To relax and plan an assult

Risky relaxed in the tub, and decided that she may as well get her aggressions out from the vault incident with a good pirate raid on Scuttle Town again, her favorite punching bag of a town.

She pulled down the speaker cone to the rest of the ship and declared, “Everyone, gear up, we’re raiding Scuttle Town again today, so I want to see you all in tip-top shape to set Burning Quarter alight to start off the **** in an hour!”

She smirked as she raised the speaker again, hearing the ship a’frenzy with activity as she slipped on the ring. Feeling it growing warm, she figured it might be from the heat of the bathwater. To which she cooed and remarked, “Mmm, this is the best bath ever~”

The ring grew warmer, masked under the heat of the water as the tub began to shudder beneath the wearer’s very fine behind. The reshaping had not gone unnoticed by the captain as her eyes shot open. She sat up in the tub, looking down at the once white simple bathing device.

What she saw instead was a top-of-the-line luxury bath fit for an empress. With golden weavings, marble statuettes of curvy babes forming legs holding up the beautifully built tub. The faucets turned a splendid gold, various knobs and buttons appeared on the side. No doubt built to be waterproof, which Risky accidentally elbowed one and turned on the jacuzzi bubbles, making her “Oooh~” in delight at the bubble streams rubbing on her skin despite her shock of the transformation of her bathtub.

“Wh-what just happened?!” She cried after shaking off the pleasure from such a relaxing yet sudden change. She smacked at the sides of the tub and felt that it was indeed real. Obtaining her towel as she got out, she was too perturbed by the drastic alteration to continue being in it. She reached for the intercom cone (Or intercone, as she calls it) and calls for a few Tinkerbats, “I need a few men up to my quarters immediately, there’s something weird apparent in here, and I need a couple of you in here on the double!”

She got dressed just as a pair of Tinkerbats walked in, back to back wielding their scimitars, ready for any weirdness going on. They look back and forth, then to their captain tapping her foot in wait at their antics, and they turned to face her, saluting and awaiting orders.

“Well, it’s about time you got here. I need you to look at the tub, see anything different about it?”

The two Tinkerbats looked at the bath, then to each other quizzically, then back to Risky Boots. They communicated in their oddly mute way that they don’t see anything obvious wrong with the Tinkertub, and Risky pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed.

“Listen, you ingrates,” She begins, “the tub has changed up somehow, and I want you to- wait, what did you call it?”

The Tinkerbats looked at each other again, with even more confusion before going on about the tub. The Tinkertub was apparently stolen from the Sultana of Sequin Land in the latest heist they did, and they upgraded it to be absolutely perfect and to work while aboard the ship. The result is an awesome bathtub and an upswing in her bounty, which Risky felt somewhat pleased with hearing.

“Oh really. Well how can that be? I saw with my own eyes that the old bathtub turned into this wondrous monstrosity of pleasure!”

The Tinkerbats were nervous now, shaking and stuttering that they have no idea what she’s talking about, begging forgiveness for whatever they did.

Miss Boots merely grunted and swiveled around, and began pondering what could’ve happened to her precious tub. She checked her desk and saw that indeed, there were her plans to steal a marvelous tub from the Sultana. Including her artistic skills, with a stick figure of her running and holding a crudely drawn tub over her head. It was stamped with a successful mark, much to her disbelief.

Now Risky was really worried. Either she was going crazy, or something magical was going on here that either erased her memory of the event or completely changed reality to give her an awesome bathtub. The only factor she can think of that changed with her recently was…

She glanced at the ring on her finger. Risky wondered if that was the cause, and if so, what triggered it. Letting the light glint off the amethyst for a minute as she tries to figure it out, the two Tinkerbats behind her were tapping their index claws together nervously as they ask if they can go.

Risky looked their way and figured that they’d be a good a test as any. “I want you two to be dressed up like me!”

There was no reaction as sudden as the Tinkertub, but the Tinkerbats wondered the reason why to her, and asked her why. There was, however, a feeling of the ring growing warm enough for her to notice. All of a sudden, she really wanted those two Tinkerbats to be dressed like her! The urge for it was like she wanted nothing else more, and it was confusing her senses that that is not the appropriate reaction, acknowledging it must be the ring’s doing.

Trying again, thinking that she had to make it a factual statement like she said that she wanted them to dress like her, She uttered, “You two are dressed like me, except without my hat!”

The ring warmed again, and Risky felt a wave of relief as she witnessed the two to be now contained in a mini-facsimile of her pirate clothing, with the purple pants, skull thong and bra, and purple bandanna. They both nodded and said that they were indeed but were unsure of why she commanded them to make them and put them on.

Risky grinned maniacally, cackling at witnessing the key to the ring’s triggering. The thing was a magic reality warper! A device to allow her to make anything true just by saying it! Her nemesis and her friends stand no chance, as she can just say anything to make them fall into submission! The ideas flooded her mind, turning the half-genie into a full genie and in her servitude imprisoned in a desk lamp! That birdbrained friend of hers into a loyal harpie parrot on her shoulder! The obnoxious pervert into a girl himself, just to teach him a lesson! Oh so much she could do!

Wait, maybe she’s thinking too small, maybe she can just wish for ultimate power! Just control everything with a command! Become the Queen of the Seven Seas for real!

Unfortunately, she shook that idea off, muttering, “Pfft, too easy. I would never do that.” Thus solidifying that she never would gain ultimate power with the heat of the ring. “…Dangit!” She muttered as she felt it grow warm, “I wanted that option at least! Ah well...”

The poor confused Riskybats in from of her were still looking at her, confused. While she was talking to herslf, one whispered to the other about the fact that maybe the captain has gone insane and became a freaky pervert from some kind of magic effect from that vault. Risky; ever the listener and not crazy, heard this and scowled down at the two.

“Excuse me?!” She yelled at them as they stood at attention, “How dare you?! To claim such that…” She pauses and poses for effect, thinking on the punishment for them as she does so, “I, Risky Boots, am a freaky pervert!” And with that pause, the ring must’ve taken that statement as a new sentence, as it grew warm again.

“Oh no…”

Risky had nothing outwardly change, but there was now a very obvious blush to her as she scanned herself to check for any changes. She raised her boobs, drooling in a perverted grin as she shook them up and down, cooing, “Hello, beauties~” And moaning in ecstasy from having such awesome tits she can play with.

The Riskybats merely roll their eyes. They know how their captain gets when she looks down at her curvy bod. In fact, at any girl or guy with a well-shaped form, really. She even had a thing for monster girls as she drooled over that giant mermaid she attempted to rob a crate of valuable pearls from. Her need to motorboat her whole body in between those huge shell-covered gazongas cost her the Tinker Ship V6.3. But they did get worried when they had to wear her skimpy outfit as if she had some…ulterior motives towards the deed.

Risky was playing more with her boobs, “Mmm, I have such perky bouncy watermelon-sized boobs!” and while the Riskybats knew her body was always barely contained in the way too small push-up brassiere. Risky herself knew it was a change of her doing since she tore her eyes from the glorious plushness before her to check the warmed-up ring. She let her boobs drop, them bouncing around with impossible physics as she looked at the ring. Perverted ideas wandering her mind to make everything sexy and under her control and dominating her thoughts more than even the thought of banging that cute nemesis of hers. Now that was included in the package.

She turned to the Riskybats, and grinned pervertedly as she tested her power again on them, but this time on all her Tinkerbats, “My tinkerbats ALL have curvy bods, huge tits, cute red-haired ponytails while remaining their short skinny selves~”

And with the Ring of Truth warmed up, the Riskybats quickly filled their cups of their bras to near bursting, long ponytails growing out of their bandannas, and became wide-hipped and pleasing short babes, but still remained looking like Tinkerbats. On the rest of the boat, the Tinkerbats gained the same proportions, but their clothing no included a strapless bikini top to barely cover their boobs.

The Riskybats nodded, telling her that they know and that she built them that way.

“Of course I did! Ohohoho~”

“Now,” She continued, “With this in mind, let us proceed on our way~”

* Originally Written by Geo