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"Mon Dieu!"

The exclamation is not the cry of a cowardly coyote but the shout of a courageous commando surprised by a terrible attack.

The Freedom Fighters, having come back together for one last hurrah after discovering a hidden Eggman base on a mysterious island, are now at the mercy of an Eggswat battalion emerging from the secret fortress.

Antoine pulls out his sword and cuts down one of the emerging enemies with a single blow. His skill has diminished somewhat in his years out of active service, but the blade still cuts through the steel skin of his foes.

Behind him, Princess Sally Acorn communicates to the rest of her team through a facsimile of Nicole's old computer handheld shell.

"Everyone, find shelter while Tails and Nicole work on hacking the network. We can't get through without knowing what we're dealing with."

She turns toward the soldier and bodyguard, barking out another order. "Antoine, we need to retreat and regroup."

"Oui, mon princess," the guard says, taking the lead, cutting through straggling pawns and badniks that supplement the main swat forces.

Sally, for her part, produces her holographic wrist blades and slices through her own series of automated defense drones. The two fighters become a whirl of blades as oil and machinery spurt and clank onto the ground in a circle at their feet.

The two breathe heavily as they push onward, finally breaking through the rear troops and rushing their way past the uncharted jungles of the mysterious island until they come across a cave.

"Let me take the lead," Antoine says, placing a hand on his chest. "It is my duty, after all, to protect you, mon princess!"

He peers inside, but the mouth prevents any cursory exploration. He reaches into his backpack and breaks open a chemical torch. Its purple glow first illuminates his face, but soon, he raises it up to illumine o the dark corners of the underground passage.

"There is nothing here but some plants," he says. "It should be a good place to be taking the rest, non?"

"That's fine with me," Sally says, following her fellow Freedom Fighter friend into the cave's darkness. "Nicole, any progress?"

There comes no response.

"Typical. The cave might be shielded. What sort of base was this?" She asks, approaching some of the wildflowers blooming in the darkness. "Researching strange flora?"

Antoine pulls out his pack and drapes a camouflage net over the entrance. "Best to be careful around plants that are not plants, Princess. Maybe, this is a krudzu development facility."

"No, I don't think it's that," Sally says, frowning, zooming through her handheld's remote database. "I'll try boosting the signal to see if we can get a distress signal out."

Dirt falls from above as rhythmic thumping hits their ears. Antoine grabs onto his sword, standing up. Both stare at the ceiling, ready and waiting for a fight.

"They are on the move," Antoine whispers. "And there are many of them."

"We aren't going anywhere anytime soon," Sally agrees. "We'd better set up camp."

"Good idea. I shall be preparing the emergency meal for our dining experience tonight. Unfortunately, it shall not be the best cuisine, but the meals ready to be eaten are good in a pinch, non?"

Sally's frown furrows deeper, and Antoine approaches behind her. "Mon princess," he says, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Do not be so worried. Our friends and comrades are stronger than we, oui? The others are competent. They shall push through and come for us when they can."

"It's not that I'm not worried about them," Sally says, "It's that I'm not sure what these plants are. They're an unknown species, and any uncertainty on the battlefield is a danger."

"Tut, tut, tut," Antoine says, squatting before the plant life. "These are but an exquisite example of local wildlife. They are not robotic creations and cannot harm us because we will not eat them." He draws his sword and, with its tip, plays with the petal of one of the closest examples. "See? It is but a flower."

Even after he stops wiggling the petal, the flower continues to quiver. And not just the one he touched, but the one next to it, and then the one next to it. Soon, the entire wall's worth of vine-based floral protuberances dance as if driven to a frenzy.

Antoine stands up, placing himself between Sally and the plants. "Oh, perhaps I was speaking too soon, hehe...?"

"Look out!" Sally shouts.

One of the larger flowers coughs out a powder that glistens in the glow of the chemical torch. Sally pushes Antoine aside, but the heroic Antoine attempts to push her aside at the same time. This has the effect of the two stumbling Freedom Fighters grappling each other as the powder strikes them and coats their fur from their shoulders upward. The powder gets all over their eyes, nose, and mouths. There is no part of them that isn't at least a little bit dusted in the ejaculation.

"Ach, this is, CHOO, the pollen season here?" Antoine wheezes.

"Blech, it's everywhere!" Sally gasps. "It even got in under my clothes!"

"I must look ridiculous!" Antoine says, stepping back and patting his shoulders off.

"This is no laughing matter; that could have really been dangerous. What were you thinking?"

Antoine places his hand on his chest and bows. "I would do anything in the service to my country, even sacrifice my life for our beautiful princess."

Sally bites her lip, but she turns away, wrapping her arms around her chest. "It's been a while since you've complimented me like that, Antoine."

He chuckles. "There is more to complement you and your beauty, from your lips down to your tush."

Sally grabs at her rump, a burning filling up in her face. "That's... highly inappropriate. Antoine, are you feeling alright?"

"A little bit of the sniffles, I admit," he says, pulling out a handkerchief from his belt. He gives his nose a quick blow. "But I have had worse before."

Even while he comically honks out the pollen from him, Sally cannot help but linger on his broad shoulders, confident swagger, well-combed locks of hair, and those determined eyes. How had she not seen before how handsome Antoine was? Or instead, what is it about now that makes her linger upon it?

Her eyes turn toward the flowers upon the cave wall, and Sally gulps as she turns her eyes down to her shoulder.

And she realizes all-too-late, the danger she was preparing for in here and the one that she and Antoine had unwittingly stumbled upon.

There's a silence in the cave, shared between Sally and Antoine. It's only broken up by the methodical stomping march of the robots above and the similarly heavy thudding of the hearts of the two Freedom Fighters stuck together underground.

The thumping above them continues, almost louder now. The two push closer, the chipmunk pressing up against the coyote, their noses connecting, hot breath steaming upon each other, their hearts below a tumult of beats ringing together in an elevated pace.

"Are you feeling it?" Sally asks, her eyes probing his own for meaning and for understanding.

"We are in a war," Antoine says, a smirk spreading across his features. "Sometimes, in war, love can bloom, especially when the end is apparent."

Sally bites her lip, her tail wagging. She grips onto his sides, feeling the warm, toned body under her gloved hands, her mind reeling at the heat from her body. She parts her lips, letting out another huffed breath before she speaks out, "but, we can never be in love. You... well, you know."

Antoine strokes her cheek. He leans in, locking their lips together, sealing the two away into an embrace they had been fighting.

Tongues dance together in the heat of the moment, and gloved hands grip tightly to shoulders and sides. They lap at each other's mouths, the princess delighting in the coyote's taste and passion, and the coyote adores the singular passion of the princess.

He pulls away, letting their spit bridge a moment before he steps back. He allows Sally to be without his touch for a moment, smirking when Sally stumbles, her legs wobbling.

"Mon ami," he begins, his voice a sultry growl. "I didn't think you would be so needy. Are the flowers doing this to you or are your body's desires this ravenous?"

Sally curses and spins around, staring at the flower wall in her face. "Of course! The flowers!" she shouts, stumbling towards them, clenching her stomach as hard as she can, fearing to let go would be to give in. "They must have some aphrodisiac quality. But, why?"

"Why does it matter?" he asks, approaching behind her, his hands wrapping around her sides, resting just beneath her navel.

Sally moans. It is a long and relieving moan as she falls against his bare chest, dressed only in the straps of his station. She closes her eyes, leaning back against his neck.

Antone presses his lips to her neck, not minding the floral scent and taste of the flower's pollen. In fact, he lets it energize him and embolden him. His hands reach up underneath her vest and top, groping with that manly forwardness that he would never show anyone with his polite veneer.

He growls, possessing her, claiming her, his hands working up her body, thumbs rolling over her nipples, erect from the sensations of desire.

"Mmn..." she hums and sighs in simple delights. There is neediness there, one that the experienced Antoine knows he will not satisfy without taking this further. He grows bolder, freeing one hand from underneath the top, grabbing it, lifting it up high, and freeing her breasts. "I missed the times when you were wearing just your vest," Antoine says, kissing the back of her ear.

She flutters her eyes open, grabbing onto the hand, groping her, nodding, and returning, "And I'm so glad we changed the royal uniforms. Those belts make you so... soo...."

"It is okay, princess," Antoine says. "No words are necessary when actions are enough."

Sally responds by finally spreading her legs apart. As she does, she makes room for him, and the protuberance she knows is pressed against her rear. The coyote's cock rises up between her thighs, only to be trapped between her in her tight, athletic grip. Though she stares at the flowers, her eyes are unfocused, cloudy, and hazed with her desires and the flower's influence.

Antoine huffs, his hips moving, sliding his cock between her legs, letting that fur brush over his sensitive flesh. He grips her tighter, letting the sensations dictate the site of his movements. Soft panting growls and groans rise from his throat as a reflection of his feelings.

They serve perfectly to intoxicate the princess even more.

Her shorts are stained and drenched as she readies herself for him. She can't hide it any longer. Her hand moves down to the waistline, and she tugs the clothing downward. The princess fights to remove her shorts while also milking his dick with her legs. She pulls them down with such force she knocks his cock out of its place between her thighs.

She stumbles forward, falling forward towards the flowers with a yelp of intense surprise!

Sally falls forward, crashing against the flowers on the cave wall. Pollen explodes, enveloping both Mobians in a cloud of its reproductive dust.

The two Freedom Fighters struggle to get back up from the flowery mess, but soon, they give up and writhe as the lustful thoughts invade their brains as the pollen sucks into their throats with the deep gulps of breath they take. Instead of pushing herself up from the ground, Sally returns to yanking down her shorts, pulling them off her knees, and tossing them aside. She yanks at her top, and the fabric feels so constrictive against her chest. She pulls it up over her head, and her gloves and even her shoes are too much for her body to handle right now.

But before she can remove anything else, Antoine falls upon her. He pins her down, his hands finding her own, fingers lacing, slamming them against the plant-covered floor. His chest rubs against her back, and his growls against her ear are much more primal and lustier than the romantic prelude.

He growls now, losing his humorous affectation and speech pattern. He reduces himself, no, perfects himself to the epitome of manliness.

She turns her hips up, knees pressing against the floor, offering herself as the epitome of womanliness.

Years of fighting together, being friends and allies, and sharing each other's triumphs and failures through war all disappear at that moment. They are no longer the same beings that fought for the freedom of their people and the ideals of the Kingdom of Acorn. They are flesh, and they are blood, and they are the chemicals in their brain, and they are life, unfiltered by social standing or expectation.

He penetrates her without thinking a second thought beyond his primal desire. This conquering is what he was born to do, no matter the pedigree. His sword is thick, girthy, long, and turgid. It spreads her lips and touches her deep places, filling her in ways others may have in the past, but none of that matters because he will be the best, and he will be the one that conquers her, staking his claim in the deepest parts of her body, making her his and his alone for the rest of their lives.

Her body receives him, quivering, moist, warm, and tight. The drenched shorts on the side prove her ready to accept him, wanting to swallow his load with her body. No matter how much he gets inside, it is not enough. He pushes back against him, letting his length disappear further and further down inside her womanly cave.

Her moans fill the cave. She doesn't care that her mouth is filled with pollen, coated in dust, swirling through her mind, affecting and changing her. Deep down, this is what she's always been, but she could not conceive of it before, nor can she confess it now.

He thrusts into her, and she thrusts back against him. Together, they push each other further and further. His hips crash against her ass, his balls slapping at her. Over and over again. He thrusts against her, the wet smacks of their bodies slamming together, only drowned out by the animal cries echoing through the cave!

He closes his mouth around her shoulder, holding her down so she would never get away. His jaw is strong, but he does not harm her even in his stupor. She is his, and she will know it. He squeezes her hands. The last vestiges of any gentlemanliness that exists within Antoine are evident there in that tender action, even though in all other things, he is a piston, pushing and pulling, rolling and thrusting, spreading her further after having already made its way to her most sensitive regions.

Her body spreads for him, the shape of his dick visible underneath fur as it pulls, pushes, and takes. Her breasts swing and sway at the rough fucking she experiences, her eyes rolling back and her tongue rolling out. She tilts her neck for him, allowing his bites to move closer from her shoulder to her collar, back, and throat so that she may ride the wild waves of danger and delight, all while he takes her and takes her.

This rutting continues unabated for some time. The endless march of the machines aboveground finally stops in a singular slam against the roof. Dirt falls over them, caking their bodies further until they become the dusty, ragged messes they've felt themselves become on the inside. The end of the motions above signals the coming of their climax as Antoine slams himself deep into her, holding her down by her hands and throwing his head back. He howls, his sounds penetrating through all potential barriers as shot after shot of his warm, ropey semen fills her reservoir.

Sally's groans are not as loud, but they are passionate incoherent things. Her body contracts around that cock, and she collapses under him, her eyes glazed over and her mouth a drooling mess.

He lays atop her, his hands moving off of hers. They wrap around her body, arms pressed against her breasts, but his hands holding her sides. He nuzzles against her neck, placing softer yet still possessive kisses upon her nape.

Her groans and moans give way to sighs and steady breathing. Hands move up to his own, holding onto him as she holds onto this moment. The strangeness of semicoherent thoughts returning to her as lust burns away makes way for fulfillment.

"W... what did we do?" she finally asks.

Antoine huffs, loosening his grip.

She rolls around, laying on her back, looking him in the eyes.

He nuzzles her nose with his.

She returns the gesture.

Neither answer, but they press their mouths together, their chests rubbing, their hands exploring as feelings emerge, taking them over, even as the radio crackles, and a voice asks for them to respond.

Antoine is the first to pull back from the kiss. Saliva and pollen strands dangle on Sally's chest. The coyote grabs the communicator, discarded with the rest of their clothing, and clicks it to life.

"Antoine? Is everything alright? We used the satellite to disable all the Egg Swats. We're going to proceed with the mission after checking on everyone."

The coyote freezes for a moment. His mind is a buzz of carnal activity. Was that really him earlier, fucking princess Sally? Was that not really him? If so, who is he now? And more importantly, who is on the other end of the call?"

The fugue disappears after a few agonizing moments, and he shakes his head, responding quickly.

"Everything is fine, Tails," the coyote says, smirking at Sally. "The princess and I are just recuperating a moment and we had the close call."

"Do you need assistance?" the voice on the other end crackles with worry.

"Non, that won't be necessary. I shall take outstanding care of the princess."

He clicks the communicator off, his smile turning into a toothy grin.

Sally rolls her eyes, lying under him. "You're so much more talkative now."

"And as are you, mon princess," he says, hands moving to his shoulders and down over her sides, grasping at her hips. "It is nice to be having my head again."

"This head?" Sally asks, tapping his forehead.

"Oui, but also this one," he says, rolling his hips, the tip of his already hardened cock slipping along her still quivering folds. "You could have chastised me, you know. But, I suppose you are too much of the slut to want to stop just because the mission is happening?"

Sally's heart beats, and she bites her lip. A high-pitched squee from her throat comes to her as she clutches her hands in front of her chest.

"Ah, I have struck the nerve, have I?" Antoine says, his hands slipping further, beyond her hips and to her thighs and behind her knees. He lifts her legs, spreading them, keeping her in his grasp. Antoine flutters his eyes half closed and licks his lips with that predator's lick. When he sighs out, it is a growl of delight. "Now, then. If you like being called the slut, you must be begging for the next dose of what you need, yes?"

She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling. "W... what do you call it in your... native tongue."

He leans in, spreading her legs, pushing them back, testing her flexibility. He lies with his broad chest squishing her breasts, and whispers into her ear. "Le pute."

"Y... yes, P... pute...." Sally says, shifting, pushing her hips up against him. "I want that big hard cock of yours in me, over and over again, Antoine, you fucking monster!"

She grabs him by the back, digging her fingers at him.

He obliges, pushing his hips forward and pressing against her. "Oui oui, let me give you my sword!."

Sally tilts her head back, filled up with Antoine's cock. The experience makes her shudder with that primal glee that she has to let it out somewhere! "F-Fuck me, Antoine!" she shouts her voice echoing through the cave. "Destroy that tight pussy with that big fat cock of yours!"

"O-oui!" he grunts, gripping her thighs and thrusting. "Your chatte is the best hole to fill! I could pin you down any time and shove my cyclope into you, and you would scream and beg for more!"

"I, ah, don't understand... nngh, half of what you're, aha, saying! But don't you, f-fucking stop, A.... Antoineaaaah!"

Antoine nods, tilting his head down, thrusting away, filling himself with that blissfulness as he fills Sally with his cyclops. "Ah, I am battering down your, mmm defenses, M... mon princess, aha!"

"Fuck me until I can't... gn... Feel my legs! I need it, Fuck, Antoine, I need it!"

"I... I need it too!" Antoine admits, roughly pounding away at her, their bodies slapping like furry drums, signaling out to the cave around them the ritualistic dance of delight between the two.

"A... ah, How insatiable you are!" He says, his eyes rolling back as he continues, "My head is getting woozy!"

"Don't you dare fuckin' stop, you fucker!" she snaps, hissing. "Not until you burst all into me!"

"O.. Oui, into you, making you mine!"

"I'm... I'm coming!"

"Ou... Oui... OUI!" Antoine shouts, throwing his head back. He slams his hips deep against her, balls deep against the princess. Already she is filled with his seed. He releases into her again, blast after blast deep into her body, where it pools up in a warm bath of semen, filling her so much that white cream spurts out from the unsealed pussy and onto the cave floor.

Sally screams, her body wrapping and milking that dick, squeezing it for every last drop he has, just as she promised. When he falls onto her, her legs burn in protest at being pinned down, folding in half by the coyote who lays on top of her. But she cannot go anywhere, not with his cock buried deep into her and not with his body, woozy and weak from two heavy sessions already.

The two lay there, groaning in their delight, the excess energy in Sally making her squirm and try to free herself. Antoine's eyes flutter closed in a feeble attempt to conserve his power until the following wind hits him.

Sally bites her lip, shifting and exerting herself, but she's pinned, entirely trapped by Antoine and the dusty, pollen-choked room.

And that's precisely where she wants to be--full, fucked, and dominated.

But what if she could turn the tables herself?

"Antoine," Sally whispers.

"Gnnh?" the coyote's grunt is drowsy and weary. He gropes at the ground around himself, pushing himself up from his position, blinking with a weariness. "Mon princess?" he asks. "What is...?" He trails off, his sentence interrupted by the look in the princess's half-lidded eyes.

Sally licks her lips, placing her hands on his chest. "We're not done here quite yet, big boy."

With that, she wraps her legs around his waist, pushing at his chest, rolling her hips. The combined effort knocked him onto the ground upon a fresh patch of flowers. They puff up with pollen that dusts over Sally but flutters downward, all over Antoine's face, up into his nostrils, and down into his throat.

The effect is immediate. Antoine's cock rises again, a throbbing tower of pure, meaty want.

"Mmm," the princess coos, pushing herself up, her sex drooling with anticipation as she lingers over him. She takes a long and deliberate whiff of the pollen swirling around her, letting her eyes flutter and roll and lose control.

Antoine reaches for her, his hands groping and grasping. She lowers herself down, letting her lips touch his cock.

He whimpers, whines, growls, and groans, gripping her hips with his strong soldier's grip.

Sally's focus returns, her eyes locking over his body, watching the chest rising and falling, admiring the contours of his muscles outlined by the deposit of pollen upon his fur. She bites her lips, and without further hesitation, she lowers herself.

The engorged head pushes through her entrance once again, settling within her with a comfortable familiarity. Though they had just fucked, she grips him with an eagerness as if this was their first time, as if they hadn't already rode through the rough waves of passion.

She tilts her head back, letting out a tiny, huffing sigh of delight as she lowers herself. Her tail wags in pleasure as she wiggles her hips, letting the cock sink into her. She takes her time, admiring every moment the thick, warm, throbbing thing disappears into her body. Being so filled was a feeling her body was made for, and it was almost as if his cock was the thing meant to fill her up.

The coyote watches with mesmerized eyes at the undulating form above him. Watching as every small centimeter of movement means more of his cock is buried deep within Sally. It is one thing to watch while he is on top, but certainly quite another when it is the princess guiding her way down his shaft.

The deeper she goes, the louder her moans become. The more she takes within herself, the more Antoine cannot help but sigh and growl in delight. He squeezes her cheeks, forcing his palms against her, urging her own.

She snickers, smirking down at him, tilting her neck and asking, "You want me to go faster, Antoine? You want me to slide that sword into my stone?"

"O-oui!" he nods quickly.

"Very well," She huffs, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, and biting her lip.

A moment later, she drops, and his cock buries itself further and further into her. With gravity on her side, it requires less of his involvement for her to be fully impaled. In a fraction of the time it took for him to claim her himself, she swallows his shaft and kisses the base of his pelvis.

"Mon Dieu!" says he.

"FUCK!" shouts she.

She rolls her hips, the outline of his shaft visible on her lower body just a bit, emphasized by his increased awareness with the pollen's help. Every follicle and every nerve receives information at a heightened pace, with the two burning in pure delight from the mix of emotions and sensations bubbling up into them.

He can't hold himself back. Sally may be on top, but he is still a male and still needs to fill her, claim her, and take her. Antoine grips harder upon that incredible ass, guiding her down even as he moves his hips. He thrusts upwards with a swordman's practiced thrusting, plowing up into her, striking at her innermost vaults with his relentless stabbing.

Sally's eyes thrust open, and her vision blurs in delight. She grits her teeth, screaming through the cave as jolts of sensation hit her, over and over and over and over again!

Antoine's thrusting upwards meets her bouncing downwards, her breasts shaking, her hair messy, and her hands gripping his sides. The sounds of their screams intermingle, nearly blurring out the plapping of their bodies clapping together. No sounds and no sensations can cover up the feeling that comes next.

The princess's screams reach a fever pitch as her pussy grips onto his cock, tensing up and convulsing in pure delight.

His cock is milked, but it knows its time. It shoots off, its thick, goopy seed erupting and filling Sally once again, leaving no part of her body unpainted.

Deep in the recesses of her body, millions of cells make their way through a warm body. Neither of them thinks about nor cares about their quest. Instead, they rock in the post-orgasmic thrusting of two horny beasts. They seek out the last few drops of delight before the tiresome period arrives, softening the shaft.

And so, Sally falls upon him again, her head hanging low, her hands resting upon his chest. She laughs, squeezing his fur, her body trembling, a smile spreading across her face.

Antoine lays there, panting, his arms falling by his side, collapsed against the sheer weight of losing all energy. He wants to hold her but must up all his power to stay awake. "Was that... what you wanted... my princess?"

"Everything... and more..." she responds, falling onto him, nuzzling up against him, and finally feeling fulfilled.

Some time passes before the camo covering rolls off the tent. Antoine casually bundles it up and puts it back into his survival sack, whistling a jaunty tune from his homeland.

From behind him, Princess Sally emerges, adjusting her vest and shorts. She closes the communicator and stashes it safely away, stretching once she stands out in the warm and fresh air. "That's Tails," she says. "They'll pick us up a couple clicks ahead."

"That is sounding good, mon Princess," Antoine says, matter-of-factly.

Sally looks over her shoulder towards him, and she nods. "The fresh air will do you good. It's really clearing up my mind. Maybe, it'll clear your conscience."

Antoine hoists his pack over his shoulders. "My conscience, She may never be clear again."

"Yeah," Sally adds. "But, let's not complicate things more. Let's just..." she trails off.

"I will not speak of this if you won't," Antoine says. "I cannot believe myself for what I had done to you, but can you forgive me if we never reveal this to the others?"

"Yeah. That sounds about right. Let's go."

And so, the two head off, ready to return home and to their normal lives, uncomplicated by a day spent in the throes of each other's passions.