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In the quiet of the Mobotropolis night, Princess Sally lays in her bed. In recent times, sleep has become much easier than it ever had been. With the final freedom against the tyranny and terrorism that bothered her home, she can just be herself, especially after that last mission, which had been a complete success, despite that unexpected detour.

The pollen of the flowers had driven her mad with desire on that odd day. Even when she and the rest of the Freedom Fighters had successfully shut down that final facility, she found that her sleep hadn't been nearly as restful as the rest of her day.

Every night, she returns to that cave, sees his body, experiences his warmth, and feels the throbbing fullness that comes from his cock.

When she finally hears his voice huffing those romantic words through husky breaths, she can't help but cry out, even in her room, a yelp of want that ends with her laying in her bed, sprawled out, her sheets kicked almost off, and sweat staining her fur.

She lays, sprawled out, staring at her ceiling, gulping, letting the cold of the night touch her bare fur before she kicks herself up from her bed and walks over toward her balcony, where she stares off into the cityscape beyond and down toward a tiny little house with a lovely little garden. She bites her lip and then bites her thumb, the voice in the back of her head screaming for her.

And it is a voice she heeds as a plan formulates in her mind.

--

The laboratory is the property of the Brain Trust--the greatest minds in the world, and a handful of its members are among Sally's friends. When she left the cave, she didn't leave it empty-handed and gave samples to the biology department. As the princess, she can get through security and into the botanical gardens.

"Here it is, princess," says the doctor, smirking. "The results of our research are quite intriguing. But I'm sure you know that already."

"Is it safe?" Sally asks her hands up against the glass, her breath fogging up the window to the small chamber where the single flower blooms.

"What things worth it aren't without risk?" the doctor asks. "I won't ask for any specifics, but you must let me know the results."

"Oh, I will," Sally says, her lips quivering, curling her fingers against the window.

--

Antoine enjoys a lovely day out in his garden, watering the flowers and whistling an old war-time tune. The petals dance and shudder after being gifted a refreshing drink, and their little dance reminds Antoine of a time ago. He squeezes his hose, furrows his brow, and returns to work.

"General D'Coolette!" calls a voice.

He looks up to see the postal worker flapping down from the air and perching upon his fence. She reaches a wing into her bag and produces upon it a red envelope. "Got a special delivery for you."

"Ah, tres bien, thank you," Antoine says, taking the letter. He opens it, his eyes scanning over the words, and his arms shudder when he reads the envelope and smells the perfume that comes from it, but it is not a strange summons.

"Yes, we should discuss future strategies," he says. "For the betterment of the kingdom. There is much the military can do for a constructive purpose," he pockets the letter and turns off the hose. There's much to do to prepare, after all. Time to dust off the straps of his station and get out of this gardener's attire.

--

At the appointed time, Antoine arrives at the royal palace, bearing a carrot cake and a flower from his garden. The guards let him pass with no issue, being such a close friend of the family, but as he heads to the sitting room, the guards stop him and point him down the hall. Quizzically, he whines, but the coyote is a dutiful soldier, and he makes his way through the hall and up the stairs.

"Is the princess alright?" he wonders to himself as he arrives at the end of the hall and at the entrance to her chambers. "I am hoping she is not sick."

He knocks on the door and glances around. There's no servant nor guard here. It's peculiarly peculiar in wartime, and it's no longer wartime, and it is no longer wartime. That is what makes him ill.

He knocks on the door, asking, "Princess, are you alright here? You are not sick, are you? Have you seen the doctor?"

The door pushes open from his knocking, and the coyote peers within. "I am apologizing if this is an awkward moment," he says, "but I am worried about your health, mon Princess."

"You don't need to worry about me, Antoine," comes from the other side of the door. Sally stands by the window, looking outside. Draped over her body is a silk robe. She looks over her shoulder at him, and her eyes are half-lidded. "I'm wonderful. Better than fine, really. Come on in."

Antoine wrinkles his nose, stepping inside. A tingle hits his nostrils, and he sneezes.

"No, this is perfect," she says, turning around. She holds a potted plant in her hands, the flower from the cave.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, Antoine," Sally says. "About that night... about how you claimed me. Now... I've decided you'll have me again!"

Antoine stands in Sally's room, his jaw dropped and his body frozen at the sight of the princess holding that flower from that strange cave. The coyote is unsure whether his hesitation is out of pure surprise or out of his body, telling him not to interfere with what is to come. Regardless of his decision, it is Sally who makes the next move.

The princess drops her robes, letting them roll over her shoulders and down over her body, revealing the beautiful browns of her fur and body shape. There was a time when such a sight would not be so alluring, as Sally had no shame of her body, but as she covered herself more in recent years, the view of her breasts and her nude hips had gone from an everyday occurrence and instead transformed into a special treat--one that Antoine suspects that she only is giving to him.