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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.