Jafar had done many things right, the newly corrupted Jasmine mulled.
He had gotten very close to ultimate power, and was merely outsmarted by an (admittedly handsome) peasant boy.
But, one of his more clever assets was the spy that no one knew was listening, the parrot Iago. It had been wondered how the parrot was capable of such higher thought, but Jasmine now knew how Jafar had created his servant.
Of course, Jasmine had a bit less subtle of a pet, she opened the secret passage, where her loyal Tiger, Rajah, slept outside the door waiting for her.
"Rajah, come here, I have something to show you," she said as she beaconed with her finger. The tiger looked up with a confused expression and followed his mistress in to the small room and down the small stairwell. Rajah noticed her carrying a strange stick with her and walking with a strange confidence.
"Now you just wait right there," Jasmine said, once Rajah stopped inside a focus circle on the floor. Rajah looked very confused now, but it was really too late at that point. Jasmine consulted her book once more, and then locked the eyes of the staff on Rajah's.
"I invoke the spirits of Shaytan, invite in to this beast the soul of a minor Qareen, a wicked djinn. Gift this beast with the powers of speech and serve me."
Rajah was suddenly surrounded by black energy, it began to swirl around him and Jasmine began to get more and more excited, cackling evilly. The whirlwind of black began to subside, until finally it disappeared leaving only Rajah where he had stood before.
But there was something different about him, he seemed tense, powerful, his eyes watched more intelligently.
"Princess Jasmine," the tiger growled in a deep voice that dripped with menace. "How may I serve you?"
Jasmine clasped her staff excitedly, "Exssssellent," she said, her tongue going snake-like again momentarily before changing back to normal.
The staff was having some effect on her, even though she failed to realize it.
Jasmine grinned, seeing Rajah in a whole new light. She leaned back on to the throne that Jafar had built here, (he really was deliciously ambitious, she wished she'd realized it sooner. I mean who would marry for love? You marry... for power.) she spread her legs, exposing her driving moist folds.
"Here kitty, kitty," she said while giving Rajah bedroom eyes.
His spiny cat penis hardening before her, Rajah had no intention of disappointing the princess.
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