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  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. Read the rest of this entry »