Shadow waited just by Rouge’s house, leaning against the wall. If someone were to tell him what he was doing a few years ago, he wouldn’t have believed them. A long time ago, GUN would’ve taken him away. However, that siren, Rouge, came to the rescue. She took him with her and out of GUN’s grip. He figured he’d just be laying low with her, but it turns out that bat had personal urges she wanted sorted out.
One day, while living with her, he woke up to a noise in the middle of the night. Likely a pre-planned noise in retrospect. He roused awake, and sought out the source. He left her guest bedroom, and was sure he’d heard the noise in the living room. There, he investigated, unaware of the figure looming overhead. He paced around, when he was suddenly tackled from above, his assailant having hung from the ceiling like a, well, like a bat. He was swiftly knocked down on the couch, and the first thing he registered was the feeling of a familiar rubber.
He opened his eyes, and realized Rouge was on top of him. She’d climbed over him and pinned him onto her couch, her gloved hands holding down his shoulders, and her lips bearing a bright, red hue despite the dim light of the room.. He can still remember her tight bodysuit exposing her tight form as she straddled him, her thumbs gently kneading into his shoulders as she looked upon him half-lidded. If he’d realized it was anyone else, he probably would’ve struck them, but at the time he was more confused and annoyed.
And then, it began. She lowered upon him, and he could feel her warm body drape his, her covered breasts pinning down his chest. And he felt the gentle suckle of her lips upon his forehead, her giving a soft moan as she left her mark. They popped off as the he writhed under her, trying to shove her off. But she was apparently well versed in keeping down her prisoners. He could feel her hips shake in a wagging motion as she craned her head to and fro, proceeding to assault his cheeks and chin.
He tried to push against her, but she simply brought her arms down, wrapping them around his back to her fastened against his front. Though that didn’t stop him from trying to move her anyways, hopefully worming his fingers in between his and hers body. Despite his efforts, his face could get a few more red marks than usual.
…
	Apparently, she’d wanted to get her hands all over him for a while, which was probably why she wanted to take him home in the first place. That smooch fest was only the start. At night when he wandered her home, she’d make a game out of popping out at random and pecking a part of his body faster than he realized. Remarkably, he’d find himself almost… looking forwards to it? Starting one day, he’d find himself hanging around at night on purpose, staying up after she’d supposedly go to sleep. He’d “lower his guard”, and then, predictably, she’d show up. At that time, she seemed less interested in hiding and more interested in how he seemed ready. Apparently, she’d waited for that moment.
	From that moment, she’d slowly escalate. It went from a few playful smooches, to her removing that heart-shaped breastplate and toying with him. Shadow’d hate to admit it, and he never will, but he found himself looking forwards to Rouge’s moods. He just tried to ignore how subservient it’d make him look. He was still his own hedgehog, after all…
	Eventually, he could see her approaching. She was… stomping? She was stepping along the road and towards her home, and she seemed awfully upset. Shadow rose a brow, though his stoic gaze didn’t seem to falter. He did feel a tinge of concern for her: just a tinge. So, he approached her.
	“Hm, what’s with that look?” Shadow asked. 
	“What look?” Rouge muttered out, all while shooting him a look that’d melt steel. Even Shadow felt a nervous shiver go up his spine. As she spoke, Shadow noticed her reaching out to him, gripping his wrist. A few test pulls would reveal to Shadow that he couldn’t free himself, at least not easily, from her grip.
	“I must’ve been mistaken,” Shadow said. As he did, he noticed the way she was bent over, her seeming to reveal her cleavage, held back by her breastplate. As far as the hedgehog could tell, this bat was exposing herself purposefully. He was at least partially aware that she’d done such a thing frequently in the past. She did love to present herself to him, conveniently bending over enough to accentuate her butt, extending her shapely legs before him, and pulling him in close to get cheek to breast with her. He’d debated why she would tease when she’d spend many nights coaxing a thick one out of him. Maybe that helped with the whole process?
	Rouge frequently made it a game to get him in the mood. On days where she’d do her thing, she’d either plant a smooch upon him, she’d grope his rear, she’d grind on him, all “accidentally” of course. In the past he’d wonder why she’d tease him considering how often they’d end up just doing it in the end. But he’d realize that was all part of the game. It was fun for her pretending that she didn’t already know he loved it, and it was fun for her to try and get him in the mood. And she could usually do it with flying colors. It was always a fight for him to try not to indulge himself despite her playfulness. Was this another one of those times, or was she genuinely upset?
	Either way, she was beginning to pull him off the road and towards a patch of bushes, his heels digging through the soil as she dragged him away. He was putting up the fight, which meant she’d just have to fight harder. Just the way she liked it, at least when she wasn’t upset. Shadow was dragged off the road and towards a bunch of bushes, where she’d suddenly spin him around and trip him, causing him to fall into the bushes.
	“Hrgh!” Shadow grunted out as he was knocked down. He tried to climb up, but Rouge’d suddenly descended upon him, her shapely rump perched upon his abs. He could also feel her invasive hands upon his chests, and he could even feel them give a harsh squeeze to either pec. It’s like she were squeezing at some kind of stress-ball with either hand. Shadow couldn’t help but squirm a little in response.
	“I’ve had a rough day,” she admitted. “It’s been hot and muggy, and I’ve had to spend all day hanging in breathing distance of everyone else. Do you have any idea how much I want to get out of this thing?” She kept her firm grip upon Shadow’s chest, who kept kicking, and couldn’t help but feel a bit of unease wash over him. She’d usually been a bit playful and teasing whenever she messed with Shadow. And yet, she was decidedly more upset right now. Had Shadow let himself become a punching bag today?
	“We could get you out of that easily,” Shadow said. He’d yet to dispose of his gruff tone of voice, people would usually have to come to sense whenever he felt sincere with people, and Rouge could usually sense those moments. “As long as you get off of me now-.” As he spoke, he began to lift himself up.
	“Stay down, Doom and Gloom,” she commanded, roughly shoving on Shadow’s chest so that he’d be pushed down on the ground again, him letting out an “Oof!". “I’ve still got a few kinks to work out!” Little did Shadow understand what she truly meant. And then, Shadow saw one of her gloved fingers reach for her breastplate. “First, my tits are killing me!” And then, down that heart-shaped piece of clothing went. And freed were the girls.
	Shadow felt an uncharacteristic blush come on as those familiar funbags hung in front of him, them waving a little before them. As they did, she leaned forwards more and more, them starting to hover over his face.
	“You know what I need, don’t you, Shadow baby?” she said in a whisper. However, despite the more playful tone of it, there was a decisive commanding edge to her voice, demanding he follow the script. And well, Shadow had been getting a little more compliant ever since he’d lived under her…
	So, he leaned forwards, his mouth opening carefully as he leans in towards one of the exposed nipples. His lips carefully cupped them, and he leaned his head into a more comfortable position while keeping a careful hold of her. Rouge, meanwhile, looked down on him with a steely gaze, making sure that he’s doing exactly what he’s supposed to. Shadow was now at the length and angle he needed, and he began to suck.
	“Mmm~” Rouge moaned. She closed her eyes as Shadow suckled on her like a submissive little pup. Rouge remembered how elated she was when she finally broke Shadow’s defenses enough to allow this. The bat loved having control over some poor boy, and another part of her couldn’t help but dote over the dark and brooding type. And lo and behold, when Shadow had nowhere to go, she took it as her opportunity. And she enjoyed every moment breaking him down into a little toy for her.
	As Shadow suckled, Rouge brought up a hand and cupped the back of his head, carefully holding it in place so that he keeps his lips right where she wants them. She used another hand to scratch behind his ears, a subtle “congratulations” for his form. She couldn’t hold back the urge to lick her lips. Shadow, meanwhile, felt the urge to bring his arms up to hug her carefully. He wasn’t up for this in the past the first few times he did this, but, maybe due to repeated exposure, he came to enjoy it. He enjoyed that warmth it gave his chest and the tingling it sent through his body, his toes curling in response to those feelings.
	Eventually, she grasped the back of his head, and carefully popped him off, her soft, initial tug signaling for him to stop. So, she dragged him over to her other breast, the nipple hovering before his lips like a fishing hook with a worm on it.
	“Come get it~” Rouge said as if she were trying to get a dog to do a trick. “I know this is one of your favorite treats~” 
	“Rgh…” Shadow grunted, turning his gaze away from her in defiance. However, despite himself, he leaned forwards again, clasping this nipple in his mouth. Rouge’s wings fluttered a little at the sensation, similar sensations going through Shadow’s body again.
	“Ha~” Rouge sighed. “Oh, you know how to take a load off my shoulders~” She cradled him close again, now stroking the back of his head. “Mmm… You’re free to get off now. I think your next gift’s about ready~ It’s your favorite~” Shadow looked up at her curiously. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, Rouge liked to call *a lot* of things his favorite, from a stroking to the right place, to a smooch here and there, and a whole score of other things. However, his questions would soon be answered once Rouge turned around.
	His eyes widened as Rouge’s latex-clad ass hovered above his face. He was still alarmed at just how big it was compared to him. The combined mass of her cheeks could completely encompass his face! They wobbled slightly as they moved into position above him, her latex clinging tightly and leaving very little to the imagination. Shadow felt a familiar tingle down south as he watched her loom overhead. She was right a little bit, that was one of his favorites.
	Shadow remembered after he’d grown subservient to the kisses, there were times where he wouldn’t wait for them. He’d just hop into bed and rest, disregarding those warm lips. However, a sleeping victim was all the more enticing to Rouge. At first it was gradual: Shadow’d stir in his sleep a little until his arms and face would find something much softer to snuggle up against. He’d end up wearing that soft thing like a snorkel mask as he twisted to fit himself into place. And after a few nights where he’d get cuddly with it, Rouge would escalate to placing her knees on either side of his head, before lowering herself upon him. And he remembered how similar the sensation felt to that nice cuddling earlier. It didn’t hurt that she’d give a few special touches while she smothered him.
	And then, seemingly just as quickly as that rump came into view, it descended towards him. And just like before, his face was covered up, firmly wedged between her cheeks, each of which managed to come down upon the soil beneath Shadow. Once again, he was practically swallowed up by Rouge’s commendable curves. And, predictably, Shadow’s hands came up to cup those cheeks, lightly groping them. He could feel a slight shiver go through Rouge.
	“Aren’t we bold~?” she cooed. Shadow’s hands froze in place, simply hovering over her cheeks, as if fearing he’d set off some trap at the slightest movement. However, Rouge’s hands simply hovered over his chest, not touching him but close enough for it to practically feel like she is. “Well, if you’re indulging yourself, I see no reason why I can’t~” And then, she pressed down on his chest, her fingers curling around his pecs. Shadow’s whole form shook at that touch, Rouge letting out a slight laugh, both at how she could make him tremble, and at the feeling of his head shaking against her butt. 
She licked her lips, and slowly dragged her hands down his trunk. As they went down, she’d adjust the angle of her hands, her fingers going form brushing along his front side to gliding along his sides, her tips giving a slight tickle to him. However, her position of power brought on a bit of nervousness to the hedgehog, making it so, rather than laughing, he simply shook and let out a nervous grumble. Soon, he’d feel her hands on either leg, them gently grasping his thighs. Under Rouge’s care, Shadow would find himself getting excited more and more easily. And apparently having a lady grasp his legs possessively while sitting on top of him would be enough to start that stirring. He could practically feel Rouge beaming down at his lower half.
“Aw, don’t get too excited~” she said. “I still want a piece of you~” Shadow gave a nervous wriggle under her as she spoke, which was easily halted by Rouge’s grip. That only helped to build his excitement: being rendered a prisoner to her helped light that fire between his legs. And he could already anticipate what was coming as one of her hands unclasped his leg, it finger-walking to the space between either of them. Shadow was sure he would’ve begged until Rouge got a firm grip.
And once she held him, she began stroking, up and down, up and down. Slowly, painfully slowly, her hand went up and down his shaft, her movements easily getting him hard. His whole body froze up underneath her, let completely submissive to her touch as she stroked him, her fingers tickling the tip at the height of their ascent, before going down and gripping his base tightly as it climbed up. It was like she was trying to squeeze something out of a tube on the trip up. Shadow was left panting beneath her as Rouge continued her little game with his very, personal part.
It didn’t take too long before Shadow was at full mast. And then, she removed her hand. And as silly as it feels to complain, Shadow couldn’t help but feel his dick’s a little cold and exposed without Rouge’s grip. And then, the bat stood up, freeing his face from the darkness of her latex rear. 
“Stay down,” she commanded, beginning to step out of his view. Shadow complied, lying flat on the ground, his whole body feeling cold without Rouge to cover him up. He waited and waited, the lack of her slowly stoking the longing flame within him. However, after a bit, he heard a light thud near him. He peeked out of the corner of his eye… It was her latex suit, without a body filling it. And then, he heard soft footsteps near him. “You can look now.” With that, Shadow faced towards his legs, where he could see a pair of tan legs on either side of his waist. Then, he looked up.
It wasn’t always when Rouge was naked. But when she was, that usually meant she was going in for the kill. Shadow would never last long with her naked form squeezing around him. Odds are he would’ve gotten hard if she’d exposed herself like this, but the lead-up’s always made the final payoff all the sweeter. Odds are, Rouge felt the same way. A theory confirmed when, instead of teasing or giggling, Rouge went down.
She straddled Shadow’s hips, forcibly shoving his member into her nether lips. And just as quickly as she was upon him, she draped over him like a blanket, shoving his face into her cleavage. She pumped her hips up and down his length, her panting as she rode him. Her hips pounded away as fast as she possibly could, and all the while Shadow’s flame of lust grew hotter and hotter. He throbbed in her grip, and was left huffing and puffing from Rouge’s efforts.
“Mistress…” Shadow uttered. Fortunately, Rouge came to recognize whenever Shadow neared his limits. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head and held him tightly against her chest, and she squeezed him tight, her tits wrapped tightly around him as she pounded away, intent on taking everything she could from him. One… Two… “HNNNNNG!” Rouge shut her eyes as she felt Shadow pump his hips forwards, his cock surging within her, him submitting his load to her.
She sighed and lifted herself off of him, his spent and limp dick sliding out of her. She simply lied over Shadow for a little, panting softly.
“Ha… Mmm~ I really needed that, Shadow baby~” she said thankfully. However, there wasn’t a response. “Shadow?” Curious, she peeked between her breasts. There, she could see that her boytoy’s nice and asleep. It seems like all the stress she put him through, combined with a bit of overheat from the grip of her breasts, might’ve taken a toll on him. Poor thing didn’t have the strength to stay awake now. She grinned and stood, sliding her suit on.
Once she was dressed, she scoops Shadow up, carrying him bridal style. She held him close, nuzzling against his face, before softly kissing his brow.
“Rest up. You’ll need it later~” she cooed. She stroked his face a little, while walking back to the row to reenter her house.