(Warning! Contains vore. If this offends you, please construct a time machine, and warn your past self not to open this image.)
Risky and her Tinkerbats' latest gizmo was a teleporter. It was supposed to zap a whole steam-powered armada of the pirates' (stolen and repurposed) ships right to Scuttle Town's shores.
Technically, the invention succeeded. They just didn't predict that compressing and decompressing themselves across realms might mess up their size.
Thanks to a slight math error, the Tinkerbat fleet landed not at the shores of the Guardian Genie's lighthouse island; but right on it, exactly where the half-genie was standing. At normal size, the ships would mercilessly tele-frag the girl into a set of messy gibs. With a different method of rounding, they would have landed in her lungs, and suffocated her. But by the narrow thread of fate, the crew teleported directly into Shantae's trim stomach. The sapphire seawater was replaced with a lake of murky, yellow-green digestive fluids. The cloudy skies disappeared; in their place, pulsating walls of muscle, with thick gasses drifting through. It took them a second to understand their new environment, deep inside their greatest foe's gut.
*ruuumble*
And unfortunately for them, the 18-year-old Shantae was practicing her famous belly-dance.
"Huh?" Shantae wobbled her stomach left and right, only mildly perplexed by the sensation in her gut.
With every sway of her hips, and shimmy of her arms, the microcosm of a stomach rocked back and forth. The ships could barely keep floating; some capsized instantly to the rough waves, or crashed into mounds of half-digested food. Dozens of Tinkerbat voices screeched for help.
She continued to shake herself around, ponytail and curves bouncing to a jaunty rhythm. "...I thought I heard..." Looking down to her stomach in concern, she shook her head. "...I've just been out of practice." Filled with resolve to protect the town - and prove herself - she danced in harder, wilder swings.
The intense sloshing swept more Tinkerbats overboard. They found themselves clinging to sweet, wet mush in an attempt to stay afloat. With the dance becoming more exhausting, the sound of Shantae's pulse and breaths filled their ears. A heavy, murky air permeated them, making them thankful for their lack of noses. Soon, the rhythm became so brutal, their ships began jumping from the water; and crashing back down into the warm fluids with a deafening *SPLASH*.
It wasn't long before the oppressive stomach did its natural duty: digestion. The churning acids rose higher and higher, engulfing the scattered fleet, and the foodstuffs. The pirates sunk into the thick sea, now blubbering for help amid the mighty waves. Their firm, wood hulls cracked against the pulsating pink walls. This was to be a dance to the death...
*gurgle*
Shantae blushed as she shook her midriff out - the noises ascending to her pointed ears. "Geez, I'm glad nobody's watching..." Beneath the Sequin Land sun, and against the ocean breeze, the half-genie kept dancing valiantly. "Still, I've gotta keep myself in shape! Who knows when pirates could strike again? Though..." She thought, tapping her navel. "...Maybe I should see if Bolo or Sky know how to give belly rubs."
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Credits
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Music playing now: Shantae GBC - Burning Town
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