"Come, now..." the little ninja ughed at the infected robot's efforts, "Can't you take a hint when a girl's trying to tell you no~?" She turned her foot sideways on the bde, locking the katana’s hilt into the deep groove between her boot's heel and sole. Then, in one fluid movement, the ninja flipped, first causing an explosion of firework-like sparks from the beast’s suddenly-evacuated skull, then a pink crescent that trailed her as she shot skywards. She came down just in time to see the skeletal monstrosity lurching forwards, raising its arm yet again. The scraping, bending roar of metal-on-metal sounded like the cry of an evil beast as it swung once again in a single-minded effort to crush her. BOOM! Its hand came down. ... only to stop halfway to crushing her. And looking below that shaking, squealing mess of machinery, Kenta soon saw why: the bat had swung her plump and shapely leg skywards, showing off plenty of flesh in the process, but more importantly causing the pink bde still clutched in her toes to go straight through the beast’s wrist and pin him in pce. "But it's okay, you're just trying so hard!" Arching her back, the tiny bat twisted while her legs remained in pce, spinning her second bde upwards to cut off Thoth’s hand at its wrist with another neon-pink crescent ssh. Its severed hand came crashing down to the floor of the hangar with an earthshaking thud, not just leaving a deep dent but tossing up an obscuring cloud of dust into the air. Filing wildly, the robot finally succeeded in hurling the brat-bat off, but it was only a short-term victory. She jetted straight up into the air and a moment ter the saucy little minx came straight back down lithely on top of it, nding in a squat that stylishly emphasized her meaty butt and muscur thighs. Hard to believe someone so little could have such big legs, but it made sense watching her vaulting around the pce as if spring-loaded. How much power did that little body have? Behind her, Kenta reached Rakuraizer... only to find it hopelessly entangled with the fallen G-Corona. Valuable seconds ticked away as he began to pick his way through the rubble, looking for a way in. Meanwhile, the Geomorph-robot hoisted itself up into a sitting position, bracing itself on the stump of its severed hand. It raised its other hand to point at Rouge... "Get out of there! The weapon systems are coming online!" shouted Roll from the sidelines, and Rouge's ears barely pricked up in time. "But we didn't give it any weapons!" called Swan back. "It's... developing something!" Sure enough, something was happening with the fractured pieces of Thoth’s hand. Suddenly, the fingers broke off, changing before her eyes into individual units that lifted into the air, circling and moving around her. They rocketed across the room, following the motions of the Geomorph's outstretched hand, before shooting at her at full speed. Now they looked more like knives, propelled forwards by some unknown malicious energy. "Oho~?" Rouge watched the separated fingers of the Geomorph twist and form into flying, bded instruments with a bit of curious delight. "Where was all this enthusiasm before, hmm? Just have a hard time getting going, then?" The bdes began circling the sleek, inky bat, spinning above her head with a wide berth like a pack of wolves about to jump on their prey. Naturally, the sly girl’s response was a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She spun her katanas around to hold them backwards, pcing them behind her, the sides against her shapely, shiny-bck ass, lifting the cheeks to spill and jiggle nicely. It seemed like all of her 'stances' were made to titilte and tease as much as possible, like a stripper-cum-ninja. Or maybe she was just getting off on all of it. Slowly, saucily, Rouge bent down while keeping her arms in pce, arching her back and causing her massive, bustiered breasts to wobble, as if to present herself to her opponent. She was teasing the Geomorph into thinking she was defenseless, all while taunting it with a smoky, dripping voice. "Well? Don't keep me waiting~ ? " In a split-second, the Geomorph’s bdes shot downward towards her, crashing into the ground like giant bullets. The hangar shook with a loud, booming sound as a cloud of dust exploded around the area they made contact. However, when the smoke cleared, the ninja was nowhere to be found. "Having trouble penetrating me, honey~?" she called out from high above. The Geomorph raised it's rge skull to see the bat walking on the ceiling, her heels digging into the concrete and leaving little holes like she was effortlessly strutting down a catwalk, her arms behind her head and showing off all of her jiggling frame like she lived on having eyes on her shiny, voluptuous form. All in all, it was a world-css distraction - even Kenta himself would have stared too, if not for prevailing circumstances. Instead, he scrambled into the Rakuraizer's busted-up cockpit, still halfway destroyed from the damage inflicted by Cozy. He grumbled to himself about how if he got out of this alive he should totally turn her in as a Geomorph general, but even in his anger he knew it was just hot air. Such an action would go against everything he stood for. He was going to save her, too. He powered the systems on, bathing himself in the cockpit’s cool blue lighting. Half-functioning screens showing a myriad of errors and warnings, while loose sparking wires hung. Foregoing his pilot suit, Kenta gripped the controls and tried as much as he could to get the robot to stand, figuring that there wasn't much time at all and he couldn't just leave the strange, overly-sexy bat ninja dy hanging. Watching her work was mesmerizing and he had no idea where the hell she came from, but questions could always come ter. "Gahhh. Sorry, ATHENA. Sorry, Rakuraizer. I know you're hurting but we need you!" Rakuraizer’s eyes lit up, and Rouge smirked. With a smile, she stopped, stretched her arms with a little 'mmmm' and then smmed the hilts of her katanas together with a little 'click'. "Looks like Loverboy's about to make his heroic move, so shouldn’t that be my cue to step aside?!” But the only response from the bdes was to pull themselves from the ground with a rumble, spin in the air, turn to face the teasing little combat slut all at once... and then shoot straight for her! “Oh, you’re no fun!” she ughed. And then she was on the move all over again. Rouge squatted again in response, flexing her shapely thighs before leaping off the ceiling, concrete exploding beneath her feet with the force of her kick-off. She became a pink blur, jetting from finger to finger before nding back onto the ground with a loud cck of her heels. Exhaling, she slowly stood, raising her katanas above her head. With another 'click', she disconnected them, and in the same instant, all of the bdes exploded, bathing her with orange light from behind. Moments ter, a rain of fire and machine-parts came hurtling down towards Rouge, a storm of debris that would have sliced an ordinary woman to ribbons. Thankfully, this feisty, buxom little bat was far from ordinary. She turned back to Kenta and the gathered staff with a pyfully innocent glint in her eye, resting her bck-gloved fingertips on her chin as if miming: "How will I get out of this one...?" before turning back to face the onsught with a slow, sassy orbit of her hips. As two fming nces hurtled towards her, the bat raised her arms simultaneously, twirling her fingers cutely by her head as her adaptive suit took over. Fsh-fsh, the material whipped away from her sides, one after the other, baring the healthy, fleshy skin beneath the suit as well as the massive swells of those huge bat teats. The jagged metal would have sliced her suit to ribbons if not... and it instantly reformed around her right after. Her control of her clothing looked to be on a whole other level compared to Sunset and Cozy. Still with her hands folded behind her back, Rouge whipped her body one way, then the other, dodging two more huge hunks of the destroyed bdes, then leapt backwards. Crashes and cngs echoed around the horny little fiend as she nded on her back on the ground, both hands supporting her butt and keeping it lifted, huge, strong legs fanned all the way apart in a 180 degrees splits. And then just giggled coyly as the biggest piece of wreckage yet crashed between her thighs. It was so close the fmes must have been licking her crotch, yet not a trace of fear was shown in the confident bat’s face. But plenty of heat was showing somewhere else: stripper-spreading those massive wobbly thighs turned her tex suit vacuum-tight across her lower body, not just outlining her thigh muscles but highlighting her crotch: as the fires licked her body, the bat's suit tightened almost of its own accord, digging into both her chubby holes simultaneously with a loud, naughty 'schlorp', as if penetrated by phantoms. The excessive detail of her crotch, each individual bia and the slit between outlined, became so much MORE, surpassing a sheer level of voyeurism that would be unheard of in any other kind of clothing. Only tex made this level of detail possible. Her pussy peeling, spreading, folding and opening, the bial lines within sealed vacuum-tight by her skintight outfit... It was all so pornographic. Put frankly, it made the thick, plump mound of her hungry cunt and her fat asshole look held in tight, restrictive cling-wrap ready to burst at a moment's notice. The bat moaned, arching her back, nearly losing the grip on her ass keeping her lower body propped up. "O - Oooh~! TIGHT! ?" she whined sweetly. "... I should be the one paying you girls for these kinds of thrills~! Uunnnh, I just came a little from that..." It was a level of physicality beyond anything Kenta had ever witnessed before. His mad dash to attack a moment ago had taken all his strength, and a single wrong step could have spelled his doom. Meanwhile, this alluring creature danced through death and danger as if she’d been born to do it. And the show wasn’t over yet. Rouge had already proved her athletic ability immeasurably... but the mech-trash was still raining down. Kenta saw another chunk of metal heading straight for the bat, and lying on her back as she was there didn’t seem to be any way out. ... Until she swung her legs together just in time to catch it between her heels, and aggressively kick it away. It hurtled across the room, ncing straight through one of Thoth’s eyes, and it recoiled with a metallic whine. And just as she’d said, that was his cue. Kenta had finally finished start-up procedures. Behind Rouge, Rakuraizer was climbing to its feet, preparing to get this situation properly under control. “Thanks for buying me some time, whoever you are...” he said to the prancing bat down on the ground. “Those slutty antics really did the job.” And he was just about to ram the throttle when Swan’s face popped up on his dispy: "Kenta! We need you to restrain the ST-00! We need to avoid any more damage to it!" “That’s a tall order, boss,” he grunted back. “But I’ll see what I can do!” His response to Director Swan, broadcast through Rakuraizer’s speakers, echoed through the hangar in a booming voice. Outside the cockpit there was a rumble as debris fell off of the awkwardly moving mecha, a grasping metal hand pushing into the floor of the hangar and supporting the rest of its body as it shakily rose to its feet. The Rakuraizer was truly a mess: deep gouges, cuts and holes were still dotting the chassis from the fight with 21 and the Taiyaki Geomorph, but as long as Kenta was able to move, he was going to protect everyone he could. Mismatched and blurry green lines began to crawl up Kenta's arms as he pushed the controls forward. Just the fact that he was able to move was a sign that ATHENA was still here, helping him in some capacity. Blood trickled down his chest. The Rakuraizer leapt forward right as the Geomorph skeleton began to move again, and with the crashing and grinding of steel, he hooked its arms underneath his opponent’s, raising the infected mecha up in a full nelson. The straining and snapping sound of support cords rang out as the metal beast was lifted off of the ground, its chest, and the core, bared wide open. "I've had... just about... enough out of you!" Kenta's effort showed through in his voice as he wrestled with the deranged titan. Rakuraizer's RAI-OH system fired off again and again, Volt Colliders pulsing through the restrained beast like he was trying to taze it. For just the briefest moment its struggles lost some of their strength as it let out a raspy, metal roar. But the Control Crystal ensured this beast was truly berserk: restraining it was like holding onto a wild animal, limbs thrashing, fangs sshing the air as they blindly sought their opponent, and more metal outcrops and jagged weapons bursting forth all the while. One came close enough to ssh Rakuraizer’s face before Kenta valiantly wrenched the controls away, smashing Thoth through the hangar room's wall with an elbow strike. Again and again the thing in his arms roared, struggling to break free. And with that much frantic, insane strength it might have if it weren't Kenta at the helm. He tightened its grip with single-minded determination. “Can’t... hold on... for much longer...!” "You’re right.” That voice! Kenta’s eyes darted to the side, where he saw Rouge was already shooting to her feet. “You got it in one, loverboy. I think we’ve all had enough fun for one day!” Rakuraizer and the prototype thrashed against each other again, and once again it almost broke free. “Whatever you’re gonna do, do it fast!” Rouge grinned. Tossing her dual-bdes aside, she searched about for something rger... and her eyes sparkled when she saw a fallen rack of weapons for the giant robots, including a long-bded dagger ten feet long. Alongside her cartoonishly-small body, the contrast was obvious. So why, then, was she able to kneel down, csp it with both hands, then exert herself only a little - barely a grunt - before hauling it up into a two-handed grip, swinging it around like a javelin? It looked like if she lost her grip for even a second the huge implement would ftten her completely, but her tex-cd figure was already turning back around. Holding the handle in one hand, she pced the other on top of the bde, lining up the angle with the Geomorph's exposed heart... "Here goes nothing..." she murmured. With a single fp of those little wings of hers, a dust cloud stretched out in all directions before Rouge hurled herself forwards as if fired from a cannon, weapon in hand. She struck the heart with unerring accuracy, her opponent not able to escape the iron grip holding it in pce. Five feet of the bde slid in immediately, cracks spreading over the core's surface. Rouge nded with her feet on the crystal... just in time for jets of light begin to pour out of it as the cracks grew rger and rger... "Uh oh!" she gasped, right before the explosion bathed the hangar in bright, bright light. Rakuraizer lost its footing, its grip on the other robot, and Kenta was aware of hurtling towards the ground. --- When he came to again, Kenta found Rakuraizer on its back, the cockpit mostly destroyed. He was exposed to the open air. In his dazed, semi-conscious state, he became aware of what felt like two big, squishy marshmallows, with a tasty little peach between them, resting directly on top of his face. All glossy, bck and shimmering. How had this happened...? It all smelled nice... rather like a woman... which was odd given the circumstances. And was that a little tail buried between those two huge, round, plump curves...? It was hard to know much of anything about his situation as he slowly emerged from unconsciousness. "M - mmph." Kenta grunted, confusedly, muffled by whatever it was that was on top of him. Still groggy, he reached up and sunk his hands into the bck, slick surface resting on his face as he tried to get a handle on what was going on. Was he still alive? Did it work? How did he get like this? The smell was almost intoxicatingly sweet, but also a bit tangy. Eventually, his hand found purchase around what felt to be a small outcropping on top of the plush, smooth mounds that were burying him, and he gave both the outcropping and one of the mounds a grab and a squeeze. It started slowly, a little purr at first as his fingertips grazed that fat, yet stubby little tail. Then as he grasped it and gave it a nice tug, the sound rose in pitch and intensity... before finally breaking out into what it had been all along, a sinfully whorish moan. "Ohhhhhhh... Fuuuuuckkkkk..." he heard, nice and loud and proud, as those two huge blubbery buns on top of his face began to wiggle. Not just side-to-side but against him, smooshing on his face and grinding down on him. When he felt his eyes, nose and mouth buried in bck tex, and his nose being buried in a hot, sticky, dripping cunt - that smell was the best of all - he finally realized what had happened. "Mmmmh... Who is doing that... Ohhhh... So fuckingggg gooooooodddddd..." As Rouge came back to consciousness, she sat up as well, suddenly putting the entire weight of her whole giant ass on Kenta's face, instead of just some of it. As his vision filled with more than just bck, shiny tex, Kenta's full awareness came shocking back into him and he realized what he had just done. The response that he had gotten had made it fully clear that he had just copped a feel of the small bat ninja who was, somehow, resting on his face. She’s so light, he thought to himself. She had just hefted a huge weapon made for a giant robot, but she didn’t feel much heavier than Sunset or Cozy. He would have found it a bit insane if he wasn't already accustomed to feeling that everything was insane by this point. I could just pick her up and... His cock twitched and sprung to life. Fuck. Kenta repurposed his efforts towards getting out from underneath her. He tried to scramble backwards at the same time he pced his hands on the bottom of the plump and massive ass on his face, trying to lift her upwards even as trails of fem-cum dripped onto his cheeks and nose. Kenta thrust his hands into the plush material, fingertips vanishing entirely as he went deeper. "S-sorry about that uh..." He tried to look anywhere else as he id, holding the bat-girl mid-deadlift, but everywhere that his eyes fell, there was either bck and shiny tex or the rapidly rising twitch of his own boner. "Didn't realize that was you..." Unsure of what to say or do, he just kind of ended up ying in pce, frozen and waiting for the ninja to hop up before he could, out of courtesy. And she was awfully slow to respond, too. Probably because he was still erect, and her eyes were glued to his crotch. His stiffness hadn’t escaped the busty bat bitch’s notice, and she was struggling to tear them away. His rising, throbbing boner tented his pants, and she stared at it dumbly with a finger on her chin and drool running down from her plush lips. "Huh...?" she murmured, trying to turn to look at him, but just finding her eyes dragged back the second he so much as twitched. Now he knew how a busty girl felt being stared at by a tit maniac. She bounced on his face when it twitched again, as if startled. She finally resorted to closing her eyes, turning her head, then opening them again... and realized she was sitting on his face, dousing his whole head in extremely-potent animal pheromones. "Oops. Heehee~ Didn't mean to put another attempt on your life again so soon, stud. Or maybe we can make this your reward, for helping me take down that Geomorph?" God, she smelled amazing. It was the sort of raw, animalistic smell that made Kenta want to forget all about everything that just happened, grab onto those abundant, shiny cheeks and drill his rock-solid cock far enough into her sopping cunt to strike oil. Or thoroughly knock her up. Whichever came first. Either way, she slowly and carefully extricated herself: which came across like a fucking joke after seeing her move quick as a whip earlier. What, suddenly she could only move at a snail's pace, grinding her ass on his face a few times for good measure in the process? She even 'tripped' and went right back to where she'd started, forcing him to catch her butt in his hands. "Rouge, don't you think you've teased him enough?" ughed Swan, and the bat sighed and shrugged theatrically. With a ninja-like fsh of movement, she was suddenly up and off him, vaulting over the side of the cockpit and nding in the wreckage of the hangar. Rouge? Was that the name of the ninja who had just dragged her pussy all over Kenta's face? It probably was, considering that he didn't really know the name, so by process of elimination that's what it should be, right? Whatever, thinking was hard right now. Kenta took his first look at the pce since their battle. Damn. They'd really trashed it. Workbenches overturned, enormous gouges ripped out of the wall. The metal flooring riddled with craters and fissures. Three equally-smashed up giant robots tossed around the room like a little girl's dolls. Staff were already pouring in to correct some of the damage, and Rouge whistled as she took it all in. Kenta staggered up to his feet. Now that he was thinking about it, his back was utterly aching, and his entire body was sore from the fight. It probably wasn't a good idea to get the blood pumping that much, considering his injuries. As Kenta looked around at the destruction, his heart sank a little bit. A lot of people put in a lot of time to keep this pce running and now there was this much damage? How long would it take to get everything whipped back into shape? He was going to give Cozy a stern talking to as soon as he could. Still, Kenta thought, at least nobody was killed or badly hurt. Despite all of the carnage, nobody seemed to have perished, and he looked to be the only one with more than a few scrapes and bruises. Sunset was fine (even though she was still bite-sized), and so was Swan, Roll and the MG Science Team. Sighing, he gave a bit of a smile. "Looks like it's over for now, ATHENA." Kenta said, a bit wistful and apologetic. "Sorry for all the trouble. Hopefully you can rest and recover now. Thank you for everything. I mean that." With a grunt, he hauled himself out of the cockpit and into the hangar. "So. What now?" Then the adrenaline that had been rushing through his system left him, and Kenta colpsed face-first onto the floor. He was out again, and this time for a lot longer.