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Even though it had transpired the night before, Bunnie still couldn't believe what she had witnessed. Antoine and Sally... in the garden last night-she could still hear the moans in her mind, still see the way that Sally's eyes had practically rolled out of her head at the pleasure that the coyote was bringing her. It was in that moment that Bunnie realized something... her entire body felt hot and achy-the rabbit couldn't help herself; watching them as they fucked in the dirt, she came to a decision, and she knew that her choice was going to come at a price.

She wanted Antoine.

There were implications to this sudden desire, and she knew it. The Princess was obviously interested in him, though Bunnie wondered if they would make their relationship public. She had a feeling that they wouldn't, simply because it might change how things were currently running at the base. Truthfully though, the answer didn't matter... though she was kind and sweet at heart, the little southern firecracker was tenacious when it came to getting something that she wanted... and she knew what that was.

Antoine.

The thought was still burning brightly in her mind the next day. Sally was in bed, resting-the rabbit could only imagine that the events of the night had sapped her of her strength... that was perfectly all right with Bunnie. It gave her a chance to make her move. She wasn't one to wait, after all... she was the kind of Mobian who simply took what she wanted... when she wanted it... tenacious might as well have been her middle name when such circumstances occurred. She honestly couldn't help herself... and she didn't want to, for that matter. She enjoyed the times when there was something that she wanted so much that she couldn't stand it-it itched through her, filled her mind; it drove her to make sure that, regardless as to what else happened, she managed to accomplish her goal.

Bunnie enjoyed feeling like she was on fire. There was no question about it.

It just so happened that she wasn't even put into a position where she needed to plot her next move-as it was, she knew exactly where Antoine was going to be, and she also knew for a fact that the coyote was going to be alone. It was also so nice to know someone's training schedule, after all. More than that... she had a feeling that the seduction was going to be easier than it would have been normally-Bunnie knew that Antoine wasn't at all used to such things... and even better yet, that he was a gentleman who would have trouble refusing a lady.

She couldn't say that she was sashaying as she entered the empty room that Antoine was training in... but she knew that there was a sway to her hips that wasn't usually there. Antoine didn't notice her at first-however, as her ears twitched and her green hues widened, she let her voice give a little 'ahem'... and as quick as that, Antoine stopped his swordplay and turned around to face her.

"Ah, zis iz a surprize. Are you needing me for anyzing, Bunnie?"

There was a moment where the rabbit had to make a decision-she could play coy... it wasn't as though she wouldn't be good at it... or, she could be up front and go for what she wanted before Antoine had the mind to work up a way to turn her down. Just thinking it through made her realize that the latter would be the better of the two options, and that realization caused her to take a few quick steps forward.

Her robotic arm caught the hand with which Antoine was holding his sword. The other crept up and around his neck. Without answering him, or giving him a chance to react, the rabbit quickly moved forward, pressing her lips to Antoine's and giving him a hungry kiss that spoke her intent better than words ever would.

For a moment, Antoine didn't react-she saw his blue eyes widen in shock... however, it only took a moment for him to nearly melt against her, as though he didn't know how else to react to a pretty, busty woman kissing him as though it was the only thing keeping her alive. As his eyes began to close, however, he seemed to realize exactly who he was kissing, and who she was not... and he quickly pulled back with a small gasp.

"I am to be zinking zat zis is..." Bunnie, however, didn't give him a chance to continue with his sentence-forget the logic, it wouldn't help her with her cause.

"Sugar, I say... don't you think right about now isn't the time for... zinking?" Her southern drawl made the French word sound almost humorous, but she didn't care. Before he could stop her, she pressed herself against him again, arms wrapping around him tight and her face moving so that she could nuzzle gently against his neck. She heard him open his mouth as though to protest... and heard him give a little sound of desire as she nipped at his neck gently. It brought a small giggle from her throat.

"Zis is not zomething zat I am zinking is good..." Antoine gave another protest, but she also noted (with satisfaction) that his arms weren't trying too awfully hard at all to push her away. She was right, too noble to fight... honestly, he was going to make this too easy on her. Of course, that wasn't a guarantee at all that she was going to make it easy on him.

"Now, now... I told ya, this ain't no time to be thinkin', honey. Here, let me help you to stop." Bunnie gave a dazzling grin before letting one hand fall between Antoine's legs. Her face leaned in again so that her lips once more caught his own, and she felt a burst of satisfaction when she heard him gasp out in pleasure at her touch. Her tongue parted his lips with a gentle ferocity and she let it trail along the roof of his mouth before moving down to dance with is own-the man sure could kiss for someone who didn't seem to have much of an interest in pursuit!

Though he wasn't kissing her back, Antoine seemed to be completely unsure as to what to do with his hands. He moved them between them, as though to push her off of him... but found his palms cupping her full breasts. He made another small sound against her lips, and his fingers seemed to give an involuntary squeeze that made something close to a purr escape Bunnie's throat. There was something truly intoxicating about the man, now that she was close to him. She didn't know why she hadn't gone after him sooner...

Almost impatiently, Bunnie pressed herself tighter against Antoine, so that he could feel her nipples growing hard beneath his palms-her teeth give a gentle nibble to his lower lip, and that seemed to finally prompt him to move his tongue against hers. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, and her hand continued to work at his crotch, so that she could tell he was becoming more and more aroused with each second that passed. It seemed that with every moment, he was finding himself lost to what was happening, and the newness of it-obviously he and Sally hadn't been together frequently enough so that he had become accustomed to touch, to being wanted. The rabbit was happily using this in her favor, and she didn't feel an ounce of guilt about doing so. However, she found that the kissing simply wasn't enough...

"Oh my stars, Antoine. How did you manage to hide how sexy you are for so long, sugar?" She dropped to her knees as he opened his mouth as though to actually formulate an answer to her question. The sound of metal hitting the stone floor stopped him in his tracks. Her green hues rolled upward for a moment, nearly burning with intensity, and then she let her mouth descend so that she could take his arousal that was standing erect of it's own volition, into her mouth. Antoine's jaw dropped open, and whatever words he had planned seemed to be completely lost in the way of sensation that the rabbit had suddenly thrust upon him.

Her tongue hungrily circled the head of his penis before she gave a teasing little suck, drawing just an inch of him into her mouth. Antoine's voice seemed to drop an octave to a low moan as he spoke again. "What iz it zat you are to be doing, Bunnie? W.... mon Dieu..." At the break into French, Bunnie couldn't help the small smile that quirked the corner of her lips-but then again, she had cut him off by letting his entire length slide into the warmth of her mouth-her tongue flattened and curled in a perfect circle, nearly cupping along the base of his shaft as she took him into her mouth and carefully guided him down her throat.

Antoine's hands came to her hair, tangling in it tightly-though the rabbit was afraid for a moment that he was going to stop her, she felt him instead thrust his hips forward while his fingers held her tight. Her throat convulsed, and she heard him give another little moan of pleasure at the feeling. Realizing that her seduction had been more than just a little bit of a success, the rabbit gave a small little moan, sending vibrations through her entire mouth that seemed to bring the coyote even more pleasure. She stopped hesitating. Her hands, instead, came around his legs, and she started bobbing her head, letting him slide in and out of her mouth. Her tongue circled his sensitive head with every pass, as she took him hard and fast into her throat over and over as though she wanted to bring him to orgasm before he managed to come to his senses and realize what was going on.

The moans and low cries of pleasure that spilled from his throat seemed to speak of the fact that as long as she kept up her pace, there was no chance of that happening. What was more, she heard him utter her name in that deep voice, and just the sound of it sent shivers alone her spine.

"Bunnie..." One arm gripped tight around his legs, the other came forward so that she could wrap her fingers around the base of his shaft. With a whimpered moan of her own, she let her eyes roll up to look at him again. His own hues, darker and heavy lidded from passion, seemed to be burning into her. She gave one slow pump to his length, letting her hand squeeze gently at the end. Antoine's head snapped back from pleasure, and Bunnie was rewarded with the first little glisten of precum on his tip. She let her head dart forward and hungrily lapped the glistening droplet away. And then she began to work him over-that small little taste of his fluids made her hungry for his release.

Her hand pumped in perfect tandem with her mouth, which fell once more to his length. She took him past her lips, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around his length before pulling back so that she held only the tip of him in her mouth. As she did this, her hand worked, giving hard pumps to his saliva drenched cock. The duality of both her hand and her mouth seemed to push Antoine over the edge. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he called out her name again amidst a litany of moans and growls.

Bunnie worked harder, tasting more precum at the back of her tongue-she could tell from the way that the coyote above her was breathing that he was close to the edge. She could tell that she nearly had him... and she realized that she was close to release herself just from how aroused she was at giving him pleasure. The rabbit had never felt this way before, but she didn't question it. Instead, she took him hungrily into her mouth again, letting her hand twist this time so that her palm worked in a near corkscrew motion up along his shaft. This new movement seemed to do him in. His head fell back, his jaw opened, and he gave a shout of pleasure that ended in the near scalding wave of his cum that filled Bunnie's mouth.

Antoine's hands tightened in her hair-her own hands left his length and she took him fully down her throat once again as he began to thrust in full against her lips. He worked at her mouth, thrusting as though he were inside of her... and the rabbit could do nothing but find herself drunk on the pleasure of him fucking her mouth, drunk on the pleasure of his hot, thick cum spilling down her throat... drunk on Antoine's very presence and all that he was.

Just as Antoine seemed to spill the last of his seed into Bunnie's hungry mouth, coyote and rabbit alike where startled by a voice. "... I can't believe this." Antoine's head snapped up,, and the rabbit could see the haze of pleasure fade from his eyes with such speed that you wouldn't have been able to guess that he had orgasmed only moments prior. She gave one gulp to swallow the last of Antoine's seed, and then fell back against the ground and looked up at the face of one very angry Princess.

"Mon Dieu..." It wasn't so sexy when Antoine said it this time-on the contrary, Bunnie could hear pure guilt... pure anguish in his tone as he seemed to realize what had just happened. "Sally, zis is..."

"I don't want to hear it, Antoine." Her voice was sharp, curt... and furious. Bunnie had only heard that tone a few times... and during those times, something very serious had always seemed to take place. Her emerald hues seemed to darken-tenacious as she was, she didn't want to upset Sally this much... however, her blue hues were burning, and before Bunnie could comprehend what was happening, Sally had darted forward and grabbed Antoine by the arm-for someone who had been sick, she certainly seemed to have a reserve of strength that she tapped into; she jerked Antoine straight off of the ground and gave a little growl. "You're going to be so sorry..."

And before Bunnie could so much as make an apology, Antoine was dragged out of the room and down the hallway by what had to be the most furious Princess in the history of the world.

And Bunnie, pushing herself off of the ground, gave a small frown and uttered perhaps the most uselessly truthful phrase possible.

"Oops..."