The Serpent Sultan and the Naga Princess

What would a Cobra Jafar & Naga Jasmine fan fic look like? Here's a taste:

"At last the great snake was alone with her.

With his hooded head raised high, Jafar's lengthy body slowly circled the expansive throne room, the black coils cutting through the mountains of gold and coins as if they were water. He attempted to stifle a hideous chuckle, but it escaped his lips in a sharp stutter of hisses that echoed off the stone walls. Far below his gaze, in the midst of the great loops of his snake body, lay the princess Jasmine, her red dress torn and her head bowed in bitter defeat.

Jafar stealthily lowered his head behind the princess, his sudden whisper causing her jolt upright in a panic.

"Why do you mourn the dead? That foolisssh ssstreet rat Aladdin wasss a burden, an obssstacle holding you back."

In defiance, Jasmine leapt to her feet and stared hard into the crimson, slitted eyes before her, her teeth gritted.

"Holding me back from what?"

Jafar grinned, layers of sharp fangs glistening in the dim firelight. "FROM ME."

With a laugh, he rushed towards Jasmine. Losing her footing, she stumbled backwards, crashing into a pile of treasure as the snake's body formed walls around her. Jafar smiled even wider, barely able to contain his gloating.

"Why recoil, Princesss? Your world now consists of only I, and I alone. What could you possssibly not want from the mossst powerful being on earth?"

Jasmine regained her footing, her fierce gaze returning despite her quivering limbs.

"I could never love a foul snake like you! A SNAKE! A creature cursed to crawl on it's belly, cursed to be hated! I will never love a snake!"

Jafar's smile wavered, and his voice lowered, "A... ssssnake, such as I?"

HIs heady gently tilted away, and for a moment Jasmine wondered if a cobra as proud as he could be offended so easily. Then the fanged smile slowly returned, somehow fiercer than before.

"I underssstand. It is becaussse you cannot sssee the world as I do, cannot comprehend what it isss like to be ssserpentine." Then his red eyes suddenly darted, enveloping her with their fury.

"ALLOW ME TO FIX THAT."

As if crushed by the weight of a mountain, an unseen force gripped Jasmine. She clutched her stomach, gasping for air. The hooded head wavered over her trembling body, an eerie light emitting from blazing eyes.

Red hot heat overtook Jasmine's form, and her first instinct was to flee, to put as much distance between her and the sorcerer snake as she could. But the moment she had leapt up to run, her feet failed and once again she was embraced by the hard ground. Through blurred vision, she gazed at her legs, but was horrified to discover they had been replaced by a thick, writhing mass. She grunted in pain, and her red dress burst into shreds, unable to contain the monstrous growth. Her eyes widened as the thick tube of flesh expanded outwards into a massive tail, sheathed in bright red scales that ran all the way up to her hips. The same red scales also enveloped her hands and crept up her shoulders, sharp black claws jutting out from her fingertips. Her vision too began to burn before suddenly become sharper and clearer than ever before. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a polished plate. A fanged, snake-woman glared back at her. It's eyes were slitted and red, it's serpentine body sprawled in an alarmingly large pile. The scales of the snake body were bright red, scored with sharp, black stripes, and Jasmine could sense that it's length exceeded over 30 yards.

And for a moment, all was silent.

Jasmine wanted to scream, to claw her eyes out, to bury herself from the world. But she had no cahnce to act, not even a moment to think, for she was quickly overwhelmed by a hundred new sensations: she could now feel a score of stone, gold, and fabric all laid against her immensely lengthy underbelly, she could now see the way light shimmered off microbial dust in the air with her evolved vision, and most of all, she could smell a thick, strong musk that swirled through the air into her fanged mouth.

She paused. What was that strange odor? She instinctively flicked out a forked tongue, flooding her senses with the unknown smell. It was heavy and rich, overwhelming and potent, and the more Jasmine inhaled, the more she felt invigorated, like pure life-energy was being poured into her soul. She glanced upwards, and gasped. The musk from emanating from Jafar. It poured off his coils like thick waves of heat, enveloping Jasmine in a fog so thick it made her sway. Jasmine, at last, returned a smile.

Jafar hissed with glee and approached his new, naga bride. "Now, at lassst, do you sssee? The entoxicating blisss of being a ssserpent?"

Without speaking, the two snakes collided with each other, wrapping together into a churning, coiled knot. Jasminne pressed herself into the cobra's bosom, every inch of her lengthened body wrapped tightly around her partner's. The blazing, hot musk now consumed Jasmine like a fire, and she was overwhelmed with sensation.

The great snake was no longer alone with her, because now they were as one."