Technical difficulties, better reset.

Risky gave a mischievous snicker as she lowered her thumb towards the button. She was so curious on how this was going to go. Would the Half-Genie get flung through the streets on a mad dash towards her? Would she just poof in? Or maybe she’ll be **** to run her way over, no idea why she’s doing it! Risky likes the sound of the last one, and presses the Summon button!

And waited.

…And waited.

And wait a minute, Risky looked down and saw that nothing was happening, just those two featherheaded schmucks still trying to get those damn eggs. Though the panic Shantae was currently facing was hilarious, it was not what she wanted that she’d still be there.

Risky presses it a few more times. Again, not even a nudge!

“What’s wrong with this thing?” She pouts, annoyed that something wasn’t working the way she wants. She heard the chatter of her busty Tinkerbabes fluttering around the pages of the manual. After one of them stopped on the appropriate page, they held it up to their pirate queen.

Risky cocked an annoyed eyebrow, and saw the brief red scribble of someone had made a note, saying that this Summon Button was nonfunctional, as Aunt Mimic wasn’t done with it yet.

“Nonfunctional?!” Risky yells, tossing the remote at the stack of Tinkerbabes that were in the process of framing a giant picture of Risky Boots in queenly garb on the wall. Doing so toppled them down like a jenga tower, leaving them toppled in a heap, and smushed against the painting like a net as the remote bounced back into her grasp by luck.

“Rrgh, this is frustrating!” She rubbed her temples as she tossed the remote up and down in her other hand. The manual-holding Tinkerbabes flinched every time the device went up in the fear it’d come sailing into them as well.

“Why am I having trouble figuring out where to go from here?! It would’ve been easier to just bring her back here, but now I’m stuck after that train of thought derailed and knocked me out of my groove!” She pounded her free hand against her throne’s armrest before arranging herself sideways upon it, “Only thing I have to think of now is more remote play, but that needs her to be in a new scenario, and the birds bore me now!”

The Tinkerbabes looked at each other, rolling their eyes when the captain looked away at how crazy their queen was sounding. They muttered their contemplations of if she’s truly lost her sanity…this time for sure.

“It’s settled, then, I’ll just get another do-over!” She yelled, as she stood up suddenly, startling the manual Tinkerbabes to flop over in surprise. Risky rubbed her chin with the remote, and subtly fingered the ring on her other hand, thinking what to say. With a snap, she figured out a reset that would be good enough.

“Everything except my castle, my scrying power, and my new remote are reset back to this morning!” Risky giggled at the thought, she did love seeing that magical runt squirm, so why not allow her a little paranoia, and this reset is sure to rile that up some. So why not try and expand upon that for this new round.

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Shantae woke up from her bed, startled by the weird dream she was having. Strange, she felt that she just did that not too long ago.

In fact, it felt like a recurring nightmare. Shantae kept dreaming that she was being thrown into one perverted situation to the next, and most of the time she acted like she was unaware of it all. Not to mention that voice in her head occasionally telling her what was currently happening, like it wasn’t obvious just by looking.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, feeling too anxious to go out and help with the favor she promised Sky. Hopefully she’ll understand that something weird is going on here and it’s always bad to ignore that kind of thing.

As she makes her way to her closet, she thinks to herself. Let’s see, what are some common factors to these weird scenarios? Well, outside of the voice thing of course, there was the fact that they were perverted scenarios. She could think of several people that had such mindsets, but not the means to keep getting away with it as they have been doing.

Another thing was it was always when she left the house, so maybe she’ll stay in today, practice up on some of her magical dances, since she’s been feeling a little rusty with them lately. Who knows, maybe she’ll be able to catch whomever the heck is messing with her if it’s relegated to just her and she doesn’t go anywhere.

Finally dressed, she shakes out the sleep from her body, and says, “Alright, Transform practice time!” And gets ready to go into a dance.

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Risky looks on, looking into her cleavage to once again spy on the hapless annoyance of hers.

“Transform practice? That sounds like fun~ Only for the fact that I mentally govern everything she transforms into and she’s none the wiser about that fact~” She remarks, giving a haughty chuckle as she watches on, thinking about what she should become first.

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Shantae sort of stumbles a little on her way to the main room in her house, but manages to catch herself on the wall. She wasn’t paying attention to catch the words, trying to recall them like the others seems to come up with only static for some reason, like it’s actively trying to stop her from knowing what it said. Nevertheless, she knows something is up now, and is justified in her not leaving the house today.

Getting into position to begin a dance, she begins, thinking to go for the classic monkey form for the first one, hoping that the practice can help make these things blow over.

After the usual shakes and shimmies, with a poof, Shantae had transformed. Though her perspective was far lower to the ground than she expected. She opened her eyes and was facing the ceiling, face up on the floor. She wasn’t in her monkey form, she knew that much. She felt like she was something…flat?

Luckily, the Half-Genie felt herself able to move, so wriggled herself over to the full length mirror, and found herself more in a glide, as she felt herself rising and fluttering towards it, and managed to angle herself in a way that she could see herself.

The image reflected back, showed that she was in fact a carpet. And not just any kind either, by the way she drifted, she was a flying carpet, with tasseled corners and a pattern on the face. Her current position only showed a pattern of her face in a rather artistic angular fashion, though was blushing in shock for some reason.

“Alright, a magic carpet form, not what I wanted, but fun that I have th-” She stopped talking to herself as she maneuvered the carpet body around to look at the full image. She was not too happy when the details were of herself, nude in the artistic rendition, covering up her large boobs and her crotch. “Hey! Why is my carpet pattern this?!” She shouted, outraged at the embarrassing display.

She knew of other magic carpets with flame patterns and things like beautiful woman silhouettes, but as gaudy as those are, this was a far more embarrassing pattern! She couldn’t go flying like this, displaying herself to anybody that happened to look skyward! She’d make herself a laughingstock, or worse, pulled over for public indecency.

She struggled with the form for a while, folding this way and that, trying to release the transformation and making the erotic caricature of her dance around on the fabric, and with a poof, she returned herself back to normal, angry pout plain on her face. She was at least glad that she decided to do the practice indoors.

She struggled with the form for a while, folding this way and that, trying to release the transformation and making the erotic caricature of her dance around on the fabric, and with a poof, she returned herself back to normal, angry pout plain on her face. She was at least glad that she decided to do the practice indoors.

Even still, she remained almost as embarrassed as she would be if she were doing this in the middle of Scuttle Town's crowded streets. At least that's how it felt, the clear flush tinge to her light brown cheeks couldn't be shaken off no matter how much she tried. With wavering legs she took herself away from the mirror, as if looking at her reflection was the cause of this embarrassment.

After everything she's been through, this is just pathetic.

Unless there really is some other **** at play here, that looming threat did help settle her nerves.

"Alright, let's try again…" She grumbled, thinking about going into Elephant Form this time. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs while expanding her chest.

Her hip swayed to the left, one arm darted up over her head. With a soundless tune bouncing in her head as her belly shifted from side to side. Her hips moved to the well-practiced tune as she fell into the groove. "You got this, Shantae. Just focus..." She motivated herself as her moves flowed more naturally, hoping that she gets it right this time.

''Ohh~ fufu~ good luck, half-genie brat! Oh, what a coincidence, I have a box of popcorn on my lap! This will be good!''

''Huh?''

She thought she heard something. But her internal musical beat worked to drown out any distractions, so she was able to just shrug it off from her concentration. After a spin and a pose, balancing on the tips of her toes with one leg while her other jutted to the side, she felt herself be engulfed in a familiar cloud of magic.

*Poof*

Once again, she finished her transformation with a smile, keeping her pose for as long as she could manage before her perspective changed. This time fully expecting something large and in charge; her Elephant Form, her jaw dropped when the room around her didn't appear smaller in the slightest. However, that isn't to say it wasn't much larger, either.

If anything, she felt only slightly smaller than before.

"Okay," Shantae sighed with genuine annoyance, "What did I turn into this t- wait,"

She was talking, certainly, but nothing came out of her mouth from doing so.

Actually. Does she have a mouth? Or a head? Or...

It didn't take long for Shantae to notice that her field of view was primarily rigid. Set in place, she wasn't able to do anything other than look around with her eyes. An object again, she reasons, as she made attempts to wiggle her legs, but the best that was achieved was… absolutely nothing, as she couldn't move!

"No, no, no, no!" Shantae half moaned and half whined. "This isn't an elephant at all! I- what kind of object even am I!?"

She had her back to the mirror, and turning her neck didn’t feel like it was even an option. After calming down some, she happened to just glance down, and noticed a red padded cushion, with purple genie lamp symbol stitched into it.

"W-Wha...No way..."

Looking to either side of that cushion below her, she saw two armrests, colored yellow-gold, but just as plush as the cushion.

"No. This-This isn't possible."

In a frantic rush Shantae tried leaning to the side, which managed to work, shifting her perspective in the process from the nudge. She shimmied left, then did the opposite shimmying right, keeping that momentum she managed to stagger herself left and right while turning in place to face the mirror.

Though, once she saw her own reflection, any urge to wobble stopped in its tracks.

*Thump*

The right legs of her chair slammed against the hardwood floor. No, not specifically her chair legs. No, it was...her...her own legs...

She transformed into a freaking chair! Though, a nice-looking chair, to be fair. Golden-brown wood made up the frame of the chair with the previously-seen red padding lining the arms and seat-cushion. The four legs of the chair were capped off with her typical red pointy shoes, and the back of the lavish-looking chair was decorated with her signature hair, long enough to spill onto the ground as a sort of plumed display. But worse of all, was the backrest of the chair. Instead of red cushioning forming the face of it, it had light brown padding, specifically because the cushioning was literally just a picture of her face. Said face expressed in a distinctly lewd manner, her tongue sticking out and down lewdly, with a clear and apparent lusty breath cloud illustrated. White splotches stained the brown cushion resembling glops of semen that were smudged into the fabric itself, along with her purposely lewd depiction. Her cheeks were flushed and face spattered with sweat and cum, looking like she was posing underneath the very thing that seeded onto her.

At the very least she could move her eyes around, but every moment she stopped trying to look a certain way her eyes would dart back to rolling her eyes upwards, as if gazing a certain way was the specific spot she was supposed to look. Maybe the best her magic could afford was letting her eyes wander around, but this...

This is embarrassing!

And without being able to move, she'll just have to wait to transform back to normal.

"Something is sooo wrong here! Why can't I- UGGGHHHHHH-"

*Poof*

"HHHHHHhhhffff..." Shantae realized she was actually talking again, only a few seconds after the cloud had dissipated. She was expressing her exasperation with a cry right up into the air, but squatting in a sitting position as if she were imitating a chair. "Okay..." She muttered, still squatting, "This is messed up..."

She stands back up, and says to herself, “What ever’s going on, I gotta find out what’s doin-”

“And then she tries a couple more times, I’m having too much fun with this!”

“-Going to try a few more times, maybe I got it wrong.” She self-corrected, shaking her head at what was going on in her head.

Shantae huffed and stood back to neutral in the middle of the room. This time Spider, that won’t let her down. With a sensuous wiggle, a dip low then back up, she danced her way to transforming into-!

A candelabra.

“DANGIT!” She yelled, flailing the new candlestick holders that were her new arms.

Her body was a solid gold version of herself, albeit sans legs, which was now a wide base which had a bulb-shaped stalk extending up and forming her waist. Her arms were thin and noodly, save for the holders at the end that were shaped to look like blooming flowers. In those holders were red wax candles, lit and flickering with a purple light. She expected her head to have a cup for a candle as well or something, as candelabras tended to not just be branches alone, but groaned as she saw a pit in between her cleavage, where a short fragrance candle lay nestled instead. In the mirror, she also saw her ponytail was behind her curling around an unlit spare.

The foot tall half-genie fumed, the flames on the candles burning brighter as she pouted. Hopping in place as a show of stomping her feet, she fell back onto the floor with a thump as she poofed back to normal.

“Why can’t I get my transformations right?! It’s like something’s altering my dance patterns!”

She stood up again, determined to find out the cau- try one more time before giving up and try to figure out the cause of all this!

With a few more shakes of her hips, she thinks of going with trying Monkey again, maybe the same transformation ending up differently might end up with a different result, and thus proving something is messing with her.

Just as she finishes her final flourish, she transforms just as someone bursts open her front door.

“Hiiii, Shantae! I decided to drop in! I heard a commotion and I knew you wouldn’t mind me letting myself in!”

After the shock of the form change had left her head, Shantae sighed. Great, just what she needed, Rottytops, her zombie friend(?) decided to barge in rudely. Again.

Though that point was not a big deal as she once again didn’t turn into a monkey, but instead something different. Her hunch was correct, as she was certainly not a carpet again. Whatever she was, she couldn’t really see anything, as some kind of purple covering was shrouding her vision of the mirror.

“Shantaeee~ Where are you? I swear I heard you make some noise in here!” She heard Rotty say, closer this time. Then she felt a slight tap to her backside, enough to get her to shake a little, the covering now tipping behind her, so she was able to see the mirror now, at least enough to see what she herself had turned into.

“Huh? Weird, why would someone put a desk lamp on the floor?”

Desk lamp?!

Indeed, she was a desk lamp now. Though certainly one that looked like a novelty hula lamp. Her body was changed up to be still her normal body, but more made of ceramic, and wearing a typical hula costume, the grass skirt made of green beads on strings attached to her waist. From under the shade, she saw that her head was a more simplified version of her face, having just an impression of her eyes, but the rest was the transparent glass of a lightbulb, framed by the dipped purple lampshade that was her hair.

She heard a thump behind her as she now saw Rottytops in the reflection, resting on the carpet with Shantae in front of her. Rotty blinked as she looked in the reflection too after studying the odd curiosity knickknack before her, and spotted Shantae’s face peeking under the shade.

“Ohhhh! I get it now! You transformed to hide from me, you silly genie-weenie you!” Rotty giggled, running a finger along the lamp. She pressed the side of Shantae’s porcelaine hip that was jutting out and they both heard a click. All of a sudden Shantae felt lightheaded as her face turned on.

Shantae could hear Rotty coo in delight as she realized, “Ooo, neat! Your hips are a switch! So if I make you swing them the other way…”

Another click, and Shantae’s lightheadedness cleared up, leaving her a little dizzy. As expected of her form, clicking the other way turned her “headbulb” off. Rotty grinned delightedly.

“Ooo~ That’s super duper fun! Let’s try some more! Shake them hips, girl!”

Shantae wanted to protest, especially having her hips being pushed from side to side by the zombie girl poking at the half-genie’s hips back and forth, but couldn’t due to a lack of mouth, and the fact that she was being very disoriented by the constant on and off pattern Shantae was **** to experience as the beads clacked against her porcelain legs.

“Heeheehee~ You’re so much fun, Shantae~ I should come by more often, if this is how you spend your afternoons!”

Shantae groaned as she focused as best as she could.

And poof, she was back to normal. Though, still feeling the shocks of the little light hula she was **** to do, she wasn’t aware that she was flopped on top of the still lying down Rottytops.

Shantae groaned as she got back up, Rotty only giggling as she felt the hand of her genie pal accidentally grope her butt from pushing herself off.

“Rrgh, Rotty! What are you doing, just barging in like that?”

Rotty looked at Shantae with faux-innocence, giving a wink, “Aww, c’mon, Shantae, a friend ain’t allowed to visit her friend when she’s in town?”

Shantae pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, taking a deep breath before asking, “Okay, why are you here then?”

Rotty smirked as she got back up, unnaturally so by flipping over to her back to the floor and raising her arms up, pivoting on her heel to raise up like a vampire from their coffin.

“Like I need an excuse, but Abner and Poe came into town to visit our favorite featherbutt Sky~ We were going by anyway, and thought we might as well pick up them coffee eggs she had for us instead of waiting around at home for them. And they had the whole thing covered, so I had time to visit you~”

Shantae smirked at that, even if the news was delivered to her in a rude fashion, “Well, thanks for that, at least, Rotty, Sky needed my help with those things today, but if your brothers are picking them up anyway then that’s a deed off of my busy shoulders.”