Another day, another morning

"Mmmaahhh~" Shantae yawned. Though, it came out more like a cute mew than anything else. The delicately soft morning rays of light had peered through her round window to signal the rising sun.

Well, time to rise and shine, and all that.

She tossed aside her covers and shifted to an upright position; a faintly uttered grunt slipped through her lips as the size of her boobs caught her off guard, causing her back to crack in one of those unpleasant bouts of morning stiffness.

Huh. The good ol’ stretch should be enough to fix her right up.

And it did. One stretch to the right, another to the left, and a long one that craned her shoulders back which jutted out her huge boobs atop her slim frame; she breathed out another yawn as her shoulders relaxed. Much better. That’s something she should’ve remembered to do before springing out into action. Otherwise, her big bouncing boobies are going to cause her poor spine to snap in two. Though, it is odd that she had forgotten to do that, it’s just a regular step in her morning routine, and she has had these jiggling boobs for as long as she can remember, it isn’t something she would easily forget.

Something in the back of her head twitched, Shantae frowned. What was that? Felt like something was trying to grab her attention.

She glanced behind her, where her window laid. Nothing was amiss? So what had she felt that was so wrong? The only thing out of place was Queen Risky’s massive castle that cast its garish shadow over the entirety of Scuttle Town, but the only oddity there was how out of place it looked in regards to everything else.

Whatever...

Shantae shook her head. It must’ve been an odd itch or something.

Swinging her legs off her bed she let her arms shift behind her head to let out one last stretch as she licked her lips and clapped them together. One wipe of dry spittle from the side of her mouth later, and she was off to get some morning grub.

‘‘Oh girls, tell me~ Is it true that when wearing this bra and looking into my cleavage, I can always get myself a spectator’s view of what Shantae is up to whenever I see fit? Well it is.’’

Shantae’s back shot up like a flash of lightning, meaning her huge rack was sent into a series of jiggles from the abrupt nature of her position change alone.

Was that Risky’s voice?

She bolted up from her position at her table and spun her head around to try and find the source of what she had heard. It was Risky’s voice alright, that was unmistakable... The sound was faint, almost like a whisper that she had listened in for, but the whisper spoke directly into her consciousness.

*Grumble*

Blinking, Shantae glanced down; over the juicy mass of her bronze boobs, to her rumbling stomach. Was she just hungry?

*Grumble*

Huh.

She couldn’t help but shrug to herself. That must be it.

‘‘...no…’’ an extremely faint voice expressed itself in the back of her head, but said voice was overshadowed by her growling stomach that was a much more prominently expressive **** at this time.

With a bowl in-hand and a box of cereal at standby, Shantae sat down before her lone table to pour herself a nice breakfast. Halfway through pouring her morning meal, she felt a physical ripple appear to wash over her from overhead, like sunbeams blaring down from opening a curtain. Naturally the genie glanced upwards, but was only met by her ceiling, and as such she felt rather stupid for that brief moment. Luckily no one was watching her from a great vantage point like she was on some sort of sitcom or anything; otherwise someone would be having a fit at her expense. Hum. weirdly specific thoughts...

*Grumble*

“Yeah, yeah~” Shantae said to her belly and scooted forward on her stool. Her massive jugs prevented her from sitting close to the table so she had to heft her mounds and place them on the tables itself, which did help in relieving stress.

It is odd that she doesn’t have any bras that she could wear to relieve the stress of her massive bosom; especially since she has had these all her life. Though, she also has the memory of never needing a bra. Like… flashes of her being perfectly content with a modestly large chest and not the massive pair she is actually sporting.

Weird.

For a moment she considered if she should just remove her white nightgown and just wear her Risky-themed bikini, that should help to take the place of a bra; but… she should have bras why doesn’t-

*GRUMBLE*

“Alright! Alright!” Shantae rolled her eyes and reached for the milk.

‘‘No, no, no.. when a woman needs to use milk for anything, she will milk herself and get it from the source. Unless, of course, she would rather use pre-purchased milk that is just my own milk, bottled and sold for a premium price. I get all the money made from every milk sale in Scuttle Town~ Oh, stop looking at me like that, you tinkerdolts!’’

Shantae froze in place. Her carton of milk was suspended just above the bowl of cereal. On the side of it appeared the logo of Risky’s crooked crew, with her signature skill adorned on a pirate hat.

Okay. There was no question…

She had heard something. Or, to be more specific, she heard someone... Risky.

She said something about women using their own milk…

Well…

That sounded like a true statement, but that doesn’t change the fact that Risky’s voice had spoken directly into her head. There was no way this could be linked to her hunger.

But, when she glanced around the room, she didn’t notice anything. Maybe… maybe she was just getting paranoid?

‘‘No!’’

Shantae blinked. Did she just hear herself shout no? That- That isn’t possible she hadn’t even said anything.

*Grumble*

Okay, maybe she is just hungry.

She pushed aside the carton of Risky milk. Why had she even purchased this in the first place? No way in hell would she do anything to support that villainess; that definitely includes drinking her milk.

Ugh~

The thought of drinking Risky’s milk made her shudder.

After that uneasy wave washed over her, she stood up and reached to the underside of her nightgown, which barely reached the underside of her boobs with how much they were straining to be released from the thin material. Her jugs erupted from their uncomfortably crushing positions after she ripped off her top, which was easier said than done since the process caused her boobs to bounce her face into her own cleavage.

“Ppllah’” She spat away her boobs and shook her head while tossing aside her white top.

Before her stomach could express its annoyance with her anymore, she stepped forward while lifting one of her milk-filled mounds to aim her erect brown nipple towards the bowl of cereal. It didn’t take much coaxing as her jugs were clearly filled to the brim; soon enough, fresh creamy milk from her tap began to stream out and gradually fill her cereal bowl.

She couldn’t help but silently hum to herself as she milked her tit; she had to adjust her grip as her fingers had sunken too much into her own yielding flesh. Her hums drowned out the faint sounds of her inner voice’s protests, so it went completely unnoticed. Eventually, though, as she filled the bowl up to its limit, even Shantae’s inner voice lost its will to resist the change and went silent as she retook her seat, and plopped her bare breasts onto the table, their jiggly mass sloshing for a couple seconds on impact.

Her stomach grumbled one more time, but Shantae cooed to herself in the hope of coaxing down the hunger as she retrieved her spoon.

Getting one large spoonful of cereal and her freshly squeezed milk, she lifted it up and opened her mouth.

‘‘Hold on there Shantae dear~ All who plan to consume any meal must first pray to the one and only Risky Boots, Queen of the Seven Seas, before they dig in.F

Shantae had her lips closed around the spoon as she froze in place.

Had she just heard something again?

Gah! Her hunger is being a real pain in the katooshi-

What was that?

Uh…

...screw it she won’t be able to think straight on an empty stomach. Luckily she didn’t forget to pray to Risky, or else... or…

Wait, why does everyone pray to that tyrant? The villainess deserved no respect, let alone thousands upon millions of people worshiping her before each meal… If anyone was to defy that jerk, it would be her… so she honestly shouldn’t pray.

The voice in her head cheered for a moment but paused when Shantae clasped her hands and began to pray.

‘‘What! No! Why!? Shantae! Fight it! Don’t let it win! You need to stop her.. and… don’t… don’t do… fight… f... you can’t… you… y…’’ Her inner voice’s protests went entirely unnoticed by the Half-Genie Hero, as her prayer to Risky completely overshadowed it. And even her consciousness eventually forgot why it was upset in the first place.

“Dear Risky, the mighty Queen of the Seven Seas. I Shantae, Half-Genie, hero, and protector of Scuttle Town, submit to your will and worship the seas in your name and power. Thank you for allowing me to partake in this meal, amen.”

Shantae finished her prayer and unclasped her hands. While speaking, she had felt as though there was something amiss, but as she went along, that uneasiness died down, and she was able to complete her duty of submitting to Risky in due time.

Finally, being able to eat and satisfy her stomach, she took a spoonful of her cereal and breastmilk breakfast and shoved it right down her starving gullet.

Upon finishing up her breakfast, she began her process of getting dressed, her usual attire sitting clean and folded on her dresser. Slipping on her Risky’s Property pants, her pointed shoes, her Risky Bra cupping up her ginormous melons, and her various bracers and trinkets, especially affixing her hair into a ponytail.

When she felt all set, she went back into her living room, and made her way to the doo- Wait a second, why is she leaving with her clothes off?

Gasping in shock, she covered her body at the sudden awareness of her nakedness. Her clothes were strewn everywhere! How did that happen? One minute she swore that she was dressed, and the next minute (or five minutes, according to her wall clock), she was naked! All her clothes looked like they were thrown away from her.

Something’s wrong here and...

She grunted while shaking her head and went off to get her clothing, unaware of the fact that off in the castle, Risky Boots was laughing her head off at the fact that her dance commands seemed to work abroad, as she muttered “striptease” just five minutes beforehand.

Shantae was unnerved but finally redressed and left her lighthouse home, off into the town to help out Sky as she planned today. Hopefully, her uneasiness would fade away as the day progressed.

She went through the town, still unnerved by the looming gaudy castle above them all, but still ready to help out her friend. As she moved to the path where Sky’s hatchery was located, she passed by her aunt’s house, just as she heard a large BOOM! Come from within, startling her of her disgruntled feelings.

Bursting out of the house in a plume of smoke, was Shantae’s Aunt Mimic, coughing and saying in a hoarse but somewhat hot voice, “Hack, hack! Geeze! I didn’t expect that from the Toh-Star I made, but there we go!”

She was quite a well-built woman, standing at least a head and a half higher than Shantae herself. Her face didn’t show much of her older age, but her long wild grey hair did that for her, while her eyes were covered in a pair of amber goggles. Her clothes usually consisted of some tight jeans, packing a lot of ass within them, and a hefty cup size under a brown-colored standard skullkini. Though her most stand-out of her apparel is the insistence of wearing her large forest green coat, says that it helps with her labwork.

Brushing the soot from her eyes, she looked down to spy her calming-down niece. “Shantae, my gal! Good to see you! I was just going to come get you after this experiment, but I have made a fantastic invention of the old world!”

Shantae sighed, and touched her index fingers together, looking to the side, responding, “I would Auntie Mimic, but I kinda promised I’d help Sky today...”

Auntie Mimic only chortled and slapped Shantae on the back, staggering her into the workshop, the weight of her boobs sending her the rest of the way in floorwards. Luckily, the workshop had just activated the fan systems to remove the smoke, “Ah, don’t worry about that! This will only take a minute!”

Shantae sighed as she lifted herself off of the floor, putting her tits back inside the bra top. As she did so, Aunt Mimic wandered over to the standard workstation, pulling off the sheet that was covering it and the headboard of it with a flourish. “Tah-dah!”

On the headboard was a current blueprint of a kind of rectangular box, each one bearing tiny buttons with interesting markings on them. And on the workbench itself was the very thing the blueprints displayed, a sort of device that could fit in one’s hand. “The blueprints called it, ‘The Tee Vee Remote’! Mind you, I don’t know how one motes in the first place, but apparently the device doesn’t have anything to do with moting...” Mimic rambled for a while as Shantae looked at it with confusion. It looked kind of like the handheld devices with buttons she had seen other tech users such as Techno Baron employ; only this one seemed to have more buttons. Though there was one thing that didn’t align with the prints…

“Auntie, there doesn’t seem to be any of the markings on the buttons,” Shantae said; she found herself leaning slightly forward. Unsure if that was due to the weight of her breasts or interest in her aunt’s work.

Auntie Mimic rubbed her bare chin (Odd that Shantae’s brain filled that detail in for some reason) in thought, “Yes, this is true, but apparently these markings were meant to control something from afar, but without knowing what this device it was supposed to control is, I have no idea what their purpose would be. For now, this is just a prototype.”

Shantae was about to respond with why she even made it then, but then she heard a voice again…

‘‘Oh? A handheld device that can control things from afar? Ooh, this sounds perfect~ The Remote is a gift that the runt’s aunt made for me as a tribute yesterday, and it sits before me. Whenever I press one of these buttons, something I want to happen to Shantae happens, no matter how far she is~”

Shantae blinked at the empty desk, both rattled from the voice, and from what she swears was something originally on the desk… She did manage to catch the tail-end of Mimic’s little explanation, though.

“And so, since it wasn’t doing anything anyway, I decided to send it to Queen Risky Boots, in hopes that she would be appeased enough to let me continue my work. I mean, she seemed satisfied when she got it...almost like she was expecting it...”

Shantae shook her head from her reverie. She could have sworn she heard something else trying to communicate something, but… it was probably nothing-

“Ooww…” She mumbled under her breath; her hand raised up to rub the back of her head. It felt like something in her head chose to give back of her mind a frustrated kick. Her lips formed into a frown, though when Aunt Mimic’s attention shifted towards her, she flashed a faux smile and walked over to the exit, saying, “Sorry I can’t stop and chat with you about it, Auntie Mimic, but I’m kind of on a time limit to help Sky with her birds! We can discuss it over dinner tonight, okay?”

Mimic blinked in surprise and responded, “Oh, oh of course, sweetheart! See you later~!” And waved her off.

Meanwhile, Risky, looking deep into her magic spying cleavage, was twirling around a remote, grinning maliciously, tapping a button and saying, “Let’s see, how about for a test run, we make that hair of hers...Hmm...Oh, I know, a puke green color~”

A blip from the remote, and her hair shifted color into the sickening green from the luscious purple it was before. She watched as Shantae looked at the fringe of her hair and panicked, screeching in the alleyway, “Eeek! What happened to my hair?!”

Risky was reeling in delight! She had something that could manipulate the brat, and have her be aware of her torment~ This was perfect, now she can watch her panicked and angry expressions from afar, making her look however she wanted, do whatever she instructed, say anything she wanted her to, and the runt will have no idea! “O~hohohoho!”

[Co-Wrote with Geo]