Chapter 1 - First Catch: A Grumpy Agent (sexy)

Shadow had a problem.
Good, this sentence seems rather redundant, if one is aware of the ultimate life form’s personal history, but this problem was very peculiar.
To explain it quickly: Shadow the Hedgehog had no idea what to do with free time.
Ever since reawakening from his forced hibernation, he had been following personal duties, had tried to find out the truth about himself, fought for good and evil and finally found peace.
But these days, he was a G.U.N. agent.
 
And it was not as if he did not like this job.
 
He was respected by his peers and superiors, had a solid income and it allowed him to honour Maria’s wish to make the world a better place. All in all, he could not have a finer job.
The only problem he had with this job was called “regulated working hours”.
 
Revenge, Self discovery and the like were full time engagements. Things that you did in every waking hour.
One did not swear eternal revenge and plan to have free weekends.
 
But in his current job, he would go on a mission, take days and sometimes longer to fulfil it.
And then the Commander would tell him to take a few days or a week off.
 
And due to union rules, he could not even demand more work.
Fighting Robotnik was one thing, but ever since Germany had joined the G.U.N., messing with the union was too terrifying for even the Ultimate Lifeform to even consider.
 
Of course, Shadow had considered getting a second job, but then he had to face another reality: He didn’t really need much money. His apartment was sponsored by G.U.N., he was not picky if it came to food and he did not have any expensive hobbies.
 
He didn’t need additional revenues.
 
Nor did he have any kind of advanced education or the urge to obtain it.
 
Training was fine, but even the focused hedgehog would get sick of testing his strength again and again in the VR rooms. He did not grow tired, but he did get bored.
 
In between, he had tried his hands at EX racing after Rouge had talking him into it and found that he excelled at it. And while it was entertaining at first, it had given him something he could not stand: Fame. And he already had enough issues fending off people who thought him to be his arch-rival, so he only raced on rare occasions. And every interview with Omochao stirred the urge to stuff that annoying little thing back into a gun and watch him bounce off walls.
 
Recently he had taken on reading, but so far, he had some troubles finding a genre that interested him. The struggles of fictional characters seemed so trivial, compared to what he had taken on. Save the world a few times and almost destroy it equally often… yes, that would be more interesting than “Will they or won’t they?”.
Watching TV was beyond boring and even the internet, in its vastness, had yet to provide the right stimulus for the hedgehog.
 
And so it came that the ultimate life form was sitting in a bar, not far away from the G.U.N. headquarters. He was clad in a dark grey coat, a black scarf, a fedora hat, to conceal his identity and a pair of army trousers.
 
Nursing a first and usually last drink, he weighted his options of what to do over the weekend.
Training came to mind, but he was pretty sure that G.U.N. would not let him use their VR training rooms again. They still had not repaired the one wall he had accidentally punched out with a slightly overpowered Chaos Blast.
Luckily, they had good insurance.
 
“Darn weekend!” the hedgehog muttered and took a sip “Darn puny humans and their unions!”  
 
Until now, he had at least Omega to spend time with.
 
Unlike living beings like him, the robot had not been forced to join the union and could go constantly on missions and only had to pause for maintenance and recharging.
 
But ever since Omega had gotten himself a girlfriend, things had changed.
 
Now, he would reject Shadow’s offers to join him on his quest to destroy Robotnik and rather went with Blaze the Cat on sprees of destruction and mayhem.
 
Or as they called it:
Foreplay
 
Once, they had allowed him along and it felt wrong on many levels. The determined, silent and familiar companionship between him and Omega had been replaced by them complimenting each other on how huge craters they made and how good they looked in the light of the recently lit inferno.
Talk what you want about the aesthetic of destruction and violence, but getting off on it was even beyond Shadow’s zone of comfort.
 
The hedgehog let out a sigh. What was a constant loner supposed to do? Resting and recuperation just didn’t take him as long as it did others. Nor was it stimulating.
Lazily, he rested his head on his hand and trailed the rim of the glass with his finger.
Lately, Rouge had often complained that he would only care about business…
“Maybe I should visit her.” He muttered quietly.
“Sure, great idea. And then what? Listen to her go on and on about jewels, those other agents, she doesn’t like or how her club is going?” a sour voice in the back of his head asked and Shadow shook his head. That was simply not true and he knew that. Rouge, for all her flaws, had always been the most… endurable… tolerable… not completely grading? No, even enjoyable company he had ever taken on himself.
“Maybe I should pretend to ask her about opening locks or something.” He considered quietly well aware that there was hardly any door in the known universe that posed a hindrance to him. “At least then I can pretend that I didn’t come to her because I was bored. Or because I enjoy her company.”
And why would that be so bad?
Shadow shook his head. Where had that thought come from?
He was Shadow the Hedgehog! The ultimate life form! The dark protector of the planet and humanities hope!
“And how does that keep you from showing attachment?” asked the voice again “You liked Maria, didn’t you?”
“What is in this drink?” Shadow asked grimly and smelled the liquid.
But there was not much use in denying it: He had been feeling a bit lonely lately. Maybe he should give in and accompany the bat on one of her treasure hunting jigs. He could still just leave if he had no fun, right?
 
The hedgehog let out a groan and decided that there was no shame in just trying to be nice to his friend. She was, after all, his friend and while he was proud (Sonic would say arrogant) and strong willed (Rouge would say stubborn), he tried to treat his friends well. But it was sometimes difficult.
 
Those things that had happened between them during the Emerl crisis and that darn Christmas party, where she had gotten a tad too tipsy and he had remained a little too sober and had volunteered to bring her home and tried his best to overhear her innuendos and only managed to leave quickly, because between pushing his head between her breasts and nibbling his ear while he was giving her a piggyback ride, the bat had fallen asleep.
 
He was not sure how to take that.
 
Rumours said that she was at best far from chaste.
 
Then again: How much could one trust the scribbles in the men’s bathroom?
 
Shadow finished his drink and left just enough money on the counter.
He was no simpleton. Piloting and driving many vehicles, bending chaos itself to his will and knowing exactly where to hit a computer room, so it did just what he wanted it to do took quite a bit of finesse.
But emotional things had always been difficult for him. Fighting, tactics and strategy were his forte and comfort zone. Things always went so… messy with emotions.
 
Granted, hitting a Black Arms soldier with a rocket launcher was also messy, but it was the kind of messy that could be dealt with through the use of a rough sponge and some soap water.
 
As he left the bar, cold, night air hit his face. Not allowing himself to flinch, he turned and walked through the city streets.
 
His apartment was not far away and he might as well just go home, get some sleep and see if visiting Rouge was still meeting his fancy tomorrow.
“I should be able to catch the news.” He said quietly, unaware that his words were being heard. “Maybe Robotnik does another scheme and I can offer my support…”
 
The walk home was uneventful. Several people were on the sidewalks and the streets still full of cars. Central city never rested, never slept. The lights, the sounds, the people… it always reminded Shadow why he avoided the company of others.
Even when his memories had been hidden under layers of amnesia and misinformation he had always kept his need for solitude and quietness.
The place of his birth had been, after all, a space colony, filled with loud machines and constant neon lights. A place where quiet and darkness were rare and desirable, while problems lead to people running outside, red lights and alarm bells going off. Maybe it had been his upbringing as part science experiment that had lead to his need for privacy as well, but the hedgehog usually avoided analyzing his own psyche.
 
Too many dark places.
 
He was crossing the parking lot of his apartment, when a sound hit his ear.
The sound of something big falling.
 
Shadow jumped forwards as something big “landed” behind him. The sound of cracking concrete and the following dust cloud agreed.
 
The hedgehog rolled over the pavement and stood, ready to attack whatever it was.
But his eyes went wide as the dust cleared.
 
A massive creature slowly emerged from the dispersing dust. Enormous, strong limbed and snarling, a monster approached.
 
But the face was so familiar!
 
“SHADOW! HELP ME!” the were-bat growled eyes wide and filled despair and… something else.
 
“Rouge? What happened to you?” Shadow asked voice filled with worry. His eyes darted over the huge creature that used to be his ally. She was now taller than him, covered in thick, unkempt, white fur, except in he face, hands and feet, stomach… there and THERE!
And since when did Rouge pierce THEM?
 
Shadow quickly averted his gaze.
 
Even if the bat was horribly transformed and asking for his help, she was clearly not decent and what friend would lose his gaze in those wonderful, big, creamy mounds of… NO! FOCUS!
 
“HELP ME! SHADOW! MAKE IT BETTER!” Rouge demanded further and held her temples with her huge, tan hands. Seeing the hedgehog had not helped her sapient self. The ultimate life form looked really good in a coat and the open concern that he hardly ever showed for anyone tugged on a string in her heart.
Her darn lower instincts jumped at the chance to take over. Rouge was desperately wrestling with herself. It had already been hard enough to keep her body from just snatching up the hedgehog from the street and carrying him off to her club or the next high building. But now it was getting worse by the second.
 
Shadow meanwhile had his own problems. He had no idea what was going on and he could not look at the bat’s naked form without blushing like a schoolboy. Rouge had turned into some kind of gigantic, fuzzy and very sexy monster.
And it was the last part that really made it difficult. Shadow could deal with Monsters. But not with giant, naked… well… Rouge had never been underdeveloped.
 
Still, his comrade was in pain and he forced himself into action. “Rouge! Calm down!” he demanded, carefully raising his hands. “Please… try to relax and tell me what happened to you.” He continued, still avoiding direct eye contact with the bat and especially with the big shiny rings.
 
“Emeralds! Hurt me!” Rouge growled, still holding her head, only half aware of the question. The other half only cared about the hedgehog himself and what he meant to her.
 
“Chaos energy! As usual...” the hedgehog muttered. “Ok, Rouge. Just keep your calm.” He said loudly and hopefully calmingly. For all he knew, Rouge was holing off her blood lust and was seconds from levelling the block. “First we get you off the streets and then I will get you some help! You will be all right. I promise!” And he meant it. Remembering what she had once told him, Shadow forced a smile on his face. “I’m not gonna leave you, ally!”
 
And the vicious circle closed.
Had the hedgehog been aggressive, angry or mean, it would have been much easier for the bat to remain in control. But Shadow’s kindness was a rare and precious gift and it made her heart flutter. And the beast used that to take full control. Rouge was pushed into the depths of her subconscious.
 
The were-bat snarled one last time and then, her features relaxed. She pushed out her massive chest, letting the golden chains dangle and shine in the lights of the city before licking her ebony lips. Slowly, she set one tan foot before the other, even in her bestial state, her hips swayed alluringly.
 
Tragically, the hedgehog misunderstood the signals, thinking that Rouge had calmed herself. After all: What attacker would walk like that?
 
His defense was down just long enough for the were-bat to hug him, scoop him up in her strong arms and press the surprised mobian against her massive breasts.
 
Had she done anything, ANYTHING else, Shadow would have been able to react appropriately, but right now, he was completely lost.
All he could focus on were two giant, fleshy mounts of sheer wonder that rubbed and squished against his face. They still had the slight fragrance of Rouge’s favourite perfume that mixed with the natural, slightly musky scent of the were-bat. While the giant rings scratched against his neck and shoulders, he could feel every inch of her cleavage rub against his lips and cheeks. They were so warm and soft.
 
His breath went faster at the sheer onslaught of conflicting emotions.
Being held in those strong arms, feeling the warmth and tenderness of this embrace was completely confusing. And alluring.
 
After a few moments, he managed to pull back. Pressing his hands against her stomach and pushing himself upwards in her embrace, he managed to ease her grasp a bit.
Finally, he managed to get his face out of her massive breasts and by chance, their eyes met.
 
Again, Shadow was completely taken aback by what he saw.
Rouge had always been a seductress and teaser and sometimes it was difficult to read her correctly or see concern between joke and truth, but this, this was pure, unbridled joy.
She was squeezing him against her chest with a broad, greedy smile and slowly sinking, relaxed ears.
 
What the hell was going on?
 
Shadow tried pushing out of her arms, but soon found her to be physically stronger than him and far more determined to hold him tight. 
The were-bat began rubbing her cheek against his forehead, cooing happily at her catch.
 
A dangerous shiver ran over Shadow’s spine and he took a deep breath.
Whatever the reason for this treatment was, he could not deny that being hugged and cuddled by the massive creature was somewhat enjoyable. But it was muddled by his worries about the bat’s wellbeing.
 
As if to answer, Rouge shifted her grasp and ran a clawed hand over the ultimate life form’s back and shoulder. Her warm fingers ascended to the back of his head and she began to gently play with the spines in the back of his head.
 
Shadow’s blush meanwhile reached deep crimson. He had no idea how to respond. The love-crazy bat was stronger and more determined than him and he was sure that striking out would be a bad idea. But what should he do? Just allow her to cuddle and caress him, as if he was a chao? On some level, he did enjoy the attention, but everything else about this situation was completely crazy!
 
Suddenly, her touch changed again, and Rouge gently tipped his head upward, smiling at him with pink cheeks.
“Rouge? What are you doing?” was the best, the hedgehog could ask worriedly.
 
As if to answer, Rouge pulled him up higher and pushed her lips onto his.
Shadow’s eyes popped open in surprise and he tried to pull back, but was stopped as her firm hand pushed against the back of his head.
The kiss began gentle and even sweet. Her dark lips simply pushed against his, all while sending a hot prickling over his entire face. But soon she changed the pace, moving her lips in short, twitching motions and after a few seconds, she let out a growl from the back of her throat and let go.
The kiss became greedy and sloppy, lost in desire and lust. Her lips moved roughly and without much plan, sometimes nibbling at his, sometimes sucking on them and sometimes giving him a gentle bite. The hedgehog felt his cheeks burn hot and sparks jump down his spine. He had just had his first kiss. And it was with his mutated best friends.
Shadow was mostly too shocked to effectively fight back. His mouth was being assaulted by his best friend and he had no idea what to do… or if he should do anything at all. Denying the pleasure of being held and kissed by the monstrous bat became harder and harder by the moment.
 
The kiss broke and Shadow was left panting. He felt his erection building beneath his pants, his body surging with bolts of pleasure at the rough, yet affectionate handling and his mind going fuzzy. Almost limp, he was mercilessly cuddled and caressed.
Rouge wasn’t exactly showing finesse in her approach, but it clear that his enjoyment was as much her goal as her own. As Shadow’s hoarse gasps and softs grunts under her touch only edged her on. The little voice that had compelled her to seek him out had been right: He did make it better!
So she continued her treatment by stroking his spines and holding him close. She cooed and growled happily at the feeling of the firm, slender muscled hedgehog in her arms, the feeling of his spines between her fingers and the still burning feeling of his lips on hers.
 
But she wanted more!
 
The ultimate life form was hit with an onslaught of tender kisses on his face, cheeks and temples. Every single one of them sent a shower of electricity from his skin directly into his brain. Her lips were just so soft and gentle. How weird that such a strong, bestial creature had such a soft mouth.
 In between, Rouge nibbled, sucked and gently bit his tendering flesh without mercy and relenting. Whatever sentience was left in her loved the smell and slightly salty taste of the hedgehog. How every kiss warmed her lips and made her heart skip yet another beat. Even though her instincts had won over, Rouge’s deeply hidden feelings motivated every action. It made her so happy to feel him close, enjoy the feeling of his muscles and the scent of his spines.
As another peak of happiness in her was reaches, Rouge pulled his face close again. Aiming in for another kiss on his face.
Shadow averted his face, doing his best not to succumb to the happily grunting and purring were-bat. His cheek received a heartfelt, if a bit soggy kiss. Rouge suckled and licked his cheek, greedily leaving her wet mark on the hedgehog’s cheek.
 
Suddenly, she felt her muscled and furry thighs close around the back of his legs, drawing him closer. The warmth of her soft fur pressed his erection between his belly and her, making him sigh at the touch. Having someone else touch it felt so...
Suddenly something hit him: Why didn’t he feel her weight?
The hedgehog’s eyes shot open and went wide.
 
At some point during the make-out, Rouge had begun to flap her wings and carry him off!
The apartment building, where he resided, was far below him and even the taller buildings were slightly beneath them.
 
This was bad, but at least it called the hedgehog back to reality.
 
He had to get away! He had to help Rouge and not sit around an allow her to have her way with him. No matter how much he was enjoying himself.
 
Shadow went through his options and opted for the path that would hurt the bat the least. She was still Rouge after all!
 
In a moment, when the were-bat was busy rubbing him between her breasts and soflty growling his name, he pushed his head down and forward, to escape her strong hold. Meanwhile, he grabbed a bushel of the hair on her thighs and when her hold was not as firmed, pulled outwards-
 
The bat let out a howl and as Shadow fired his jet-shoes, pushing himself out of the embrace. Performing a backflip, he was about to prepare how to handle the fall. He had not fully turned and was now head-first.
The lights of the skyscraper windows came closer and closer.
The ultimate life form was just about to try and finish his flip, so he could use his shoes to slow his fall, when a strong hand grabbed his leg and yanked him upwards.
 
How had she moved so fast?
 
Hanging from Rouge’s hand, Shadow considered kicking the were-bat. But suddenly her strong finger moved and with a loud click a row of the small jet-tubes fell popped off his shoe,
The hedgehog bit his lip.
Rouge knew about the little flaw in his shoes. The fact that the tubes got brittle over time and had to be replaced regularly. Without them, the shoes’ pressure was not focused enough to keep him from falling.  
 
But how did the were-bat knew? She was not Rouge, was she? Rouge did not…
 
His focus was broken as the bat held him higher, tore off his coat and looked at him, She held his face before in front of hers and he saw how her eyes went half-shut and her smile became dreamier. She turned her price around and pressed him against her chest.
 
Shadow felt her massive breasts heave against his back. For a moment he hoped, his spikes would at least slow the amorous bat down, but apparently, the creature was made of sterner stuff.
Rouge wrapped her legs around his, her hips being around the height of his knees now and squeezed him happily against herself.
For a short while, Shadow did his best to elbow and kick the bat, but it soon became clear that he was out of luck. She was making sure, he had an awkward position to fight her and was abusing her superior strength gladly. As soon as the hedgehog’s flailing let up, she began trailing her hands over his chest and arms. She gave his muscles a rough squeezing, especially his chest and dug her fingers into his fur. Shadow let out a gasp as he felt her pink claws scratch over his skin, not breaking it, but leaving small red streaks beneath his fur.
 
The were-bat cooed happily, pulling on his white triangle and trailing the red lines on his arms.
Shivering from the treatment and gasping from her roughness Shadow pressed his eyes close. His former… engagement had been tender and gentle, but after the adrenaline rush, Rouge was greedy for a rougher treatment.
 
Shadow bit his lip. His body was reacting to every single stroke and grope and the erection that had almost disappeared during the fall was back with a vengeance. It was amazing how the were-bat pushed his buttons and he gasped loudly, when he felt sharp teeth nibble and tease his ear. Desperately, he pressed his eyes close and tried to think of something else.
Not about how her tongue snakes out and circled his ear, teasing and caressing it with every square inch of her organ. How a slight dampness reached his lower back, clearly coming from the place where her legs were wrapped around him.
How he could hear her tail wagging happily, so loud it even drowned out the beating of her wings.
 
Rouge was his best friend!
 
She was clearly not hersel, right? 
 
They were out in the open above a city full of people!
 
This was wrong in so many ways!
 
And yet…
 
 It was so difficult to not just lean back and simply join the bat in her lustful frenzy.
Somewhere beneath all that savagery, he could swear, he felt his friend.
The way she smelled, the sharpness of her canines, the well sized breasts and those little cooing sounds that he could sometimes hear when Rouge was looking at jewellery.
Electricity and tension ran through his entire body and his attempts at resistance grew weaker and weaker.
 
“Shadow!”
 
His eyes shot open.
 
Rouge had stopped nibbling his ear and softly whispered his name.
 
“Rouge?” the aroused hedgehog asked in surprise. He was turned around and looked into two deep, blue-green eyes. The pupils were still slits, but they were the eyes of his friend. Deep, sneaky with a hint of mischief. But also kind, loyal and cunning.
 
“My Shadow!” the were-bat whispered lovingly and squeezed the hedgehog against her massive breasts.
 
And this time, Shadow returned the hug. Furry and strong, yet gentle arms and legs held him close as he laid his head onto her chest and allowed himself to relax.
He had cared about her for a long time. But he had let himself be distracted by his own issues. Trying not to face the fact that the beautiful jewel thief had stolen his heart.
 
Suddenly the lights around them dimmed.
 
Shadow looked around. They were in Rouge’s home? Had the bat carried him here, while she had been fondling and groping him? Well, he had been distracted.
She didn’t even land and the wind from her wings knocked over a vase and at least one lamp as the bat carried her prize into her lair.
 
Shadow was dropped onto the bed.
 
For a second, he thought about escaping, but Rouge followed instantly, sitting down on his hips and pushing onto him with quite a bit of her weight.
The ultimate life form looked up at the enormous creature that knelt on him. The light of Midnight Babylon let the metal rings in her nipples and a few small beads of sweat on her giant breasts blink in gold and silver.
 
Rouge grabbed Shadow’s shoulder and pulled him into a tight embrace.
The hedgehog’s face was meshed against the soft mounds of flesh, the huge chain links rubbing against his cheeks. Quickly, he slipped his gloves off, leaving only the inhibitor rings on his arms and grabbed the supple flesh. His dark fingers sunk into the tan flesh and Rouge cooed loudly with every kneading motion he made.
Rouge always had an amazing size, but the were-bat was gargantuan in this regard. Yet the breasts did not sack or feel like jelly. They were firm, soft and still carried a bit of Rouge’s perfume.
 
Shadow’s head spun as he rubbed his cheek against the warm flesh. Greedily, he aimed for her nipple and wrapped his lips around it.
The ring was slightly in the way, but he still managed to get the tip in his mouth and suck and bite roughly. His other hand grabbed the other ring and pulled up. The weight was incredible.
Rouge growled and flapped her wings, delighted by Shadow rough treatment. She let our several raspy growls as the hedgehog pulled and teased her sensual mounds, all while rubbing against his still covered groin. Her tail wagged happily from left to right.
 
The hedgehog felt her hand run over his back while the other hand padded his head and stroked his cheek. He let out a gasp as he felt her sharp nails dig into his back for a moment, yet shuddered equally as she placed a kiss on his forehead. It was strange how feral glee and roughness of the were-bat still let the tenderness of his ally shine through.
 
It was Rouge… she wanted him… and it felt so right.
 
His hand moved down and he grabbed a hand full of her butt.
Beneath the fluffy fur was a soft skin, yet he felt a hard muscles flex. He gave her a muffled spank.
 
Suddenly the bat pushed him down on the bed, both palms on his shoulders. The rings on her boobs tickled over his bare chest and he could see her tail wag with joy.
Rouge pushed her lips onto his and began to kiss him roughly and deeply. Shadow let out a throaty grunt. This time, she let him know that even her soft lips were strong. Domineering, the werebat nibbled on his lower lip. Suddenly, she sloppily pushed her tongue into his mouth.
 
Shadow’s eyes popped open.
 
He had heard that bats had long and flexible tongues, but nothing could have prepared him for the monster that was currently roaming through his mouth. The sweet, warm organ explored his cheeks and gums, wrapped itself around his tongue and even pulled it into Rouge’s mouth.
The violent onslaught of pleasure and emotion turned the hedgehog’s mind into something akin to applesauce and his eyes became unfocused.
 
The dance of sloppy tongues continued for what seemed an eternity.
 
Shadow was not sure at what point Rouge had pulled down his pants.
Finally, she broke the kiss and Shadow lay there, his chest heaving against Rouge’s ample bosom.
 
The werebat wasted no more time.
 
With a final yank, Shadow’s bulging boxers made place and revealed the ultimate life form’s manhood.
 
Against speculations, Shadow was only slightly bigger than the average hedgehog of his size.
Rouge licked her sable lips at the sight of the dark member, adorned with two red streaks, that stood tall and proud.
 
She lined up her already soaked pussy and claimed the hedgehog in one swift motion.
Shadow let out a loud gasp as his member was surrounded by warm, moist and firm tightness.
Rouge moaned happily and, without giving the hedgehog any time to adapt, began to grind her hips wildly.
Every move sucked his entire size into her, clammed down on him like a fleshy vice and pulled away again. The ultimate life form was ridden brutally and loved every second of it. Every bounce sent lightning after lightning of pleasure through his body, his hands groped for the ample tits of the bat and kneaded and pulled for all their worth.
 
Rouge meanwhile licked his face sloppily and moaned and growled with every bounce. Her tail wagged full of joy and pleasure as she rode her price.
Her cries of delight went louder and louder, yet remained unheard by a city that never rested.
Shadow soon followed in calling out her name, as her bounces became even rougher.
He felt every square inch of her wonderful, velvet pussy, every ridge and fold and it drove him crazy. Tingled shot through the hedgehog, the likes he had never known or imagined as ecstasy came closer and closer.
 
Grabbing the golden nipple-rings, he pulled Rouge down and kissed her sloppily as the final push drove him over the edge. Hot cum filled the werebat’s greedy pussy as Shadow came hard and happily. Ecstasy allowed him several thrusts, as it clouded his mind in a warm daze and he held onto her for dear life, as his body convulsed in pleasure and glee.
 
Finally, he fell backwards, out of breath and focus. The afterglow set in slowly and for a moment, Shadow could see the joyous glint in her eyes.
 
The were-bat leaned down and began to pepper his face with kisses, all while drawing small circles ono his chest. Slowly, she moved her weight off him and rested herself next to his tired form. Her arms wrapped around him and held him warm and close.
Shadow let out a sigh and cuddled into Rouge’s soft fur.
 
He could take care of things tomorrow… 