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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Deep in the dark depths of forgotten ruins, lit by a ghostly green flame, a figure glides, spreading her shadow across the ground like a mammoth god. But when the shadow lands, it reveals only the form of Rouge the Bat, hands on her hips and smirking as her heels tap through the stone passageway.\n\n\"This is all too easy,\" the treasure hunter says, flicking her treasure scope down over her eye. Readings from the device point out some of the more interesting nooks and crevices the ruins offer, including an impressive mural hidden behind years of mossy growth.\n\nThe hunter leaps up and kicks the moss, ripping so much of the growth off and showing off the mural depicting this place's story. Tiny little Mobians of various kinds surround a jewel, worshiping it. She snickers when she sees this, tracing a gloved hand over the depiction. \"Oh yes, there you are, my Mammoth Malachite.\"\n\n\"Oi, what do you think you're doing over there!\"\n\nRouge whirls around, fluttering in place, crossing one leg over the other, tracing her fingers over her lips. \"Oh, I'm just admiring some ancient art. Is that so wrong? Relic, was it?\"\n\nA small blue Mobian is standing beneath her, dressed in an archaeologist's dig-site attire. Relic puffs her cheeks out and taps her foot. \"I see you remember me, and then you should also remember that the work that my work. I won't have a thief running around and making a mess of everything.\"\n\nRouge swoops down, stepping close to Relic, looming over the more petite woman, and smirking with a devilish glee. \"And what exactly are you going to do about it, hm? Sorry to say, but your little dig houses a jewel, and you know my mantra.\"\n\nNarrowing her eyes, the pika scowls. \"All the world's jewels are yours.\"\n\n\"Very good,\" Rouge says, patting Relic's head. \"And there's no way you'll be able to take the Mammoth Malachite from me.\"\n\nRelic steps away from Rouge, smacking the bat's hand aside. \"That's because that's just a legend. It's metaphorical. No such gem exists to turn someone into a god.\"\n\n\"I believe many singular gems will grant powers even beyond the chaos emerald can bring. The Warp Topaz, well, before it blew up, the Paradox Prism, wherever Shadow stashed that thing, and, of course, the Master Emerald.\"\n\n“You fundamentally misunderstand the nature of these artifacts. But what else can I expect from a bloody thief like you, wot?\"\n\nRouge flutters her eyes and her wings. \"Yes, well, complain all you want. I'll dig up the jewel while you're kicking around in the dirt.\"\n\n\"Bah, there's no way! I've been on this site for weeks.\"\n\n\"And yet, you don't give it the proper look-over,\" Rouge says, taking three steps away from Relic. \"This isn't just a mural. It's a marker. I've seen many like it.\n\n\"Pull the other one,\" Relic says, crossing her hands over her chest.\n\nRouge smirks and hops into the air. Gracefully, she loops and points her toe straight downward. Then, she spirals, disappearing in a tornado of pure speed, and drills into the ground before the mural.\n\nRelic gasps, rushes forward, and extends a hand. “No, you’ll damage so much of the history!\"\n\nHer boot hits a brick dislodged by Rouge's drilling, and the pika plummets into a darkened pit, tumbling and fumbling through the air, her screams echoing throughout the darkness.\n\nBut soon, Rouge swoops down and grabs her by the arms. The bat then drops her off on a platform much further down than where they previously were standing. She lands next to the archaeologist and gestures before them. \"And there we are!\"\n\nThe well-preserved chamber they stand within is massive. Many more murals fill the walls, depicting great battles of massive gods. In the center of the chamber is a kneeling colossus, its hands holding something in supplication, glowing a magical green.\n\n\"It's… It's incredible,\" Relic says, her eyes wide, falling to her knees. \"So much history. It could take a lifetime to decipher all of it.\"\n\n\"Good for you,\" says Rouge, lifting herself up and toward the proffered hands. \"Meanwhile, I have only one thing I'm interested in.\"\n\n\"Wait!\" Relic cries out.\n\n\"The only thing waiting,\" Rouge retorts as she flutters onto the palm, \"is my prize.\" She steps closer toward the center of those hands, and as she does, she is bathed in the green light of the stone. \"Oooh, it's quite interesting. So natural—not cut or polished like many of the others. Do you ever wonder why that is, Relic?\"\n\nRelic shouts from below, \"I am not discussing this with a thief! You'd better not touch that gemstone if you know what's good for you?\"\n\n\"Powerful or not,\" Rouge says, \"it's beautiful, and every beautiful jewel will be a part of my collection, sooner or later.\" With that, she swiped the thing, carrying it in both hands.\n\nThe warmth of the Mammoth Malachite tingles at her fingertips, but Rouge shrugs as she flies down from the platform and in front of Relic, carrying the thing under one arm. \"There, nothing strange at all. And you were so worried that something bad was going to happen.\"\n\nRelic sighs, adjusting her glasses. \"Maybe it wasn't, but still, I'm reporting you to the authorities.\"\n\nRouge titters at that. \"There's no way they'll be able to stop me. Now then, I'll bid you adi…\"\n\nRouge's heartbeat is so loud that it makes her freeze. Her whole body seizes up, and the gem's glow covers her. Another heartbeat hits her, and she falls to her knees. The malachite is landing on Relic's feet.\n\nThe bat falls to her knees, gripping her stomach and gritting her teeth. \"S…. Something's happening!\" Rouge gasps, a loud groan rising from her and echoing throughout the chamber.\n\nRelic the Pika stands transfixed at the doubled-over Rouge the Bat. The explorer and archaeologist step forward, reaching out to the jewel thief. \"Blimey! The jewel was trapped! Please hold on while I figure this out, right? If you can, tell me what you're feeling, hey?\"\n\nRouge grits her teeth, her wings spreading out. She grabs her stomach tight. \"It burns…\" she groans, grinding her molars together. \"I-it's like… like I'm pushing myself… to my limit-gaaah!\"\n\nShe falls forward, her butt up in the air, her tail pointing to the sky. Her boot tips grind against the ground as she pounds her head against the tiles.\n\n\"Hey, hey, careful, you! Don't want to hurt yourself!\" The Pika gasps, falling to her knees before Rouge. She grabs the bat by her head and lifts it. \"Just breathe alright. This could be a trap or…\"\n\n\"O… or?\" Rouge whines, gripping her sides. \"Gah… I… it's so tight!\"\n\nRelic stares at the murals depicting creatures of impossible size surrounding the jewel. She gulps and says. \"Well, you know how the chaos emeralds can draw out the latent power of male hedgehogs?\"\n\nRouge's response is quickly labored breathing, gripping tighter and tighter to her spandex.\n\n\"Well, it's possible that you've triggered such a transformation yourself. You could be achieving a form of the ancient warriors who worshiped that stone.\n\n\"Why does it hurt!?\" Rouge groans.\n\nRelic gulps, stepping up and approaching the wall. She places her hand upon it and sighs. \"Well, there's an old saying, and I'm sure it applies here—unfortunately for you.\n\nFighting through the burning, Rouge steps to one foot and pushes herself up. Standing is so much easier than before. She practically leaps up.\n\nWhen she lands, she stumbles, her legs so light yet feeling so tight. As she catches herself, she clutches at her chest plate, her heart rate speeding up. \"A-and what's that, smarty-pants?\"\n\nRelic turns to face Rouge, frowning when she responds. \"No pain… no gain.\"\n\nRouge arches her back, her wings spreading out, and the bat roars, her cry so deep and guttural that it reverberates through Relic's bones.\n\nThe first thing to show off the change is her shoulders. They bulge, and their definition increases. Then, her upper arms grow and spread, throbbing.\n\nHer gloves tighten around her hands, the fabric bursting at the seams.\n\nNext is her leggings. The spandex stretches to fit the increased size of her hips and waist, and ass. As her features grow and shift and bulge, the black disappears as more and more of her skin can be seen.\n\nRouge grabs her chest piece and flings it across the room as her fingers break out of the gloves.\n\nRelic yelps and ducks down, the plate burying deep into the chamber’s stone. \"I… Incredible,\" the archeologist says, running her hand through the clean cut of stone. \"Your power is… is legendary!\"\n\n\"M… make it stop!\" Rouge says, grabbing her tiny head with her now giant hands. Her chest loses fat as the muscle expands, making her pecs vast and monstrous, her very skin stretched over layers and layers of muscle.\n\nHer feet hurt so much, straining against the steel-toed boots. The bat curls up and grabs the shoe, ripping the fabric to shreds like tissue paper and letting her large feet escape and spread out.\n\nAs she stands there, hunched over, her clothes are nothing but tatters, and her breathing is ragged, her fingers twitching, her toes gripping so hard into the floor as to break holes in it.\n\n\"H… how do you feel? Like a powerful warrior?\" Relic says, wiping off her glasses. \"It should serve you right to try and steal a gem without doing your due diligence first.\"\n\nRouge shoots a nasty glare at the Pika, her snarl less-than-sapient.\n\nRelic shrinks down, tapping her fingers together. \"O… of course, I shouldn't be teasing you now. We should be worried about getting you back to normal.\n\nRouge stares up at the platform where the Mammoth Malachite rested. Her wings are so tiny now. They flutter uselessly. She then looks at her hand, balling it into a fist.\n\nSquatting down, Rouge then launches herself up, the jump so powerful as to create a crater where she stood.\n\nWhen she lands on the statue's hands, they crack. Each step she makes is another fracture in the ancient thing. Soon, she finds the malachite and picks it up. Now, it is so tiny that a small pebble is in her hand.\n\n\"Back to normal?\" Rouge asks, chuckling. She grips the malachite in her fist. \"I doubt it.\"\n\nThe birds sing outside the massive ruined structure, and the sun shines. And the ruins stand entirely and silent as they've ever been.\n\nBut that quiet doesn't last forever, as a rumbling fills the ground like a great and terrible quake, and the ruins of a once-great civilization crumble and collapse into dust. A mountain rises beneath the falling rocks and debris, but it's not a mountain of stone. It is a mountain of muscle, which is the essence of huge. The bat stands up, stepping out of the hole and into the forest around her, flexing her many muscles—many more than she ever had before.\n\nChuckling, she picks herself up and steps out into the water. \"What a remarkable transformation,\" she says, stretching and flexing. \"With this kind of power, nothing will stop me from getting any jewels I want!\"\n\n\"Ooh, I almost forgot.\" She kneels down and opens her hand.\n\nInside, quivering in fear is Relic. The pika squeaks and runs out into the woods.\n\n\"There you go,\" Rouge coos. \"You don't want to be with me for this next part,\" she smirks. \"Because I'm going after the greatest prize of all.\"\n\nAngel Island floats along its usual course across the planet, undisturbed as it has been, save for the evil scientist invasions—people building amusement parks, the invasion of multiple echidna techno-cults, and zombie-throwing demon aliens.\n\nOkay, so life on Angel Island isn't that peaceful. It's precisely because of that which makes Knuckles such a vigilant guardian. When he's not treasure hunting or going off on another adventure with his friends, he stands before the Master Emerald, his arms folded, staring into the distance in contemplation.\n\nAfter all, he is Knuckles and good at his job. He was good years ago when Eggman first tricked him, and he is good now that he's firmly in adulthood.\n\nThe guardian keeps to himself, listening and feeling. Today, the peace disappears as flocks and flocks of birds pass over the horizon and dive down, landing all over the place.\n\n\"What's going on!?\" He growls, stomping up to some of the birds. \"What are you doing on my island?\"\n\nBut no matter how much he yells at the birds, all they do is flutter and flap away, only to land somewhere else nearby.\n\nSomething must have disturbed them to get them off the land and onto his island. He snorts and turns toward the front. Cupping his sizeable gloved hand over his ear, he listens.\n\nIs that… a rumbling? Could there be an earthquake or a volcano in the island’s path? If so, he needs to know and do something about it. So, he takes a running start and glides, traversing all across Angel Island until he lands on the edge.\n\nWhen he finally lands, he steps back, blinking, his jaw slack.\n\nThe sound wasn't the rumbling of tremors from an earthquake or the grumbles of an angry planet—it was footsteps. Massive stomps from a body filled with muscle, towering like Zavok empowered by the chaos emeralds or the Titans of the Starfall Islands. But this was no alien threat or ancient machine—the almost comically small head resting on those mountainous shoulders is none other than Rouge the Bat!?\"\n\n\"In the miles and miles of flesh!\" the bat says, clucking and flexing. \"Do you like the new look, Red?\"\n\nHe holds up his fists, growling. \"I don't know what game you're playing or what you did to yourself, but you need to turn yourself around right now and let my island pass!\"\n\n\"Oh, you know I can't do that, cutie,\" ROuge says, fluttering her eyes and stretching. \"I'm using this new body to come to your island!\"\n\nHer steps are so massive that she is upon him in no time. Those gigantic hands grab at the edges of the mountain as she leans in, her smile wide and her mouth massive before him.\n\nWhat do you think you'll do against me, Tiny?\" She taunts, lifting one hand and reaching down for him.\n\nKnuckles leaps out of the way and glides onto her knuckle, running up her arm. \"Oh, I will protect my island and the Master Emerald!\"\n\n\"The Master Emerald will make an excellent ring or maybe a belly-button piercing now, don't you think?\"\n\nHe continues rushing up her arm, his hands ready to throw down, but Rouge lets go of the island and flicks at him.\n\nThe impact of the blow sends him flying off of her and across the island. He tumbles through Mushroom Hill and up the slopes of the ice cap, rolling into a massive snowball and down the mountain until he crashes into the base by the Master Emerald Shrine.\n\nRouge grabs the island's edge and lifts a leg, stepping onto it. Her weight is so great that she tilts the isle in her direction, like a precariously placed pool toy.\n\nAs the ground tilts, the birds squawk and screech, flying away.\n\nKnuckles digs his fists into the ground, climbing the nearly vertical ground now that the bat pushes herself entirely onto the island, climbing up the whole thing as if it were nothing but a small table and not the floating paradise that it is.\n\n\"Just hand me the emerald, Red, and you won't have to do anything else. I'll leave you alone, I promise! After all, once I have it, I'll have both the Master Emerald and the Mammoth Malachite!\"\n\nKnuckles blinks. \"Mammoth Malachite: I don't know what that is, but if it's anything like the Chaos Emeralds, then the Master Emerald is exactly what I need to counteract its power.\" He turns and begins climbing up the path toward the Master Emerald Shrine. All the while, Rouge reaches up, her hand threatening to grab it.\n\nKnuckles is onto her, leaping from the wall and gliding toward that outstretched hand, sending a swing against it.\n\nThe force of his attack sends her hand reeling back, and Rouge yelps, rubbing her palm. \"That hurt, you big bully!\"\n\n\"You're the one threatening my home!\" Knuckles shouts, flying back and colliding into the shrine. \"And no matter what—if you're gonna try to steal it, then I'm going to fight to defend it!\"\n\nHe places his palm upon the Master Emerald, closing his eyes. \"The Servers are the Seven Chaos…\"\n\nHe begins the prayer taught by his ancestors, feeling the power of the Master Emerald flowing through him. As he turns to direct the energy toward Rouge, something happens. There's a spark-it rushes through him and into his brain.\n\nWith great power, the Emerald's energy rushes through him, enveloping him in a bright green and shooting him off quickly. It strikes Rouge in the cheek, sending them tumbling off the island and into the large desert below!\n\nWhen Knuckles finally regains his senses, he pushes himself up on the sand, spitting some of it out.\n\nBefore him, Rouge picks herself up, rubbing her cheek. \"You're going to regret that.\" She growls.\n\nKnuckles lands before Rouge, his fists up, his whole body enveloped in the emerald aura of the stone he protected from her. \"Regret protecting my island? You've always been petty, Rouge, but this is terrible, even for you!\"\n\nRouge narrows her eyes, sitting on her knees. Considering her size, she lifts and slams a hand with incredible speed. \"Sorry, Red, but I'm still playing games. Are you just upset that I'm playing by your rules?\"\n\nRouge’s palm falls upon the ground, slapping flat against the dirt.\n\n\"Just enjoy your little nap. When you wake up, I'll have the emerald, not you, in the palm of my… huh?\"\n\nHer hand twitches and then lifts. A pinprick in the center sends pain shooting up from her.\n\nShe pushes her force against the feeling, her arm straining, her teeth gritted. \"Oh, no, you don't! I'm the big woman here! You bow to me, or you get flatten-aah!?\"\n\nKnuckles digs his feet into the ground, burrowing in from the force of his body pressing against the earth. His hands, however, are not idle. Instead, he punches her in a flurry with such speed that his battle cry echoes through the small cupped arena that her hand provides.\n\nWith a final, powered-up punch, he sends her hand flying back. The aura enveloping the echidna is larger and more vibrant than ever, and the burning emerald fury in his eyes is fiery.\n\nBut Rouge, despite blowing on the warmth on her palm, is undeterred. She turns her hand into a fist and pulls it back, sending it flying towards Knuckles.\n\nWhen Knuckles throws his fist toward her, he wishes upon the Master Emerald not Tikal's Prayer but his heartfelt desire. \"Grant me the power I need to protect you. To put her in her place and to make her see once and for all that stealing from me is a waste of her time!\n\nSo, when their hands clash again, he doesn't strike or knock her away this time. Instead, the seams of his gloves pop, his fingers wide and outstretching. His hand becomes so huge that he grabs her hand, holding it in place!\n\nRouge gasps, her eyes wide, trying to pull away from him, but Knuckles's strength is too much for her. She grits her teeth and pulls back, but the grip is too firm.\n\nKnuckles’ muscles bulge and tense, but they extend more than that. His biceps, triceps, and shoulders grow and expand. His pectorals emerge as vast fields of pure power, and his legs tone up.\n\nAnd he grows. He grows to match Rouge's size, and as he stands, he towers above her, squeezing her hand and twisting her arm.\n\nRouge cries but plants her feet on the ground, pushes herself up, and throws her other fist at Knuckles's face.\n\nIt's enough to strike him and to loosen his grip. He stumbles back, growling and shaking his head. \"Raagh! You don't know when to give up, do you?\"\n\nRouge leaps up, performing a broad, sweeping kick towards his head.\n\nKnuckles lifts his mountainous arms, blocking the strike, though there is so much more power in her legs that his heels dig into the ground, unearthing some treasures that were never seen before.\n\nBut neither the guardian nor the treasure hunter seem to care. Rouge leaps back, keeping a leg lifted, and stares him down with a smirk on her face.\n\n\"Now, this is interesting,\" she says, her voice booming through the island.\n\n\"What is?\" Knuckles said, a gruff growl rising over the mountains.\n\n\"These two jewels are so wonderful, so beautiful, as to grant us such equal power. They're simply magic, don't you think?\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter what it is or why the Master Emerald can do this. I’m only fighting you because you're trying to harm my island!\"\n\nHe sends a punch at her, the speed and power so intense that flames erupt from there.\n\nRouge dodges underneath it with a deft bend of her back, and then she leaps, continuing that spin, her heel slamming down towards Knuckles's face.\n\nBut Knuckles throws his other punch, parrying the attack and sending her flying back.\n\nRouge deftly spins, landing on the tips of her toes on the opposite side of the island.\n\n\"You've never felt such might before, have you?\" Rouge says, stretching her large, muscle-bound body on full display.\n\nKnuckles frowns, lowering his fists. \"No, I haven't,\" he grunts. \"And I never wish to. This isn't a game, Rouge.\"\n\n\"But you're having fun, aren't you?\" she says, placing her fingertips on her lips.\n\nKnuckles growls, pounding his fists together. The shockwaves rustle the palms on the beach.\n\n\"Admit it, Red, there's something deep within you that yearns to go all out.\"\n\n\"All I yearn for,\" he snorts, \"Is to beat some sense into you!\"\n\nWith that, he stomps forward, throwing punch after punch after punch.\n\nRouge dodges deftly, and her stamina has improved beyond anything she had noted before. It's an incredible sensation, every fiber of her being at peak efficiency, allowing her to dodge each strike with such care as not to waste any minute of movement.\n\nShe retaliates, lifting her leg with a tall kick, blocking the attack, and kicking downward to send Knuckles to his knees.\n\nThis new downed position gives Knuckles a different perspective of the giant bat. He had never thought about facing someone many times his size, but now that they are both giants and now that he is on his knees, he realizes for the first time that the two of them are both fully naked.\n\nAnd with that realization comes a bright red blush over his cheeks when he's eye-level to the bat's enormous womanhood.\n\nRouge stands above Knuckles, watching him with his eyes transfixed upon her. Smirking, she places her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest. \"Take a picture, Red. It'll last longer.\"\n\nKnuckles blinks and snarls, hopping to his feet. The two titans stand at eye-level with one another, but Knuckles keeps his fists ready for a fight. \"That's not fair. You know, at this height, I can't possibly operate a camera!\"\n\nRouge rolls her eyes and steps around him, her footsteps thundering through the floating island. \"Oh, you sweet, sweet boy. Even when you're a mountain of muscle, you're still the same gullible fool you've always been.\"\n\n\"Perhaps my readiness to trust people is stronger than you think,\" Knuckles says. \"Now, then, I have matched your size. I implore you to leave the island before I make you leave.\"\n\nRouge stops, her wings fluttering. She turns to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. \"Oh yeah, and how will you make me leave?\"\n\n\"Like this!\" Knuckles says, rushing forward, hammering through the ground. He then dives forward, tackling toward Rouge.\n\nThe impressive speed of the mountainous echidna was unexpected for the bat, who fought to unfurl her hands and grab onto his shoulders. Her heels dig into the ground, tearing up the dirt where they go, but Knuckles's mad dash for the edge of the island continues.\n\nFinally getting a hold of Knuckles, Rouge then lifts her elbow and slams it down onto his back, between his shoulder blades, once, twice, and three times, finding her ankles falling out of the divots she creates and her body lifting toward the edge.\n\nThat final hit knocks the echidna warrior down, but not before the treasure hunter finds herself teetering on the edge, her arms flailing and her wings flapping about in a comical display.\n\nKnuckles growls and pushes himself up, swinging his fist forward, clocking Rouge on the jaw and sending her backward.\n\nEven though Rouge flips in the air, this allows her to clamp her ankles around Knuckles's head. She continues her flip, throwing him with a great and mighty swing off the edge and plummeting toward the ground below.\n\nBut Knuckles isn't one to give up so easily. He grips her calves, squeezing her tight and yanking, sending her finally to fall with him.\n\nGroping for the ground, Rouge's fingers find the corner of Angel Island, and she grips hard, her fingers burying deep into the dirt.\n\nThe island teeters once more, tilting toward the two towering combatants. Plants and ruins and assorted robot parts tumble about and off the edge, splattering over the two faces of the \ngiant fighters. Knuckles keeps his grip hard on her, and he pulls up, climbing her.\n\"Let go!\" he growls. \"Or I shall be forced to take drastic action!\"\n\n\"You wouldn't dare to be drastic!\" Rouge taunts him. \"You're too much of a gentleman to-yaaah!\"\n\nThat's when Knuckles lets go of one leg and sends a swift punch to Rouge's unprotected side.\n\nSo unused to such a magnificent momentous swing hitting her uncovered form, Rouge yelps, wrenching the earth in her grasp, tearing the chunk off the island.\n\nTwo towering bodies fall from the great, impressive monument of mysticism. The island flings back, wavering and returning to its normal course even as the two fall, fall, fall, crashing into the ground below. Knuckles crashes into the ground, leaving an Echidna-shaped crater in the earth. Following him is Rouge, who lands atop him, turning as she falls, her chest square against his.\n\nThe dust takes a while to settle, and the two fighters lie there momentarily, recovering from their situation.\n\nKnuckles is the first to revive, wrapping his arms around Rouge and squeezing her tight. \"If I have to hold you here forever, I will, woman!\" He snarls. \"You've done too much damage to my home already!\"\n\nRouge groans, stirring, her massive tits squished and rubbing over his impressive chest.\n\nThe slight stirring, the twitch of muscle, the warmth of her body, enough to cause something to stir—something hard, long, and throbbing.\n\nRouge's eyes flitter open, and she stares down at Knuckles. She stares wide-eyed at him as well. Then, upon realizing her situation, she spreads her legs ever-so-slightly, that cock flopping in between her thunder thighs right before she clamps her legs around that meat.\n\n\"Well, well, well, Red? Who knew you found this so alluring?\" She laughs. \"What is it, hm? Is it the naked bodies? The pure power?\"\n\nKnuckles growls, squeezing her tighter, rolling her over, bringing himself along as he pins her down. \"Don't you dare try to trick me!\" he snarls.\n\nRouge's arms flop down to either side of her. She stares up at him with a fluttering yes. \"Who says anything about tricking you, hm? I never felt so good about my body before,\" she says, moving a hand down, stroking it over her tummy, \"and I'm sure you feel the same.\"\n\nKnuckles grits his teeth. \"You're trying to trick me! To make me lower my guard so that when I am spent, you will go and steal my emerald!\"\n\nShe giggles, rocking her legs. \"Oh, is that right?\" she says. \"Or am I genuinely interested in rolling in the mountains with another muscle god?\"\n\nKnuckles's dreads bristle at that comment. \"Don't you tempt me, woman!\" he says, pulling back his fist and throwing it toward her. \"I'll knock the power of that stone out of you!\"\n\nShe squeezes his cock between her thighs, smirking.\n\nKnuckles yowls, his punch hitting just beside her head, the ground swallowing his fist.\n\n\"So, Red,\" she says, \"you're hot for a fuck that's also a fight, aren't you?\"\n\nKnuckles, lying underneath of Rouge, growls. \"You want to rile me up, don't you?\" he asks. Again, this is all a game to you!\"\n\n\"Is it now? Guess you'll have to find out!\" The bat teases, squeezing his massive member between her titanic thighs. \"Come on, I know you can throw me off, and I know you wanna shove that big fat cock inside me when we're huge like this!\"\n\nKnuckles grabs Rouge's shoulders, hefting her with a great shove, throwing her back to crash along the shore of a lake. To the two of them, it is a mere puddle she lies on, but despite being thrown, she doesn't let go of her grip on his cock.\n\nSitting on top of her, stuck to her, Knuckles throws a fist forward, seeking to smack her right in the face.\n\nBut Rouge grabs him by the wrist, and she wrenches him down on top of her, pressing his chest to her tits. Smirking and snickering, she pushes up, pressing her mouth to his.\n\nKnuckles's dreads stick out, and his eyes widen, but he throws another punch, this time at Rouge's exposed side. It digs into her muscled form, pushing further than before.\n\nRouge's legs let go of Knuckles's cock as her body bends to one side in the impact of the punch. This allows Knuckles to press his palm upon her abs and push himself up, his long length pulled free and tall.\n\nHe lifts into the air, his knees falling and going for another slam against her! \"I'll teach you not to mess with me, you thief!\"\n\nRouge rolls back, lifting her legs under Knuckles, planting her heels deep into his abs.\n\nKnuckles doubles over, spit flying out of his maw before Rouge thrusts forward, sending him flying until he collapses against a copse, sending birds flying and leaves blowing.\n\nThe two fighters lie on the ground, taking in their breaths and feeling the bruises on their bodies, but they soon lift themselves off. Water rolls down Rouge's back as she stands and rolls her shoulders. Knuckles brushes off branches and dirt from him, his dreads bristling.\n\n\"So, you want more of a fight, do you?\" Rouge says. \"Good thing I love going a few rounds with you occasionally. Plus, you're eager to see how much power you have now, right?\"\n\nKnuckles narrows his eyes, lifting his fists in a ready posture. \"This is irresponsible.\"\n\n\"But I'm not wrong, am I?\"\n\nKnuckles rushes forward, throwing a punch toward Rouge. Still, she dodges out of the way with perfect control of her muscles, lifting a leg to kick him at the chin, but Knuckles pulls back, her foot barely missing his snout.\n\nIn the position she's in for the moment, she's exposed, her pussy on full display. Knuckles glances downward, seeing it and blushing.\n\nRouge smirked, throwing her heel down towards Knuckles's head, but he grabbed her in both arms, holding her leg in the air, pressed against his chest and resting over his shoulder.\n\n\"Well, well, well, look at where we are now,\" Rouge teases. \"What are you going to do to me now, huh? Wrench me to a pin?\"\n\nKnuckles growls. \"Fine, I'll play your stupid little game!\" he says, gripping her leg in a bear hug and thrusting his hips forward.\n\nHis cock presses against Rouge's slit, shoving forward and entering into her.\n\nThe bat throws her head back, gasping, \"Oh fuck… it's so… it's so fucking big!\"\n\n“How’s a… woman like you… so tight!?\" Knuckles grunts, his brow furrowed, gripping her leg harder. He slips slightly but grips her again, her calf rubbing against his expansive chest.\n\nRouge's weight brings the two of them down, Knuckles falling to his knee and Rouge landing on her shoulder, lying on her side, her elbow propping herself up.\n\n\"C-come on, Big Red,\" Rouge says, growling. \"Maybe if you fuck me hard enough, I\" ll lose all my power, then you can continue being the big man on the aahah!\"\n\nKnuckles takes a moment to orient himself, moving one hand down to adjust his cock to make sure it's perfectly in place. Then he thrusts forward, his rod penetrating deep into Rouge's tight folds. He closes his eyes, leaning forward, grunting as he thrusts, plowing into her deeper and deeper with each thrust.\n\nRouge breathes heavily, nodding. \"Y-yeah, that's… that's it…\" she groans, gripping the ground, biting her lip, nodding. But she isn't a passive participant. With such total control of her body, her inner walls flex and fluctuate, massaging that cock as it buries itself into her. She focuses hard. Her gasps past her lips get louder and louder as she milks his cock hard.\n\nMeanwhile, Knuckles grips her leg hard and thrusts harder and harder, each thrust he makes accompanied by a loud and roaring grunt. He leans forward, thrusting hard, so hard that soon, there's too much power in his movements that Rouge shifts along the ground, digging up mounds of earth as her breasts bounce.\n\nShe throws her head back, crying out to the sky. Their roars of delight cross the countryside, alerting many people from so far away who wonder what is happening.\n\nAs Knuckles pushes himself deeper against Rouge, he leans harder, making her leg back. Her flexibility is impressive despite the thick size of her muscles. It lets him bend her back and get her right up to her face, pressing nose-to-nose.\n\nRouge's eyes flutter open as she looks up at Knuckles, her mouth opening as she pants and moans. Knuckles also looks down at her, his nose rubbing against her.\n\n\"Wh… what you going… to do…?\" She asks between Knuckles's thrusting.\n\nKnuckles, staring down at Rouge, parts his lips, and then, without thinking anything else, he presses his mouth to hers, his tongue, his mouth muscle, taking control of her mouth,\n\nAnd soon, the wrestling is now within themselves as she milks his cock, and he dominates her mouth.\n\nMeanwhile, Relic the Pika peeks out from the ruins, pulling out her scanner and frowning. \"There's too much energy!\" She gasps. \"If Rouge doesn't expel it soon, who knows what might happen!\"\n\nWith that, she hops onto her hoverbike extreme gear and rushes off to warn her—before it's too late!\"\n\nTwo magnificent bodies writhe around on the ground, their forms crashing and rumbling through the mountains and valleys. The rivers are their beds, and the hills are their pillows, for these two titanic competitive lovers with nothing that can get in their way.\n\nKnuckles's tongue fills up Rouge's mouth, and the lady underneath him rolls her eyes back, her breasts rubbing up against his broad and powerfully pectoral chest. Nipples brush at his body, stimulating him with their stiffness, but the most important and active part of their dance is what goes on between their legs.\n\nEach thrust from the echidna sends thunderclaps through the locale. They make a dull thud, enough to send leaves waving and animals rushing away.\n\nMeanwhile, the archaeologist Relic the Pika arrives on her extreme gear bike, stopping and staring at the sight. \"Blimey…\" She wheezes. \"It's a regular godly bang, innit?\" She gulps, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing her forehead. She then takes out her phone, capturing both of them on video. \"Professor Victoria would call me a proper liar if I didn't get evidence of this. And cor, won't Pickle flip his wig!?\"\n\nKnuckles's eye glances across the field, stopping at the sight of the tiny Mobian beneath her. He pushes himself free from Rouge, leaving the bat's tongue to pull out and dangle upon her lips. He sits up, gripping the thief's sturdy glutes, stepping up and lifting until she lies on the ground only on her shoulders, her hips high in the air, the altitude breeze making her lower body shudder.\n\n\"This is what happens when you try to steal the Master Emerald from me!\" He proclaims. \"One way or another, you'll be fucked!\" He laughs, a hearty, chest-focused laugh, and then he grabs onto Rouge's ass with both hands, and he thrusts hard and heavily into her.\n\nRouge screams into the sky as his cock plows deep into her.\n\n\"You were, nnf, boasting, ha, earlier, nngh, about the power of your Mammoth Malacite!\" Knuckles taunts, thrusting into her with that sustained intensity. Now that he sits up, the claps and plaps thunder and crack much faster and louder. \"But maybe you didn't realize the Master Emerald was superior!\"\n\nKnuckle's substantial fat cock slams into her, building her stomach, making a mound that shows off to the video larger than any porn vid ever posted online. She thrashes about, her legs wrapping around Knuckles's body for some form of stability. “Aaah, nnngh, gaaah!”\n\n\"Or maybe yet…\" Knuckles continues, leaning in over her again, continuing to fuck her brains out with his unceasing movements. \"You've always wanted me to do this? You've been trying to fuck me this whole time, not fuck with me?\"\n\nRouge opens one eye, her mouth agape, unable to say anything, but her glance at him shows recognition and confusion.\n\nKnuckles points to his forehead, smirking. \"The brain's a muscle too, ya know. I guess it's getting a workout as well! Speaking of workouts…\"\n\nIt's at that thought that Knuckles picks up the pace, plowing into her; the sloshing of their pussy juice-infused plapping leaves a torrent of fluids falling from between them.\n\nRouge screams, her head grinding against the ground, her hips pushed as far as they can go, her tongue out, tears and drool, and pussy juice and sweat leaking out from her as he rides her hard.\n\nThe echidna places a palm on her stomach and pushes her down, keeping her from writhing too much as he continues his relentless pounding. He grunts and grumbles as he keeps it up, his brow furrowed, his focus falling.\n\nRouge sees this, and there's a ghost of a smile through her gaping mouth. She grips the ground, rocking against him, her walls tight against his relentless cock.\n\nHe grunts, his nostrils flaring, feeling that tightening around his member. He fights hard to keep up his pace,e pounding against her vice-like grip and continuing to batter her innermost depths. \"You can't, nnff, stop me now, R-Rouge!\"\n\nRouge licks her lips, gasping, nodding, rocking against him as much as her body would allow. \"Go ahead then…\" she gasps. \"Finish me!\"\n\nKnuckles squints his eyes shut, his rutting less of a concentrated effort and more of a wild rocking. He is like a man having his first fuck—untrained, ungraceful, and unprepared.\n\nHe's unprepared for her to reach her orgasm. He's unprepared for her shuddering and tensing up further than before. He's unprepared for how it makes him shoot and release deep into her, sending a rush through his mind, weakening his body, giving him the lack of an edge.\n\nBut Rouge is prepared. Through her elation at orgasm, She tightens her grip around Knuckles's waist, and with her massive leg muscles, she lifts him up. No post-nut clarity is enough to stop that lifting. It's not enough to prevent him from crashing head-first into the nearby mountain, nor sufficient to keep her from letting go and flipping, standing tall, wiping off her forehead.\n\n\"Well, well, well, red,\" she coos, fanning off her face. \"You have such vigor in you, but you forgot to remember something,\" she says, pointing to her forehead. \"Your brain may have grown stronger, but so has mine.\" She chuckles at that, stepping forward. She stomps on the echidna's exposed back, hands on her hips. \"Now that I've got you where I want you, I will finish this and take my emerald. Hope you're ready to lose, big boy.\"\n\nRelic stares in disbelief at the two. The archeologist falls to her knees. There’s no way either of these two behemoths could stop. Is this how the world ends, as the playground for two horny muscle gods?", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Deep in the dark depths of forgotten ruins, lit by a ghostly green flame, a figure glides, spreading her shadow across the ground like a mammoth god. But when the shadow lands, it reveals only the form of Rouge the Bat, hands on her hips and smirking as her heels tap through the stone passageway.

"This is all too easy," the treasure hunter says, flicking her treasure scope down over her eye. Readings from the device point out some of the more interesting nooks and crevices the ruins offer, including an impressive mural hidden behind years of mossy growth.

The hunter leaps up and kicks the moss, ripping so much of the growth off and showing off the mural depicting this place's story. Tiny little Mobians of various kinds surround a jewel, worshiping it. She snickers when she sees this, tracing a gloved hand over the depiction. "Oh yes, there you are, my Mammoth Malachite."

"Oi, what do you think you're doing over there!"

Rouge whirls around, fluttering in place, crossing one leg over the other, tracing her fingers over her lips. "Oh, I'm just admiring some ancient art. Is that so wrong? Relic, was it?"

A small blue Mobian is standing beneath her, dressed in an archaeologist's dig-site attire. Relic puffs her cheeks out and taps her foot. "I see you remember me, and then you should also remember that the work that my work. I won't have a thief running around and making a mess of everything."

Rouge swoops down, stepping close to Relic, looming over the more petite woman, and smirking with a devilish glee. "And what exactly are you going to do about it, hm? Sorry to say, but your little dig houses a jewel, and you know my mantra."

Narrowing her eyes, the pika scowls. "All the world's jewels are yours."

"Very good," Rouge says, patting Relic's head. "And there's no way you'll be able to take the Mammoth Malachite from me."

Relic steps away from Rouge, smacking the bat's hand aside. "That's because that's just a legend. It's metaphorical. No such gem exists to turn someone into a god."

"I believe many singular gems will grant powers even beyond the chaos emerald can bring. The Warp Topaz, well, before it blew up, the Paradox Prism, wherever Shadow stashed that thing, and, of course, the Master Emerald."

“You fundamentally misunderstand the nature of these artifacts. But what else can I expect from a bloody thief like you, wot?"

Rouge flutters her eyes and her wings. "Yes, well, complain all you want. I'll dig up the jewel while you're kicking around in the dirt."

"Bah, there's no way! I've been on this site for weeks."

"And yet, you don't give it the proper look-over," Rouge says, taking three steps away from Relic. "This isn't just a mural. It's a marker. I've seen many like it.

"Pull the other one," Relic says, crossing her hands over her chest.

Rouge smirks and hops into the air. Gracefully, she loops and points her toe straight downward. Then, she spirals, disappearing in a tornado of pure speed, and drills into the ground before the mural.

Relic gasps, rushes forward, and extends a hand. “No, you’ll damage so much of the history!"

Her boot hits a brick dislodged by Rouge's drilling, and the pika plummets into a darkened pit, tumbling and fumbling through the air, her screams echoing throughout the darkness.

But soon, Rouge swoops down and grabs her by the arms. The bat then drops her off on a platform much further down than where they previously were standing. She lands next to the archaeologist and gestures before them. "And there we are!"

The well-preserved chamber they stand within is massive. Many more murals fill the walls, depicting great battles of massive gods. In the center of the chamber is a kneeling colossus, its hands holding something in supplication, glowing a magical green.

"It's… It's incredible," Relic says, her eyes wide, falling to her knees. "So much history. It could take a lifetime to decipher all of it."

"Good for you," says Rouge, lifting herself up and toward the proffered hands. "Meanwhile, I have only one thing I'm interested in."

"Wait!" Relic cries out.

"The only thing waiting," Rouge retorts as she flutters onto the palm, "is my prize." She steps closer toward the center of those hands, and as she does, she is bathed in the green light of the stone. "Oooh, it's quite interesting. So natural—not cut or polished like many of the others. Do you ever wonder why that is, Relic?"

Relic shouts from below, "I am not discussing this with a thief! You'd better not touch that gemstone if you know what's good for you?"

"Powerful or not," Rouge says, "it's beautiful, and every beautiful jewel will be a part of my collection, sooner or later." With that, she swiped the thing, carrying it in both hands.

The warmth of the Mammoth Malachite tingles at her fingertips, but Rouge shrugs as she flies down from the platform and in front of Relic, carrying the thing under one arm. "There, nothing strange at all. And you were so worried that something bad was going to happen."

Relic sighs, adjusting her glasses. "Maybe it wasn't, but still, I'm reporting you to the authorities."

Rouge titters at that. "There's no way they'll be able to stop me. Now then, I'll bid you adi…"

Rouge's heartbeat is so loud that it makes her freeze. Her whole body seizes up, and the gem's glow covers her. Another heartbeat hits her, and she falls to her knees. The malachite is landing on Relic's feet.

The bat falls to her knees, gripping her stomach and gritting her teeth. "S…. Something's happening!" Rouge gasps, a loud groan rising from her and echoing throughout the chamber.

Relic the Pika stands transfixed at the doubled-over Rouge the Bat. The explorer and archaeologist step forward, reaching out to the jewel thief. "Blimey! The jewel was trapped! Please hold on while I figure this out, right? If you can, tell me what you're feeling, hey?"

Rouge grits her teeth, her wings spreading out. She grabs her stomach tight. "It burns…" she groans, grinding her molars together. "I-it's like… like I'm pushing myself… to my limit-gaaah!"

She falls forward, her butt up in the air, her tail pointing to the sky. Her boot tips grind against the ground as she pounds her head against the tiles.

"Hey, hey, careful, you! Don't want to hurt yourself!" The Pika gasps, falling to her knees before Rouge. She grabs the bat by her head and lifts it. "Just breathe alright. This could be a trap or…"

"O… or?" Rouge whines, gripping her sides. "Gah… I… it's so tight!"

Relic stares at the murals depicting creatures of impossible size surrounding the jewel. She gulps and says. "Well, you know how the chaos emeralds can draw out the latent power of male hedgehogs?"

Rouge's response is quickly labored breathing, gripping tighter and tighter to her spandex.

"Well, it's possible that you've triggered such a transformation yourself. You could be achieving a form of the ancient warriors who worshiped that stone.

"Why does it hurt!?" Rouge groans.

Relic gulps, stepping up and approaching the wall. She places her hand upon it and sighs. "Well, there's an old saying, and I'm sure it applies here—unfortunately for you.

Fighting through the burning, Rouge steps to one foot and pushes herself up. Standing is so much easier than before. She practically leaps up.

When she lands, she stumbles, her legs so light yet feeling so tight. As she catches herself, she clutches at her chest plate, her heart rate speeding up. "A-and what's that, smarty-pants?"

Relic turns to face Rouge, frowning when she responds. "No pain… no gain."

Rouge arches her back, her wings spreading out, and the bat roars, her cry so deep and guttural that it reverberates through Relic's bones.

The first thing to show off the change is her shoulders. They bulge, and their definition increases. Then, her upper arms grow and spread, throbbing.

Her gloves tighten around her hands, the fabric bursting at the seams.

Next is her leggings. The spandex stretches to fit the increased size of her hips and waist, and ass. As her features grow and shift and bulge, the black disappears as more and more of her skin can be seen.

Rouge grabs her chest piece and flings it across the room as her fingers break out of the gloves.

Relic yelps and ducks down, the plate burying deep into the chamber’s stone. "I… Incredible," the archeologist says, running her hand through the clean cut of stone. "Your power is… is legendary!"

"M… make it stop!" Rouge says, grabbing her tiny head with her now giant hands. Her chest loses fat as the muscle expands, making her pecs vast and monstrous, her very skin stretched over layers and layers of muscle.

Her feet hurt so much, straining against the steel-toed boots. The bat curls up and grabs the shoe, ripping the fabric to shreds like tissue paper and letting her large feet escape and spread out.

As she stands there, hunched over, her clothes are nothing but tatters, and her breathing is ragged, her fingers twitching, her toes gripping so hard into the floor as to break holes in it.

"H… how do you feel? Like a powerful warrior?" Relic says, wiping off her glasses. "It should serve you right to try and steal a gem without doing your due diligence first."

Rouge shoots a nasty glare at the Pika, her snarl less-than-sapient.

Relic shrinks down, tapping her fingers together. "O… of course, I shouldn't be teasing you now. We should be worried about getting you back to normal.

Rouge stares up at the platform where the Mammoth Malachite rested. Her wings are so tiny now. They flutter uselessly. She then looks at her hand, balling it into a fist.

Squatting down, Rouge then launches herself up, the jump so powerful as to create a crater where she stood.

When she lands on the statue's hands, they crack. Each step she makes is another fracture in the ancient thing. Soon, she finds the malachite and picks it up. Now, it is so tiny that a small pebble is in her hand.

"Back to normal?" Rouge asks, chuckling. She grips the malachite in her fist. "I doubt it."

The birds sing outside the massive ruined structure, and the sun shines. And the ruins stand entirely and silent as they've ever been.

But that quiet doesn't last forever, as a rumbling fills the ground like a great and terrible quake, and the ruins of a once-great civilization crumble and collapse into dust. A mountain rises beneath the falling rocks and debris, but it's not a mountain of stone. It is a mountain of muscle, which is the essence of huge. The bat stands up, stepping out of the hole and into the forest around her, flexing her many muscles—many more than she ever had before.

Chuckling, she picks herself up and steps out into the water. "What a remarkable transformation," she says, stretching and flexing. "With this kind of power, nothing will stop me from getting any jewels I want!"

"Ooh, I almost forgot." She kneels down and opens her hand.

Inside, quivering in fear is Relic. The pika squeaks and runs out into the woods.

"There you go," Rouge coos. "You don't want to be with me for this next part," she smirks. "Because I'm going after the greatest prize of all."

Angel Island floats along its usual course across the planet, undisturbed as it has been, save for the evil scientist invasions—people building amusement parks, the invasion of multiple echidna techno-cults, and zombie-throwing demon aliens.

Okay, so life on Angel Island isn't that peaceful. It's precisely because of that which makes Knuckles such a vigilant guardian. When he's not treasure hunting or going off on another adventure with his friends, he stands before the Master Emerald, his arms folded, staring into the distance in contemplation.

After all, he is Knuckles and good at his job. He was good years ago when Eggman first tricked him, and he is good now that he's firmly in adulthood.

The guardian keeps to himself, listening and feeling. Today, the peace disappears as flocks and flocks of birds pass over the horizon and dive down, landing all over the place.

"What's going on!?" He growls, stomping up to some of the birds. "What are you doing on my island?"

But no matter how much he yells at the birds, all they do is flutter and flap away, only to land somewhere else nearby.

Something must have disturbed them to get them off the land and onto his island. He snorts and turns toward the front. Cupping his sizeable gloved hand over his ear, he listens.

Is that… a rumbling? Could there be an earthquake or a volcano in the island’s path? If so, he needs to know and do something about it. So, he takes a running start and glides, traversing all across Angel Island until he lands on the edge.

When he finally lands, he steps back, blinking, his jaw slack.

The sound wasn't the rumbling of tremors from an earthquake or the grumbles of an angry planet—it was footsteps. Massive stomps from a body filled with muscle, towering like Zavok empowered by the chaos emeralds or the Titans of the Starfall Islands. But this was no alien threat or ancient machine—the almost comically small head resting on those mountainous shoulders is none other than Rouge the Bat!?"

"In the miles and miles of flesh!" the bat says, clucking and flexing. "Do you like the new look, Red?"

He holds up his fists, growling. "I don't know what game you're playing or what you did to yourself, but you need to turn yourself around right now and let my island pass!"

"Oh, you know I can't do that, cutie," ROuge says, fluttering her eyes and stretching. "I'm using this new body to come to your island!"

Her steps are so massive that she is upon him in no time. Those gigantic hands grab at the edges of the mountain as she leans in, her smile wide and her mouth massive before him.

What do you think you'll do against me, Tiny?" She taunts, lifting one hand and reaching down for him.

Knuckles leaps out of the way and glides onto her knuckle, running up her arm. "Oh, I will protect my island and the Master Emerald!"

"The Master Emerald will make an excellent ring or maybe a belly-button piercing now, don't you think?"

He continues rushing up her arm, his hands ready to throw down, but Rouge lets go of the island and flicks at him.

The impact of the blow sends him flying off of her and across the island. He tumbles through Mushroom Hill and up the slopes of the ice cap, rolling into a massive snowball and down the mountain until he crashes into the base by the Master Emerald Shrine.

Rouge grabs the island's edge and lifts a leg, stepping onto it. Her weight is so great that she tilts the isle in her direction, like a precariously placed pool toy.

As the ground tilts, the birds squawk and screech,  flying away.

Knuckles digs his fists into the ground, climbing the nearly vertical ground now that the bat pushes herself entirely onto the island, climbing up the whole thing as if it were nothing but a small table and not the floating paradise that it is.

"Just hand me the emerald, Red, and you won't have to do anything else. I'll leave you alone, I promise! After all, once I have it, I'll have both the Master Emerald and the Mammoth Malachite!"

Knuckles blinks. "Mammoth Malachite: I don't know what that is, but if it's anything like the Chaos Emeralds, then the Master Emerald is exactly what I need to counteract its power." He turns and begins climbing up the path toward the Master Emerald Shrine. All the while, Rouge reaches up, her hand threatening to grab it.

Knuckles is onto her, leaping from the wall and gliding toward that outstretched hand, sending a swing against it.

The force of his attack sends her hand reeling back, and Rouge yelps, rubbing her palm. "That hurt, you big bully!"

"You're the one threatening my home!" Knuckles shouts, flying back and colliding into the shrine. "And no matter what—if you're gonna try to steal it, then I'm going to fight to defend it!"

He places his palm upon the Master Emerald, closing his eyes. "The Servers are the Seven Chaos…"

He begins the prayer taught by his ancestors, feeling the power of the Master Emerald flowing through him. As he turns to direct the energy toward Rouge, something happens. There's a spark-it rushes through him and into his brain.

With great power, the Emerald's energy rushes through him, enveloping him in a bright green and shooting him off quickly. It strikes Rouge in the cheek, sending them tumbling off the island and into the large desert below!

When Knuckles finally regains his senses, he pushes himself up on the sand, spitting some of it out.

Before him, Rouge picks herself up, rubbing her cheek. "You're going to regret that." She growls.

Knuckles lands before Rouge, his fists up, his whole body enveloped in the emerald aura of the stone he protected from her. "Regret protecting my island? You've always been petty, Rouge, but this is terrible, even for you!"

Rouge narrows her eyes, sitting on her knees. Considering her size, she lifts and slams a hand with incredible speed. "Sorry, Red, but I'm still playing games. Are you just upset that I'm playing by your rules?"

Rouge’s palm falls upon the ground, slapping flat against the dirt.

"Just enjoy your little nap. When you wake up, I'll have the emerald, not you, in the palm of my… huh?"

Her hand twitches and then lifts. A pinprick in the center sends pain shooting up from her.

She pushes her force against the feeling, her arm straining, her teeth gritted. "Oh, no, you don't! I'm the big woman here! You bow to me, or you get flatten-aah!?"

Knuckles digs his feet into the ground, burrowing in from the force of his body pressing against the earth. His hands, however, are not idle. Instead, he punches her in a flurry with such speed that his battle cry echoes through the small cupped arena that her hand provides.

With a final, powered-up punch, he sends her hand flying back. The aura enveloping the echidna is larger and more vibrant than ever, and the burning emerald fury in his eyes is fiery.

But Rouge, despite blowing on the warmth on her palm, is undeterred. She turns her hand into a fist and pulls it back, sending it flying towards Knuckles.

When Knuckles throws his fist toward her, he wishes upon the Master Emerald not Tikal's Prayer but his heartfelt desire. "Grant me the power I need to protect you. To put her in her place and to make her see once and for all that stealing from me is a waste of her time!

So, when their hands clash again, he doesn't strike or knock her away this time. Instead, the seams of his gloves pop, his fingers wide and outstretching. His hand becomes so huge that he grabs her hand, holding it in place!

Rouge gasps, her eyes wide, trying to pull away from him, but Knuckles's strength is too much for her. She grits her teeth and pulls back, but the grip is too firm.

Knuckles’ muscles bulge and tense, but they extend more than that. His biceps, triceps, and shoulders grow and expand. His pectorals emerge as vast fields of pure power, and his legs tone up.

And he grows. He grows to match Rouge's size, and as he stands, he towers above her, squeezing her hand and twisting her arm.

Rouge cries but plants her feet on the ground, pushes herself up, and throws her other fist at Knuckles's face.

It's enough to strike him and to loosen his grip. He stumbles back, growling and shaking his head. "Raagh! You don't know when to give up, do you?"

Rouge leaps up, performing a broad, sweeping kick towards his head.

Knuckles lifts his mountainous arms, blocking the strike, though there is so much more power in her legs that his heels dig into the ground, unearthing some treasures that were never seen before.

But neither the guardian nor the treasure hunter seem to care. Rouge leaps back, keeping a leg lifted, and stares him down with a smirk on her face.

"Now, this is interesting," she says, her voice booming through the island.

"What is?" Knuckles said, a gruff growl rising over the mountains.

"These two jewels are so wonderful, so beautiful, as to grant us such equal power. They're simply magic, don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter what it is or why the Master Emerald can do this. I’m only fighting you because you're trying to harm my island!"

He sends a punch at her, the speed and power so intense that flames erupt from there.

Rouge dodges underneath it with a deft bend of her back, and then she leaps, continuing that spin, her heel slamming down towards Knuckles's face.

But Knuckles throws his other punch, parrying the attack and sending her flying back.

Rouge deftly spins, landing on the tips of her toes on the opposite side of the island.

"You've never felt such might before, have you?" Rouge says, stretching her large, muscle-bound body on full display.

Knuckles frowns, lowering his fists. "No, I haven't," he grunts. "And I never wish to. This isn't a game, Rouge."

"But you're having fun, aren't you?" she says, placing her fingertips on her lips.

Knuckles growls, pounding his fists together. The shockwaves rustle the palms on the beach.

"Admit it, Red, there's something deep within you that yearns to go all out."

"All I yearn for," he snorts, "Is to beat some sense into you!"

With that, he stomps forward, throwing punch after punch after punch.

Rouge dodges deftly, and her stamina has improved beyond anything she had noted before. It's an incredible sensation, every fiber of her being at peak efficiency, allowing her to dodge each strike with such care as not to waste any minute of movement.

She retaliates, lifting her leg with a tall kick, blocking the attack, and kicking downward to send Knuckles to his knees.

This new downed position gives Knuckles a different perspective of the giant bat. He had never thought about facing someone many times his size, but now that they are both giants and now that he is on his knees, he realizes for the first time that the two of them are both fully naked.

And with that realization comes a bright red blush over his cheeks when he's eye-level to the bat's enormous womanhood.

Rouge stands above Knuckles, watching him with his eyes transfixed upon her. Smirking, she places her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest. "Take a picture, Red. It'll last longer."

Knuckles blinks and snarls, hopping to his feet. The two titans stand at eye-level with one another, but Knuckles keeps his fists ready for a fight. "That's not fair. You know, at this height, I can't possibly operate a camera!"

Rouge rolls her eyes and steps around him, her footsteps thundering through the floating island. "Oh, you sweet, sweet boy. Even when you're a mountain of muscle, you're still the same gullible fool you've always been."

"Perhaps my readiness to trust people is stronger than you think," Knuckles says. "Now, then, I have matched your size. I implore you to leave the island before I make you leave."

Rouge stops, her wings fluttering. She turns to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah, and how will you make me leave?"

"Like this!" Knuckles says, rushing forward, hammering through the ground. He then dives forward, tackling toward Rouge.

The impressive speed of the mountainous echidna was unexpected for the bat, who fought to unfurl her hands and grab onto his shoulders. Her heels dig into the ground, tearing up the dirt where they go, but Knuckles's mad dash for the edge of the island continues.

Finally getting a hold of Knuckles, Rouge then lifts her elbow and slams it down onto his back, between his shoulder blades, once, twice, and three times, finding her ankles falling out of the divots she creates and her body lifting toward the edge.

That final hit knocks the echidna warrior down, but not before the treasure hunter finds herself teetering on the edge, her arms flailing and her wings flapping about in a comical display.

Knuckles growls and pushes himself up, swinging his fist forward, clocking Rouge on the jaw and sending her backward.

Even though Rouge flips in the air, this allows her to clamp her ankles around Knuckles's head. She continues her flip, throwing him with a great and mighty swing off the edge and plummeting toward the ground below.

But Knuckles isn't one to give up so easily. He grips her calves, squeezing her tight and yanking, sending her finally to fall with him.

Groping for the ground, Rouge's fingers find the corner of Angel Island, and she grips hard, her fingers burying deep into the dirt.

The island teeters once more, tilting toward the two towering combatants. Plants and ruins and assorted robot parts tumble about and off the edge, splattering over the two faces of the
giant fighters. Knuckles keeps his grip hard on her, and he pulls up, climbing her.
"Let go!" he growls. "Or I shall be forced to take drastic action!"

"You wouldn't dare to be drastic!" Rouge taunts him. "You're too much of a gentleman to-yaaah!"

That's when Knuckles lets go of one leg and sends a swift punch to Rouge's unprotected side.

So unused to such a magnificent momentous swing hitting her uncovered form, Rouge yelps, wrenching the earth in her grasp, tearing the chunk off the island.

Two towering bodies fall from the great, impressive monument of mysticism. The island flings back, wavering and returning to its normal course even as the two fall, fall, fall, crashing into the ground below. Knuckles crashes into the ground, leaving an Echidna-shaped crater in the earth. Following him is Rouge, who lands atop him, turning as she falls, her chest square against his.

The dust takes a while to settle, and the two fighters lie there momentarily, recovering from their situation.

Knuckles is the first to revive, wrapping his arms around Rouge and squeezing her tight. "If I have to hold you here forever, I will, woman!" He snarls. "You've done too much damage to my home already!"

Rouge groans, stirring, her massive tits squished and rubbing over his impressive chest.

The slight stirring, the twitch of muscle, the warmth of her body, enough to cause something to stir—something hard, long, and throbbing.

Rouge's eyes flitter open, and she stares down at Knuckles. She stares wide-eyed at him as well. Then,  upon realizing her situation, she spreads her legs ever-so-slightly, that cock flopping in between her thunder thighs right before she clamps her legs around that meat.

"Well, well, well, Red? Who knew you found this so alluring?" She laughs. "What is it, hm? Is it the naked bodies? The pure power?"

Knuckles growls, squeezing her tighter, rolling her over, bringing himself along as he pins her down. "Don't you dare try to trick me!" he snarls.

Rouge's arms flop down to either side of her. She stares up at him with a fluttering yes. "Who says anything about tricking you, hm? I never felt so good about my body before," she says, moving a hand down, stroking it over her tummy, "and I'm sure you feel the same."

Knuckles grits his teeth. "You're trying to trick me! To make me lower my guard so that when I am spent, you will go and steal my emerald!"

She giggles, rocking her legs. "Oh, is that right?" she says. "Or am I genuinely interested in rolling in the mountains with another muscle god?"

Knuckles's dreads bristle at that comment. "Don't you tempt me, woman!" he says, pulling back his fist and throwing it toward her. "I'll knock the power of that stone out of you!"

She squeezes his cock between her thighs, smirking.

Knuckles yowls, his punch hitting just beside her head, the ground swallowing his fist.

"So, Red," she says, "you're hot for a fuck that's also a fight, aren't you?"

Knuckles, lying underneath of Rouge, growls. "You want to rile me up, don't you?" he asks. Again, this is all a game to you!"

"Is it now? Guess you'll have to find out!" The bat teases, squeezing his massive member between her titanic thighs. "Come on, I know you can throw me off, and I know you wanna shove that big fat cock inside me when we're huge like this!"

Knuckles grabs Rouge's shoulders, hefting her with a great shove, throwing her back to crash along the shore of a lake. To the two of them, it is a mere puddle she lies on, but despite being thrown, she doesn't let go of her grip on his cock.

Sitting on top of her, stuck to her, Knuckles throws a fist forward, seeking to smack her right in the face.

But Rouge grabs him by the wrist, and she wrenches him down on top of her, pressing his chest to her tits. Smirking and snickering, she pushes up, pressing her mouth to his.

Knuckles's dreads stick out, and his eyes widen, but he throws another punch, this time at Rouge's exposed side. It digs into her muscled form, pushing further than before.

Rouge's legs let go of Knuckles's cock as her body bends to one side in the impact of the punch. This allows Knuckles to press his palm upon her abs and push himself up, his long length pulled free and tall.

He lifts into the air, his knees falling and going for another slam against her! "I'll teach you not to mess with me, you thief!"

Rouge rolls back, lifting her legs under Knuckles, planting her heels deep into his abs.

Knuckles doubles over, spit flying out of his maw before Rouge thrusts forward, sending him flying until he collapses against a copse, sending birds flying and leaves blowing.

The two fighters lie on the ground, taking in their breaths and feeling the bruises on their bodies, but they soon lift themselves off. Water rolls down Rouge's back as she stands and rolls her shoulders. Knuckles brushes off branches and dirt from him, his dreads bristling.

"So, you want more of a fight, do you?" Rouge says. "Good thing I love going a few rounds with you occasionally. Plus, you're eager to see how much power you have now, right?"

Knuckles narrows his eyes, lifting his fists in a ready posture. "This is irresponsible."

"But I'm not wrong, am I?"

Knuckles rushes forward, throwing a punch toward Rouge. Still, she dodges out of the way with perfect control of her muscles, lifting a leg to kick him at the chin, but Knuckles pulls back, her foot barely missing his snout.

In the position she's in for the moment, she's exposed, her pussy on full display. Knuckles glances downward, seeing it and blushing.

Rouge smirked, throwing her heel down towards Knuckles's head, but he grabbed her in both arms, holding her leg in the air, pressed against his chest and resting over his shoulder.

"Well, well, well, look at where we are now," Rouge teases. "What are you going to do to me now, huh? Wrench me to a pin?"

Knuckles growls. "Fine, I'll play your stupid little game!" he says, gripping her leg in a bear hug and thrusting his hips forward.

His cock presses against Rouge's slit, shoving forward and entering into her.

The bat throws her head back, gasping, "Oh fuck… it's so… it's so fucking big!"

“How’s a… woman like you… so tight!?" Knuckles grunts, his brow furrowed, gripping her leg harder. He slips slightly but grips her again, her calf rubbing against his expansive chest.

Rouge's weight brings the two of them down, Knuckles falling to his knee and Rouge landing on her shoulder, lying on her side, her elbow propping herself up.

"C-come on, Big Red," Rouge says, growling. "Maybe if you fuck me hard enough, I" ll lose all my power, then you can continue being the big man on the aahah!"

Knuckles takes a moment to orient himself, moving one hand down to adjust his cock to make sure it's perfectly in place. Then he thrusts forward, his rod penetrating deep into Rouge's tight folds. He closes his eyes, leaning forward, grunting as he thrusts, plowing into her deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Rouge breathes heavily, nodding. "Y-yeah, that's… that's it…" she groans, gripping the ground, biting her lip, nodding. But she isn't a passive participant. With such total control of her body, her inner walls flex and fluctuate, massaging that cock as it buries itself into her. She focuses hard. Her gasps past her lips get louder and louder as she milks his cock hard.

Meanwhile, Knuckles grips her leg hard and thrusts harder and harder, each thrust he makes accompanied by a loud and roaring grunt. He leans forward, thrusting hard, so hard that soon, there's too much power in his movements that Rouge shifts along the ground, digging up mounds of earth as her breasts bounce.

She throws her head back, crying out to the sky. Their roars of delight cross the countryside, alerting many people from so far away who wonder what is happening.

As Knuckles pushes himself deeper against Rouge, he leans harder, making her leg back. Her flexibility is impressive despite the thick size of her muscles. It lets him bend her back and get her right up to her face, pressing nose-to-nose.

Rouge's eyes flutter open as she looks up at Knuckles, her mouth opening as she pants and moans. Knuckles also looks down at her, his nose rubbing against her.

"Wh… what you going… to do…?" She asks between Knuckles's thrusting.

Knuckles, staring down at Rouge, parts his lips, and then, without thinking anything else, he presses his mouth to hers, his tongue, his mouth muscle, taking control of her mouth,

And soon, the wrestling is now within themselves as she milks his cock, and he dominates her mouth.

Meanwhile, Relic the Pika peeks out from the ruins, pulling out her scanner and frowning. "There's too much energy!" She gasps. "If Rouge doesn't expel it soon, who knows what might happen!"

With that, she hops onto her hoverbike extreme gear and rushes off to warn her—before it's too late!"

Two magnificent bodies writhe around on the ground, their forms crashing and rumbling through the mountains and valleys. The rivers are their beds, and the hills are their pillows, for these two titanic competitive lovers with nothing that can get in their way.

Knuckles's tongue fills up Rouge's mouth, and the lady underneath him rolls her eyes back, her breasts rubbing up against his broad and powerfully pectoral chest. Nipples brush at his body, stimulating him with their stiffness, but the most important and active part of their dance is what goes on between their legs.

Each thrust from the echidna sends thunderclaps through the locale. They make a dull thud, enough to send leaves waving and animals rushing away.

Meanwhile, the archaeologist Relic the Pika arrives on her extreme gear bike, stopping and staring at the sight. "Blimey…" She wheezes. "It's a regular godly bang, innit?" She gulps, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing her forehead. She then takes out her phone, capturing both of them on video. "Professor Victoria would call me a proper liar if I didn't get evidence of this. And cor, won't Pickle flip his wig!?"

Knuckles's eye glances across the field, stopping at the sight of the tiny Mobian beneath her. He pushes himself free from Rouge, leaving the bat's tongue to pull out and dangle upon her lips. He sits up, gripping the thief's sturdy glutes, stepping up and lifting until she lies on the ground only on her shoulders, her hips high in the air, the altitude breeze making her lower body shudder.

"This is what happens when you try to steal the Master Emerald from me!" He proclaims. "One way or another, you'll be fucked!" He laughs, a hearty, chest-focused laugh, and then he grabs onto Rouge's ass with both hands, and he thrusts hard and heavily into her.

Rouge screams into the sky as his cock plows deep into her.

"You were, nnf, boasting, ha, earlier, nngh, about the power of your Mammoth Malacite!" Knuckles taunts, thrusting into her with that sustained intensity. Now that he sits up, the claps and plaps thunder and crack much faster and louder. "But maybe you didn't realize the Master Emerald was superior!"

Knuckle's substantial fat cock slams into her, building her stomach, making a mound that shows off to the video larger than any porn vid ever posted online. She thrashes about, her legs wrapping around Knuckles's body for some form of stability. “Aaah, nnngh, gaaah!”

"Or maybe yet…" Knuckles continues, leaning in over her again, continuing to fuck her brains out with his unceasing movements. "You've always wanted me to do this? You've been trying to fuck me this whole time, not fuck with me?"

Rouge opens one eye, her mouth agape, unable to say anything, but her glance at him shows recognition and confusion.

Knuckles points to his forehead, smirking. "The brain's a muscle too, ya know. I guess it's getting a workout as well! Speaking of workouts…"

It's at that thought that Knuckles picks up the pace, plowing into her; the sloshing of their pussy juice-infused plapping leaves a torrent of fluids falling from between them.

Rouge screams, her head grinding against the ground, her hips pushed as far as they can go, her tongue out, tears and drool, and pussy juice and sweat leaking out from her as he rides her hard.

The echidna places a palm on her stomach and pushes her down, keeping her from writhing too much as he continues his relentless pounding. He grunts and grumbles as he keeps it up, his brow furrowed, his focus falling.

Rouge sees this, and there's a ghost of a smile through her gaping mouth. She grips the ground, rocking against him, her walls tight against his relentless cock.

He grunts, his nostrils flaring, feeling that tightening around his member. He fights hard to keep up his pace,e pounding against her vice-like grip and continuing to batter her innermost depths. "You can't, nnff, stop me now, R-Rouge!"

Rouge licks her lips, gasping, nodding, rocking against him as much as her body would allow. "Go ahead then…" she gasps. "Finish me!"

Knuckles squints his eyes shut, his rutting less of a concentrated effort and more of a wild rocking. He is like a man having his first fuck—untrained, ungraceful, and unprepared.

He's unprepared for her to reach her orgasm. He's unprepared for her shuddering and tensing up further than before. He's unprepared for how it makes him shoot and release deep into her, sending a rush through his mind, weakening his body, giving him the lack of an edge.

But Rouge is prepared. Through her elation at orgasm, She tightens her grip around Knuckles's waist, and with her massive leg muscles, she lifts him up. No post-nut clarity is enough to stop that lifting. It's not enough to prevent him from crashing head-first into the nearby mountain, nor sufficient to keep her from letting go and flipping, standing tall, wiping off her forehead.

"Well, well, well, red," she coos, fanning off her face. "You have such vigor in you, but you forgot to remember something," she says, pointing to her forehead. "Your brain may have grown stronger, but so has mine." She chuckles at that, stepping forward. She stomps on the echidna's exposed back, hands on her hips. "Now that I've got you where I want you, I will finish this and take my emerald. Hope you're ready to lose, big boy."

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