A dance for the "Queen"

"Right there~ right- Mmmfffff... fuck~" The pirate queen moaned an unintentionally steamy cry from between her purple lips. The lucky fem-Tinkerbat between her legs had its hungry face pressed deeply against her crotch while she arched the back of her slim frame to jut out her massive pair of tits.

Risky sighed with pleasantly closed eyes as two more of her sexy little minions tended to her presented tits like the good girls they were. They obediently groped and teased their mistresses' tits with delicate fingers that knew just how to grant her crooked soul a sense of magnificent pleasure.

Oh how~

How did she manage to make it this far without developing into the pervy opportunities her life provided her. To conquer, rule, spread her chaos across the lands; that was the only goal that had made some sense to her deluded mind. But this ring opened up a world of debauchery that she was foolishly unaware existed prior. Day after day, she found herself defeated by the bratty Half-Genie; yet, never had she stopped to appreciate just how sexy the little bronze-skinned runt was. Tits jiggling, soft yielding handfuls that begged to be groped. Hips shaking, curved with a defined femininely meaty shape. And elegant legs kicking... kicking her right in the face...

How had she gone this far... living a life diluted by her blind goal of conquering the seven seas and those of whom reside upon it and within it... without realizing the sexual nature of perversion she could seize control of as well.

Example~

This one bout of body worship from the minions below her upon her godlike body she possessed far outshone any of the past cozy bubble baths she was so foolish believing was the best way to relieve stress.

It was always the same tune; come up with a plan, initiate said plan, Shantae appears, the Half-Genie ruins said plan, Risky goes back to sulk in a warm bath, and she comes up with another plan, Verse, Chorus, repeat...

Perhaps if she had instead commanded her Tinkerbats to relieve her stress in more 'pleasing' manners, she'd have been far more refreshed and ready to take on Shantae and her cute... fuckable... sexy... little ass.

"Ahh~" Risky moaned another sigh right as a Tinkerbat found the sweet spot upon her purple nipples to squeeze.

Now~ If only it were that annoying brat, who suddenly became much more tolerable upon the realization that she is a hot slice of meat, was the one providing this pleasure...

Oh~ hohohohoho~

What would be blissful musing to everyone else could very much become a reality with the power Risky held around her finger. This happened to be the one occasion Shantae can't come out on top, and this villainess isn't about to let a moment like that go by without cementing it into history.

*Thump*

"Oh..." The loud and sudden sound of the massive double doors to the throne room being racketed from the opposing side knocked Risky out of her musing. "My, my~" She cracked a knowing smile, "Speak of the devil, and you might just find a genie."

*Thump!*

Holding her smile, Risky causally kicked away the Tinkerbat that had been tending to her crotch much to its surprise. "And not even the great hero of the lamp can oppose my power..." She brought her hands up to shove aside the two Tinkerbats that had been tending to her tits, who caught the gist faster than the first. "Mmmm... that gives me such a russhh... knowing that the only person who could possibly withstand me is just cluelessly dancing to my new perverted melody... Mmm... yes~ Quite, quite refreshing,"

Risky made a dismissing gesture with her hands, one that the Tinkerbats quickly understood, which prompted them to disperse from her presence. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched their sexy asses shift away to the servant’s passages.

Oh, the pleasure that builds from being in control...

She retrieved her discarded skull-shaped bikini top and went through the annoying hassle of positioning it in place before the perky jiggling purple mass of overwhelming tit-flesh that resisted her attempts. With a faint *click* she snapped it in place, though her milky mounds still displayed their protestation to the matter by overflowing over her top to the point where they could possibly spill out. She could easily just say that the top fits, but the allure of the squishy globes...just...pulls her in...

*CRASH*

Risky’s reverie disappeared at the sound of the crash, the double doors collapse inwards, creating an upward of dust and debris that only served to build up an unnecessary level of suspense that gradually revealed a silhouette of a large pachyderm shrinking down in an instant into a female figure setting down her foot.

“Your game is over, Risky,” Shantae said through the settling dust. “Might as well give up now. Or give me a reason to send your butt packing like normal. I don't mind either way.”

Risky couldn't help but form a smile at her long-time nemesis’ arrogant banter. So confident in her position as the long-running victor, yet so increasingly oblivious to the simple fact that her day has been in a constant loop. She opened her mouth to spew forth some typical line that would mirror one of her classic retorts if only to continue the ruse that she was still the same Risky of days gone by and not a literal god to be worshiped.

But the moment Shantae stepped forward, with two hands on her cocked hips, Risky couldn't help but burst out in laughter. The Half-Genie's bronze tits jiggled rather feely when she walked forward. The generally pleasing bounce wasn't anything new, but the distinctly apparent shift in a bikini top to one that literally matched Risky's own; save for the alteration in color, definitely stood out—and worn rather well if she said so herself, damn~

From someone who stood as a complete opposition to Risky, it was quite ironic to spot her sporting attire that screamed Risky-Boots-Themed. And the larger bra top allowed the genie's boobs to bounce much more openly with a more brazen fits of jiggles as they more lifted Shantae’s chest like a kinky shelf than provide support.

Of course, the “all-powerful” Half-Genie was none the wiser to the spell of control washed over her and only raised an annoyed eyebrow at Risky's devious chuckling.

“I'm sorry,” Shantae snapped, “Did I damage your hearing last time your ‘highness’ was put down? I'd assume your track record of literally never winning against me would be enough to wipe that irritating smile off your face.” She cocked her shapely hip and shifted her arms up to cross below her chest. which, of course, helped to push and present her cleavage upwards from the skull bikini top, “Whatever you're planning here, it ends now!”

“Oh, whatever, little girl,” Risky rolled her eyes and waved a lazy hand as she shifted around on her elaborately decorated gold skull-patterned throne, “Don't you have a dance to perform for your queen?”

Shantae blinked, the weird spike of unfamiliarity returned, but not as strong as it would be, is it just something that she was supposed to be aware of earlier, or was this just the feeling fading as she fails to recognize it more? Gah, she can ponder it after she does her normal routine dance for the cantankerous queen.

She groaned and pouted, looking away from the smug smile of the pirate queen of Scuttle Town. “Y-yeess,” Shantae hissed, “But only to honor your promise not to target my friends.”

And with that, the Tinkerbabes returned, carrying all manner of instruments, and began playing an upbeat tune upon the snap of Risky’s fingers as she lounged over the arms of her throne, watching the little magic dancer with perverted eyes.

Shantae tried to tune her out and let the music envelop her, shaking her hips to the beat and sway of the song while her hands raised up above her head, keeping the swaying motion. Risky was so delighted to see her oblivious little genie’s wonderful shimmying, that she muttered to herself, “with all this power, I can make her do any kind of dance I tell her to, and she won’t know she’s even doing it for me~” Though, the moment she said this, she felt the ring heat up. She glanced at it while also keeping an eye on the arch-rival turned belly-dancing babe.

The spiteful frown Shantae was holding switched to one that resembled a more confused tune as she tilted her head—seemingly appearing like she had heard something faint. “What did you say?” She questioned Risky with a defiant tone that contrasted heavily against the sexual sways her body was shifting to.

Huh~ It was Risky’s turn to flash a brief frown. She must’ve used it again. What did she say? Shantae’ll do any dance she tells her to?

Ooh, now that might be a fun accident~

She rubbed her chin, thinking of a dance to command her to do, and snapped her fingers at her, declaring, “Riverdance~”

Shantae’s questioning flickered away in an instant as her body immediately snapped to a position almost like standing at attention. Immediately, her legs began a tapping formation while standing in place, hands on her hips with wide elbows, and occasionally crossing one leg over the other before going back into tap formation. Like an obedient ****-girl jester, tied to the unknowing strings of her mistress, she maintained her impromptu dance without the faintest idea of the power held over her. Her boobs quaked and bounced to magnificent effect, giving an occasional peek at her nips on every particularly hefty jump. Not only did her bouncing cleavage hold much enjoyment, but her face still angry as she does the ridiculous dance was very entertaining~

The band, whom seemed used to this change to reality already, snapped right into a jaunty riverdance tune of flutes the moment Risky mentioned it.

“Ohohoho~” The Pirate Queen laughed haughtily, “Now let’s see, can we add modifications? A humping dance as you twirl your bra over your head~”

As sudden as her last change in dance, her body suddenly loosened, and started thrusting her crotch forward at her audience, the band striking up a beat to go along with it, and a timely slide whistle interjected the moment Shantae latched off her skullkini and twirled it over her head with the other hand on her thrusting crotch. Risky licked her lips at the erotic sight of her nemesis flashing her boobs joyously despite said nemesis’ scowl, but she didn’t even blush, thus proving she wasn’t aware of her changed-up routine. The complete shift in power thoroughly washed over her arrogant little mind; her jiggling tits jostling free now that they were out of her Risky-themed bikini, nor her shapely ass shifting to the music, were enough to break through her unaware veil. However, the **** of her glare towards Risky was certainly forceful enough to cut through multiple layers of ice.

“Mmm, yeah~” Risky mused, entirely ignoring Shantae’s **** glare that was greatly failing in its effect to spread intimidation. “Those are some big bouncy titties~” Again, the ring heated up from her words, and Risky’s eyes almost bugged out as Shantae let out a surprise cry of pleasure. The genie’s bosom expanded outwards all of a sudden, shaking around in the air from her current dance like a pair of head-sized milk-filled balloons, capped with cute brown nipples tracing lines in the air.

Risky was pretty annoyed with herself, making accidental changes, but she couldn’t exactly complain about that change, having a huge-boobed genie as her dancing jester was a delight to her perverted eyes.

Anyone else suddenly thirsty?

Fuck~ She was...

To the point where she couldn’t help but stick her hands down the front of her pants and lightly jill off at the no-handed juggling show.

“FFff...Yeah~ Sexy runt.. Now shake that big booty as you tittyfuck your ponytail~” She wondered if such an instruction would count as a dance, but to her delight, Shantae’s recently altered bra was flung into the band as the girls piped up with some slutty as hell jazz. With a saucy hair-flp, Shantae maneuvered her ponytail to between her rocking jugs. Shantae swung her hips, side to side, her hands grasping each side of her glorious melons, and proceeded to move them up and down, sandwiching her hair in wonderful titflesh as she shook them up and down, working them around. Up and down on her hair simultaneously, or grinding them in as she shifted them around individually, alternating this pattern while her lower half shook her rear like crazy.

Though Risky Boots was not too hypnotized by this perverse show to notice that she had once again involuntarily changed reality, seeing the jiggly bubblebutt she gave the purple-haired menace as she wiggled it around, no doubt distorting the text that claimed her ass as Risky’s.

“Oh, yeeeaaah~ You know what, this one’s on purpose! From now on, this is known as the Shantae Dance, and you can’t help but perform it when you see your reflection.” Shantae grimaced as she felt another tingle of something off again, but was too busy dancing the Shantae Dance.

“Ooh, and as part of the Shantae Dance, you must...Hmm...Cross your eyes and oink like a pig! Ohohoho!”

Shantae felt another pang in the back of her head, this one being more distinct and forceful. It was as if something in her immediate vicinity wasn’t normal. She frowned whilst continuing to caress her purple hair between her juicy cleavage.

Something was wrong! A part of her wanted to stop this dance to mentally focus on the whispers in her head. That voice in her subconscious was undoubtedly trying to convey something to her. She rationalized internally that this was generally an odd form of dancing for her, but this is how the Shantae Dance was done… wasn’t it? As such, it wasn’t odd for her to be oinking and snorting stupidly as her vision unfocused, trying to look at the bridge of her nose. Besides, breaking from her sensual motions or the animal-like oinks imitating an animal could cause more harm to her friends than good. That voice in her head could wait until a better time, preferably when she can actually listen and focus on what it is trying to tell her. The safety of her friends was worth more than her personal sense of dignity.

That being said~ Shantae let out another oink while squeezing her milk-filled tits together against her ponytail.

She hates this dance; it was so unnecessarily humiliating and she has no clue why she was named after something so lewd and stupid as this degrading dance.

Wait, or was the dance named after her? Gah, her head…

She falls to the floor as this scream of this being wrong was like a lance through her brain. How? What? What does it mean by ‘’this’’? Was it her dance? Her? Something is wrong~ something is VERY wrong, that fact is being screamed in her head, begging her to open her eyes and realize… realize what!? What does she need to look for? Who does she need to take down?

Risky squinted down at Shantae as her toy stopped dancing, and the band ceased playing. The purple voyeur took her hand out of her pants, gave her moist fingers a faint sniff, and licked as she frowned, dissatisfied at this turn of events with Shantae suddenly looking up and growling in anger. And she hadn’t even had time to cum yet.

“Th...This...This is not going to end in my defeat today, R-Risky, so you better give up before I stomp you and your goonettes down in the dirt.” The genies fist clenched and slammed onto the polished floor, “You haven’t beaten me yet, and it won’t start today.”

Risky smugly looks down and smirks, rubbing the ring behind her as she jumps up from her throne, saying, “Oh yeah? Well your queen was dissatisfied with your dance today, since you cut it off so early~ And for that, the agreements’ off. Your friends are now mine to mess with~”

Shantae’s pupils dilated; her heart seemed to stop for a few breathless moments. Her friends and family were now in trouble of being victimized by this tyrant…

Threatening her friends… family…

Queen or not. Risky had just crossed a line. NO ONE. Messes with anyone close to Shantae and gets away with it.

In anger, Shantae lurched forward into a sprint from her kneeling position and tried to whip Risky a new one with her hair.

Many things go wrong with this plan. After all, acting on instincts clouded by raw emotion would cause a few missteps here and there.

For one, her hair was still mostly in her cleavage, and so was not in prime whipping position, especially from her mad dash to knock her block off. For another, her boobs made her fall and tumble forward in a cartwheel, like she never had these giant boobs before or something. But luckily, falling on her huge butt made the land all the softer from her accidental frontflip, and right at the feet of Risky, whom just finished saying something as she held up her hand with a gold ring on it, and suddenly the entire throne room flashed with light…

Though… before being engulfed, Shantae’s eyes spied the ever-glowing ring on Risky’s fingers. As if on cue, flickers of memories passed through her head and entered her mind. They resembled visions of herself and… that ring!

That ring was the cause of-

Realization came somewhat too late as, in a matter of moments, the entire world was submerged in a reality-warping light.

[Co-Wrote with DogDog]