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Aladdin had kind of a huge impact on me as a child. Not the movies, mind you, but actually the animated series.
It's there that I got to really love characters like Jasmine, Genie, Iago and their likes and one villain who stuck with me for the longest time was Mirage. She was just evil and loving it and it was pretty cool...But cue years later and I began to see her differently (if you know what I mean). In a "I'm not a furry but-" kind of case, it was hard not to find her delightfully attractive and I even went on to write a couple of stories with her too...But nothing too big. I felt it was time to perhaps have something a little more in-line visually with something I wanted to see with her and here we are.
So I went to Fenrox, an artist who did some really good material for me (Carmelita, Krystal) and I felt that they'd be really good for the job and what do you know: they were. The smugness and sexiness of Mirage, her curves, her pose and the complete blissful helplessness of Aladdin really sells the pic, showing the hypnotic downfall of the street rat. It's good stuff, really.
Now, before you read the tale, do be aware that Fenrox is ever available for commissions and their price sheet is right there: https://www.deviantart.com/fenrox/a.....heet-803424734
Also, I do have a Patreon where you can support me, give me a tip in a way. Some exclusive (and free) stuff can be found there too, like some NSFW evil Aladdin fics. https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
And now read on!
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THE WORSHIP OF MIRAGE
Aladdin was out of breath.
He had run, jumped from one rooftop to the other, exhausted himself to escape his pursuers. Guards who'd chop off his hand, who'd throw him in a cell and promised to make him for his horrible crimes...of stealing one loaf of bread to feed himself. Agrabah, he felt, was filled as much with wonder as it was with terror in a way, the clear divide between rich and poor often turning both extremes into monsters to one another. While he certainly liked to stick it up to those whose sympathy and empathy were so low as to slither on the ground and bite him instead of give him assistance, it always did lead up to this. He put on a brave face, tried to show that it didn't bother him...but it did.
To be treated like this was harsh, to not be given a chance and to be seen merely as a “street rat” was akin to not acknowledging his existence in a way or to see it as inferior to anyone else. About to eat what he just stole, being hidden long enough to feel safe for the time being, he witnessed two starving children. They were in the same situation as he was, yet he was taller and stronger, a grown man while they were small and frail. His heart told him to act upon this and with a sigh he gave them the bread, a comforting smile and then went back to his “home”, which was really just an abandoned cellar atop an old derelict house in a bad part of town. It was his and he was safe there, at the very least, as he felt that he should have perhaps taken some of that bread for himself as he was starving. Right there, he found his way back to his abode and as he prepared to rest a little, to recuperate from this wild chase for some food he didn't even get to eat, he felt a presence nearby, an eerie aura that made his skin crawl from top to bottom.
“You should have eaten the bread, mortal...They're no better than they were, relying on charity instead of their own two hands like you...and you're still hungry.”
This was a practical answer, but not a very morally sound advice as the kind of society Aladdin wished to see would benefit from kindness, not shy away from it. However, his own set of values were of little importance given that this voice seemed to come from shadows nearby, from a corner of the room where nothing with such a deep, yet feminine tone should be able to emerge. It was akin to speaking from a cavern, an echo which startled him as he stared toward the destination of that voice, uncertain whether he'd better prepare to fight or flee. “Who are you? Show yourself!” Aladdin said, feigning bravery as lying and stealing were two things he was rather good at despite his more noble attitude, his survival depending on those two traits of his. Lying to himself was easy enough and so courage came bursting in for a brief instant as he heard laughter coming from there. It was cruel, mocking, a throaty chuckle which made it seem like whoever was observing him was very amused.
“Oh, yes. I recognize you right here, Aladdin. So brave in front of peril, danger and the unknown...Even now you are very much constant in this.”
The voice was from somewhere else now, another little shadow coming from a broken vase...Or perhaps somewhere closer? Aladdin was uncertain now and he felt as if something terrible and terrifying had taken him as her target. He didn't have any weapon and despite there being one singular voice he felt as if he was surrounded. This was actually rather terrifying and then...
“But it's a trait in admire in you...Something which explains the great destiny that you hold~” the voice said, coming from behind as the ethereal, menacing quality was replaced by something a little more playful and seductive, though not devoid of mischief or even a touch of malice. This was the sound of a confident and mature woman speaking and as Aladdin turned around he could only stare at this strange, unusual and yet beautiful person which stood before him. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
It was a rather apt saying given the circumstances as the person who managed to sneak up on him, a rare feat indeed, was not dressed for such a task to begin with. A long robe cut down around her hips, making a little V-shaped division where her waist met her hips with the help of a golden belt. A top which showcased her cleavage and abdomen, connected to some sharp-looking attachments above her shoulders could also be seen as Aladdin couldn't help but notice it all along with the headdress on her head. She wore gold and red, displaying a body which many dancers and the prettiest of women would be jealous of...yet this was decidedly not the most striking thing about her appearance. She had light fur, gray in color and cat ears along with a very feline-like face as she mixed traits of such beasts with that of a beautiful human woman, resulting in a very unique look which Aladdin did not know how to respond to. Fear? Arousal? Curiosity? For all that hesitation he remained silent, sensing that this woman which could project her voice from shadows and appear silently was perhaps much more dangerous than she'd ever let on.
“Awestruck, I see...Good~” the cat woman said, purring softly as she looked around, observing her surroundings as her cat tail swished about a little, the soft and almost serpent-like appendage making her look like as if she was pleased with something in particular. “You live in a dump...How disappointing.”
“Who are you?” Aladdin said, once more going the way of bravery for the sake of it as he couldn't just quake in fear. Not only wouldn't it result in anything, but he needed to stand his ground if only to be able to discern just what was going on. “And how do you know my name?”
“A very astute question...My apologies for not introducing myself. I am called Mirage and I am a goddess...in the literal sense of the word, of course~” she said, taking great pleasure in declaring her role and status as she smirked while getting closer to Aladdin. She acted like a predator circling a prey, though her stance was that of confidence and slight seduction as her hips swayed with each step, most of her body on display without any hint of hesitation or shame in her expression or stance. She could witness that Aladdin was staring and this only made her chuckle a little, a few purrs being heard from her throat. “And I know quite a lot about you Aladdin, as we are linked you and I...by the threads of fate.”
“And how come?” Aladdin asked, trying to show off that he would not be intimidated as he didn't like bullies, those who abused of their power. This woman was toying with him, giving him half-answers and trying to impose herself like this. As scary as she could be, or as appealing despite her feline looks...or perhaps because of them...he did hold sacred some things and standing his ground was one of them. “Why are we linked, you and I?”
“Why...I am a goddess in need of worshipers and you are a lost soul...and in the future you and I do many a great things together~” Mirage answered, her voice a little more playful as she slightly invaded his personal space before turning away, her tail rubbing on his cheek and then his chin before going away. “This I have foreseen and I've come to make it true. Now tell me Aladdin...are you not exhausted of running from those who oppress you? Are you not tired of being treated as if you were lower than dirt, chased away by those who should help you? Wouldn't you prefer an easier, better life?”
She praised his astute question, yet she knew what she was talking about too. She mentioned the bread and those children and while her view on the subject was abhorrent there was also the fact that she had taken quite an interest in him...Yet there was still no true answer in all of this. His experience told him of an angle, of something which she desired through all of this. Why would someone like her bother with someone like him to begin with? “Of course...but that would depend on the cost behind it,” Aladdin said, looking at the beautiful Mirage as she gave him a little glance which could just about melt anyone on the spot, both due to the power and allure inside those eyes. “Sometimes it's better to take the harder path in life for better results than the easy part which last but a few instants.”
“Oh how boring of you...I half-expected that answer, but I'm still disappointed in hearing it all the same,” Mirage said, rolling her eyes as she twirled around in one gracious position and then sat down, looking at Aladdin as she bent forward, showing yet another toothy smirk while her tail dangled about. “I'm sorry, but this sounds like the answer of someone who did not really go far in life and opts to say platitudes instead of try to get better. Tell me...You've been on the streets for a long time, abandoned by your father, left on your own with almost no one to help you out...and you still say such asinine things? Are you really that predictable?”
She really did know quite a lot about him to tell an incredible condensed version of his story just now. Aladdin could, once again, see her point as he prepared for a retort to this but as he turned his eyes toward her once more he found that her gaze had changed slightly...Her feline eyes were glowing faintly, spiraling a little somewhat as he fell somewhat silent as that stare of hers pulled his gaze in and refused to let go.
“Like I said, with your abilities and intellect you could have everything you want, yet you choose not to and you suffer for it...You could be having a good time at this dance parlor, have a nice meal, enjoy the finest of company and be treated with respect yet your decisions all lead you here to this shoddy home and this miserable emptiness within,” Mirage said, standing up as her eyes were locked directly upon him. She advanced slowly, her steps emphasizing her power and her confidence as her own fixed eyes were radiating with power, with the utmost level of belief in oneself as she seemed almost to be taller now, stronger than she ever seemed to be. “Poor, poor Aladdin...Deluded and destitute, devoid of any power because of self-restraint when you could be so great...”
Those words struck hard not just because it remembered him of his hunger and some of his despair in the past, but also about how powerless he was right now. Something glued his gaze to hers as her eyes seemed so potent, so magnetic in a way that made him feel tiny and insignificant. That voice of hers demonstrated no hesitation or remorse about what she spoke of, reducing Aladdin to his most basic component as seen by her perceptions. Her own observations rang through his head, as if trapped within his brain and trying to settle in, with no chance of escape. His pretense of being okay, of not seeking more was shattered as instead of being shooed away by those dancers before he could have enjoyed their beauty and attention...Instead of stealing one loaf of bread he could have taken many and other things, have a feast too. Yet he didn't because he thought it was the right thing to do...and he had been chased around for that.
“I see you understand what I mean then...That I speak the truth...but that is normal as I am a goddess,” Mirage continued, further crossing the distance between them two until she got very close to Aladdin. This caused for her gaze to become far too intense, making Aladdin's head spin endlessly until a serious case of vertigo hit him, making him fall on his knees...yet still his gaze was upward to catch more and more of that mesmerizing gaze, of that magic which made him unable to look away as all those nasty things ate away at his confidence, at his morality and all aspects of his life. “Are you not discontent with all of this? Completely furious about your life and your lack of control? Don't you want more? Don't you deserve much better than this?”
He did. Of course he did. He couldn't think otherwise. He wanted to not be shunned away, to be seen as someone and just a criminal, for things to be fair and just...But they weren't. He was indeed angry as he never had the same amount of luck like all others. He had nothing and had to steal what others had and it was disgusting. All of his darker thoughts resurged, making him feel pity upon himself as well as fury onto others. Her voice, her eyes...it brought it all up, all the things he denied, his emotions put upon strings attached to her fingers and yet they were true all the same. He didn't understand what was happening, yet he could comprehend the sheer emotions he was passing through, which permeated his core.
“Ah, then you are unhappy, insulted by all of this...you do have a spine then...Good~” Mirage said, her tone changing from direct and implacable to one which was a little more mellow, filled with mischief and pleasure as she purred upon seeing his reaction. To Aladdin, who was on his knees, she looked so tall and strong and those eyes were as terrifying as they were appealing, drawing out all that was hidden to reveal the truth through savage honesty...and it felt good despite how horrible this all was. It was a conflicting experience and yet that voice promised something better as it all echoed even further inside his mind. “Someone with no drive, no desire could never become my faithful follower, never be of use to me...And frankly what have you got to lose by being mine?”
It was a lure, a bait and yet Aladdin was too caught in this spell to properly react or care. Magic was not something which he had any familiarity with, no conception of save for very silly-sounding tales filled with genies and flying carpets. Yet now he was in the grasp of someone much more potent that he was and her appearance, her gaze and her sheer power told him that she was indeed not lying about her nature. She had a part of divinity within, something far beyond him and yet she wanted him...For all the terrible things she said there was still a sliver of hope, a potential advantage to humoring her by listening...not that he even had the option to do anything else but that.
“I promise you these: glory, satisfaction, fulfillment...and in good measure at that. Don't tell me you wouldn't want all of this to be yours and even more?” Mirage continued, moving her hand toward his face and grabbing it, her claw-like nails quite close to scratching his face as she had an immense smirk on her face, seemingly very pleased with what she was doing and seeing. “But more than that...wouldn't it be amazing to work under me, for me to be always close to you...Don't tell me you haven't seen my beauty and felt nothing. I've seen how you stole glance at me like you stole that loaf of bread earlier~”
Her tone was honeyed and seductive, her purr seemingly making his thoughts vibrate as he couldn't focus on anything else but her. What she spoke of would not leave him, all her edicts and explanations, her declarations and proclaims...They felt so real, as if she dug deeply within his soul only to reveal it all to him and the way she spoke was setting his heart ablaze. She was clearly full of herself to a point of arrogance...but within that absolute confidence there was something incredibly appealing as he couldn't help but steal an unique kind of glance at her which his position allowed him to obtain. Her belly, her chest and her gorgeous, captivating eyes were all there to peek at and he did just that, spurred on by her own words telling him that he should take exactly what he wanted.
“You find me irresistible, don't you? The curve of my hips, my smooth midriff, my ample chest, my sheer sex appeal...You can admit it to yourself...It's perfectly okay to feel an incredible lust for me~” Mirage continued, removing one hand as she placed one palm on the side of his head and then began to sway those large hips of hers, a teasing little smile on her face as she moved to the side, her face adjusted so that he could still gaze upon her mesmerizing stare. “Go on then, have some deep fantasies for your future goddess...the one who will free you from torment...from suffering...and bring you to a world of possibilities and pleasure~”
The anger, the despair and all of these soul-crushing emotions were beginning to wane away as Mirage began to essentially upgrade her appeal, highlighting it as Aladdin was a captive of her narrative as much as he was of her eyes...and right now the point was to put herself on a pedestal of allure and salvation. He saw that beginning of baladi, of belly dance, and immediately it felt better than all the shows he had glanced at in secret, that he had been chased away from because this was meant for him and he could see it up close. To witness a literal goddess do this for him, tantalizing him so openly was an entirely different sensation, one that he could certainly get used to.
“You feel it deep within you, don't you? The desire, the craving...Your destiny speaks, Aladdin...and it wants you to crave for me, to wish with all your heart and might to be mine and mine alone...And you don't feel like refusing, don't you?” Mirage said, teasing again, tempting him as the sway of her hips grew larger as she twirled and then she went for circles, spinning wildly with expert control as her light fur almost brushed against his face. It was crude not because it lacked dexterity or grace, but because this dance was done specifically to provoke and seduce, to instill passion for flesh more than anything else. “You can sense it rising, yes? Your approval...your absolute need...It's almost as enticing and amazing as my eyes, isn't it? It draws your gaze and do not let go. You want a taste, you must have it! But as a goddess I give no favor for those who aren't looking for it, who won't work for it...So think about it carefully...”
She rolled her stomach and right now he couldn't see her eyes, yet they were ever burning in the back of his mind. That golden and spiraling stare, piercing and burning everything away as it left him in a daze of turmoil at first, yet this was only the attempt of Mirage to remove doubt and hesitation, to make way for something better. He looked at those undulations, at those hands caressing those curves, making a very direct attempt at seduction as she purred as her hands ran all over her body...and he imagined it was his hands. He did want her...but she was a goddess and it was his destiny to serve. That fact which he had denied and resisted seemed all the more real to him as his deep desire to be hers made it seem more than possible, but inevitable. Each rolls, sways and bumps, which she did with wanton displays of sensuality and sexuality, through shaking her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle or waist gyrations and stretching to show her nubile and agile body only ignited something which Aladdin had denied himself: impulses of impure and selfish needs.
“Ah, there it is. The look of someone who knows what he wants and how he can get it. Yes, succumb to this feeling, let it permeate your soul entirely...Submit to my power and become mine as is your fate!” Mirage said, her hypnotic dance giving her great results right now as Aladdin was showcasing the same energy as her eyes, though his gaze absorbed it and reconverted her influence directly to his spirit and soul. He was being invaded, corrupted and he was loving it as his smile and weak disposition suggested. He looked at her belly, at how it bumped inward and outward in flutters to steal all that he was and could be, his attention solely on the display of beauty and sexuality and nothing else. “Embrace your destiny...cherish it! Know who your mistress...your goddess is!”
He was akin to a snake being charmed, the melody of her voice being the flute much like her motions were the secret motions which the serpent was truly following, yet both wormed their way into his brain all the same. Yes, nothing was satisfactory and everything could be made better...and Mirage would make it so. She knew everything about him and would see to it that he'd get what he deserve...and why would he refuse such a thing to begin with? There was no logical reason to say no and to be close to her would be nirvana as that dance awoke something primal within him. Someone so fine-looking, so desirable and powerful deserved nothing but the best. He would worship her in any way she'd desire if it meant that she'd take care of him.
“Good...Now you will become my servant. You are already on your knees, a position that should be natural when it comes to me. You are lower than I, weaker than I and thus you must show respect and devotion properly,” Mirage said, shimmying her hips in a way that was so fast as to overwhelm whatever remained of Aladdin which she did not want to deal with. Then, she went for a solid hip drop as her last move, one which was a sudden, almost violent act to signify her dominance over everything that was happening right now. She crossed her arms, looked down as her stare was still completely hypnotic and corrupting as she spoke with authority. “Kiss my belly in submission. Show this simple part of me that you surrender yourself to it and I'll accept you as my worshiper, as my faithful servant. Go on...do it...We both know you want to~”
He couldn't deny anything that she said and he realized that it had been this way from the start. She saw through him, told him of his flaws and how he could be better, how she could make him better and he wanted that. Mirage was hope, brutal honesty in favor of change and she basked in such a radiant and terrible power that it was hard to deny her anything. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her every actions, that every syllables coming out of her words were covered in ancient wisdom that he could do nothing against and it almost felt reassuring that she allowed him to submit to her in such a superb way...as she was right once again. That dance had awakened something within him that he never knew existed and he moved forward, pressing his lips on her soft and furred belly. It was smooth, her flesh slightly tensing until it relaxed and his lips met her midriff...and the covenant was sealed.
“Very well...You are now completely and utterly mine...But you are far from ready to properly serve me...” Mirage said, opening a portal to a seemingly dark dimension, a tear in the fabric of this universe being ripped so they could move through it. In the void, she seemed like a beacon as she motioned for him to follow with a single finger, beckoning him to her. “Come with me as I'll train you personally, mold you into my perfect slave and faithful possession and then we shall both get exactly all that we could ever want. Your destiny starts now, Aladdin~”
And with no hesitation yet with slow steps he came to her as he was her puppet partially, driven by needs that she instilled within his psyche. Her hypnotic assault had worked wonderfully as she saw her hated enemy and couldn't help but smile in the most wicked of fashion. It had cost her quite a lot to reach this part, to get this opportunity and it had been worth it just to see him succumb to her power, to make him fall for her and accept that she was his goddess. This was a time before he met the genie, fell in love with Princess Jasmine and had all those adventures...A time when he was vulnerable, devoid of true allies and knowledge. Having studied him well, sacrificed a great many things to get this, she would have her second chance as this time her greatest enemy would turn into her most devoted servant, her personal toy to humiliate, debase and command around for her own wicked pleasure...and she had claimed him just a day before all of his true destiny would unfurl. It made her chuckle as Aladdin limped forward into her domain, into Morbia as she closed the portal down and brought her slave with him, ready to be properly brainwashed, hypnotized to adore and obey her unconditionally. Aladdin was no longer in Agrabah and neither was Mirage.
And it was in her domain that her plan would come to fruition...
Aladdin had kind of a huge impact on me as a child. Not the movies, mind you, but actually the animated series.
It's there that I got to really love characters like Jasmine, Genie, Iago and their likes and one villain who stuck with me for the longest time was Mirage. She was just evil and loving it and it was pretty cool...But cue years later and I began to see her differently (if you know what I mean). In a "I'm not a furry but-" kind of case, it was hard not to find her delightfully attractive and I even went on to write a couple of stories with her too...But nothing too big. I felt it was time to perhaps have something a little more in-line visually with something I wanted to see with her and here we are.
So I went to Fenrox, an artist who did some really good material for me (Carmelita, Krystal) and I felt that they'd be really good for the job and what do you know: they were. The smugness and sexiness of Mirage, her curves, her pose and the complete blissful helplessness of Aladdin really sells the pic, showing the hypnotic downfall of the street rat. It's good stuff, really.
Now, before you read the tale, do be aware that Fenrox is ever available for commissions and their price sheet is right there: https://www.deviantart.com/fenrox/a.....heet-803424734
Also, I do have a Patreon where you can support me, give me a tip in a way. Some exclusive (and free) stuff can be found there too, like some NSFW evil Aladdin fics. https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
And now read on!
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THE WORSHIP OF MIRAGE
Aladdin was out of breath.
He had run, jumped from one rooftop to the other, exhausted himself to escape his pursuers. Guards who'd chop off his hand, who'd throw him in a cell and promised to make him for his horrible crimes...of stealing one loaf of bread to feed himself. Agrabah, he felt, was filled as much with wonder as it was with terror in a way, the clear divide between rich and poor often turning both extremes into monsters to one another. While he certainly liked to stick it up to those whose sympathy and empathy were so low as to slither on the ground and bite him instead of give him assistance, it always did lead up to this. He put on a brave face, tried to show that it didn't bother him...but it did.
To be treated like this was harsh, to not be given a chance and to be seen merely as a “street rat” was akin to not acknowledging his existence in a way or to see it as inferior to anyone else. About to eat what he just stole, being hidden long enough to feel safe for the time being, he witnessed two starving children. They were in the same situation as he was, yet he was taller and stronger, a grown man while they were small and frail. His heart told him to act upon this and with a sigh he gave them the bread, a comforting smile and then went back to his “home”, which was really just an abandoned cellar atop an old derelict house in a bad part of town. It was his and he was safe there, at the very least, as he felt that he should have perhaps taken some of that bread for himself as he was starving. Right there, he found his way back to his abode and as he prepared to rest a little, to recuperate from this wild chase for some food he didn't even get to eat, he felt a presence nearby, an eerie aura that made his skin crawl from top to bottom.
“You should have eaten the bread, mortal...They're no better than they were, relying on charity instead of their own two hands like you...and you're still hungry.”
This was a practical answer, but not a very morally sound advice as the kind of society Aladdin wished to see would benefit from kindness, not shy away from it. However, his own set of values were of little importance given that this voice seemed to come from shadows nearby, from a corner of the room where nothing with such a deep, yet feminine tone should be able to emerge. It was akin to speaking from a cavern, an echo which startled him as he stared toward the destination of that voice, uncertain whether he'd better prepare to fight or flee. “Who are you? Show yourself!” Aladdin said, feigning bravery as lying and stealing were two things he was rather good at despite his more noble attitude, his survival depending on those two traits of his. Lying to himself was easy enough and so courage came bursting in for a brief instant as he heard laughter coming from there. It was cruel, mocking, a throaty chuckle which made it seem like whoever was observing him was very amused.
“Oh, yes. I recognize you right here, Aladdin. So brave in front of peril, danger and the unknown...Even now you are very much constant in this.”
The voice was from somewhere else now, another little shadow coming from a broken vase...Or perhaps somewhere closer? Aladdin was uncertain now and he felt as if something terrible and terrifying had taken him as her target. He didn't have any weapon and despite there being one singular voice he felt as if he was surrounded. This was actually rather terrifying and then...
“But it's a trait in admire in you...Something which explains the great destiny that you hold~” the voice said, coming from behind as the ethereal, menacing quality was replaced by something a little more playful and seductive, though not devoid of mischief or even a touch of malice. This was the sound of a confident and mature woman speaking and as Aladdin turned around he could only stare at this strange, unusual and yet beautiful person which stood before him. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
It was a rather apt saying given the circumstances as the person who managed to sneak up on him, a rare feat indeed, was not dressed for such a task to begin with. A long robe cut down around her hips, making a little V-shaped division where her waist met her hips with the help of a golden belt. A top which showcased her cleavage and abdomen, connected to some sharp-looking attachments above her shoulders could also be seen as Aladdin couldn't help but notice it all along with the headdress on her head. She wore gold and red, displaying a body which many dancers and the prettiest of women would be jealous of...yet this was decidedly not the most striking thing about her appearance. She had light fur, gray in color and cat ears along with a very feline-like face as she mixed traits of such beasts with that of a beautiful human woman, resulting in a very unique look which Aladdin did not know how to respond to. Fear? Arousal? Curiosity? For all that hesitation he remained silent, sensing that this woman which could project her voice from shadows and appear silently was perhaps much more dangerous than she'd ever let on.
“Awestruck, I see...Good~” the cat woman said, purring softly as she looked around, observing her surroundings as her cat tail swished about a little, the soft and almost serpent-like appendage making her look like as if she was pleased with something in particular. “You live in a dump...How disappointing.”
“Who are you?” Aladdin said, once more going the way of bravery for the sake of it as he couldn't just quake in fear. Not only wouldn't it result in anything, but he needed to stand his ground if only to be able to discern just what was going on. “And how do you know my name?”
“A very astute question...My apologies for not introducing myself. I am called Mirage and I am a goddess...in the literal sense of the word, of course~” she said, taking great pleasure in declaring her role and status as she smirked while getting closer to Aladdin. She acted like a predator circling a prey, though her stance was that of confidence and slight seduction as her hips swayed with each step, most of her body on display without any hint of hesitation or shame in her expression or stance. She could witness that Aladdin was staring and this only made her chuckle a little, a few purrs being heard from her throat. “And I know quite a lot about you Aladdin, as we are linked you and I...by the threads of fate.”
“And how come?” Aladdin asked, trying to show off that he would not be intimidated as he didn't like bullies, those who abused of their power. This woman was toying with him, giving him half-answers and trying to impose herself like this. As scary as she could be, or as appealing despite her feline looks...or perhaps because of them...he did hold sacred some things and standing his ground was one of them. “Why are we linked, you and I?”
“Why...I am a goddess in need of worshipers and you are a lost soul...and in the future you and I do many a great things together~” Mirage answered, her voice a little more playful as she slightly invaded his personal space before turning away, her tail rubbing on his cheek and then his chin before going away. “This I have foreseen and I've come to make it true. Now tell me Aladdin...are you not exhausted of running from those who oppress you? Are you not tired of being treated as if you were lower than dirt, chased away by those who should help you? Wouldn't you prefer an easier, better life?”
She praised his astute question, yet she knew what she was talking about too. She mentioned the bread and those children and while her view on the subject was abhorrent there was also the fact that she had taken quite an interest in him...Yet there was still no true answer in all of this. His experience told him of an angle, of something which she desired through all of this. Why would someone like her bother with someone like him to begin with? “Of course...but that would depend on the cost behind it,” Aladdin said, looking at the beautiful Mirage as she gave him a little glance which could just about melt anyone on the spot, both due to the power and allure inside those eyes. “Sometimes it's better to take the harder path in life for better results than the easy part which last but a few instants.”
“Oh how boring of you...I half-expected that answer, but I'm still disappointed in hearing it all the same,” Mirage said, rolling her eyes as she twirled around in one gracious position and then sat down, looking at Aladdin as she bent forward, showing yet another toothy smirk while her tail dangled about. “I'm sorry, but this sounds like the answer of someone who did not really go far in life and opts to say platitudes instead of try to get better. Tell me...You've been on the streets for a long time, abandoned by your father, left on your own with almost no one to help you out...and you still say such asinine things? Are you really that predictable?”
She really did know quite a lot about him to tell an incredible condensed version of his story just now. Aladdin could, once again, see her point as he prepared for a retort to this but as he turned his eyes toward her once more he found that her gaze had changed slightly...Her feline eyes were glowing faintly, spiraling a little somewhat as he fell somewhat silent as that stare of hers pulled his gaze in and refused to let go.
“Like I said, with your abilities and intellect you could have everything you want, yet you choose not to and you suffer for it...You could be having a good time at this dance parlor, have a nice meal, enjoy the finest of company and be treated with respect yet your decisions all lead you here to this shoddy home and this miserable emptiness within,” Mirage said, standing up as her eyes were locked directly upon him. She advanced slowly, her steps emphasizing her power and her confidence as her own fixed eyes were radiating with power, with the utmost level of belief in oneself as she seemed almost to be taller now, stronger than she ever seemed to be. “Poor, poor Aladdin...Deluded and destitute, devoid of any power because of self-restraint when you could be so great...”
Those words struck hard not just because it remembered him of his hunger and some of his despair in the past, but also about how powerless he was right now. Something glued his gaze to hers as her eyes seemed so potent, so magnetic in a way that made him feel tiny and insignificant. That voice of hers demonstrated no hesitation or remorse about what she spoke of, reducing Aladdin to his most basic component as seen by her perceptions. Her own observations rang through his head, as if trapped within his brain and trying to settle in, with no chance of escape. His pretense of being okay, of not seeking more was shattered as instead of being shooed away by those dancers before he could have enjoyed their beauty and attention...Instead of stealing one loaf of bread he could have taken many and other things, have a feast too. Yet he didn't because he thought it was the right thing to do...and he had been chased around for that.
“I see you understand what I mean then...That I speak the truth...but that is normal as I am a goddess,” Mirage continued, further crossing the distance between them two until she got very close to Aladdin. This caused for her gaze to become far too intense, making Aladdin's head spin endlessly until a serious case of vertigo hit him, making him fall on his knees...yet still his gaze was upward to catch more and more of that mesmerizing gaze, of that magic which made him unable to look away as all those nasty things ate away at his confidence, at his morality and all aspects of his life. “Are you not discontent with all of this? Completely furious about your life and your lack of control? Don't you want more? Don't you deserve much better than this?”
He did. Of course he did. He couldn't think otherwise. He wanted to not be shunned away, to be seen as someone and just a criminal, for things to be fair and just...But they weren't. He was indeed angry as he never had the same amount of luck like all others. He had nothing and had to steal what others had and it was disgusting. All of his darker thoughts resurged, making him feel pity upon himself as well as fury onto others. Her voice, her eyes...it brought it all up, all the things he denied, his emotions put upon strings attached to her fingers and yet they were true all the same. He didn't understand what was happening, yet he could comprehend the sheer emotions he was passing through, which permeated his core.
“Ah, then you are unhappy, insulted by all of this...you do have a spine then...Good~” Mirage said, her tone changing from direct and implacable to one which was a little more mellow, filled with mischief and pleasure as she purred upon seeing his reaction. To Aladdin, who was on his knees, she looked so tall and strong and those eyes were as terrifying as they were appealing, drawing out all that was hidden to reveal the truth through savage honesty...and it felt good despite how horrible this all was. It was a conflicting experience and yet that voice promised something better as it all echoed even further inside his mind. “Someone with no drive, no desire could never become my faithful follower, never be of use to me...And frankly what have you got to lose by being mine?”
It was a lure, a bait and yet Aladdin was too caught in this spell to properly react or care. Magic was not something which he had any familiarity with, no conception of save for very silly-sounding tales filled with genies and flying carpets. Yet now he was in the grasp of someone much more potent that he was and her appearance, her gaze and her sheer power told him that she was indeed not lying about her nature. She had a part of divinity within, something far beyond him and yet she wanted him...For all the terrible things she said there was still a sliver of hope, a potential advantage to humoring her by listening...not that he even had the option to do anything else but that.
“I promise you these: glory, satisfaction, fulfillment...and in good measure at that. Don't tell me you wouldn't want all of this to be yours and even more?” Mirage continued, moving her hand toward his face and grabbing it, her claw-like nails quite close to scratching his face as she had an immense smirk on her face, seemingly very pleased with what she was doing and seeing. “But more than that...wouldn't it be amazing to work under me, for me to be always close to you...Don't tell me you haven't seen my beauty and felt nothing. I've seen how you stole glance at me like you stole that loaf of bread earlier~”
Her tone was honeyed and seductive, her purr seemingly making his thoughts vibrate as he couldn't focus on anything else but her. What she spoke of would not leave him, all her edicts and explanations, her declarations and proclaims...They felt so real, as if she dug deeply within his soul only to reveal it all to him and the way she spoke was setting his heart ablaze. She was clearly full of herself to a point of arrogance...but within that absolute confidence there was something incredibly appealing as he couldn't help but steal an unique kind of glance at her which his position allowed him to obtain. Her belly, her chest and her gorgeous, captivating eyes were all there to peek at and he did just that, spurred on by her own words telling him that he should take exactly what he wanted.
“You find me irresistible, don't you? The curve of my hips, my smooth midriff, my ample chest, my sheer sex appeal...You can admit it to yourself...It's perfectly okay to feel an incredible lust for me~” Mirage continued, removing one hand as she placed one palm on the side of his head and then began to sway those large hips of hers, a teasing little smile on her face as she moved to the side, her face adjusted so that he could still gaze upon her mesmerizing stare. “Go on then, have some deep fantasies for your future goddess...the one who will free you from torment...from suffering...and bring you to a world of possibilities and pleasure~”
The anger, the despair and all of these soul-crushing emotions were beginning to wane away as Mirage began to essentially upgrade her appeal, highlighting it as Aladdin was a captive of her narrative as much as he was of her eyes...and right now the point was to put herself on a pedestal of allure and salvation. He saw that beginning of baladi, of belly dance, and immediately it felt better than all the shows he had glanced at in secret, that he had been chased away from because this was meant for him and he could see it up close. To witness a literal goddess do this for him, tantalizing him so openly was an entirely different sensation, one that he could certainly get used to.
“You feel it deep within you, don't you? The desire, the craving...Your destiny speaks, Aladdin...and it wants you to crave for me, to wish with all your heart and might to be mine and mine alone...And you don't feel like refusing, don't you?” Mirage said, teasing again, tempting him as the sway of her hips grew larger as she twirled and then she went for circles, spinning wildly with expert control as her light fur almost brushed against his face. It was crude not because it lacked dexterity or grace, but because this dance was done specifically to provoke and seduce, to instill passion for flesh more than anything else. “You can sense it rising, yes? Your approval...your absolute need...It's almost as enticing and amazing as my eyes, isn't it? It draws your gaze and do not let go. You want a taste, you must have it! But as a goddess I give no favor for those who aren't looking for it, who won't work for it...So think about it carefully...”
She rolled her stomach and right now he couldn't see her eyes, yet they were ever burning in the back of his mind. That golden and spiraling stare, piercing and burning everything away as it left him in a daze of turmoil at first, yet this was only the attempt of Mirage to remove doubt and hesitation, to make way for something better. He looked at those undulations, at those hands caressing those curves, making a very direct attempt at seduction as she purred as her hands ran all over her body...and he imagined it was his hands. He did want her...but she was a goddess and it was his destiny to serve. That fact which he had denied and resisted seemed all the more real to him as his deep desire to be hers made it seem more than possible, but inevitable. Each rolls, sways and bumps, which she did with wanton displays of sensuality and sexuality, through shaking her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle or waist gyrations and stretching to show her nubile and agile body only ignited something which Aladdin had denied himself: impulses of impure and selfish needs.
“Ah, there it is. The look of someone who knows what he wants and how he can get it. Yes, succumb to this feeling, let it permeate your soul entirely...Submit to my power and become mine as is your fate!” Mirage said, her hypnotic dance giving her great results right now as Aladdin was showcasing the same energy as her eyes, though his gaze absorbed it and reconverted her influence directly to his spirit and soul. He was being invaded, corrupted and he was loving it as his smile and weak disposition suggested. He looked at her belly, at how it bumped inward and outward in flutters to steal all that he was and could be, his attention solely on the display of beauty and sexuality and nothing else. “Embrace your destiny...cherish it! Know who your mistress...your goddess is!”
He was akin to a snake being charmed, the melody of her voice being the flute much like her motions were the secret motions which the serpent was truly following, yet both wormed their way into his brain all the same. Yes, nothing was satisfactory and everything could be made better...and Mirage would make it so. She knew everything about him and would see to it that he'd get what he deserve...and why would he refuse such a thing to begin with? There was no logical reason to say no and to be close to her would be nirvana as that dance awoke something primal within him. Someone so fine-looking, so desirable and powerful deserved nothing but the best. He would worship her in any way she'd desire if it meant that she'd take care of him.
“Good...Now you will become my servant. You are already on your knees, a position that should be natural when it comes to me. You are lower than I, weaker than I and thus you must show respect and devotion properly,” Mirage said, shimmying her hips in a way that was so fast as to overwhelm whatever remained of Aladdin which she did not want to deal with. Then, she went for a solid hip drop as her last move, one which was a sudden, almost violent act to signify her dominance over everything that was happening right now. She crossed her arms, looked down as her stare was still completely hypnotic and corrupting as she spoke with authority. “Kiss my belly in submission. Show this simple part of me that you surrender yourself to it and I'll accept you as my worshiper, as my faithful servant. Go on...do it...We both know you want to~”
He couldn't deny anything that she said and he realized that it had been this way from the start. She saw through him, told him of his flaws and how he could be better, how she could make him better and he wanted that. Mirage was hope, brutal honesty in favor of change and she basked in such a radiant and terrible power that it was hard to deny her anything. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her every actions, that every syllables coming out of her words were covered in ancient wisdom that he could do nothing against and it almost felt reassuring that she allowed him to submit to her in such a superb way...as she was right once again. That dance had awakened something within him that he never knew existed and he moved forward, pressing his lips on her soft and furred belly. It was smooth, her flesh slightly tensing until it relaxed and his lips met her midriff...and the covenant was sealed.
“Very well...You are now completely and utterly mine...But you are far from ready to properly serve me...” Mirage said, opening a portal to a seemingly dark dimension, a tear in the fabric of this universe being ripped so they could move through it. In the void, she seemed like a beacon as she motioned for him to follow with a single finger, beckoning him to her. “Come with me as I'll train you personally, mold you into my perfect slave and faithful possession and then we shall both get exactly all that we could ever want. Your destiny starts now, Aladdin~”
And with no hesitation yet with slow steps he came to her as he was her puppet partially, driven by needs that she instilled within his psyche. Her hypnotic assault had worked wonderfully as she saw her hated enemy and couldn't help but smile in the most wicked of fashion. It had cost her quite a lot to reach this part, to get this opportunity and it had been worth it just to see him succumb to her power, to make him fall for her and accept that she was his goddess. This was a time before he met the genie, fell in love with Princess Jasmine and had all those adventures...A time when he was vulnerable, devoid of true allies and knowledge. Having studied him well, sacrificed a great many things to get this, she would have her second chance as this time her greatest enemy would turn into her most devoted servant, her personal toy to humiliate, debase and command around for her own wicked pleasure...and she had claimed him just a day before all of his true destiny would unfurl. It made her chuckle as Aladdin limped forward into her domain, into Morbia as she closed the portal down and brought her slave with him, ready to be properly brainwashed, hypnotized to adore and obey her unconditionally. Aladdin was no longer in Agrabah and neither was Mirage.
And it was in her domain that her plan would come to fruition...
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Hey; I just finished reading this, and... well, honestly, I'm positively surprised by this. It's pretty well written and while I may have not seen the animated series of Aladdin (so consequentially I don't know much about its characters) but you seem to have written both Mirage and Aladdin himself pretty well, with the former's pretty alluring speech to help... well, captivate him to see the world from another view. I can't help but feel bad for him, but hey, she did get her goal so that's something, I suppose.
I'm especially surprised that your native language isn't even English, which makes it all much more surprising to see a well written story of this quality. Honestly, it makes me kind of jealous but I'm no writer, so I can't really say much.
I'm especially surprised that your native language isn't even English, which makes it all much more surprising to see a well written story of this quality. Honestly, it makes me kind of jealous but I'm no writer, so I can't really say much.
I'm very happy to see you're surprised by the quality of my writing after reading this on a whim.
English isn't the language I use in my everyday-life, it's true (it's French actually), but I've been creating such tales for a looooong time (about 10 years) and I do consume a lot of products, be they films, books, comics and what-not in English. That helps a lot with the end result.
Still, thanks for the kind words and for taking the time to write such an elaborate and thought-out comment. Those are always nice. :)
English isn't the language I use in my everyday-life, it's true (it's French actually), but I've been creating such tales for a looooong time (about 10 years) and I do consume a lot of products, be they films, books, comics and what-not in English. That helps a lot with the end result.
Still, thanks for the kind words and for taking the time to write such an elaborate and thought-out comment. Those are always nice. :)
Wonder what she has planned for him next? And I wonder if she'll turn her attention to Agrabah?
When there's a shortage of good fan art of my favorite characters, it's always a pleasure to see some pop up.
That was a mighty delicious story ,too. I would've preferred some more explicit femdom, but I'm not complaining, as this is exactly how Mirage makes me feel. She's the kind of sexy villain who deserves everything she desires. Living proof that evil is sexy.
That was a mighty delicious story ,too. I would've preferred some more explicit femdom, but I'm not complaining, as this is exactly how Mirage makes me feel. She's the kind of sexy villain who deserves everything she desires. Living proof that evil is sexy.
It's always nice to see some good quality art of things we like pop up, on that we most assuredly agree. ;)
I'm happy to see that you're pleased with both the visuals and the narrative too. :)
I'm happy to see that you're pleased with both the visuals and the narrative too. :)
Could this get a nsfw scene and soft Vore scene of the cat eating the street rat maybe turning him into a anthro rat version of himself the sexing him then eating Aladdin please?
I'm sure you could find someone to draw and write this for you if you pay them :)
No, just the young man he was in the first movie. A little before that actually.
What a great story! I read it in one breath and was absolutely delighted! It's amazing how beautifully you described everything, how you showed the very meeting of Aladdin and Mirage, how cleverly she charmed him and made him her own. It's all so perfect. This is the best Mirage story I have ever read )))
P.S. I would like to ask: Can I translate this story into my own language so that others can read it as well? With your authorship and a link to the original, of course )))
P.S. I would like to ask: Can I translate this story into my own language so that others can read it as well? With your authorship and a link to the original, of course )))
Very glad you enjoyed it. :)
I'd be pretty curious to see it translated. Which language would that be?
I'd be pretty curious to see it translated. Which language would that be?
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