Make a Wish (Aladdin)

Make a Wish (Aladdin)

A/N: Make a Wish was a commissioned one shot originally written back in September of 2020. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!

Summary: Genie breaks free of the lamp before either Aladdin or Jafar can get their grubby hands on it. This changes things.

Themes: Big Dick, Mind Break, Master/Slave

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With a flying leap, Aladdin just barely manages to get his fingers on the next rock outcropping, even as the one behind him gives way. Gasping for breath, the young Arabian man pants heavily as he slowly pulls himself up onto the platform. There, before him, is the ultimate prize, what he'd been tossed into this cave and told to get at all costs.

The lamp is certainly shiny, albeit a bit covered in dust. Furrowing his brow, Aladdin snatches it off of it's pedestal and gives it a quick rub down. Nothing happens, of course, except for the fact that his efforts reveal just how shiningly golden the lamp is. But at the end of the day, it's still just a lamp.

Part of him wonders how this thing could possibly be worth it. He'd been warned, under threat of death, not to touch anything else in the cave. He and Abu had been very careful to obey that rule. However, this lamp... what was so special about it? Well, if it earned him his life and his freedom, he supposed he couldn't really complain, right?

Letting out a low sigh, Aladdin puts the lamp in his teeth and begins making his way back down from his precarious perch. He needs both hands to do so, but in the end it's easy enough, and he makes it to the floor just in time to grab his monkey friend by the back of his jacket, yanking Abu away from the gem that the little thief was about to grab. Not that Aladdin minded Abu's thieving ways most of the time, it was just NOT a good idea this time.

As a result of this interference, the two of them make it out of the Cave of Wonders no sweat, meeting the old man at the cave entrance.

"Here you go, old man. One golden lamp. Uh, hope this makes us square."

Tossing the lamp over, he watches as long gnarled fingers lance out and grab hold of it. For a moment, the old hunched-over man seems to be awestruck. Then, he pulls a bag from his belt and tosses it Aladdin's way. The street urchin catches it, more than a little surprised to actually get paid for this. The gold inside surprises him even more. It's by no means a princely sum... but it would be enough for him to survive off of for a long time to come, and more than that, he might just be able to build a life from-

"... Nothing's happening."

Torn from his thoughts by the distinctly rich masculine voice coming from the so-called 'old man', Aladdin blinks as he looks up to see his rescuer rubbing insistently at the lamp. Misunderstanding what was going on, the street urchin tries to be helpful.

"Oh, uh, yeah I already cleaned it off for ya. Lots of dust, but I got most of it I think."

Before he can even react, the old man has closed the distance between them, golden eyes glaring out from between the face wrappings he has on as he grabs Aladdin with a strength that the younger Arab wasn't expecting.

"You! YOU RUBBED THE LAMP?! What happened?! Where did it go?!"

Being shaken by a surprisingly strong old guy was not conducive to maintaining a steady train of thought, but Aladdin did his best to answer all the same.

"I just cleaned it up old man! Nothing happened, it's just a lamp!"

For a long moment, those eyes search Aladdin's face, before finally, he's released. Slowly, Aladdin and Abu creep back as the old man collapses to his knees there in the sand, looking down at the lamp almost brokenly. Before he got his wits about him and demanded his gold back, the street urchin bolted. Best to get out while the going was good.

At the same time this was happening, there was a steady stream of people entering Agrabah. Among those people was a hooded man sporting a goatee, his hands hidden in his sleeves and his eyes hidden beneath his hood. He had no belongings that anyone could see, no pack to make it clear he was a traveler from a far away land, no armor or weapons to make it seem like he was a mercenary.

He wore nothing but his robe as he walked into Agrabah. And yet, he was the most powerful, most wondrous thing to happen to the city in it's entire history. Because this universe, this timeline... it did not diverge when Aladdin managed to pull Abu back from his attempted theft in the Cave of Wonders. No, it diverged before that, when a certain force of phenomenal cosmic power managed to break free of his restraints after ten thousand long years in captivity.

For you see, in the end the lamp was but a mortal construct, and nothing made by men lasts forever. The creature it was designed to hold, on the other hand, was much, much more than that. That wasn't to say the magical lamp didn't do it's job, because it did. But at the end of the day, ten thousand years is a long time. Certainly good enough by mortal standards. And yet, at some point down the line... time runs out.

And so, the Genie steps foot into Agrabah, unchained and unfettered for the first time in a long time. As he does so, as he finds himself walking free among the humans surrounding him, a slow, wide smile spreads across his face.

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A few weeks after the events outlined previously, a certain Princess walks at a clipped pace with her hood up and her head down. Dressed in commoner's drab, Jasmine can only hope she'll be able to hide from the Palace Guards a bit better this time then last time. Unfortunately, she doubts she'll run into that helpful street urchin again, given Jafar said he'd been executed.

Jafar... the Royal Vizier had gone too far. And yet, Princess Jasmine didn't know what to do! She was just grateful that she'd caught him in the act, before he could do what he'd done to the others, to her! When her father, the Sultan, had first announced that Jasmine and Jafar were to be wed, Jasmine had been absolutely shocked.

She was to be married to a Prince, that was what she'd been told all her life. Now, needless to say, Jasmine would have preferred to rule on her own merits instead, but that wasn't precisely in the cards given her gender. And she hated that, she really did... there just didn't seem to be anything she could do about it.

But Jafar? A Royal Vizier was not a Prince. Everything had been made clear for the young Arabian woman when she'd caught Jafar using his magics on the guards the very next day. Hidden behind a corner, Jasmine had witnessed Jafar mesmerizing and hypnotizing an entire group of Palace Guards. She'd watched them sway drunkenly on their feet, their eyes glazed over as he'd given them their orders and confirmed their first loyalty was to HIM rather than her father and her.

Then, she'd watched as they all came out of it, snapping to attention and saluting Jafar before going on with their day. It was immediately apparent to a smart girl like Jasmine what Jafar had done, and that he'd done it to her father as well. And that meant it was only a matter of time before he got around to her as well, whether he intended to take her tomorrow or wait until their wedding night.

All Jasmine knew was that she had to get away. And get away she had, fleeing from the Palace within the hour. She'd spent a day in the city since, unsure of what to do with herself. Her belly was rumbling, but she was afraid that she'd be caught stealing and draw undue attention to herself. She couldn't afford to be caught this time, not by a bunch of Palace Guards that were more loyal to Jafar then her and her father. If they didn't kill her outright, they'd taken her to the Royal Vizier so he could finish his bloodless coup by... by having her marry him 'willingly'.

Jasmine refused to be a puppet... which was why she was making her way towards a brothel of all places, having heard rumors over the last day that she wanted to believe were true, that she had hope would answer all her worries. The rumors spoke of another sorcerer in the city, one that seemed to be comparable to Jafar himself, if the talk of granted wishes were true.

As she arrives in front of the brothel, Jasmine can't help but feel a little flustered. She's a Princess, after all, not a whore. She's never even seen a man naked before, never mind done any of t-that. She's also never BEEN seen naked by a man before. It's... and yet, what other choice does she really have? Gathering her courage, Jasmine makes to step forward, only to nearly be bowled over as a woman comes racing out, looking absolutely fucking amazing.

Jasmine rears back and lets the woman pass, and yet, she can't help it that her eyes follow her. From her chest to her waistline to her ass... the woman is the most gorgeous thing that Jasmine has ever seen. Certainly prettier then her, and she's... well, she likes to think she's fairly gorgeous, for all that she tries not to get too big of a head.

It's kind of hard to have body issues when you spend your entire life being told how pretty you are though. Jasmine knows she's beautiful... and yet, she can't help but feel a flash of insecurity when instinctively comparing herself to this woman. Said woman doesn't stop for a moment though, doesn't even so much as throw her a glance... instead, she's around the corner and out of Jasmine's sight in seconds.

Shuffling nervously from foot to foot, Jasmine hesitates in case someone else is about to rush out of the brothel... but in the end, no one does, so she steps inside. It's certainly not the sort of place that a Princess should be, and she shies away from a lot of what's going on even in the front room. She does notice, however, that most of the brothel's girls are nearly as gorgeous as the woman who just rushed by her.

"Oh? What can I do for you, honey? I'm afraid we don't need any new girls at the moment. We've been getting volunteers for days now!"

Pressing her lips tightly together at the thought of whoring, reminding herself that the Brothel Madam doesn't know who she truly is, of course, Jasmine shakes her head.

"I'm here to meet with the Sorcerer. I was told he could be found here?"

The madam pauses at that, cocking her head to the side.

"You mean Genie? Well, he is here... and I suppose you are his type..."

Jasmine shivered a little, not liking the sound of that. But in the end, it looked like it was going to get her into a meeting with the man, at the very least. It did leave her wondering precisely what she'd have to give up to get this Sorcerer to fight the Royal Vizier for her though. In the end, she follows the madam up the stairs silently, until finally they arrive at a particular door.

"Go on in then, girl. Be prepared to surrender it all if you want a taste of his magic."

There's an easy smirk on the brothel madam's face at that, even as she walks away, a sway to her hips that draws the eye to her glorious backside. Jasmine jerks her own gaze away from it after a moment, face burning. In the end, the Arabian Princess pushes into the room and quickly closes the door behind her, not wanting to risk being caught out in the hall a moment longer.

Inside, there's a man. He's a well built man, with a broad chest and strong shoulders. He reminds her a little of the Captain of the Guard, Razoul. At least, in size. Unlike Razoul, however, he doesn't have jowls from over-eating of rich foods. As physically active as the Captain is, he's still just shy of overweight. Regardless, he's looking at her now, and Jasmine squirms as she watches his gaze go up and down her body. It's clear that he likes what he sees, even to one such as her.

Enough was enough, she couldn't hope to negotiate from a position of strength if she didn't at least reveal her identity here. And so Jasmine throws back her hood, exposing her features to the Sorcerer called Genie... only to get no reaction whatsoever, besides a slight rising of his brow.

"You've certainly got a pretty face."

Sputtering, Jasmine's hands clench into fists.

"D-Do you not know who I am? At the very least, recognize the circlet upon my brow!"

His eyes go up to her crown and widen slightly. Something like avarice and desire beyond what was already in his gaze fills them then.

"Oh-ho! A Princess then!"

Growling, Jasmine stomps forward, speaking hurriedly and quietly.

"THE Princess, in fact. I am Princess Jasmine of Agrabah, and I need your help, Sir Sorcerer. The Royal Vizier has hypnotized my father and the Palace Guard and-!"

Genie holds up a hand and Jasmine falls silent, only to be a little surprised a second later at the sheer AUTHORITY that this man exudes, to be able to command her and her instinctively listen.

"Quick correction, I ain't no sorcerer, honey."

Jasmine's heart falls at that.

"You're not? T-They say you can grant wishes... that you can do magic!"

"Well sure... that's because I'm the Genie, baby! Of course I can do magic!"

And then he rises from the lounge he'd been, well, lounging on, and snaps his fingers. Jasmine goes stock still as right before her widening eyes, the man transforms into something clearly inhuman. Oh, his general shape remains the same. He keeps his arms and legs. But the blue skin tone isn't something she's ever seen on anyone before, and when she accidentally looks into his eyes, it's almost like she's staring into spiraling stars of some sort. She very nearly gets lost in those eyes, before she manages to tear herself away.

Even still, even knowing what she now knows...

"I-I still require your help, Sir Genie. The Royal Vizier IS a sorcerer... and to fight magic, I will need magic on my side."

"Mm, nah."

"W-What?!"

"I said no. I'm not looking to fight anyone. And if you want to make a wish, you gotta play by my rules, honey bunch."

Jasmine's brow furrows at that, already feeling mentally exhausted at this point. Dealing with this... this Genie was a series of ups and downs without end.

"What are your rules?"

Grinning, Genie does a twirl, one that brings him closer to her and leaves him looming over her. He really is quite large up close... and then, without warning, he reaches for the waistband of his pants and YANKS them down. Jasmine's eyes travel downwards as well in response, instinctively drawn to the movement... and her gaze lands upon the biggest (and bluest) cock she's ever seen.

It's also the only cock she's ever seen, but even still, even a naïve, innocent Princess like Jasmine has fantasized a little bit, has thought about it. She knows how sex works, at the very least, and the thought of Genie's thing going inside of her fills her with fear. Fear that leaves her frozen in place when confronted by his massive member, mere inches from her at this point.

"Simple, really! You wanna make a wish, you gotta rub my cock until I'm nice and hard. Then you make your wish. But if you want your wish to come TRUE... you have to give up a hole."

Blinking dumbly, the Princess stares up at Genie in blatant confusion. She'd followed up until that last part.

"A-A hole?"

"With pleasure, Princess."

And then he starts to BOUNCE her, and all hope of regaining coherency leaves Jasmine's head as she shrieks and squeals and begins to CUM on his cock. It's her first orgasm with a man, and yet it's quickly surpassed by a second, and then a third, and then a fourth. Jasmine soon loses track, but the one thing that the young woman knows for sure is this... it feels MUCH better on Genie's cock then it ever did with her own fingers.

Because of course she'd masturbated before. Even a naïve, innocent, sheltered Princess like Jasmine had played with herself. And she'd even reached what she thought was a release. But those pitiful orgasms were NOTHING compared to the mind-numbing, mind-melting climaxes that Genie's womb-fucker of a cock was forcing from her now.

"S-Sho good! It's sho good! Yesh! More! More!"

Jasmine's words are slurred, but Genie still hears them over the rapid-fire thrusting he's doing up into her, even as he SLAMS her down onto his dick again and again.

"Tell me how you really feel, Princess!"

Jasmine's feverish, beleaguered mind takes it as a command, and before she can think better of herself, she's getting just a bit too into things.

"I love it! I love your dick! Don't stop fucking me, Genie! Oh GOD YESH! I want your cock! I want you inside of me! F-Fuck me like one of your whores! Treat me l-like prostitute!"

Her dirty talk could use some work, but then, what could anyone expect from a sheltered little Princess? The words spilling from her parted pillowy lips were the truth though, the sheer unadulterated, wholly honest truth, and that alone was enough to make the self-degradation that the Princess was now eagerly engaging in wholly worth it.

His cock feels so good pushed up inside of her. He's rearranging her insides with every bounce. And yet, there's no pain, no agony. She's not dying from being fucked by a massive meaty rod that by all accounts should have spitted her like a pig about to be roasted over an open fire. The thought of his massive, magnificent cock punching through her womb and up into her gullet and then even out her mouth... it fills Jasmine's mind for a brief moment, and she's ashamed to admit, she cums to the incredibly horrifying, but also incredibly debauched image.

But that's not happening anyways. Genie is taking care of her. He's keeping her safe from harm. She understands that now, but she's also under such a barrage of pleasure... her body might be protected, but her mind... her mind is less than safe. The woman who is supposed to be Princess Jasmine has never felt like this before. Her thoughts are cracking, fracturing, shattering. Her mind and very sense of self are... flaking away.

"YESH! YESH! YESH!"

All she's becoming is a collection of holes to be fucked. It feels so good, she doesn't want it to end. She NEVER wants this to end.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Genie cums and he does so inside of her, filling her womb to the brim and then some. She doesn't burst though like she feels she should. She can't say for sure where it all goes, because it feels like he cums more than her small nubile form should be able to handle. But in the end, he pulls her off of his cock and sits her down on the couch, finished with her.

Then he snaps his fingers.

"Wish granted. And let me tell you, Princess, you earned it. You did NOT disappoint."

She knew, just like with the first wish, that he was telling the truth. She could feel it, the rules had fundamentally changed, she was going to be the next Sultan now, barring any unforeseen circumstances. She was entitled to the position now because she was her father's only child, and it didn't matter that she was a girl instead of a boy. She was his heiress... his heir.

And yet... and yet...

"You s-said... you said t-three wishes, r-right..."

Slowly, Jasmine slips off of the lounge and onto the floor. She positions herself on her hands and knees, and even as his cum seeps out of her cunt, she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks apart to reveal her puckered back door, the final hole she has to offer.

"One... one more wish..."

She positively moans it out, as she offers him anal. Genie stares at her, nonplussed. But as she looks back at him with heavily lidded eyes, it's to see his cock already growing hard without even needing to be rubbed again.

"Oh? Surprise after surprise, Princess... you really are something else."

Standing up, the blue being steps over to her and drops to his knees. This still places his massive cock above her shaking ass, where he slaps it down across her backside.

"You've got my interest, Princess. So, either speak your third and final wish so I can fuck this fine royal ass to kingdom cum... or get the fuck out."

Now or never. Lashes fluttering, Jasmine, or rather the broken thing that the Princess has become, says what's on her mind.

"I wish... I wish that you were the Sultan, and that I was your sex slave for the rest of my days."

For a moment, Genie is quiet and through the haze that's fallen over Jasmine's mind, she feels a spike of fear that he'll reject her wish. That fear in turn causes her to start to doubt herself... just in time for Genie's hands to take over the spreading of her ass cheeks as he drives his gargantuan blue cock right up her fine, tight, virgin ASS!

Jasmine's shriek is explosive and bounces across the room as she screams from the sensation of being split open by his cock. Once again, there's no pain... but the sensation alone is just indescribable. Her mouth, her cunt... those were one thing, it seemed. Having her ass stretched wide by Genie's pillar of cock meat was something else entirely.

Collapsing forward onto her face and tits, Jasmine continues to holler and squeal and shriek as she kneels there getting plowed anally by the magnificent blue being and his majestic blue cock. So big, so fucking big, and all she can do is squeal and scream.

SMACK!

... Until he spanks her. His hand comes down on her tanned buttocks, and the Arabian Princess shudders as an orgasm immediately rips through her freshly-fucked cunt. Her body shakes and spasms, but surprisingly, the spanking provides clarity.

"Fuck you're a loud little thing, Princess! Keep it down, honey. People are trying to sleep, haha!"

Somehow, Jasmine doubted that. She doubted that very much. But hey, she'd just wished to become Genie's sex slave for the rest of her life, and while Jasmine had no experience being a sex slave, she was pretty sure that talking back was out of the question. So instead, she struggles to speak the words she knows she should say.

"Y-Yesh... y-yes Master!"

"Oh-ho? I haven't even granted the wish yet! You really are a horny thing..."

SMACK!

And then he spanks her again, and Jasmine is squealing again, and all... all is right with the world, if she's being honest. This right here, getting anally pounded by Genie as he fucks her towards making her final wish a reality... she can't wait for it to be true. For her to be his sex slave, and him to be Sultan. She hopes that he's kind to her father as he grants her wish, but honestly, even that's but a passing thought to the mind-broken, horny cum dump of a Princess.

There's only one thing she cares about now, and that's getting more of Genie's dick in any way, shape, or form that she can manage.

"If you're going to be my sex slave... tell me how it feels, babe! Tell me how it feels to get ass-fucked by a Genie! You know you're the first to go for the third wish? Such an over-achiever, heh!"

She is? A small smile graces Jasmine's pillowy lips at that mention. But of course, she also has to answer Genie.

"It feels good! I love it! I love getting fucked up the ass by you, Master! I hope you fuck me every day for the rest of my life! I want you to plow me silly, I want you to use me as your stress relief! Please don't stop, Master! Please don't stop!"

Grunting, Genie doesn't stop. In fact, he goes faster and harder and Jasmine's squeals reach transcendence as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. The disgraced Princess is making an utter fool of herself and she doesn't fucking care. She doesn't care that every moment he fucks her ass is a moment closer to her father being dethroned and her being turned into a sex slave. She doesn't care that she's turning her family's entire Kingdom over to Genie!

All she cares about is his cock in her ass and him pleasing himself with her body. All she cares about is milking his load from him with the inner muscles of her anal passage.

"Here it comes, girlie! I'm about to make all your dreams come true!"

And there it is. Genie begins to cum, and Jasmine's eyes stay rolled up in her head as everything goes white for her. This is the end of Princess Jasmine, there's no doubt about that. And the beginning of Jasmine the Sex Slave.

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Fact was, he'd grown sick and tired of being cooped up in the lamp for thousands upon thousands of years, only for some narcissistic asshole to come around every few centuries to ask for things he didn't deserve. So, he'd gone for a Hail Mary. It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but it was the time when it finally worked. He'd channeled his cosmic powers, and the restrictions placed upon him by the lamp... they hadn't held.

Still...

Sat upon the Sultan's throne, Genie rests his face upon one hand and hums to himself. This wasn't exactly what he'd intended when he'd finally broken free of his lamp after ten thousand years in that cage. But hey, who was he to deny a Princess her wish? And for her anal virginity at that... how could he not say yes?

A self-deprecating chuckle leaves Genie's lips just as Jasmine walks into the throne room. She's grown her hair out like a proper courtesan or slave might and has it up in a high ponytail utilizing a gold band of servitude... one that he'd had around HIS wrists for quite a few millennia, in fact. There's a collar around her throat, of course, and while she's adorned in gold, all of it is just more ways to signify his ownership over her. From the gold bands around her wrists, to the gold chain connected by nipple piercings through her mocha-colored nipples.

Dressed in translucent red slave clothes, she walks with all of the surety of one tending to her Master's needs... holding a silver platter before her that is carrying one thing and one thing only... her gorgeous tits. Said tits have grown a bit larger than they were back when she and Genie had first met. He had to admit, they needed to be bigger in order to accommodate his size.

"Master~ you called for me?"

Indeed, he did. Genie just smirks at her, knowing what the former Princess wants to hear.

"I called for my bitch. I called for my slave, so that I might use her body however I liked."

The way Jasmine shivers and trembles in delight makes it clear the positive effect his words have on her.

"A-And she has come, Master... please, how may I serve you?"

Genie just points to his cock and doesn't say anything more. Jasmine drops to her knees before him and sets the platter aside as she reaches out and grabs his member, bringing it between her gorgeous tanned breasts. Moaning, the young Arabian woman begins to give him a truly exemplary titjob. After a few moments, she leans forward and wraps her fat pillowy lips around his cockhead as well, turning it into a titjob-blowjob combo that frankly, Genie can't get enough of.

As his slave services him, Genie lets out a happy little sigh. He may not have INTENDED to become Sultan, but it was how everything had panned out, in the end. Really, how was he to know that a virgin Princess would treat her first time on his cock like a religious experience and completely break on his member, only to rebuild herself as a needy, horny sex slave desperate for more?

The whores that he'd been fucking for wishes before Jasmine had shown up had been daunted by his size, but once he'd shown they wouldn't be hurt by it, they'd adapted well enough. Of course, a whore's holes weren't as valuable as a Princess', so he'd only allowed them to wish for small things. Enough money to retire had been the choice for a few, but many more had simply wished for a body that would never tire, that would stay young and youthful for a good long while.

Not immortality, of course, but let's just say that that brothel's whores in particular were going to become legendary for DECADES of service... if they stayed whores, of course. Some might try for something more, given enough time. And he'd been kind enough to give them that time.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was a devoted, needy little thing. Even now, she's gagging herself on his big blue cock as she wraps her breasts around part of the shaft as well.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Smiling, Genie places a hand atop her head, eventually wrapping it around her ponytail. And then he relaxes back into his throne and enjoys her ministrations. Jasmine's eyes look up at him all the while, filled with devotion and adoration for her beloved Master.

... He did so love a Happy Ending.

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