Shantae and Princess Daisy's Babysitter Service (A Shantae/Mario Brothers Crossover) (Pixiv Fanbox)

Upon traveling through the Kingdom of Sarasaland, our hero, Shantae, happened upon Princess Daisy's castle. After meeting with the Princess, and speaking with her about the Kingdom, Shantae decided to help Daisy set up a babysitting service for her numerous subjects that had babies.

Our story begins inside a building just outside the castle walls where our purple haired hero stood on her tiptoes, twisting a wrench until two segments of pipe were affixed to each other. Shantae took a step back and admired her handiwork while wiping her forehead.

"I think that should just about do it for the showerhead." Shantae turned to where Daisy was working on an assembly of disjointed wooden arms. "How's everything coming along on your end, Daisy?"

"I finished a while ago with the pulley, but I could use some help getting this center axle put into place." Daisy blushed as she tried to hold the shaft up.

Shantae nodded. "No problem."

Daisy was struggling with the heavy metal rod due to large gear on the end. She definitely couldn't get it slotted into place without help. Everytime she tried to lift it above her head, the awkward piece of machinery threw her off balance.

Shantae, seeing her new friend having difficulty with the component, hurried over to assist Daisy with sliding the opposing spline into another set of gear. Shantae grabbed the opposite end of the steel axle shaft and helped hoist it up over their heads. Daisy took the opportunity to tighten the bolts into place, fixing the axle into place as Shantae stood under the rod iron pole.

Once the axle shaft was secured, the two women worked together to get the wooden arms slotted into the iron rod. Daisy slid numerous wooden limbs into the metal gear and Shantae would tighten each of the lifeless limbs to axle shaft.They had to stand on step stools to reach the bar and get each arm into place, but after a bit of work and elbow grease, the machine was finally finished; each set of arms was put into their appropriate place.

Both women were feeling a bit tired as they stepped back from the odd amalgamation of cogs, gears, ropes, bolts and pipes. After working all morning long, the two women could only gaze at the curious machine, admiring their hard work. The tub was the largest component of the machine, and rightly so, since it was meant to wash babies for their busy mothers.The wooden, jointed poles, dangled lifelessly above the tub from the axel, waiting to be awakened and out to work. Some of these arms ended in hands, but a few ended in bristle tipped brushes and scrubber pads.

Daisy's smiled as she looked at the arms, admiring her patented system of pulley that was powered by a small motor. It had taken some trial and error on her part, but she finally got the arms to turn independent of one and another. She really wanted to give it a test run, but her stomach rumbling reminded her that she needed to eat.

"You're hungry too?" The purple haired genie couldn't help but ask.

"It sure sounds like it." Daisy giggled.

Shantae was about to reply when her own stomach grumbled.

"I think we should get some lunch." Daisy smiled.

"I think that's a great idea! Let's go to lunch!"

A sinister shadow filled the window as Risky Boots, Queen of the Seven Seas, lurked just outside. She watched as her nemesis, Shantae, walked out of the room with a woman in an orange dress. Despite having to abandon her crew and the mighty Part Omni-Organic, Partially Titanic, Ocean-Optional Tinkerslug to pursue Shantae, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

Risky Boots rubbed her hands together menacingly and smiled. The purple haired pirate queen was ready to make her move and strike. However, without her crew and slimy slug sailing ship, she knew that she would have to get creative to beat the half genie. Peering through the window once more, she could see just what Shantae and that other woman had been tinkering on. She didn't know what it was at first glance, but she knew that it was going to be the tool to achieve victory! How foolish of her enemy to leave that device sitting inside the room alone!

If she could get inside the room, sabotage the machine and hide before Shantae could figure out anything was a miss, Risky Boots knew that she would finally have Shantae right where she wanted her!

'I'm going to defeat that little brat once and for all!'

Slowly but surely, the purple haired pirate pulled open the window and lifted her leg over the ledge. She tiptoed toward the bizarre tub machine and looked it over. She saw that the bath had a built in shower stall while various nozzles, mechanical hands and brushes hung above the porcelain tub. Beyond the tub sat a small table which must've been the first piece of equipment they had constructed. It was no concern to Risky Boots since it looked fairly ordinary. What mattered most to the self proclaimed Queen of the Seven Seas was figuring out a way to use Shantae's machine against her!

Risky returned her gaze to above the tub and stared at the axle shaft. She noticed that the axle shaft had a dozen arm like pieces of wood sticking out from them. Each "arm" and a rope which was affixed to the shaft. Each portion of the shaft had a couple cogs and gears, but what the fiendish pirate noticed instantly when studying the machine was the ropes that connected everything. She sauntered over to where the series of ropes were fed into a fan like structure that was covered. The fan was powered by a small motor.

'This might be easier than I imagined!'

The dastardly pirate started turning in an effort to ruin the machine. When nothing noticeable happened right away, she returned to playing with the knobs as water began to flow freely from the faucet, slowly filling the tub. It only took a minute for her to grow bored with fiddling with the knobs so she turned her attention to tugging and pulling on the ropes in an effort to break the pulley system. With one firm tug, she unintentionally sent the limp mechanical arm sailing over the axle bar until it made a full revolution and smacked her behind her head, sending her face first into the tub of warm water. As she fell into the tub, her leg hit the button which turned on the small engine next to the tub. With a harsh lawnmower like whine, the pulleys began to move by themselves, sending arms, brushes and scrubbers down upon the disoriented Risky Boots.

Risky Boots had no idea what she had done since her head was stuck underwater as the prickly brushes ran themselves over her back. The cactus like touch running down her lower back and spandex covered ass left her confused. She was clueless about what was happening to her and kicked at the ceiling while a steady stream of bubbles left her angry mouth.

A pair of gloved hands managed to get past the bristle brush and yanked the tight white and purple spandex down her thighs and towards the roof. With her round butt exposed the bristle brush was free to scrub her clean all over. It got into every nook and cranny, even running over her shaved vagina which caused the poor pirate to spasm from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Never had the proud pirate felt such conflicting sensations. The cactus like tips of the brush raked across her most sensitive areas, but afterwards her womanly mound craved more! It was too much for her to stand!

Just when Risky Boots thought she was about to drown, the machine decided to clean her upper body and flipped her right side up. Sadly for the pirate, she didn't even get a second to consider trying to escape when the gloved hands grabbed her by her wrists and held her in place while the machine pulled off her skull themed top, exposing her perky breasts.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing to me!?" Risky barked at the crazy contraption that had unintentionally taken her hostage.

The machine seemingly paused as a large bucket of water appeared next to the tub. One of the large brown bristled brushes left the pirate's back and was brought over to the bucket. It was then dunked into the bucket of water several times which allowed the water to get nice and soapy from the bar of soap it was ran across at the bottom of the bucket. The arm was then pulled above the soapy water and given a quick shake.

Risky Boots watched the brush build up a lather and felt like the machine was ignoring her.

"Look here, you big hunk of crap! I'm Risky Boots! Queen of the Seven-!"

While our antagonist was shouting at the machine, the arm was lifted up and pushed the brush straight into the pirate's open mouth! The brush scrubbed her tongue fiercely, filling Risky Boots' mouth with the taste of soap.

Her eyes widened.

It was horrible! Absolutely the worst thing that the pirate had ever tasted in her life. She tried to force the bristles from her mouth, she tried to spit it out, but the machine was simply too strong. The machine ran the brush across her teeth, cleaning them with the power of industrial strength soap! A wet gargle escaped her mouth as the brush continued to "clean" her mouth until all traces of foul language was washed from her vocabulary.

Finally, the brush ceased it's oral assault and pulled out of Risky Boots' mouth. Try as she might, the pirate couldn't spit up enough of the soap to get the terrible taste out of her mouth. A few bubbles and suds flew out of her mouth as her spitting turned into a coughing fit. Unbeknownst to the pirate, the mouth soaping caused the soapy water to naturally flow to the back of her throat forcing her to absentmindedly swallow it.

While Risky Boots was coughing up bubles, the brush was brought up to finish scrubbing her back while a pair of scrubbers worked on her bare breasts. Each mechanical motion scratched her microscopically as the soap covered brushes and scrubbers worked on her body. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable bath she had ever taken, but thanks to being restrained by the hands, with the ever present taste of soap between her lips, she stayed still and let the brushes lather her up. Each time the brush ran across her exposed armpits, her fingers and toes curled in response.

She would not laugh. She would not respond!

Suddenly, Risky Boots felt the palm of a gloved hand rest flat on her upper back. Before she could utter a word, the hand pushed her down into the warm water which bent her knees and made her ass rise above the turbulent water line. With her head under the foamy water, the machine sped up its cartoonish cleaning regiment and attacked her exposed backside with the scrubber. Thick little bristles were spinning across her purple bottom, scrubbed the blushing hot flesh at a rapid rate of speed similar to a car wash buffer. Back and forth, from left to right, no area went unwashed and scrubbed. It ran down her crack, past her cheeks and stopped only once it whisked over her mound. Despite flailing her arms and fighting for her breath, her womanly folds leaked sexually as the scrubber seemingly teased her most intimate spot, sending soap and precum flying out of the tub to land in puddles of soapy water. When the brush was pulled back by the pulley, it caught her vulva as the tips of the bristles poked into her vagina.

Risky Boots moaned underneath the water which forced her to inhale more of foamy liquid she was being bathed in. Maybe it was the sexual stimulation, maybe it was the lack of air, but her eyes rolled back into her head as the brush roughly ran between the folds of her womanhood. She couldn't last much longer like this!

Like buoy in a raging storm, the drenched pirate bobbed above the water and caught her breath.

"You salty sea dog! Risky wants mooooore!"

Risky Boots moaned, exhaling before she took in another deep breath. Without warning, a hand pressed on the top of her head and dunked her back beneath the water. A shocked stream of bubbles left her mouth as the pirate tried to shout. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs in rage as the machine repeatedly pulled her up and dunked her into the full tub, sending waves of water over the sides of the porcelain tub.

After a good five minutes of being "rinsed", Risky Boots was released from the hold of the gloved hands. Not asking why or waiting for permission, the woman hopped out of the tub and grabbed her pirate hat from the floor.

"Stupid machine!" The annoyed pirate said as she walked away butt naked from the bizarre bathing machine.

"I think I heard something in here." The familiar voice of Shantae, that trouble causing runt, echoed from the doorway of the building.

Taking that as her cue, Risky Boots quickly ducked behind some wooden boxes and remained out of sight while her nemesis and the woman in orange entered the room.

"It looks like the machine turned itself on!"

"I know, but how is that possible?" Daisy asked as she walked closer to the porcelain tub, wanting to inspect her invention for any possible reasons for it coming to life on its own.

"Daisy, be careful." Shantae called out to her new friend, but it was too late!

"I'll be fine, Shantaaaeee!"

The Princess of Sarasaland slipped on a stray bar of soap and went sailing into the air until she landed with a big splash in the tub. A flurry of arms came down from above, ready to wash their newest customer. The gloved hands ripped and pulled at Daisy's clothing, stripping her of her outfit until she was naked.

Wasting no time, Shantae sprung into action and twisted her head. With a full turn of her head, the half genie attacked the machine by sending her incredibly strong hair flying at the engine. However, just as she was about to strike the engine, a gloved hand grabbed her ponytail and yanked ger towards the tub.

"Oh no you don't!" Shantae said as she tried to hold her ground, but try as she might, the machine was simply too strong for her and yanked the half genie into the tub where she joined her naked friend Daisy.

Despite her best efforts to resist and a great deal of yelling, the machine pulled, yanked, ripped and finally had shantae stripped of her outfit. The tan girl would've covered her breasts and preserved what little modesty she still had, but her arms and legs were held tightly as the contraption got to work cleaning her body. She fought and flinched, but her struggling only forced water to spill and splash onto the floor as she hovered over the bubble covered water.

A bristly brush was lowered from the contraption and swirled around Shantae's plump posterior in a counterclockwise motion, spreading soapy lather all over her crack and butt cheeks. Shantae looked over her shoulder, shocked by how the machine was manhandling her with zero regard for her dignity. This was supposed to be an invention that took care and washed babies! How could Daisy design such a careless and brutish thing?!

While Shantae wondered why she was being treated so poorly, an equally distraught Daisy was being blasted by a showerhead, her vagina and ass getting thoroughly rinsed. The poor princess held on with her free hand, taking that blast of warm water while her breasts straddled over the side of the tub.

"Daisy! You have to stop this crazy thing!"

The water logged princess wished she could, but such things were literally beyond jer reach.

"I can't do anything!"

As Shantae and Daisy tried to talk to each other, Risky Boots was laughing her ass off behind a stack of boxes. She could tell that the machine had Shantae right where she wanted her. There was no way she would miss this show!

Out from the shadows, Shantae spotted a lone figure stepping out from behind a stack of boxes, grin spread wide across her face. It was none other than Risky Boots!

"Risky Boots?!"

"It is one and the same, you foolish girl!" The purple pirate struck a pose.

"W-why- are you- you-" Shantae struggled to spit it out as her head was dunked beneath the water.

"Naked!?" Shantae cried out.

"I thought you'd never ask, runt!" Risky Boots smiled as she took a seat on the floor, her legs crossed, unashamed of her gorgeous body. "I sabotaged your deranged little device here, but not before it stole my clothes and gave me a washing."

Now it all made sense! Shantae knew that Daisy would've never built such sinister pile of scrap metal and wooden beams. That dastardly Risky Boots ruined the machine and perverted it to do her bidding!

However, such knowledge did little good for the nude genie who was getting the scrubbing of her life. She flailed her arms and legs as the brush found its way to her tight mound. The bristles brushed across her most intimate parts, making her squirm as bolts of euphoria traveled up her spine. She had clung to the side of the tub just to stay above the water, that's how weak in the legs she was. The brush made another pass over her mound, causing Shantae to let out a deep moan as the thick bristles gave her a good cleaning. Over her cheeks and then back across her pussy it went, over and over again as a third of her body size was covered in soap. She had never been treated like this before!

Shantae trembled in orgasmic ecstasy, she could barely utter a single syllable that wasn't lust filled moaning. Thankfully her juices were being wicked by the naughty brush before she made a mess in the tub.

While Shantae was getting the business end of a brush, Daisy was dealing with a very greedy glove. The glove was remarkably nimble, finding its way into all of her intimate spots. A single thick, gloved finger was pushed into the princess' poor pooper, making Daisy shout out in surprise. As that hand tended to her asshole and pussy, another hand wielded a scrub brush and went about scrubbing all over her back. Once finished with her back, the jointed wooden arm bent at a ninety degree which allowed the scrub brush holding hand access to her armpits. Each pit was thoroughly cleaned, causing Daisy to giggle and laugh out loud. The poor princess was quite ticklish after all!

Shantae didn't know what was so funny. Both Risky Boots and Daisy were laughing as one glove fondled her tits as another one played with her pussy. This was far from funny; it was humiliating!

Still, Shantae had never felt so good in all of her life! The machine was doing things to her that the girl never knew were possible. Her pusdy twitched and quivered as the brush stroked her mound with its prickly touch.

Right as Shantae was about to squirt, a wash rag slapped her face, causing Shantae to blink her eyes.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this!" Risky Boots shouted.

"It's not my fault you did this to Daisy's machine!" Shantae shouted as a showerhead sprayed her with water.

"Who is this vile woman?" Daisy could only ask as a pair of gloved hands lifted her out of the tub and tenderly spun her around so that she was held by her armpits above the top of the small table.

As Daisy dangled in the air, another set of gloved hands pulled a big fluffy towel from the wall and set about drying the soaking wet woman.

The warm towel was rubbed all over the squirming girl’s body, rubbed against her tits and hairless crotch while both Risky and Shantae watched. Every inch of her skin was rubbed dry by the soft fibers of the big warm towel until she was dry.

With its job done, the towel was thrown into a laundry basket and Daisy's freshly dried bottom was sat onto a thick hourglass shaped garment that started crinkling as the princess squirmed.

"No!" Daisy hollered. "I don't need a diaper!"

Shantae could only stare in bewilderment as Daisy was given a decadent dosing of powder until her crotch was snow white. Once powdered, the hands pulled up the disposable diaper until the front was pressed against the Princess' stomach and taped shut. Daisy tried to close her legs, but the huge between her thighs prevented her knees from even touching each other.

"That is too funny!" Risky Boots said as she held her stomach. "Is it going to diaper widdle Shantae too?"

The arms hoisted a diapered Daisy up from the table and held her in place. Suddenly, pink bunch of fabric filled her eyes as the hands started to spin her around, coiling a thick blanket around her legs and upper body. She was effectively being swaddled!

Meanwhile, Shantae's gawking was interrupted as the contraption pushed her back underneath the water, making Shantae gag as her entire body was submerged.

The wooden arm grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her out of the water like a fisherman catching a fish. Shantae was held up by the crazy contraption for both Risky Boots and Daisy to see as the hands readied the changing table for her. Risky Boots wore an ear to ear smile while Daisy was getting a big orange binky shoved into her mouth.

"Looks like it's time for Shantae to get her diapee!" The fiendish pirate cooed in baby talk.

The gloved hands unfurled another big fluffy towel and started to dry the squirming half genie off. It was ran across her firm butt cheeks and through her crotch, teasing her pussy with the soft touch of absorbent follicles. The hands soon reached her breasts and rubbed them harder to dry the bouncing boobs.

Now completely dry, the glove baring arms unfolded a big white disposable diaper underneath Shantae perfectly plump posterior.

"I won't wear that thing!" Shantae declared in a defiant tone.

The machine didn't care about what the half genie said, it had a job to do and no fussy brat would stop it from finishing its work. Shantae wriggled as she was lowered onto the thick, pillow like diaper. It crinkled as she was forced to sit on top of it. Her weight made her sink slightly into the garment which made it caress her ample butt. It was like the diaper was welcoming her.

Shantae was torn away from her physical observations as a new hand dunked a powder puff into a container of talcum powder. She could only watch as the hands hovered above her, powder puff ready to be used. Suddenly, it got to work, patting her crotch up and down, covering her bald pussy in powder. A pair of gloved hands grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling her butt out as her legs were raised towards the ceiling. A barrage of dusty pats landed across her butt before she was deemed ready for diapers.

Shantae's legs remained raised, her ankles pinched between a gloved thumb and forefinger. Without delay, her powdered ass was quickly taped into the thick pamper.

The hands lifted the diapered genie up from the changing table and began to swaddle her. With each rotation, the hands sped up as Shantae's arms and legs were pressed against her body. Each layer of blanket wrapped tighter and tighter around Shantae, trapping her inside her cocoon of fabric and warmth. No matter how much she squirmed and wriggled, there was no way she was breaking free from her blanketed prison.

Risky Boots savored the sight of her arch nemesis being diapered and swaddled. She had never felt so superior and triumphant in all her days of piracy. She made a mental note to recreate this crazy contraption to punish her future enemies as she got dressed.

"You won't get away with this!" Shantae screamed from her infantile cocoon.

"I'm pretty sure that I already have." The Queen of the Seven Seas smiled.

"I'll get out of this and then I'll-"

*MPPHH!*

"There." Risky Boots grinned. "That's much better."

Shantae stared at the dastardly pirate as she was forced to suckle on a red colored soother.

*Knock*

*Knock*

"Is this the place to drop off my baby for the afternoon?" A villager asked as she made her way into the building.

"I dunno. Ask these two." Risky Boots replied with a smirk.

"Oh my." The villager gasped as she saw Daisy and Shantae swaddled on the ground. "You have such big babies! How did you manage to push them out?"

"Pfft" Risky Boots cocked an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me, lady? I'm much too young to be a mother!"

The cocky pirate passed the confused villager as she left the building, leaving behind a very squirmy Shantae and Daisy.

*MPPHH*

The villager approached Shantae and pulled out her binky.

"Please! The half genie pleaded. "I need to get to the-"

"Aghhhhh...nevermind."

The End