Nega-Shantae's Revenge

Rottytops was bored.

With life in the swamps being ever-so dull and uneventful, much of her efforts went into trying to liven things up a little, trying desperately to push away ennui as best she could. Her efforts being mostly for naught, as nothing new could fend off the unstopping boredom she found herself in, she sighed as she went for a walk, away from her brothers and from the caravan, away from those either mindless or mindful walking corpses that she shared bonds with. With the life, or half-life, of the undead meaning that she couldn't occupy herself with her own survival, with needs like hunger, thirst and sleep being non-issues for her, the only thing she had to bother herself with was entertainment and to drink enough coffee each day so that she wouldn't become brain-dead, which was in itself not so bad a prospect considering how awful things were. With her friend Shantae being absent for a little while, due to her genie magic being drained away, it meant that she did not have her favourite teasing subject, which was perhaps the crux of the problem: life seemed almost empty without Shantae being in her regular mood. Walking in the moss and reminiscing of the races she had with the half-genie and how she just seemed to fall for whatever tease or trap she had planned for her, Rottytops half-chuckled before letting out another sigh, one that seemed to express pretty much every single problems she had in one single act. She was mostly lonely, even when surrounded by people.

Her daydreaming, though, went on to make it so she was absent-minded, resulting in her leg getting stuck in a deep puddle of muck. As she tried to get it out of there, she unfortunately pulled it off, which caused her to fall to the ground, losing her balance due to the surprise of possessing a single leg. Releasing her third sigh in a small amount of time, she tried to pick up her leg and to sew it back together, one of the many blessings of her status as a zombie being that she could always put the pieces back together without any pain being involved. "I sure hope that Shantae will get out of her funk. It's dreary without her in these parts," she said out loud, taking out a sewing needle so as to pull herself in one piece. Unbeknownst to her, however, was the fact that her voice had drawn the attention of a single person that had been adamantly searching for her, with that individual stealthily approaching Rottytops' position with ease. With a singular act, the stranger smirked in the darkness, their gaze piercing the low amount of light as a red and purple smoke went on to erupt from their position, darting toward Rottytops swiftly and menacingly. Without any warning or any time to react, it then invaded Rottytops lungs as it filled her up, making her eyes roll back in their socket as she fell to the ground on her back, lost amidst something that she'd soon vividly try to understand...

At first...Everything was pitch black. Utter darkness, with no amount of moss, no sounds of birds, alligators, snakes or any wildlife. No giant spiders, no large webs, no bubbling and ominous water. Rottytops was alone in such a predicament as she felt one thing that tore away her boredom: fear. While it was not the best kind of alternative, it made for something quite different as she felt sweat fall down her skin and her heart start to beat faster while she drew breath. Then, she finally realized that she could feel again, that her sensations were back. When she touched her arm, the contact gave way to a certain warmth, a certain resistance that made it so she understood that everything that she had been robbed of in death had been returned. Her skin was no longer green, her members were all attached together normally, she did not have any hunger for brains or coffee and she could feel a certain warmth as well as smell a certain perfume that seemed to get much more preeminent as time went being. It was sweet and intoxicating, impossible to deny as her nose picked up the scent, never letting it go as she was hungry to feel again, to truly interact with a fresh body instead of her withered, though well-conserved corpse. Then, as her hunger for life got even stronger, light came unto being as vigorous flames exploded in front of her, dminishing quickly into small trails that floated in the surrounding darkness, somewhat trying to hint at a shape that would manifest itself. Then, she appeared, making Rottytops gasp in awe at the spectacle that popped up before her.

It was Shantae, yet a somewhat very different version of her. Her hair was red instead of purple and her garments were purple instead of red, yet she still had the same kind of body that Rottytops had always fantasized about. Her accessories were made of silver instead of gold, yet it was unmistakably Shantae that was before her in form, though not in mannerism as there was something a little more... confident about this one. With her white skin with tints of purple, her self-assured and devious smile and her own pose, one that seemed to exude a certain sensuality, she was seemingly far-less modest than the regular Shantae. This, in turns, made Rottytops observe and admire her, which prompted her to get rather aroused in a manner that she unused to, making way to a shyness that wasn't anything like her. "Greetings, Rottytops. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Nega-Shantae, a benevolent and lovely genie, at your service," the apparition said, her voice being utterly pleasant and calm as she bowed generously before the now-living girl, making way for her to admire her cleavage for a few seconds. "I am here to make sure that your dreams come true, my sweet~"

Nothing about this made any sense to her. Why was this Nega-Shantae manifesting herself like this? Why was she named like this? Where were they exactly? What was her motive for actually interacting with her? There were too many questions and not enough answers...Yet Rottytops couldn't truly complain about feeling alive for a few moments longer, with her own admiration for this Nega-Shantae, on a visual level, was rather easy to appreciate.

"So full of questions, are we? Very well, I shall try to answer them to the best of my abilities," Nega-Shantae answered without even hearing the questions as she looked at Rottytops with a little smirk on her face. "We are in your head, my dear Rottytops. I am here to grant you the favor that very few can receive and that would be to grant you a wish. I am named like this because I am Shantae's own magical side, as well as another part of herself that she has denied countless times over: her devious nature."

With plenty of fantasies coming through her head, now that her thinking process was not slowed down by a deficient brain, Rottytops couldn't even keep up with her desires as the concept of Shantae possessing a more devious side gave way to many temptations and scenarios. Could she truly be naughty and mischievous? Was there truly a place in Shantae's heart for such behaviour? She was such a nice girl and yet the possibilities that this version of her, this Nega-Shantae, would be coming to her to grant her a wish seemed impossible, almost too good to be true.

"And yet it is why I am here," Nega-Shantae declared, placing a finger beneath Rottytops chin as she looked in her eyes, the yellow pupils and red irises being sinister, yet tantalizing all the same for the once-zombie girl. "As a token of my good-will, I have made it so that you can sleep and experience what you've lost for so long in your dreams. Do you enjoy my touch, my scent and my warmth, Rotty?"

It was hard for her not to want more near-instantly, as there seemed to be a tingle coming straight on Rottytops skin as this electric touch made her crave for more. It was only for an instant, yet the ever-intoxicating perfume of Nega-Shantae and her own presence felt addictive, with her attitude giving way to the possibility that she knew how amazing it was to be near her. Instead of Rottytops being the one teasing her, it was the zombie-girl that was being teased as Rotty began to show a goofy smile on her face, blushing as she looked at Nega-Shantae with hungry eyes, yet not the kind that she usually showed to the half-genie girl.

"Now, you could get your wish right now..." Nega-Shantae teased, giving Rottytops a look that hinted at something incredibly pleasant. "Or we could enjoy your senses to the fullest until you're ready to wake up~"

And with that, the flames went on to spin around, regaining a whole new life as they formed rings and spirals behind Nega-Shantae, illuminating her in a way that felt unreal, yet sensual all the same. Beginning to dance, she seemed to possess the same grace and same fluidity as Shantae, yet her own approach to this performance was incredibly different. When Shantae dance, it was with enjoyment, with a certain childish quality that did not detract from the sensuality and the beauty of the art, yet her belly dance was much more pure in a respect. Nega-Shantae, though, radiated sexiness as every parts of her body seemed to amplify and to emanate her teasing nature, with her hips and waist rolling in a slow, then in a rapid fashion to attract the eyes, then to overwhelm them. Her belly rolled and bended in a way so as to draw attention, yet the repetitive nature of her motions made it so it was easy to add small touches that allowed Rottytops gaze to wander a bit, be it from a bump of her chest or with her fingers playing with the fire, lighting up her assets in a manner that felt hot in many different interpretations of the words. In truth, Rottytops had always dreamed of such a performance made solely for her, by Shantae herself, yet she knew it was a pipe dream, a mere fantasy that could never truly see the light of day. Nega-Shantae, though, went on to grant that wish of hers without Rotty having to even vocalize it, exceeding her expectations in the best of ways. She had never felt more alive than this in years, making this the best moment in her existence for as far as she could remember.

"You like this a lot, don't you? You've wanted this for so long and now I'm just giving it to you freely. Tell me, do you like what you see? Do you enjoy watching me dance for you?" Nega-Shantae asked, her tone suggesting that she already knew the answer to this query of hers as her smile grew more devious, enjoying this herself. "You just can't get your eyes off of me, can you? It's like you've been mesmerized and that you don't want to be free of my spell. You're lost in a trance caused by my beauty and my performance and it's a sweet one, isn't it?"

Her own thought processes being dimmed down a little, the flames, the circles of light, the radiant white skin of Nega-Shantae and the glimmer of those silver accessories, combined with a certain power that radiated from her made it seem like Rottytops was returning to her undead self. Without being entirely acclimated to the return of her sense of touch and smell, they were already rewired to make it so they'd focus entirely on Nega-Shantae as her lips quivered, struggling to form words as if she hadn't drank a cup of coffee for a week. "Y-yes...It's...nice...~"

"You're getting hot and bothered, aren't you? Your crotch feels like its on fire and its becoming quite clear that you want to touch yourself while watching me...It would feel great to just succumb to these desires, wouldn't it?" Nega-Shantae suggested, her own hips gyrating as they switched to bumps in a rapid succession, her own chest going for a upper figure-eight as her breasts seemed to lightly bounce in a calculated fashion while her hair swished elegantly amidst the flames. Then, she clasped her hands as she bent herself slightly backward, turning her head toward Rottytops as her waist went up, then her belly and her chest, creating a perfect belly roll in the process. " Just enjoy yourself and I promise to make it worth your while. I have waited a long time in secret for this, you know? To properly seduce you and to make sure you'd have the greatest pleasure in your entire life~"

The way she said it made her mind melt and her heart beat faster as Rottytops quickly found out that whatever garment she wore had been consumed by the flames. Naked, with no way to truly know how long she had been so, she dared not ask any questions as the moment was too perfect, too splendid to let it go to waste as Rottytops began to explore her thighs, a little anxious that the dream would break if she reached her crotch, before she then plunged a finger in her soaking wet vagina. It was easy to penetrate as it slid inside the warm honeypot, teasing her folds with a slight moan escaping her lips. She felt so warmth, so good and she was so sensitive due to the nature of her dream and of her lack of physical contact for so long that she already began to lose it, inserting a second finger as she went on to pump them in and out without any reservation or hesitation. She had hoped that Shantae would perhaps someday be caught like this due to her own actions, desiring so much to see a naughty side for her half-genie friend, yet the fact that it was happening in reverse felt so hot and so right that it was impossible not to get caught in the spirit of things. Her breathing getting ragged, her own pleasure took over as she observed the still-dancing Nega-Shantae, finding herself to be the luckiest girl in the entire world right now.

"Such a nice view, don't you agree? I'm sure I could make an arrangement so that this could be even better, though~" Nega-Shantae suggested, before then clapping her hands as her own garments dissolved slowly, a purple mist appearing in the air as her dancer's outfit simply vanished, leaving her entirely nude. The flames, however, possessing a spirit of their own, went on to cover her modesty instantly as her own vagina and her nipples went on to get obstructed by them, creating a vivid and very delightful view for Rottytops all the same. "Wouldn't you agree that this is much better?"

"Yes...Oh god yes!" was all that Rottytops could answer as her own mind had slowed down considerably, a fact that did not hinder or cause her any alarm as the reason why was obvious and pleasant. The way she was always so teasing and downright confident made her seem even more beautiful and even more sexy than the regular Shantae at this point, as the fact that her nipples and her crotch were always hidden from view left a little to the imagination, which stimulated Rottytops even more. She tried to picture them as she inserted a third finger, shaking and quivering in a manner that would seem demeaning if it did not feel so good. Her own body a mess, she released moans after moans, each of them getting louder as it was so easy to just succumb to her cravings and to let herself find this sort of satisfaction. The fact that Nega-Shantae was watching in approval was an undeniable bonus too, her own eyes settled on her giving way to a sick pleasure that made her voyeuristic tendencies seem all the more pleasant.

"You're so completely hypnotized by my dance that it turns you on, it makes you want to fall even further in this depravation of yours. You love being naughty and mischievous, yet you crave for someone to punish you, to properly teach you the errors of your ways..." Nega-Shantae said in a playfully scolding manner, twirling around to let Rottytops see her back and behind before she then did a slight spin with her chest. "Perhaps I ought to teach you a lesson, then~"

With this, another version of Nega-Shantae, nude as well, appeared beside Rottytops as she began to fondle her breasts, grabbing the erect nipples of the once-zombie girl with a gentle, yet rough touch. Playing with them, she squished them together as she began to pinch the nipples ever-so-slightly, allowing for a mixture of pain and pleasure to confuse Rottytops even further. "I am Shantae's magical side, don't you forget~" the clone explained, placing her own naked chest against Rottytops' back as the warmth of the genie felt unnatural and altogether amazing on the newly-sensitive skin of Rottytops.

"I can make it so anything can happen in this dream of yours~" another clone said, appearing in front as she got on her knees and then inserted her own hand inside the surprisingly wet and elastic vagina of Rottytops, pushing aside the three fingers that Rottytops used to achieve satisfaction.

"Now, let's bring you to a nice climax, my sweet~" the original Nega-Shantae suggested, getting closer as the view of her performance was left unobstructed even by the other two clones. Her dance reaching an equilibrium between graceful and obscene, between beautiful and sexy, the tantalizing motions kept on pushing up the mesmerizing pressure as the actions of the three Nega-Shantaes were pushing Rottytops to the brink.

In any other circumstances, Rottytops would have reached her orgasm by now. In her living days, this kind of pleasure would have destroyed her, rendering her helpless in a blissful state of weakness and contentment, yet she wasn't truly in control of anything and she knew it. She was aware of how absurdly amazing this was and how it was surreal, yet the fact that she knew only enhanced the experience for her as she surrendered to the ministrations of the two clones. With her breasts being fondled, her nipples tortured and her pussy being ravaged, she could only feel warmth, a static energy within her and shivers on her skin as her body felt like it was on fire. She had no energy left, her breathing was erratic and she wanted desperately for it to both stop and continue endlessly, yet her own body gave way to her response near immediately as she heard a word that freed her from this delightful torment.

"Cum~"

And with this, her juices flew out of her as the two clones vanished to leave her room to arch her back and to let it all out. A constant flow of her honey made a mess, with her own senses being sent into overwhelming nirvana as the ghost of the clone's touch and the vision of that near-naked dance invaded her thoughts, leaving place for nothing else besides Nega-Shantae. Her own climax seemingly lasting forever, it finally subsided as she was left into a mess both mentally and physically, leaving her with an intense grin and altered eyes that basked with silver, red and purple circles that spun continuously.

"Now, let's get to the matter of your wish. I presume you'd want to be able to feel this again, yes? I suppose you wouldn't mind being able to experience this pleasure time after time, to bask in this unique experience anew? Nega-Shantae said, lifting her up by the use of her magic, the human Rottytops being utterly destroyed as a goofy smile was on her lips, her mental processes annihilated.

"Sure~"

"Then I shall grant it to you. I will make sure to give you plenty of attention in the future in the real world, my dear~" Nega-Shantae promised as the dream-world dissipated, leaving Rottytops in the darkness once more...

As the smoke was removed from her undead lungs, Rottytops was still lost in her trance, her eyes still radiating those silver, red and purple circles as her hand continuously played with her crotch. With Nega-Shantae materializing in the swamp in front of the undead girl, she did so gracefully, her clothes back on as she looked at her latest prey with a prideful smirk on her face.

"It's the first time I've seen a zombie to openly playing with herself, even so it's futile. You did a great number on her, it seems," Risky Boots said, revealing herself as she observed the wreck that was now Rottytops. "I figured it would have been harder, though. It only took a few minutes..."

"Her brain matter is dead, mistress. As such, I only had to revive key components of her brain, fuel it with her lust and fantasies and then connect it to various points in her body," Nega-Shantae explained, pointing to a small puddle in front of Rottytops as the smell of arousal and sex could still be separated from those of the swamp. "She is more half-alive and half-dead thanks to me and, with a few more sessions, we shall have our own zombie slave, mistress~"

"The zombie herself is useless," Risky Boots said without any reservation, looking at Rottytops nonchalantly, barely amused by the spectacle she was receiving from the slovenly act in front of her. "But to have one of Shantae's friend and ally as my slave...That is priceless~"

With no notion of what was just happening, her mind not being her own anymore, Rottytops was then guided by Nega-Shantae, the genie of her dreams, as well as Risky Boots to her new lot in life. She knew not what was truly happening, nor about the implications of her actions, yet Nega-Shantae wanted her to follow and obey and she would. She'd do anything for the genie of her dreams, so long as she'd experience this debilitating and hypnotic pleasure once more. Addicted and downright altered in a multitude of ways, Rottytops was unknowingly the second victim of Nega-Shantae's and Risky Boot's revenge...

And she wouldn't be the last one.