1,001 Nights (the PG13 fanfic)

[KingKovu44]

All right guys, here's chapter 1! Enjoy!
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Chapter 1


The banquet that Mufasa and Sarabi had thrown to celebrate Simba reaching manhood was in full swing. There was great food, including perfectly roasted meats, dates, figs, grapes, baklava and more. Mufasa and Sarabi sat at the head of the table, as was customary. Next to them sat Simba. Next to him were his three closest friends: a gorgeous female cheetah clad in a magenta bedlah top and poofy magenta bedlah pants named Eden, an attractive female meerkat clad in a pink bedlah top and poofy pink bedlah pants named Alicia and a brown-furred, green-eyed male lion cub clad in a purple vest and billowy white pants named Kovu. Nearby sat Vitani. She was clad in a red bedlah top and poofy red bedlah pants. She also wore a golden snake bracelet around her upper left arm. Though she wouldn’t dare say it aloud, she was envious of her cousin and was plotting what she would do with him once her father was sultan.

“If my father allows you to live, I will make you my servant,” she said in her mind.

Meanwhile, the party continued. Eden looked at Simba.

“Now you’re a grown lion, and such a handsome one at that,” she said flirtatiously.

Simba smiled. Since they were teens, he and Eden had had minor flirtations with each other. Though they had never been a true couple, they had shared a kiss once or twice during the course of these flirtations. However, now that Simba was going to seek a bride, both knew that it would have to stop. However, they figured they should enjoy it while it lasted.

“So, Sire, what else to do you plan to give Prince Simba in preparation for his journey to Fayiz?” a courtier asked Mufasa.

The sultan smiled proudly.

“I plan to let him enter the treasure chamber and take a few things for himself. Perhaps he’ll find a gift he can give the princess,” he said.

Everyone shared a slight chuckle. Nearby, Scar was whispering to Zira.

“When we take over, we will throw a banquet like this,” he stated.

Zira smiled.

“Yes, my love. We will need to celebrate our rise to power,” she replied.

Just then, Sarabi looked in their direction.

“What are you two talking about?” the sultana asked.

“Oh we were just talking about how proud we are of Simba,” Zira replied, playing the role of the loving and devoted aunt.

Sarabi nodded and then went back to the delicious meat she was eating. It was then that Eden decided to ask something of the sultan.

“Your majesty, if it is all right with you, I would like to perform a special dance for Simba,” the cheetah said.

“Yes, young one. That would be excellent,” Mufasa replied.

Eden bowed in respect, picked up her dancing ribbons and took to a clear spot in the middle of the room, marked by a beautiful rug from Persia. The musicians fell silent for a moment, and then began to play. Eden let the rhythm of the harp, flute and drum overtake her and she went into her dance. The ribbons whirled around her body as she moved. The movements themselves were as graceful as they could be, never missing a beat. Finally, the dance ended. Everyone in the room clapped. Eden approached Simba.

“Well, your majesty, what did you think?” she asked.

Simba smiled at the cheetah.

“That was the best dance you’ve done yet,” he said.

Eden was overjoyed to hear it. Simba then looked at Kovu, who was glaring at him.

“Look, Kovu, when you grow up, you’re going to start seeing girls differently,” he said.

“He’s right, Kovu,” Alicia added.

“Well, I don’t intend to fall in love or get married,” Kovu stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Simba, Eden and Alicia all shared a laugh. The party continued and finally ended late in the night. Several days passed. One day, Scar decided to disguise himself as a commoner and take a walk through the marketplace in order to further develop his plan. It was during this walk that he made a breakthrough. He met a hyena from the kingdom of Ghadir. It turned out that this hyena was a spy for Ghadir’s sultan, Ramses, and his wife, Shenzi. After explaining who he was and what his plan was, Scar decided to ask if a meeting could be arranged between him and Ramses, who was seeking to conquer Agrabah and take its riches for himself and his family. Scar decided that this suited his purposes. He would see if Ramses would attack Agrabah while Scar and Zira were watching Simba in Fayiz.

“Can you make it to Ghadir soon?” the hyena asked.

“Yes. I will give my brother an excuse and be on my way,” Scar replied.

The agreement was made. That night, Scar explained everything to Zira and Vitani.

“I am ready to serve you, Father,” Vitani stated.

“Thank you, dear daughter,” Scar replied.

“As am I, my love,” Zira said.

Scar smiled wickedly. The plotting continued. The next day, Scar went before Mufasa.

“Mufasa, do you mind if I take my family on a short journey to Ghadir?” he asked.

“Ghadir? Are sure you want to do that, Scar? Simba’s journey to Fayiz is not far off, and you and Zira agreed to go and keep a watchful eye on him,” Mufasa replied.

“I understand, but this will just be a quick trip. You see, Vitani just received a marriage proposal from a noble in Ghadir,” Scar lied.

Mufasa nodded. Scar stood up, his black and red robes and cape billowing as he did so. Vitani then handed him the gold, ruby-eyed, cobra-headed staff that he always carried with him. Scar and his family then left to pack for their short journey. Meanwhile, in Fayiz, Nala sat within her chambers, looking out the window and contemplating what had happened with all of her previous suitors. She was clad in a blue bedlah top and poofy blue bedlah pants, as well as a gold necklace.

“Why can’t I just be allowed to marry for love, or to marry who I want?!” she said aloud.

Just then, Sarafina entered.

“Nala?” the sultana began.

Nala looked at her mother, frustration and anger visible in her beautiful eyes.

“What is it, Mother? Do you want to talk about the new prince that’s coming?” she said.

“Nala, I want you to give this new prince a chance,” Sarafina replied.

“But what if he’s just like all the others?” Nala countered.

Sarafina’s eyes narrowed.

“Nala, the sultan of Agrabah described him in his letter. He is a very humble individual,” she said.

“Mother, did it ever occur to you that I might want to marry for love? For crying out loud, I’ve never even been outside the palace walls,” Nala replied.

Sarafina sighed.

“Nala, you’re a princess. The law says that you must be married to a prince,” she stated.

“Fine. I’ll give him a chance, but I won’t guarantee that I will accept him as my future husband,” Nala replied.

“That’s all I ask, Nala,” Sarafina answered.

Mother and daughter embraced and then Sarafina left to return to the throne room. Nala decided to go with her, if only to get out of her room for a bit.

[Daenerys]

Great! Maybe I should write an OT fic about a anthro cheetah. if you are ok with that

[KingKovu44]

Of course I'm fine with it...

Anyway, thanks for the comments. Up next in chapter 2 is Scar's deal with Ramses and Shenzi and Simba finding the lamp in the palace treasure chamber and unleashing the genie.

[Daenerys]

ahh! you make things so hard to wait for lol, oh and I know this is kind of a stupid question, but were would i post an OT fic?

[KingKovu44]

LOL. I'll try to get chapter 2 up as soon as I can. It should be good. I'll try to come up with new stuff for Eden, Alicia and Kovu as well if I remember.

[Daenerys]

uh, that didn't answer my question

[KingKovu44]

Sorry I didn't see that...

Anyway, under the off-topic creations heading, there is a forum marked Literature (OT). That's where to post it.

[Daenerys]

okay

[KingKovu44]

Anyway, chapter 2 will be here soon.

[KingKovu44]

Here is chapter 2. I used dialogue direct from "Aladdin" in order to make the scene more authentic.
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Chapter 2


Scar, Zira and Vitani made their way across the desert towards Ghadir. As far as distance went, Ghadir was not overly far and the family soon arrived there. Upon arrival, they were met at the city gates by the hyena Scar had met in the market place. He took them to the palace. Soon, they found themselves in the presence of Sultan Ramses and Sultana Shenzi. Ramses was clad in an outfit that was similar to Scar’s, only white. Around his waist was a broad belt with alternating bands of red and gold on it. On his head was a white turban with a ruby on the front center and a red feather above it. Strangely, his eyes were cloudy white. He looked at the lions.

“I hear that you want to help me in my quest to conquer Agrabah,” Ramses began.

“Indeed I do. I believe it will be most beneficial for the both of us,” Scar replied.

Ramses was silent for a long time, which Scar took as him considering the offer.

“Very well, I agree. Now, do you wish anything of me?” the hyena asked.

“I ask for nothing in return, except for a piece of information: do you know anything regarding the existence of a certain lamp?” Scar replied.

“Certain lamp? Do you mean the one that’s supposed to contain a genie?” Shenzi asked.

“Yes,” Scar said.

Ramses and Shenzi both laughed aloud.

“The lamp is only a legend. Why do you waste your time searching for it?” Ramses said.

“I believe it is real, and when I do find it, I will use the genie’s powers to our advantage,” Scar declared.

“Very well, Scar. I will help you, but look for the lamp on your own time,” Ramses answered.

And so, the deal was sealed. Scar and his family said goodbye to Ghadir’s royal family and set out across the desert on their way back to Agrabah. They were soon back. Mufasa greeted his brother and his family.

“Welcome home, Scar. Did Vitani accept the noble’s marriage proposal?” he asked.

“Oh that. Unfortunately, no. We were unable to come to an agreement. More talks will be required,” Scar lied.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully, you will be able to come to an agreement next time,” Mufasa replied.

Several days passed. Everyone at the palace was helping to get ready for Simba’s big departure. Today was also the day that Simba would be going into the treasure chamber. Everyone stood outside the massive doors of the chambers, which were carved from cedar wood and inlaid with gold.

“Today is a big day for you, my son. Remember, you are free to take anything that catches your eye, but do not get greedy,” Mufasa stated.

“I understand, Father,” Simba replied.

Mufasa then gave the order for the doors to be opened. At this word, several servants removed the bolt, which consisted of a shaft cast from bronze. Once it was open, Simba entered and the doors were closed behind him. The prince’s eyes widened at the great piles of treasure: gold, silver, precious gems and more.

“Wow. Surely I’ll find something to give the princess in here,” he said aloud.

And so, Simba’s search began. As he looked around, he suddenly heard a flapping sound behind him. He looked up. Not seeing anyone, he went back to his search. Moments later, he heard the flapping sound again. He turned quickly. What he saw surprised him: it was a purple, blue and gold carpet. However, what shocked him was that it was moving and hovering above the ground on its own.

“A flying carpet. I thought these were only a myth,” Simba said.

The prince looked on in amazement as he figured out that the carpet could understand his words.

“Hey, I’m looking for something valuable. Do you think you can help me?” he asked.

The carpet took off, and Simba followed. Soon, Simba stood before a pedestal that had a golden oil lamp. Simba just looked at it, disappointed.
“This is valuable? It’s just a piece of junk!” he said.

The carpet merely pointed at the lamp with one of its tassels.

“All right, fine. I’ll take it. Come on, let’s leave this room,” Simba replied.

The carpet went flat, which Simba took as an invitation to sit on it. He did so.

“All right, let’s go,” he said.

The carpet flew to the door. Simba knocked on it, and the servants opened it. Everyone stared wide-eyed at what Simba had found.

“A flying carpet? Those aren’t supposed to be real!” Eden exclaimed.

“That’s what I was thinking, but it turns out that they are. I also found this,” Simba replied, displaying the lamp.

“An old lamp?” Kovu asked, wondering why Simba hadn’t chosen something nicer.

As Simba was talking about how he had found the carpet and the lamp, Scar was inwardly furious. The lamp was real after all, but his nephew had found it. Now he had to revise his plan. Scar was pleased to see that Zira and Vitani were seemingly as irritated as he was. They left for their chambers to revise their plan. Simba looked at one side of the lamp.

“There seems to be something written on it, but it’s hard to make out,” he said.

Simba then proceeded to rub the lamp, intending to clean it off. Without warning, smoke began to pour out of the hole and the lamp itself began to glow and shake. To everyone’s surprise, a giant, blue genie emerged from the lamp. He shouted loudly, and then looked at Simba.

“Oy, 10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck!” the genie exclaimed.

Everyone looked on in shock as the genie then proceeded to remove his head and spin it completely around. He then looked at Simba.

“Whoa! Does it feel good to be out of there! Nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen. Hi, what’s your name,” the genie continued.

“Uh…Simba,” Simba answered.

Just as Simba finished speaking, a neon sign surrounded with chase lights bearing Simba’s name appeared out of nowhere.

“Hello, Simba. Nice to have you on the show. Now, Master, be honest with me. Do I have lamp odor?” the genie asked.

“Wait a minute, I’m your master?” Simba said.

“That’s right! What would you wish of me, the ever impressive, often imitated, but never duplicated Genie of the Lamp! Right here, direct from the lamp, for your wish fulfillment enjoyment,” the genie answered.

“Wishes?” Simba continued.

“Three wishes to be exact. That’s it. No wishing for more wishes,” the genie stated.

“So you’re just going to grant me any three wishes I want?” Simba asked.

“Well, almost. You see there are a few provisos, a couple of quid pro quos,” the genie stated.

“Provisos? You mean limitations? On wishes? Like what?” Simba asked.

“Rule number one, I can’t kill anyone, so don’t ask,” the genie replied, cutting off his own head with his finger.

Simba awaited the next response.

“Rule number two: I can’t make anybody fall in love with anybody else,” the genie said, turning into an attractive lioness and hugging Simba before turning back to normal.

Simba awaited the next response.

“Rule number 3: I can’t bring people back from the dead. It’s not a pretty picture. I don’t like doing it,” the genie exclaimed, lying down flat, rising up and transforming into a zombie.

Simba was shocked by this last bit. He began to doubt the genie was as powerful as he claimed to be.

“Limitations? On wishes? I don’t know, everyone. Some all-powerful genie can’t even bring someone back from the dead,” he stated.

The genie was insulted and became angry.

“DUH…LOSING!” he shouted, transforming into Charlie Sheen.

Simba said nothing further of his doubts.

“Now, Master, what will your first wish be?” the genie asked.

Simba thought long and hard.

“Hmm. What would you wish for, Genie?” he asked.

The genie was surprised.

“Wow, no one’s ever asked me that before. Well, in my case…oh, forget it,” he said.

“What?” Simba asked.

“Freedom,” the genie replied.

“You’re a prisoner?” Simba asked.

“It's all part-and-parcel, the whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic powers…itty bitty living space,” the genie explained.

“Genie, that’s terrible,” Simba replied.

“But, oh--to be free. To not have to go ‘Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need?’ To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the power and all the treasures in all the world! But what am I talking about, here? Let's get real here. It's not gonna happen. Genie, wake up and smell the hummus,” the genie said.

“Why not?” Simba asked.

“The only way I get out of this is if my master wishes me out. So you can guess how many times that’s happened,” the genie replied.

“I’ll do it. I’ll set you free,” Simba declared.

“Yeah, right, uh-huh,” the genie said.

“No, really. After I make my first two wishes, I’ll use my third one to set you free,” Simba stated, holding out his paw to shake the genie’s hand.

“Well, here’s hoping,” the genie replied, shaking Simba’s paw.

The genie then moved in front of Simba.

“All right, let’s do it to it!” he said, transforming into Sonic the Hedgehog.

Simba smiled, excited to see what happened.

“Now, Master, what is it that you want most?” the genie asked.

Simba thought for a moment.

“You see, I’m going to court the princess of the kingdom of Fayiz. For my first wish, I would like something that would truly impress her,” he said.

“What kind of thing?” the genie asked.

“I don’t really know much about her, except that she’s a lioness of unimaginable beauty. Perhaps a piece of jewelry?” Simba replied.

“Is that an official wish?” the genie asked.

“Genie, I wish for a beautiful piece of jewelry to give the princess of Fayiz!” Simba declared, holding out his paw to receive his request.

The genie gestured with his finger, and, before everyone’s eyes, an exceptionally beautiful, gold, gemstone-encrusted ring appeared in the palm of Simba’s paw. The prince stared at it, the joy in his face obvious.

“Are you satisfied, Master?” the genie asked.

“Indeed I am,” Simba replied.

For the rest of the day, everyone talked about Simba’s new genie. Finally, night fell over Agrabah. It was after dinner, and so Simba decided to go and rest a bit in the chamber in which he and his friends usually hung out in. He was the only one in the room at the moment. He sat down and got comfortable on one of the large, soft cushions. As he relaxed, he reflected on many things. First and foremost was the fact that, with a few rubs, he had singlehandedly proven that the old stories of a lamp containing an all-powerful genie were true. For a moment, he looked at the beautiful gold, gem-encrusted ring the genie had granted him as part of his first wish. Just then, Eden entered. For a long moment, Simba looked at the gorgeous cheetah. Ever since their teen years, they had had minor flirtations, even sharing a kiss once or twice.

“I thought you might want someone to keep you company while you were here,” the cheetah said as she sat down next to Simba.

“Thanks,” Simba replied.

“Your trip to Fayiz is coming up,” Eden continued.

“Yeah, I’m going to court my potential bride. I hope it works out. It would be great if it did,” Simba answered.

Eden smiled. Although she wished Simba the best and hoped that it went well for him, there was secretly a part that didn’t want the princess to accept Simba’s proposal. However, she quickly snuffed that part out, as it was not her place to think such things.

“Let’s make a deal. If it doesn’t work out with the princess, I’ll declare you my bride,” Simba stated, appealing to an ancient law that stated that a royal heir could marry whomever they deemed worthy.

Simba waited for Eden to answer. When she didn’t, he looked at her and saw that she had a flirtatious gleam in her eyes. It was the same gleam that she took on during their flirtations. Without speaking, Eden moved close and embraced Simba.

“I wish you the best, but if it doesn’t work out between you and the princess, remember that I’m always here for you,” she said.

It was then that Simba and Eden shared one more kiss.

“Consider that a good luck gesture,” Eden told him.

She then playfully pulled Simba’s turban over his eyes. Simba put it back in place. After talking some more, they both went to their own chambers. That night, as she got ready to sleep, Eden imagined Simba’s royal entry parade. She knew it would be grand. She then imagined herself dancing before the parade with all her might.

“I can’t wait,” she said as she fell into a deep sleep.

In his own chambers, Simba allowed himself to think of how courting the princess of Fayiz could possibly go.

“I’m prepared for whatever happens,” he said.

Simba then fell into a deep sleep, ready for whatever was to come.