Rouge was in a foul mood as she walked down the street. While her bad moods were few and far between of late thanks to work providing her with so many “stress relievers” it was because of work her mood was so dour today. So she was working it out by indulging in one of her other favorite hobbies, namely walking around as close to naked as was acceptable for a woman and basking in the attention. Namely a very tight two piece bikini that was just enough to cover her pussy and her ass on the bottom and basically only covered her nipples on the top.


Rouge loved the stares that the passersby gave her, no matter the reason for them. The hungry lustful gazes of men and women barely managing to not drool at the sight of her generous endowments, the jealous gaze of less confident women, or the gazes of loathing from men who knew they had a snowball's chance in lava reef of getting with her. Rouge drank it all in owning her sexuality. Sex was power to the bat, men and women both looked at her and imagined her some wanton slut without a thought in her head, but the truth was with a few well chosen words -ring or no ring- she could have them wrapped around her fingers in moment.


Sadly no amount of walking the city would remove the task that awaited her.  Rouge sighed as she opened the entrance to the center once more heading down the stairs to the hall and through to the cell of today's target, source of her ire.


Scourge the hedgehog was a menace in green. Behind those sparkling blue eyes was an insatiable appetite for more. More sex more money more attention more destruction more violence. Scourge seemed to exist as though everyone in the world owed him everything they had to offer. The green super speedster was the source of much gossip throughout knothole and its allies. Theories about him abounded, Sonic’s evil twin, Sonic’s evil split personality (Rouge would have bought that one if not for witnessing the Dark Super), an Evil clone of Sonic. And even wilder theories the truth was both more and less fantastic. Scourge was the one of the last survivors of a negative polarity universe where he had been the fastest thing alive. The Olive hued hedgehog was currently hanging from the chains of her playroom; it had been the easiest way to make sure he couldn’t attack her and or escape. 


“Well hanging here is a real snore but at least the view is getting-” Rouge cut Scourge off, lifting her hand and silencing him with a shot from the trance ring.


“Alright, you living headache…” Rouge started as she took a seat. “...I’m in charge of dealing with you and since the freedom fighters want you as far away from them as feasible... I considered turning you into an astronaut but decided that was just passing the buck.” Rouge yawned as she regarded the irritant. “Personally I think execution is a perfectly suitable punishment for your list of crimes but softer hearts are in charge.” Rouge  made a dismissive gesture waving that grievance away. “So I've elected to kill you metaphorically. I’m going to wipe your mind clean like taking a magnet to a hard drive.  Every thought you’ve ever had, every word you’ve ever spoken, everything you have ever felt washed down the drain of your mind never to be seen again. Today Scourge the hedgehog dies... And Malachite is born.”  Rouge said as examined the other ring on her hand. 


“Today wouldn’t have even been possible if not for Tails giving me this.” The bat monologued as she looked on the silver band and its square cut red gem. “Magic rings aren’t exactly rare but ones with power like this? The power to heal any wound, cure any disease, to reshape the body like clay! Oh if he knew what he had handed over… Hell if i’d have known what it was when he first gave it to me that fox would have gotten his world rocked!” Rouge giggled as she felt the ring’s power. The Molder’s ring was unlike the fiery warmth she experienced when she used the Trance ring. It was a cool feeling like stepping out into pouring rain after a hot sunny day. The  ring let out not a beam but  drew a grid of red lines over the green hedgehog.


“I suddenly understand why Eggman is always yammering to himself. Sometimes you just gotta tell the whole world about what you are doing.” Rouge said as the ring purged Scourge's scars and various diseases. “There we go now you're clean enough to put to work.”  Rouge put her hand to her chin. “Not looking like that though I don't want any awkward questions.” she said darkening the hedgehogs fur slightly with a thought. “Can’t have a nasty hanging around a fine establishment like Club Rouge.” she said as she pinched the hedgehogs waist in with a gesture from her free hand. “Nope my clientele expect the best.” Rouge declared as she made a groping gesture swelling the Hedgehog’s chest into breasts that grew larger and fuller until Rouge stopped giving her future employee a hefty rack. “Girls who work at my place have quality.” she affirmed as she narrowed the hedgehog's shoulders and continued narrowing his body so that his waist and hips were the widest point. “And quantity.” she added smirking as she swelled the hedgehog's butt and thighs to motherly proportions. Rouge wordlessly groped the air reshaping the hedgehog's legs giving him shapely and sensual legs. She moved back up to his face making gestures like applying makeup.  She flicked her wrists straightening his eyelashes drawing them out longer. With a slight brush of the air his cheeks softened. Rouge smiled as she applied invisible lipstick to the hedgehog making his lips redder. Rouge put her hand to her chin rounding his face. “The good news is girls like you…” Rouge made a cupping motion before shoving back and up causing the hedgehog's cock and balls to push back into his body. “.. are always in demand.” Rouge said pushing her two fingers up and  as she spread two fingers the action formed a pussy in place of Scourge’s old manhood. Rouge let the Molder ring's power go as she lowered the newly transformed hedgehog to the ground.

“Oh such a vision the boys at the club are gonna love you.”  Rouge declared as she activated the Trance ring once again. “Now let me fill that empty head of yours.” Rouge said, tilting Malachite’s head up as she knelt down to whisper into her ear. “You’re a bubble headed bimbo, no need for a past or future all that matters is now. You love to fuck, suck, kiss, fondle, and generally play with cock. You're a flirty shameless girl loving to be bent over and fucked. You love having your tits played with and your pussy fingered for all to see. You love to get up on stage and shake your body about all those hungry stares getting you off. You love being on display that’s why you work for me. I give you all the cute clothes you wear and take off. I provide you a place to get the lewd stares and fucking you crave. I’m your goddess of beauty and compassion.” Rouge said, running her hands over Malachite’s breasts earning a moan from the hedgehog. “You’ll do whatever I ask, only stopping to ask what I want and how to do it.”


Malachite nodded, smiling dully, her eyes fluttering as she stared at Rouge.  “Yes my Goddess.”


“Good girl, now let’s get you to work.” Rouge said, helping the hedgehog to her feet. “You’ve got a busy night coming.”


---


Rouge was sitting in her private box at Club Rouge, a divine view of not just the stage but also the audience. Rouge was half distracted since Marigold was presently between the club owners legs.


“Well that was one hell of a show right? Tonight’s entertainment concludes with the lovely Malachite!” the announcer declared as the stage lights turned pink. Rouge looked up from her personal pleasures to watch as the hedgehog strolled onto the stage shaking her hips winking at the audiences and blowing kisses. A vibrant pink halter top teased what the audience would soon behold. A pair of equally bright yellow legs showed off what she had to offer. As she reached the end of the runway Malachite bowed low head looking up breast pressed to the ground as she was on her knees popping her ass high, giving the audience an even better look at her assets. That wasn’t what the gesture was about though, you see at the end of the runway was just the right angle for Malachite to look up into the VIP box and thus at Rouge. A pose of supplication before her goddess and the dancing movements that followed were her method of worship. Rouge smiled as the Hedghog wowed the crowd bystripping off her top. In the world of gemstones malachite was representative of transformation and positive changes, Rouge couldn’t help but think her Malachite was proof.