"She should have returned by now." Hassan said darkly.
Daisy, who was brushing Ishtul's coat, to the older donkeys obvious delight, said "Do you think we should go after her?"
"Well I'd rather be there than here." said the impatient Pinder! "I'm going burr-happy out here with nothing to do! What do you say, Hassan? Lets pack-up and get after her!"
Hassan frowned. He too was growing bored with just sitting around. But what if Thistle came back while they were gone?
Ishtul, guessing what Hassan was most worried about, brayed in donkey-tongue "Perhaps you could get Shanda to write out a note for Thistle, telling of where we've gone? We could leave it posted to that dead tree overthere. She'd be sure to find it."
Hassan smiled at his former master "Good thinking, Ishtul. I'll go get Shanda."
Daisy kissed Ishtul on the forehead and crooned "Oh, your such a cleaver donkey, Ishtul!" Ishtul would have blushed to his ears if still human. He was amazed at Daisys attitude towards him. Was she showing a sexual interest?
Hassan trotted back to the wagon and started to knock, then stopped. Was Shanda talking to someone?
"But I want to live. Will we be one or two? Will I be happy? Yes - Thats what I've always wanted. I can have that? A husband? Children? Security? But I'm afraid! We'll be together? But I'm so much older than...How much longer? A century? And our magic will do this? But what of the Sultan? That sounds lovely, Rhombah! I...I...accept."
Hassan knocked on the wagon "Hello? Shanda?"
The curtains parted and Shanda stood looking down at him. She was nolonger naked, but dressed in an expensive, flowing gown of fine blue silk with gold trim. Her hair was clean, lusterious and piled high atop her head in a complex style held in place with an assortment of golden combs and pins. She looked as if she had just washed, and all of the trail dust that had clung to her was gone. Her gown had a plunging neckline, showing off her huge breasts as they rode proudly atop her full, round belly. The dress did nothing to conceal her mass, but rather hightened the appearance weighty corpulence. She smiled warmly and said "Yes, Hassan? Is there something I can do to help?"
Hassan blinked "Um...yes. We're going to go into town after all, and would like you to write out a note for Thistle - incase we miss her on the way."
Shanda smiled and nodde, double chin deepening as she did so, and Hassan noticed that she now wore costly cosmetics as well. "I shall do so immediately. When do we leave?"
"In a quarter of an hour. We have to pack everything up."
After he left, Shanda sat and wrote out the note. When she was finished, she gestured and created a box of clocolate-covered cherries. She plucked out one and placed it on her tongue. As she ate, she thought of her Sultan and her thighs grew moist. "Soon, my beloved." she crooned "Soon we shall be together again. And this time I swear nothing shall come between us!"
As the wagon started to move, Rhomba-Shanda smiled and ate another cherry.
The wagon arrives in Agrabah with no problems
The wagon arrives in Agrabah; but someone see's Rhombah! "I'd better tell the Sultan!"
The wagon arrives in Agrabah; but someone see's Rhombah! "I'd better tell Princess Sadira!"
Something Else
Fri Apr 13 14:02:06 2001