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Erdric panted heavily as he sprinted through the streets of the town, hurrying to the castle as fast as he could. He shoved past a few bystanders, offering a quick "Excuse me!" or "Sorry!" as he did so, one hand still cling to the half empty carton of milk he snatched in his hurry to make his appointment.

Not slowing down, the young teen raised the carton to his lips and tipped it back... and almost immediately regretted it, as the foul smelling liquid poured down his throat. Struggling not to vomit, he tossed away the container as his face retched in disgust, distracting him from his path. And as such, he didn't notice who was in his path until he literally ran headfirst into them.

"OW!" Erdric yelled, rubbing his forehead as he opened his eyes. "Hey, why don't you watch where..." he began, but trailed off as his eyes met those of the person he ran into. Blood red eyes, with slit pupils...

A low growl exited the creature's throat before it leapt into the nearest alley. Erdric leapt to his feet and followed, but as he stood between the buildings, he didn't see anything aside from the usual rubbish bins and a stray cat. Even from the mouth of the alley, Erdric could see that the alley only lead to a dead end, and there was nowhere to flee to, especially not in the time it took him to follow. And yet, the young adventurer-to-be could swear that he saw someone rush down here... and those eyes... no. No, he had to have imagined it. The Verndetau Castle town was one of the most secure and safe areas in the entire kingdom. Protected by massive walls on all sides, with the front gate protected from outsiders by guards hand-picked by the King himself. There was no way... NO WAY that a monster had managed to sneak in.

"Huh..." Erdric muttered to himself, shaking the idea out of his head before he glanced up at the town's clock tower, the four faces each indicating that it was now twenty minutes past nine. Shit! He only had ten minutes! Turning on his heel, Erdric resumed his sprint through the streets towards the majestic castle overlooking the town... failing to notice the blood red eyes watching him from the rooftops...

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Erdric panted heavily as he staggered through the castle halls, almost completely exhausted. He leaned against the nearest wall for support as he inhaled and exhaled, trying desperately to catch his breath. His heavy breathing caught the attention of an older man standing at the entrance to the throne room, flanked on either side by armoured guards, who peered at the teen from over his spectacles. He checked the time, then the parchment he held in his fingers, before looking at the boy once more.

"Erdric Alfero, I presume?" the Chancellor asked, not even trying to hide the contempt in his voice to the bedraggled young man before him. Erdric could only nod and give a thumbs up as he tried to regain his composure.

"Yeah... tha... that's me..." he finally spoke once he had the breath, dusting himself off and trying to pat his hair down. After all the effort he went to looking presentable, he now looked like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards... the Chancellor merely rolled his eyes.

"Well, you're on-time, at least. Barely." He sighed and adjusted his glasses, before stepping to the side. "His Majesty will see you now..."

Erdric nodded, straightening himself and giving himself one final pat-down before he stepped through the large doors into the castle throne room. His eyes were wide as he looked around; high golden columns lined the walls as massive decorative windows allowed light to enter the room, a currently unlit chandelier hung from the mile-high ceiling. Soft red carpets covered the floor, matching the drapes that were neatly tied back between each column and window. The carpets led up a small set of steps, to a magnificent golden throne where the King himself, Arthur Verndetau, was seated. To his right, on a slightly smaller throne, sat his daughter. On each side of the thrones stood several warriors, no less than ten in total, everything about them from their body language to their armour to their weapons completely unlike what Erdric had seen from most of the other knights in the castle he'd seen; they were without a doubt the King's royal guard. Erdric couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy as he stepped forward.

"Welcome, young man." The King spoke with a friendly smile. "I understand that you wish to become an officially sanctioned adventurer."

"Um... y-yes, that's right, Your Majesty..." Erdric replied, before he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him and got down on one knee before them. The King was, of course, a regal-looking man in his mid-forties, his chin-length hair a noble burnt orange, matching his short beard and moustache. Despite his position, there was something in the way he looked at Erdric, something welcoming. Even though one of them was seated on a throne and the other kneeling before him, it was clear the King didn't look at himself as superior. Erdric couldn't help but think that from his face, it almost seemed like the King felt he was the one being given a favour.

"Tell me, my boy. What is your name?"

"Erdric Alfero, sire..." he managed with a nervous gulp. Even as he spoke with the king, his eyes were drawn more to the young girl at his side. Princess Jennifer. She was no older than he was, and yet she seemed to be everything he wasn't. Beautiful, regal, elegant. Her long hair, a similar warm shade to her father's, extended past her shoulders, her bright blue eyes shone with a cute twinkle, her soft skin seemed to glow in the sunlight...

"Very well, young Alfredo." The King's voice snapped Erdric out of his daze as he looked up. "From this day forth, I give you my official endorsement as an adventurer." He nodded to a servant who was standing off to the side, signalling for her to approach Erdric. She held a small golden box in her hands, lifting the lid to expose a small red medallion, emblazoned with the symbol of the Verndetau royal family. "This is our seal; carry this with you, and use it as proof of my endorsement."

"Wow..." was all Erdric could manage as he carefully picked up the scarlet ornament, turning it over in his hands.

"Keep it safe, young Alfredo, and it may grant you not only the boons that come with serving our name..." the King couldn't help but chuckle at what he was about to say. "But perhaps also good luck." The princess just frowned and rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed by her father's comment.

"I-I promise, I will look after it, sire..." Erdric said with a nod. He couldn't believe it... he was going to be an adventurer for the Kingdom of Verndetau. It was really happening.

"There's a good boy." The King smiled and nodded, speaking in a tone that would sound more appropriate from a father to his son than a king to a civilian. "Then I will not keep you any longer. May you go out and start your adventure, my dear boy!"

"I-I will, Your Majesty! Thank you so much!" Erdric practically danced with excitement a she turned from the King and headed for the door... only to trip over his own feet and find himself kissing the carpet. The princess brought a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter, as the King nervously cleared his throat. Erdric promptly pulled himself to his feet and tried to hurry out as if nothing had happened, hurrying past the Chancellor and trying to ignore the glares his elation was getting him.

He hurried out the castle gates, his eyes still on the red coin in his hands. It was a coin that he had seen his father carrying with him all the time, and Erdric had always wished for one of his own. With this, he could finally start on his adventure! He felt... he didn't know how to describe it. He felt happy. He felt excited. He felt like he could take on the world. He felt...

...like he needed to use the bathroom really, REALLY badly. He felt a hideous gurgle in his gut and one of his hands flew to his stomach. The rotten milk from earlier was finally starting to have an effect. He glanced around the streets, panic starting to set in his mind before his eyes finally rested on a public latrine. His feet flew faster even than they did on his way to the castle as he rushed over and slammed the door shut behind him... failing to notice a certain red coin falling from his hand and bouncing down the street. Unseen by anyone, a clawed hand reached out from the shadow of an alley and grabbed the coin.

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"Alright, son, are you sure you have everything?" Erdric's mother asked as she stood at the town gates with him.

"Yes, Mum, I'm sure..." he said with a light-hearted sigh, a travel bag slung over one shoulder.

"You've got food to last until you reach the next town?"

"Yes."

"Fresh clothes?"

"Yes."

"Map?"

"Yes."

"Potions? Elixirs?"

"Yes, yes."

"Weapons?"

Erdric smirked, flexing his free arm. "Mum, come on. Who needs weapons when I've got guns like this?"

His mother placed a hand to her forehead. "Oh, Lord..." she grumbled. But what did she expect? His father was known for ignoring weapons, and was considered one of the best fist fighters in the kingdom. She should've known he'd want to follow in those footsteps.

"Trust me, Mum. I'll be fine."

"Alright, alright..." she sighed and smiled. "I'll miss you, son."

"I'll miss you too." Erdric smiled and stepped forward, giving his mother a hug.

"Be sure to write, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Promise me..."

"I promise..."

"Good." She smiled and kissed him on his cheek. "I love you. Take care."

"I love you too, Mum..." Erdric blushed, smiling bashfully. He was starting to feel like it was his first day of school again.

"Okay... good luck! Bye, son..." she smiled sadly and waved as Erdric stepped out of the castle gates, waving back to her as followed the trail.

He smiled and inhaled deeply, the fresh air filling his lungs. He didn't know how, but it seemed like the air was cooler, and that the sun was brighter, and the grass was greener. Then again, maybe it was just excitement of the fact that he was finally an official adv-

BAM!

For the third time that day, Erdric found himself hitting the floor. He groaned as he looked up, trying to see what hit him, only to feel his fringe blowing as a blade of air flew past, narrowly missing his face. Jumping to his feet, he turned and found himself facing his attackers; a trio of human-sized bunnies, clad in deep grey robes with eyes shining from under their hoods.

"Were Rabbits... uh oh..." Erdric gulped. He remembered hearing about these from his dad, as well as reading about them in books he had bought when he decided to become an adventurer. Despite the name and some rumours spread around, Were Rabbits were never human. Rather were rabbits that were once familiars to mages and spellcasters who exposed them to too much magic, usually through some kind of experiment. The result was almost always the same; the rabbit in question became larger, marginally more intelligent, and gained the power to wield magic itself, almost always wind-based. Erdric ducked just in time to avoid another blade hurled at his head, even as one of the Were Rabbits began to hop forward, it's paws glowing green in preparation for the next attack.

"Damn it...!" the young adventurer yelled, as he rushed the approaching lagomorph, only to be blown back by a miniature typhoon, his travel bag launched across the field. Were Rabbits weren't exactly high level beasts, but it wasn't what he was expecting to face in his first encounter. Their mastery of wind spells made them a tricky opponent for an adventurer just starting out, infamous for slaying many beginner parties who either underestimated them for their appearance or didn't know about their magical prowess; he was expecting something like a Slime or maybe some goblins, but not a group of spell-slinging demon bunnies!

He grit his teeth and stepped forward, finding the Were Rabbit's wind, trying to get close. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and ducked again, another blade narrowly missing his head, though it did manage to nick his hair, the severed strands getting scattered by the wind magic he was fighting. The three creatures began to chitter, almost as if laughing at how helpless he was against them... before his fist promptly connected with the nearest Were Rabbit's chin and send it flying into the air, landing a short distance away. Their magic was strong, but they couldn't take too many hits, especially from a powerhouse like Erdric.

The two conscious Were Rabbits stopped their mocking and looked at their companion, lying on the ground. They turned back to Erdric, suddenly looking pissed.

"Yeah... yeah, that's right!" Erdric smirked, bouncing from foot to foot with his fists raised. "Now I got y-WHOA!" he jerked to the side as another blade of wind flew past, this one aimed at his face. Before he had a chance to relax, another one shot past, nicking his shoulder. Erdric found himself forced into some sort of impromptu dance routine, avoiding the flying blades, each one getting closer and closer to hitting their mark. Growling, the teen suddenly stepped forward, just as one of the Were Rabbit aimed a wind blade at his throat. Without thinking, Erdric threw his arm up to block it, and pain seared through his body as the blade struck, cutting almost to the bone before dissipating. The Were Rabbit's ears sprang up in shock, before Erdric lunged forward and nailed it right in the face with a straight punch, KOing it instantly.

"Yes!" he celebrated with a fist pump. Two down, one to go! He spun round to face the last lop-eared pest... and felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the glare he was getting, a green aura forming around the bunny as the air surrounding the two of them seemed to go haywire, curling and twisting in unnatural ways. Erdric was paralysed with fear, unable to even try to through a punch, as the Were Rabbit leaned back, raised its paws...

...and promptly burst into flames.

"...huh?" Erdric caught himself saying aloud as the Were Rabbit collapsed at his feet. Looking up from it, his eyes went wide as his eyes met another pair... a blood red pair with slit pupils.

His flight or fight response kicked back in and he leapt back, taking on a boxing stance. "What the hell...!?" he snapped, taking in the rest of the creature, only to see how right he was. Standing before him was what appeared to be a tall, slim man, maybe a little older than he was, with deep purple skin. His hair was an unnatural white colour, coming down to a widow's peak on his forehead while the rest seemed to spike naturally upwards. He was garbed only in a pair of dark trousers that almost seemed to be a part of his body, sliding down and merging seamlessly with his taloned reptilian feet. A slim tail extending from his back, ending in a pointed shape that resembled either a heart or an upside-down spade. His fingers ended in claws, a pair of black horns extended from his forehead, and protruding from his shoulder-blades was a pair of black leathery bat-wings. Erdric couldn't believe what stood before him.

"D... Demon..." he gasped. The purple man smirked, revealing a pair of enlarged incisors as he took a few steps towards the human. Erdric instantly sank into his fighting pose as the demon extended a hand... and held out a familiar red coin.

"You dropped this."

It took Erdric a few seconds before what the demon said sank in. He looked at the coin, then back to the demon's face. His hands instantly rummaged through his pockets and he realised he didn't have the medallion the King gave him. "I... what...?"

"You. Dropped. This." The inhuman being stated, emphasising each word.

"I... um... thanks?" Erdric said uncertainly as he took the crimson item from him.

"Good." The demon nodded and turned away. "Don't drop it again. That thing's a pretty big help on your adventure..." he looked down at the smouldering bunny on the ground. "And if you're having trouble with Were Rabbits, then you must need all the help you can get."

"I... huh?" Erdric blinked, then frowned. "Hey, they just caught me off-guard is all! Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm sure they did..." the demon chuckled. "As for who I am... my name is Alastor."

"Alastor..." Edrick echoed. Yep. Definitely a name with a demonic ring to it. "Well then, Alastor, what are you doing all the way out here? Shouldn't you be in... I dunno. Hell or something?"

"We incubi go where we like..." Alastor stated cryptically. Incubi? Must be some special word for a demon, Erdric reckoned. "As for why I'm here... killing time, mostly."

"...right." Erdric frowned. "Well... thanks for the save, I guess. And returning my coin."

Alastor chuckled and simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have an adventure to... to... advench." Erdric scowled and picked up his travel bag, rooting around until he found his map. "Let's see..."

"Need a hand?" Alastor's voice asked from behind. Uncomfortably behind.

Erdric jumped away, scrunching the map in surprise. "D-Don't DO that!"

Alastor chuckled. "Apologies. But my offer still stands." He grinned, showing his fangs. "You seem like you need a little extra manpower. And I have nothing better to do."

"Screw you!" Erdric yelled, his face going red. Who did this winged devil-boy think he was, just inviting himself along!?

"Fine, fine. Then I'll be on my way..." He turned and spread his wings.

"...wait." Erdric spoke, catching his attention. Alastor turned around, a smirk still on his face as Erdric rubbed his temple. "I... I guess a little company wouldn't be a bad thing."

"Heh heh... very well." Alastor chuckled and walked over. "So, where exactly are you going next?"

"I'm... not sure, to be honest." The young adventurer sighed, looking at the map.

"Hm..." Alastor leaned over his shoulder, looking at it. "Well... we're HERE." He tapped the map with one of his claws at the area where Verndetau Castle was.

"...yes. I know that."

"So I would say the best course of action would be either... here, here or here." He tapped the map with every 'here'.

"Hm... alright. So where should we go then?"

"I'll leave that up to you, brave adventurer."

Erdric gave Alastor a glare, which the demon just chuckled at. Guess it was up to him, then... at least he had an idea on where to go now.

Which direction do Erdric and Alastor decide to go?
A --- West (towards the coast)
B --- North (towards the forest)
C --- East (toward the Amazon's village)
An Adventurer's Quest: The Adventure Begins
And here's the first REAL chapter of AAQ. I know not a lot of people are interested in it compared to the New Looks, but I've been feeling really down lately for not being able to make any new NL stories and typing this up managed to make me feel a bit better. I'm very sorry if anyone's awaiting a new New Look story and feel disappointed with this.

As the votes of the Prologue pointed to, Alastor has become Erdric's first official party member! And as mentioned at the end of this chapter, this vote will be for where our two adventurer's head next! unlike the Prologue, I think the choice at the end speaks for itself.

Now, in regards to the actual writing, I'm quite proud of this one. I feel I finally managed to get a chapter with some decent substance here, something I've been having some trouble with in some of my recent stories, Sonic's New Look 2 and Laharl's New Look especially. Maybe this means I might start being able to work on something over several days soon! Additionally, originally I was going to have Alastor meet Erdric in the castle toilets, but I wanted to try my hand at an action sequence, so I wrote in the Were Rabbit fight. I believe this is my first true action sequence since Viewtiful Joe's New Look, unless you count the beginning of Aladdin's New Look. And as a side note... Erdric's really hard to spell without adding an extra k on the end. I might just switch to Erdrick, make it easier on myself.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of New Look stories, but please cast your votes on where you want this one to go and tell me what you think!
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"Puppet ruler want a cracker? Here's your cracker!" Iago's taunting voice sang mockingly, as he shoved the treat into the Sultan's mouth, already overflowing with crumbs and biscuits despite his muffled protests. "Shove 'em ALL right down yer throat! Here, have LOTS of crackers!"

"Stop it!" Jasmine cried out desperately, her once regal blue clothes now blood red, her wrists shackled to signify her status as a slave. She turned to the man responsible for her captivity, who was chuckling upon his throne, with a pleading expression on her face. "Jafar, leave him alone!"

The sorceror glanced at her, and with a sly smile raised his hand to order his pet and second-in-command to stop. Iago saw Jafar's signal and obliged, though not before stuffing the final wingful of crackers into the Sultan's maw.

The noise stopped, Jafar turned to the former princess and hooked his snake-headed staff around her chains, lightly tugging her closer as she held an apple in her hands.

"It PAINS me to see you reduced to this, Jasmine..." he spoke with insincere sorrow in his voice. His yellowing teeth parted and bit down on the fruit, sending small chunks of it scattering before he swallowed the tasty flesh. "A beautiful desert bloom such as yourself..." he continued, a small piece of his snack flying from his lips and onto Jasmine's cheek much to her chagrin. "...should be on the arm of the most powerful man in the world.

As Jasmine flicked the fragment of apple from her face, Jafar slipped his staff from her chains and created a small golden crown, floating just above his fingertips with his characteristic crimson glow. Jasmine's eyes widened at the mere thought of what he was offering. Not even he would be so bold...

"What do you say my dear? Why, with you as my queen..."

"Never!" Jasmine snapped, grasping the nearest object and hurling its contents at him. He reeled back as the wine splashed across his face, burning his eyes and causing him to let out a snarl of pain. He shook the liquid from his head as he glared at her, pulling his arm back.

"I'll teach you some RESPECT...!" he bellowed, as Jasmine staggered back and fell against a nearby podium where the source of Jafar's good fortune, the Genie's lamp, rested. The Genie in question was slumped at the foot of Jafar's throne, his chin in his hands. He despised this feeling of helplessness, unable to act against his master despite the cruelty he was causing. He missed his old master... Aladdin...

"That's enough, Jafar!" a familiar voice commanded. The five heads in the room all turned towards the entrance to the throne room. Standing between the open doors was none other than the man himself, false prince Ali Ababwa, better know as Aladdin.

"What? You..." Jafar snarled. He was certain he had gotten rid of the obnoxious street rat when he banished him to the snowy mountains on the other side of the world. His eyes were drawn to the corner of the door where a familiar monkey and carpet could be seen peeking into the room. So that was it...

"It ends here!" Aladdin announced, striding into the throne room and catching Jafar's attention once more. "I'm not going to let you abuse the Genie's powers anymore!"

The older man's grin stretched into a mocking sneer as he stood, his robes flowing around him as he raised his staff. "Oh...? And exactly what do you intend to do against me, the most powerful being on Earth?"

Aladdin steeled his expression and stood his ground; he knew fine well that it was no bluff, having seen Jafar use one of his three wishes to become the world's greatest sorceror. He watched as the golden snake's eyes began to glow, and dived out of the way just in time to avoid a bolt of magic being cast his way.

Jafar didn't relent, pivoting in place to keep the young thief within his sights, bombarding him with blast after blast. However, Aladdin was too fast, diving to and fro to avoid the shots and ducking between pillars to block the ones he couldn't. Jafar growled and strode after him, circling a pillar he saw him duck behind, only to find... nothing.

Aladdin smirked as he raised the curved sword he had hidden in his pants. One strike is all it would take; one slash to end Jafar's tyranny, and the wizard was wide open. He readied himself, preparing to bring the blade down upon Jafar's head...

...only for the former vizier to spin around, a smirk on his face. Aladdin gasped in shock, his plan seen through, and Jafar immediately took advantage of his hesitation as he raised his staff. Before Aladdin could regain his bearings, the drapes between the pillars seemed to come alive and instantly wrapped around his wrists, forcing him to drop his weapon. Jafar cackled as his opponent struckled against the red fabric in vain, his magic making the curtains as strong as steel.

"Clever, boy..." Jafar taunted as he returned to his throne. "But not clever enough. Now..." he raised his staff and took careful aim at Aladdin's heart. It was time to remove the last threat to him. Aladdin stared at the snake decoration as the realisation of what was about to happen came crashing down on him, and he hung his head in defeat. He turned to give Jasmine one last weak smile, who simply nodded and turned away, not wanting to see what was about to happen. Aladdin braced himself to feel the final blow...

...but it never came. Aladdin opened his eyes to see Jafar looking between him and Jasmine, before a demonic smile came across his face.

"On second thought..." he said with a chuckle, the wheels turning in his head. If he killed Aladdin, he might as well be admitting that the peasant was his equal or superior. At the very least, it would make him a martyr against Jafar's hold, and a symbol of hope. "Perhaps... a more humiliating punishment is fitting."

Jafar grinned and raised his staff skyward, as the drapes sprung to life once more. Aladdin felt himself lifting up as he started to turn in the air. The room seemed to spin as Aladdin was suddenly twirled around and around, the drapes that held him being pulled from their pole and quickly enveloping him, until the street rat was nothing but a blur of red. His clothes seemed to disappear as the drapes quickly began to slither and slide over his body, tightening and reshaping themselves according to Jafar's magic. The spinning started to slow down as Aladdin felt his feet touch the floor. He groaned as he raised a hand to his forehead, waiting for his brain to catch up with his body. He opened his eyes and saw Jafar grinning at him, with Jasmine standing beside him with a stunned expression on her face. A loud, grating laugh quickly filled the throne room as Iago fell over in a fit of guffaws. Aladdin furrowed his brow, trying to work out what Jafar could have done to get such a reaction, until he looked down at himself. And nearly screamed.

Gone were the ragged pants and vest he had become accustomed to, now replaced by fine crimson silk. Across his chest was a wrap around top, similar in style to the ones he had seen many of the female dancers wear; it was intended to cup their breasts and emphasise their cleavage while revealing their midriff. Aside from the fact Aladdin had no breasts or cleavage, it accomplished this quite well. Bands made of a similar material were wrapped around his upper arms, serving as an equivalent to sleeves while leaving his shoulders bare. Further down his legs were encased in a sheer red material, tightened around his waist and ankles to give a similar shape to pants while remaining completely see-through. The only thing preserving his modesty was a thong-like garment that hid his manhood, but rode up betwen his cheeks so that they were on display. His feet were bare, showing his toenails were painted a similar red colour, as were his fingernails. He gasped at his new aparrel, causing him to become aware of a fluttering near his facemouth; a veil, made of a similar sheer material to his pants, was draped over his face from the nose down. A red cap sat on his now feminely combed and styled hair, a similar but much longer veil cascading down his back. He suddenly became aware of a weight pulling on his earlobes; large golden earrings, not unlike the ones Jasmine herself wore, were now dangling from his ears. If he were shown a mirror, he would see that his face was now heavily made up, with thick red lipstick, heavy rouge, dark eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. Even his eyebrows had been magically thinned and darkened.

"There, a much better look for you, Aladdin..." Jafar teased, causing Aladdin's cheeks to redden. Or at least they would have, if they weren't so whorishly painted already. The crossdressed street urchin growled and his hands immediately flew to rip off the veil, but found that despite his best efforts it refused to move. It fluttered and flapped from his tugs, but it wouldn't move from across the bridge of his nose or even tear. Giving up, he grabbed the empty cups of his top and pulled on it, but once more it wouldn't budge.

Jafar grinned as he watched his adversary desperately attempt to remove or destroy his feminine wear. He chuckled and clapped his hands. "That is enough, Aladdin. We all find your little 'comedy routine' very amusing!"

Aladdin glared at him, but suddenly found himself standing still with his arms at his sides. He opened his mouth, about to demand to know what was happening, but Jafar cut him off.

"You will speak only when I allow you to, street rat!" he decreed, and immediately Aladdin found he couldn't form any words. He wanted to shout, he wanted to scream, but despite his best efforts his painted lips remained shut and no noise came from his throat.

"Now then... Aladdin..." He grinned cruelly. "Or rather... Sharmuta..." He chuckled as he saw Aladdin's outraged expression. "Yes, that is far more fitting for your appearance."

Aladdin/Sharmuta glared at the sorceror, but unless looks could kill it was all he could do, unable to protest to term or attempt to escape. Jasmine winced, unable to believe what Jafar was doing to the man that she loved.

"Now, Sharmuta..." Jafar grinned and raised his staff. "Dance."

If Aladdin were able to speak, he would have immediately told Jafar to go and perform a certain vulgar act with himself. He blinked as he suddenly realised that he had raised his arms up. His eyes widened as the realisation hit him, and he mentally begged his body to resist, but instead he found himself gyrating his hips. His arms moved on their own, beginning to trace patterns in the air with gentle, feminine movements as he began to shift and sway like a bellydancer. Movements intended to emphasise female curves and excite those watching were performed by his masculine body. He clenched his eyes shut, wishing he were anywhere else doing anything else except now and dancing for Jafar.

The sorceror meanwhile just chuckled, revelling in his once-rival's humiliation. He looked over at Jasmine, who seemed to have gone into shock, watching the man she considered marrying now swaying and twirling before her, looking more like some sort of transvestite prostitute than a prince.

The older man slowly grinned as he clapped his hands, and Aladdin immediately stopped. However, Jafar grinned and waved his hand, another non-verbal command taking over. Aladdin was helpless as he sauntered over to Jafar's throne. He leaned over, one hand carefully lifting his veil as the colour drained from his face. Horrified thoughts ran through his head. No. No, he couldn't. He wasn't actually going to make him... no, stop, anything but this! Don't! STOP!

Thoughts, however, were worthless against Jafar's magic, as Aladdin pressed his ruby red lips against Jafar's. Jafar chuckled, his new concubine closing his eyes shut in an attempt to convince himself it was all one big nightmare as he found himself slipping his tongue into the sorceror's mouth. Jasmine couldn't take it anymore and turned away, covering her face as she choked back tears at what Jafar was doing to her lover.

The wet slurps and desperate moans filled the throne room for several minutes before Aladdin was finally allowed to break from his new master. He felt sick to his stomach, unable to believe what he had just done. He could still taste the horrible flavour of Jafar's mouth, but the spell that commanded his movements made him unable to spit it out or flee to find something to wash it away. He could only sit upon Jafar's lap, shame filling his heart.

Jafar meanwhile just laughed, wiping the red streaks that now decorated his lips away. "Oh, my word, this is perfect!" He cackled, as one last evil thought entered his mind. He leaned over and picked up the lamp, a sadistic smile. "Genie...?"

The blue spirit winced at hearing his title and slowly turned to his master.

"For my final wish, I wish that the names 'Aladdin' and 'Prince Ali' be stricken from the memory of all of Agrabah." He bared his teeth in a ruthless grin. "With the obvious exception of myself and little Sharmuta here, of course."

Aladdin gasped and turned to the Genie, desperately trying to tell him no with his eyes. The Genie seemed to understand, but all he could do was look apologetic.

"Sorry Al..." he said weakly, as he slowly raised his hands to the sky and snapped his fingers.

Jasmine wiped her eyes, still choking back sobs. But something didn't feel right... why was she crying? Why did she feel so terrible. She turned back, and frowned at the sight of a young man, tarted up like a harem girl, seated on Jafar's lap.

"Jafar... who... who is that?" she asked, pointing at him. For some reason, a shocked look came over the crossdresser's face. Jafar smirked.

"Why, this is Sharmuta... the new slave girl..." Jafar chuckled. Sharmuta seemed to be trying to say something, but instead 'she' turned and planted a wet kiss on Jafar's lips. Jasmine grimaced and shook her head. Whatever Jafar's tastes were... as long as it meant he wasn't feeling her up.

"Now then, Jasmine... Iago... Sultan..." he grinned and waved his hand. "Please, leave us alone for a bit..."

Iago shrugged and flew out as the chains and strings that bound Jasmine and the Sultan began to lead them to the door. Soon, Jafar and Sharmuta were left alone.

"Now then, Sharmuta... on your knees..."

The new slave could only whimper as he slid off Jafar's lap, kneeling down before him as tears filled his eyes. He had lost everything... his dignity, his masculinity, all his friends... and Jasmine... what more could Jafar take from him?

Jafar grinned and began to undo his robes. "Let's see what else you can do with those sexy lips..."

ALADDIN'S NEW LOOK: A DIFFERENT WISH - END
Aladdin's New Look: A Different Wish
Just a quick little story that came to me tonight. I quickly wrote it up, while I still had the inspiration.

Sorry if I ruined anyone's childhood with this. :oops:
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I probably shouldn't even be typing this.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry to everyone who enjoys my work and watches me, and hopes for more. I'm sorry to you all. I've let every single one of you down. I've done nothing but let you down time and time again. I got every one's hopes up and I refused to deliver. I have all these ideas in my head, and yet I just can't bring myself to put any of them down on paper. Because I'm lazy, weak and worthless.

And instead I post things like Three Wishes and that stupid fantasy story on a whim, promising myself that it's okay as long as I got a decent story together soon. But I never did. I'm a selfish, stupid asshole. I even started writing a story that I know you guys would enjoy not long after my last one, and I threw half of it together with the promise to myself that I'd finish it, then maybe run through some more drafts to make sure it was perfect. That was over three months ago, and I haven't even looked at it since.

Everyone who watches my account clearly enjoys my work, but I've done nothing but make you all wait for payoffs that never happen. Or DO happen, but are mediocre or hastily shoved together at best.

So I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry to everyone I've let down, to anyone who actually had faith in me, to the people who encouraged me because they thought I had potential. I don't deserve any of it, and I've made all of you liars in the process.

I'm sorry.
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Tagged by :iconzizum:

RULES:
1. You must post these rules.

2. Each person has to share 10 things about them

3. Answer the 10 questions asked to you and invent 10 questions the people you tag will have to answer.

4. Choose 10 people and put their icons on your journal

6. Not something like " you are tagged if you read that"

7. You have to legitimately tag 10 people

8. No tag-backs

10. YOU MUST MAKE A JOURNAL ENTRY. NO COMMENTS. Unless you're commenting about the actual entry

If you wonder, where is 5 and 9, they were removed some time ago. 5 says "Go to their page to inform them they have been tagged.", which is pointless, everyone knows when you use they icon. 9 says "You can't say that you don't do tags." And that was mean. Then again many people screw rule nr 7 too.

FACTS ABOUT ME:
1. I live in the UK.
2. I greatly enjoy roleplaying, not necessarily sexually or even TG-related.
3. I recently passed all my exams and graduated a university course, and am looking for a job.
4. I am a picky-ass eater, and my favourite foods are plain fried eggs, plain burgers with cheese and plain cheese pizza. Because I am boring.
5. My favourite colour is blue.
6. As common as it may be, I hate the assumption that "TG" only applies to something that is a full transformation from man-to-woman or vice versa. I feel it should apply to all forms of gender diversity between "male" and "female".
7. "ShinnokRaiden" is a pseudonym and my family have no idea that I write these stories.
8. I had originally made a TV tropes page for my work, but it was taken down recently.
9. I originally started writing TG/CD fiction mainly because, quite simply, I was unhappy with the lack of stories in the style that I liked. In other words, "I'll write my OWN stories! With blackjack, and hookers!"
10. I am currently trying and failing to write a story that I've been hoping to get done for a while, and am getting continually frustrated at my inability to finish it.

ZIZUM'S QUESTIONS:
1 Favorite Sonic/Ben 10/Danny Phantom/MLP/comic book characters? If you don't know those show just point your favorite franchises.
Lessee... Rouge the Bat, Ghostfreak, and either Big Macintosh or Derpy. I don't watch Danny Phantom or read comics, so I can't answer those ones.
2 What's the smartest quotes/lessons/messages you ever learn?
"Never attribute to malice what can be attributed to ignorance." Either that or "Don't get involved in politics."
3 What would make you really, really happy?
A job.
4 One show/book/game/etc. you really hate.
Bleach, TTGL, Fairy Tail... basically whatever the flavour of the month anime series is and people are telling me to like it. Tell me to like something and chances are I'm going to hate it purely on principle.
5 In theory what would be for you the most perfect TG (by "TG" I mean genderbender OR crossdressing) scenario?
In real life? A reversible one. In a story? I tend to enjoy the TG/CD stories where the victim is a straight, cisgendered male who is not only dressed up, but is still recognisable and is recognised by someone he knows. For added points, make him act stereotypically feminine against his will.
6 Do you know any good TG stories?
"The Auto-Closet" by Kristen O is a pretty good one, as is "The Sissy Mister" by Kate.
7 What do you think about TG captions? Are they creative or lazy?
For the most part? They're lazy. Far too many people just stick a picture of a girl and hammer out some half-assed story about it. Some people are really good at it, such as hahaprincess or Sissifyme, but far too many just use it as an excuse to not put in the effort.
8 Is DeaviantArt your primary source of Tg pics/stories/whatever or do you know other sites?
Pictures, yes. Stories though, I tend to turn to Fictionmania.
9 Do you believe in supernatural forces?
Yes.
10 If you remember times before Internet, how was it? If not, have you ask anyone your close ones about it? If not how do you imagine live was back then.
Oh, damn. I can barely remember back when I didn't have the internet. I know that I read books a lot more and didn't have many friends. Of course I also had a lot less distractions, so... I guess a broke even?

MY QUESTIONS:
1. What kind of TG do you enjoy the most? Full transformation, hermaphrodite/futanari, crossdressing, genderfluid, something else?
2. What are some of your favourite samples of TG fiction and why?
3. What other fetishes do you have besides TG, if even that? Feel free to skip this one if you would prefer.
4. Akin to Zizum's question, what would be your ideal TG/crossdressing scenario? Either applied to yourself or simply in a story.
5. What kind of outfits and/or costumes do you most enjoy a freshly TG'd male to wear?
6. Was there anything in particular that got you into TG fiction to begin with?
7. If you could go back in time and give your past self a single piece of advice, what would it be?
8. If you could gain the power to alter a person's gender on the entire TG spectrum, from simply crossdressing to a full gender change and everything in between, but in exchange were permanently transformed into the opposite gender yourself, would you accept it?
9. Any tips or advice for any upcoming TG artists/authors who may be watching your account?
10. Possibly a bit of a selfish question, but if you were to pick a series for me to do a New Look story on, what would it be?

TAGGED:
:iconstantonphl:
:iconsissifyme220:
:iconcrossdressprincess:
:iconindigo81:
:iconzizum:
:iconundertaker972:
:iconhahaprincess:
:iconquarma:
:iconsorawolf7:
:iconleila-stoat:
  • Mood: Shame
I probably shouldn't even be typing this.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry to everyone who enjoys my work and watches me, and hopes for more. I'm sorry to you all. I've let every single one of you down. I've done nothing but let you down time and time again. I got every one's hopes up and I refused to deliver. I have all these ideas in my head, and yet I just can't bring myself to put any of them down on paper. Because I'm lazy, weak and worthless.

And instead I post things like Three Wishes and that stupid fantasy story on a whim, promising myself that it's okay as long as I got a decent story together soon. But I never did. I'm a selfish, stupid asshole. I even started writing a story that I know you guys would enjoy not long after my last one, and I threw half of it together with the promise to myself that I'd finish it, then maybe run through some more drafts to make sure it was perfect. That was over three months ago, and I haven't even looked at it since.

Everyone who watches my account clearly enjoys my work, but I've done nothing but make you all wait for payoffs that never happen. Or DO happen, but are mediocre or hastily shoved together at best.

So I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry to everyone I've let down, to anyone who actually had faith in me, to the people who encouraged me because they thought I had potential. I don't deserve any of it, and I've made all of you liars in the process.

I'm sorry.

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Author of the New Look series
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griever789 Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2014
hm I don't reccomand looking at it but I figure I tell you some asshole really shitted on your sonic new look story www.deviantart.com/journal/Son…

but on the bright side it apparently one of the most popular tg story on the internet according to this asshat.
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ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
Then why did you show me it?
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griever789 Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
figure you should at least be aware of someone shitting on you incase you can like contact a mod or something to take it down....
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ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
*sigh* What difference would it make?
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SubPhantom Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
do u think u can write a yugioh 5ds leo's new look
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ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014
Hmmm... that's a tough one. I'm not very familiar with the Yu-Gi-Oh series outside of some episodes of the original and the Abridged series. On the other hand I looked Leo up and he does seem like he'd be fairly easy to do, since he already impersonated his twin sister once...

Sorry, but I'm going to have to give my usual non-committal answer: I'll consider, but I can't promise anything.
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fakeaccount8675309 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2014
Take the TV Tropes link out of your signature. The page got cut.
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ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014
Fine. Happy?
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Dinodragon9000 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2014
Maybe try one for natsu from fairy tail?
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ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2014
I don't know. It's been requested before, along with the Ben and Fuyuki stories, but I couldn't do it due to my lack of knowledge with the series. Now that I DO have some knowledge of it, I don't know if I can due to a variety of issues, mainly some really bad experiences with the series.
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