COMMISSION: Knocking Risky's Boots
Added 2020-12-31 20:05:16 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Hey! A short and sweet one, this time, and something to send us off this absolute shitfuck of a year! Happy 2021, tentacles! Get wasted, and only kiss people with consent!
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However unlikely their alliance, Shantae had spent the last few months sailing from island to island aboard the ship of her deadliest enemy, Risky Boots. While making treks back and forth, even between the same islands, was necessary, it was also long -- sometimes a single jaunt would take a week or more, leaving the half-genie hero with no meaningful company beyond the tinkerbats... and, of course, Risky herself. Even with the dethroned pirate queen amenable to temporary alliance, Shantae still found her typically grim and irritable, not good company for more than a few minutes at a time, but that wasn’t going to stop her from trying.
“Hrmm... no, no, no... none of theeeese....” From her own quarters, the half-genie rummaged through some of the possessions she’d come across in her adventures across the islands, tossing little gems or weird-smelling flesh pops over her shoulder as she dug through her things for something just right. If she could get Risky a gift, maybe the pirate would warm up to her... maybe get just a little bit closer to being on the side of the good guys. A long shot, but she had to try, right? Finally, after digging and digging, she came across exactly what she’d been looking for -- a matching pair of bento boxes, scavenged from those freaky creatures on Mud Bog Island. Maybe this would get Risky to sit and, at least, have lunch with her. Something to ease the loneliness of these long, frequent voyages.
Gathering up the boxes, the purple-haired beauty made her way to the captain’s quarters, hips swaying as she all but danced across the ship’s deck. Offering a quick two knocks, Shantae called out “Risky, I brought lunch~!” and swung the door open, stepping inside with a wide smile on her sun-kissed face. She froze, though, upon seeing what exactly it was Risky had been doing -- black-and-white striped panties around one ankle, one luscious breast bouncing free of the short, flimsy top that had failed to contain both bountiful orbs at once, and a hand stroking furiously up and down the pirate’s thick, hard, sky-blue girlcock.
“Shantae--!” came the surprised squawk when the half-genie barged in, Risky scooting her chair forward in the hopes that the desk in front of her would hide her large, wobbling erection -- which it didn’t. “What do you think you’re doing barging in here, huh?”
“I... brought bento boxes,” Shantae bit her lower lip, a deep flush overcoming her cute, dusky features. “I thought it’d help us get to know each other a little. But... if you want, maybe I can help with something else...?” Dropping to a kneel, Shantae set the two boxes beside her and began to shimmy forward on hands and knees, undoing the fastenings on her own skimpy top as she approached, then taking hold of the legs of Risky’s captain’s chair to scoot it back around, letting the pale, bandana-wearing beauty face her once more. “Can I help you with this, instead...?”
“I... d-don’t need you to-- ohhh...” Risky let out a soft moan as the half-genie used both hands to gently spread her thighs apart, leaning inward not to take the pirate’s cock into her mouth, but to caress her tongue along one of those smooth, periwinkle balls, kissing it tenderly, then dipping even lower to deliver a long, adoring lick to the exposed pucker of Risky’s asshole, causing the little ring to reflexively tense and shudder. “You shouldn’t, I mean... what do you... pphhff...!”
The gentle teasing became more intense only an instant later, as Shantae extended an unexpected appendage -- not mouth, not hand, but the vibrant purple of her hair, the half-genie’s dextrous ponytail wrapping nimbly around the base of Risky’s rock-hard dick. It squeezed softly at first, then began to slowly stroke while Shantae busied herself with lovingly lapping at Risky’s rear entrance, teasing her tongue around the little hole in long, slow circles, then massaging it with the flat. This was the kind of opportunity Shantae never expected to get, having all but buried her recurring sexual fantasies about the pirate queen due to their bitter rivalry. Now, though, it was almost like she was on auto-pilot, eager to please, the crimson fabric of her own loose pants beginning to stretch to contain her own member, rapidly swelling to the size and stiffness Risky already sported. “Mmmnn....”
“You could have... nnnh... k-knocked, you know...” Risky gritted her teeth, her breathing picking up even more as she looked down at the topless heroine, that long, silky violet ponytail gripping her cock as tightly and numbly as any hand, stroking her up and down with the firm swiftness of a trained expert -- not a quality she expected from the generally innocent Shantae. The half-genie was proving to be anything but innocent now, though, her tongue eagerly exploring the pirate beauty’s rear entrance, stroking up to caress hotly along Risky’s balls before returning to the tight little hole beneath them.
“Mn...?” Shantae cooed softly, looking up and offering a shy smirk in return, dragging her tongue up along Risky’s ass in another long lap before finally pausing, her hair coiling away and returning to a neutral sway behind her. “Sorry, I guess I just didn’t think about it,” she bit her lip, sitting up fully, then standing, starting to sensuously shimmy her way out of her pants until her stiff brown girldick bounced forth, slightly smaller than Risky’s own, but no less thirstfully potent. As she stared down at the pirate, still sitting in her captain’s chair with long legs spread, she continued to anxiously sway her hips from side to side, her now-exposed girldick wobbling hypnotically in rhythm with her movements. “Maybe I can make it up to you... do you wanna put that in my butt?”
That was the kind of offer it was hard to say ‘no’ to. Under ordinary circumstances, Risky might have done her best... but at this point, she’d come too far to turn back now. “...Maybe,” she finally said, swallowing gently and leaning back, propping one foot up onto the edge of her chair to make for a particularly villainous pirate slouch. Quickly taking the offered perch, Shantae crawled up into her nemesis’ lap, wetting her fingers with her mouth before gently trailing them around her own back entrance -- then slowly, insistently forcing herself down onto the pirate’s thick, hard rod.
“MmppphhhHAAHHH...” Shantae let out a long squeal of delight, throwing her head back and reaching out with one hand to take hold of Risky’s shoulder, planting her feet on either of the pirate’s sides and pushing up, then sinking back down, her tight back entrance greedily swallowing up inch after inch of Risky’s throbbing shaft. Looking down, she bit her lip as she made eye contact, gazing deeply into the purplish-red pools of her once-enemy as she eagerly offered her ass to her. Shuddering, she clenched down, starting to bounce up and down a little faster, a little harder... until it almost started to feel like a dance.
Risky herself was mesmerized as she watched her cock vanish and reappear again and again into Shantae’s tight ass, the half-genie’s eager downward rocking now taking on a certain rhythmic sway, her hips wiggling back and forth, her ponytail squirming and twirling behind her... and that stiff dick starting to spin in a generous loop, a thin strand of precum keeping it superficially connected to Risky’s lower belly as it twirled around and around. Even beyond the hypnotizing display of Shantae’s perky tits bouncing and her hard cock spiraling around, it felt unbelievable, sending spikes of pleasure through Risky that she couldn’t get from the occasional exploitation of her tinkerbats -- with every passing second she felt like she was going to explode, more and more. “Fhhhuucckkkk... I c-can’t, I’m gonna--”
“Mmnnyes! Yesss--!” Shantae wailed out, arching her back and slamming down even harder, even faster, gasping blissfully when she felt glug after glug of thick spunk start to shoot up her butt, filling her and causing her own throbbing rod to unload, her spinning girlcock firing off an array of errant, aimless blasts of genie seed that coated both Risky and several parts of her personal cabin.
A moment later saw the pair gasping for breath, recovering from the wave of pleasure both had failed to endure for long. Shantae remained mounted on her rival’s shaft, now sunken fully upon it, her hips slowly rotating as if she was unable to truly sit still -- using Risky’s own softening cock to gently stir the creamy load of cum filling her tight ass.
“So, uh...” Risky began awkwardly, swallowing hard as she gently, hesitantly trailed her fingertips up and down along Shantae’s creamy, golden-brown skin. “What were you saying about lunch?”
~Fin