Risky Interrupts, who else would it be?

A shattering of the ceiling as a massive anchor falls through the roof. On it, stood a shapely figure in purple, laughing maniacally as she made her descent.

The pirate queen Risky Boots had made her entrance, dressed in a sexy nightie. The thing was very sheer, with faux fur circling the cups of the top, dark nipples visible through the purple translucent material being stretched by her ever-bouncing boobies. The curtain that extended down from this top was of the same see-through material, with a frilly edge to it, and while it did dangle below her waist, the sight of a sexy thong wedged up her fantastic pirate booty was plainly visible. Only other thing she was wearing was some equally sheer stockings and her standard pirate hat.

Shantae looked startled, but was quickly taken aback at what she was witnessing. Mimic himself didn’t get the chance to witness it as he made his way out of the workshop the moment the crash happened.

“Ohohoho!” Risky Boots laughed, “Well now, I believe my elegant spy network managed to uncover your special type gun the old fool was working on! I’m here to claim it for my-!”

Shantae interrupted her, “-Uh, before you begin your usual spiel, did you…remember to get dressed this morning?”

Risky scowled before she looked down at herself, “What are you talking about? Of course I-!” But then the words died in her throat as she squealed, trying to cover herself. Shantae saw that she definitely didn’t mean to dress like that, but how would you make such a mistake? Maybe Risky was in too much of a rush to get the thing from Mimic that she didn’t realize how she was dressed, either way, it made Shantae involuntarily drool at the sight of something so sexy.

“N-nevertheless! Tinkerbats! Deal with the runt as I find the gun! And keep her from staring at me! Her perverted look towards me is making me quite uncomfortable.”

Shantae heard that as she wiped her mouth. Why was she drooling? She blushed a little at what her body did while she was unaware as she braced herself, ready to take on Risky’s minions suddenly rushing her way through the open roof. A few of them were sidetracked with what their captain was wearing, and Shantae’s new seashell uniform, but shook it off quickly before returning to their instructed task.

Shantae had no trouble moving in her heels, as she attempted to whip and strike at the servants coming after her with their scimitars. Her hair struck multiples of them with ease, and the Tinkerbats were having difficulty focusing due to the half-genie’s ridiculously busty form and wide meaty hips shaking around in her attempts to dodge their blades, but it wasn’t enough for her to get through their numbers to reach Risky Boots, who seemed to have already found what she was looking for in the five minute span, as it was pointed in Shantae’s direction.

She brandished the handheld device, a thing that looked like an assembly of wires and bolts with a pistol grip and a radar dish on the end, and a pink crystal jammed into the spot where a trigger would be on a regular firearm. A cobbled-together prototype, to be sure, but Shantae was nervous about what it actually could do.

“Let’s take this beauty for a spin, shall we?” Risky smugly said, firing at her nemesis. Shantae attempted to dodge, but a scimitar from a nearby Tinkerbat made her get hit point-blank by the pink rings the device was pulsing out from its dish, resulting in Shantae feeling strange, the effects taking hold as she vibrated in place, her head-sized boobs bouncing around and almost hypnotizing the remaining Tinkerbats that weren’t knocked senseless.

Shantae’s mind began feeling a rattling interrupting her thoughts, a beating against her head that was almost rhythmical which was sidetracking her from looking at her assailant, and as the rays finished their ****, Shantae’s body began shaking her hips, a dopey smile plastered on the genie guardians’ face as she shook those shapely curves energetically to the beat that was going on in her mind. Her mouth slurred out the words, “I’m a sexy dancey-pants~” over and over as she felt the rhythm, changing her dance poses to the melodies that now flooded her senses. Until finally, there was a surge deep in herself, as if clicked open by a key in a lock, and her body flashed, body poofing into a new form.

All of a sudden, her consciousness returned, and finding herself leaning against the nearby workbench, slumped in a new form, like a life-sized plush toy of herself. Unlike her old body, it was still very busty, if not more now that the plush was stretched to its limits from being overstuffed with cotton, but also in her old genie clothes rather than the seashell bikini, seams everywhere, a printed smile pasted on her face, paired with shiny button eyes that looked like her regular eyes, but were obviously made of plastic, despite her being able to see out of them.

She glanced at the corner of her eyes to see a look of bafflement from Risky, before she made a cheeky smirk, walking towards Shantae doll.

“You know, at first I was a little disappointed that this was just a gun that made people dance,” She said as she reached forward and grabbed Shantae’s boob, rolling it around in her hand and enjoying the squeak toy sounds the action was making, “But on you it seems to have a superb effect~”

Her expression frowned a bit, looking down at her hand as she let go as if questioning why she did that. But she shook that feeling off, holding up the gun and noticing the crystal was now a dull gray.

“Unfortunately, it seems like the crystal is out of juice, but not to worry~ I’ll find something to help my new favorite toy~” She coos, reaching for Shantae’s back, and pulling a string cord that was in her back, “Oh, and the gun that makes you dance, of course! Ohohoho!”

She let go of the string, and the sound of Shantae’s voice in a high-pitched tone giggled out, “Hi, I’m Shantae! Please squeeze my titties~”

Risky once again frowned, and a blush creeped over the plush toys’ face. Why the hell did she say that?!

Risky merely shrugged and went to take her leave, “I may as well leave you behind, you might turn back at some point, so I gotta bail quickly!” She rationalized as she zipped back out from the roof anchor, just as Shantae managed to poof back to normal, gasping as she stood back up.

Just then, the door burst open, Uncle Mimic looking around at the workshop chaos, and instantly noticing the gun being missing. “Dangit, why does she keep taking my experiments!” He rushed over to his desk to check if the device was actually gone, just as a new person arrived at the door.

“Hiiiii bestie!!” Yelled the noise of a certain pretty, smart, and lovely zombie girl skipping into the room. “Did Risky attack again?”

Shantae brushed herself down, readjusting her normal genie top back up over her decently sized chest and aligning her bedlah pants back into place. “Rottytops…Yeah, she just burst in again, Uncle Mimic has to reinforce the roof one day…”

The look of confusion over the genie’s green companions’ face was noticed by Shantae as the sound of fluttering was heard, and she saw that Rotty was checking in some kind of coverless book, muttering, “Wait, why is she back in…?”

“Whatcha got there, Rotty?”