Thunder rumbles off in the distance after a flash of lighting lances across the sky. The pavement is slick and wet, cascades of rainwater pelt the sidewalks, buildings, everything that is exposed to the elements. Two exceedingly large, shark-like men, dressed in slightly ill-fitting but incredibly sharp suits stand in a back alley, unconcerned about the torrent of rain dousing them completely. They stand silent, unmoving, one could even be led to believe that they are statues if not for the fact that they shift every few seconds. Overhead, amidst a streak of lightning, a silhouette can be seen for just a second. The shapeless form perches in the darkness above the two goons, planning its next move. Having done their research, the thief knows the entirety of the perimeter and is easily able to maneuver their way in through an air vent, after a quick loosening of the bolts.
Once inside, away from the rain, the thief makes their way deeper into the lair. Despite the dampness of the leather, they don't make a sound. Dropping to the floor once they know that the hallway is clear, the thief quietly approaches a large door at the end. The prize is somewhere on the other side, and the guards will never know that they were even there! The thief tests the handle on the door, expecting it to be trapped. Satisfied, they pull out a small electronic device and set it against the doorjamb. A screen springs to life, the shape of a gem flashes bright orange, nearly red. A smile crosses their full lips, "It's gotta be close..." she whispers to herself.
The thief brandishes a lockpick, placing it into the keyhole. She starts to work on the lock, slowly getting the pins into place and finally with a quick twitch of her wrist, is able to get the door unlocked. Swinging inward, she is met with a glorious sight; gems, money, priceless works of art, it's all here. She drools a bit unconsciously, but shakes her head, knowing that she has a job to do and sets her eyes on the crown jewel, floating on a pedestal, covered with a glass display box. It was almost... too easy.
She quietly shuts the door behind her and looks about the room, noting the reflective surfaces. She was ready for anything and pulls a small aerosol can from her belt, spraying it in a sweeping motion, the spray revealed red beams of light all around the room, mere inches from her face. She sighs, also taking note of the slowly shifting surveillance cameras that have not tracked her yet. She presses a button on her belt and the black leather suit she is wearing becomes highly reflective. "Mama doesn't need to get her cardio in tonight, thanks fox." Her mature voice is like a well worn saxophone, dripping with honey.
The woman moves forward through the red beams, the reflective suit allowing her to pass through without even breaking the beams. It's as if she is completely invisible. The radar softly, but rapidly pings in her pocket and she smiles. Making use of a diamond ring, the thief scratches a perfect circle into the box and pops out the glass. The sapphire gem pulses with pure energy in front of her, "These jewels get sweeter every time I find one." Within her boots, her toes scrunch, she bites her lip and feels the thrill of arousal deep within herself. "There is something so utterly... erotic about these chaos emeralds." "Rouge... your comms are on..."
Rogue blinks for a moment, completely embarrassed and nervously laughs it off. "Ahem. Um... well..." "Let's just... get the emerald." Rouge stiffens up and nods, the Chaos Emerald touches her glove. A warm, electric sensation pulses through her body, causing her to nearly moan. She is able to barely stifle it when another call comes in on the comms, "We've gotta shake a leg here, I can't keep them busy all night!" Rouge nods "I've g-got it. I-I'm on my w-way." The woman rushes out of the room and back into the hall, greeted by the two walking slabs of meat from outside, rainwater flowing off of the brims of their hats.
"Seems like someone's bein' a sneaky cus 'round here" "Thought that the boss weren't ready fer your tricks?," the two sharks begin to take off their coats and hats, cracking knuckles as they do. Rouge stops and smirks "We -mm- figured that he'd be keeping better tabs on his t-toys, but i-f you boys think, y-you can take us on, beee my guest!" The goons laugh "Us?" they chuckle. One feels a tap on his backside and starts to turn around "Yeah. Us." A fist cracks the first goon under the jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground, the next punch lands on the cheek of the other. "Get it back home! I'll handle these guys!" For a brief moment, the entire scene plays out in front of Rouge, her lover and partner, Knuckles, showing off his usual bravado and raw power, if her eyes could become hearts, she would have gone gaga right here, but she is snapped out of it "Rouge! GO!" She nods and begins to run, not before giving a hoof kick to the laid out goon on the floor.
She leaps up into the air vent, taking a moment to stuff the gem down the front of her shirt, nestling itself between her rather voluptuous bosoms. She crawls through the vent, quickly as the heat in her chest begins to build up, she notices that the blue glow from within her suit is very visible. She begins to lose focus as she nears the exit, back outside to freedom. Suddenly, her heart starts to race and she feels her hand reaching down to the outline of her panties. Her need is growing more and more powerful. She tries to fight the urge off by crawling to the open duct, but suddenly succumbs to her urge, unzipping herself and bringing her hand down to her aching need. The calls from her team become faint as she works herself over, the power of the emerald coursing through her.
Rouge's own body begins to glow blue as she nears her climax. She sees herself as a powerful, dominant figure, ready to be worshipped, ready to be fully services. Somewhere from deep inside herself, two words percolate in her mind. Two powerful words that would activate all her desire and fully commission her as a being of power. Fingers submerge themselves deep into her womanhood as she moans out the word "C-chaos..." "Rouge! What are you doing?!" But its too late, Rouge's mind is completely won over by the lust. "CONTROL!"
A torrent of fluid explodes from her as blue light engulfs her body and everything goes dark.
Before you even open your eyes, you feel warm. You are lying on the comfiest bed that you have ever set yourself down upon. Pleasant floral scents and perfumes greet your nose as you take in your first breath of the morning. This all confuses you, but you are somewhat taken aback when you realize that you are not wearing any clothes. Your eyes open and you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom, lavishly decorated with pinks, purples, blues and reds. Jewelry, art, expensive looking furnishings smartly decorate the room. Whoever decorated this place knew what they were doing. The bed that you find yourself in is an enormous heart shaped bed that is covered with the finest linens you have ever felt.
Looking around the room, you attempt to find the owner and that's when you see...
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