A DELICIOUS PLOT
by Fanfic Fetishist
All characters copyrighted to Disney, used without permission for non-profit amusement reasons. 

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Agrabah...
Noon...
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	If one were to look up into the grand imperial palace around this time, one would be priveliged to see the Queen Jasmine, the most beautiful woman in Agrabah.  Married to the city's multi-time savior, Aladdin, who was now Sultan, she rarely ventured out anymore, her once athletic body growing chubby.  Ever since the final defeat of Mozenrath a year ago, things had settled down, nearly all the villains he had faced over the years either retiring or dying.  Those that remained had become fodder for the guards, whom Aladdin had trained in his own personal fighting style.  And aside from an incident involving a young hero from Greece being tricked into fighting Aladdin by a god of death and the ghost of Jafar, the city had been fairly quiet.  Aladdin and Jasmine spent a great deal of time in the palace now, simply savoring each other and ruling with wisdom, slowly making Agrabah a better place to live.  A truly ironic situation, since when she was younger, she wanted nothing more than to see the world, to have adventures.

	But now she was content, content to simply relax in the palace, doing what she could to help the people of Agrabah, the city she had grown up in and grown to love.  She lay on her terrance on a small bed set up for the purpose of sunning herself.  She lay contentedly, her pet tiger and longtime companion Rajah laying next to her, dreaming sweet dreams, his tail swishing back and forth.

	Deep within the palace, another of Jasmine's friends, a big, blue goofball of a genie called, well, Genie, was indulging himself in some experiments.  He knew the future, and occasionally manifested things that he found interesting.  And right now, he wanted pizza.  Turning himself into a stereotypical Italian chef, he mixed the dough, flipping it about easily and generally making a mess, but having a good time the whole time.  He could easily clean the mess up, so he concentrated instead on making his pizza, shredding the cheese and slicing the pepperoni, morphing his hands into the cooking tools needed.  Finally, when it was ready, he added several gumdrops to the mixture, and then created an oven and placed the pizza inside.  He licked his lips and grinned, eagerly awaiting his pizza.  But after a moment, he decided he was bored, and manifested a television and video game system, playing a game based on Aladdin's adventures.

	He never noticed the sultry, feminine figure sauntering up behind him.

	"You always were a fool, little genie," whispered a voice.  Genie looked up from his game, frowning.  He whirled, but there was no one there.

	He scowled.  "Not funny, whoever you are."

	"On the contrary, I think it's incredibly funny," the voice said, closer now.  Genie gulped nervously.  Something about that voice was familiar.  He morphed into a S.W.A.T. officer in full riot gear and replicated himself several dozen times, he and his clones pointing guns in various directions.  

	"All right, give yourself up!  We have this area secure!" Genie shouted, a bullhorn amplifying his voice.

	"The only thing secure is my victory," purred the voice.  Genie and his clones traded nervous looks, turning their guns into chainguns and rocket launchers.

	But still, in the end it didn't matter.

	In a flash of dark green energy, a beautiful woman appeared, clad in red, Egyptian-style garments that gave her the look of royalty.  Her body was covered in dusky brown fur, and her face was feline in appearance.  Her golden eyes glittered with malicious joy as she thrust her hand forward, her fingers digging deeply into Genie's chest.  Power radiated from claws, Genie screaming, his clones vanishing as he twisted in agony, his very essence being infused with this being's evil power, Genie barely having time to realize that he was up against the goddess of evil, Mirage.

	"I don't know why I didn't do this sooner," Mirage thought, speaking to herself as Genie's body transformed, his blue essence becoming a dark, bloody red, like Jafar's.  Roughly, Mirage withdrew her claw, and shook off the excessive magic energy.  Genie moaned softly, slumping over, the golden bands on his arms turning black, his lamp, which was laying nearby, changing to a deep, dark obsidian.

	Mirage chuckled, and said, "Arise, my servant.  My wicked Djinn."

	Genie's eyes, now a glowing black, snapped open.  He stood up, clasping his hands and bowing to Mirage.  "What is your wish, my mistress?"

	"Follow me.  Take care of any guards we meet on the way, I want to save all my energies for our primary goal."

	She turned and sauntered out, her hips swaying sexily.  Genie, his mind corrupted, smirked as he eyed her firm rump appreciatively for a moment, before following after her.

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Ten minutes later...
Jasmine's private quarters...
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	Jasmine sighed as she sat in the sunlight of her balcony, debating on sleeping their the whole day.  Rajah lay curled up at her feet, murring contentedly as Jasmine idly stroked his ears.  But suddenly, Rajah's picked up a strange scent.  He looked up, sniffing the air, and growled.  He knew that scent.

	"Rajah, what is it?"  

	The tiger snarled, and slowly stalked towards the door.  Jasmine reached for her whip, which she still kept underneath her bedpillows in case of emergency (or Aladdin feeling kinky), and brought it out, ready to lash the face off of whomever had caught Rajah's attention.  Although she really wished Aladdin was here.  She was no pushover, and was just as much of a warrior as Aladdin himself, but she still would feel a lot more comfortable with her hero husband by her side.

	Her fears were justified a moment later, when the glass statue that used to be the head guardsman Razoul flew into her bedchamber, shattering into a million pieces.  Jasmine screamed, jumping back, as Rajah lunged forward.  A massive red hand grabbed the cat out of the air, turning Rajah to glass and preparing to smash him as well.  But then a familiar voice spoke up, one Jasmine hadn't heard in years and hoped she would never hear again.

	"Don't shatter him, slave.  Send him back to Morbia.  I have use for that MAGNIFICENT beast later on."

	"Mirage..." Jasmine said, shivering.

	The sexy catwoman sauntered in, Jasmine's heart falling as she saw the enslaved Genie come in after her, grinning lavaciously.  

	"That's right, princess.  I've come to finish you off for good, and make your dear prince Aladdin watch me do it.  I've already taken Genie, his best friend, as my slave, and that cat of yours will make a fine lovetoy once I give him his... 're-education.'  But you, my dear," she said, laughing wickedly as she glided over towards her, "you don't live past today."  

	Jasmine swallowed hard, and lashed her whip towards the goddess, but the moment it made contact with Mirage's fur, it dissolved into a cloud of feathers.

	Jasmine, not wanting to give up without a fight, leaped up off of her bed, flipping into a flying kick.  Mirage simply held out her hand, a blast of energy sending Jasmine flying.  She landed hard, skidding until her head banged against her balcony railing, knocking her out.  Mirage laughed triumphantly, and lifted the princess up telekinetically, levitating her back over to the bed.

	"Poor, poor Princess Jasmine," Mirage said, chuckling.  She gestured, creating a window of magic, showing her an image of Getzistan.  Aladdin was conducting business there with the sultan of the casino city, wrapped up in his work, when the window appeared in midair.  

	"MIRAGE!! What do you want!?" Aladdin demanded angrily.

	"Watch and learn, Aladdin.  Watch and learn the price of opposing Mirage," she said.  Without waiting to see his reaction, she sauntered over to Jasmine's unconcious form, shredding her clothes with a slash of magical energy, removing her necklaces and setting them aside.

	Licking her lips, she crouched near Jasmine's feet, brushing aside bits of her shoes that remained.  Purring softly, Mirage picked up the princesses dainty feet, and licked them, the soft, tender flavor making her mouth water.  Jasmine stirred under Mirage's touch as she placed the princess's feet into her muzzle, which expanded as she pushed them fully in.  And then she swallowed, her neck bulging out as Jasmine's feet slipped inside, the princess beginning to be dragged down her bed into Mirage's muzzle.

	Aladdin froze, watching in horror as the love of his life slowly slid down Mirage's throat, each swallow making more of the princess move down into Mirage's body.  Her neck and chest distorted and expanded as Jasmine's smooth, well-tanned legs slid down the catwoman's throat, Aladdin twitching with each movement Mirage's gullet.

	Mirage almost moaned in ecstacy as she tasted Jasmine's soft, tender flesh, made chubby from the past few years of inaction.  Her mouth was stretched tremendously as she swallowed her thick thighs, her stomach starting to fill up as Jasmine's feet slipped into it.  A few more swallows, and Jasmine's thick, juicy legs had passed fully into her throat, her curvy rump slipping into the catwoman's maw with a pop, Mirage's jaw dislocating to make it easier for her to devour the princess.  She grabbed Jasmine's hands and stuffed them in next to her hips, alongside her long ponytail..

	By this point, the consistant jostling and tugging from Mirage's swallowing had started to wake Jasmine up.  Slowly she stirred, her thoughts muddled, a sharp, stabbing pain in her head from where she had hit herself.  

	"Wha... What's going on..."

	Mirage grinned around her meal, and swallowed again.  She pressed her tongue up between Jasmine's legs, tasting her forbidden regions, elicting a gasp from the princess, causing her to arch her back in sudden pleasure.  That brought Jasmine fully back to her senses as another swallow took her hips and hands fully into Mirage's gullet, the catwoman's belly stretching out as Jasmine's legs started to fold up inside of her.  

	Jasmine stared down into Mirage's eyes, a chuckle gurgling up from her tightly stretched gullet as she swallowed again, dragging Jasmine further down into her bulging, dusky-furred belly.  The princess struggled futiley, Mirage's strong throat muscles rippling around her as she was pulled ever downward to her doom.  She shook her body back and forth violently, trying to free herself, but all she ended up doing was turning herself over in Mirage's jaws.

	Good, Mirage thought, I get to taste those breasts of hers. She laughed inwardly as Jasmine wriggled about inside her throat, her stomach expanding as Jasmine's legs folded up inside her.  Tears began to flow down Jasmine's face as she thrashed back and forth as desperately as she could, struggling in vain to get free.  Mirage grabbed Jasmine's shoulders and pushed, Jasmine's soft belly slipping into her maw.  Jasmine moaned as Mirage's tongue slipped out to lick the undersides of her breasts, which quickly popped into her mouth as Mirage pushed her deeper.  She caught sight of the magical window, Aladdin watching the horrifying spectacle before him, and screamed to help, begging him for help.  

	This shook him out of his shocked state.  "JASMINE!!" he shouted.  He tried to reach through the window to get to the palace, but the magical energies stunned him, sending him flying back.  

	Mirage rolled her eyes and purred, her long, rough feline tongue running over Jasmine's breasts.  Jasmine moaned, shivering in a mix of fear and pleasure, feeling her nipples grow hard as Mirage lapped at them.  Finally, Mirage shoved Jasmine's shoulders completely into her maw.  The catgirl moaned, happily rubbing her tremendously stretched stomach as she paused to catch her breath for a moment.  She crawled forward, arranging herself so that Jasmine was looking directly into Aladdin's eyes as she vanished into her gullet.

	The two lovers stared helplessly into each other's eyes as Mirage swallowed again and again.  Soon, Mirage's mouth was completely framing Jasmine's face.  

	"I love you," Jasmine said, her voice a choked whisper.

	"Jasmine..." Aladdin said, the agony in his voice clearly audible.  

	Mirage's mouth slowly closed over Jasmine's beautiful face, enclosing in completely in darkness.  Jasmine whimpered as Mirage's sharp-toothed jaws closed around her, enclosing her totally in her muscular throat and jaws, the catwoman's hot, warm breath stifling in the tight, enclosed space.  She wriggled once more, out of petulance more than any hope of escape, and felt Mirage swallow one last time, her head being roughly pulled into Mirage's gullet.  She whimpered as her face was mashed up against the walls of Mirage's throat, stopping at Mirage's chest.  She could hear the powerful heartbeat of the cat goddess, the workings of her lungs.  If she weren't in such a dire situation, she more than likely would have been fascinated by it.  

	But she didn't have time to listen long, as another powerful movement of Mirage's throat pushed her downward again.  She winced as she passed through a tight ring of muscle into a hot, squishy, and incredibly moist sac.  She struggled about for a moment, but the only position she could take was a fetal position.

	Whimpering softly, she curled up and waited to die.  The muscled walls of the stomach kept pushing at her, churning and squeezing, forcing her to readjust herself every few moments as she tried to get comfortable.  She felt Mirage's stomach shifting about as she rolled herself over, most likely to lay on her bed.  She listened, hearing muffled sounds from Mirage, and then hearing her maniacal laughter quite clearly.  

	Curiosity overcame her.  "What's going on?" she asked, her voice a whisper from the musky air inside the catwoman's stomach.

	Mirage licked her lips and chuckled, caressing her tremendously bloated belly, Jasmine's outline clearly visible inside her gut, Genie waiting patiently for his next orders.  Mirage blinked, her sensitive ears picking up Jasmine's questions, and laughed.  

	"Oh, nothing much.  I taunted him, Aladdin vowed vengeance, and now he's on his way here.  But with Genie enslaved, all he has is that little carpet.  And unlike Jafar, I can't be tricked into becoming a Genie.  And aside from THAT, we'll be long gone before he and that stupid carpet can get here."

	Jasmine winced as an especially strong contraction squeezed her, and she thought she felt a rib crack.  A sticky, clingy liquid was seeping through the walls of Jasmine's stomach, burning her badly at it broke down her flesh.  "And what happens to me?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

	Mirage belched loudly, smacking her lips happily, and Jasmine shivered as a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her as the air was partially sucked out of Mirage's stomach.  Mirage grinned at her bloated belly, poking Jasmine in the rump and saying "You are going to be digested into my body.  And you'll probably go straight to my hips.  I'll decide what to do with your soul later, since I get that in this bargain."

	Mirage grinned, licking her lips and belching again.  "But if it helps, you are the most delicious person I've eaten in centuries."

	Jasmine just cried, whimpering in pain.  The stomach was churning steadily, more and more digestive fluids seeping into the stomach and stripping the flesh from the princess's body.  She was grateful when she passed out from lack of air inside the stomach, so she wouldn't have to feel the agony of being digested totally.

	Mirage felt Jasmine go still and frowned.  "Oh well.  I still have her soul to torment," she said, grinning and stretching, her huge, princess-filled belly weighing her down heavily on the bed.  She purred, rubbing it contentedly, feeling it gurgle and slosh as it worked to digest the princess.  

	"All in all, I think this was a good day," she said, "I achieved vengeance, Aladdin shall be tormented forever by the loss of his best friend and his lover, and I got a damn fine meal out of it."

	"Your victory was inevitable, my lady, for thou art the most evil of evil cat peoples" Genie said, bowing grandly and turning into an English butler, retaining his sense of humor despite his corruption and enslavement to Mirage.

	Mirage chuckled.  "Grab Rajah, slave.  It's time to go home."

	Genie nodded, picking up the glass statue that he turned Rajah into.  Mirage gestured, and they all vanished in a flash of green energy.

	A few minutes later, Aladdin arrived on Carpet with Abu and Iago.  He looked around for any sign of Mirage, his sword at the ready.  But all he found was a note written in hieroglyphics.  Iago translated it.

	"Your genie is my slave, your princess my meal.  This time I win for good.  Mirage."

	Aladdin's scream of rage and despair echoed throughout all of Agrabah.

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THE END
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