I can’t believe how rough things’ve been. My birthday was a few days ago, and I can barely sleep! Not because of any bad dreams or anything, no. But when I sleep, I keep finding that bat in my dreams, doing something weird or the other. And I’ve kept having to worry about Sonic finding out about it! That might be the worst part, I can’t do anything! Imagine, my friends find out I have this life-sized replica of this lady. And it’s not like I can throw it out either, not only would I worry about someone finding it, but… it may’ve come from someone I don’t agree with, but it is a gift. 
	Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t glare at it at night. She had her impish smirk permanently on her face, as though she were outfitted to tease me whenever I saw her. I sighed, and put her in the closet again. I began to slide the closet door closed, before glancing at her. 
	“You were always so strong…” I remarked. “You always had an edge over me… even your doll…” I sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for the chance to beat you…” I then slid the door the rest of the way closed. There, I decided to push a small chest in front of it to keep it blocked. I don’t know how it got out of the closet before, but right now I’m not willing to put “robotics” out of the question. If that doll were moving by herself, I’ll make sure she can’t get out of there.
	Once I was sure the chest was in place, I yawned. I headed over to bed, lifted the sheets, and slid inside, ready to greet the night…
…
	I blinked awake. I yawned and stretched my arms, before looking around me. And I was confused. The first weird thing: part of my body was missing! A sort of window surrounded my form, except everything not in the view of the window was gone, me only able to see other windows around me. There appeared to be multiple others like me, from Sonic, to Knuckles, Amy, Big… Practically everyone I knew was in one of these windows. I looked further up, seeing… a UI?
	“’Character Select’?” I repeated as I looked over the UI. “What the…?” But before I could ponder further, my eyes were drawn towards the 2d image of a gloved hand, it holding some sort of token with “P1” displayed on it. I looked on it curiously, and soon saw it hovering towards my sector of these windows. I saw it draw near Sonic, near Knuckles, before stopping over my window. And then, the gloved hand released the token, letting it land over me. “What is going on?” 
	However, before I could get any sort of explanation, that is if I’d get one, the world around me suddenly went black, all except for myself. Except now I had the rest of his body. I still tried to scan around, searching for any sort of indicator to what was happening. However, there was literally nothing to catch my eye, only the blackness of nothing. But then, I was suddenly in the middle of Greenhill Zone. Except instead of it being the long, sprawling version he could run around freely, I felt himself restricted to a sort of 2d plane. I could move forwards and backwards, but not towards either side, which was apparently convenient as the platforms and ramps were in this direction, whereas the plane next to me didn’t seem to offer much of substance. 
	I kept on looking around, until I spied overhead, a neon sign seeming to show “P1” on top of a red arrow that was pointing down on my head. 
	“Is… is this some kind of video game? What…?” I pondered. However, while I was taking in his surroundings, apparently a countdown starting from three was going on, for approximately during his 3 second contemplation, I heard the word “Go!” ring out, commanding me to do… something. I immediately started by looking around himself, trying to ascertain what I was supposed to do in this game. I glanced around nervously. I looked over, and soon saw what appeared to be… Sonic.
	I narrowed his eyes curiously and looked at him, trying to study him. However, Sonic suddenly ran at me in the still startling speed he was known for. Faster than I can realize, Sonic suddenly spun at me, suddenly colliding with me and throwing me a few feet backwards, myself lifting off the ground slightly. I flopped onto the ground, when Sonic suddenly leapt up into the air, before aiming his foot downwards and dashing towards the ground, suddenly stomping me! Yet somehow, instead of being squashed against the ground, it was like the force exerting onto the ground sprung in the reverse direction, suddenly tossing me up into the air above the blue blur.
	Sonic jumps up, when I see him begin to flip his bottom-half upwards, each leg spread out to either side, seeming ready to snap upon me like a pair of scissors. My eyes widened, and I spun my tails to give myself some lift before Sonic could snap upon me. At that, Sonic began to descend as gravity pulled him down, and I was still trying to understand what the heck was happening. Why was Sonic attacking me? And… and when did he move like this? Not the speed stuff, I just haven’t seen him typically use moves like that.
	However, I couldn’t think much longer, for not only was gravity pulling me down myself, but Sonic was beginning to jump up, when he suddenly jumped… again midair?! And when he did, I cut out my tails so that I could fall faster, avoiding another kick from Sonic. When Sonic was down, I saw him reel back, spinning his fist in a circle, preparing an attack. At times like these, there exists a fight or flight response inside any person, threatening to lash out at whatever threatens them, or to flee. In that moment, realizing Sonic’d likely catch me, it was fight that won out.
	I suddenly kicked forwards, stopping Sonic’s charge and causing him to flinch. Though, my kick felt weird. In a real fight, your movements are usually a little more spontaneous and varied. Even if you’re using a trained attack, there’s usually the slightest bit of variation to your attack, whether it be dependent on the momentum you put in your attack, or dependent on the height of the enemy. This, however… It felt like I was acting out some kind of recording in a quick motion, as though in deciding to attack, I acted out a preset movement with my leg.
	Seeing Sonic’s guard faltered, I kicked with my currently stretched leg, again going through that stiff, predetermined movement. And then, I delivered a third kick, where I planted my extended foot down and chopped my leg ahead, roundhousing Sonic’s midsection and sending him a few inches back. When he did that, I jumped up, before approaching and swinging my whole body in a circle, resulting in my tails smacking Sonic in the back of his head, causing him to bounce against the ground like he did when he stamped on my from above.
	I rushed in under him and squatted, this yellow sort of flashing over my body as I did so. And while I was, what I could best describe as “power” began building up in my core. I felt like I was about to do something good… Sonic was coming back down, and once he was right overhead, I suddenly whipped both of my tails up to ram him in the back, causing him to fly up even higher! I looked up in surprise! I mean, at the risk of underplaying myself, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything quite as effective as that without my machines!
	Eventually, Sonic fell down a couple of feet away, collapsing on the ground and left stunned by the attack. I wearily approached, taking a few slow steps forwards as I tried to check him out. However, he swiftly leapt up on his feet. And then, I saw him reel up into a ball, preparing for a charge. And then, he zipped forwards. My eyes widened as he zipped towards me, so I leapt up, evading the charge and watching him rush past me.
	And after that, with seemingly no plans to stop himself, he soared far, far behind me. After he rushes a long distance behind me, he suddenly vanished, what appeared to be an explosion soared across the area! I stumbled in shock at that sudden explosion, surprised by what had happened.
	“S-Sonic?!” I yelled out as I turned towards the source of the explosion. There was no sign of my friend’s body. Did he just run away faster than I realized and vanish off into the distance? I held my hand over my eyes in an attempt to block out any light, and kept on searching the horizon. However, the sound of “GAME” rang in my ears, and I was immediately drawn away from said horizon. Shining over the battlefield was the phrase “GAME”, written out in a fancy impact font, outlined in silver. 
	I rose a brow curiously, unsure of exactly what I was seeing. By now, this was clearly meant to be some kind of game, but I hadn’t seen anything like this before. Though, I think Sonic might’ve talked about being involved with something like this during his free time…
	However, faster than I could ponder further, the field seemed to disappear instantaneously, leaving me in some expansive platform, a golden insignia I can’t comprehend beneath my feet.
	“The winner, is Tails!” some disembodied voice rang out. I kept on scanning around.
	“Who said that, what is this?” I asked. However, before I could be asked again, I was thrust back into that screen before, where the rest of my body was hidden by some sort of window. 
	“O-ok, I don’t know what’s happening, but I guess if I can wind by accident, I’ll be fine,” I said to myself. Once more, the world went black, telling me that I’d be thrust into another fight. Now, I was planted upon… My eyes widened when I realized where I was. A large, blocky slab with square divets in the floor, just like that arena I fought in once upon a time. Except, right now it appeared to float several hundred feet above the ground this took place on, and there were a pair of, remarkably, floating platforms hovering above the left and right side of the arena, with a third one much higher than those other platforms, that one looming above the center of the arena. 
	I scanned around, and once again that “P1” arrow was looming over me. I looked around some more, and saw that there was P2, P3, and P4. P2 was… her… She wore that familiar, black, skin tight suit, along with white boots and a heart-shaped chestplate. It was none other than Rouge the Bat, standing opposite me on the arena. And above her, up on that platform, was…
	“Two Rouges?!” I exclaimed in confusion. That second Rouge wore a purple outfit akin to a ninja, it wrapped tightly around her, and even covering her mouth. However, looking at the platform closest to me, I saw P4. This one was accompanied by yet another Rouge, her wearing a witch-like outfit, this one bearing black boots, a black singlet with a red, heart-shaped chest-plate, and the classic pointy witch hat. The three of them were arranged around me, and I noticed something more worrying. I had a red arrow labeling me as P1, while the three of them had blue arrows labeling each of them. I didn’t know a lot about this game, but this gave me the impression of different teams. Specifically, a 3 on 1. I was about to be subjected to a three way brawl!
	“3! 2! 1!” I heard that same, disembodied voice declare. And suddenly, I realized I’d have to get serious. So, I took up my arms, and then I heard the voice shout “GO!” At that, the Rouges immediately rushed from their corners, gliding across the ground with their wings extended. One of them had dropped down from the table above me, while the one ahead of me, Classic Rouge, was rushing at me. Seeing the two approach, I immediately jumped up to avoid their charge. The Classic Rouge and the Witch Rouge had narrowly missed me, but a shadow crept over me. I looked up, and was greeted with the sight of Ninja Rouge’s derriere rocketing down towards me! 
	Faster than I could react, her rump smushed into my face and drove me down towards the platform I’d jumped over, slamming me onto it with painful force. Unlike Sonic, whose downward kick had shot me up into the air, I was instead stamped down on the platform beneath Ninja Rouge. I felt her cushy rear press against the ground beneath me, and felt my nose squeeze against the cloth deep between her cheeks. In a moment, she climbed up off of me, allowing me to just lay there, stunned by her attack. The Ninja Rouge was a couple of paces away from me, and soon the Witch Rouge jumped up to the other side of the platform. 
	I climbed up onto my feet, feeling a little jet-lag from the sudden butt drop. However, as I was, the Witch Rouge had taken a step forwards, and swung her butt the one way, her body glowing with some kind of power as she seemed to hold the pose. I looked at her curiously as she did.
	“Uh, what are you-?” I asked. However, before I could complete my question, the Witch Rouge swung her butt the other way, ramming it into my abdomen like a punch, which hurls me in an arc over the Ninja Rouge and onto the platform hovering above the center of the main stage. I landed harshly on the platform, before climbing up onto my feet. “U-ugh… can you guys slow down a little-“ However, my thought process was interrupted when Classic Rouge jumped up onto the platform behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, and smushed me up against her bosom, my eyes being the only things to peek out above her bust. 
	I wriggled against her form and planted my hands against her abdomen, trying to push myself free! But Rouge had me tightly held. All the while, I felt her hands grip me tightly, one between my shoulders and one clasping my rear. She held, and then I felt her squeeze her breasts, pinching on my face. I felt like I took a slight bit of damage, as if I were pummeled. She’d repeat this process despite my continued struggling, my writhing against her. After about 5 squeezes, she suddenly whipped me behind her, before bumping my rear with her backside, jettisoning me to the other side of the arena. 
	I faceplanted onto the platform over there, and climbed up to my feet. I felt a little dizzy from the previous abuse. So far I’d been struck by 3 butts in rapid succession. I nursed my forehead with my hand, and turned around to keep a careful eye on those Rouges, who were already doing their glide dash towards my platform. I saw Witch Rouge and Classic Rouge beginning to dash towards me. I turned around to try and flee, only to see Ninja Rouge had leapt up behind me while I was focusing on the other two. 
	I leapt back, and saw Ninja Rouge rocking her hip to the side, preparing an attack just like that Witch Rouge earlier. I brought up my arms defensively, and, for some reason, a red sort of bubble formed around me, steadily decreasing in size. It decreased even moreso once Ninja Rogue swung her hips, striking the bubble. I realized this must’ve been some sort of, like, defensive barrier, which I’m happy to have. However, faster than I could contemplate further, Classic Rouge was on my other side. She swung her leg out, and I was forced to bring up my arms in a moment to protect myself. Her kicking leg struck the barrier, and once more, the damage was deflected, it getting smaller from the attack.
	Ninja Rouge followed up with another kick, and Classic Rouge did that charging hip-swing move, the barrier getting smaller and smaller. I looked around in worry, feeling like the shrinking barrier was a very, very bad sign. But I couldn’t just run, these two were literally surrounding me, and for all I knew, Witch Rouge would sweep in from out of nowhere to knock me down if I tried to flee. 
	Unfortunately, I couldn’t contemplate further. With one more kick, the barrier shrunk into practical non-existence, and the sound of glass shattering filling my ears. I was hurled up into the air, before I fell on the ground, those Rouges some stopping their assault for some reason. I climbed up to my feet, but felt the world shaking around my form. I stood upright, and was met with this intense dizziness, myself left stumbling to and fro while nursing my forehead. 
	I heard both of those Rouges chuckling to themselves, them puffing out their chests and holding their hands to their mouths, themselves clearly confident. I’d love to wipe those smirks off their faces, but they I couldn’t see straight, I was too dizzy! No, those Rouges were more than free to approach me, free to do whatever special attack they felt necessary. The Classic Rouge in front of me painted her lips, before leaning forwards… and grabbing around me, planting her lips on my forehead. I felt damage akin to that tit pummel from earlier. Her lips popped off, before she assailed my cheek, dealing that damage again.
	And while she did that, Ninja Rouge copied her motion, painting her own lips. I heard her lips pop once they were painted, and she grabbed me from behind. She came in close, and smooched the back of my head, and I could only squirm, my daze still in affect. Each peck felt I was taking damage. Soon, Classic Rouge’s lips were upon my belly, and though there was the hit, I couldn’t help but let out a yelp as a tickle flew through my form. The Ninja Rouge, meanwhile, had made it past my shoulders, and got lower and lower. 
	“Th-this is a weird thing to do in the middle of a fight… O-ogh!” I yelped as Classic Rouge made it to my groin. She forced her head between my legs, and I felt my shuddering thighs squeeze around her head as her lips explored the most sacred of grounds on my form. It was little more than a second long visit, but I felt like my opponent got to see more of me than my closest friends would ever see. I was blushing deeply by the time she took her lips off, and stepped away from me. But Ninja Rouge was still intent on keeping up her attack. 
	I felt her lips dot my spine as she got lower and lower. I tried to fight against her grip, but something about it felt inescapable. It wasn’t particularly harsh, but still, I felt practically leashed in her grip. It was like her hands required that Rouge’s permission before I could leave them. 
	“P-please let go of me!” I pleaded. But that wicked thief was intent on going as far as possible. And in a moment, I felt her head dip under my tails, and felt her soft lips suckle upon my rear! “H-haaaaa~!” With that, I could feel some pride emanate from that Rouge, so she backed away, and now I was able to stand properly, at which point I could only burn red, feeling all dumb and dopey. I could feel the slight stick of lipstick, so I knew that she left her mark, so to speak. My chest heaved, and those Rouges apparently felt confident enough to taunt again in front of me, their twin giggles filling my ears.
	I decided that I needed to show them I wouldn’t stand down and let them bully me! I wound my tails up around me, and felt myself glow like the Rouges would when they swung their hips. And then, I spun in a circle, whipping my tail around me with the intent of striking those two! Instead, the bats leapt away and evaded my attack. Unfortunate, but at least now I had room to breath. However, in the aftermath of that melee, and I was allowed to focus on things around me, I was able to consider more details than either of their lips pelting me. 
	“Where’s the third one?” I asked out loud. However, the Classic and Ninja Rouge were staying back, and that may’ve been worse. Why weren’t they doing anything while I was confused? Well, I felt like the sky would be dangerous, so I decided to hop down to the ground beneath me. Once I was down, I glanced over to the edge of the main arena, which was where I saw Witch Rouge, her seeming to taunt also as she’d faced her backside towards me, and smacked herself squarely on her rear. 
	However, faster than I could ponder further, Witch Rouge suddenly dashed towards me. My eyes widened, and I bolted the other way. She, however, seemed to sail across the stage with the grace of a swan, and seemingly slightly faster than myself. I’d be caught for sure! I decided I needed to jump over her, only for her to jump up in the air. However, before she did so, she’d pivoted around such that her back was towards me, and she jumped up. When she did, she swung her rear back and struck me in my gut, causing me to fly back and onto the ground, stunned. 
	I groaned and stood back up. But faster than I could react, Witch Rouge wrapped her arms around me, and once again shoved me into her cleavage. And once again, she went about the process of pummeling me, or rather, squeezing my head like a grape between her boobs. I kept on wriggling, but this was a more forceful grip than the smooch down from before, which was already worryingly restrictive. But whereas the previous grip was comparable to a firm handshake that required you to stay in place out of some weird sense of politeness, this was a vice-like grip that beatdown any reservations about escaping.
	I wriggled against her grip and groaned in discomfort as I kept on trying to fight her. However, I felt her stop her squeezing. Instead, she swiftly popped me out of her cleavage, allowing me a moment of fresh air. Only a moment. She swiftly tossed me to the ground, a harsh, stunning blow. And then, in my then limited vision, I was greeted with a blink of Witch Rouge’s witchy rear coming down towards me. Once more, bat butt was down on my face, me squirming against her. While she did so, she wiped her booty on top of me, yet another foul taunt to my humiliating situation. It seemed that was all she wanted, for she simply climbed up off of me, and stepped away. I groaned and held my forehead as I began to sit up.
	“Ng… geez, I should’ve known you’d fight dirty…” I muttered once I stood up. I glanced around, and was greeted with the sight of Witch Rouge in front of me, Ninja Rouge behind me, and Classic Rouge on a platform above me. They felt close enough, as if ready to pounce the moment I make one wrong move. So what followed was comparable to a Texas Hold Up, except three people would’ve had their gun arm ready to flick out at me. Needless to say, I felt cornered. But for now, I glanced at each of the Rouges, who kept an equal distance from me. I’m sure it was less them making sure I couldn’t get away, and more them waiting to see which of them got their hands on me. But surely I’d bypass them… surely I could stop them from beating on me some more. Right now, the question was how to get out of this without one of them leaping in to hit me from my blindspot? Maybe I could hope that they’d come in too close, and I’d be able to rush while they sped past me. 
	Either way, I was waiting. I held up my arms to block, and saw that barrier was back to full size. That was a good sign. I lowered my guard to conserve, and continued staring. I then saw them inch towards me, clearly impatient now. Closer, closer… The suddenly dashed at me, and I could see them begin to pivot as they neared! In that moment, I swiftly took to the air, jumping up just in time to avoid the duo slamming me with a twin hip check! 
	They didn’t collide with each other, as if they themselves didn’t have collision with each other. Meanwhile, Classic Rouge leapt down to a platform that was now level with me. She began leaping towards me, when she spun around, smacked her rear, and then suddenly rocketing rear-first towards me as some sort of special attack. Not that I’d let her get away with this attack! So, when that booty came in close, I whipped my tail around, going from my back to my front to smack her, hoping to stop her. 
	I felt my tails collide, them dealing some damage to her. However, unlike other attacks inflicted on me, Rouge seemed unflinching after the tail whip. But I felt like that wasn’t because of any defenses with her, she may’ve been strong, but she wasn’t impervious to a good hit. No, it felt like… her backside absorbed the damage? That’s the best hypothesis I can come up with in the moment: her rear was acting like some sort of shield or something. I couldn’t contemplate further, for the moment after I swung my tails, I felt Rouge’s tightly-wrapped butt slam into me, before I was carried off by her momentum! 
	The two of us flew over Witch Rouge before we touched down on the ground! I’d expected to slam down and had shut my eyes instinctively. However, instead we somehow landed on our feet. I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and I began to pull away. However, I was pinned in place despite the fact that I was on my feet and not held. I kept on pulling, unsure of what was happening. 
	“What the heck is-?!” I muttered. I glanced around in a panic, before seeing what was happening. Rouge’d hit me directly with some kind of Bat Butt Bomber, and despite having collided with me, instead of repelling me like previous backside bops, her cheeks… Her buttocks had managed to wrap around my hips, essentially trapping me in some kind of booty hug! I wriggled against the confines of her rear, but it held firm around me, like a snake that was squeezing out its prey, ready to eat. I squirmed against her grip, and I could feel that bat giggling, her cheeks squeezing tightly around me, practically chomping. 
	“A-agh! Please, stop!” I shouted as Rouge flexed around me. Rouge chuckled again and kept on flexing her glutes, squeezing me. I felt myself forced to rub up deep between her cheeks, which brought a thick blush to my cheeks. I was certain she was trying something really funny, yes, funnier than just squeezing me with her booty. But she rubbed me with this certain intention. She was hungry for something, and intent on squeezing something out of me…
	“Cut it out! This is really weird for a fight!” But Rouge kept rubbing. I felt this intense stirring as she kept on squeezing. Each squeeze felt like a pummel! My heart was pounding in my chest, to the point where I swear that one would be able to see its shape in my torso. I squirmed and squirmed, and I was sweating intensely. I needed to get out, or Rouge’d do something really weird to me. Squirm… squirm… Suddenly, with a pop I’d flopped out from her grip, falling upon my rear. I felt this weird sort of exposure between my legs, like if she saw me she’d know what she wanted to go for. So, I brought my tails up to defend myself, before I stood up, Classic Rouge turning to face me. She then did her taunt, turning her rear towards me and shaking, before going back into her fighting pose. 
	“M-man, you’re acting super weird…” I muttered as I backed away from her. However, looking past her, I saw those two Rouge’s missing. Never a good sign. However, I heard a strange noise at either side. It sounded like… well… imagine what “growing in size” might sound like. I heard that twice. Classic Rouge backed away, and suddenly her spot was replaced by a pair of larger witch boots! I heard another stomp behind me, these belonging to Ninja Rouge, and being similarly giant. They towered over me!
	I felt fear all throughout my body as the two of the loomed over me, each of them giggling tauntingly. They clearly felt like they were in charge… and maybe that was because they were… I shivered under both of their gazes.
	“U-uh… C-come on, I-I think if I search my pockets long enough, I could find some goods to submit to you…” However, the Rouges each looked down at me, their gazes practically emanating with power. They then inched forwards, their large boots quickly closing the distance between them and me. I tried to back up, but I could feel my tails brush against Ninja Rouge’s boot. I stumbled forwards in worry, only to bump against Witch Rouge’s boot. And at this moment, I began to realize the only way out was up. 
	So, faster than they could try anything, I leapt up into the air, before spinning my tails to lift myself up. And all the while, those two bats just watched… At least, that’s as much as I thought they’d do. Instead, I was greeted by the sight of Witch Rouge pivoting around and jutting her butt out towards me. Then, like Classic Rouge did a few moments ago, she lunged towards me, slamming her buttocks around me! I yelped out as I was suddenly engulfed in darkness, those massive buttocks squeezing around me!
	“Not again!” I shouted out once she held me tight. I struggled more, but yet again she flexed those upon me, squeezing me with her now enlarged rear. I blushed and squirmed harder and harder, feeling both insult and injury at this moment. Whereas only my groin was trapped before, my whole body was practically eclipsed! I could feel my tails were the only thing allowed to feel the light of day! After a bit of struggling, I eventually popped out, flopping to the ground, feeling winded by that attack. The two Rouges did their giggle taunt while I got up to my feet. However, the moment I got on my feet, before I could do anything, Ninja Rouge suddenly plucked me up, and stuck me in between her breasts, leading to more squirming from me. 
	Once more, she’d squeeze those breasts around me, pummeling me. My shoes were the only thing peering from beneath her bust. Though I was sure either of those Rouges could see me kicking in my struggle. They squeezed and squeezed, seeming intent on squashing me like some cloth under a clothing iron, complete with all the heat and steamy sensation associated with such an attack. Squeeze… squeeze… squeeze… I felt like at any moment I’d be rendered a tattoo, or maybe even a fancy body-suit pattern, on either of her breasts! But thankfully, Ninja Rouge was more merciful than that. That or she wanted to prolong my suffering. 
	I could practically feel her grin as she moved her breasts in a circular motion, said motion cycling me up her cleavage, up until my blushing face was poking out from the top of her busts. I was treated to a view of her head, bigger than me, and purple-coated lips as big as my body, grinning widely as if she were eyeing some sort of dessert. She then leaned forwards and puckered up, and my eyes shot open with worry.
	“N-no! Stop it-!” I shouted. However, I was swiftly silenced when her massive lips wrapped around my face. She sucked on me hard, and I squirmed around harder and harder than before. I felt like a toy in her grip! And Ninja Rouge, meanwhile, was twisting and rubbing her lips over my form! I felt her lipstick rub around on top of me and cover me from all sorts of odd angles! The smooch seemed to last forever, though it probably only went on for a couple of seconds.
	Then, with a pop, I was hurled out of her bust and into the air! I soared through the air, feeling downright dizzy from that kissy throw. I was preoccupied with the feeling of her sticky makeup all over me. It was almost too late until I thought “Where’d that other Rouge go?” as I soared past where Witch Rouge stood once. However, that’d be answered quickly when Witch Rouge jumped up from a platform I was heading towards. She leapt up into the air, then did that infamous downwards butt drop these Rouges did a lot before.
	That rump struck my face, and rocketed me towards the ground while carrying me. I squirmed against her giant, cushy rear, all the way down. Eventually, she slammed down on the arena! And this was so much more embarrassing than before. Whereas previously it was merely smothering my face in her big booty, now, with the gigantic size difference, her whole rump had completely squashed me, eclipsing me like a moon would eclipse the sun during a solar eclipse. I was once more practically flattened, only instead of any part being able to greet the fresh air beyond her body, everything, from foot to ears to tail, was under her. And, as if she were merely sitting on my face, she scooted side to side on top of me to really rub the humiliation in. 
	After a bit of that, Witch Rouge got off of me, before walking to the side. Meanwhile, I was left stunned on the ground, groaning in both pain and humiliation. My body was dotted with red lipstick, while my face looked as if it were smushed into purple berry juice. I must’ve looked like a mess. A dopey, sweaty, makeup-covered mess. I could only be grateful that no one was watching…
	“Rouge! Rouge! Rouge!” I suddenly heard cheering. I rose a brow and glanced around. “Rouge! Rouge! Rouge!” Again, there it was. I tried to prop myself up and look around. Still, I couldn’t see the source of the noise.
	“Who’s there?” I asked.
	“Rouge! Rogue! Rouge!”
	“H-hello?”
	“Rouge! Rouge! Rogue!”
	More and more, in rhythm, this phrase repeated, as if some invisible crowd were cheering on the trio beating me to a pulp. I got up onto my feet and kept on looking, somehow taking my mind off of the two Rouges that kept on squishing me. I held a hand to my brow to shield my eyes as I kept on looking out. However, little did I realize that those two Rouges were closing in on my sides, seemingly ready for another attack. However, before they could, they seemed to notice Classic Rouge come in close to me. They nodded, before backing away.
	Soon, my mind returned to the battle, and I noticed Classic Rouge approaching me. However, she was different. Now, she had some colorful aura around her, while her pupils seemed to glow yellow. She seemed to bear some powerful strength with her now, and I felt it threaten to crush me, even before she’d unleashed it. I could tell that whatever she had planned was gonna hurt. I was about to jump, when Rouge suddenly got in a low stance, her colorful aura suddenly exploding out around her. 
	I felt like time froze around me while she was in what can be described as a cat-like pouncing stance, her down on all fours and rear stretched to the air, it shaking as she sizes up her prey. Then, she dashed forwards faster than I could expect, and the next thing I knew, her arms were around me. 
	“Nng!” I grunted out as I was suddenly grabbed. I writhed against her grip and tried to pry myself out her grip, pressing my hands against her body and trying to push. However, in one hand, she scooped up my wrists and held them together. I felt her wrap one leg around my back and pull me in closer and closer… Soon, her hips were smushed up against mine, and she’d arranged her hips just right so she was sitting upon… it…
	I could feel her cheeks squeeze around me down there, at which point I was positive anyone could see my face burning with embarrassment. She pulled my arms around her, while wrapping her own around my torso. She pulled me in close, which only got my twitching embarrassment pulled deeper between her cheeks. And all the while, she looked at me with this sultry gaze, emanating that same dominating power and… love? There seemed to be some compassion in her gaze, but I couldn’t understand where it was coming from…
	However, she leaned in close and puckered up, the whole process slow. I could have fought it. I could’ve turned away. But, I knew she’d just fight me again. Anything other than compliance would just result in more humiliation. Even if my loins were burning with shame and my loss was as plain as the nose on my face, I could only take it. She got in close, and delivered a thick kiss over my lips, her twisting her head to make sure it was as deep as possible. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my legs squeezed tightly. 
	“N-NNNNNNNN!” I squealed into her maw. Her warm kiss, combined with her tight rear, was too much! I-I… I felt all of my tension and stress explode from between my legs!
	After that, time seemed to resume, and I was sent flying after that attack, jettisoned away like Sonic did when he ran from the arena. High, high, high up into the air I went, until I heard “GAME!”
	There was a brief pause where there was nothing. It was preferable to everything that’d happened, but all good things come to an end. Time resumed, and I found myself on that winner circle I was at before, only for those Rouges to be around me. Ninja Rouge was holding my left arm, Witch Rouge was holding my right, and Classic Rouge was holding me by the cheeks. She pulled and toyed with my face, myself too weak to even try to fight back. Even if I could, those other two were holding me tightly.
	And then, Classic Rouge leaned in, ready for a smooch as powerful as the one that sent me flying…
…
	Eventually, I woke up again. I felt like I’d just been in a fight, despite it only being a dream. However, that wasn’t the first thing I noticed. No, it was that Rouge Doll again. My hands were splayed out at my sides like those other two Rouges would do, while this doll’s lips were laying against my lips. My eyes widened with worry. And after that shock, I was suddenly made aware of the feeling between my legs, from the feeling of being spent, to the new… dampness upon my covers.
	It happened again…