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This is a gift from my friend Mindtasker .

He knows that I like Rouge the Bat a great deal and that one story I did like writing was the one in which Risky Boots has a hypno-bra...so he went on to surprise me with a combination of the two. Risky Rouge, the hypnotic pirate.

The artist for this one is GAZZRR , whom I've collaborated with on tales of goblins and hypnosis, with some Ankha stuff to for some measure. They're pretty fun and if you like their style, they do take commissions Commissions Open! Infinite Slots!Hi everyone! My commissions have opened once more! Infinite slots so get as many as you'd like!HOW TO GET ONE: 1. contact me via note or send me a chat message! Or add me on discord and message me there! GAZZR#6008 2. Provide visual references. If you don't have a reference then a text description will do, but the commission will cost 50% extra.3. After I accept, I will provide a Paypal link or invoice 4. Once you pay, I'll schedule your commission for a future date. Turnaround time should be around 2 weeks!Need your commission faster than that? I can complete it within 48 hours for double of the price!Additional Notes:-These prices stack per character, 2 full color characters are 70€, for instance-Headshots are half the pricePrices:Flat Colour (~21.60 USD):,Full Shading (~38 USD):,Comic Page (~65 USD):,10 Second Animation (Starts at ~216.60 USD):,Thank you for your support! Please send me a message if you're interested! Oh! and any commission that features one of my characters gets a 25% discount ;3

Now why is Rouge a pirate? Read on and find out!

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THE QUEEN OF THE EMERALD SEAS

Admiral Knuckles would not let her go so easily.

Risky Rouge had been a thorn on his side for many years, ever assailing Angel Island, the port he had been charged to protect from miscreants and pillagers alike ever since those before him tasked him to. He was to make certain the treasury and the citizens would be safe from any who'd do them harm, succeeding superbly to safekeep the latter, yet the former...

“Prepare to board! We shall make it so those pirates shall rue the day they tried to steal from us!” the admiral said, cutlass in hand, prepared to go forth and indeed take back what was rightfully theirs. Aboard the Salty Bat, the vessel of the dastardly Risky Rouge, Queen of the Emerald Seas, were to be found only women, some that had struck on their own but went on to join her crew. Willful Wave, Bright Blaze, Alluring Amy, all oligarchs of the oceans in their own right, yet none as much as their captain as Knuckles headed for her, preparing to strike. “Your days of buccaneering are over, Risky Rouge!”

She was a sly one, prepared for many eventualities as she twirled on the spot, unsheathed her own cutlass and then parried that blow with not only skill, but flair as the bat went on to chuckle a bit at the sight of the echidna admiral. Theirs was a rivalry that started a while ago, a few savvy and bold claims were that it was more of a flirtatious kind of affair rather than enmity, but to see them trade blows and never land a hit upon each other could either lend credence to either truth or lie in front of this theory. “Oh how I've missed you, dear admiral. It might not be the most lucrative kind of raid on my end, but there's no place quite like Angel Island to me~” Risky Rouge went on to say, going on to dodge one particular slash with a twirl and then went on to shimmy her hips like a dancer, teasing the admiral. “Did you miss me as well?”

“Darn right I missed you. Stop dodging or better yet...let me capture you!” Knuckles went on to say, that rather sultry shaking of her hips distracting. The way she wore a skull-themed kind of bedlah was indeed distracting, showing off cleavage, midriff and her rather pristine tan skin, one still not showcasing any scars, a testament to her own skills. He tried to an estoc, yet she simply bumped her hip to the side before then blowing him a kiss, a surefire way to say that she wasn't taking him quite seriously. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, but you're making this fun for me, admiral,” she said, her retort perhaps as sharp as her blade as she went for a flurry of strikes, crossing the air with her weapon as Knuckles certainly did not leave to be desired in the dueling department. Theirs was a trade, an exchange of strikes which could prove fatal for those with little ability or talent as the admiral tried to press his advantage as the sound of battle continued all around them. “I mean, I'm sure you could actually win if you'd stop admiring my body~”

“Then stop flaunting it, you scoundrel!” he replied, realizing too late that he wasn't exactly rebuking her observation as she chuckled, showing a rather playful yet smug smile as she went on to roll her belly once, then backed away when he tried to poke it, going for a twirl and then one quick slash which he blocked in extremis. It was almost a spectacle in some way, yet as this went on and Angel Island went on to grow distant from the horizon, Risky Rouge went on to see it as she smiled proudly. “Why do you keep coming back? Why do you steal only a mere tiny fraction of the treasure? Why do you even bother?”

“Because it's so much fun~” she said as she went for a backflip, putting some distance between the admiral and her as she clapped her hands twice in a particularly loud fashion. This changed a paradigm somewhat, as if her plan was going quite well. She smirked, looking upon her admiral opponent as if she had already won. “But now I think it's time for you to lose and for me to make my daring escape~”

“Why you-” Knuckles responded before she then something that was extremely unrelated to swordplay: she pressed her chest together. It was certainly bold, tantalizing even though the admiral would not admit this, as the fabric that acted as the eyes of her skull top went on to showcase yellow swirls upon its surface. It was unexpected, gifting out confusion to the echidna as he gazed at her, uncertain what was going on. “What are you even-”

“My eyes are down there, admiral~” she said, that reply seemingly making his brain pulsate and his body feel weak as Knuckles went on to fall on his knees, those swirls and that chest growing in beauty by the picosecond. She was gorgeous, glorious and right now it felt as if he discovered that for the first time, his mouth agape, his mind in awe, his body growing weaker. “I never tire of this. How many times has this been, admiral? Twelve, thirteen? I've honestly lost count~”

Her teasing didn't quite reach his ears, for Risky Rouge had indeed succeeded many times over through various means to do one thing: hypnotize the admiral with her beauty. Infiltrating Angel Island with her girls, seducing and mesmerizing the navy, their own accomplishments were not just due to luck, but thorough preparation as each of them had a target...and every single one of them was on their knees right now, entranced in one way or another.

“You remember my dance, don't you? My perfume, my sheer beauty?” Risky Rouge went on to say, moving forward as she swayed her hips and then got much closer to him, shimmying them in an overwhelming fashion at top speed. His eyes were entirely set on her, her allure and appeal increasing exponentially as blocked memories of past performances and inductions arose, unlocked and made even better. Undulations, sways, soft words and whispers, seductions and suggestions, all there at the forefront of his mind as soon he wanted to do but one thing: obey. “You love this, right? Say it, say it for your mistress~”

“I love this, mistress...” Knuckles responded without hesitation, looking up at her abdomen and her bustier that sent mind-pacifying, bliss-inducing spirals down his way. He drooled, smiled, his eyes mimicking the pattern of red and yellow as soon he was a mess. No longer an admiral, just an admirer to the great Queen of the Emerald Seas...his own mistress of his heart and soul.

“So obedient. I think you've earned a little recompense~” she said before brushing a solitary finger on her midriff, then vaulting her waist forward while arching her lower back ever so slightly. “You can kiss it. Once~”

The once-proud admiral, now a hypnotized slave, went on to do as she told with no small amount of eagerness as his lips met her midsection. It lasted but a few seconds, but to him it was an eternity, a jolt of ecstasy sending him into a trembling and shivering mess as the last thing he heard was her chuckle and then one final remark from the pirate herself.

“Good boy~”

The admiral woke up later, groggy, uncertain of what happened for a moment yet by now Risky Rouge had slipped through his fingers yet again. He knew not how she did it, how she could achieve such a feat as the admiral saw that his men had been in the same predicament as he. Surprise reinforcement knocking them out cold? Drugs and smoke? He didn't know but as he looked at the horizon, he vowed something to himself.

“One day, I'll catch you, Risky Rouge...”

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

This is a gift from my friend Mindtasker .

He knows that I like Rouge the Bat a great deal and that one story I did like writing was the one in which Risky Boots has a hypno-bra...so he went on to surprise me with a combination of the two. Risky Rouge, the hypnotic pirate.

The artist for this one is GAZZRR , whom I've collaborated with on tales of goblins and hypnosis, with some Ankha stuff to for some measure. They're pretty fun and if you like their style, they do take commissions Commissions Open! Infinite Slots!Hi everyone! My commissions have opened once more! Infinite slots so get as many as you'd like!HOW TO GET ONE: 1. contact me via note or send me a chat message! Or add me on discord and message me there! GAZZR#6008 2. Provide visual references. If you don't have a reference then a text description will do, but the commission will cost 50% extra.3. After I accept, I will provide a Paypal link or invoice 4. Once you pay, I'll schedule your commission for a future date. Turnaround time should be around 2 weeks!Need your commission faster than that? I can complete it within 48 hours for double of the price!Additional Notes:-These prices stack per character, 2 full color characters are 70€, for instance-Headshots are half the pricePrices:Flat Colour (~21.60 USD):,Full Shading (~38 USD):,Comic Page (~65 USD):,10 Second Animation (Starts at ~216.60 USD):,Thank you for your support! Please send me a message if you're interested! Oh! and any commission that features one of my characters gets a 25% discount ;3

Now why is Rouge a pirate? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

THE QUEEN OF THE EMERALD SEAS

Admiral Knuckles would not let her go so easily.

Risky Rouge had been a thorn on his side for many years, ever assailing Angel Island, the port he had been charged to protect from miscreants and pillagers alike ever since those before him tasked him to. He was to make certain the treasury and the citizens would be safe from any who'd do them harm, succeeding superbly to safekeep the latter, yet the former...

“Prepare to board! We shall make it so those pirates shall rue the day they tried to steal from us!” the admiral said, cutlass in hand, prepared to go forth and indeed take back what was rightfully theirs. Aboard the Salty Bat, the vessel of the dastardly Risky Rouge, Queen of the Emerald Seas, were to be found only women, some that had struck on their own but went on to join her crew. Willful Wave, Bright Blaze, Alluring Amy, all oligarchs of the oceans in their own right, yet none as much as their captain as Knuckles headed for her, preparing to strike. “Your days of buccaneering are over, Risky Rouge!”

She was a sly one, prepared for many eventualities as she twirled on the spot, unsheathed her own cutlass and then parried that blow with not only skill, but flair as the bat went on to chuckle a bit at the sight of the echidna admiral. Theirs was a rivalry that started a while ago, a few savvy and bold claims were that it was more of a flirtatious kind of affair rather than enmity, but to see them trade blows and never land a hit upon each other could either lend credence to either truth or lie in front of this theory. “Oh how I've missed you, dear admiral. It might not be the most lucrative kind of raid on my end, but there's no place quite like Angel Island to me~” Risky Rouge went on to say, going on to dodge one particular slash with a twirl and then went on to shimmy her hips like a dancer, teasing the admiral. “Did you miss me as well?”

“Darn right I missed you. Stop dodging or better yet...let me capture you!” Knuckles went on to say, that rather sultry shaking of her hips distracting. The way she wore a skull-themed kind of bedlah was indeed distracting, showing off cleavage, midriff and her rather pristine tan skin, one still not showcasing any scars, a testament to her own skills. He tried to an estoc, yet she simply bumped her hip to the side before then blowing him a kiss, a surefire way to say that she wasn't taking him quite seriously. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, but you're making this fun for me, admiral,” she said, her retort perhaps as sharp as her blade as she went for a flurry of strikes, crossing the air with her weapon as Knuckles certainly did not leave to be desired in the dueling department. Theirs was a trade, an exchange of strikes which could prove fatal for those with little ability or talent as the admiral tried to press his advantage as the sound of battle continued all around them. “I mean, I'm sure you could actually win if you'd stop admiring my body~”

“Then stop flaunting it, you scoundrel!” he replied, realizing too late that he wasn't exactly rebuking her observation as she chuckled, showing a rather playful yet smug smile as she went on to roll her belly once, then backed away when he tried to poke it, going for a twirl and then one quick slash which he blocked in extremis. It was almost a spectacle in some way, yet as this went on and Angel Island went on to grow distant from the horizon, Risky Rouge went on to see it as she smiled proudly. “Why do you keep coming back? Why do you steal only a mere tiny fraction of the treasure? Why do you even bother?”

“Because it's so much fun~” she said as she went for a backflip, putting some distance between the admiral and her as she clapped her hands twice in a particularly loud fashion. This changed a paradigm somewhat, as if her plan was going quite well. She smirked, looking upon her admiral opponent as if she had already won. “But now I think it's time for you to lose and for me to make my daring escape~”

“Why you-” Knuckles responded before she then something that was extremely unrelated to swordplay: she pressed her chest together. It was certainly bold, tantalizing even though the admiral would not admit this, as the fabric that acted as the eyes of her skull top went on to showcase yellow swirls upon its surface. It was unexpected, gifting out confusion to the echidna as he gazed at her, uncertain what was going on. “What are you even-”

“My eyes are down there, admiral~” she said, that reply seemingly making his brain pulsate and his body feel weak as Knuckles went on to fall on his knees, those swirls and that chest growing in beauty by the picosecond. She was gorgeous, glorious and right now it felt as if he discovered that for the first time, his mouth agape, his mind in awe, his body growing weaker. “I never tire of this. How many times has this been, admiral? Twelve, thirteen? I've honestly lost count~”

Her teasing didn't quite reach his ears, for Risky Rouge had indeed succeeded many times over through various means to do one thing: hypnotize the admiral with her beauty. Infiltrating Angel Island with her girls, seducing and mesmerizing the navy, their own accomplishments were not just due to luck, but thorough preparation as each of them had a target...and every single one of them was on their knees right now, entranced in one way or another.

“You remember my dance, don't you? My perfume, my sheer beauty?” Risky Rouge went on to say, moving forward as she swayed her hips and then got much closer to him, shimmying them in an overwhelming fashion at top speed. His eyes were entirely set on her, her allure and appeal increasing exponentially as blocked memories of past performances and inductions arose, unlocked and made even better. Undulations, sways, soft words and whispers, seductions and suggestions, all there at the forefront of his mind as soon he wanted to do but one thing: obey. “You love this, right? Say it, say it for your mistress~”

“I love this, mistress...” Knuckles responded without hesitation, looking up at her abdomen and her bustier that sent mind-pacifying, bliss-inducing spirals down his way. He drooled, smiled, his eyes mimicking the pattern of red and yellow as soon he was a mess. No longer an admiral, just an admirer to the great Queen of the Emerald Seas...his own mistress of his heart and soul.

“So obedient. I think you've earned a little recompense~” she said before brushing a solitary finger on her midriff, then vaulting her waist forward while arching her lower back ever so slightly. “You can kiss it. Once~”

The once-proud admiral, now a hypnotized slave, went on to do as she told with no small amount of eagerness as his lips met her midsection. It lasted but a few seconds, but to him it was an eternity, a jolt of ecstasy sending him into a trembling and shivering mess as the last thing he heard was her chuckle and then one final remark from the pirate herself.

“Good boy~”

The admiral woke up later, groggy, uncertain of what happened for a moment yet by now Risky Rouge had slipped through his fingers yet again. He knew not how she did it, how she could achieve such a feat as the admiral saw that his men had been in the same predicament as he. Surprise reinforcement knocking them out cold? Drugs and smoke? He didn't know but as he looked at the horizon, he vowed something to himself.

“One day, I'll catch you, Risky Rouge...”