Hi
It is time for my new picture update, and this time t is Jasmine who is about to be eaten. I am a bit bust writing another story for Fanficion.net so I have therefore asked my friend DrakentheBlack to write the accompanying story this time. Thank you Draken :3
I am not sure if this is just me, but his story reminds me ever so slightly about Halloween stories when I come to think about it. Or maybe it just is the season that makes me think so.

Please read and tell us what you think^^

Story……………………………………….

Careful what you wish for

It had been a year since Jasmine had married Aladdin. Though they had spent quite a bit of time together initially, Aladdin was pulled away by her father in order to be taught how to be the sultan – given that the boy started as a street rat, he’d need quite a bit of training to learn how to govern the people of Agrabah.

Jasmine had tried to speak with Aladdin whenever he would come to her chamber for the evening, but he was so tired and irritated that he hardly wanted to be with her. It was scary for her, as if it were a side of her husband that she was unaware of when she insisted on marrying him. She began to doubt her choice, feeling that she’d locked herself into the nightmare she’d tried so hard to avoid.

If only Jafar had gotten her that lamp like she blackmailed him to do…

But there was nothing she could do about it now. She could only grit her teeth and hope that things would get better with time.


One day, the guards returned from the outskirts of the city, dragging numerous bandits and thieves along with them. Jasmine had the displeasure of passing them while they were on their way to the dungeon, and kept her distance as one of them got riled up and struggled in his manacles. Something fell from his bag during his struggles, but the guards did not notice it as they were more focused on getting the prisoner under control. Jasmine noticed it though, but couldn’t believe her eyes. She quickly swiped the ‘stolen’ item off the ground and hurried away before anyone gave her attention.


When Jasmine reached the garden, she finally got a better look at what she picked up, an oil lamp, black and glassy as obsidian, just like the one… it couldn’t be! This was Jafar’s lamp! There was one way to find out for sure. If it was just her imagination, then this was just a fancy piece of decoration; if not… she doubted that could be the case, and she rubbed the lamp.

At her contact, the lamp became incredibly warm, and red smoke spewed from the funnel. The next thing she knew, she was standing before a giant red djinn! It was Jafar!

“Well princess, long time no see.” He said to her mockingly, glaring at her with his burning yellow eyes.

Jasmine was shaking with fear, not believing the former advisor was really happy to see her. Then again, she was holding his lamp. At genie at her command! It seemed Jafar had completed his task afterall, though maybe not as either of them had intended.

She took a breath to collect herself, then shouted, “Jafar! I have summoned you, now you shall grant my wish!”

The genie crossed his muscular arms, “And why would I do anything for you?” She gestured to the lamp in her hands, indicating who his current master was. He sneered, flashing his fangs at her, and he asked, “What is your wish?”

“Oh no, I know the rules. I get three wishes!”

“Fine, your first wish!”

Jasmine decided she wanted to further humiliate him and ordered him to do a song and dance routine. The genie, reluctantly, performed for her. Once that wish had been completed, she decided she shouldn’t be so wasteful with her remaining wishes, and decided to get straight to the point. “Genie! I wish to become sultan!”

At that wish, Jafar stroked his beard, and then a cruel smirk curled his lips as he said, “Your wish is my command.” He snapped his fingers, and his magic went to work. Jasmine was confused, not feeling any different, and she asked, “What did you do?”

“I caused a little, ‘accident’. Don’t worry, you’ll find all those in line to be sultan have been removed from your way.”

Terrified by what he meant, Jasmine ran into the palace to find her husband and father. She found them in the throne room. Aladdin laid on the floor, drenched in his own blood, and her father sat on his throne with a knife in his heart. Jasmine pulled the knife from her father, and then his small hand grabbed her wrist. “Jasmine… why?” he gasped and then died. That was when the palace guards walked in.

“Murder!” They exclaimed, seeing the knife in Jasmine’s hand, “Stop right there!” Jasmine knew the laws, and princess or no, assassinating the sultan would not be good for her. She ran as fast as she could, hurrying back to the garden to get to Jafar and try to fix this.

The red genie was still hovering outside of his lamp when Jasmine arrived, and he asked, “So Sultan, how did your wish work out for you?”
“Undo it! I wish my father and husband back to life!”

“Sorry, I can’t bring people back from the dead.”

Frustrated, Jasmine cursed herself for ever finding the lamp. There had to be something she could wish for to fix this. The guards were coming, she was running out of time to think. That was when Jafar said, “They’re coming for you. You’d better run and hide while you still have the chance.”

That was it! Jasmine got on her knees and begged, “Don’t let them find me Jafar! Don’t let them…”

“Don’t worry princess. I’ll make sure no one ever finds you.”

He pointed his finger at a fountain, and with a zap of magic, lily pads sprouted from the fountain and grew across the garden to separate the princess from the guards with a wall of vines. The princess gave a sigh of relief, but that was when something else emerged from the fountain. At first it looked like a frog, but as Jafar’s magic took over, she saw it become much larger, stand upright, and become covered with hard green scales.

As the frog monster approached Jasmine, she asked, “What is this Jafar?”

“Just a little assistant, making sure to fulfill your wish.”

The monster grabbed Jasmine, slipped its claws into her dress, and ripped the thin garments from her body. The princess screamed and struggled in the strong grasp, and shrieked in disgust as its tongue licked up her naked flesh. “Stop it Jafar! Make it release me!”

Jafar laughed at her command, then shook his finger as he replied, “Sorry princess, but you’re out of wishes.”

The princess screamed as she was shoved head-first into the mouth of the frog/gator monster. The sharp teeth lining its mouth might have skewered her flesh, but instead of biting down, the monster just opened its mouth wider. She tried to push herself out, but a ‘hand’ just gripped her under her rear and between her legs to push her further in. A couple of claws slipped into her crotch, spreading her lovely lips and twisting all about as the monster worked to cram her into its maw.

Once her head and shoulders were lodged in its throat, the claws withdrew from her pussy, leaving a trail of love juice between them. The mouth then closed, the frog’s pouch expanding to match her form as she was squeezed between the jaws. Only her toes were left visibly wiggling between squishy lips, while inside the slimy mouth the tongue went to work on savoring flavors claws had brought from her sex.

When the predator was satisfied, the predator swallowed a few times, sqeezing the curled up form of the princess down its throat and into its belly. The monster’s gut bloated out with the lovely meat that filled it, and it burped while it gave its belly a rub, even as its contents caused the bulge to bounce and jiggle.

With the meal concluded, the monster began to transform from its horrifying appearance. It shrank until it was once again a normal frog.


The guards managed to cut through the vines with their sword, and moved into the garden to apprehend the princess. There was nobody there. “Spread out! Search the ground! Find her!” The commander of the guard ordered as they began their search for the murderer of their sultan. They found nothing as they ran through the garden. Their actions kicked an old lamp across the stone ground, startled a flock of birds to fly away, and caused a fat frog to jump from the lip of a fountain into the safety of its water.

Just as she wished though, Jasmine was never found.

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