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Sequin Land Sexcapades	By : joekun626 Category: +S through Z > Shantae Views: 3502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Shantae, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Description: Risky Boots rescues a shipwrecked Anon, then figures out what to use him for. Contains femdom, female x male relationship.
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There were worse situations than what Anon was experiencing. At least, that's what he was telling himself. Huge, bouncing gray tits in his face while a tight, clamping pussy squeezed his cock--on paper, it sounded fantastic! A tall, curvy pirate queen riding him like his dick would disappear the next day? Who could ask for more? Of course, she had one hand pushed over his mouth and her other held the pistol pressed to his temple--but at least he was getting laid, right?
The handcuffs keeping him attached to the bed posts weren't to keep him captive, either; this pirate was just kinky. That's what Anon kept telling himself, anyway. The pirate queen, whom Anon learned was named Risky Boots, looked quite content with her bound, nude, and erect 'deckhand.' The woman's bright purple hair waved over her face as she bounced on Anon's hard cock, letting out quiet gasps of pleasure. As she bounced, her thumb slowly rubbed up and down on the pistol's trigger.
"Don't worry, my little slave boy." Risky whispered, leaning down to press her breasts in Anon's face as she continued to rapidly bounce. The size of her bust cut off Anon's air, and he struggled to breathe through his nose--unfortunately, his 'lower head' was more in control than his mind. Having Risky's big tits in his face made Anon's cock throb inside of her, breathing be damned. "Why don't you just think happy thoughts? Or bad ones, if that helps you. Whatever helps you last until I finish, because if you cum first ..." Risky's thumb lifted from the trigger and slid down the back of the pistol--Anon heard a quiet 'click' telling him it was loaded.
This was at least the third time she had done this. She either enjoyed reminding him that he could die at her whim, or she just geniunely forgot that he knew already. Regardless, she continued to ride his cock, pushing her breasts in his face. Her massive tits rubbed up and down Anon's face as her body moved, but the captive man stay quiet; he enjoyed it to some extent. Taking Risky's suggestion, he closed his eyes and started to think; it hadn't been very long that he had been 'rescued' by Risky Boots and her crew.
Just hours ago, Anon was sailing on a ship of his own--or, to be more precise, a rented one. The ship was supposed to be sturdy enough to make it to the island he planned to vacation on, but it wasn't more than an hour at sea before the ship started to show wear. A few holes on the ship's floor that the rental salesman had failed to warn him about, in addition to the ship's sides looking as if they had started to swell. "'Toughest mahogany ship around' my ass," Anon thought out loud.
Just as he thought about turning the ship around for land and demanding his money back, his cheap vessel made the decision for him. The floor split down the center, turning the ship into two large pieces as Anon fell into the water. He grabbed a floating board that had broken off, holding on tight and looking around for any trace of land. Unfortunately, he was much too far from Scuttle Town's shores, and his island destination was still hours away.
"Well, shit." Anon muttered, gently kicking his legs to stay afloat while leaning on to the soaked, swelled wooden board. As he looked around, his vision started to darken. A large shadow appeared over him, covering the broken ship and all of the floating pieces around it. Anon slowly looked up, seeing a strange monster looming over him. He had no clue what the creature was; it was green, had three yellow eyes, and stared down at him like an animal in headlights. "The fuck?!" Anon shouted in fear, trying to kick his legs harder to swim away from the monster.
"Ahoy!" A woman's voice rang out from above the creature. "Hold on there, landlubber! We'll get you!" Anon paused in his escape, turning around--his vision was instantly covered by a rope net. He felt the net tighten around him and slowly begin to lift out of the water, leaving his board and broken ship behind. He was safe for the moment, but he had no clue what this monster was or who was controlling it. The person was a woman, but he hadn't heard of a woman that sailed on top of a three-eyed monster.
After getting scooped up in the net, he could faintly remember a few strange-looking, skinny black man-like creatures all surrounding him, pulling him free from the net. The woman, a tall, busty, curvy pirate, commanded them to take Anon into a cabin and get him some dry clothes (or 'some new rags' as she called them.) Her black-skinned, yellow-eyed crew were quick to follow her order, dragging Anon away by his wrists as he lie limp, letting them pull him around like nothing more than an oversized ragdoll.
Sitting on a wooden bench attached to a wall by rusted chains, Anon looked down at himself. He was dressed like some kind of second-rate pirate, with hole-covered pants and a thin, red-striped shirt. He felt like something out of a bad cartoon. The cabin he was in wasn't much either--the bench seemed to be the bed, and besides that, the room was empty. He jumped in surprise when the cabin's door slammed open, hitting the wall as the pirate woman walked into the room.
"Ahoy, you little bilge rat!" The woman laughed, giving him a smirk. "How's it going? Seasick yet?"
"Uh, no, ma'am." Anon replied. "Cheating death thanks to your crew has made me a little hungry, but I'm okay."
"Some grub, eh? I think I can oblige!" The pirate smiled, motioning for him to follow her. "The name's Risky Boots, by the way. Join me in my private quarters for dinner, then I'll figure out what to do with you." Risky turned and walked out of the room--her hips swayed with each step she took. Anon couldn't take his eyes off her body and quickly stood up, following her. He'd follow that ass to the ends of the planet.
Anon poked at the food in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what he was being served on a plate made of driftwood, but he didn't want to be rude to his 'host.' Across from him sat Risky, who rest her chin on her folded hands while she looked Anon up and down. Looking up at her from his food gave him a good look at her cleavage--her breasts were close to pouring out of her top, which looked like a skull complete with an angry expression. If he didn't know better, or so he thought, Anon could swear that Risky would slightly jiggle whenever he looked up; she would make her breasts sway behind her loose-looking top.
The sly grin on Risky's face made Anon uncomfortable; it looked as if she was undressing him with her eyes. Considering he was doing the same to her, he couldn't protest. Anon pulled on his shirt collar, trying to air out both the feeling of the warm cabin and to distract himself from staring at Risky's chest. Risky continued to stare at him, giving him a wink before licking her lips.
"So, uh, Risky." Anon started, trying a forkful of whatever the strange fish dish in front of him. He slowly chewed--it tasted like an average fish dinner he would get in town. At least it wasn't making him sick. He swallowed the food, looking up at the pirate. "I hate to say it, but I'm not familiar with your crew. Have you been sailing for a while?"
"Yes." Risky answered him. Anon was confused why she kept the answer so brief; didn't pirates love to brag about their history on the seas? "A while about sums it up."
"Okay then," Anon replied, taking another bite. "What's your goal out here? Are you looking for treasure, or are you hunting something?"
"Both." Risky muttered, staring into Anon's eyes. Anon sighed, but nodded in response. "Okay, this was nice, but I'm done with this little questions game of yours."
"My what?" Anon asked, placing down his fork. Before he could pick it back up, Risky stood from her seat and reached for the table, pushing it aside. The table crashed against the wall, flinging Anon's food across the room. Anon's eyes widened as Risky approached him, swaying her hips and giving him a wicked smile. She reached down to her waist, pulling a pistol out of a holster and pointing it at him.
"Get naked, get on my bed, and be quiet." Risky commanded. She pointed to the large bed behind her. A few of her men, whom Anon would learn were called Tinkerbats, stood at one side of it. "I haven't had a human dick in months and I'm not letting this one get away. Get to stripping."
That was as far back as Anon could remember. He shook his head, returning to the present as Risky hadn't stopped in riding his dick. She was moaning and groping her breasts, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples to pleasure herself. Her pussy clenched around Anon's cock tighter as Risky moaned out in pleasure. Anon looked over, seeing that one of the Tinkerbats had dropped his red pants and was pumping a hand on a long, black dick.
"Sex with the Tinkerbats can't beat a human dick!" Risky said through loud moaning. "My men just don't have the same stamina as another human! I needed this so badly! If you weren't such a looker, I probably would have thrown you to the sharks!"
"What about needing a human cock?" Anon asked, starting to gently buck his hips to thrust upward inside of Risky. "Which is it? Am I handsome or just a dick? And what the hell do my looks have to do with stamina?"
"Don't ask me to choose!" Risky replied in a shout, clicking the pistol once more. "Shut up and let me enjoy this toy of mine! Don't plan on going back to shore anytime soon!" Risky laughed, reaching down and running an index finger down Anon's bare chest. "Once you join Risky's crew, you're here for life! Besides, being the captain's personal cock is quite an honor!"
Anon looked back at the Tinkerbats. They all looked at the floor in disappointment.
"Oh, stop whining. You'll still get your sex rewards for a finished job, just as always." Risky snapped at them, coming out of her yelling for a moment. The Tinkerbats looked happy at this, and the masturbating one resumed his motions. Risky looked back down at Anon, speeding up her bouncing and breathing heavily. "Don't you dare cum yet ... I've only cum four times, and you're not so much as leaking a drop until I reach twelve!"
"Twelve?!" Anon exclaimed in shock, yet his cock throbbed in Risky's pussy at the idea. "We'll be going for hours!" Anon argued, but silenced himself when he felt Risky's pistol push against his forehead. "Sounds great, captain!" Anon forced a smile while slowly thrusting upwards, staring at Risky's bare breasts all the while. Risky smirked at this, no longer caring where he gazed--her well-endowed chest had helped her in the past, so she was becoming used to useless men she cared nothing about oogling her like a piece of meat. Whatever helped her get what she wanted.
"I think you're going to be a good boy--oh fuck yes!" Risky was cut off by a loud moan of pleasure. Her next orgasm hit, squirting her juices all over Anon's cock and bare waist. "Yes! Yes!" Risky shouted, pushing the pistol hard against his head and pressing down on his chest. Her entire body quivered as she rode out her orgasm. "That was ... satisfactory ..." Risky sighed in content. "Anyway, next!"
Risky held up the pistol, quickly firing two shots. Anon almost jumped out of his skin from fear and shut his eyes tight. After a few moments, he realized that he felt no pain. He looked up, seeing Risky had shot off his handcuffs, allowing his sore wrists to be free. He clenched his fists, sighing in relief when he still had feeling in his hands and fingers. He looked at Risky who had climbed off his cock and was sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Please let me touch them." Anon asked, making grabbing motions with his hands towards Risky's breasts. She glared at him and held up the pistol, aimed between his eyes. Anon's eyes widened and he quickly lowered his hands. "I mean, thank you for being so generous, captain." He corrected himself. Risky scoffed, turning away from him. "How can I ... help you now?" Anon hesitated with the question. It felt great to fuck Risky, but he was becoming exhausted.
Risky stayed quiet, beginning to move on the bed. She was soon on her hands in knees, with her plump ass in Anon's face. Anon leaned over looking past her and into her eyes when she turned to face him. Risky groaned in frustration.
"Fuck my ass, you idiot." She said. "It better be good too, because my men there can just rip that thing of yours off if you mess up." Risky snapped her fingers and the three Tinkerbats stood at attention. "I know I said I needed your cock, but I can always just toss you overboard and use it as a toy." Anon shuddered at the idea of his dick being used as a toy while he died dickless and alone.
He shook his head to get rid of the idea and nodded in agreement, moving to stand on his knees. He placed his hands on the sides of Risky's ass, balancing himself as the tip of his cock poked her asshole. Anon paused, taking a firmer grip of Risky's ass cheeks. She looked annoyed at his hesitation and raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" She asked. "I told you to fuck me."
"I don't have any kind of lube, uh, captain." Anon replied. "Won't I hurt you?"
"Oh, that's all? Pfft! Please!" Risky laughed. "The Tinkerbats have used salt water as lubrication before! If I can handle that while drunk off my ass, I can handle you--OH!" Risky's bragging was silenced by Anon's cock pushing into her ass. "I mean--is that all you have? H-Huh, bilge rat boy?" Risky asked, trying to keep her composure. Anon grinned, but looked away from her to avoid showing his reaction. He started to eagerly pound Risky's ass, watching it bounce alongside his thrusts.
"Can you handle this?" Anon asked, thrusting at a steady rhythm and grabbing Risky's waist. Her entire body shook as he fucked her, but she was still able to hold up her pistol with a trembling hand. Anon gulped and tried to look away from it, but it was either look down the hole of the gun or stare at the masturbating Tinkerbat along with a sudden gang of them, who were staring him down with cold, lifeless eyes.
"No more funny business, or I'm turning you into swiss cheese!" Risky said, beginning to push against Anon in rhythm. "You're lucky this feels so good!" Anon gulped nervously and nodded. Trying his best to ignore the gun lying at Risky's side, he continued to thrust his dick into her asshole, feeling himself push to the base before pulling out halfway. Whenever he pushed inside, Risky let out rapid, quiet gasps of pleasure. He looked down, seeing that she was grasping the sheet underneath her.
"You feel amazing, captain!" Anon praised her through a grunt of pleasure. He tilted his head slightly to get a look at Risky's bouncing tits, feeling his cock throb inside of her ass. His arousal grew from just the sight of her breasts, and in turn he started to slam his dick faster inside of her gray, plump ass. Risky let out a very loud, room-echoing moan. She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
Anon heard a strange, deep groan come from next to him--he looked over, seeing the masturbating Tinkerbat had came on the room floor; appparently, hearing Risky's moan drove the poor little guy over the edge. He expected Risky to be furious with her minion for making a mess, but she was too focused on the sex at hand to care. Louder, faster moans came from her as Anon sped up; as he thrust his erect cock into Risky's tight asshole as fast as he could, he could feel his balls slap against her with each push.
"I'm getting close, Risky!" Anon warned her. Ignoring the fact that he hadn't called her 'captain,' Risky reached around and smacked herself on the ass--it rippled from her hard slap. "I don't know how much longer I can hold off!" Anon said, reaching out and giving Risky a hard smack on her ass--she screamed in pleasure from his forceful hit. "What do you want me to do? Please tell me quick!" His thrusting had turned wild, bucking his hips as hard and fast as he had energy to.
"Don't you dare!" Risky threatened him, but she was clearly almost there herself; her pushes with Anon's speed were just as fast, and her breathing had turned hard and fast. "Don't do it--AH! Cumming! I'm cumming, you little piece of trash!" Risky yelled. Anon looked down and watched as Risky's pussy squirted once again, splashing her juices on his thighs as her body thrashed as her orgasm hit. Risky collapsed on to the bed, sticking her ass in the air with Anon's cock still inside. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't ... you ... do it ..." Risky panted.
"Fuck! I c-can't hold on--fuck!" Anon slammed his cock into Risky's ass as deep as he could, moaning loudly as he felt his muscles tighten up. A very large load of cum shot into Risky's asshole, with Anon grunting in pleasure as each shot left his cock. Risky's ass was leaking cum in seconds, and ropes of it coated her ass cheeks when Anon pulled out and started to furiously pump his hand on his dick, finishing his load. He started to shake in fear, turning to look at Risky's face. She looked quite satisfied.
"That was fantastic ..." Risky sighed in pleasure. Just as soon, her happy expression turned back into one of anger and she lifted the pistol once more. Anon had lost count of times again. "Tinkerbats! Fetch me the wig and the leash!" Risky smirked at Anon's confused look. "That was fantastic, yes, but you came before I told you. For that, you need to be punished. If you're going to stay with me, you need to learn your place."
Moments later, Anon had a leash around his neck and a strange wig on his head. It was purple, with a very long ponytail that ended above his ass. He recognized it as the hair style of Scuttle Town's resident hero, Shantae the half-genie. Why did Risky have this? Did she fantasize about controlling Shantae for some reason?
Regardless of her reasons, Risky had made one thing very clear: Anon wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Get licking, half-genie brat!" Risky commanded. Anon shrugged at her attempt at role-playing, but when Risky lay in front of him with her legs spread and pistol cocked, he quickly nodded and leaned in to her slit. As his tongue probed Risky's pussy and he started to lick, all he could think of was one thing: eventually, cocking that pistol so much should break the damn thing.
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