasmine, Rajah, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Disney, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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
Title: "Rub Me The Right Way"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Het
Word Count: 1,474
Date Written: 31 July, 2011
Challenge: DiteysBlessings LJ comm's monthly challenge for Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle"
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Disney, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary:
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, Het, Beastality, Carpetality
Word Count (excluding heading): 1,066
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, Carpet, Abu, and Jasmine are © & TM Disney, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"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
Title: "Arabian Heat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to sexual content
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Het, Kink
Word Count: 472
Date Written: 20 August, 2011
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, Carpet, Jasmine, Rajah, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Disney, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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
Title: "Rub Me The Right Way"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Het
Word Count: 1,474
Date Written: 31 July, 2011
Challenge: DiteysBlessings LJ comm's monthly challenge for Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle"
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Genie, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Disney, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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
