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A certain bat woman stretched her wings and landed on a reserved spot on Angel Island at the break of dusk. She landed and removed her beach towel from over her shoulder and spread it on the ground. Looking out at the coastline, she was glad she had finally managed to secure some cargo after so much time, and felt that it was certainly worth a nap for a couple hours near a beautiful coastline, just as night was starting.
  However, as luck would have it, she wouldn't even get to close her eyes and unpack the rest her stuff from wherever she was keeping it, since she didn't have a bag. She didn't even get to complete a single thought along the lines of "Time to finally relax..." No, instead, Rouge was immediately interrupted by some beeping. Oh, what now, she said to herself, can't a girl rest after staying up late before a hard night's work?
  Evidently not, since the beeping was just getting closer and closer. She got up furiously after a few failed deep breaths and was ready to punch whatever was causing that beeping in the face.
  "Whoa, easy!" Knuckles held her hands up, accidentally dropping an energy scanner to the ground. That scanner was still beeping, to Rouge's annoyance. "I come in peace...even though this is my own island."
  Rouge retracted her fist and folded her arms, emphasizing her figure a bit. "What do you want, Knuckles? I'm trying to get some shuteye in one of the parts of your island that is surprisingly not under attack." She nodded to the beach towel on the ground.
  Knuckled picked up his scanner. "Been trying to use this thing to find traces of Master Emerald energy. Last I saw it, a lot of the power was leeched from it somehow..." He toggled a few settings, then looked at Rouge suspiciously. "...You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this, would you?"
    Rouge smacked him across the head, knocking him and the scanner down. "Hey! What was that for?"
    Rouge put one hand on her hip and the other hand up to waggle her finger. "It's not polite to accuse a lady of a crime with no proof." Knuckles muttered "You barely count as a lady..." under his breath, which Rouge scoffed at and chose to ignore for now.
    The scanner continued to beep all this time, but as Knuckles slowly picked it up, it started beeping louder...while it was facing Rouge. It had a bit of a Doppler effect, getting louder and louder the higher up it went, but at a point it started getting softer again. Rouge just stood there, her arms once again folded under her impressive chest, as Knuckles moved his scanner up and down, looking like an idiot.
    He eventually managed to get it to beep the loudest as a clear indication of where it was trying to point to...Rouge's bust. And to make sure that's where it was pointed, he walked around her in a circle. It was definitely there. Knuckles folded his own arms, giving just as stoic an expression as she was. "Something you want to tell me, Rouge?"
  The two kept up their expression uninterrupted until eventually Rouge sighed and shrugged. "Well, you've got me...but you still owe me a nap, so tough." She started walking away, but Knuckles forgot to react until she was already lying down.
  When he finally reacted, Knuckles shook his head quickly and shouted "Are you serious!?!?" in surprise. He then stuffed the detector back in his pocket (though where that pocket was on any of these creatures, nobody knew) and stood over Rouge, getting in the way of some good sunlight. After putting up with it for a couple seconds, Rouge finally relented.
"Okay, okay! Yes, I did siphon energy from the Master Emerald for someone who wanted to synthesize Emeralds for themselves. And yes, I still have that energy with me. But I don't intend to move a muscle so if you want it, find it yourself."
Knuckles folded his arms. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Strip-search you?" Rouge was taken aback by how calmly he said that, but...well, it's not like it wasn't far from the truth. She might as well tell him.
"Well...I do have a secret area on me where I keep everything. And nothing gets in or out of that unless I let it, so..." She debated in her head on what to do before coming up with a plan. "...I'll tell you what. I'll let you look for it. And if you find it I'll let you keep it."
Knuckles thought for a second and sighed. "Okay, but you've gotta talk straight. No more lies, Rouge."
Rouge scoffed. "I would never!" She giggled. Then, as Knuckles' expression remained frank, she sighed. "Alright. You may not believe this, but I promise, it's the truth." She put a hand to her bustier. "It's somewhere in here."
Instead of the reaction she was expecting, Knuckles shaking his head and whatnot, she noticed quickly that Knuckles didn't just pull back her bustier to look inside, but stuck his hand in like it was reaching into a cookie jar. It was quite vigorous, incredibly fast, and rather forceful, to the point where Rouge was not only alarmed, but a bit shaken. Granted, she wanted him to go that direction at some point, but this she didn't expect at all. Still...she could turn it into an advantage.
When Knuckles stopped feeling around for the canister after a minute or so of failure, he realized that his arm had just sunk into a woman's cleavage deeper than it could possibly be, and all he could see was his sunken arm and an evil grin on Rouge's face. "Well, Knucky, sticking your hand into a lady's chest is such bad manners."
Before he could react further, Rouge had put a hand behind his head and yanked it towards her cleavage, and suddenly his head was following his arm! "I'd best send you to a time-out until you can learn to give a girl's girls the respect they deserve! Though knowing you, that could be a while, so I'd best get straight to it!" She pushed again, the majority of his body suddenly disappearing in the direction of her sizable breasts, which were blocked by his still visible tufts of fur. She smiled. I can't believe how long I've waited for something like this...
Knuckles was shocked this was happening to the point where he dropped his scanning device, and it landed right on her left breast. Rouge sighed, she'd have to send that in after him. Still, with a little jiggle of her bosom her cleavage opened a bit wider and he fell all the way in, like someone being plunged down a waterslide. He disappeared right into her cleavage, yet had plenty of room to move around. Rouge laughed, bouncing her chest and its new occupant around wildly.
Knuckles eventually got his bearing back and noticed where he was. He seemed to be somewhere deep between two immeasurable walls of something warm and squishy. He could move around but it took a little effort. Surprisingly he had no trouble breathing, and didn't feel like he was cramped in there at all. There was plenty of room above and below him, although all he could see when he looked around was more and more flesh. He would have questioned it, but his brain was too task oriented. Besides, he'd just ask something stupid anyways.
Rouge knocked the scanning device from her left breast into her cleavage, and let it slide right to Knuckles. It bonked him on the head, which made her chuckle and give her rack a bit of a rumble. Not even full second later, she flinched at the feeling of a lot of scampering going around extremely quickly all over her chest. She couldn't see it from the outside, probably because of how pliable her melons were and how that likely had anything against them appear to be sinking in, but she knew exactly what was happening.
"Having trouble there, are you~? Yes, I can see you." Rouge always had a little bit of a mind's eye when it came to this kind of thing, and often used it to keep track of what kinds of treasure she was storing in her bosom. As well as retrieve it without having to blindly dig for it. Knuckles on the other hand wouldn't have such an easy time from underneath her top, and she was enjoying that more than she thought she would. "Well, keep at it, and maybe if you try really, really hard and still can't find it...I might give you another push towards it~"
Knuckles may not have been able to think too straight, being in a busty woman's top and all, but one thing was clear. Even more embarrassing than that would be having said woman completely control his artifact hunt...more than she already was, anyway. He scampered and climbed much faster and more vigorously, much to Rouge's delight, while trying to get a reading.
Eventually he did manage to get a reading, but it was...below him? He stood on a different spot and again, it was below him. Same with any other spot where he got a reading. After an hour of getting the same reading, regardless of where in her top he was...he gave up. "Rouge, what the heck gives? I've looked everywhere, and the signals don't make sense!" There was no response. "Rouge!?"
Rouge was napping when Knuckles had called out, and was about to lay on her side. Knuckles felt the changes and an increase of pressure from her flesh, and tried to object...to little avail. He was flattened in an instant by the heaving breasts he was stuck between.
A while later, Rouge woke up, surprised that there was little scampering. She adjusted her top a bit and then felt something stuck between her breasts. She pulled them apart and took a good look, seeing Knuckles flattened. Nothing a little forced jiggling couldn't help. Resuscitated by the motion, Knuckles woke up, dazed, and still irked.
Rouge could have apologized for that, but why would she? It's her bosom, she can squeeze anything between them that she darn well pleases. "Giving up? Need one of those little Omochao clues?" She knew that'd be an insult to any treasure hunter, but Knuckles was too tired to object. With a grunt, he nodded.
Knuckles sighed. "It doesn't make any sense. Why is the signal always below me when I stand straight on the surface?" To that, the only reply Rouge gave was a snicker. "What!?"
Rouge was honestly a tad giddy for this part but she didn't show it. "Well, think about it, Knucky. You stand right outside my bosom, straight away from the surface, and it always points in the direction your feet are. So if you're outside, that means the treasure is..." She snickered again. "Oh, you'll figure it out." She shook her breasts around again, reshuffling him before he had a chance to sort this out. Granted, he'd need a lot of time.
The echidna was tossed around quite a bit until he was up against something remotely pointy in her chest. He figured it was one of her nipples, but he'd already checked both of them. He stood back, looked at it again, not exactly sure what Rouge was getting at.
  After plenty of unsuccessful thinking and failed logical deduction, he groaned and sat on that nipple, which was exactly what Rouge was waiting for. She played a bit with the other breast in an attempt to make her nipples erect. Slowly they straightened out and Knuckles was lifted on his surprisingly large seat. He didn't move, holding tight to that teat, tickling Rouge just a bit more.
Rouge licked her lips a bit. This was going to be fun. "Time I send you right to where the treasure is. Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do!"
And with that...her nipple opened, and swallowed him right up in one go. There was no trace of him on the outside whatsoever.
There was a lot of warm, sweet-smelling darkness when Knuckles got his bearings, and the first sound he heard was the blaring beeps of his scanner. He picked it up, and followed the beeping since it showed an actual direction. He felt like he was walking on something soft and the tiniest bit moist. And the sweet smell got stronger the farther he went. After walking what must have been at least a kilometer, which inside a breast made absolutely no sense to him, he could actually see a glowing green canister in the distance. Unfortunately, he'd have to swim to get it, considering the rippling reflections of the glow below it that revealed a liquid. Good thing that Knuckles wasn't afraid of a little swim, unlike someone he knew...
Placing the scanner on his back with a strap, and thanking his ancestors that it was waterproof, he Ttook a few steps into the apparent lake in front of him. It was thicker than water but not too difficult to swim through. And the bit that got in his mouth tasted...really sweet. He wasn't sure what it was, not being that knowledgeable about female anatomy. Then again, he had to have been inside Rouge's bust, which probably wouldn't follow any anatomy books whatsoever.
  He kept swimming, and after a good distance of swimming he felt his leg catch on something. He tried to pull his leg away but heard a wooden snap and started to get pulled under. Instead of struggling and running out of air, though, he found himself able to see within a liquid he had assumed was mostly opaque. And not only was he able to see, but there was quite a sight to behold. Visible thanks to a lot of glowing gemstones scattered on the fleshy bottom of whatever lake they were in, Knuckles could clearly make out the port half of a ship that had broken into pieces, and was full of various gems and doubloons and whatnot. Judging by the size of that part alone the ship must have been big enough to carry a crew of at least eighty people, and he could see other parts of the ship scattered nearby, filled with treasure as well. What he was stuck to was the remnant of a sail on what must have been the foremast, and a piece of wood it was attached to was heavy enough to weigh him down.
Knuckles was curious about the boat but he was running out of air. He ripped up the sail and freed himself, swimming upward and catching his breath. After a bit more floating to get his bearings, he finally hears the wood fall to the bottom. Before he could once again ask himself how deep her breasts were, he shook his head and faced the glowing light in the distance. He resumed swimming until he had finally reached some sort of soft fleshy pedestal with the canister on it. He eagerly reached out to grab it, glad that this trouble was entirely over.
However, when he did, that pedestal sank down into the liquid, and Knuckles was left floating with the canister. There was also some fleshy, aqueous sealing sound that he couldn't really get. But he had the sinking feeling, no pun intended in his mind, that he was stuck.
Rouge, controlling the whole situation, was extremely satisfied. "Aww, why so sad, Knucky? I said I'd let you keep it if you found it..." She squeezed her breasts together to jostle him around. "But I think I'm gonna keep you for myself!" She laughed, bouncing the mammary prison, its liquid content, and its new occupant around. Knuckles could see those gemstones before splashing out of the lake and back in, sinking right to the bottom all over again. Just how much was she storing in here?
True to form, Knuckles was adamant about leaving. He swam right back to a wall, his mere anger lighting his fists on fire like a torch, and tried to punch his way out. He couldn't quite find the nipple entrance where he came in, but any wall of flesh would be fine by him. However, not only was the boob wall so strong his punches bounced off of it and sent him flying, but it was damp too, fizzling out the fire on his fists. He was essentially trapped. "Come on, Rouge, I need to restore the Master Emerald's power! You know what'll happen to Angel Island!"
Rouge shrugged, and even Knuckles could feel it. "Not my problem, but if you're so insistent, maybe I should go get that Master Emerald and keep it for myself right with you." She giggled. "Better yet, I'll just stick all of Angel Island in my chest so no one will ever have to worry about it crashing down in any ocean but mine~" She smiled at that concept.
Knuckles was about to object to it. There's no way she could do that, he thought, that's impossible! She just... Then he took another look at his surroundings, and remembered the insane number of jewels and the shipwreck. He imagined her actually going up to Angel Island, revealing one of her nipples, and sticking it against the edge before slowly and surely enveloping the whole thing, never to be seen again.
Rouge was thinking about this as well, smiling to herself. Imagine, storing all of Angel Island in her rack for safe keeping...she couldn't recall exactly seeing as how she'd already put so much in there, but by now she'd definitely made enough room, right? After all, there were the ships, the gems, a secret base in case she ever needed to set one up...she kept quite a list of things in there. Angel Island shouldn't be a problem for her.
Meanwhile, Knuckles was still trying to determine the facts of if she actually did it. Would her breasts get any bigger? He wouldn't be able to tell, he didn't know if they were any bigger with him inside. Or maybe the bustier prevented them from looking any bigger... Either way, this was too much for him to handle, and he wanted out more than ever. He went right back to punching, as futile as that might be.
Rouge felt it all, and she couldn't be happier. She always wondered what it was like to have a pet in her treasure chest of a chest. And now she just captured a pet echidna. What fun! She lay back, still groggy from that incomplete batnap, and fell asleep. The turning forced a wave of her sweet like liquid to crash right onto Knuckles, whose screams she heard internally and used as a lullaby. "Hm...maybe I should seriously consider giving you back your Master Emerald after all. That way, you could remain my pet and resume your post~" She giggled a bit to herself and smiled as she started to fall asleep.