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Risky Rouge's Return - rakuma-imp
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51615491/ *
I wanted to treat myself during the Holidays. ;)
After discovering a new artist, rakuma-imp by witnessing they had Rouge illustrations featuring hypnosis and a neat style, I had the hungering to try them out. Then the idea came out for a hypno tale featuring the seductive bat...but I did want something a little different as I had her drawn as a genie, dancer and all that often...but only *once* as Risky Boots. So the idea went there, a small concept for a tale formed itself and the results are there.
If you like this and wanna commission the artist, they do have a price sheet you can check out here: https://www.deviantart.com/rakuma-i.....PEN-1006769964
And if you like my own stories, little mention of my Patreon right here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what is Risky Rouge up to? Read on and find out!
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RISKY ROUGE STRIKES AGAIN
She ever did seem to possess an edge over them which infuriated him.
Admiral Knuckles did need to to protect the harbor and the many towns from the scourge of piracy, many vessels of brigands and fiendish felons all too eager to pillage and cause mayhem in as many ports as they could reach. While his job was certainly not easy, he did do his best and it was more than often good enough against the likes of the Babylon Rogues, Captain Fang and many more pirates of renown...all save for one, the pain-in-the-rear that was Risky Rouge. Her prowess knew no bounds, ever able to be one step ahead of him through unknown means. A cargo arriving in secrecy, a caravan moving material and priceless goods from one place to another, she always found a way to be on the scene, causing for Knuckles to either arrive in extremis or plainly too late, the bat pirate and her fearsome female companions ever managing to beat him.
The idea was that there was perhaps a traitor in their midst, someone working actively for that group as only his closest retinue knew of such events happening. He worked hard to ensure safety, for riches to remain the property of their owners, with only his own lieutenants aware of the coming-and-going of the merchandise. As successful as he was with others, Risky Rouge always had him beat, teasing and flirting with him all the while, causing some major embarrassment as he never could tell of her sincerity given her actions and choice of career. Nonetheless, he had secretly been observing Espio, Vector and Charmy, all three personal aides of his, to ensure that they were on the up-and-up. More so, he even had those observers spied upon to be certain that nothing would slip past him. The results were a disappointing little pile of nothing, which frustrated him to no end.
“How does she even do it? It makes no sense!” the admiral went on to say, looking at the map upon which he had drawn itineraries, paths, ambush opportunities, lookout points and everything else to ensure that every corners, any possible angles would be covered. Yet he had the idea that somehow, somewhat, she'd find a way around it all. This pessimistic attitude did indicate that he had been working too hard, letting stress and anxiety tire him out as he ate a light supper and then went on to bed. Blowing out the candle and installing himself in comfortable linens on a rather decent mattress, he let himself doze off in the hope that everything would be going alright tomorrow.
This particular expectation would be severely challenged as his own lodgings amidst his own naval base did include something both fanciful yet impractical for his predicament: a window upon the roof. At a careful angle, it would allow for natural light and for one to even see the stars, yet a more pragmatic and disloyal kind of being would certainly see it as an opportunity to go ahead and infiltrate the place. Case in point, it creaked slightly open as a culprit did venture through the surprisingly unlocked alternate entrance to this abode, thus infiltrating the place. This was none other than the Queen of the Emerald Seas herself, Risky Rouge. Possessing indeed the ability to fly thanks to her own wings, it proved child's play for her to use the night sky to her advantage, sneaking about where the real information could be found. Yet even though the map was there to behold, the one thing that did interest her was snoring softly within his bed, vulnerable and downright adorable in such a state.
“Oh Admiral Knuckleeeeeees~” she said, her voice just above a whisper, taunting and teasing with a playful note the one who was her nemesis. He stirred, confused as to this response of hers seemed unreal, impossible even and yet as he recognized the shape of her, alluring yet dangerous and devious, he was about ready to pick up a knife from beneath his pillow, only for her to use a secret though often-used tactic of hers. “Aren't you happy to see me?”
Her skull top, framed in such a way because of style as far as Admiral Knuckles was concerned, was actually her most potent weapon in her arsenal. Unlike cannons, her crew, her saber, her flintlocke pistor and all, it was not something to cause harm more than forgetfulness and cooperation. She was certainly not ignorant of her own appeal, working on it whenever she could through her vestments which put her body on display, her flirtatious attitude, her makeup and her own assets which she did use to its fullest advantage right here and now. With but a thought, she could activate the enchantment which would make a swirling pattern emerge upon the fabric which served as the eyes of her top, a magical item which was more on the obvious side, though still performing well-enough that it would serve its purpose: hypnotizing others. In many other circumstances it would be far too foolhardy to go at it with no clear advantage save surprise, a minimal one on her side this time around, but she was confident enough that Admiral Knuckles would fall for it; he had done so dozens of time before after all.
“H-happy...?” Knuckles tried to say, his mind hesitating, feeling light as a most enticing bosom adorned by spirals of the brightest qualities began to pulsate and glow. Tremors upon his reality, enforcing a different kind of lethargy of rest and relaxation spread through him as he could not avert his gaze. They came closer, wrapping themselves around his concentration and interests, a warm blanket to his own psyche that brought comfort and bliss as the slightest peek at some tan cleavage did arouse him, enhancing the effect such a torso and these patterns had upon him.
“Oh yes, very happy indeed. Why don't you show me around, make me feel welcome?~” Rouge said, placing her hands beneath her upper abdomen in order to really tantalize him before then removing them altogether. She crossed them behind her head, then shook and swayed such a compelling chest in order to entice and mesmerize him further. The drool on his lower lip, the way he fixated and seemed absent-minded told her that she still had him in the palm of her hand as she chuckled softly. “I've noticed a superb map here...would you care to explain everything about it to me in depth?”
Knuckles knew he ought not to do such a thing, but then again a part of him was happy to do so. He really did like what he was seeing, his thoughts becoming a bit incoherent yet they made him feel nice nonetheless. That bosom moved out of the way, the one it belonged to walking backward and beckoning him to follow with a lone finger, an invitation he could not refuse as the world began to spin alongside those swirls. The night turned into colors, inviting and fun-filled as eventually did she guide him towards the map in question. The one with all the plans, informations, addendums and all the like.
“This looks important. Maybe you ought go over it once again out loud to ensure everything will go according to plan,” the kind guest with the sublime chest said to him and Admiral Knuckles had to agree. It always paid to be prepared as he pointed at every corners, who'd be posted where, what kind of tools and weaponry they would possess, what they would be guarding, who was the back-up and where they could be found. A fail-proof approach to protection and preparedness, one he was happy to notice was efficient as Knuckles more than occasionally looked at that swirling chest. It got closer to him the more he spoke, a treat for being so thorough as he smiled and began to feel faint yet also ecstatic. He was flush, aroused, light-headed, comfortable and then a faint yet soft chuckle went on to be heard after he was done. “Good boy. Now...go back to bed~”
SNAP!
Darkness greeted him anew, the heavy sensation of his body pushing against his mattress, the soft linen upon him, yet in that pitch black valley could be found the titillating torso in faint view. Like an ethereal event, a ghost at the edge of his sight, it nonetheless teased him and he focused as he grumbled in his sleep.
“Everything will go right this time. No need to change anything.”
A familiar yet far-away voice told him such facts, reassuring him as he listened and it made the bosom all the clearer. A sweet reward for listening it seemed, one he was happy to receive as he calmed down, his breathing steady while warmth invaded him.
“You will not remember this pleasant dream. It would only distract you from your duty, admiral.”
Already did the swirls and those orbs began to vanish even as they had become more lifelike, yet it seemed inevitable as Knuckles was fast asleep, drowzy beyond what he thought possible. He felt nothing, not even the nearness of who this voice belonged to.
“I also congratulate you on keeping that window above a little open. It can indeed get quite hot around here...you could use some cool night wind~”
He expected more to be heard, but time went on and then silence greeted him time and again, letting his rest go uninterrupted. It was a heavy sleep, the kind which was only ceased upon the clarion call in the base, one meant to awaken privates and commanders alike. He felt a bit groggy, his own slumber heavy yet somewhat refreshing as he prepared for breakfast and for a last briefing with all those involved. This day would be the day, he knew it deep within his truest self.
The day where they'd catch Risky Rouge...
I wanted to treat myself during the Holidays. ;)
After discovering a new artist, rakuma-imp by witnessing they had Rouge illustrations featuring hypnosis and a neat style, I had the hungering to try them out. Then the idea came out for a hypno tale featuring the seductive bat...but I did want something a little different as I had her drawn as a genie, dancer and all that often...but only *once* as Risky Boots. So the idea went there, a small concept for a tale formed itself and the results are there.
If you like this and wanna commission the artist, they do have a price sheet you can check out here: https://www.deviantart.com/rakuma-i.....PEN-1006769964
And if you like my own stories, little mention of my Patreon right here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what is Risky Rouge up to? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
RISKY ROUGE STRIKES AGAIN
She ever did seem to possess an edge over them which infuriated him.
Admiral Knuckles did need to to protect the harbor and the many towns from the scourge of piracy, many vessels of brigands and fiendish felons all too eager to pillage and cause mayhem in as many ports as they could reach. While his job was certainly not easy, he did do his best and it was more than often good enough against the likes of the Babylon Rogues, Captain Fang and many more pirates of renown...all save for one, the pain-in-the-rear that was Risky Rouge. Her prowess knew no bounds, ever able to be one step ahead of him through unknown means. A cargo arriving in secrecy, a caravan moving material and priceless goods from one place to another, she always found a way to be on the scene, causing for Knuckles to either arrive in extremis or plainly too late, the bat pirate and her fearsome female companions ever managing to beat him.
The idea was that there was perhaps a traitor in their midst, someone working actively for that group as only his closest retinue knew of such events happening. He worked hard to ensure safety, for riches to remain the property of their owners, with only his own lieutenants aware of the coming-and-going of the merchandise. As successful as he was with others, Risky Rouge always had him beat, teasing and flirting with him all the while, causing some major embarrassment as he never could tell of her sincerity given her actions and choice of career. Nonetheless, he had secretly been observing Espio, Vector and Charmy, all three personal aides of his, to ensure that they were on the up-and-up. More so, he even had those observers spied upon to be certain that nothing would slip past him. The results were a disappointing little pile of nothing, which frustrated him to no end.
“How does she even do it? It makes no sense!” the admiral went on to say, looking at the map upon which he had drawn itineraries, paths, ambush opportunities, lookout points and everything else to ensure that every corners, any possible angles would be covered. Yet he had the idea that somehow, somewhat, she'd find a way around it all. This pessimistic attitude did indicate that he had been working too hard, letting stress and anxiety tire him out as he ate a light supper and then went on to bed. Blowing out the candle and installing himself in comfortable linens on a rather decent mattress, he let himself doze off in the hope that everything would be going alright tomorrow.
This particular expectation would be severely challenged as his own lodgings amidst his own naval base did include something both fanciful yet impractical for his predicament: a window upon the roof. At a careful angle, it would allow for natural light and for one to even see the stars, yet a more pragmatic and disloyal kind of being would certainly see it as an opportunity to go ahead and infiltrate the place. Case in point, it creaked slightly open as a culprit did venture through the surprisingly unlocked alternate entrance to this abode, thus infiltrating the place. This was none other than the Queen of the Emerald Seas herself, Risky Rouge. Possessing indeed the ability to fly thanks to her own wings, it proved child's play for her to use the night sky to her advantage, sneaking about where the real information could be found. Yet even though the map was there to behold, the one thing that did interest her was snoring softly within his bed, vulnerable and downright adorable in such a state.
“Oh Admiral Knuckleeeeeees~” she said, her voice just above a whisper, taunting and teasing with a playful note the one who was her nemesis. He stirred, confused as to this response of hers seemed unreal, impossible even and yet as he recognized the shape of her, alluring yet dangerous and devious, he was about ready to pick up a knife from beneath his pillow, only for her to use a secret though often-used tactic of hers. “Aren't you happy to see me?”
Her skull top, framed in such a way because of style as far as Admiral Knuckles was concerned, was actually her most potent weapon in her arsenal. Unlike cannons, her crew, her saber, her flintlocke pistor and all, it was not something to cause harm more than forgetfulness and cooperation. She was certainly not ignorant of her own appeal, working on it whenever she could through her vestments which put her body on display, her flirtatious attitude, her makeup and her own assets which she did use to its fullest advantage right here and now. With but a thought, she could activate the enchantment which would make a swirling pattern emerge upon the fabric which served as the eyes of her top, a magical item which was more on the obvious side, though still performing well-enough that it would serve its purpose: hypnotizing others. In many other circumstances it would be far too foolhardy to go at it with no clear advantage save surprise, a minimal one on her side this time around, but she was confident enough that Admiral Knuckles would fall for it; he had done so dozens of time before after all.
“H-happy...?” Knuckles tried to say, his mind hesitating, feeling light as a most enticing bosom adorned by spirals of the brightest qualities began to pulsate and glow. Tremors upon his reality, enforcing a different kind of lethargy of rest and relaxation spread through him as he could not avert his gaze. They came closer, wrapping themselves around his concentration and interests, a warm blanket to his own psyche that brought comfort and bliss as the slightest peek at some tan cleavage did arouse him, enhancing the effect such a torso and these patterns had upon him.
“Oh yes, very happy indeed. Why don't you show me around, make me feel welcome?~” Rouge said, placing her hands beneath her upper abdomen in order to really tantalize him before then removing them altogether. She crossed them behind her head, then shook and swayed such a compelling chest in order to entice and mesmerize him further. The drool on his lower lip, the way he fixated and seemed absent-minded told her that she still had him in the palm of her hand as she chuckled softly. “I've noticed a superb map here...would you care to explain everything about it to me in depth?”
Knuckles knew he ought not to do such a thing, but then again a part of him was happy to do so. He really did like what he was seeing, his thoughts becoming a bit incoherent yet they made him feel nice nonetheless. That bosom moved out of the way, the one it belonged to walking backward and beckoning him to follow with a lone finger, an invitation he could not refuse as the world began to spin alongside those swirls. The night turned into colors, inviting and fun-filled as eventually did she guide him towards the map in question. The one with all the plans, informations, addendums and all the like.
“This looks important. Maybe you ought go over it once again out loud to ensure everything will go according to plan,” the kind guest with the sublime chest said to him and Admiral Knuckles had to agree. It always paid to be prepared as he pointed at every corners, who'd be posted where, what kind of tools and weaponry they would possess, what they would be guarding, who was the back-up and where they could be found. A fail-proof approach to protection and preparedness, one he was happy to notice was efficient as Knuckles more than occasionally looked at that swirling chest. It got closer to him the more he spoke, a treat for being so thorough as he smiled and began to feel faint yet also ecstatic. He was flush, aroused, light-headed, comfortable and then a faint yet soft chuckle went on to be heard after he was done. “Good boy. Now...go back to bed~”
SNAP!
Darkness greeted him anew, the heavy sensation of his body pushing against his mattress, the soft linen upon him, yet in that pitch black valley could be found the titillating torso in faint view. Like an ethereal event, a ghost at the edge of his sight, it nonetheless teased him and he focused as he grumbled in his sleep.
“Everything will go right this time. No need to change anything.”
A familiar yet far-away voice told him such facts, reassuring him as he listened and it made the bosom all the clearer. A sweet reward for listening it seemed, one he was happy to receive as he calmed down, his breathing steady while warmth invaded him.
“You will not remember this pleasant dream. It would only distract you from your duty, admiral.”
Already did the swirls and those orbs began to vanish even as they had become more lifelike, yet it seemed inevitable as Knuckles was fast asleep, drowzy beyond what he thought possible. He felt nothing, not even the nearness of who this voice belonged to.
“I also congratulate you on keeping that window above a little open. It can indeed get quite hot around here...you could use some cool night wind~”
He expected more to be heard, but time went on and then silence greeted him time and again, letting his rest go uninterrupted. It was a heavy sleep, the kind which was only ceased upon the clarion call in the base, one meant to awaken privates and commanders alike. He felt a bit groggy, his own slumber heavy yet somewhat refreshing as he prepared for breakfast and for a last briefing with all those involved. This day would be the day, he knew it deep within his truest self.
The day where they'd catch Risky Rouge...
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