The flag is not enough
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By the way, the setting is in the Archie world, when Sonic was 12.
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Author's Comments:
Two fics in less then a week. And it's not like they're bad fics or anything, I've put a lot of... well, words into them. Good words. That work well together and stuff. This one especially surprised me. It was a request for a fan of mine, to whom I once told I'd never write this. So if you liked this, don't thank me, thank Kevin who gave me the idea and even made a picture based on the fic which wasn't to be written. Oh, and take notice to the title. I usually have problems with them, but I love this one.
I was talking to an artist lately and he was telling me he didn't want to publish his work because he didn't like it, thought it didn't have enough quality. I can say my own pictures really suck and as for my first writings, well they don't actually suck, but they're nothing in comparison to what I do today (at least, I hope). A great deal of help came from two people actually, whom I may have thanked in the past, but I wish to do so again. I sadly don't have their names anymore, but I hope they will recognize themselves. One took my old Rotor and Antoine fic and MSTed it, which was cool because although I had gotten better between the time I wrote and published, it still pointed out some important flaws. The other took a whole work, which was the Tiny Toons Christmas if my mind serves me well, and completely took it bit by bit, pointing out some mistakes and giving me suggestions. I hope that not only I've gotten better, but I will get better still.
My next fic should be the so long (maybe) awaited Sonic Kids Chronicles Movie, Chapter 4. Only two more to go and that series is completed. And after that, I might work on something else about me in Yiffberg. In any case, I don't want to look to far in the future, lest I lose interest as before (although there also were time considerations).
Well, that's it for now. My final speech will come on my last fic (Chapter 5). For any comments, you may contact me by e-mail at [email protected], ICQ: 11722319, Y!: bahamutdragons, MSN: [email protected] (don't use as e-mail) and on AIM:BahamutSDragons. Well, I've spoken too much. Enjoy!
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The flag is not enough
It had been a few months since the first Festival, where the knothole residents had gotten together and mated through out the day like animals. Not that it was surprising, since they actually were animals. Since then, everything had been quite calm around Knothole, but sex was now a common sight as well as a common offering. The kids especially loved it, but after sometime of fucking and sucking and filled and being filled, they had gotten a bit bored of it and had turned to other occupations.
This time around, the Knothole children were playing capture the flag in the great forest again. This time, the teams were Sally, Rotor and Antoine against Sonic, Tails and the newest member of the kid gang, a rabbit named Bunnie. No one knew much about Bunnie, as Julayla, who had found her in the ruins of the old Mobotropolis, refused to speak of her. They had of course accepted her into the gang with arms opened, especially Sally since it was the first girlfriend of her age she could actually speak to.
But now, they were not friends. They were foes and had to defend the all important flag against invaders. Sally, the team leader, decided to remain alone to guard her team's flag. That usually would have been Rotor's job, since he was a bit slower, but Sally could see he was tired of the guardian job and decided to give him a break. As for Antoine, he couldn't keep his mouth shut and so would reveal the location of the flag immediately. On the other side, Sonic was appointed as guardian, since Tails could find the opposite flag easier by flying and Bunnie had been a quite formidable opponent last time.
All was now green and silent. Bunnie heard the particular sound of Tails' spinning tails as he flew overhead. A few more steps, then she heard distant talking, along the lines of: "Where are you my little flag? I'm going to get you. You know you can not run away from the best fighter in the world, Antoine D'Coolette!". She hid in the bushes and waited. As loud as he was, she probably could have played drums as she passed by him and he still wouldn't have noticed, but better not take the chance.
As the French fox neared him, she heard a distinct "Antoine, shut up! He have to remain hidden!" Rotor, a bit further then Antoine was, meaning she had the coast clear to begin searching. She waited, 1... 2... 3... then jumped out of the bushes and began frantically searching for the flag.
Her searching technique was quite unique, jumping from bush to bush, always quite far, never remaining in plain view too long. It had worked very well last time, fooling Sonic completely as she jumped for the flag. But Sally was very different and Bunnie knew she had to take every precaution.
As the rabbit jumped from and into another bush, Tails flew over. He shook his head, meaning he hadn't found it yet. Then, he pointed left to her, telling her to go search that way. Although now hidden from even him, she nodded and as if he had seen her, the twin tailed fox left in the other direction. Taking the other direction, she was lucky enough to find it a moment later. Sally was back to her. All she had to do was jump for the flag.
*Crack*
"Who's there," the ground squirrel asked, turning towards the noise.
"It's me Sally," Bunnie said, coming out of her now useless hiding place. "I've come for the flag and you can't stop me."
Sally knew she couldn't. Bunnie's legs were much better then hers. She would just jump out of the way and then dive for the flag. The only thing she could do is talk, negotiate.
"Come on, this is just a flag! Can't I offer you something else in exchange?"
"Well..."
It was working: "Yes?"
Bunnie approached Sally, who took one step back, then let her friend reach her. "I'll tell you what," the rabbit slipped to the future princess' ear. "I won't try to grab the flag but I'll need a bit more.. persuasion."
Their eyes locked and for a moment, both of them froze. Bunnie was thinking about how much she had wanted this, but now that she was in the position, Sally seemed uncomfortable about it. They had never actually done anything and although it might have been only circumstances, maybe it was something else.
On the other side, Sally was very happy. She had wanted to love Bunnie for some time, but it never seemed right. But now the words had been said, with her delightful little southern accent. Sally had all but forgotten about the game, but even if she had been reminded, she wouldn't of cared more.
Slowly, she advanced to the young rabbit and put a hand on her shoulder, then another behind her head. Both were now smiling, eagerly awaiting what was to come. Squirrel lips joined with bunny ones and female passion was expressed through the sharing of saliva and tongue. They passed their hands in each other's hair and fur, feeling the head, holding each other in a love lock. As Sally took an unconscious step backwards, she fell on the ground moss, Bunnie over her. She felt as if in on a cloud, with a beautiful tan rabbit-angel over her, feeling her, sharing her love.
Bunnie put her hands on each side of her young female friend and lifted herself, smiling tenderly. She obviously had wanted this for an as long time as Sally had. Grabbing her by the hips, the squirrel managed to reverse the positions by turning, putting the rabbit under her, putting her into a dominant position. Bunnie just smiled as for a brief moment, the princess kissed her before kissing her chin and neck, her shoulders and finally starting to lick her yet undeveloped breasts. As her rugged tongue played with the small sensitive mounds, her hands started stroking her side fur while descending slowing, inch by inch, until they made their way to the thighs and the entrance to her love canal.
Sally however knew better then to just enter. After all, she was a lady as well and if she liked special attention there, so would Bunnie. She passed her fingers all around the cavity, touching all over, sometimes passing the length of her finger along the slit but never entering, making Bunnie squirm from the double attention. She felt her fingers getting wet from the female juices. She brought one back to her face and licked them, moaning her approval.
She then left the breast for the stomach, still licking and kissing, putting a bit of attention around the belly button, until she finally reached the end. Between her young companion's legs, she smiled back, asking: "Are you ready for this?" The reply surprised her.
"No."
"No? Why, isn't it what you wanted?"
"Yes of course but I don't want to leave you out."
"Don't worry, I'm..."
"No buts nor nothing. I want you turned around."
Sally smiled as she finally grasped what the lapine had in mind. "Then come and get me," she finally added. Bunnie took her cue and advanced back over Sally, back into the dominant position, although it would no longer matter. Head to toe, they now both had access to each other's pussy. Sally thought of saying a small joke, along the lines of "Bon appetit", but she never had the chance as Bunnie tongue went directly for the orifice before her, making the squirrel squirm in delight before plunging tongue first herself.
They both licked all around, inside and outside, using their hands to better their positions, sometimes by grounding themselves or by moving a leg. They put special care on to the most sensitive spot of their nether regions, the clitoris, rubbing their rough tongues as slowly as possible, make some juice leak out, cleaning that up, then starting again.
Although Sally had done this before, with Julayla and Rosie, Bunnie has a natural talent for it and soon, Sally had trouble only concentrating on the task at hand, although pleasurable. The rabbit was relentless, lapping away like a cat before milk, almost as if afraid to have no more, but never finding the end of the tasty threat. And she knew Sally would soon be sending out more of her juices as her orgasm neared.
Using all of her remaining willpower, almost turning this love feast into a competition, Sally continued sucking and licking, passing a finger through both her saliva and her friend's juices to lubricate before entering her rear end. The act surprised the Bunnie who stopped her actions for a moment. Taking the opportunity, Sally licked as there was no tomorrow, pumping her single finger in rhythm with her tongue. In the end however, the battle had been lost before it even started.
As she returned her attention to the slip, Sally jerked in ecstasy and soon enough, she came on the round as Bunnie rushed her mouth to receive as much of the sweet female juices as she could. For a long moment, all was still as the girl cum continued flowing to the wanting rabbit. Then, Sally resumed her own licking as sucking and finger pumping. Bunnie let herself go on the ground, grabbing some grass and finally letting her restrained orgasm loose, letting her own juices flood the princess' face. Sally just remained there, letting the warm liquid drench her face and tasting what reached her mouth and extended tongue.
Finally, both were done, tired. Bunnie rolled off her mate but Sally still found the energy to reach her head and place a kiss, sharing the lapine juices with her owner. Bunnie hadn't kept anything, being so fond of the elixir. She also drank a great deal of her own and soon, both girls here only left with a memory, an after taste, a reminder of the previous pleasure.
Unknown to them, over head, Tails had found the flag. Silently sitting on a tree branch, he knew better then to interrupt the passion of those two. Feeling a bit jealous, he had waited for them to finish and then dive for the flag. He never got the chance as a few moments after the girls finished, a familiar French accented voice: "I found it! I found the flag! I am numero 1! I win!"
Under the fox, the mates gave each other an understood look. For them, they were both winners.