A Game of Bat and Echidna

• Commissioned by Joey

It was a cool night in Mobius, as she crept from rooftop to rooftop, gliding silently across the shadows. Such a shapely figure… shame she couldn’t let anyone see her, with what she was doing…

The lithe bat woman known as Rouge, slipped elegantly through the darkness, moving shockingly well in her black high heeled leather boots. As usual, what she wore was strangely revealing for her line of work… the shiny, PVC leather pants clung tightly to her legs, enough to show off their modest definition, and gave a fine outline of her large, rounded ass. From the waist up, she wore… considerably less. Aside from her dark rubber gloves, she wore a matching black PVC top that was a glorified bit of lingerie really. Just a dark V that went down her chest… it revealed ample cleavage and infact seemed to push her much renowned breasts together to amplify it further. They covered her nipples and precious little else, coming to a remarkably thin strap in the back. 

One could only assume looking at her that she was going somewhere quite seedy. But you might not guess the job she was out on, considering how little she seemed to have on her; her pants not even having room for pockets. But regardless, as she stood proudly before the large, marble building before her, she knew she was more than prepared to do what she would call her favorite hobby…

You see, Rouge was a master thief. And tonight, she was zeroed in on quite the prize, one she’d had an eye on for some time. The Jade Jaguar, a statuette of, you guessed it, a jaguar made of the finest pure jade… with eyes of vivid red diamond, just to top off the absurd lavishness of it all. Being a renowned jewel thief, first and foremost, that caught her eye more than anything… but she had no qualms whatsoever about taking the whole thing, should the situation be ripe for it. 

The Jade Jaguar was easily the most valuable thing to be shipped to Station Square in some time. A rash of unsolved cat burglaries in the area will do that… as a result, she’d been out of the game for a while. She was so young in those days… she’d developed much in, more ways than one, but as much as she tried to move on to (relatively) more legal professions, she’d often thought of how fun her days sneaking past laser walls and carving finely though glass were. And word of this treasure finding it’s way to the local museum was just too alluring for her to pass up… how could she resist?

She knew the place well enough, she’d hit it so many times that it ended up closing down from lack of attractions for a while. A shame, she thought, but not as much of a shame as it would’ve been to pass up on the beautiful jewels they sought to display.

There’s no way they forgot her, but she assumed this was a sign that they finally felt they were safe again, that the thief had moved onto a new town… she smirked wickedly, almost feeling guilty for the rude awakening they would be getting by morning… almost.

Rouge went about her usual business, carefully disabling the alarms, snapping the wires apart one by one on the fusebox that they thought they had hidden away from her notice in the fenced-in area a block away. Then, she made her way to the rooftop window. She reached into her enormous, expanse cleavage and pulled from within her breasts a concealed blade… short, yet remarkably sharpened to a fine enough point that she was able to quietly cut a Rouge-sized hole in the window and pull it out without making any unnecessary noise.

Slipping into the rafters, she was cautious as always, hugging walls and clinging to the ceiling as she flew along… but to her surprise, security seemed shockingly lax, even moreso than she saw from the place BEFORE she nearly drove it out of business. The usual cameras were in place, and no doubt she’d have many alarms to try and avoid if not for her disabling them in advance, but to her shock, she didn’t notice a single guard. 

This was a little unsettling in an odd way, but she opted to just keep her guard up and trudge on. Eventually, she found her way to centerstage, where the treasure in question was there… the Jade Jaguar, there on a pedestal, just ripe for the taking. Bizarrely, there wasn’t even the typical plexiglass protecting it…

She kept her eyes peeled as she neared it, studying the pedestal itself in case it had some sort of trigger… but there was nothing peculiar about it, and that just seemed all the more peculiar to her.

“Hm… very strange.” she muttered to herself. “It’s as if they’re daring someone to steal it… have they truly forgotten about me and my talents? Hmph… well, serves them right, in that case… it’s as good as mine.”

Rouge stepped up and put her gloves hands on the treasure… delicately, she lifted it up and to her findings, nothing happened… if there was any mechanism in place, she’d successfully deactivated it already. 

“Hm… almost a shame, really.” she lamented. “My first heist in so long, and it goes by this quickly… I wouldn’t have minded a challenge.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint...” came a familiar voice from behind her. 

She whipped around, her eyes widening from recognition. But she donned a cocky smirk as he stepped out from the shadows, towards the exhibit. A stout, red echidna… of course, she could never forget Knuckles.

“Well, well, well… long time no see.” she chuckled to herself. “You sure are looking handsome these days.”

“And you’re looking guilty as ever.” he scoffed, folding his arms. He never was much for playing along.

“What are you, some superhero now? Here to stop the big bad supervillain from committing her crime…?” she mocked, running a finger down her immaculate cleavage. “Or maybe you’re here to join in the fun for once...”

“Oh rest assured, I am here to stop you. Call it whatever you want, but I’m not letting you get away with anything in this museum… leave now, or I’ll have to hurt you.” he informed her, not a lick of humor in his voice.

She rolled her eyes at this display… he was as chaste and prone to violence as ever. Some things never change…

“Mmm, such pent-up anger… always so much frustration boiling inside you.” she remarked, shaking her hips as she paced back and forth, posing seductively just for her own fun if nothing else. “I suppose there’s no mistaking why… hmhm… you were always a lonely man, weren’t you Knuckles?”

“Don’t try and get in my head, Rouge. It won’t work anymore.” he muttered. “This place hired me to make sure nobody took off with their valuables, and I intend to do the job. They were worried about the thief that used to plague them coming back… I let them know I’d handle it, as long as they’d let me work alone. Somehow, I had this feeling it’d be you...”

“You mean you hoped as much, right…?” she smirked, and winked. “And you wanted me alone, eh…? Dirty boy...”

“Enough talk!” he grunted unfurling off his arms and menacingly banging his famed fists together. “I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t get out of here I’ll have no choice… and don’t expect me to shed a tear about it.”

“Mmmm… honey, you do remember what happened last time we fought, right…?” she chuckled. “It uh, ended quite swiftly and embarrassingly for you, if I do recall...”

“Shut up!” he yelled. “That was then and this is a now… I’m a completely different person, even if you seem to be the same old thief...”

“Hmhmhm… well now you’re just asking for it.” she laughed, before donning a fighting stance, her legs spread wide, a little bounce to her step just so she could let him see her breasts bounding up and down. He’d done well to ignore her allure so far, but she knew how he really felt…

Knuckles put up his fists and darted in, wasting no time launching one of his heavy hitting punches. But with an elegant roll, Rouge moved out of the way of it. He repeated this, aiming right for her beautiful face but she moved like water, gracefully evading him. He grimaced, but stayed relatively calm… they’d done this before, after all. Rouge just smirked, as she bounced on the balls of her feet, loosely twisting her hips. She made sure to give her chest a little shake as well… she was enjoying herself now.

“Hmph… so you think you’re quick, huh?” he growled. “We’ll see just how quick you are, little bat...”

Knuckles dashed in and let loose a flurry of blows, four punches from different angles. Rouge ducked, bobbed and weaved her way away from them, spinning like a dancer as she sidestepped the last blow and capping it off by blowing him a kiss. He winced, clearly losing his patience.

“Stand still and let me knock your head off!” he yelled, rushing in with his arm outstretched, looking to clobber her. 

Rouge’s counter to this one was the most unnecessarily flashy yet… she performed a backflip, easily ducking the blow in the process. Knuckles momentum carried him a few more steps and he ended up behind her. He swiftly darted around to face her, only to see her bending and mockingly shaking her shapely ass at him.

“I see you’re just as good at this as you always were...” she chuckled to herself. “Did you ever think maybe you’re more of a lover than a fighter...? Perhaps it seems like a stretch, but… it would explain some things, wouldn’t it?”

“Be QUIET!” he yelled, coming towards her with another flurry… this one seemed endless, his fists a blur as they each threatened to smash her head and chest into pieces. Rouge stayed light on her feet as she backed away to avoid these, some coming precariously close for her comfort…

‘Mmm, maybe he is a little better.’ she thought to herself. ‘Perhaps I should stop toying with him like this… there’s so many other ways to toy with him after all.’

She continued backing up, narrowly avoiding his punches until she was up against the wall. It looked for a moment like she was doomed to an onslaught of shots until she slid down the wall to the floor.

Knuckles peered down to see her lying there… his legs were spread in his stance, and now her high-heeled feet were sliding between them. His eyes went wide with realization just a little too late, as with a loud feminine grunt of effort, she powered her legs up into his groin, the pointed toes of her boots crashing up full force into his testicles.

He groaned in pain and immediately went to clutch himself as Rouge hopped up to her feet. She gave him a mocking kiss to the cheek, before chest bumping him to get him to backup a few steps, putting her huge breasts to good use… she then performed a little twirl and put that momentum into a destructive roundhouse kick that got Knuckles square in the gut, again making use of the point of her boot as it buried itself into his stomach.

The burly echidna wheezed as the air left his lungs, and with his hands still glued to his balls, he simply fell to his knees. Rouge chuckled to herself, amused with how much pain he was already in… she took a step back and put her hands out to get a good bead on his head, perfecting her aim… before rushing forward and smashing him right in the face with a running, diving double knee strike that flattened him onto his back.

“Hmph. Is that all you got…?” she asked as she got up to her feet. “That was certainly a lot of grandstanding for nothing. Here I thought you were tough...”

“Cheapshotting… b-bitch...” he spat, as he rolled onto his front and picked himself up off the floor with a stumble. “You got lucky… ngh, I won’t leave myself open like that again. I swear I’ll take you down...”

“Ooh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you…?” she winked, just making him all the more furious. “Mmm, you’re right… maybe it was a tad cheap. Going low on you just makes it too easy for me, I’ve already got enough advantages as is… so don’t worry, I won’t kick you in the balls again. Unless I feel like it~”

His fists clenched even tighter than before as he rushed towards her. She just rolled her eyes and sighed… muttering, “He’ll never learn…” as she turned and jumped up into the air, performing a picture perfect splits for the hell of it as he ended up running his face directly into her ass. 

That put him on the ground in humiliating fashion and rather than land on her feet, Rouge began to flap her wings, staying off the floor. As a blushing Knuckles scrambled to his feet, he saw her floating there, pretending to lounge on an invisible loveseat, a hand to the back of her head, her legs curled. Indeed, she was posing seductively in mid-air, just to get under his skin that little bit more and my was it working…

“Goddammit STAY STILL!” he bellowed, leaping up into the air and gliding towards her to try and knock her back down to Earth.

She scoffed at this and managed to avoid his little flying tackle by simply going a little bit higher. He landed and glanced up to see her rising a few more feet into the air. 

“Stupid little man… being able to glide is not the same thing as being able to fly.” she declared. “How many times do I have to teach you that…?”

“Cowardly little bat! Get down here!” he yelled, impotently shaking his fist towards her. “Get down here and fight me!”

“Gladly...” she commented, before soaring down with an axe kick aimed right for his head. It likely would’ve split his head right open, but he managed to combat roll out of the way of it. As she landed on her feet, Knuckles sent yet another straight punch towards her face to try and capitalize on the miss.

This time, she simply caught his punch, wrapping an arm around his to stop his attack in it’s tracks. He gasped, but to his shock, he couldn’t quite pull his arm away as she had the leverage on him now. 

“I’m getting a little sick of seeing this fist flying towards me...” she mumbled. “You could hurt somebody with it, you realize that…? Hmhm… I think it’s for the best if I take that toy away from you for a little while...”

She quite embarrassingly led him around by the arm for a few steps, forcing him to circle around before making use of that momentum to flip him onto his back, keeping a grip on his wrist all the while. Rouge proceeded to wrap her legs around his arm as she went down the floor. Suddenly, Knuckles had found himself in a crossarmbreaker, his arm caught snugly between her thick, shapely, sensuous yet powerful thighs…

He kicked and squirmed vigorously but it didn’t help him as Rouge amped up the pressure. The back of his hand ended up in her womanly chest, with the seductive bat smiling as she felt it wiggle into her cleavage. “Oh by all means… go deeper!” she remarked, as she pulled his arm back even further, letting his bulky hand sink into her tits.

In spite of this, it didn’t exactly seem like Knuckles was enjoying himself as he was screaming from the pain. He was trying desperately to escape, but from that position a lot of the power and leverage had been stolen from him, and what he had left couldn’t possibly contend with the strength of her legs.

“Mmm… I’m not sure if you’re familiar, but now’s the point where you’re supposed to tap out. Yannow, give up? Or no, wait… submit!” she smirked. “Yes, that word is much better… submit to me, Knuckles. Or else...”

“FFFFUCK YOU!” he shouted. His stubborn fighter’s pride was far too strong to allow him to submit to a foe like her.

“Ahh, if you had just done that long ago we wouldn’t be in this mess right now...” she lamented. “But you loved your sexless, joyless life too much… and so instead you chose this pain. Oh well...”

With that, and one last mighty jerk, a loud crack rang through the building, echoing until Knuckles scream drowned it out. She’d taken that arm’s flexibility to the limit and then, just past it, breaking it.

Rouge stood up and lorded over him as he grabbed his arm and rolled around on the floor in agony, grunting and groaning. She bent over, giving him a view of her cleavage that some men would kill for as she mockingly gasped, “Oh wow, that looks like it really hurts! Poor Knuckles, are you okay…?”

His only response was an angered, pained growl as he struggled to pick himself up, only having one arm to use to push himself off the floor now. 

“Well, points for effort, but not for much else.” she shrugged. “Weren’t you supposed to be some sort of warrior or whatever…? You’re terrible at this!”

He obviously took offense to that as he aimed a punch at her with his one good arm. She easily caught that one, as now he was moving quite a bit slower than before. Shaking her head, she sighed, “That’s it… it’s time you learned your lesson.” 

She pulled his fist up above his head, just to get it out of the way, before launching her knee up into his stomach, her rock solid knee cap crashing hard against his softening gut. This doubled Knuckles over, and she proceeded grab him by his dreadlocks, pulling him in and forcing his face into her immaculate breasts. 

“Get comfy… you’ll be there a while.” she remarked, smirking at his muffled shouts as he could not escape from her overpoweringly large titties. Using them to help keep him upright, she powered knee lift after knee lift into his stomach, each one more devastating than the last… she showed great precision and technique, getting him with the very point of her knee every single time. 

By the time she was content, she’d gotten him with twenty knees to the gut, all in the exact same spot, leaving a noticeable bruise… she simply let him go and he slid down her body, his face brushing against her tits and then her taut stomach, even grazing her womanhood before going all the way down her lengthy, thick legs and finally to the floor. He of course was now clutching his pained stomach.

“You have fun with that…?” she asked, again bending down to mock and tease him, rubbing in how badly he’s being beaten. “I sure do hope so… you’re gonna be in a hospital bed for a while after I’m through with you, so I imagine it’ll be the last bit of fun you have for a while. Although who knows, maybe you’ll have a cute nurse~”

“Hate yooouuu...” he groaned into the floor as he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed thanks to the injured arm. 

“Ohhh, now that just hurts my feelings...” she mockingly whined, holding her chest as if she’d been stabbed in the heart. “Mmm, well now I have to get you back for that, you mean little man...”

She walked around to his side and with a slight running start, unleashed a brutal punt to his ribs, with enough force to flip him over onto his back. As he groaned, she leapt up in the air and came down hard, driving both knees right into the bruise she’d created, and judging by the high pitch of Knuckles’ scream, it was quite damaging.

“Hmph… such a hurtful thing to say.” she indignantly pouted as she shot up to her feet. “In fact, it was so hurtful, I think I may just have to renege on my promise from earlier… because now, I really feel like it…”

He was in too much pain to focus on what she was saying, and he was never too bright to begin with so her meaning didn’t really register… nor did he particularly notice when she bent down and spread his legs… but he sure did notice when she followed up with a wickedly powerful punt to the scrotum.

Now his scream was truly high pitched, and she couldn’t help but point and laugh openly at his misery. “Ohhh, now that made me feel better… hmhm, oh Knuckles, poor stupid, weak Knuckles… you’re always good for a laugh. Not good for much else… but definitely good for a laugh.”

The embarrassment was mounting and weighing heavy. He thought he was ready for her this time, but she’d gotten much more dangerous than he’d remembered… not to mention a lot more ruthless when it came to humiliating him. And the pain was intense, overwhelming and varied as every movement he made seemed to reignite an ache somewhere. His stubborn pride refused to give in, but on some level he had to know he was beat.

And if he didn’t know then, he was certainly about to learn with the next truly brutal maneuver that she had in store for him…

Targeting his groin again was really just an easy way to get him to take his hands away from his obliterated gut. Rouge went down on the floor and, before he could register what was going on, she had her deadly legs wrapped around his midsection, her thighs clamping down hard around his stomach. 

Knuckles immediately began howling and screaming in pain, his shouts of anguish filling the large, open room. Immediately he grabbed for her legs and tried to pry them off of him, but for as smooth and shapely as they were, they felt like granite in his beefy hands and wouldn’t budge. He pounded the floor with his mighty fists as hard as he could, squirmed as much as his pain-wracked body would allow, but nothing offered him any comfort. 

“Scream if you’re a total bitch.” Rouge remarked, as she tightened her already snug bodyscissor, swiftly getting his screams to rise a few more decibels. She chuckled to herself, feeling quite good about that one. 

Knuckles tried everything he could think of, which admittedly wasn’t much, as it was Knuckles we were talking about here after all. Still, he tried to push himself up off the floor to alleviate pressure, but it didn’t seem to do anything to stop the pain or loosen her hold. From there, he started desperately punching at her legs, but he could muster up no strength… his fists bounced off of her cushiony, yet muscular thighs.

He was hopeless. And Rouge just laughed in his face as his attempts to escape the hold became more and more feeble.

“One last chance, before the pain truly begins...” she warned. “Submit… submit to my legs. Tell me that I’m better than you. Tell me that I’m stronger than you, where it counts… tell me that I’m more skilled in every way, at every thing. Tell me how beautiful you think I am… admit to me that you can never stop staring at my tits, or my ass, or my legs, because I always see it. Admit to me that you dream about me at night and jack off your neglected cock to my image every single day…” 

As she continued her speech, she stared right into Knuckles’ eyes. He was frightened to find that, for once, there was no hint of humor or irony in her expression, she meant every single world she was telling him in that moment. “Admit that you love me and your stupid male pride is the only thing that ever kept you from saying it. Submit… submit, and I will make all the pain go away. Submit and live free of denial!”

He grit his teeth, hissing and groaning in sheer pain… for once, he was actually considering it… could the shame be worse than what he was already going through? Would it hurt more than the huge blow to his ego the fight had already been thus far? Was it worth it to hold onto that last shred of self-worth…?

A tear went down his cheek as he forced out of his mouth, “...Nnnoooooo… I-I won’t… s-submit...”

Rouge’s expression turned dark as she muttered. “To the bitter end, eh…? Fair enough… that is what I always liked about you, anyway...”

She pushed herself up off the ground to gain max leverage, whilst bearing down with her legs at full force. Knuckles swiftly felt for himself just how much she was holding back earlier, despite the horrific pain. He clutched at her legs and tried to pull but he couldn’t do a damn thing to even remotely dampen the pain.

His screams reached a new crescendo, and then… in the blink of an eye, they came to a wheezing stop, amidst the sound of a sickening crunch… his body lurched, and then froze, as little more than a shocked gasp escaped from his gaping, open mouth… his eyes glazed over with pain and regret.

Rouge had just snapped two of his ribs between her luscious thighs… the moment she felt it, she ceased all pressure. He felt her rock solid legs turn soft as she unclenched them, like some kind of transformation.

Wordlessly, the bat released him and stood up, looking down at her clearly defeated foe. Knuckles couldn’t even muster up the power to protect his injured ribs now… it wasn’t like there was anything he could do to make it better anyway, and what difference would more damage even make at that point?

She shook her head as she surveyed his body. “Pitiful… absolutely pitiful… to think I once thought we might have some sort of spark. What a naive girl I used to be… heheh, there’s nothing there under that neanderthal surface, is there? Just more neanderthal… can’t admit to your own feelings to save your life. Or, your bones anyway… you think that makes you tough? No, it makes you sad.”

Rouge took hold of her breasts and swayed them mightily, making sure he could see them, before doing the same with a hefty shake of her ass. “I mean, I throw all this at you and still you act oblivious… still, you pretend you don’t want it, after all this time. Honestly, Knuckles, do you even have a cock...?”

He was in no state to answer, and it’s not as though he’d have had some witty response to that anyway. 

“Well… if this is how you want it to end, so be it.” she sighed. “But I’m going to make sure this is final… a decisive enough beating that even a dumbass like you will realize how bad of an idea it is to ever cross me again.”

She sat down and took her time pulling off her boots and socks. Mockingly, she wriggled her toes right in front of Knuckles’ face. As she stood up, he groaned, “St-stop… just… stop it, R-Rouge...”

“Oh? Are you finally ready for this stupid game to be over…?” she asked, her ears perking up. “The second you submit, the second all the pain gets taken away from you, I promise you that… go on, say it!”

“Rouge… please… please stop...” he spat, tears forming. “Please… stop… stealing. Stop being… a thief. Ngh… you’re better… than that… atleast I… wish you were… so much… st-stop...”

She found her fists involuntarily clenching. “...I see. So that’s what your problem is. Okay… fair enough...”

For a moment, she tried to hold in her rage, but then she realized what she was about to do in the first place and knew that rage was perfect for it. Rearing her leg up, she proceeded to stomp down viciously on the huge, deepening bruise she’d created, the bottom of her bared foot slamming right into his injured ribs.

He began to scream again and would continue to scream for quite some time as she stomped all over his body, her foot slamming into his thighs, his shins, calves and ankles… then, up to his good arm, where she smashed his elbow, wrist, forearm, shoulder… each spot she targeted got several stomps. And then of course a particularly mean stomp was saved for his already broken arm, intentionally kicking right where the snap occured. 

Rouge showed no mercy and nothing but anger on her beautiful face as she reached down and joined hands with him. Yanking on his arms, she held up his upper body as she began to pepper it with yet more stomps, first bashing his chest and then, stomping maliciously onto his face, smashing his nose and blackening his eyes.

Still not done, she went back down to his lower body and of course stomped heavily on his battered groin, before simply taking a step forward with her opposite leg, momentarily putting all of her weight on his testicles before her other foot came down hard on his injured stomach. She raised that foot up and stomp down again and again, decimating his abdomen along with his manhood.

“Get up, slime.” she hissed, kneeling down and grabbing him under his arms before forcefully picking him up off the floor. She was blatantly the only thing keeping him ‘standing’ as his body was limply leaning against hers. She pinched his shoulders tightly to keep him in position as she buried her knee into his gut yet again, a full force shot.

She chuckled bitterly at his pathetic squeal. Rouge felt like she was beating her own past naivety out of her with every shot, as she continued, aiming a little lower and kneeing him in the testicles. He was crying openly, the pain and shame of the fight were all he had in the world in that moment. 

Not showing even a hint of sympathy or remorse, Rouge leapt into the air and, before he could even collapse to the ground, spun into an elegant roundhouse kick that damn near sent his head flying off of his body. He slumped to the floor in a heap. 

“Stupid boy, could’ve felt so good… but you chose all this. You’d rather feel all this pain then be with me!” she hissed, as she picked her leg up high off the floor, ready to truly decimate him. “Stupid, arrogant little man, I deserve better! Better than that, better than you! I-!”

“You do...” he grumbled.

She stopped short, placing her foot back on the floor. “What now…?”

His tears stained the floor, as he whimpered, “You do deserve better… because it’s… it’s true. I think about you all the damn time, even now. I imagine you c-coming into my life again and I… I touch myself. N-No, more than that, I… God, I just furiously masturbate until I’ve… cum over and over… n-not stopping until I pass out from exhaustion… I love you. I’ve always loved you, a-and yearned for you and… I just wasn’t happy enough with myself to admit it.”

She was shocked… she’d imagined for some time that she may hear a speech like that come from Knuckles’ mouth, but at that point she didn’t expect to hear any of it. Trying to protect her own feelings, she took a step back and argued, “You’re… just saying that so I won’t hurt you anymore.”

“No… no, it’s true...” he whimpered. “I wish… I could’ve said it earlier but… everything you are… conflicts with everything that I am… I never thought… it could work. I never thought you would want… someone like me. And I never thought that I should, should ever want someone like you… I’ve fought with my own feelings for… for so long, Rouge...”

She scoffed… and then began to laugh. She wiped her eye, fending off tears as they tried to come. “Well… it’s nice to hear you finally say that.”

“Do what you want… t-take the damn tiger or whatever it is… I’m done trying to stop you from doing a-anything you want to do...” he grumbled.

“Hah! That’s cute, pretending you have a say.” she cooed. “Obviously I was always going to take the Jade Jaguar the moment you gave up or passed out...”

She said that, but the truth is, in all the excitement, she’d nearly forgotten why she came there in the first place.

“Nngh… I guess I… ooff… m-missed my chance… with you… huh…?” Knuckles moaned, still in tears.

“Yeah.” Rouge flippantly replied. “...But… well, there’s nothing saying we can’t still have a little fun… hmhm… I did say I’d take all the pain away if you gave in, and I’m a woman of my word...”

The beaten, battered Knuckles was absolutely stunned to watch as Rouge pulled off what little of a top she had. Her breasts, already obviously huge, seemed to grow even larger and more full as the tightly-confining leather was stripped away. 

She stood over his utterly destroyed body… shaking her chests, and making her tits jiggle and dance for him, one last time. And even though he was hurting literally everywhere, with broken bones, useless limbs, black and blue balls and a truly destroyed midsection… finally, he allowed himself to enjoy it. At the sight, he openly smiled… and Rouge was quick to return it.

Gently she rested her soft ass on his ailing stomach. “Goodnight, sweet prince.” she whispered before leaning in and taking his face into her warm, welcoming bosom for a smother to end all smothers...