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Sky pouted as she stared up at the numerous sexy ‘Birdy-Bitches’ looming around her, snickering at her anger like they often do. Shantae, meanwhile tried to dust a nearby nest outside of Sky’s sightline, and somehow dangling on puppet strings, making a stupid position of one arm outstretched forwards and dusting, a leg bent far back to almost loop around to her back, and the other arm bent up to her chest in order to run her hand down her top.

Sky stomped, and demanded, “Alright you featherheads, I’ll do one demeaning thing, understand? Then you will give back the coffee eggs, or I’m closing down the hatchery and opening a Sky Fried Bimbo stand, you hear me?”

A bunch of caws and hoots of an appealed audience agreed with her. Wench, still playing with her tool in her snatch cawed out, “DANCE! DANCE!” And the rest harmonized along, no doubt wanting the dance that (This reality’s version) the birds are used to watching joyfully with horny eyes.

Sky blushed, remembering the stupid dance they are referring to in her head, flustered at the task they wanted. “Aw come on! The Dance? You know I hate The Dance! Especially since you don’t want me to wear any-!” But her voice was drowned out by squawks of disapproval.

Shantae shrugged behind her, the strings making her form a pose of her legs bent back on the floor and spread wide, and her arms holding her duster over her cleavage and dusting that valley, the strings moving up and down (and Risky moving the remote in the same motion back in her castle), making her look like she’s riding a big dick. Still, through the orgasm noises she was unwarily making, she managed to say in a dubbed-over voice, “Eh bien, Sky, *oh mon dieu!* On dirait que tu fais le *oh ouais! Tellement bon!* Fan dance sexy pour les Birdy-Bitches~”

Sky only rolled her eyes and said, “Ugh, Shantae, why do you bother, you know I don’t speak french...But I bet you said that I have to do the dance anyway...”

She sighed as the birds all paused in arrogant smugness. Until Sky rolled her eyes and walked towards her dressing closet, much to the delight of the Birdy-Bitches.

After about five minutes of rustling in there and Shantae losing the strings, plopping her keister down in a nearby chair, Sky emerged, hoots and hollers assaulting the room as she red-facedly strolled out, covering her front and back halves by two huge feather fans, one in pink, the other in blue.

“Let’s just get this over with...” She mumbled as Wench went to the nearby gramophone, smacking it with her face to flip it on. With the record spinning, some bumping slutty jazz filled the atrium, all the Birdy-Bitches gazing down, waiting for her to perform, even Shantae whom had taken occupancy front-line and center to the action, leaning back and flipping up her skirt unbeknownst to her, and hovering her duster over her crotch.

Sky gritted her teeth and began her lurid swaying around the room, flitting and flapping the fans alluringly, exposing herself away from her...appreciative audience. Her body moved with practiced ease, slinking along, only giving the slightest tease to the goods underneath the feathers, the blushing blond hating every second. Shantae herself was quite passive towards it, but her body said otherwise, the prop duster now stood ramrod straight up from her panty line, magically suspended as if a part of her, and both hands started stroking the plastic handle rhythmically, while Shantae’s eyes were stuck to the barely-feather-clad beauty before her, moaning and gasping as if she were a horny patron of a strip club, stroking her cock to a sexy stripshow.

“..F-f..fuck yeees~” Shantae breathed between her pants for air, “Keep goin’.. Keep- fuc..fuccmmmhhhh...sexy fu-cking bitch… Twerk that ass for me baby~”

Sky spun around in her dance routine, still covering herself with her fans, but now treated the feathered bitches to a twerking performance that caused her to jut out her sweetly-colored hip and fat ass, which flashed from beneath the feathers that she held behind her like a peacock tail like it was a flippy skirt. Her cheeks bounced to the music, ripples that even jiggled atop each other while she, rather expertly, twisted her waist to hump the air directly in front of Shantae.

“FU-ffffffuuuckyeassss~” Shantae’s moist lips clapped together before she let out a heavy moan, one filled with genuine lust on her moistened breath. Her eyes fluttered open, from the sudden sound of her own moan, “Ooohmm… Uh..” She glanced down at her crotch from the odd sensation that filled her panties, as well as a bunch of the white feathers of the duster spurting out the top, making a comical party blower noise as they floated around and landed on her body.

She blinked and her eyes widened upon realizing she had just orgasmed. Of course the reason for doing so went right over her head, along with her friend previously twerking directly in front of her and now back into her previous routine, “Wha~” her mouth opened, “Did I- Are you serious!? Did she fucking cum already?! I’m not ready yet! You wait your goddamn turn, you hair-trigger runt!!...Hehe, hair trigger, I’m hilarious~”

Shantae abruptly started to move in reverse, she glanced away from her crotch and licked her lips backwards after undoing her moan, feathers returning to the overly suggestive shaft. She stopped backtracking and resumed panting to herself while jacking off, entirely forgetting that whole ordeal and the cum that still filled her panties. Sky’s beautifully jiggling body had her entirely entranced to notice anything wrong with the situation; despite being the only person who could possibly find something wrong with it.

Even Risky was having a great time with the show, watching down at her victims, seeing her plaything’s feathered friend demean herself before her perverse pets. Though she felt that it could do with a little more… sauciness to it~

“Let’s see, Sky’s toolfucking pet accidentally smacks the gramophone, making it skip to another song. Sky will be **** to follow along with the upbeat silly song, exposing herself and shaking her body, using the fans to accentuate herself!”

While at the same time she said this fact, she shifted the Shantae Remote in one hand, the other previous one down her new royal bikini she had the Tinkerbabes make for her. It was a silky garment, one reminiscent of the skull patterns of her previous look, but with a deeper royal purple, and trimmed in white, like a royal cloak turned into fetishwear. Plus a golden crown sat atop her head, bearing a jewel to match the style of her new omnipotent prize.

She placed Shantae’s remote on the throne’s armrest and snapped her fingers, prompting her elegant seat to recline back into a much more splayed position. Two Tinkerbabes approached eagerly and began to massage her feet, while another trotted up to feed grapes into her lazily open mouth.

Not being able to stop herself from chuckling, Risky picked back up Shantae’s remote now that she was in a more cozy position and continued to play with a fully erect purple nipple like a joystick nub, while she stared into her deeply presented cleavage to enjoy the show.

Back to the Amorous Aviary, all hell is about to break loose.

Shantae felt a little pang of paranoia again, but through all the birdcalls and moaning, (including her own breathy huffs) she doubted she would’ve heard anything else except the metal clang of the record player getting smacked. The music died down briefly, and caused the entire room to pause for a moment, along with Sky, who literally stopped dancing in place, (though her tits and ass continued to jiggle, Shantae swears that she heard something about increased assets before the interruption.) But, once the music started back up again, you can be sure the cries were deafening, as Sky was now **** to dance to the tune of La Cucaracha.

But not just moving her fan dance to the faster wilder beat, but flapping those fans open, exposing her lithe and sexy body to the birds, and a currently wildly jerking off Shantae, eyes crossed and looking like she was cumming her brains out, her hand furiously beating off the duster now as fake feathers spewed forth from it to shower Sky.

Sky was aghast as her body betrayed her, her arms flapping the fans on either side of her now, shimmying her torso back and forth like maracas. The description from a certain pirate queen spectator gave her a wild idea in turn.

“Sky and her Harpie pets’ boobs take on the colors of painted Easter eggs, and make maraca noises when shaken about. When Sky shakes her painted boobies, her Birdy-Bitches follow along!”

And in an instant, suddenly the exposed Sky’s bouncy boobs now were painted in a swirl of colors, shaking around merrily with the sound of maracas to the tune of the music. The harpies above all followed along as they typically do, she swears it’s a mocking gesture.

Risky laughed so hard at the hilarious and perverted sight that her head flipped back in the chair, the crown flinging off and clocking one of the fanning servants in the noggin. “Ohohoho! This is so ridiculously delightful! Oh, but I can’t leave Shantae out of all the fun~” She rationalizes as she taps some more buttons.

Shantae was stuck in the midst of jacking her duster off with one hand, and rubbing her temple with the other, dealing with her own intrusive thoughts. Particularly that inner voice in her head again. She could’ve sworn she heard something, but this frantic music was too loud! A part of her assumed it was Risky’s voice, but she couldn’t be sure, and jumping to the conclusion that every oddity is the result of the queen’s actions was honestly absurd; sure almost every past occurrence and the odd magical affair had ‘something’ to do with Risky, but that doesn’t mean she is the reason for everything.

Gah! Why does the music have to be turned up so high!? This is how people get noise complaints. She wanted to cover her ears, but for some reason, she couldn’t move her left hand. Whatever, she didn’t care what that hand was doing, something between her legs. The other hand understood the futility of trying to cover her ears and went into the jerk-off pattern the other one was doing, miming stroking a dick near her face.

The Birdy-Bitches never ceased their hoots and hollers at Sky’s body-rocking plight. For the blonds’ part, she had her eyes shut as her hips rocked about, and her hands found their way into the air.

The distinct sound of maraca’s echoed from her painted assets as the harpies’ copied their ‘owner’ with their cheering bodies; the colors of their tits shifted about to differing shades of the rainbow in a giant gradient, blending with their natural skin and feather pigments. Sky’s mounds weren’t spared, the feather-adorned woman appeared to seemingly glow in the midst of the room as if she were a goddess on display, who knew how to sensually please her subjects by just the shakes of her curved hip. Though it could just be the bedazzled patterns on her firm buoyant titties being hit by the lights.

Sky arched her shoulders back and thrust out her chest to deliberately jiggle and bounce her jiggly melons atop her slim frame, the clear sound of sashaying maracas resonated from within the natural bounces her rack created.

Shantae’s annoyance at the sheer level of differing sounds that filled her ears grew to nearly reaching her limit. This was ridiculous. Not the dance nor the Birdy-Bitches moaning and groping and fucking each other, of course. Sky sexually presenting herself as a literal slab of meat for them wasn’t odd either, nor the way Shantae proceeded to stand up and walk towards her dancing friend to join her in thrusting out her rack to jiggle and bounce them about. All of that was normal, nothing odd- or at least as odd as that faint voice in her head. But the music had to be toned down. Honestly, it was just too high, people might think they’re doing something weird.

Now that she was much closer, close enough that as the two friends shook their chests left and right and made their boobies jiggle about and flick their long nipples against one anothers’, (Sky’s constantly changing colors while creating musical noises between the bounces,) their tits rubbed and slapped against each other, and the duster-dick brushing Sky’s pussy lightly, Shantae’s arms now mirroring each other in jerking off invisible dicks in her face. Though this lack of space between them meant she could actually ask her friend to turn the music down before her eardrums popped.

Shantae opened her mouth,”H-hey! Sky!” She had to shout.

“Yeahhh!?” Sky’s breath came out in hefty pants and giggles from the duster ministrations, both her, and her compatriot’s mounds were glistening with sweat; a ton of heat was being created in the room, which was displayed by the way sweat seeped between their tits.

“You think- fuck their tits rubbing together looks so fucking hot.. -you can t- you know what? You can lose the maid getup aaand.. -urn down the mu- actually wait, how would this look on you? Wait, do I have the communication on? Oops! Haha~ -sic?”

“Uhh,” Sky breathed, “Is it that loud?” Her dance shifted and she stopped jiggling her chest side to side to begin swaying her hips left and right, while she bounced her body, of course, that action still made her rack jiggle and not stop its musical jingle.

“Loud?!” Shantae mocked surprise as she began to mimic her friend’s movement, their hips swayed in exact unison. “Pfft~ Naaaa- Okay, hang on- aaah, it’s fineeee.”

“Alright, then,” Shrugged Sky before she spun on her heel and proceeded to twerk, her ass thrusted against Shantae’s crotch, unintentionally pressing the cum that filled her underwear to squish against her snatch, and hotdogging the remaining duster in between her fat asscheeks, making Shantae feather-cum all over again.

“Okaaaaaaaeeeee,” Shantae screamed, then copied Sky and spun around to place her hands on her thighs, her ass collided with Sky’s as the two girls clapped their bubbly asscheeks against each others’. “I’ll admi- How do you turn off the communication stuff? -t it’s just a litt- don’t you brats look at me like that! I know how to use the damn thing! -le bit too l- Oh, so you’ve never forgotten something before? Well we can’t all have perfect memories like you henchbabes! -oud, you know? Just a bit. I've done it so many times already, I swear it’s one of these buttons...”

“Is it?” Sky asked, as both she and Shantae purposely proceeded to thrust their asses against each other and create sweaty clapping sounds of their own from the way their meaty cheeks collided. “We’ll it’s not my music so my hands are tied.”

“I AM NOT READING THAT LIBRARY OF A MANUAL!! They’re literally your Birdy-Bitches you can- GET YOUR CUTE ASSES OUT OF HERE!!!!! -just tell them to turn it down.” Shantae and Sky both turned around after one last clap of their asses. They resumed shaking their chests, and the sound of Sky’s jiggling udders caused the maraca noise to increase, much to Shantae’s chagrin.

“I can’t be- It’s not that button, nitwits, I’m not- I’m not pushing it! I won’t I won’t I... fucking fine you curious bastards, you want me to push it?!” Shantae instantly began to lick Sky’s tits, something that wasn’t too easy since her friend’s jugs were jiggling widely; but with her face literally in Sky’s cleavage, she found a way to manage, her face being slapped around. Her tongue was filled with the goal to paint everything with her saliva, currently that first ‘‘thing’’ was the dancing person directly in front of her. Of course, all of this flew over Shantae’s head and she continued speaking between licks, “-the only one here who thinks it’s a b- there, I pushed the stupid button, ya’ll happy? Good, now- OKAY GET OFF ME! PERSONAL SPACE! HAVE YOU HEARD OF IT!? -bit loud. HEY DON’T TOUCH THAT KNOB!”

Rolling her eyes, Sky lifted an arm and placed her hands behind her head so Shantae would have easier access to licking the underside of her sideboob and her armpit. “I guess you’re not used to this,” she sighed, and completely ignored the way Shantae’s outfit began to cycle through a myriad of clothing choices. Including a typical succubus fetish corset that only held her large bronze-skinned rack with half-cups that draped along the sides of her tits, fake (or perhaps entirely real,) wings and a sharp-tipped tail. A mummy outfit which was just one long bandage draped around her naked body, tight enough to resemble what was literally a second layer of skin, but short enough to expose a lot in a teasing fashion. A sci fi cop, that had the top three buttons on it’s police uniform undone and shiny light blue transparent panels which displayed her midriff, thighs and arms among other portions, as well as a tiny skirt held wide by a hula hoop rim, “Fine I’ll have them turn it down if it’s THAT bad,”

“*Lick* Yeah, *Shlurp* I swear you girls are really pissing me off, you like playing with that?” Shantae dragged her tongue up Sky’s shoulder to the side of her neck and ended below her chin, her clothing never stopped cycling through slutty styles. From a tight unbuttoned cleavage-displaying schoolgirl blouse and micro skirt, to a cave raider-style adventure outfit involving no bra, a tiny tank top that jiggled from the weight of her titanic tits, and tiny cargo shorts. “Maybe instead of touching my junk, one of you sluts can read that fucking manual and- I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T STOP PLAYING WITH THAT DAMN DIAL- Oh wait, stop, go back twice! It’s pretty bad.” Shantae said as she licked Sky’s lips to coat them in her saliva, while her outfit changed again, “Like noise complai- THA~AT’S THE ONE! Leave it.-nt levels of loud.” She finished her sentence while giving the left side of Sky’s tits a tongue bath.

Shantae dropped to her knees and shifted her head underneath the large feather that draped over Sky’s ass, and she proceeded to share her spit across her friend’s fat rear end; making sure to wedge her face in there and spread it between her asscheeks. She, as is becoming the norm at this point, failed to notice how her beautiful bronze figure, which shimmered with a sheen of sweat, was entirely exposed as her ‘outfit’ left her body mostly naked, save for a pair of skull-shaped nipple tassels that resembled Risky’s signature pirate hat and skull; while her pussy was ‘covered’ by a gold band that dipped down at the front around her waist, and stretches out a long transparent purple loincloth, with a cutout in the shape of a skull to display her snatch. Her hair was done up in a tight but large bow behind her head, with a lock on it holding it in its demeaning prison, and a pair of cuffs on her ankles and wrists.

Sky shook her hips and bounced her ass while Shantae was going to town between her cheeks. The blond glanced back for a moment as she barely heard, though definitely felt her friend say something from amidst her ass.

Sighing loudly, Sky said, “Alright~ Alright,” her voice raised loud enough to cut through the maraca shaking tits and audible moans from the harpies. “Birdy-Bitches! I need you girls to keep it down, Aye? I’m not asking!”

Wench fluttered her wings, looking somewhat peeved that she had to stop masturbating just to be told to quiet down, and flew down to perch on Sky’s still swaying shoulder. She whispered something into the blonde’s ear; her face instantly slackened.

“Like hell it was!” Sky shouted, her dance came to a halt as Shantae plopped her head out from between Sky’s asscheeks. Literally, the action creating a faint *pop* sound while Sky’s buttocks continued to bounce for a few moments before settling in place. Oh, no her ass began to jiggle again since she had just stomped her feet.

Shantae tilted her head and rose up, “Oh, you dumb sluts finally figured it out? Page 46...I don’t care what page it’s on, you dolt! How do I shut this off?! What’s the probl- This one!? Really? So this turns the communication off? I swear if it’s still active afte- -lem, Sky?” she casually raised a hand to sink in and scratch the underside of her large right tit; as the sexy **** garb left her heavily exposed, made it quite easy to get at any lower boob itches that may arise.

Sky cupped one arm below her tits, that faint action was enough to create a faint jiggle, which created its own brief maraca sound, while her other hand covered her face. “She said that counted as their ‘one command,’ and I need to do _ANOTHER _sexual act if I want to get those eggs back.”

“Oh, whoops.” Shantae blinked. Suddenly feeling bad for her insistence on having them turn down the ruckus.

Though, up above, Risky was having a riot. Her laughter was audible enough to be heard from outside her castle; her cleavage mirror jostled tremendously as she struggled to gather air. The Tinkerbabes, having no idea what caused their mistress such joy, gradually began to nervously laugh as well, if only to save face and not appear so awkward. “OH~HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! This is GOOOLLLD!! Pffff~ Hahahahahaha!! I didn’t even cause that!! You see this shit?!” Risky eyed one rather lucky Tinkerbabe while leaning forward to give the minion a generous glance down into her tremendously deep cleavage. Though it couldn’t see the same mirror Risky spied, and instead was getting aroused by the thought of her mistress punishing her by shoving its face right down between her tits to perish peacefully. “Shantae~ Shantae~ Simple-minded Shantae~ why do you ally yourself with such idiots? How can you call that bird titty-brained slut your ‘friend’ when it seems like she is no more intelligent than her original birds?”

The villainess paused for a moment. She nearly worded her sentence in a way that would’ve left that feathered fuck as naive as an animal… this power- it truly does make her a god! This entire world is no longer even worth conquering- heh~ but, despite that, there is still one person who does hold the honor of kneeling before her to kiss her heel.

“Alright…” Risky sighed. Her enjoyment gradually died down with her leveling breath. “I’m thinking it’s time to bring Shantae into the fold. What do you say?” She paused for a moment but didn’t give the Tinkerbabes a moment to respond. “I can have the world, and I will eventually- but alas, what I desire most in the present is one obediently mindless genie to kneel before me as I accomplish what she has always prevented me from doing~”

With one hand on her handy-dandy Shantae-controlling remote, Risky flipped the ‘‘Awareness-Switch’’ to on, and then pressed a single button that would cement Shantae in her position as a **** to the might of Risky Boots…

Okay well maybe not this one button, but the button would lead to it…

Gah~ the moment’s wasted…

Eh, whatever.

Her fingers pressed down on the button that read, ‘‘SUMMON.’’

[Co-Wrote by Geo]