Shantae wakes up to an odd morning at Scuttle Town

Shantae yawned deeply as the morning sun stretched across her bed from her single round window. Time to get up, she supposes, and throws the covers off her body, giving a big ol’ stretch before swinging her legs over the side of the frame.

As she got up to get dressed, she breathed in deep as she thought about the tasks she had to do today, outside of her usual genie duties. Which basically meant just hanging around until trouble happened, get fired when they do too much damage and set alight Burning Square again, make some journey across Sequin Land, stop Risky, get rehired. Lather rinse repeat. But today, she promised Sky to help rotate the Screwbird eggs, since apparently they needed rotating every season or so. She didn’t get it, but Sky was the bird expert, not her. Luckily, there wasn’t the telltale explosion today of morning cannonballs filled with Tinkerbats, so today may actually be a fine day to just chill.

Shantae got ready, donning her standard red attire of poofy harem pants, a strapless bra-top, pointed shoes, and her gold bracers and headband. Once she double-checked herself in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction and headed out.

Something made her stop as she locked up; however, a strange feeling that the world shuddered. Strange, Shantae was sure there wasn’t a quake, yet she felt it shake internally. Well, that was weird. Best check-in with Uncle Mimic to see if there was something wrong with her.

“Oh, it’s fine, we’re allowed here, despite our constant attacks, in fact, we’re allowed to dock here for free~”

Shantae gasped and whipped around, wondering where that voice came from. Through the echoey sound it had, it almost sounded like…Weird. She shrugged and went on her way into town, stowing the weird sound for later in her memory. Walking into town, she made a quick shortcut through the docks to Uncle Mimic’s, but stopped midway as she spied a certain ship at the harbor! Okay, it wasn’t exactly Risky’s ship, as she tends to trade them out like seasonal wear, but still, it kept her aesthetics, as well as being manned by Tinkerbats….Wait…Those tinkerbats. Shantae scratched her head in confusion. They certainly were tinkerbats, her mind registered them as such, but they didn’t really look like them exactly. At least, as far as she knows. Like, did they all have such huge bosoms and red ponytails?

Shaking off the confusion, she decided to just roll with the acceptance that they are what she thinks they are and immediately goes up to one of the locals. “Excuse me sir,” Shantae asked the portly port-loiterer, “Did you happen to see Risky Boots go by if her ship there is docked? Tall, purple, looks like a pirate wearing a skull for underwear and bra?”

The sailor-looking fellow rubbed her head and grunted with a nod, “Yeh, I seen ‘er. Pulled in just a moment ago, talkin’ about bein’ allowed ‘ere to the dockmaster. Don’ know why a pirate’s allowed tah dock ‘ere, but ‘ey, gal lookin’ like that must be givin’ a few ‘favors’ if ye pardon the entendre.”

As the sailor belched and stumbled off, Shantae looked confusedly at how nobody was batting an eye at Risky’s supposed presence. I mean, she was well known enough to get identified, right? And there was no way that she was allowed to be here!

But then she remembered what the voice earlier had said. Something about her being-

“Hah! Yeah right. You think you can take me down? You’re just a…Hmm~ You’re actually a busty babe that wears only Risky Boots themed cheerleader outfits~”

No, that wasn’t it. It was about the dock permission and- WAIT! It happened again! Shantae paid attention this time and heard what was said. It was definitely Risky’s voice behind all that reverb distortion audio effects! Looking down at herself, she certainly wasn’t wearing what she described, so it wasn’t directed at her, whomever she was talking to. (And most annoyedly, she rolls her eyes at being called busty, as they were merely handfuls at least.)

Shantae shook off the weird distortion her brain was going through again and ran off to find Risky and whomever she was lambasting. It wasn’t far, it seems, as she came out to the square and saw her and Bolo standing against each other. Well, it wasn’t really a standoff as Bolette was being tied up in her flail’s chains and hung on a flagpole like a pinata. Wait, what did Shantae ball her? Him?!

Looking again, her vision swirls with slight mental afterimages, like two memories are fighting for dominance. She saw that Bol…o was now exactly as the Risky voice had described: Her hair was thickened out, flowing behind her in a scruffy mess, as her features were definitely more feminine, with a cinched-in waist, wide hips, long legs, and a massive bust that were just as big as her head. Her outfit was also on-point to how it was described, a belly-exposing cheerleader costume with a tiny skirt, thigh highs, and pompoms glued to her hands, all colored purple and red to match with Risky’s color scheme. What sealed the deal was the skull decorations like earrings and the heart pattern with Risky Boots’ face in it printed on the tiny top being stretched crazy tight.

Not helping anything was Risky Boots herself ohohoho’ing at Bolo’s plight. Was she always that busty? Shantae had some memory of her having such gigantic knockers, jokingly calling her Risky Boobs to insult her, but at the same time, no such memory was there! Argh, this was giving her such a headache! Either way, Shantae had to do something.

Stepping forward, Shantae pointed judgingly towards the piratess, “Risky Boots! Stop what you’re doing right now!”

But Risky only looked around with a malevolent glee, which was different from her usual confident sneer, “Ooh~ Finally! I was hoping to get to you early, runt, but I caught your girlfriend first~ Now we can begin!” She responded back, as she messed with a ring on her finger.

* Originally Written by Geo