Anniversary - Pt. 2 (Bunnie x Antoine)

Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/QcxzpqGx

Professor Pickle.


Big's bait box.


Soiled soldier uniforms.


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Bunnie in a uniform and nothing but.

NO! FOCUS! NOT HELPING!

Okay.


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The Princess's cooking.

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Perfect.



Antoine walked briskly down the brightly-lit corridor, making his way to the Sky Patrol's communal mess hall. It had taken some...INTENSE concentration, but be had finally calmed down enough that he could venture out of his and Bunnie's shared quarters and maintain decency. Already having freshened up himself on the way, Antoine figured that at least he could get a head start on fixing up a late breakfast for them both. He soon arrived at his destination, a simple keystroke on the access panel causing the blue star-emblazoned metal door to slide open and allow him into the dining area.

Like everything else on the Sky Patrol, Rotor had spared little in the way of design. Gone were the modern steel furniture and sterile lighting that pervaded the style throughout most of the ship; instead, an ornate oaken table handcrafted from wood from the Great Forest Zone formed the centerpiece of the room, ringed by matching chairs made even cozier with soft, fluffy cushions. Aside from the sunshine provided by the vast bay window and the absolutely breathtaking view it afforded, lamps with more mellow, naturalistic lighting illuminated the room. Directly adjacent to the dining area was a well-stocked and fully functional kitchen, home to any and every cooking appliance or accessory that one could ever need.


Antoine strode over to the cabinets and began gathering the tools of his favorite trade, neatly setting out a wide pan, whisks, and spatulas. He hummed an old marching song of his father's as he busied himself in Rotor's industrial-sized fridge; eggs, sharp cheddar, thank goodness it's butter, and a few cups of his and his wife's favorite toppings quickly joined the cookware on the counter/breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area. All too soon, the soft crackle and pleasant aroma of simmering butter pervaded the room while Antoine blended the omelette ingredients together.


"Oh mah stars, that smells heavenly. You start without me, shug?"

The doors slid open again to reveal a washed and refreshed Bunnie, now clad in her usual strapless leotard. She tossed her head side to side, shaking out the last few drops of dampness from her ponytail as she joined her husband in the kitchen. Antoine greeted her with a peck on the cheek as he flipped the first omelette expertly. "Désolé, ma chérie. I thought it would be saving us some time."

"You're the best, sugah-Twan." she said as she hugged him from behind, causing the coyote to falter slightly as he became all-too-aware of her still slightly dewy breasts pressing against his back.

"A-ah, please to be careful, yo- oh non, the pan, she is still hot."

"Oh! Sorry shug." she apologized sincerely before striking a flirty pose against the counter and fluttering her eyelashes at him. "An' I know I am. Scootch over, I'm gonna warm us up some biscuits."

Antoine shifted to the side, allowing Bunnie access to the oven as she fetched a stack of leftover pastries from the fridge. The aroma of warm bread quickly joined the mouthwatering savory scent of the cooking eggs.


Before too long, a scrumptious breakfast of fluffy omelettes and biscuits hot from the oven materialized. Antoine fussed and fretted over the presentation of the plated eggs while Bunnie fetched them both some coffee, cream, and sugar. They chose to sit side by side using the stools at the breakfast bar, preferring to keep the main table clean for dinner that evening. Bunnie's mouth watered at the sight of her husband's handiwork: a carrot and spring onion omelette with just a sprinkle of her favorite chili powder.

"Land sakes sugah-Twan, if that tastes half as good as it looks, ah might just have you cook breakfast every day."

Antoine chuckled in mock triumph as he spooned honey over a sliced-open biscuit. "Mon Dieu, could you being admitting who is the better chef?"

"Ah ain't sayin' that, ya smug cuss." she retorted, playfully swatting his arm. "Hurry up and dig in before it all goes cold." With that, they both tucked in. Cutlery softly clinked against the plates as they chatted and gossiped about the food, their plans for the day, and life in general, the conversation invariably getting interrupted by random acts of flirting; getting lost in each others eyes, swift and sudden kisses in mid-sentence; Bunnie even insisted that they sampled each others' dish, each holding out a forkful for the other to try. The morning burned on, and the plates of delicious food slowly emptied.


Bunnie sighed contentedly as she finally slumped forward on her stool, propping herself up with one arm as she gazed off into space dreamily. "Wheeeeew...that hit the spot, hun. I swear yer cookin' gets better every day."

"Non, eet is nothings," Antoine replied with a slight blush. "Besides, your biscuits are truly tres magnifique." He looked over the dishes and cookware. "Shall we start with ze cleanings?"

The rabbit playfully ran her finger around the rim of the sugar dish. "Ah dunno, I was thinkin' we might have some dessert before all that now."

The coyote glanced back at his wife incredulously. "Tu rigoles? I could not eating another...bite..."

Bunnie held the small creamer aloft, slowly pouring the thick liquid over her chest and cleavage as she leaned back against the countertop. "Ooops, guess ah made a right mess o' myself..." she said coyly as she set down the now-empty jar. Antoine's eyes bugged as she clasped her hands and squeezed her breasts between her arms invitingly. "Y'all don't mind helpin' me get all cleaned up, do ya sugah-Twan?"

"Not at all, ma choute, however..." he trailed off, slipping over to the entrance to the mess hall and flipping the switch that locked the door, "Let us be making sure that we have privacy, non?"

 Bunnie dipped a fingertip in the small pool of cream that had gathered in between her breasts, bringing it to her lips as she seductively licked it clean. "Hurry back now, shug...don't y'all want a taste?"

Before she could even finish, Antoine was back at her side, his mouth already watering a the sight of such a delicacy. "Merci pour le repas..." With that, he dove in with gusto, making straight for the dollop of cream nestled in her cleavage. Bunnie immediately went into a fit of giggles as he greedily lapped up the sauce, each lick sending a tickling ripple through her chest.

"Eeek! Nntoine! Sakes hon, I -haha!- I thought you were full!" The ravenous coyote's only response was to taste her even more vigorously, moving on to the drips of cream scattered along the verges of her spandex suit, each lick both cleaning and spreading the white glaze even further over her ample mounds. He teased along the edge, just barely sneaking his tongue in between the thin fabric and her soft fur and hastening his wife's breath. Slowly, Antoine peeled down the tight fabric, letting her perky breasts spring free of their hot pink prison. Antoine then trailed down, tracing the thin trickle of sweet substance that had leaked down through her leotard. Bunnie cradled his head as he went, gently urging him closer as his nimble tongue flicked along her sensitive skin.  The coyote continued his southward track until he reached the underside of her bosom. His hands sunk into her pillowy mounds as he lifted them so he could give them the attention they very much deserved, leaving no inch of skin unattended as he lapped her clean of every last drop of cream. Bunnie gasped as he suddenly squeezed her breasts tightly together, his tongue wedged deep in her cleavage as he came back up and over both her nipples at the same time. The rabbit's moaned echoed through the kitchen as he latched on, alternating between light nips and suckles on her light pink teats. She ground against the stool, her passion slicking the seat as she gripped him more tightly against her chest. Meanwhile. Antoine found himself losing the battle to keep his head above the sea of squeezable golden fur that threatened to envelop him, his wife's powerful bionic arm forcing him deeper into her cleavage as her pleasure followed in kind.

"Mmm-m bll...

"Nnmmm, shug...yer- ahn!"

"Mm shrry!"

"Yeah, right there..."

"BNNY!"

Bunnie finally snapped out of her elated reverie. "H-huh? OH! Oh mah stars, I'm sorry hon!" She quickly released her husband, letting him reel back for a gasp of air.

"C'est *pant* bon, dearest...I am *wheeze* fine..."

Bunnie turned and hid her face in her hands, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. "Can't believe ah did that...y'all just got me so riled up that ah couldn't control this durn arm..."

Antoine wrapped his arms around her reassuringly, planting a kiss on the back of her neck as she slumped miserably on the counter. "Do not worrying about it, mon amour. I am just happy you are enjoying it. Besides..." Bunnie's blushing began to rival the sun streaming through the window as he showed her his fingertips, slick with the nectar she had left on the seat she knocked aside in her haste to let Antoine breathe. "I am thinking that I still have some cleaning to do."

Antoine eased her forward onto the counter, her breasts squishing against the smooth surface as he bent her over with her legs slightly spread. His warm touch sent quivers of pleasure down her spine, causing Bunnie to bite her lip as his hands worked down her sides. She squirmed as he dug his hands into her hips, kneading handfuls of firm backside and soft, pliable silicone that formed the joint to her bionic legs. Sinking to his knees, Antoine kissed along the boundary of fur and metal, the shallow gasp accompanying each peck reaffirming his suspicions of the area being especially sensitive. Finally, he arrived at his destination; Bunnie's earlier grinding on the stool had pulled her leotard taut between her legs, the soaked garment allowing Antoine to clearly see the outline of her puffy lower lips. He slowly slid the fabric aside, giving him full view of her beautiful pink slit. A thin trickle of passion dripped from her as Antoine licked his lips with a predator's smile.

"Ma chatte, you should have telling me that you also spilled honey down here..."

Bunnie could barely focus enough for a reply as she bit down on her glove, the feeling of her husband's warm, lustful breath on her causing her to struggle against crying out in frustrated ecstasy. "Nnnnn...shga-Twnnnn..."

Antoine wasn't one to keep his lady waiting. He carefully spread her lips open, the tip of his tongue dancing along the edges as her hips shook in violent pleasure. He moved with a swirling motion, broadly stroking the entrance to her womanhood as he lapped up her sweet nectar. The taste was simply intoxicating to him, a flavor that tantalized his senses and stirred basic, primal urges from deep within him. Bunnie had discarded her hole-riddled glove already, giving louder and louder voice to the passion that was consuming her from the bottom up as her lover lashed against her most delicate place. Antoine attempted to keep hold of his wife's shuddering metal legs as he ran long, slow strokes over her outer folds, his rough tongue sending electrifying surges of overwhelming bliss coursing through her each time he ran along her sensitive pearl. The coyote  dared to venture deeper, pushing past her entrance and into her velvety linings, exploring each fold and crease, memorizing every last part of her that he could reach. Bunnie's mind fought to control her impulses as the tension in her nethers caused pistons and servos to jerk and strain, her knees buckling in response to her lightheaded euphoria. She looked back over her shoulder, her lolling tongue dripping unchecked as she struggled for words.

"An-Antoine...ah can't, ah'm goin' crazy..."

"Alors, you are ready for ze main course zen." Antoine remarked casually as he stood up, his rock-hard member already at full mast. He allowed it to settle between her generous cheeks, her fluffy white tail tickling the tip as he slowly slid in and out of the gap. "I have been, how you say, starving myself since zis morning." He squeezed her backside around his shaft, letting her push her hips against him needily as short, imploring moans escaped her. Her soft fur was intensely stimulating as his manhood pumped back and forth, not unlike when she had serviced him with her breasts in bed, but the flesh here was much firmer, well-toned from years of active combat in the fight against Eggman. Before his passion got the better of him, he withdrew from the velvety crevasse. "But for you, mon chou, I am not thinking I can wait any longer." He positioned his tip directly against her quivering entrance, bracing himself for the rush he was about to experience. "Bon appetit."



Rotor stormed down the halls of the Sky Patrol, chuntering angrily as he went. "Brilliant. Just AWESOME. No, really, what in the name of cod was I thinking making the whole stupid machine shut down JUST because one lousy freaking ingredient is out of stock?" His grousing intensified as he rounded the corner, making a direct beeline for the kitchen. "And why didn't I think to keep some in the workshop fridge? I swear, I must be getting old early or something...." He finally arrived at the entry door, absentmindedly thumbing the access button as he continued ranting. "And I'm expected to get anything done like this? Hah, yeah, right. Like they say, all work and no coffee makes Rotor *BUZZZZ*

"You *WHAT*?" Rotor whirled on the keypad, the throes of caffeine withdrawal nearly causing him to rip the device from the wall.  He squinted in anger and confusion at the flashing red notification on the screen. "Locked? What do you *mean* locked? I just saw Bunnie heading this way less than an...hour...ago..."


The realization impacted Rotor almost as hard as his fist did on the door. "OOOOOOOOOH NO YOU DON'T! NUH UH! WE'RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!" The walls reverberated again and again as he pounded furiously on the burnished golden star adorning the portal. "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO DISINFECT EVERYTHING LAST TIME?! YOU'VE GOT 'TILL THE COUNT OF NOW BEFORE I MANUALLY OVERRIDE THIS LOCK!"

Rotor could hear the sounds of much banging, shuffling, and much more vehement speech as he waited for the couple to show themselves out of the mess hall. Finally, the doors slid open with Bunnie hastily dashing out first, desperately trying to pull her disheveled leotard back into place as she avoided Rotor's baleful glare. Antoine soon followed, awkwardly stumbling out while trying to cover himself with a VERY distended dish towel. Antoine boiled over as soon as he saw the walrus, invective spewing forth from him freely as he chased after his wife. "Connard! Fils de pute! Salaud! Foutre et mourir!"

Rotor waved him off dismissively. "Yeah yeah, how about next time you christen a room that ISN'T where we cook meals?!" Rotor stalked into the kitchen, still mildly fuming. "Buncha children on this ship, surprised I can go two feet without tripping over someone making out...*sigh*...well, whatever." He dug around in the fridge, eager to get both what he came for and back to work. "Least now I'll be able to get some java going and then I can...Wait." He feverishly pushed aside bottles and jugs, panicking as his search continued to be fruitless. "Where is it? I *know* we had some! There was a whole pitcher of it!" He flung the door shut, scanning the still-cluttered countertop. "No...nonono." He locked onto the creamer still left sitting on its side. He upended it in disbelief as one single, solitary drop fell to splash on the floor.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOINE!"





Meanwhile....

Antoine fought to keep his grip around slick steel, sweat beading on his brown from exertion.

Impassioned groans tore through his throat as he thrust with wild abandon, the pent-up frustrations of the morning taking their toll as he cast aside any thought of pace or technique.

Every form.

Every position.

From the back.

From the side.

Top.

Bottom.

On the table.

Standing.

Sitting.

Nothing else mattered.

Except what lay before him.









And no man or Mobian before or since has sharpened and polished an entire collection's worth of blades as swiftly or fervently as Antoine did while waiting for Bunnie to shower off for the second time that morning.

Part 3 - http://pastebin.com/KfBGJJXB