Run Rotty Run

“But Shantaaaeee, we don’t have to visit her now, right?” Rotty whines, tugging at the red-clad guardians’ pants, making them fall and reveal her panties to the streetfolk while dragging Rotty Tops along. Shantae’s face was as red as a heart squid, but she wasn’t going to let a zombie stop her from getting some important business done. Namely kicking pirate-queenly butt.

“Get off me, Rotty, I need to do this sooner rather than later. She might do some more stuff to me if I don’t goooo-!”

Shantae was interrupted as she tripped on a cobblestone, falling face first into the nearby horse watering trough, legs splayed in the air, pantsless as they remained in Rotty’s hands.

The zombie girl giggled as Shantae struggled out of the trough, and spy Rotty once again she had her pants. “Heehee, looks like I have your britches again~”

Shantae huffed as she got out and shook the water off, water glistening over her skin and boobs shaking around from the exertion before turning her attention to Rotty Tops. “Give me my pants back this instant!” She declared, covering her panties.

Rotty only grinned, mischief radiating off her smile as she took off, pants waving over her head in her hands.

“Come get them! Whee!”

Shantae only grumbled and chased after her, yelling for her to give them back.

Though her voice fell on deaf ears, the zombie displayed no desire to stop even after being told the severity of the situation. Like usual, she treats this as all just a joke to her; it's hard to tell if Rotty is being manipulated or if this is just Rotty being Rotty!

"This isn't funnnny!" Shantae shrieked loud enough that even the dead could hear her. Except the one she wanted, of course.

Chasing behind Rotty, trying to cover her pantless crotch from the curious eyes around her, she saw Rotty expertly weave in and out of alleyways, jumping over and bouncing on the covers of shopping carts, and even clambering on top of buildings.

Shantae felt goosebumps tickle her ass from this ridiculous chase, along with the eyes of onlookers. She dragged Rotty along with her because she expected her friend would help in this serious situation, but boy was that a foolish assumption on her part. Rotty sees this as nothing but a joke!

"Look at that!" Rotty skidded to a stop at the edge of the building; she raised a hand over her eyes, "Queen Boots’ castle is just a hop, skitter, and a head’s throw away!"

Shantae had scaled the building after her and decided to change her tactic. Yelling after her didn't do anything, so the new plan was to sneak up on Rotty and make a break for it. She'd get her pants and then go after Risky herself because the zombie chick is more of a hindrance than a help.

If she had time, she'd rope in someone that would actually help, like Sky, but Rotty had wasted more than enough time; who knows what Risky is up to right now?

Shantae could feel a chill as if someone were watching her, despite the fact that she’s at the top of a building. The whispers in her head didn’t help either.

Step by step, Shantae approached Rotty at a slow and silent pace; quiet, careful and...

*Squeak* *Squeak* *Squeak*

"Eh?" Shantae glanced down to see her feet, which were just a moment ago as quiet as a mouse, now covered in bright red, ridiculously large clown shoes making incredibly loud squeaks with each step.

"Yikes! Thought I lost you for a second!" Rotty spun around, the squeaks alerting the zombie to the genies’ presence, "Nice clown outfit! Guess you don't need these anymore!"

RottyTops continued waving Shantae's pants in the air as if it were a flag she was proud to hold high.

"W-What!?" Shantae only then noticed her usual bronze skin was instead coated in white body paint, and huge baggy red and white dotted leggings had replaced her lack of pants. Her Risky-themed bikini top was replaced by nothing but pasties, her nipples covered by a white-painted image of her own face, only with a clown nose that she didn't actually have.

*Honk*

Nevermind, they’re spot-on...

"Nononononono!" Shantae struggled with the bright red button on her nose, but it wouldn't budge no matter how much she tugged at it, her heavy boots caused her to stagger this way and that, squeaking with every step and making Rotty howl in hysteria. "Rotty! This is serious! Risky is trying to stop us from getting to her, I’m sure of it!"

"Then I think you should stop *clowning* around, and let's go~!" Rotty gave Shantae a wink and backflipped off the roof, using a washing line that was pinned between the buildings to slow her fall.

"W-Wait! Dangit, Rotty!" Shantae stopped trying to rip off the nose and hopped after her friend. Attempting to remove both her ridiculous paints and one of the large boots, she was hopping after the zombie. Squeaking with every jump, making her chest jiggle and create honking noises of their own.

"Give me back my- wwwwaaaaaaa-mmmfff~!!" Her outlandishly large boots caused her to trip over the building's edge. Falling face first from the roof, the washing line came flying back up after Rotty's use of it to meet Shantae in the face, causing someone's clothes to completely smother her vision.

Shantae's face was covered by some particularly baggy underwear judging by the red on white polkadots, but she felt her bare ass meet the wind again, she couldn't see anything as she stumbled along blinded, but it was obvious her waist, ass, and legs got impossibly tangled up in the line like a cat with yarn; she could feel it digging between her ass cheeks. She attempted to call after Rotty; even that ditzy dead-brained prankster should be able to see how ridiculous this was, but her voice was muffled by the piece of clothing covering her face.

After some random haphazard struggling, she managed to snap herself down with the wire and dropped to the ground; still unable to see and unable to reach to take it off due to still being tied up, she followed after the voice of Rotty's distant snickering while also trying to pull back up her clown pants from her limited reach around her waist as they were better than running around with her pantie-clad ass bouncing freely.

She didn't know that all of her panties now had Risky's face on them, including the one that was bare to everyone in Scuttle Town even after a quick whisper in her head.

*Squeak* *Honk* *Squeak* *Honk* *Squeak* *Honk*

Shantae ran, stumbled, tripped, and hopped after the cackling voice of Rotty. Her pants were halfway down despite her having tried to pull them back up twice already. All the while, she bumped into random women that always found their faces stuck between her tits, legs, or crotch, or she thinks she did, she couldn’t tell with this thing on her freakin' face and could only guess from the angry slaps to her backside, and the screams of “Pervert!” from doing so.

After crashing into something large and muffling her apologies through the squeaking and honking sounds came from her jiggling boobs, huge clown nose, and even larger shoes, she started to rip and tug at the clothes on her face so she could actually see, finally getting her hands free of the ropes.

It took a while as there was a lot of friction, and... was she face first in the banana cart?

That would explain why she could feel something slim and thin slip itself into her panties, between her legs, and...

*SLAP*

"Hehehe~" She felt a sudden hard spank on her exposed buttcheeks and instantly tensed her jiggling ass. Sounds of Rotty's laughter came muffled by the the banana pile she was face first into.

Her eyes were met with the light and open air of Scuttle Town after she finally managed to pull off whatever clothes were covering her face and sticking her head out the mushy mess she caused. "S-Sorry," Shantae gave a sheepish look at the cart owner whose product she had clumsily crashed into. "I'll uh... pay you back later! I need to save the town!"

In a bid of frustration and smelling of banana, she tossed the clothes in her hand upwards. Fully tired of this clown garbage, she jumped out of the pile and yanked off the ropes, and then decided to use her hair to tie some makeshift suspenders around these baggy pants which seemed to now poof out like being held by a hula hoop. And while she was at it, tie a few strands to her distended nipples, and tie the remainder on her wrists and ankles. Wait, she meant to use the rope she was tangled with, why did she-

"Mmmff~ I-" Rotty gulped, swallowing a banana, "I thought you wanted these."

"Huh?" Shantae glanced up to see Rotty casually sitting over the umbrella roof to the shopping cart, casually chewing on a rotten banana as if nothing was the matter. In her other hand was Shantae's usual red harem pants. "ROTTY!"

"What? I was going to give these back, but it seems those clown pants are doing you just fine. Did you not want it?" Rotty grinned and waved the pants in her hand, then jumped up and bounced off the umbrella right as Shantae whipped a banana at her at the spot where she had been sitting. "Woah! Friends, don't attack each other!" Rotty called out, with her amusement clearly apparent.

"This isn't funny! Rottttty!" Shantae tried whipping her pants back a couple more times, but the zombie chick continued to giggle, jump, and bounce around, dodging each attempt.

Shantae has slowed again by accidentally stepping into a pot in an attempt to use her hair to whip Rotty, but quickly remembered she tied them to her body. Eventually, she tripped on her baggy clown pants again and managed to get her feet stuck in a pair of pots now. One which broke apparently quickly, but the other was much more sturdy and preceded as she hopped after the zombie girl. Her boobs bounced all the while, so much so that they brushed against her chin a few times, whirling around the tied spots around and making her make muffled moans as she felt her nipples get tugged. After tripping again, she fell face first into her own cleavage, as the knots in her suspender locks snapped, her pants were pulled down to her ankles and juicy panty-clad ass was bared, jutting out with Risky's face lined over it.

"Ugh~" Shantae pulled her face out of her cleavage that cushioned the fall and saw Rotty scaling a building yet again by jumping its walls and climbing another drying cable.

It "Should" be easy to just use her hair as a grapple, but everything is going wrong. Rotty is a prankster and literally doesn't have a brain, but even she has her limits. Risky is definitely behind this! She's trying to slow her down, which means she's scared.

Shantae gritted her teeth.

She should be.

"That's it..." Shantae muttered; she exhaled a soft breath and stood up. As Rotty continued running on ahead, Shantae closed her eyes and ignored the eyes of everyone else to do what she was best at.

Her hip jutted to the left, then the right. Repeating that bobbing motion, she raised her arms above her head and shifted with the sway and silent beat in her head. She felt her ass jiggling and her breasts bouncing as she sashayed right then back then after a final spin and a pose...

*POOF!*

*Clank*

Everything went black.

Uh...

What happened? Where is she?

Shantae tried to move and get her bearings but found that she couldn't, nor could she see anything but darkness. Her eyes were able to flick up, down, left, and right, but not that helped much as everything was so incredibly dark. It was like her dance sent her into some void.

Dang it! Ugh!

She was supposed to take her monkey form, not... whatever this is! Did she even transform into anything? Or-

"Oi? What is that?"

"Eh?"

"That box there!"

"Hm? Oi oi! Yeah, I see it."

"Whatcha reckon it is?"

"That a lid?"

"I think."

Shantae felt light wash over her again, freeing her from her spell of darkness; she was met with two random women clad in their own Risky-Themed bikinis from the chest down, gazing at her. Comparative to her own height, they looked like giants. And, now that she could see, she realized exactly what had happened.

"Oi! It's a sexy music box!"

"Looks like it could make us a nice profit, don'tcha think?"

Dang it! I'm a music box!

Shantae looked down and wanted to scream; she was entirely naked from head to toe; her slender curvy figure was posed sensually with her hands behind her back and ass and chest thrust out in opposing directions.

If she changes back here, will she be out in public butt naked? People will recognize her in seconds! That is assuming they don't realize it's her like this.

"Don't she look familiar?"

If Shantae could, she'd gulp.

"Eh, I dunno. Maybe?"

"See if it works."

"Right, Right!"

The woman holding her started turning the crank on the side of the box. Without having a say in the matter, Shantae felt herself dancing in reverse; she moved her hands down to her thighs and twerked, despite being made out of wood, her ass and boobs still managed to magically jiggle. After the twerk, her hands went between her legs to masturbate, all in reverse despite her trying to damnest not to. From between her legs to squishing and groping her boobs, then to sucking her thumb like a baby, she went from humiliating herself to dancing in a naked sensual manner back to humiliating herself again, arguably the entire thing was humiliating dance and all.

"Look at 'er move!"

"She 'does look familiar, can't place my finger on it thou~"

The woman stopped the crank, and to her horror, Shantae felt herself moving back through the actions she just played, only this time moving forward through the motions. What was worse, though, was the fact her lips began to move on her own, "I'm a stupid Genie Slut. Watch me spin! Look at my ass twerk. Come take it in! When my big boobies bounce, hear me shout! I'm a stupid Genie slut in and out!"

"Oi, that sounds just like that magic hero, um... what's 'er name?"

"I dunno, but look at her twerk it; she's running that caboose back!"

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While Shantae was stuck in her ****, Rotty stopped her quick pace over rooftops to realize...

Shantae's not following her.

What's up with that?

Rotty backtracked herself, returning to the edge of the initial building she had scaled. She looked down to see a crowd of women gathered around...

Narrowing her eyes, the zombie realized what they were staring at, and instantly she wanted to burst out laughing.

The longer Shantae chose to hide her true form, the more people gathered and the less she wanted to return to normal. "I'm a stupid Genie Slut. Watch me spin! Look at my ass twerk." She continued to sing while twerking for this audience of over a dozen. At this point, she can't ever turn back, not until this audience gets bored and leaves. But more and more people are coming!

This must be a part of Risky's plan, and she'll actually get away with it.

"When my big boobies bounce, hear me shout! I'm a stupid Genie slut in and out!" She wanted to blush, but she couldn't do anything but this same never-ending breast-bouncing motion of her thrusting out her chest to jiggle her boobs back and forth.

In the crowd, she saw Rotty amongst the other ladies, laughing and enjoying the show along with everyone else. Great. She wanted to strike the zombie so hard she'd die a second time, but instead, she swayed her naked hips then began to masturbate in front of everyone. Worst off, she can't even feel any arousal from this; there's just no benefit other than torturing herself.

With friends like Rotty who need enemies, Risky better be the one making Rotty choose not to help her because she could really use some help here, and her "friend" isn't even trying to do anything.

Where's Bolo or Sky when she needs them? They'd actually do something.

"Haha... that's awesome." Rotty walked out of the crowd after Shantae finished her thirty-fourth rendition of this monotonous show. "Let me give her a crank,"

"Sure, but she'll cost 'ya!"

"Sure," Rotty reached into her green cleavage and retrieved a couple of coins.

The woman monitoring Shantae's impromptu show held out her hand to accept the money, but at the last second, Rotty yelled, "Sike! See ya' bye-bye!!!" The zombie chick took Shantae and leaped back into the crown.

"Oi! Get back here!" The women collectively chased after her, not appreciating their show being stolen from right under their noses.

Bouncing off the lady's heads, Rotty scaled another rooftop, dodging the rocks, fruits, and knives that were being thrown her way, and leapt out of sight.

After a few minutes were spent with Rotty creating a decent distance behind her, she sighed and clapped her hands together, "See! I got your back, buddy 'ol pal 'ol friend,"

She dropped Shantae's music box form to the ground, and seconds later.

*POOF*

"You were in the crowd watching me for like five minutes." Shantae crossed her arms as the magic smoke dissipated. She quickly realized she'd be naked and covered her privates, only to see that she returned to her human form WITH her clothes intact, no longer dressed as a clown.

Meaning...

She could have done that at any point.

Well... she had most of her clothes.

"Give me that!" Shantae grabbed her pants that Rotty had strung over her shoulder.

"Sure," Rotty shrugged, "But I'm taking this!" Before Shantae could react, the zombie chick shoved a hand into the genie's cleavage and pulled at her strapless top, snapping it clean off.

"H-Hey!"

"Oh, you want this?" Rotty stuck out a tongue and then jumped off the roof, "Catch me if ya' can~!"

"ROTTTY!!" Shantae groaned and ran after the zombie. Her freed breasts openly bounced and jiggled in the wind.

Risky was looking upset down at her scrying cleavage. The zombie was actually having fun with the truth. Risky wanted her to be clumsy and embarrassed from causing so many misunderstandings to her friend, but seeing her so joyous to see her friend stumble over shipyard ropes coincidentally tying her arms and chest in a shibari fashion, tripping over the same banana cart again and having several individuals stuck in her mouth and hair, and having her legs bound together at the ankles by a stray pot so she had to hop menacing at Rotty, making her boobs bounce around from the effort, it annoyed the pirate as much as it did the half-genie.

Which was unfortunate, because by all logic, she should be enjoying this. Only it was the fact that Rotty Tops was trailing her specifically towards the castle, which is not what she wanted at all.

Risky Boots, now fully prepped for her arrival, scowled down at the ring in her hands, slipping it off, wondering if it’s being faulty or something, because it’s not interpreting her truth as she wanted it to.

Big mistake.

A Tinkerbabe; one with quite the impressive rack, lost balance as she stepped on a bar of soap, leading the minion to bumble forward from the weight of her bosom into the back of Risky’s legs. Said action surprised Risky Boots, and made her stumble forwards as well, hand letting go of the precious trinket.

“NO!” Risky cried, face landing onto the tiled floor comically meeting with her own face in the reflection of it.

The ring tink’d and rolled all across the floor, seemingly on its own journey, before it reached the balcony on the other side of the room. The ring glimmered in the sunlight as it tipped over the edge, right when Risky Boots shook off her stunned expression from falling on the floor, no idea where the ring bounced towards, and not hearing the slight “ow!” that sounded out from below.

Every other Tinkerbabe was frozen in panic, seeing their boss stand back up, the one that breasted boobily into the back of her legs especially worried now.