Risky Waters

You don't know how long it's been since you got lost.

You're not even sure where you are or what's the name of sea you're adrift upon as your raft is on its last leg. Your rations are almost all eaten-up, your water canteen is close to empty and you are on edge due to your limits being almost reached. You'll either try something really stupid or merely die due to dehydration and hunger as there doesn't seem to be any rescue nearby. Then again, your days are almost going through cycles of crisis and exhaustion, with your survival requiring for you to be on guard at all time, which is a very tiring thing to maintain as you're on your last leg. Your vision is blurry, the sun is high in the sky and its rays hot as you realize that this might be it. It was a stupid idea to go further in your fishing trip, that you were not prepared enough and that due to your foolishness it would be your end. You're not ready to die, yet you have to make peace with the idea because there's just nothing that can be done as you've tried everything. You look up at the sky, your body weak and your sight hazy, yet the clear blue and endless horizon upward is almost reassuring now that you've accepted your fate...Until it becomes obscured by something as you're unable to identify what it is. Everything goes dark as you go on and lose consciousness. You feel hands on your, multiple ones and faintly hear the voice of a woman in the background shouting orders. You're moved, your body shaking awkwardly and then you just get lost in utter darkness, thinking that this is where you die...

Until you wake up in a hammock, a piece of bread set on a table along with a flask of water beside it. You rush toward it, the energy of despair seemingly animating your weak body as you eat up the dry piece of bread, many crumbles falling down from your chin as you drink heartily from the flask as well. It's bland, tasteless, hard as a rock too...and it is the very best bread you've ever eaten given these circumstances. Some say that after a period of famine you ought to ease your stomach with soup or something easy to digest, but these people certainly haven't been where you've found yourself some time ago. The bread goes down almost as well as the water as you regain some modicum of strength, enough to sit down on a nearby chair and look at your surroundings. You're between four walls, in a place where a tub can be found, maps, scimitars, flintlock pistols, hats and a myriad of other things. Perhaps a military vessel of some kind as you feel the floor rocking up and down, the familiar feel of waves striking and lulling a boat being recognized instantly. You're still at sea, but in the company of some people as you advance toward a window as you try to see where you are and who came to your rescue. The moment you go on to have a single glance, the door to the cabin you are in opens, leaving you in sight of a rather splendid-looking woman, one that leaves you in awe.

She is as beautiful as your situation back there was terrible and you were miserable all alone. Her skin is very pale, possessing a very soft lavender undertone to it as it is very much on display. Her abdomen, part of her cleavage, her shoulders and her arms are all mostly uncovered. She wears a purple captain hat on top of a red and white bandanna, a skull-motif top with the eyes comically covering her rather generous-looking breasts, a belt on top of some teeth-motif to go along with her top, purple pantaloons and and high heels as she looks at you in the same way you look at her, analyzing the situation. She closes the door behind her, a smirk on her face as she goes toward you, her beauty still very striking as you thank her for the rescue, blabbering a little while you do so not just because of her looks, but because you feel weak still.

"Oh, it's not a problem. I thought we might have to throw you overboard because you wouldn't survive, but in these case I'm always happy to be wrong," she says, her explanation perhaps a little more direct and tactless than you'd have liked, but then again she did save you and gave you some bread, which is very appreciated. She goes on to pour herself a mug of wine that she takes from her personal effects as she then turns around to you, grinning as if she was preparing something funny. "So, we didn't really find anything of value in your raft besides crumbs and a canteen...So tell me, what were you doing all alone at sea?"

You're slightly embarrassed, but you tell her about a fishing trip, about trying to get some good catch a little further away from the coast. Bad weather, the current being too strong and you being a complete klutz when it comes to navigation and direction, coupled by the fact you were alone not helping at all in these matters. It's a silly story, but it is yours and it's the truth as she does not exactly seem all that amused by your tale.

"A lot of very bad decisions taken very quickly, then. Oh well, I suppose you know who I am, then? I am pretty famous after all..." she says, smiling as she lets you take a good look at her, flaunting herself for her own contentment. "Go on...you can say my name~"

You don't know. You've never seen her before or even heard about anyone matching her description before. You truly have no idea about who she is and this seems to shock her, to really throw her off her game as she step on the floor in a petulant way.

"You don't know Risky Boots, the Queen of the Seven Seas? The most famous pirate of them all?" she says out loud, giving you the answer to her question and being furious about it. "The hat, the skull-motif, my sexy body...None of it rings a bell?"

It really doesn't, albeit the fact that you were rescued by pirates does worry you a little as you wonder if she'll actually let you get back to land anytime soon. Lots of nasty stories involve them pillaging and ransacking towns and you'd rather not be a part of that as you go on to to tell her exactly that. You ask her if she could let you off near a town somewhere and you'd be out of her way.

"No. I've got a reputation to maintain and I won't let it come to ruin so that people could say I have a good heart or something by just randomly helping someone..." Risky says, showing herself to be rather vain in many ways as she went on to regain control of herself and her temperament, sighing. "Well, I could just put up a ransom for you. That could give me some gems."

You have no one in your family that is rich, you tell her, resulting in her being rather annoyed by the fact that you don't seem to be quite good a catch. You wonder if she'll perhaps throw you overboard as you want to avoid this at all cost. For good measure, you go on and you suggest something: you could work for her for the time you're on board to show gratitude and keep your rescue a secret if it helps her out.

She seems irritated by this option, yet she then pause and consider it seriously before emptying her mug down her gullet as she then smirks in a rather self-satisfied smug. "That is a very, very good idea. How clever of you," Risky says, obviously planning something as she gets a little closer and then acts in a sultry manner, as if she had certain thoughts in mind. "Perhaps you might be the thing I need, the element that is missing among my crew. After all, I might just need some young blood to help me out~"

Her attitude is ever-changing it seems, yet this one makes you feel a little self-conscious about how alluring you find her as she willingly pushes her chest forward, clenching her arms and shoulders in order to sway it a little with a slight gesture from her torso. These rounds, bouncing orbs catches your gaze rather easily and the moment she knows you're staring at them something strange occurs as the "eyes" of her top changes from purple...to two swirls of red and yellow forming together a spiral. The two eyes are moving at the same pace, yet one seems to favor red and the other yellow...Or perhaps it's the reverse...Or maybe not. Your gaze is immediately glued to that top of hers, these patterns catching your eye very quickly.

"If you're to be of use, though, you'll have to do as I say while you're aboard my ship. It is to be expected as I am the captain," Risky begins to explain, her tone a little playful and teasing as she goes on to move her hands to the side of her chest to highlight it. All you can do really is stare as the yellow and red...or red and yellow, you aren't entirely sure...keeps going in lazy spins which does end up being more and more mesmerizing the longer you watch. "So when I say to look at my breasts, then you will look, is that understood?"

You nod as your ability to talk seems a little hindered by those spirals. You did notice her wonderful breasts back then, it was actually hard not to, but the fact that she actually demands for you to stare at them is rather easy to do. It's quite arousing to gaze upon their round and almost-perfect form, her cleavage being very easy to delve into, but it's really those spirals which capture your gaze even further. They're slow yet cyclical, never-ending and there's just something about them that makes you feel a little out of it, yet not enough that you'd just drift away either. It's strange, but it's quite eye-catching too.

"Good. I love when those on my ship obey my commands. You'll have to respect my authority and you're doing good so far," Risky continues as she smirks, a wide grin of mischief appearing on her face and yet you can't see it as your gaze is stuck on the spirals. She begins to press her hands to her chest as she squishes them very carefully, in a slow and soft method as it's like they're pushed forward toward you. The spirals seems to be getting slightly faster too, their spins unending and completely fascinating you as she chuckles a bit. "You're loving this, aren't you? Not just my chest, but the spirals and how you're repaying me with doing what I ask of you...especially since it's so sexy and pleasurable~"

It's easy to really like this as while she pushes her breasts forward by pressing on them they move perhaps an inch forward...Yet for you it's as if they doubled in size. Or perhaps it's you who has shrunk in front of them. Either way, your perceptions are twisted as it's akin to being overwhelmed by her breasts as the once-lazy spirals gains in intensity. The colors glow, the yellow and red, and seems to spread everywhere in a hazy sight while the roundness of her chest is still pulling you in, almost as much as her voice. The way she talks is so confident, so powerful that it's really hard to even think about second-guessing her.

"Yes...Just keep staring...Keep being obedient..." Risky continued, greatly enjoying this as she began to sway her breasts left and right in a careful pace, her hands helping in keeping things steady as she went for a loop, a rhythm which was kept even before your eyes. Unwittingly, your gaze is completely chained to her every motions as the spirals seems to gain in speed a little, gaining some fast qualities without being too overwhelming. "Lose yourself in the spirals...Obey the, just like you would your captain...It wants you to stare just like I told you to...You need to do as you're told...You want to obey my voice and the spirals...Stare deeply at my chest...Indulge yourself...I command you to~"

The breasts grows, threatening to swallow you completely as the spirals fills everything. The red and yellow, the yellow and red...it matters not as long as you enjoy it and you're left drooling completely by now. You're smiling, your eyes are completely filled with these colors and those sways create multiple after-effects, illusions of her chest filling your vision, your mind with obedience. You are on her ship, you owe her your life and you offered to help...So of course you need to obey her, to serve her while you're here. Besides, you'd love to be of help to her, your benefactor...It would give you more opportunities to just stare. Any despair you felt, any terror, any doubts are assuaged just by your emptying mind as the spirals and the incredible smoothness of her cleavage makes you lose yourself completely.

"And now...drink~"

A strange liquid is brought to your lips and before you can even question this, before you can even think that this might not be a good idea you just down the content swiftly. She has asked you to do this and she is the captain on this ship...your captain. It tastes bitter, acid even and it makes you gag a little and yet you down it as per her command. Thankfully, the spirals keeps ongoing and it soon makes you forget the taste and after-taste of this mysterious beverage as you feel a warmth invade your body, feeling almost volcanic inside your guts.

"Good...Very good...Now feel yourself changing completely as you stare into the spirals, at my sumptuous chest...Let it empty your mind completely as it swallows everything unnecessary away from your brain~" Risky said with a rather self-satisfied and smug tone, her mischief apparent in her voice and yet it sounds very sexy to you as she moves her chest much closer to your face. These orbs are now all you can see, the eye-effect of her top beginning to get completely overwhelming as you feel watched by those spirals in an intense way, this turning into a completely hypnotic experience. It's simply too much for you as you gaze deeply, deeper still as you're lost and yet anchored to the red and yellow, to the appeal of Risky Boots.

What you don't, or rather cannot notice is that your body is changing rapidly. Your skin begins to turn dark and darker still, any complexion removed while your hair simply falls off, leaving pristine and spotless. It's not painful in any manner even though your guts churn and twist as the liquid you drank does its work, spreading through your veins in a way that feels unnatural. However, you are too mystified, aroused and enthralled by Risky's chest which keeps on swaying left and right, inches away from your face. You tremble in ecstasy, shake in pure delight as everything is basked in those very fast spirals and in the full girth of her amazing breasts. It turns and spins so fast that your eyes can't keep up, yet you try anyway as your mind is having difficulties too.

"You have such an immense gratitude toward me that you'll do everything I tell you, no matter what it is~"

Her voice is an echo now, a reverberation through your brain as it pumps bliss whenever she so-much pronounce a syllable. Combined with her breasts and the spirals, it is white-hot ecstasy as you feel weak and faint, but also very much glued to the person that she is, to her beauty and might. You feel smaller, yet it is not just a sentiment but a reality as you indeed lose some of your height and size. Your muscles are reduced to fit in with your newly black body as your head is smaller, made rounder. Your hands turns into claws, your arms, torso, legs and abdomen turn skeletal as you are thin beyond measure. Your feet are more like paws, claws adorning them as well as you're a far cry from your original form...Yet you do not notice.

"You are part of my crew now, under my guidance and responsibility. You've done such a good job obeying because it is all that you know~"

It does feel natural to do as she says, as she dictates. It's just common sense, in a way, as you're feeling so good that you don't feel your spine erupting through the black goop which seems to form your skin, giving way to two fin-like attachements in your back. Your eyes grow while your nose and mouth vanishes completely, the spirals filling the former so completely that is almost seems comical. If you still had lips, you'd smile in pure happiness, drool as if you were a faucet and yet you cannot now as the liquid is not just spread, but absorbed within your body completely. And still that voice, the sheer presence of Risky Boots is so overwhelming, so overpowering over everything that nothing else matters but your desire for this to continue...So that you may listen and obey.

"Forget everything that happened prior. Before me, there was nothing interesting going on. You'd much rather be with me now and forever from now on~"

The spirals turns and spins rapidly now, even more than before. It drains your mind, swallowing it all in a vortex of red and yellow as you lose yourself completely. The village, the fishing trip, your life-and-death situation...None of it matters as her top, her sheer power and charisma, makes short work of your thoughts and cognition, allowing for it all to be just swept away, leaving you mindless and absolutely enslaved to her will, caught in her sexy and terrible power.

"And now wake up for your mistress, for your captain...The Queen of the Seven Seas...Risky Boots~"

SNAP!

You're not certain about what happened, where you are and what you're doing as you are dressed in a way that you don't even recall ever wearing prior. A red bandanna, red pantaloons...and nothing else. You look at yourself in a nearby mirror and you don't recognize yourself at all. Have you always been so small, so meek, so black? Your large yellow eyes are alien to you and yet...It seems right somehow?

"Don't just stand there, Tinkerbat. There's more work to be done!"

You turn around and look at her and you recognize her, Risky Boots, your captain. You gaze at her, catching a peek at her breasts as well as she looks down on you and then points at the door, asking you to leave with a swift motion.

"Go rejoin the others. I won't have you slack off while you have a job to do!"

You hesitantly get out of the cabin and you see a large amount of beings just like you, all toiling away to make sure the ship is steady and handled correctly. Just seeing them seems to activate something within you as it all flows back into your mind...Yes...You are part of Risky Boots' crew, you're one of her aide...What was it she called you?

A Tinkerbat.

Why yes, this is what you are. You're her obedient worker. How could you ever forget? You can be so mindless at times, so forgetful, but thankfully she is there to give you direction in life. All you feel for her is gratitude and devotion as one of the other Tinkerbats goes on to give you a bucket and a mop, asking you to clean the deck along with them. She wants you to work and thus you shall obey as you begin your task in earnest. Thus your new life...or rather your ordinary life continues merrily. You sail along with your captain, you obey her, you do everything she asks and it seems natural. You're too mindless, too lost without her anyway and she accepts you as you are, which is a thing you feel very grateful for. She is the sexy, powerful and downright incredible Queen of the Seven Seas. She is the one and only Risky Boots...

Your captain.