With an incredible explosion of rainbow light high above the planet, the latest of Dr. Eggman's nefarious superweapons disappears, never to bother anyone again. The people of Mobius watch with bated breath, only to be hit with a wave of energy that they had felt all-too-many times before. They see it all: Freedom Fighting and Rocking Out, laid back slacking and cartoon antics, cops in small towns in Montana, two worlds, one world, many worlds above and below.
Nothing was ever the same that day... nothing could ever be the same.
That was the day that the evil Dr. Eggman finally was killed off for good. His own wave erased him forever, but the memory of his effect on the planet, and the damage that he had left behind--that could never, ever be forgotten.
The speech continues to buzz on the monitor where Princess Sally, leader of the Dual-Worlds Restoration, speaks here to those watching from all over the twin planets. In one such household, the homestead of the D'Coolettes, friends watched in rapt attention as she continues her speech. "And that is why, starting this year, on the anniversary of our collective sigh of relief, this date will be declared Peace Day. It will be the day that Mobius finally found the end of its wars.
Antoine sniffs at that statement, swirling around his fine wine. "Ze end of wars. Zat is poppycock if you ask moi. Non. There will be other wars, and for zem, we should be prepar-ed!"
"Sugah-Twan, Ah think yer lettin' the wine get to yer head a bit. Yer accent's getting much too hard for our guests to understand."
Antoine looks around at the guests, all adults at the adult party that the older of the core freedom fighters had established. He clears his throat and stands tall. "What I am meaning to say is zat we should have ze vigilance, and zat we should not be keeping our guards down, but... for now, we can be relaxing, yes?"
"Ah'll drink ta' that!" Bunnie says, lifting up a mug for herself. "To peace and the friends who helped make it possible."
"Oui, oui, and you know what else?" He steps forward, raising his glass towards a rabbit sitting at their couch, sipping some tea. "To Miss the Rabbit, who is ze pioneer among us for ze next generation! A single mother during ze dark Eggman times now gets a reward for raising a child in zat climate. Why not offer a toast to her as well?"
The cheers rise up from among the guests, and Vanilla lowers her head, scrunching up her skirt a bit. "T... thank you," she says, a humble gesture in these times.
Bunnie frowns after taking her drink but puts her best party face back on a moment later as the next round of toasts came and went, but she didn't keep her eye too far from the mother rabbit.
Sometime between toasts and charades, Vanilla walks on outside to the back garden, admiring the bouncing plants and their fruits and vines. Bunnie slips out alongside her, speaking up to break the tension. "Ain't nothin' like seein' somethin' you worked so hard on growing nice and strong, eh, Miss Rabbit?"
"Oh, B-Bunnie!" Vanilla says, giving the rabbot a quick bow. "I'm sorry. I was just admiring your skills."
"Yeah, ah had plenty o' time to garden and ta hair dress in the past year. Strange, isn't it? Ah' ain't never lived in a world without war. It's funny what you can get done when you ain't workin' all day ta' destroy stuff."
"Yes, that's true," Vanilla says. "It reminds me of my youth a bit. It's almost as if my whole adulthood never really happened."
"Ah, don't yew talk like that, Miss Rabbit. You ain't an old lady yet! Yah gonna make me feel old sho' 'nuff, if'n ya keep talkin' like that.
"Hm, yes, perhaps you're right," Vanilla says, tittering slightly at that. "You know... when I see you and your husband together, I do get a little jealous.
"Say what? Where'd this come from?"
Vanilla closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Bunnie--the world was a much different place before the Great War. It was a time of growth and compassion and a time of free love. It was simply wonderful."
"Free love, ya say? Shucks, don't that sound like a good time."
"Oh, I" m glad you think so," Vanilla says, turning once more to face Bunnie. "You see, because you and your husband may have toasted me for raising a daughter in these trying times, but you two... you two are heroes, and it's because of people like you that my Cream is safe." She reaches out, grasping Bunnie's hand between hers. "And I want to make it up to the two of you, personally."
Bunnie sputters, but she doesn't pull away. Her eyes are fixated upon that warm, genuine, lusty smile of the older rabbit.
"You know how I feel, Bunnie," Vanilla's voice comes back to her, husky. "You can't deny it. This past year, without having to worry about saving the world, you've heard a different call, a natural call. I'm feeling it too."
The two stares at each other in silence, their eyes closed, their mouths drifting close, their breaths warm upon their faces.
	"Oh, my lovely little leporine," Antoine calls out. "Ze guests, zey are waiting to pin ze tail on ze, mon Dieu!"
Antoine stands there in the middle of his garden. He watches as, in the moonlight, his wife and his guest of honor, share a gentle, yet passionate kiss.
The two pull back, their eyes fluttering open, and they gaze over at Antoine.
"Oh, and I suppose zis is where you say 'zis isn't what it looks like?"
Bunnie rolls her eyes and then grabs him around the waist, pulling him in close. "Not at all, Sugah. This is where ah tell ya to join in!"

Antoine D’Coolette stands in his garden, his heart thumping louder than the sounds of fireworks in the night sky. Before him, his wife stands hand-in-hand with Vanilla the Rabbit, giving the coyote the sight of two lovely ladies enjoying each other.
“Didn’t ya hear what we said, sugah?” Bunnie says, licking her lips. “You’re free ta join us together if ya’d like.”
“B… by all means!” Antoine says, the evidence of his arousal showing itself in the sword that pokes up from between his legs.
“My, my, he really is a catch, isn’t he?” Vanilla says, placing a hand upon her breast. “So virile. You’re quite a lucky woman, Mrs. D’Coolette.”
“Well, ah mean you were talkin’ earlier about free love, weren’t ya? Ain’t more free than sharin’ yer husband’s dick with a friend!”
Bunnie giggles, squeezing Vanilla’s hand. The younger woman lowers herself down unto her robotic knees, bringing Vanilla down there with her. The two women stare at that cock, which twitches in anticipation, feeling the breath of two bunnies in front of it.
“M… mon dieu…” Antoine’s voice is ragged and ready. “Zis is… like a dream!”
“So, Vanilla,” Bunnie says, her robotic hand wrapping around her husband’s cock. “You ever suck a dick back in yer day?”
“My, my,” Vanilla says, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open, staring at the head in an almost hypnotic trance. “It’s been entirely too long since I’ve had,” Vanilla says, her gloved hand stroking along the bottom of the glans. “I certainly hope it isn’t impolite to say that I’m out of practice.”
“N… not at all,” Antoine says, his legs shaking, his tail wagging. “Go ahead and use my piece as your training piece.”
Bunnie bites her lip, her furred fingers sliding down along Vanilla’s dress. “Miss Vanilla, you really opened the doors up now by kissin’ me. Ah hope yer ready to deal with us young-uns.”
“By all means,” Vanilla says, “this is more your victory than mine. Let me give you something to enjoy”
With that, she slides in, wrapping her lips around Antoine’s tip, her eyes staring upwards at the younger soldier man. Her tongue slides along the bottom, pushing the tip up towards the roof of her mouth, squishing and sliding it along the textured surface. She hums, letting her ring finger and thumb sliding down along his shaft.
Bunnie scoots behind the older rabbit, both hands now around her, unbuttoning one bit after the other until finally, the truth is revealed as Vanilla’s massive mommy milkers flop out, freed from the bounds of her lady-like propriety.
“Hot Damn!” the younger rabbit says, squeezing and fondling the fun bags, her chin resting upon Vanilla’s shoulder. “And here ah thought ah had the biggest cup size in all of New Mobotropolis! You’ve been holdin’ out on us!”
Vanilla gasps out a response in a gulping groan, tilting her head from side to side as she slides her face over Antoine’s cock, slickening up the shaft with her spit.
“Y… you are quite beautiful…” Antoine shudders, his hand resting upon Vanilla’s head, rubbing her hair. “And are many… of your age as… sexually charged as you?”
Vanilla winks, speeding up her slurping and sucking, taking the cock in deeper and deeper, until her lips practically kiss at his thighs.
“Zut alors!” Antoine swears, leaning in over Vanilla. “Not even Bunnie can get this far!”
“You’ll have to teach me yer tricks!” Bunnie responds, pinching the rabbit’s nipples, kissing at her cheek. “Or, we’re gonna have to have you come on over much more often. Ah like to keep mah mouth nice and not sore. Don’t seem like a problem to you, does it?
Vanilla’s gaze gets a bit hazy the more she slides her mouth along that cock, letting out lewd moans as drool dribbles down off of her chin and down to her exposed tits.
Antoine slaps against the rabbit, finally losing all sorts of decorum.
Bunnie’s fingers continue to tease and play at her chest, marveling and envious at what Vanilla has to offer.
But soon enough, the coyote cannot hold himself back, and he grits his teeth, throwing his head back. Shots and shots of cum shoot out of his cock, filling Vanilla’s melt with salty delight.
The rabbit, remembering her etiquette, pulls back, attempting to make herself nice and proper once again, pulls her face away from that shaft, only to have white-hot sperm spray her with pump after pump of warm and goopy ropes.
With the firing of the last firework, the two lovers get to see the mess that they made, a mother, her dress all rumpled up and opened, one eye closed with cum splurted over her face and nose, and some of it dribbling onto her tits. She pants, her tongue out, glistening with the expenditure with Antoine’s spunk.
“My… that is a beautiful sight…” Antoine says. “My love… I think that… this is a most beautiful thing.
“How about ah add to that beauty?” Bunnie says, metal hand behind Vanilla’s head, pressing her face to hers and locking their lips together.
Bunnie slurps up her hubby’s cummy from the older woman, pulling her lips away, a bridge of saliva between the two of them before she stands up. “Now then, Sugah Twan, you were sayin’ there were party games to attend to?”
“O… oh yes!” Antoine says, stuffing his hand between his legs. “Let’s go back to our guests, tout de sweet!”
And so, the two run off through the garden, and Vanilla, sitting on her knees, buttons herself back up, sighing and standing. “Ah, to be as young as them again,” she sighs, wiping her face off with a kerchief. “At least that was a fun one-time event.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” says someone from behind her. Vanilla’s eyes widen, and she whips around, gasping. “You!?”