Lost Ring Found a New Owner

“You…Imbeciles!” Risky Boots screams at her henchwomen. She lifted the one that tripped her by the neck, furious.

The Tinkerbabe mutely rambled apologies, frightened for her life as she saw her captain only get more heated. One Tinkerbabe besides Risky nervously chips in to aid in her defense, changing the subject to seeing a ring bounce out of the balcony.

This seems to have worked somewhat until one of the others questioned their partner of the fact that it’s where the docks are, and may have either fallen into the bushes, or into the ocean if it bounced far enough and through a slat. Then the fury returned.

“That ring is important to me!” Risky said, “So go out there and get it back!” And proceeded to toss the Tinkerbabe in her hand out the window. It was a strong toss, too, as a distant splash was heard. She glares at the others in the room, saying, “Through the same window or otherwise, you are all going to search as well! Move it!”

They all skittered in panic to the stairs, scared to incite any further anger.

“That ring is the key to my plans!” Risky begins yelling at the empty room for some reason, “It turns reality into anything I say it is, to the absolute truth! If somebody wears that thing, nobody but the wearer is going to realize changes occur!”

“So that’s what’s going on!” Yelled an equally angry half-genie, stepping from behind the open doorway from where the Tinkerbabes rushed out from.

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Shantae walked up the spiral stairs to the throne room, frustrated as she was putting back on her top from another chase from Rottytops. Luckily for her, the zombie wasn’t going to interrupt her again, as she managed to find herself tangled in the fishing market by the time Shantae caught up with her, and managed to sneak away as Rotty was gathering her limbs from the stumble she went through.

Strangely, as she was walking up the stairs, the swarm of Tinkerbats that were descending didn’t pause to intercept her as she was previously assuming, and instead kept running out of sight. Shantae thought this would be quite odd, but honestly, she wasn’t going to knock little blessings like this in the state of bad luck she’s been put through today.

”A fancy ring, I think I’ll keep it. Though somebody should tell me how important this thing is for that busty pirate to lose her temper like that.”

Again with the voices. But this time, it wasn’t the voice she was familiar with running through her mind, but in fact a different voice. While it was also familiar, she couldn’t as easily assume whom it could be.

Though it seems the first voice is very plainly recognizable as she overhears a certain pirate queen raving about a magic ring, apparently.

“So that’s what’s going on!” She yelled, kicking open the partially closed door.

“And then there’s this twerp!” Risky turns to address her long-time rival with a hand gesture.

“I knew you were messing with me! No matter how many times you mess with me, you will always be on the beating end of my hair! Now give up the ring or I smack you in the teeth!” Shantae threatens, putting on an imposing stance, though winces somewhat as she hears the voice again.

“Oh heck, for real? Like I can make things happen like, I dunno, I can see what’s going on with Risky Boots.”

Risky however was not intimidated, and in fact was more annoyed. “Look, runt. I don’t have the time to play with you right now. So get out of my way.” Risky unsheathed her scimitar from her waist, and brandished it menacingly, keeping the remote she still had behind her back.

“So I can do anything…Cool! So all I gotta do is say something I want to be true. Maybe like…Risky Boots isn’t a queen!”

Shantae winced again, and in a blink, her whole environment changed, now standing on the deck of no doubt one of Risky Boots’ ships, wood boards creaking as they both stood on deck and lightly bobbing from the piers’ waves. Shantae could’ve sworn they were elsewhere. A palace perhaps? But why? And where? There wasn’t a palace anywhere near Scuttle Town.

The pirate across from Shantae cocked an eyebrow, and lowered her sword a little after seeing her longtime menace hold her head in confusion. “Wait, you can still tell when things change, can’t you?”

Shantae was about to respond until she was interrupted by Risky realizing what that meant, “Wait! That means something has changed…And that means someone has the ring already!”

“Can she tell? It looks like she can tell. Man, there’s no sound to this screen. Would she notice something like this? Risky is dressed in a bunny suit!”

With a brief shimmer, Shantae refocused her eyes and saw her purple rival now in a deeper purple bunny outfit. Composed of a grape colored one piece corset, high cut around the crotch area, and the cups lifting the weight of her hefty chest. Matching heels upon her feet lift her up a good six inches, with a set of fishnet stockings running from them all the way up her legs. Her hair flows straight behind her, slicked back and pinned down by a matching hairband, with a pair of large bunny ears attached. Her hands were cuffed by cufflink bands, and in her hands, her scimitar had radically changed, from formerly a blade to now a giant inflatable carrot, brandished in her hand as if it were to be menacing.

Shantae couldn’t help but make a giggle at the pirate’s new getup. “Yeah, I would assume so. I mean, it’s not like you dressed like a sexy bunny girl yourself, right?”

This gave Risky pause. She had in fact purposefully dressed up as a bunny girl, as she had a plan to invade a casino of some treasure-based Baron, get through security through subterfuge. But now that the half-genie mentioned it, that couldn’t be right, and now felt more self conscious.

“L-listen. This is a huge problem,” Risky Boots attempts to reason, “That ring is a massive problem, especially since you and I don’t know who’s got it. So for now…I’m willing to bargain for a truce. After all, you can see what’s changed for some reason while I can’t.”

Shantae crosses her arms, and cocks an eyebrow. “A truce. In other words you want me to help you get the ring back. I’d rather this Truth Ring or whatever not get into your hands.”

“Well if the genie can tell or whatever, I need to fix that right up and make sure she can't tell others. Shantae can only talk in sexy phrases!”

“Wait, it’s happeni- Oh god! Yes! Yes! Harder, you fucking stud!” She interrupted herself as spewing from her mouth came a rampant series of moans and sexual implications.

She covered her mouth at the noises, but when she tried speaking again after checking if it was a one-time thing, what came out was, “Yeah, jam that cock right up my genie ass! Ohhhh! Make me cum so hard that I squeal! I’ll rub that dick so good that it’ll be like I wished for gallons of sticky white stuff all over my-” And clamped her hands back over her mouth.

Risky merely stood there confused, now leaning on the carrot inflatable like a cane. Shantae met her gaze in annoyance and made a pointing motion to her covered mouth with a free hand. Risky pondered what she meant by this, until she of course realized, her way of speaking got changed. And here she thought that her nemesis always had these weird sexual tourettes.

The bunny-clad Risky Boots used her other hand and clicked on the remote in her direction, and said, “There, try that.”

Shantae uncovered her mouth hesitantly and tested her voice. “Testeng, i’m not talkeng een a séxual mannair.” Shantae’s eyes shot wide, “Hey! This…! It’s bettair, but it’s not mon voicé!” She continued in her silly french accent, the tone dripping with sexual moans and groans.

Risky cheekily shrugs, “Oh, you know how it is with reality warping, I can’t remember you not speaking like a slut in the middle of a fuckfest.” She jostled the remote in her hand a little to bring attention to it, “Point is, I got the remote that can control you. Anything that happens to you, I can rectify or mitigate, but you have to tell me what’s wrong. In other words, we need to team up, you to tell me what’s wrong, and I to help you get back to normal so that you’re not hindered in our little rescue mission.”

Shantae didn’t want to admit it, but she had a point. Even if she managed to get the remote for herself, she could be stopped by getting into a position where she couldn’t operate it or something, and the less people know about the ring the better.

Risky clicked the remote idly, as Shantae made her agreement, “Alright fine, but you better help, and we’re destroying that ring the moment it’s in our grasp, understand?” She said in her new helium-toned voice, making her sound ridiculous.

Risky giggled a little and nodded, “Of course, of course. I promise. Honestly, it may be better off destroyed, I’d hate to lose it again.”

She turned to the deck of her ship and Called for the Tinkerbats to scatter, and find any trace of who the new ring bearer could be. “ I want all the gossip you got, about new Lords and Ladies with weird histories, of weird happenings, of weirdos with harems that are too good for them. Move out!”

“Why are they not fighting already? I wanna see some sexy girl on girl, dammit!...Oh right, I can just do that. I can do anything. Risky Boots and Shantae are now topless and are mashing their boobs together.”

Suddenly, the two were dragged across the deck towards each other. On the way, it was like their tops refused to follow, and tore off as easily as tissue paper before fluttering down to the deck, leaving the two stuck to each other by their tits. They tried pulling away, but it was like they were magnetized, all they could do was jostle their boobs around against each other in their efforts. Such an effort left both of them pretty red in the face from embarrassment.

Shantae was about to point out what changed, when Risky responded, “Yeah yeah, I know! Seems like whomever it was, they phrased it like it was happening, more than just being a fact.”

“Now their boobs grow bigger than their heads!”

“...And when things are actively happening.” Risky finishes, seeing both her pale purple tits and Shantae’s bronze boobs plump up comically to some huge round assets. Still stuck to each other, but now there was a lot more space between them, and a lot more jiggling.

“Oh oh oh! Now they’re super sensitive to titplay, and will have a massive orgasm from this!”

All of a sudden, both genie and pirate felt a massive rush of heat flood from their tits to their loins. The sudden flood of arousal hit them both, as they began collapsing onto the floor of the deck, panting and moaning in furious passion of their boobs refusing to part, and constantly press and mold against each other. It was a good thing that Risky sent out the Tinkerbats quickly before that happened, as they would’ve made quite the sight, as both wailed in delight as they crested over that hill to orgasm, collapsing onto the deck together. With a trembling hand, Risky pressed the remote again before they passed out, seemingly separating the two as she made the remote reverse Shantae’s tits to hers.

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Meanwhile, parting away from Scuttle Town, a giant red squid shifts a gold bangle that grew to fit one of his nubbed tentacles, and a paper thin monitor floating beside him magically. He's eager to play more with the ring, but with those two seemingly knowing of the ring, he has to make himself scarce for now. Maybe he'll truth himself up a new place. Yessir, everything’s coming up Squid Baron!