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Rumor spread that she was back in action, you had heard every last bit of it. However, you were the only one who actually had the confirmed piece of intel, and had been effectively assigned to go look for her. Apparently she had been spotted in a small flyover town, seemingly retired and incognito.
You had only heard legends of this mysterious bat woman named Rouge. How she had been a fellow GUN agent at some point, how she was quite the skillful thief, how she was now one of GUN's most wanted, and many other tales that were purported as evidence of her immense prowess. It all sounded like bullshit, and, considering how low in the hierarchy you were and this being your first on-field recon mission, you assumed she was no big threat.
You had no idea where you were, but that was in fact preferable in order to better play a believable part as an undercover. As far as everyone else knew, you were a dumb east-coast urbanite on his way to Mount Rushmore or Beverly Hills, or anything else for which those big city folk pass through this hillbilly midwestern town.
You entered into a Walmart, part actually doing some recon, and part wanting to see some freaks that usually attend those places. And you weren’t disappointed, as the people were quite entertaining. Scooter fatties in particular, and there was one that was probably the largest person you’d ever seen in your life. Funnily enough, she seemed to be a bat, and quite similar to your target. You decided to have some fun and follow her around, finding an excuse to make use of that fancy spy training you had finished not that long ago.
She was quite fast on her scooter, all things considered, and to your surprise, you lost track of her before you realized. Embarrassment flushed through your entire body, as you realized you were failing on what you were supposed to be at least minimally decent at. As you shrugged and turned around to go on your way and continue with your mission, you froze as you saw the massive woman right in front of you with a cheeky smile.
“Ya can stop snoopin' around, kid. Aah'm the one ya're lookin' fore.” She yelped out.
“W-what…?” You replied.
She then let out a deep chuckle and continued. “Oh kid, ya reckon aah wouldn't recognize a gunnie from a mile away? Aah knew y'all would send someone eventually.”
“W-what…? You’re…”
“Rouge, dummy.” She cut you off, with a smile that was, admittedly, very endearing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You mumbled, not even knowing what else to say and how to get out of this one.
“Oh Gawd, I thought they'd send someone at least one bit competent! But it’s fine… aah know ya won’t say a thing, will ya?” She winked. “ya can come ovah to mah place 'n we can forget about this, nobody has to find out about where ol' Rouge is now~…” Her look turned into one a bit sultrier, yet mischievous. “Besides, aah can tell ya're not only interested en meh beh-cuz of that mission. Aah can definitely tell when a cutie is interested in ol' me, are ya not~?”
She then squeezed and shook her huge breasts between her flabby upper arms and watched as you ogled with your mouth gaping.
“Aah'll take that as a yes. Come ovah, let's have some fun kid~.”
This story kinda sucks but eh, I needed something to set up the context of this fullsized midwestern Rouge, teehee.
You had only heard legends of this mysterious bat woman named Rouge. How she had been a fellow GUN agent at some point, how she was quite the skillful thief, how she was now one of GUN's most wanted, and many other tales that were purported as evidence of her immense prowess. It all sounded like bullshit, and, considering how low in the hierarchy you were and this being your first on-field recon mission, you assumed she was no big threat.
You had no idea where you were, but that was in fact preferable in order to better play a believable part as an undercover. As far as everyone else knew, you were a dumb east-coast urbanite on his way to Mount Rushmore or Beverly Hills, or anything else for which those big city folk pass through this hillbilly midwestern town.
You entered into a Walmart, part actually doing some recon, and part wanting to see some freaks that usually attend those places. And you weren’t disappointed, as the people were quite entertaining. Scooter fatties in particular, and there was one that was probably the largest person you’d ever seen in your life. Funnily enough, she seemed to be a bat, and quite similar to your target. You decided to have some fun and follow her around, finding an excuse to make use of that fancy spy training you had finished not that long ago.
She was quite fast on her scooter, all things considered, and to your surprise, you lost track of her before you realized. Embarrassment flushed through your entire body, as you realized you were failing on what you were supposed to be at least minimally decent at. As you shrugged and turned around to go on your way and continue with your mission, you froze as you saw the massive woman right in front of you with a cheeky smile.
“Ya can stop snoopin' around, kid. Aah'm the one ya're lookin' fore.” She yelped out.
“W-what…?” You replied.
She then let out a deep chuckle and continued. “Oh kid, ya reckon aah wouldn't recognize a gunnie from a mile away? Aah knew y'all would send someone eventually.”
“W-what…? You’re…”
“Rouge, dummy.” She cut you off, with a smile that was, admittedly, very endearing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You mumbled, not even knowing what else to say and how to get out of this one.
“Oh Gawd, I thought they'd send someone at least one bit competent! But it’s fine… aah know ya won’t say a thing, will ya?” She winked. “ya can come ovah to mah place 'n we can forget about this, nobody has to find out about where ol' Rouge is now~…” Her look turned into one a bit sultrier, yet mischievous. “Besides, aah can tell ya're not only interested en meh beh-cuz of that mission. Aah can definitely tell when a cutie is interested in ol' me, are ya not~?”
She then squeezed and shook her huge breasts between her flabby upper arms and watched as you ogled with your mouth gaping.
“Aah'll take that as a yes. Come ovah, let's have some fun kid~.”
This story kinda sucks but eh, I needed something to set up the context of this fullsized midwestern Rouge, teehee.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Bat
Size 1869 x 1971px
File Size 2.48 MB
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