Aladdin's not interested...

"Ummmm," Aladdin stammered, "You know, Demona..." He pointed a finger at her and tried to back-step his way off the balcony and back into the house. "I'd really like to help you with your, errr, problem, but, uhhhh..."

"Oh, I can tell you do, little prince," she replied casually. Glancing at his crotch, she added, "I'm not the only one out here made of stone."

"Riiiight..." Aladdin responded, nodding. "It's been nice seeing you butI'vegottago." And with that Al turned basically running back into the house. He was shocked to find that the sliding glass door was closed, and as he struggled with the latching mechanism Demona came right up behind him.

"Don't tell me you're intimidated," she breathed into his ear. "I can do things to you you've only dreamed about..." Demona reached out her gargoyle tongue and licked the side of Aladdin's neck, startling him.

"Intimidated? Me?" Al replied incredulously. "Not at all!" he bragged in his Prince Ali voice. "But I, uhhh, forgot something inside! Yes, that's it! I forgot something inside!"

"You'll forget all about it once you're inside ME," the stone villianess cooed, stroking Aladdin's bare chest. "You might as well give in, boy, because I will have you one way or the other. And I don't think you'd like the other..." Demona raised one eyebrow and then indicated with her eyes that Aladdin should look down. He didn't catch the hint until he felt something pressing against his leg. Then he looked down to find a stone cock had grown from Demona's nether regions and was lengthening by the second. "Which will it be, boy?!" she demanded.