Royal Rear End

The first illustration of January is here! It was fun drawing a character most probably didn't expect to see here, but ask and ye shall receive if the inspiration hits just right. hehe

The hot desert sun shined down upon the city of Agrabah, beaming bright light into the royal palace between massive marble pillars.

The Sultan of Agrabah paced back and forth nervously as he awaited the results of the latest meeting between his beloved daughter, Princess Jasmine, and a potential suitor. This Prince Achmed fellow seemed to be of good breeding and was quite a snazzy dresser. Surely he could win princess Jasmine over.

BOOM!

The large doors leading out to the palace garden slammed open and the snazzily dressed prince in question came storming into the throne room.

"I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED!!!" Achmed screamed.

"Oh dear." The Sultan thought to himself "Not again." He immediately rushed over to the enraged prince to perform some damage control.

"Ah, Prince Achmed! You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

The prince ignored him and continued stomping towards the palace entrance with the clear intent of vacating the premises immediately. As he did so the sultan noticed something different about Achmed’s attire. The entire rear of his extravagant pants were… gone. Around the edges of the large hole could be seen frayed bits of undergarment with hearts on it. But most noticeable was the exposed royal buttocks that protruded from this opening.

The Sultan could only stare at this site as Achmed continued his march towards the door.

"Good luck marrying HER off!!!" The angry prince yelled right before he disappeared out the palace doors.

The sultan sighed and looked towards the gardens where he knew his daughter was lounging by the fountains. "Oh...Jasmine."

"Your horse, Prince Achmed." One of the palace guards approached the still fuming royal along with a stable boy leading the prince’s brilliant white stallion towards him.

"Finally! Help me to mount my steed you peasant! I have no desire to linger in this wretched city any longer than I must!"

The guard looked affronted. Perhaps those words were addressed to the stable boy and not him but nonetheless he felt insulted by this foreign prince's insult to his homeland.

He motioned to the stable boy to help the prince get on the horse. It was then that he noticed the princes derriere hanging out of the back of his pants. The guard immediately stifled his laughter.

The stable boy, who in helping Achmed mount the horse got an even more full view of the royal posterior, was not as successful in keeping a slight laugh from escaping his lips.

Once astride his noble steed the Prince glared down at the young man who had dared to giggle at him.

"Um...uh...well you see your highness. Your-"

Whatever else the stable boy was going to say was cut off by Achmed’s boot kicking him in the chest and knocking him to the ground.

"How dare you address me directly you filth! Does the entire sultanate of Agrabah exist solely to insult me?! This wretched place deserves to burn! I-"

"Safe journey, your royal highness." The guard said as he gave the horse’s rump a firm smack sending it off on a speedy trot out the palace gates.

Achmed was caught off guard and nearly fell from the horse but eventually righted himself. He didn't look back. He was done with this place!

The palace guard helped the stable boy up and then placed something in his hand. "Here lad. Keep a good firm grip on this and find something steady to tie it to."

The stable boy looked confused at what he was handed. A piece of purple thread. It was pulled taut. The young man could feel it being tugged. If he didn't keep a firm hold on it then it would likely be pulled out of his hand. He followed the line of thread with his eyes and realized that it led to the retreating form of prince Achmed.

The stable boy giggled to himself and went to find a steady post by the stables to tie the thread to.

Aladdin was making his way along the rooftops and looking down towards the marketplace, picking out a vendor to procure some food for him and his friend Abu.

Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from over by the main thoroughfare of the city. A few quick jumps over buildings and the young thief found himself looking down at the cause of the ruckus.

"Well well well. Check it out Abu." his companion monkey crawled up onto his shoulder. "It's the horse with two rear ends again. And one of them is on full display!"

In the streets below, prince Achmed tried his best to ignore all the lesser people gawking at him but every now and then one of them would point and laugh in his direction. This caused him to scream once again about how Agrabah was the worst place in the seven deserts and how it's people were no better than trash. All the while his pants were becoming less of a garment and more of a threadbare cloth barely covering the Prince’s lower section.

Aladdin and Abu looked at each other and both grinned.

Prince Achmed finished telling off the latest peasant that had dared to try and address him directly when suddenly he felt something land on his head, and then a pair of small hands forcing his fancy turban down over his eyes.

He screamed as (unseen by him) the small monkey Abu crawled down off of him and onto the rear of his horse he gave it a good strong bite. The stallion reared back, throwing the prince off onto the ground and then bolted down the street.

Achmed landed in a very undignified pose with his exposed rear fully on display for all of Agrabah. Aladdin then rushed in from amongst the onlookers and in one quick movement tore the remnants of Prince's pants and undergarments right off of him before disappearing back into the crowd.

The prince got up on his feet and pulled the turban back up to its proper place...and then took notice of his lack of clothing on his lower half.

All of Agrabah was treated to the rather underwhelming sight of the royal genitals dangling out in the open.

The sound of laughter made its way through the crowd until that was all that could be heard. Achmed tried to once again shout down at the peasants, but that was hard to do when you weren't astride a fancy white horse and also covering your exposed penis with both hands. He began running in the same direction as his horse had, all the while proclaiming that he would make Agrabah pay for humiliating him!

Meanwhile, back in his hovel Aladdin was hanging up the remnants of Achmed's pants. Sure they were just tatters, but they were expensive tatters and they would look great hanging up on his wall. It really helped to tie the room together.

Outside on the roof of the hovel, the small monkey Abu was busy tying the remnants of the royal undergarments to a pole. The fancy fabric adorned with hearts blew in the wind like a majestic banner. The young street rat and his simian companion looked up at it with pride.

Story written by fellow patron and friend Sid!