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Mindtasker and I couldn't just stop after two it seems.

With so many gals and wild characters in the Sonic universe, we thought of trying to include more of them in our ongoing "Corrupt Rouge" saga and we went with one of Mindtasker's favorite: Wave. I then suggested we get Vanilla in there and we were in business, with the two of us collaborating yet again. For this one, however, Mindtasker did more than the previous two with the intro, the outro and even a part of the dance induction. I edited and corrected it to the best of my abilities, did the whole passage with Jet and Wave and that's about it. It still very much is a work out of two people, naturally.

For the illustration, we went with Gameboyred again given that he did the last two and he did another superb job. The outfit designs, the hypno iconography and the sexy vibes are all present to give out a splendid result. A more modest Vanilla (though not too much), the feather and teasing manners of Wave, neat stuff all-around. If you like his work and think to maybe commission him, check out his prices right here:

And, of course, a small plug-in for my Patreon with kinky stuff not seen anywhere else (for free!) along with options to contribute to biweekly CYOA chapters and monthly bonus tales: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now read on and find out just what exactly happened in the land of Mobius...

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BABYLON DREAMS

After finishing the usual routine of checking the defense programs of the Babylon’s ship, Wave left her workshop and went to her room, ready to have some well-needed rest after a long and tiring day.

It wasn’t always easy living like that, especially the last couple of months after Rouge took control of the four main cities. Using her hypnotic powers and with the help of her special group of slaves she had turned those empty places into a paradise…at least according to her own propaganda. Each of them had an enormous number of people that worshiped the bat dancer and would take down anyone who wasn’t following her, outnumbering them in a way that could only be described as outrageously.

Before that, she and the other Babylon Rogues, Jet and Storm, received a message about a resistance that would bring an end to the reign of the bat. The only problem, as far as they were concerned, was that there weren’t any benefits for them. The three birds only had each other during the main part of their life up until now and for the foreseeable future, so the situation wasn’t much different for them. While the last message they received changed their mind, mentioning that whatever happened they wouldn't have to give back the things they stole if they joined, the group of birds didn’t receive another message after that. Wave tried searching for other networks of the resistance, the last one they tried being from one of the bases used by the Chaotix. With no more messages, the Babylon decided to continue with their normal life, which was now the usual thing for them: stealing and moving from one place to another like nomads.

In the past, they enjoyed traveling around, searching for treasures and new adventures, but the activities they liked the most was competing with their boards, even having the chance of racing against the people that now were nothing more than slaves like Sonic, Blaze and even the hypnotic Rouge herself. But now that people were fighting for their lives, the Babylons had to drop most of their past priorities and try to do their best to survive.

Now the trio of birds went to the recently or older abandoned cities, trying to steal valuable objects and other things that would help them in their current objective: living as best as possible in tough times. While those places looked calm and quiet, there was always this feeling of someone looking at them, Wave always felt this the most out of the three. With each new location they where in, she expected to see someone, from survivors to slaves. There could ever be other scavengers, people actually living there despite it all…it really felt like they were observed and sometimes followed on occasion.

Sadly, the last couple of places they visited happened to be filled with some surprises, the bad kind. Continuing with her plan of world domination, Rouge started to send spies around the abandoned cities that soon would be turned into places or worship. The only one that didn’t look like that was a small town close to the sea, a nameless little burg far away from other civilized areas. While robbing a convenience store, they found a stranger; someone who wasn’t under the same hypnotic trance as most everyone else. It was a traveler by the name of Sticks who, like the group of birds, was surprised to see that Rouge didn’t have control over them.

At first, it looked like both the badger and Jet would angrily “discuss” which of the items they would claim, but quickly Wave calmed him down and reminded him that the store was big enough for both to get what they felt they needed. As usual, while he didn’t like it, the hawk listened to his second-in-command and let Sticks get her stuff while the Babylons went to their supplies. She had been there prior to them anyway, as far as Wave was concerned.

Finishing moving the equipment, tools, food and all they could carry back to the ship, Wave tossed the idea of going back to see if there was something else they could find. She didn’t understand why she wanted to do that, seeing that they already had what they needed and more, but something in her mind was telling her to go back and see. Back inside, the birds noticed that the badger continued grabbing cans and looking for anything that could be used like a weapon.

After a few minutes looking at the halls of the store, Jet decided that it was time to leave and move on to wherever they’d be able to lay low for a while. “Well, I don’t think there’s anything else for us. Let’s leave this place, ASAP,” he commanded, ready to pack it in and put this badger incident behind to continue their escape, but the sound of someone knocking the glass door interrupted them. The Babylons and the badger saw three belly dancing girls, taking a closer look, Wave noticed that they were familiar faces: Amy, Blaze and Tangle.

Thanks to some information they had, the Babylons knew that all of them were nothing more than a shadow of their former selves, the three gals now part of a harem squad, whose main purpose was to capture anyone who they found. “What are they doing here? Last time I checked the radar, there were only us three and the badger. How could this happen?” Wave thought out loud, her shock replicated by the others as those bothersome bedlah babes appeared out of nowhere.

Instead of breaking the door, Tangle moved her tails and made a hand with five fingers up, each second she would lower one as she counted down to something. At first, the four survivors didn’t understand what she was doing, but the badger deduced it: she was taunting and giving them some time to try to escape. With no other choice, the Babylons and Sticks ran away from the door before Tangle stopped her little gesture and used her tail to break the door.

After everyone went inside the ship, Sticks included as she did not wait for permission, the gals stopped holding the door to let everyone in and ran into the depths of the ship. Wave went first, jumping as high as she could. She tried helping Sticks, but in mid-jump, the badger girl was grabbed by Tangle’s tail which had snaked its way inside. Wave felt guilty, but there was nothing she could do. Seeing how the badger was trapped and noticing that quickly spirals were forming in her eyes, it made her close the door and run to the piloting room to make sure this wouldn’t happen to her or the other Babylon Rogues.

They were almost caught thanks to Wave, who still felt remorse about this potential catastrophe. While Jet was still in shock at the situation, he tried to show that he wasn’t angry at her, even suggesting for Wave to take a small break while he piloted the ship. The bird gal appreciated the gesture and was grateful that her two friends were not showing any animosity toward her, but there were other things that simply couldn't be ignored.

For the last couple of weeks, Wave had recurring dreams. Sometimes she was in the same empty cities, all by herself, the only difference being that everything looked colorful and she remembered hearing some nice music. Other times, she had nightmares, ones where she would wake up in a dark building, being all by herself and hearing Jet and Storm calling her, but also another voice doing the same, a feminine one that was dripping with seduction and confidence. She couldn't mention them to her friends, not after their last couple of weeks, but they noticed that Wave wasn’t acting like herself lately. To calm herself down, Wave decided to look at some of the defense programs of the ship before going to sleep. They were stressed and under enough pressure that just talking about silly dreams would just seem superfluous at this point.

Even days after that bad moment, Wave still couldn't ignore the dreams she had. Even her latest one consisted of a recreation of the moment the badger girl had been captured, albeit with one small change: Instead of the three belly dancers, it was Rouge who was hypnotizing her using her dance moves and the shiny gem on her belly. The dreams and nightmares became more common and each night she would wake up from them, sweating and feeling nervous.

Trying to find a way to calm herself after the most recent one, Wave decided that if she ever woke up again from one of those dreams, she wouldn’t go back to sleep and instead go to her workshop so she could think of anything else. After another dream related to Rouge, Wave got up from her bed, put on some clothes and went to the other room with the firm intention to work it off. “I hope this helps, if not I’m just wasting time and energy I can’t spend willy-nilly” she said before taking a sip of some tea she just made. Being the girl that liked everything to go in order, she didn’t like working if she didn’t have the right attitude or energy, the last thing she needed was to do a poor job.

Looking around, Wave saw her communicator, which had seen some damage that day in the convenience store. It was an easy enough job, the bird gal being confident that she could fix it even with a bad night of sleep. After barely 10 minutes, the communicator was repaired and functional, satisfaction creeping up on her as even her groggy mind could work wonders. Wave decided to see if she could add any new features, like a small radar or a camera, but before the bird gal could think on what to do it began to beep as someone tried to get in contact with her.

“Who could it be?” she said quietly, still processing that unexpected call. Taking a moment, Wave started to ponder who or what it might be. Maybe it was another group of people from the resistance, some unrelated person, a loop-feedback from an enemy radar…or it was a malfunction. The bird gal pressed the button to respond, her curiosity too potent to ignore, which sadly would only turn out to be the start of her demise.

“The nightmare is over, it’s time for you to wake up and help with the hypnotic dream of the Mistress.”

The phrase put her in a calm state, something she hadn't felt in a long time. While it wasn't the Rouge’s commanding tone from her dreams, Wave heard a soothing and feminine voice, someone who sounded nice and loving. After hearing the phrase, yellow spirals covered her eyes, her spirit calm and accepting of this sudden change. There was a reason for the reaction of the swallow girl: Rouge had hypnotized her a long time ago.

It happened quite before she became the hypnotic queen she was now known as, after hypnotizing Tails, the bat had actually encountered Wave. The “Tra-ahn-ce” gem felt a powerful potential coming from the bird gal and Rouge wanted to take control over her to please both the gem and herself. She came up with the perfect excuse: forming a team. Rouge knew well that Wave’s ego always messed up with her and that many people normally took advantage of that. Telling her about the idea of forming a team that would consist of only the best of the best, Wave accepted.

The two were supposed to meet in Tail’s garage, yet Wave was ambushed by Rouge and her hypnotic outfit the moment she came in. At first, she thought the bat was messing up with her, even asking if this was another trick to mess up with the guys… but instead of giving an answer Rouge started to dance. For an unknown amount of time which stretched onto the infinite, Wave was put at the mercy of the hips, eyes, belly and gem. When the performance was over, Wave could only submit to the bat dancer and became a slave to her will and design.

Rouge and the gem had been pleased and while she enjoyed seeing her first female slave she needed to wait for the right time to use her. She also wanted to concentrate on other girls, like Amy and Blaze who hoped to turn them into other kinds of servants. Talking about the idea with her second-in-command, who barely days ago was put under the hypnotic trance of the gem, the two came up with a good role: a sleeper agent.

Wave would be kept busy with the Babylons and Rouge would go and enslave other people around the city…but she still needed someone who would help her get some information or track certain people. Wave didn’t care, her mind only had thoughts of loving her mistress and following every order which made the idea of breaking free an impossibility.

Rouge repeated the new role that Wave would fulfill and also created the trigger that would put her back into the state of trance. For the next couple of months, Wave lived her life like nothing happened, but in reality she helped more than she would have ever believed. She was responsible for tracking resistance members like Bean the Dynamite, Bark the Polar bear and Fang the Sniper. She even was one of the dancers responsible for enslaving the latter, using some of the power granted to her by the Tra-ahn-ce gem and giving him the option of submission in exchange for the privilege of kissing her belly. Her own persona was still intact, her ego full to the brim and yet her pride was aimed toward being the best kind of slave and agent for her wonderful owner.

She was ready to obey, to die for her mistress and would do anything she said. She wouldn’t tire or hesitate, the state of bliss of her eternal trance was so powerful that it felt better than a good night of sleep, which Wave was grateful for. “I’m ready to follow orders. I hear, and I obey,” she said in a monotone voice as all of this came rushing back to her. While it wasn’t her Mistress whom she was talking to at the moment, she remembered that anyone who would mention the trigger would have almost the same power over her, becoming her handler of some sort.

“I’m in the Greenside forest, I’ll send you my coordinates in a moment. I want you to lie and say you found a malfunction and need to stop and land the ship in order to repair it” the voice commanded her and she followed the plan. Before she left her workshop, the bird gal put on her protective glasses so Jet and Storm wouldn't notice the yellow spirals in her eyes. Going into the piloting room, Wave started the landing on the place that the other slave told her to go. When Jet came and asked why she was doing it, she told the exact thing that had been asked of her, knowing pretty well that neither him or Storm would stop her from repairing their home. All of this felt like routine to her, a well-oiled, no-questions-asked machine of obedience and worship. She piloted and found a perfect spot to land as she then went away with a toolbox to sell this false narrative. Coming out from the ship, Wave went to the other side where the turbine she said was “malfunctioning” could be located. Taking off her glasses and looking around, she found the one who called her: Vanilla.

Before being turned into one of the many maidens under Rouge’s control, she lived a quiet life with her daughter, Cream. After being captured, Rouge hypnotized them separately, using different techniques on both, but concentrating more on Vanilla. She was aware that her calm voice helped her in some way, the rabbit woman did such a good job in her first days that she became a very important member of Rouge’s team, even letting her continue taking care of her daughter while both were in that state. Vanilla worked most of the time at the base, rarely going out, but after the failed ambush attempt of the Harem Squad, Rouge decided to send her on the mission to awake her sleeper agent. Someone a bit more subtle and quiet could work better there and thankfully that plan worked as Wave knelt in front of her handler.

Wave was happy to see someone who worked for her mistress, even liking the outfit Vanilla was wearing, which was a much more prude version of the bedlah they wore. With her memories and new way of thinking, Wave wanted to get the opportunity of using such an outfit for whichever mission had to be handled, which was going to happen at that moment.

“I hope you had a great time dreaming about those nice moments, with all that lovely music and the wonderful dancing. You can thank our mistress for that later, but now, it’s time for you to show what you learnt,” Vanilla said before Wave understood what this really meant as the toolbox she had taken out had a hidden compartment, one in which her own bedlah could be found. It was blue, much unlike her regular attire, though combined with a touch of white and no small amount of gold. Much like she prided herself with her own talent, she did the same with her own outfit as it demonstrated her body in a way that was a far cry from the more modest ensemble that Vanilla wore. “The Babylons time is done and you can return to our Mistress’ side…after you turn them both into precious allies and servants, of course.”

Wave finished putting on the belly dancer attire and she went inside the ship along with Vanilla. After telling Jet to start the engine with the use of the communicator, the two needed only to wait until they were too high above in the clouds to go with their very next step: enforcing the will of their beloved Mistress upon those lucky two.

Back in the piloting room, Jet and Storm waited for Wave to come back. While neither he nor the gray bird usually mentioned it, both appreciated Wave and were glad to see that even after those bad moments they still were together. Their quiet moment was interrupted by another malfunction, this time the lights were suddenly turned off, an unexpected turn of events given Wave would have warned them off prior. “Now what?” Jet said, annoyed by the problem all-around them, obscurity making it hard to notice or analyze much of anything. While he tried to look around what was wrong, at least to the best of his abilities, Storm heard someone walking. Turning around, he was left speechless after seeing Wave enter, who was not only with a different outfit, but her eyes were covered by the spirals of the slave of Rouge. There was some kind of light to her, an aura which made it much too easy to discern her even amidst the darkness as Storm was aghast at this sudden sight.

“Boss…”he said while trying to get Jet’s attention. At first, the green bird thought that his friend was merely being himself, thus annoying, but after turning around he became aware of their immediate situation. He couldn’t believe it, Wave under the control of Rouge, the feeling of that moment was a mix of surprise and guilt, thinking that it was his fault for not taking care of Wave like the leader he was. Not noticing any changes, not listening to possible cues…yet it was too late and their bedlah-clad companion was there to behold.

Soon, the hypnotized bird gal was accompanied by Vanilla, who gave her a pair of long fans which looked like massive feathers. Jet and Storm weren’t sure what they could do, this development being too quick and shocking for them to react, the obscurity not quite helping too. What were those fans for? Was it for some kind of attack? They didn’t know what she was going to do, but in reality Wave was aware that her plan was something entirely unexpected.

Pulling out a speaker, the same one that the harem squad used on their job, Vanilla pressed a button and music started to play. The melody was the same one that Wave heard in her dreams, repeating in her head whenever she was there to put her former friends in a deep trance. Listening to the music both in her head and out there for real made her go deeper in the state of trance. It was a nice moment for her, but Wave quickly recomposed herself, not wanting to disappoint Vanilla, and most importantly, her divine mistress Rouge.

Wave moved the pair of fans for a while until she stopped in the right position, with her hips cocked and the feather-like objects covering everything except for her eyes and belly. She waited for the right part of the music to start, and after hearing the glorious beat she was looking for, the one with the flutes, the bird gal started to dance.

The most surprising thing for the two surprised members of the Babylon Rogues, apart from Wave with the spirals in her eyes and in that revealing outfit, was seeing their friend dance like that. The way she slowly swayed her hips, going very slowly each time she rotated, was something that took the attention of both Jet and Storm. It was tantalizing, a magnetic pull for the visual senses as while Wave was certainly not an ugly lady, quite the opposite at that, she was simply stunning in all kinds of ways here.

Her routine combined her hips and the fans that she was holding. Each time she moved, Wave would put the feathers on the other side, meaning that if she was on the right one feather would be on the left, then the opposite. It felt so good, so hypnotic seeing her dance, but also a bit weird as neither Jet nor Storm could have figured she’d ever do something like that for the both of them. They were very close to Wave and would never even imagine seeing her like that, but it was so good seeing how her hips moved.

Storm was the first one to succumb, him being the strongest though definitely not the smartest meant that he could easily be manipulated. “No, Storm, we have to resist…” Jet said, doing his best to remain strong, the dance barely started and it looked like both of them were struggling to keep their minds together. Jet himself was much more willful, confident to the point of arrogance and as such he could not, would not dare give Wave what she wanted there…yet all the same he did love her in his own way and that proved to be a weakness that she would exploit very easily

“Don’t resist.”

“Being at the mercy of the Mistress Rouge is not a bad thing.”

“And if you enjoyed the start, then I hope you are ready for the rest of the dance.”

Wave said all that after finishing the first part of her performance with a seductive pose, putting her arms behind her head to show more emphasis on her belly. She then started to combine the swaying of her hips with some belly rolls, making it difficult for both spectators to resist. An unsurprising sight for the bird gal was Storm falling to his knees with a big smile on his face and with yellow spirals in his eyes. He had never been the smartest, always happy to follow either hers or Jet’s lead as those were the signasl that he just became a slave despite himself.

Vanilla carefully walked close to the hypnotized bird, not wanting to interrupt the mesmerizing ritual that Wave had started. “That’s a good boy, the mistress will be pleased with you. Now, let’s leave our sweet Wave with the remaining little birdy, shall we?” her voice sweet, making Storm feel calm and complacent, leaving him wanting to please her. He followed the gentle soul in the gorgeous bedlah, taking a good look at her hips and butt while walking out, leaving Wave alone with Jet.

In reality, that’s what Wave had wanted all along, now without Storm or Vanilla, she could delight him with her dance in a more pleasurable way. She decided to get closer to him, much nearer to where he was, carefully swaying with each step, trying to put emphasis on her dance and belly. Meanwhile, Jet remained in his standing position, doing his best to not go down like Storm. She always did see him as a little arrogant sometimes, though she had followed his leadership nevertheless in the past. Now though she knew what a real leader was, Rouge showed just how charismatic and powerful someone above everyone else ought to be and Wave would give him this lesson personally. As he struggled to not end up like Storm, Wave herself was pressing her advantage as her fans twirled around her hand to weave him her natural perfume while revealing her own sumptuous body at her own pace, tantalizing him further.

Wave giggled in the middle of this personal little show, realizing in disbelief that he was going to try to resist. “Oh, my dear Jet, both of us know that soon you will be on your knees, craving for more~”

He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Each moment he kept looking at her, he felt weaker and weaker and soon he was going to be overtaken by all of this. Jet couldn’t let this happen, but it was soon going to be his reality if he didn’t strengthen his resolve or if a miracle didn’t occur in the nick of time. Yet as Jet struggled, Wave merely chuckled some more and then extended one of her fans to caress his face, the feathers soft and fluffy as it only served to obfuscate everything else that wasn’t her.

“Don’t be rude and look my way, Jet. Don’t kid yourself into acting as if you weren’t deeply attracted to me since the moment we met,” Wave went on to say, a little declaration that could have been sweet if it weren’t for the way that she spoke about it, all-knowing and with a tease to her tone. She moved both fans forward to the side of his head as she shook her shoulders and chest, her purple light plumage barely concealing the incredible sight of her bosom underneath her blue, gold and white bedlah. The small amount of jewelry upon her person glistened and glimmered, catching on some ambient light as she brushed both fans away from him, removing his tunnel vision and yet the result was still there as she sent him allure upon allure willingly and unabashedly. “I’m a gem, a star, and you know I wear this bedlah splendidly. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

She was forceful, completely in-his-face and the seed of doubt within himself, doubt that he could properly resist, was being nurtured. Of course he felt that she was attractive and it was not even worth mentioning that seeing her belly dance was like a dream come true. He couldn’t completely avert these facts from his distracted brain and just admitting this gave her a firm foundation for the rest of what Wave would attempt as she spun the fans with a few flick of her wrists, the feathers and the colors of the metallic pieces holding them complementing each other wonderfully. She went on to gyrate her waist a couple of times and gave him a look that could melt steel, a gaze that penetrated deep within his soul itself as Jet felt his knees buckle just from that alone.

“And none of this would have been made a reality if it weren’t for my new Mistress, the great and gorgeous Rouge~” Wave went on to explain, herself accustomed to dumbing down technical details to both Jet and Storm whenever something complex was involved. She spoke in the same fashion, with the same calm approach to make sure they’d follow, yet she combined it with a dance that guided his stare absolutely everywhere she wanted him to look. Her fans went below and hid her hips, then she extended her arms to the side slowly as she demonstrated incredible shimmies, her hips acting like rapid-action pistons which made her flesh jiggle a bit in the best of ways. “Think about it. No Rouge, no beautiful bedlah for the love of your life, the girl who you constantly dream about, no personal little show for you to admire…aren’t you glad everything turned out this way?”

Jet certainly did not want for Storm or for Wave to become slaves to Rouge, part of her little empire. He knew this was happening right now, that if he succumbed the Babylon Rogues would be done for, absorbed in the well-oiled machine of this bat empress…yet despite himself he also did feel grateful as Wave kept him completely attentive to her own twisted logic. The way she obviously believed it all and kept him fascinated, her own fans twirling and spinning again, made it so Jet began to showcase yellow spirals in his eyes. A part of him gave her credit, saw the reasoning behind what she said and it was gaining ground over everything else, fueled by the absolute beauty on display as she moved her hands above and kept her fans spinning until they came to an abrupt stop and she bent her lower back a little to go for light sways and flutter with her stomach.

“Always on the run, from yourself and from the world, but you cannot hide anything from me. I know you’d do simply anything to finally be with me. It’s in your nature to do what’s necessary to get what you want, isn’t it?” Wave continued to explain, going with the flow as opposed to against the current as Jet was the kind of guy who wanted to be the best, to be right. He needed to be convinced that things were his ideas, his initiatives, and thus planting these arguments to look at her, to allow himself to be completely fascinated was child’s play for someone as smart and devoted to Rouge like her. The flutters continued as she brought her fans down to hide her belly partially, then resumed a rightful and straight stance as she swished them away while spinning her hips, as if she were a small tornado of utter sensuality. “You want me…but I now belong to Rouge. So truly the only way to obtain that which you desire is to do the same, wouldn’t you agree? You’d be by my side, serving the same purpose, pampering and admiring me…doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

For a moment it most certainly didn’t as Jet was too proud, yet this side of him was silenced as she spun those fans again, pushing them forward toward his own face as the spiral patterns emerged again. It dulled his mind, made it easier for certain “truths” to be assimilated and redirected to their inevitable destination. If Wave had become even more beautiful, confident and wise somehow, an aggrandizing view granted to him by her hypnotic performance, then perhaps being with Rouge wouldn’t be so bad. Just thinking about it made the spirals pop up even more inside his own eyes, overwriting his own irises and pupils with the yellow that Storm had showcased prior. He was getting entranced little by little, staring directly at the fans now.

“You’re seeing reason, I see. I understand your desires plainly and I’d love to see them come true…but I’m afraid I can’t go on and help you unless you swear to collaborate with me,” Wave continued, enjoying the sight of the ever-proud and stoic Jet beginning to fall under her sway, stopping her fans once again as she went for extended belly rolls, starting from her chest and undulating toward her own waist as she went left and right in a subtle fashion, adjusting her stance to do much like her namesake: move in waves. “Submit to Rouge…and you can come with me. I’ll even dance for you some more. It’ll be absolutely perfect~”

Jet tried to struggle, yet the reason why he was even attempting this concept began to elude him. Wave was just so sexy, so sublime like this. Her outfit put her midriff and cleavage in such a splendid display, making her own beauty all the clearer. While she did demonstrate those on a certain basis, the exotic style she was showing off made it even easier to fall in love with her all over again, to be utterly lustful before her awe-inducing splendor. As he stared at those undulations she covered her chest and midriff with the fans and twirled them again, the spirals returning and without truly thinking he just fixated his gaze upon them, feeling euphoria fill him as any stress he had prior had all been but forgotten.

“No need to worry about a thing. Trust in me, about how you and Storm shall be taken care of by myself and by our new mistress. To submit to me is to submit to Rouge and, in the end…you want me to claim you, don’t you?” Wave teased as she placed a fan half a meter away from his face, letting him occupy his sight completely for a few moments before then budging it out of the way to take a few steps backward, brushing the air with her hips by doing figure-eights. She wanted him to come closer, to show that he was indeed hers as Wave knew perfectly well that she could have rendered him mindless in mere moments much like she did with Storm…but she wanted to savor this. “Come forth, look at how my belly moves, how it pulls you in just like my fans and the spirals. Get on your knees before it to have a better look~”

To do as she said meant that he’d obey, that he would indeed surrender as the meaning of being on one’s knee was not lost on Wave…but it certainly was for Jet. No matter what was happening, he was turning into a monomaniac only caring about Wave. Slight visions of yellow spirals gravitated around her, making it so she was his world and her words meant everything to him. He barely understood now, halfway gone into a deep trance and yet as she stepped away he moved forward lazily, dazedly yet with determination as he fell on his knees due to a small yet pleasant case of vertigo and fatigue.

“A for effort…but it looks like you need my help. Like you always do in fact,” Wave sighed, all of this attitude from her part being by design as she slowly took one step forward, her figure-eights going in the opposite direction as if it were part of a reverse-mechanism…then she took another. She looked down on Jet, a smirk appearing on her beak as this felt like this was the position he was always meant to be in: below her. Completely smitten and attentive, eager to be at her beck and call as she then went for belly rolls just before his eyes to tantalize and charm him further. “It’s getting so hard to think, right? Let me do it for you, just like always. It can be so simple, so sweet…you just need to surrender your will to me~”

Normally Jet would think this to be a terrible deal, an insult to his person and yet right now he was not of sound mind. He was smiling in a fashion that could be only described as silly and humiliating, like an idiot and yet he was so happy. The yellow spirals in his eyes were going fast, the hypnosis indeed having taken hold over his psyche and ego. Nothing mattered, not even the betrayal, not even that Storm had been taken in by some rabbit in a bedlah or that he was about to surrender, whatever that meant. He just wanted to be with her and to please her and she was about to tell him how…and so he needed only to listen.

“If you become my slave, my obedient little plaything, then I can keep you and make sure you’ll feel this way forever. Wouldn’t that be nice? You’d always be pleasing me and everything would be taken care of~” Wave suggested, her tone honeyed as she held Jet’s chin upright with one closed fan while another went on to spin with her other hand, going left and right in an expert and slow fashion just before her midriff. One moment it hid her midriff and occupied his entire line of sight, then it moved out of the way to offer him a gorgeous view of those rolls that seduced him so. It was nirvana and Jet could only sigh in response to this particularly effective mental manipulation. “The only thing you need to do to pledge yourself, in a way that I’ll feel will be most convincing, is for you to kiss my belly while on your knees. You’d acknowledge that this is your natural position and that you’re beneath me…while also getting to show your love and devotion to the girl you can’t help but love and desire no matter what. Now go ahead and show me what we both know will happen…slave~”

The way she emphasized this, pumped his brain full of certainty that he was lacking made it so the ever confident and direct leader of the Babylon Rogues was but a shadow of himself. His eyes full of spirals, his body limp and his beak half-open due to his trance, he went forward to obey her suggestion, her command, as the desire to be with Wave, to please her became stronger than anything else. Dooming himself he went on to worship that purple midriff and his beak and tongue contact sent ecstasy upon his brain. It was a mental shut-down, a cessation of awareness and an acceptance of helpless, powerless subjugation that coursed through him as Jet did as he was told…and Wave stopped her dance so as to better observe the downfall of the one who had once dared to order her around in the past.

She felt powerful, victorious, not only did Wave show that she had the moves to hypnotize her friends, but she also felt that she did a good job for her mistress. The bird gal wasn’t even sure what was more enjoyable, her victory or the sweet feeling of her new slave enjoying her belly. Nevertheless, she was happy and couldn’t wait to see Rouge, to finally bow before her after so long.

“Bravo, bravo,” Wave heard Vanilla, who was standing behind her, arriving unheard and unseen. The smile of the bird gal turned into a neutral expression, not sure about what the pretty woman would say or do, aware that she was her handler right now. Her confidence went to zero, feeling scared that her dance hadn’t been good enough or that she hadn’t put enough emphasis on the mistress, which was thankfully far from the truth. “Smile, don’t feel scared or anything, I’m actually quite surprised about your abilities. I’d even say that our divine mistress would certainly grant you a reward for this flawless job.”

Wave saw her smile return now that she was aware that her work was up to par. All those negative thoughts went away, being replaced with her own supreme confidence. How good her dance was, how her induction had been sublime, but the most important one, the one that gave her more satisfaction about her abilities, was that her mistress would be happy with what she did. Just hearing Vanilla say this sparked ultimate enjoyment within her psyche.

“I’ll call our mistress to tell them the good news. While I do that, put the coordinates on the ship’s navigator to her palace.” Vanilla said as Wave quickly moved away from Jet, who was left on the floor with a dumb grin after the sweet taste of her belly. Obeying her handler’s command, Wave went on to alter the direction of the ship towards the place where everything started: Central City.

Months had passed since the Babylons visited the city, the current seat of Rouge’s empire, even avoiding it after the bat took control of the place…but now that the minds of the three birds had now the ideas to obey their mistress, they were more than happy to go back there. Out of the three, Wave was the happiest, hoping that the trip wouldn’t take that long, more than eager to return to the side of her mistress, where she belonged. Wave and Vanilla didn’t talk that much during the trip, the only thing that Vanilla mentioned being that Rouge had a couple of surprises for them and the two other hypnotized slaves.

After an hour, the ship arrived at the city, but before Wave could land on the top of the palace, Vanilla told her to go to a new area that was close. During the last couple of months, and after discussing it with her second in command, an idea came: trying to use various machines and vehicles that would help her slaves capture the survivors. It was a good idea, one that would make things easy for her, the problem was that Tails couldn’t come up with a good reference for the designs, until Rouge remembered Wave and the ship she designed. Now returning, she was a good asset, being almost as pretty as her and nearly as smart as her second in command. She was the perfect one for this job.

Landing on this new locale, Wave, Vanilla and the two hypnotized birds came out of the ship. Not only was Rouge waiting for them, but also a vast majority of her close group of slaves, which consisted of most of her former friends. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, her Harem Squad, her butler Silver, the chaotix, almost everyone was there. After they saw the bird gal, Rouge commanded her slaves to applaude Wave for what she had accomplished

The applause and the cheers made Wave feel good about what she did, everyone there was praising her and felt like the happiest woman in the world. What she deserved, what she had more than earned: recognition for her excellence. After getting closer to her mistress, Wave and Vanilla bowed in respect, feeling privileged of being this close to such a sublime being. Rouge took a moment to admire the ship, continuing being surprised by what Wave had done with this vessel. Now that both Vanilla and Wave were there, she needed to reward them, but also prepare other projects.

“Vanilla, you did well. You can go back and see your daughter. Before you do that, leave our two newest slaves into the room that was prepared for the occasion,” the alluring bat commanded. Not wanting to disobey or ignore the command, Vanilla bowed again and told Jet and Storm to follow her, knowing pretty well the mistress would dance for them soon. Rouge also told her Harem Squad to go with Vanilla in case one of the birds would wake up and need to be “taken down”.

Even in that state of trance, Wave hoped that her friends would receive a good reward too for submitting to the mistress, who was far from done with her commands.” Everyone who knows their task, follow Tails into the ship.” Almost every guy that was there followed the second-in-command, who needed to take a good look at the ship for reference. The other men went with him, there mostly to help him lift the heavy stuff or take away things from the ship.

Now that she had Wave where she wanted, Rouge was ready to give her a reward, but the whole situation needed a toast, to celebrate what happened. “Silver, be nice and serve us our drinks.” Hearing the pretty voice of his mistress, the butler called out his assistant, who came with a bottle of Rouge’s favorite wine. Taking a closer look at the “assistant” of the butler, Wave quickly recognized her: it was Sticks, the badger who they found in the convenience store days ago. She had a different appearance, going from the survival girl she was into a nice and elegant maid that spotted the same green spirals as Silver. “While I couldn’t take your friends that day, my Harem Squad came with this pretty acquisition to my collection,” Rouge said while receiving her glass, satisfied about the result.

Wave remained quiet while receiving hers, waiting for her mistress to mention what her reward would be. She didn’t care what she would receive, Wave would be happy with anything granted to her by the supreme mistress, yet anticipation did build up. After both drank their glasses until they were empty, they gave them back to the buttler and the maid, the former refilling Rouge’s glass.

“You did well, pretty well. Vanilla told me about what you achieved and I have to tell you, I’m quite impressed. For your efforts, I have two rewards: first, you will see me dance for you, while I add more ideas and triggers. After that, for doing such a good job, I’ll allow you to choose anyone here to be your personal slave, who will love and be loyal to you, your personal assistant who will still be subservient to me before anyone else…but you shall be a very close second. The only one out of the question is Sonic, I am having too much fun with him and I have a soft spot for seeing him being such a lovestruck little slave~” Rouge said before taking a sip of her drink. It would prove to be an easy decision for Wave, loving Jet in her own way, she would greatly enjoy to have him as a slave, now having the chance for both of them to declare their unique kind of feelings for each other. She still needed to wait until her mistress would delight her with her hypnotic dance, but she was more than happy to have that as a reward too.

Finishing her drink, Rouge started to walk back to her palace as the other three slaves followed her. Everyone else knew that Rouge was going to dance and were told in advance not to interrupt her. Wave never expected this situation to happen, always feeling that she had control over her life, but instead she was a slave, a puppet of the alluring bat who used her for her own purpose. Her old life was nothing more than a thing of the past, with Wave only caring about her new future, now being under the trance full time and hoping to do her best to please her mistress. All her dreams prior had been illusions as far as she knew, but she knew better now as they were merely the truth of who she was and what she could even become. It was time to discard their falsehood…

And live them out for real.

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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE

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Mindtasker and I couldn't just stop after two it seems.

With so many gals and wild characters in the Sonic universe, we thought of trying to include more of them in our ongoing "Corrupt Rouge" saga and we went with one of Mindtasker's favorite: Wave. I then suggested we get Vanilla in there and we were in business, with the two of us collaborating yet again. For this one, however, Mindtasker did more than the previous two with the intro, the outro and even a part of the dance induction. I edited and corrected it to the best of my abilities, did the whole passage with Jet and Wave and that's about it. It still very much is a work out of two people, naturally.

For the illustration, we went with Gameboyred again given that he did the last two and he did another superb job. The outfit designs, the hypno iconography and the sexy vibes are all present to give out a splendid result. A more modest Vanilla (though not too much), the feather and teasing manners of Wave, neat stuff all-around. If you like his work and think to maybe commission him, check out his prices right here:

And, of course, a small plug-in for my Patreon with kinky stuff not seen anywhere else (for free!) along with options to contribute to biweekly CYOA chapters and monthly bonus tales: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now read on and find out just what exactly happened in the land of Mobius...

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BABYLON DREAMS

After finishing the usual routine of checking the defense programs of the Babylon’s ship, Wave left her workshop and went to her room, ready to have some well-needed rest after a long and tiring day.

It wasn’t always easy living like that, especially the last couple of months after Rouge took control of the four main cities. Using her hypnotic powers and with the help of her special group of slaves she had turned those empty places into a paradise…at least according to her own propaganda. Each of them had an enormous number of people that worshiped the bat dancer and would take down anyone who wasn’t following her, outnumbering them in a way that could only be described as outrageously.

Before that, she and the other Babylon Rogues, Jet and Storm, received a message about a resistance that would bring an end to the reign of the bat. The only problem, as far as they were concerned, was that there weren’t any benefits for them. The three birds only had each other during the main part of their life up until now and for the foreseeable future, so the situation wasn’t much different for them. While the last message they received changed their mind, mentioning that whatever happened they wouldn't have to give back the things they stole if they joined, the group of birds didn’t receive another message after that. Wave tried searching for other networks of the resistance, the last one they tried being from one of the bases used by the Chaotix. With no more messages, the Babylon decided to continue with their normal life, which was now the usual thing for them: stealing and moving from one place to another like nomads.

In the past, they enjoyed traveling around, searching for treasures and new adventures, but the activities they liked the most was competing with their boards, even having the chance of racing against the people that now were nothing more than slaves like Sonic, Blaze and even the hypnotic Rouge herself. But now that people were fighting for their lives, the Babylons had to drop most of their past priorities and try to do their best to survive.

Now the trio of birds went to the recently or older abandoned cities, trying to steal valuable objects and other things that would help them in their current objective: living as best as possible in tough times. While those places looked calm and quiet, there was always this feeling of someone looking at them, Wave always felt this the most out of the three. With each new location they where in, she expected to see someone, from survivors to slaves. There could ever be other scavengers, people actually living there despite it all…it really felt like they were observed and sometimes followed on occasion.

Sadly, the last couple of places they visited happened to be filled with some surprises, the bad kind. Continuing with her plan of world domination, Rouge started to send spies around the abandoned cities that soon would be turned into places or worship. The only one that didn’t look like that was a small town close to the sea, a nameless little burg far away from other civilized areas. While robbing a convenience store, they found a stranger; someone who wasn’t under the same hypnotic trance as most everyone else. It was a traveler by the name of Sticks who, like the group of birds, was surprised to see that Rouge didn’t have control over them.

At first, it looked like both the badger and Jet would angrily “discuss” which of the items they would claim, but quickly Wave calmed him down and reminded him that the store was big enough for both to get what they felt they needed. As usual, while he didn’t like it, the hawk listened to his second-in-command and let Sticks get her stuff while the Babylons went to their supplies. She had been there prior to them anyway, as far as Wave was concerned.

Finishing moving the equipment, tools, food and all they could carry back to the ship, Wave tossed the idea of going back to see if there was something else they could find. She didn’t understand why she wanted to do that, seeing that they already had what they needed and more, but something in her mind was telling her to go back and see. Back inside, the birds noticed that the badger continued grabbing cans and looking for anything that could be used like a weapon.

After a few minutes looking at the halls of the store, Jet decided that it was time to leave and move on to wherever they’d be able to lay low for a while. “Well, I don’t think there’s anything else for us. Let’s leave this place, ASAP,” he commanded, ready to pack it in and put this badger incident behind to continue their escape, but the sound of someone knocking the glass door interrupted them. The Babylons and the badger saw three belly dancing girls, taking a closer look, Wave noticed that they were familiar faces: Amy, Blaze and Tangle.

Thanks to some information they had, the Babylons knew that all of them were nothing more than a shadow of their former selves, the three gals now part of a harem squad, whose main purpose was to capture anyone who they found. “What are they doing here? Last time I checked the radar, there were only us three and the badger. How could this happen?” Wave thought out loud, her shock replicated by the others as those bothersome bedlah babes appeared out of nowhere.

Instead of breaking the door, Tangle moved her tails and made a hand with five fingers up, each second she would lower one as she counted down to something. At first, the four survivors didn’t understand what she was doing, but the badger deduced it: she was taunting and giving them some time to try to escape. With no other choice, the Babylons and Sticks ran away from the door before Tangle stopped her little gesture and used her tail to break the door.

After everyone went inside the ship, Sticks included as she did not wait for permission, the gals stopped holding the door to let everyone in and ran into the depths of the ship. Wave went first, jumping as high as she could. She tried helping Sticks, but in mid-jump, the badger girl was grabbed by Tangle’s tail which had snaked its way inside. Wave felt guilty, but there was nothing she could do. Seeing how the badger was trapped and noticing that quickly spirals were forming in her eyes, it made her close the door and run to the piloting room to make sure this wouldn’t happen to her or the other Babylon Rogues.

They were almost caught thanks to Wave, who still felt remorse about this potential catastrophe. While Jet was still in shock at the situation, he tried to show that he wasn’t angry at her, even suggesting for Wave to take a small break while he piloted the ship. The bird gal appreciated the gesture and was grateful that her two friends were not showing any animosity toward her, but there were other things that simply couldn't be ignored.

For the last couple of weeks, Wave had recurring dreams. Sometimes she was in the same empty cities, all by herself, the only difference being that everything looked colorful and she remembered hearing some nice music. Other times, she had nightmares, ones where she would wake up in a dark building, being all by herself and hearing Jet and Storm calling her, but also another voice doing the same, a feminine one that was dripping with seduction and confidence. She couldn't mention them to her friends, not after their last couple of weeks, but they noticed that Wave wasn’t acting like herself lately. To calm herself down, Wave decided to look at some of the defense programs of the ship before going to sleep. They were stressed and under enough pressure that just talking about silly dreams would just seem superfluous at this point.

Even days after that bad moment, Wave still couldn't ignore the dreams she had. Even her latest one consisted of a recreation of the moment the badger girl had been captured, albeit with one small change: Instead of the three belly dancers, it was Rouge who was hypnotizing her using her dance moves and the shiny gem on her belly. The dreams and nightmares became more common and each night she would wake up from them, sweating and feeling nervous.

Trying to find a way to calm herself after the most recent one, Wave decided that if she ever woke up again from one of those dreams, she wouldn’t go back to sleep and instead go to her workshop so she could think of anything else. After another dream related to Rouge, Wave got up from her bed, put on some clothes and went to the other room with the firm intention to work it off. “I hope this helps, if not I’m just wasting time and energy I can’t spend willy-nilly” she said before taking a sip of some tea she just made. Being the girl that liked everything to go in order, she didn’t like working if she didn’t have the right attitude or energy, the last thing she needed was to do a poor job.

Looking around, Wave saw her communicator, which had seen some damage that day in the convenience store. It was an easy enough job, the bird gal being confident that she could fix it even with a bad night of sleep. After barely 10 minutes, the communicator was repaired and functional, satisfaction creeping up on her as even her groggy mind could work wonders. Wave decided to see if she could add any new features, like a small radar or a camera, but before the bird gal could think on what to do it began to beep as someone tried to get in contact with her.

“Who could it be?” she said quietly, still processing that unexpected call. Taking a moment, Wave started to ponder who or what it might be. Maybe it was another group of people from the resistance, some unrelated person, a loop-feedback from an enemy radar…or it was a malfunction. The bird gal pressed the button to respond, her curiosity too potent to ignore, which sadly would only turn out to be the start of her demise.

“The nightmare is over, it’s time for you to wake up and help with the hypnotic dream of the Mistress.”

The phrase put her in a calm state, something she hadn't felt in a long time. While it wasn't the Rouge’s commanding tone from her dreams, Wave heard a soothing and feminine voice, someone who sounded nice and loving. After hearing the phrase, yellow spirals covered her eyes, her spirit calm and accepting of this sudden change. There was a reason for the reaction of the swallow girl: Rouge had hypnotized her a long time ago.

It happened quite before she became the hypnotic queen she was now known as, after hypnotizing Tails, the bat had actually encountered Wave. The “Tra-ahn-ce” gem felt a powerful potential coming from the bird gal and Rouge wanted to take control over her to please both the gem and herself. She came up with the perfect excuse: forming a team. Rouge knew well that Wave’s ego always messed up with her and that many people normally took advantage of that. Telling her about the idea of forming a team that would consist of only the best of the best, Wave accepted.

The two were supposed to meet in Tail’s garage, yet Wave was ambushed by Rouge and her hypnotic outfit the moment she came in. At first, she thought the bat was messing up with her, even asking if this was another trick to mess up with the guys… but instead of giving an answer Rouge started to dance. For an unknown amount of time which stretched onto the infinite, Wave was put at the mercy of the hips, eyes, belly and gem. When the performance was over, Wave could only submit to the bat dancer and became a slave to her will and design.

Rouge and the gem had been pleased and while she enjoyed seeing her first female slave she needed to wait for the right time to use her. She also wanted to concentrate on other girls, like Amy and Blaze who hoped to turn them into other kinds of servants. Talking about the idea with her second-in-command, who barely days ago was put under the hypnotic trance of the gem, the two came up with a good role: a sleeper agent.

Wave would be kept busy with the Babylons and Rouge would go and enslave other people around the city…but she still needed someone who would help her get some information or track certain people. Wave didn’t care, her mind only had thoughts of loving her mistress and following every order which made the idea of breaking free an impossibility.

Rouge repeated the new role that Wave would fulfill and also created the trigger that would put her back into the state of trance. For the next couple of months, Wave lived her life like nothing happened, but in reality she helped more than she would have ever believed. She was responsible for tracking resistance members like Bean the Dynamite, Bark the Polar bear and Fang the Sniper. She even was one of the dancers responsible for enslaving the latter, using some of the power granted to her by the Tra-ahn-ce gem and giving him the option of submission in exchange for the privilege of kissing her belly. Her own persona was still intact, her ego full to the brim and yet her pride was aimed toward being the best kind of slave and agent for her wonderful owner.

She was ready to obey, to die for her mistress and would do anything she said. She wouldn’t tire or hesitate, the state of bliss of her eternal trance was so powerful that it felt better than a good night of sleep, which Wave was grateful for. “I’m ready to follow orders. I hear, and I obey,” she said in a monotone voice as all of this came rushing back to her. While it wasn’t her Mistress whom she was talking to at the moment, she remembered that anyone who would mention the trigger would have almost the same power over her, becoming her handler of some sort.

“I’m in the Greenside forest, I’ll send you my coordinates in a moment. I want you to lie and say you found a malfunction and need to stop and land the ship in order to repair it” the voice commanded her and she followed the plan. Before she left her workshop, the bird gal put on her protective glasses so Jet and Storm wouldn't notice the yellow spirals in her eyes. Going into the piloting room, Wave started the landing on the place that the other slave told her to go. When Jet came and asked why she was doing it, she told the exact thing that had been asked of her, knowing pretty well that neither him or Storm would stop her from repairing their home. All of this felt like routine to her, a well-oiled, no-questions-asked machine of obedience and worship. She piloted and found a perfect spot to land as she then went away with a toolbox to sell this false narrative. Coming out from the ship, Wave went to the other side where the turbine she said was “malfunctioning” could be located. Taking off her glasses and looking around, she found the one who called her: Vanilla.

Before being turned into one of the many maidens under Rouge’s control, she lived a quiet life with her daughter, Cream. After being captured, Rouge hypnotized them separately, using different techniques on both, but concentrating more on Vanilla. She was aware that her calm voice helped her in some way, the rabbit woman did such a good job in her first days that she became a very important member of Rouge’s team, even letting her continue taking care of her daughter while both were in that state. Vanilla worked most of the time at the base, rarely going out, but after the failed ambush attempt of the Harem Squad, Rouge decided to send her on the mission to awake her sleeper agent. Someone a bit more subtle and quiet could work better there and thankfully that plan worked as Wave knelt in front of her handler.

Wave was happy to see someone who worked for her mistress, even liking the outfit Vanilla was wearing, which was a much more prude version of the bedlah they wore. With her memories and new way of thinking, Wave wanted to get the opportunity of using such an outfit for whichever mission had to be handled, which was going to happen at that moment.

“I hope you had a great time dreaming about those nice moments, with all that lovely music and the wonderful dancing. You can thank our mistress for that later, but now, it’s time for you to show what you learnt,” Vanilla said before Wave understood what this really meant as the toolbox she had taken out had a hidden compartment, one in which her own bedlah could be found. It was blue, much unlike her regular attire, though combined with a touch of white and no small amount of gold. Much like she prided herself with her own talent, she did the same with her own outfit as it demonstrated her body in a way that was a far cry from the more modest ensemble that Vanilla wore. “The Babylons time is done and you can return to our Mistress’ side…after you turn them both into precious allies and servants, of course.”

Wave finished putting on the belly dancer attire and she went inside the ship along with Vanilla. After telling Jet to start the engine with the use of the communicator, the two needed only to wait until they were too high above in the clouds to go with their very next step: enforcing the will of their beloved Mistress upon those lucky two.

Back in the piloting room, Jet and Storm waited for Wave to come back. While neither he nor the gray bird usually mentioned it, both appreciated Wave and were glad to see that even after those bad moments they still were together. Their quiet moment was interrupted by another malfunction, this time the lights were suddenly turned off, an unexpected turn of events given Wave would have warned them off prior. “Now what?” Jet said, annoyed by the problem all-around them, obscurity making it hard to notice or analyze much of anything. While he tried to look around what was wrong, at least to the best of his abilities, Storm heard someone walking. Turning around, he was left speechless after seeing Wave enter, who was not only with a different outfit, but her eyes were covered by the spirals of the slave of Rouge. There was some kind of light to her, an aura which made it much too easy to discern her even amidst the darkness as Storm was aghast at this sudden sight.

“Boss…”he said while trying to get Jet’s attention. At first, the green bird thought that his friend was merely being himself, thus annoying, but after turning around he became aware of their immediate situation. He couldn’t believe it, Wave under the control of Rouge, the feeling of that moment was a mix of surprise and guilt, thinking that it was his fault for not taking care of Wave like the leader he was. Not noticing any changes, not listening to possible cues…yet it was too late and their bedlah-clad companion was there to behold.

Soon, the hypnotized bird gal was accompanied by Vanilla, who gave her a pair of long fans which looked like massive feathers. Jet and Storm weren’t sure what they could do, this development being too quick and shocking for them to react, the obscurity not quite helping too. What were those fans for? Was it for some kind of attack? They didn’t know what she was going to do, but in reality Wave was aware that her plan was something entirely unexpected.

Pulling out a speaker, the same one that the harem squad used on their job, Vanilla pressed a button and music started to play. The melody was the same one that Wave heard in her dreams, repeating in her head whenever she was there to put her former friends in a deep trance. Listening to the music both in her head and out there for real made her go deeper in the state of trance. It was a nice moment for her, but Wave quickly recomposed herself, not wanting to disappoint Vanilla, and most importantly, her divine mistress Rouge.

Wave moved the pair of fans for a while until she stopped in the right position, with her hips cocked and the feather-like objects covering everything except for her eyes and belly. She waited for the right part of the music to start, and after hearing the glorious beat she was looking for, the one with the flutes, the bird gal started to dance.

The most surprising thing for the two surprised members of the Babylon Rogues, apart from Wave with the spirals in her eyes and in that revealing outfit, was seeing their friend dance like that. The way she slowly swayed her hips, going very slowly each time she rotated, was something that took the attention of both Jet and Storm. It was tantalizing, a magnetic pull for the visual senses as while Wave was certainly not an ugly lady, quite the opposite at that, she was simply stunning in all kinds of ways here.

Her routine combined her hips and the fans that she was holding. Each time she moved, Wave would put the feathers on the other side, meaning that if she was on the right one feather would be on the left, then the opposite. It felt so good, so hypnotic seeing her dance, but also a bit weird as neither Jet nor Storm could have figured she’d ever do something like that for the both of them. They were very close to Wave and would never even imagine seeing her like that, but it was so good seeing how her hips moved.

Storm was the first one to succumb, him being the strongest though definitely not the smartest meant that he could easily be manipulated. “No, Storm, we have to resist…” Jet said, doing his best to remain strong, the dance barely started and it looked like both of them were struggling to keep their minds together. Jet himself was much more willful, confident to the point of arrogance and as such he could not, would not dare give Wave what she wanted there…yet all the same he did love her in his own way and that proved to be a weakness that she would exploit very easily

“Don’t resist.”

“Being at the mercy of the Mistress Rouge is not a bad thing.”

“And if you enjoyed the start, then I hope you are ready for the rest of the dance.”

Wave said all that after finishing the first part of her performance with a seductive pose, putting her arms behind her head to show more emphasis on her belly. She then started to combine the swaying of her hips with some belly rolls, making it difficult for both spectators to resist. An unsurprising sight for the bird gal was Storm falling to his knees with a big smile on his face and with yellow spirals in his eyes. He had never been the smartest, always happy to follow either hers or Jet’s lead as those were the signasl that he just became a slave despite himself.

Vanilla carefully walked close to the hypnotized bird, not wanting to interrupt the mesmerizing ritual that Wave had started. “That’s a good boy, the mistress will be pleased with you. Now, let’s leave our sweet Wave with the remaining little birdy, shall we?” her voice sweet, making Storm feel calm and complacent, leaving him wanting to please her. He followed the gentle soul in the gorgeous bedlah, taking a good look at her hips and butt while walking out, leaving Wave alone with Jet.

In reality, that’s what Wave had wanted all along, now without Storm or Vanilla, she could delight him with her dance in a more pleasurable way. She decided to get closer to him, much nearer to where he was, carefully swaying with each step, trying to put emphasis on her dance and belly. Meanwhile, Jet remained in his standing position, doing his best to not go down like Storm. She always did see him as a little arrogant sometimes, though she had followed his leadership nevertheless in the past. Now though she knew what a real leader was, Rouge showed just how charismatic and powerful someone above everyone else ought to be and Wave would give him this lesson personally. As he struggled to not end up like Storm, Wave herself was pressing her advantage as her fans twirled around her hand to weave him her natural perfume while revealing her own sumptuous body at her own pace, tantalizing him further.

Wave giggled in the middle of this personal little show, realizing in disbelief that he was going to try to resist. “Oh, my dear Jet, both of us know that soon you will be on your knees, craving for more~”

He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Each moment he kept looking at her, he felt weaker and weaker and soon he was going to be overtaken by all of this. Jet couldn’t let this happen, but it was soon going to be his reality if he didn’t strengthen his resolve or if a miracle didn’t occur in the nick of time. Yet as Jet struggled, Wave merely chuckled some more and then extended one of her fans to caress his face, the feathers soft and fluffy as it only served to obfuscate everything else that wasn’t her.

“Don’t be rude and look my way, Jet. Don’t kid yourself into acting as if you weren’t deeply attracted to me since the moment we met,” Wave went on to say, a little declaration that could have been sweet if it weren’t for the way that she spoke about it, all-knowing and with a tease to her tone. She moved both fans forward to the side of his head as she shook her shoulders and chest, her purple light plumage barely concealing the incredible sight of her bosom underneath her blue, gold and white bedlah. The small amount of jewelry upon her person glistened and glimmered, catching on some ambient light as she brushed both fans away from him, removing his tunnel vision and yet the result was still there as she sent him allure upon allure willingly and unabashedly. “I’m a gem, a star, and you know I wear this bedlah splendidly. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

She was forceful, completely in-his-face and the seed of doubt within himself, doubt that he could properly resist, was being nurtured. Of course he felt that she was attractive and it was not even worth mentioning that seeing her belly dance was like a dream come true. He couldn’t completely avert these facts from his distracted brain and just admitting this gave her a firm foundation for the rest of what Wave would attempt as she spun the fans with a few flick of her wrists, the feathers and the colors of the metallic pieces holding them complementing each other wonderfully. She went on to gyrate her waist a couple of times and gave him a look that could melt steel, a gaze that penetrated deep within his soul itself as Jet felt his knees buckle just from that alone.

“And none of this would have been made a reality if it weren’t for my new Mistress, the great and gorgeous Rouge~” Wave went on to explain, herself accustomed to dumbing down technical details to both Jet and Storm whenever something complex was involved. She spoke in the same fashion, with the same calm approach to make sure they’d follow, yet she combined it with a dance that guided his stare absolutely everywhere she wanted him to look. Her fans went below and hid her hips, then she extended her arms to the side slowly as she demonstrated incredible shimmies, her hips acting like rapid-action pistons which made her flesh jiggle a bit in the best of ways. “Think about it. No Rouge, no beautiful bedlah for the love of your life, the girl who you constantly dream about, no personal little show for you to admire…aren’t you glad everything turned out this way?”

Jet certainly did not want for Storm or for Wave to become slaves to Rouge, part of her little empire. He knew this was happening right now, that if he succumbed the Babylon Rogues would be done for, absorbed in the well-oiled machine of this bat empress…yet despite himself he also did feel grateful as Wave kept him completely attentive to her own twisted logic. The way she obviously believed it all and kept him fascinated, her own fans twirling and spinning again, made it so Jet began to showcase yellow spirals in his eyes. A part of him gave her credit, saw the reasoning behind what she said and it was gaining ground over everything else, fueled by the absolute beauty on display as she moved her hands above and kept her fans spinning until they came to an abrupt stop and she bent her lower back a little to go for light sways and flutter with her stomach.

“Always on the run, from yourself and from the world, but you cannot hide anything from me. I know you’d do simply anything to finally be with me. It’s in your nature to do what’s necessary to get what you want, isn’t it?” Wave continued to explain, going with the flow as opposed to against the current as Jet was the kind of guy who wanted to be the best, to be right. He needed to be convinced that things were his ideas, his initiatives, and thus planting these arguments to look at her, to allow himself to be completely fascinated was child’s play for someone as smart and devoted to Rouge like her. The flutters continued as she brought her fans down to hide her belly partially, then resumed a rightful and straight stance as she swished them away while spinning her hips, as if she were a small tornado of utter sensuality. “You want me…but I now belong to Rouge. So truly the only way to obtain that which you desire is to do the same, wouldn’t you agree? You’d be by my side, serving the same purpose, pampering and admiring me…doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

For a moment it most certainly didn’t as Jet was too proud, yet this side of him was silenced as she spun those fans again, pushing them forward toward his own face as the spiral patterns emerged again. It dulled his mind, made it easier for certain “truths” to be assimilated and redirected to their inevitable destination. If Wave had become even more beautiful, confident and wise somehow, an aggrandizing view granted to him by her hypnotic performance, then perhaps being with Rouge wouldn’t be so bad. Just thinking about it made the spirals pop up even more inside his own eyes, overwriting his own irises and pupils with the yellow that Storm had showcased prior. He was getting entranced little by little, staring directly at the fans now.

“You’re seeing reason, I see. I understand your desires plainly and I’d love to see them come true…but I’m afraid I can’t go on and help you unless you swear to collaborate with me,” Wave continued, enjoying the sight of the ever-proud and stoic Jet beginning to fall under her sway, stopping her fans once again as she went for extended belly rolls, starting from her chest and undulating toward her own waist as she went left and right in a subtle fashion, adjusting her stance to do much like her namesake: move in waves. “Submit to Rouge…and you can come with me. I’ll even dance for you some more. It’ll be absolutely perfect~”

Jet tried to struggle, yet the reason why he was even attempting this concept began to elude him. Wave was just so sexy, so sublime like this. Her outfit put her midriff and cleavage in such a splendid display, making her own beauty all the clearer. While she did demonstrate those on a certain basis, the exotic style she was showing off made it even easier to fall in love with her all over again, to be utterly lustful before her awe-inducing splendor. As he stared at those undulations she covered her chest and midriff with the fans and twirled them again, the spirals returning and without truly thinking he just fixated his gaze upon them, feeling euphoria fill him as any stress he had prior had all been but forgotten.

“No need to worry about a thing. Trust in me, about how you and Storm shall be taken care of by myself and by our new mistress. To submit to me is to submit to Rouge and, in the end…you want me to claim you, don’t you?” Wave teased as she placed a fan half a meter away from his face, letting him occupy his sight completely for a few moments before then budging it out of the way to take a few steps backward, brushing the air with her hips by doing figure-eights. She wanted him to come closer, to show that he was indeed hers as Wave knew perfectly well that she could have rendered him mindless in mere moments much like she did with Storm…but she wanted to savor this. “Come forth, look at how my belly moves, how it pulls you in just like my fans and the spirals. Get on your knees before it to have a better look~”

To do as she said meant that he’d obey, that he would indeed surrender as the meaning of being on one’s knee was not lost on Wave…but it certainly was for Jet. No matter what was happening, he was turning into a monomaniac only caring about Wave. Slight visions of yellow spirals gravitated around her, making it so she was his world and her words meant everything to him. He barely understood now, halfway gone into a deep trance and yet as she stepped away he moved forward lazily, dazedly yet with determination as he fell on his knees due to a small yet pleasant case of vertigo and fatigue.

“A for effort…but it looks like you need my help. Like you always do in fact,” Wave sighed, all of this attitude from her part being by design as she slowly took one step forward, her figure-eights going in the opposite direction as if it were part of a reverse-mechanism…then she took another. She looked down on Jet, a smirk appearing on her beak as this felt like this was the position he was always meant to be in: below her. Completely smitten and attentive, eager to be at her beck and call as she then went for belly rolls just before his eyes to tantalize and charm him further. “It’s getting so hard to think, right? Let me do it for you, just like always. It can be so simple, so sweet…you just need to surrender your will to me~”

Normally Jet would think this to be a terrible deal, an insult to his person and yet right now he was not of sound mind. He was smiling in a fashion that could be only described as silly and humiliating, like an idiot and yet he was so happy. The yellow spirals in his eyes were going fast, the hypnosis indeed having taken hold over his psyche and ego. Nothing mattered, not even the betrayal, not even that Storm had been taken in by some rabbit in a bedlah or that he was about to surrender, whatever that meant. He just wanted to be with her and to please her and she was about to tell him how…and so he needed only to listen.

“If you become my slave, my obedient little plaything, then I can keep you and make sure you’ll feel this way forever. Wouldn’t that be nice? You’d always be pleasing me and everything would be taken care of~” Wave suggested, her tone honeyed as she held Jet’s chin upright with one closed fan while another went on to spin with her other hand, going left and right in an expert and slow fashion just before her midriff. One moment it hid her midriff and occupied his entire line of sight, then it moved out of the way to offer him a gorgeous view of those rolls that seduced him so. It was nirvana and Jet could only sigh in response to this particularly effective mental manipulation. “The only thing you need to do to pledge yourself, in a way that I’ll feel will be most convincing, is for you to kiss my belly while on your knees. You’d acknowledge that this is your natural position and that you’re beneath me…while also getting to show your love and devotion to the girl you can’t help but love and desire no matter what. Now go ahead and show me what we both know will happen…slave~”

The way she emphasized this, pumped his brain full of certainty that he was lacking made it so the ever confident and direct leader of the Babylon Rogues was but a shadow of himself. His eyes full of spirals, his body limp and his beak half-open due to his trance, he went forward to obey her suggestion, her command, as the desire to be with Wave, to please her became stronger than anything else. Dooming himself he went on to worship that purple midriff and his beak and tongue contact sent ecstasy upon his brain. It was a mental shut-down, a cessation of awareness and an acceptance of helpless, powerless subjugation that coursed through him as Jet did as he was told…and Wave stopped her dance so as to better observe the downfall of the one who had once dared to order her around in the past.

She felt powerful, victorious, not only did Wave show that she had the moves to hypnotize her friends, but she also felt that she did a good job for her mistress. The bird gal wasn’t even sure what was more enjoyable, her victory or the sweet feeling of her new slave enjoying her belly. Nevertheless, she was happy and couldn’t wait to see Rouge, to finally bow before her after so long.

“Bravo, bravo,” Wave heard Vanilla, who was standing behind her, arriving unheard and unseen. The smile of the bird gal turned into a neutral expression, not sure about what the pretty woman would say or do, aware that she was her handler right now. Her confidence went to zero, feeling scared that her dance hadn’t been good enough or that she hadn’t put enough emphasis on the mistress, which was thankfully far from the truth. “Smile, don’t feel scared or anything, I’m actually quite surprised about your abilities. I’d even say that our divine mistress would certainly grant you a reward for this flawless job.”

Wave saw her smile return now that she was aware that her work was up to par. All those negative thoughts went away, being replaced with her own supreme confidence. How good her dance was, how her induction had been sublime, but the most important one, the one that gave her more satisfaction about her abilities, was that her mistress would be happy with what she did. Just hearing Vanilla say this sparked ultimate enjoyment within her psyche.

“I’ll call our mistress to tell them the good news. While I do that, put the coordinates on the ship’s navigator to her palace.” Vanilla said as Wave quickly moved away from Jet, who was left on the floor with a dumb grin after the sweet taste of her belly. Obeying her handler’s command, Wave went on to alter the direction of the ship towards the place where everything started: Central City.

Months had passed since the Babylons visited the city, the current seat of Rouge’s empire, even avoiding it after the bat took control of the place…but now that the minds of the three birds had now the ideas to obey their mistress, they were more than happy to go back there. Out of the three, Wave was the happiest, hoping that the trip wouldn’t take that long, more than eager to return to the side of her mistress, where she belonged. Wave and Vanilla didn’t talk that much during the trip, the only thing that Vanilla mentioned being that Rouge had a couple of surprises for them and the two other hypnotized slaves.

After an hour, the ship arrived at the city, but before Wave could land on the top of the palace, Vanilla told her to go to a new area that was close. During the last couple of months, and after discussing it with her second in command, an idea came: trying to use various machines and vehicles that would help her slaves capture the survivors. It was a good idea, one that would make things easy for her, the problem was that Tails couldn’t come up with a good reference for the designs, until Rouge remembered Wave and the ship she designed. Now returning, she was a good asset, being almost as pretty as her and nearly as smart as her second in command. She was the perfect one for this job.

Landing on this new locale, Wave, Vanilla and the two hypnotized birds came out of the ship. Not only was Rouge waiting for them, but also a vast majority of her close group of slaves, which consisted of most of her former friends. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, her Harem Squad, her butler Silver, the chaotix, almost everyone was there. After they saw the bird gal, Rouge commanded her slaves to applaude Wave for what she had accomplished

The applause and the cheers made Wave feel good about what she did, everyone there was praising her and felt like the happiest woman in the world. What she deserved, what she had more than earned: recognition for her excellence. After getting closer to her mistress, Wave and Vanilla bowed in respect, feeling privileged of being this close to such a sublime being. Rouge took a moment to admire the ship, continuing being surprised by what Wave had done with this vessel. Now that both Vanilla and Wave were there, she needed to reward them, but also prepare other projects.

“Vanilla, you did well. You can go back and see your daughter. Before you do that, leave our two newest slaves into the room that was prepared for the occasion,” the alluring bat commanded. Not wanting to disobey or ignore the command, Vanilla bowed again and told Jet and Storm to follow her, knowing pretty well the mistress would dance for them soon. Rouge also told her Harem Squad to go with Vanilla in case one of the birds would wake up and need to be “taken down”.

Even in that state of trance, Wave hoped that her friends would receive a good reward too for submitting to the mistress, who was far from done with her commands.” Everyone who knows their task, follow Tails into the ship.” Almost every guy that was there followed the second-in-command, who needed to take a good look at the ship for reference. The other men went with him, there mostly to help him lift the heavy stuff or take away things from the ship.

Now that she had Wave where she wanted, Rouge was ready to give her a reward, but the whole situation needed a toast, to celebrate what happened. “Silver, be nice and serve us our drinks.” Hearing the pretty voice of his mistress, the butler called out his assistant, who came with a bottle of Rouge’s favorite wine. Taking a closer look at the “assistant” of the butler, Wave quickly recognized her: it was Sticks, the badger who they found in the convenience store days ago. She had a different appearance, going from the survival girl she was into a nice and elegant maid that spotted the same green spirals as Silver. “While I couldn’t take your friends that day, my Harem Squad came with this pretty acquisition to my collection,” Rouge said while receiving her glass, satisfied about the result.

Wave remained quiet while receiving hers, waiting for her mistress to mention what her reward would be. She didn’t care what she would receive, Wave would be happy with anything granted to her by the supreme mistress, yet anticipation did build up. After both drank their glasses until they were empty, they gave them back to the buttler and the maid, the former refilling Rouge’s glass.

“You did well, pretty well. Vanilla told me about what you achieved and I have to tell you, I’m quite impressed. For your efforts, I have two rewards: first, you will see me dance for you, while I add more ideas and triggers. After that, for doing such a good job, I’ll allow you to choose anyone here to be your personal slave, who will love and be loyal to you, your personal assistant who will still be subservient to me before anyone else…but you shall be a very close second. The only one out of the question is Sonic, I am having too much fun with him and I have a soft spot for seeing him being such a lovestruck little slave~” Rouge said before taking a sip of her drink. It would prove to be an easy decision for Wave, loving Jet in her own way, she would greatly enjoy to have him as a slave, now having the chance for both of them to declare their unique kind of feelings for each other. She still needed to wait until her mistress would delight her with her hypnotic dance, but she was more than happy to have that as a reward too.

Finishing her drink, Rouge started to walk back to her palace as the other three slaves followed her. Everyone else knew that Rouge was going to dance and were told in advance not to interrupt her. Wave never expected this situation to happen, always feeling that she had control over her life, but instead she was a slave, a puppet of the alluring bat who used her for her own purpose. Her old life was nothing more than a thing of the past, with Wave only caring about her new future, now being under the trance full time and hoping to do her best to please her mistress. All her dreams prior had been illusions as far as she knew, but she knew better now as they were merely the truth of who she was and what she could even become. It was time to discard their falsehood…

And live them out for real.