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"Field, come on."

"I can't get the bow to stick ... "

"It doesn't have to be perfect," said Adelaide, waiting, staring at the ceiling. It was a dark, snowy Christmas Eve. Their little country house was quiet save for the fireplace in the living room. Tomorrow, they'd spend the day with Field's family. But, tonight? They had nowhere to be, no plans except for each other.

"Not like I don't already know what I'm getting," Adelaide continued. When her mate didn't reply, the pink-furred bat repeated in a more dominant tone, "Mousey."

The submissive gold-and cream harvest mouse finally entered the bedroom, his steps slow and bashful. He was nude except for a silvery self-adhesive bow.

"Why's it on your tail?" Adelaide asked, laying in the middle of their bed.

"Cause it won't stick to fur."

"Then we'll have to get you out of your sheath," she said, adopting a sultry tone. "Give it something to stick to."

Field's dishy ears blushed. "This is silly ... "

"Don't be stubborn," Adelaide insisted.

"I'm not good at roleplaying! I don't know how to be a sexy present." He'd gotten her real, actual presents, but they weren't exchanging those 'til morning.

"Practice makes perfect." Head on a pillow, the colorful bat's plum-purple eyes gave him a look-over. "Do a little twirl for me?" She gestured with a long, bendy thumb. "I wanna see what I'm getting."

"You should have it memorized by now." Nonetheless, Field did as told, rotating his body in place.

"Move your hips a little. Tail, too. Yeah. Maybe raise your arms?"

"You're trying to get me to dance, aren't you?"

The bat giggled, not denying it.

"Adelaide," he said, trying not to smile, too. He stood still and crossed his arms. "It's not funny!"

"Heh. If you say so," Adelaide replied, spreading her legs and opening her wing-arms to full span, revealing her round, rosy breasts. Her sex, glistening wet and pouty with arousal, was also on full display. Though she was a bug bat instead of a fruit bat, her pelt nonetheless brought to mind nature's candy. Watermelon, dragon fruit, strawberry. Field swore he could see (and taste) all of them on her. But, then, he'd been known to be overly romantic.

"You can't spell 'funny' without 'fun'," Adelaide continued. She licked her lips with her long, wily tongue and brought her thighs back together, re-draping her wing-arms over the front of her body, hiding herself away from him. "But I guess you aren't interested in having that."

"Let's not be hasty." Smiling, the harvest mouse got onto the bed. On all fours, he crawled to her and positioned himself directly above. His prehensile tail threaded through the air above them. The bedroom was intimately lit. A bedside lamp illuminated them in an incandescent glow. "You deserve some holiday cheer. Who am I to deprive you?"

"Holiday cheer?" Adelaide barked out a laugh. "Is that a euphemism?"

"Maybe ... "

"You can do better. Say something ... naughtier."

Field blinked. "Like what?"

"Use your imagination."

Field was flummoxed, trying to think of something to say. 'Naughty' wasn't in his wheelhouse.

"I won't tell Santa, Field," Adelaide teased, tongue grazing one of his erogenous ears.

"Ha, ha," he deadpanned, even as he shivered hotly.

Adelaide, tongue retracting, waited for him to seduce her.

Clearing his throat, Field stammered, "Um ... it looks ... looks like you need your stocking stuffed, I think." His whiskers twitched, cheeks getting hot. "Yeah? Maybe with--" He finished in a squeaky pitch, "My candy cane."

"That's just beyond pitiful," Adelaide said, wrapping him up in her wing-arms.

"You knew I was boring when you married me," he murmured, nuzzling noses.

"What's that against my thigh? Mm?" she said, of his sudden erection. The bat's legs opened again and hooked around his body, wriggling playfully. "That's not boring."

"I'm not putting the bow on it," Field said, nosing at her neck, nibbling down to her shoulder.

"I prefer it unwrapped anyway."

Field, increasingly distracted, had no verbal retort. His muzzle strayed to her breasts, and he suckled on one while fondling at the other with a pink, furless paw.

Adelaide sighed, blanketing his body with her velvety wing-arms. Her heels dug into the backs of his legs.

The mouse, with a steamy, little squeak, inched back up her horizontal figure. He rubbed his cheek to hers. Field's whiskers tickled her face, and Adelaide's fangs grazed his chin. Eventually, through gravity and desire, their lips found each other's. They kissed. Sweet and sumptuous. And when their lips smacked apart, they kissed again, again, suckling on each other hungrily.

"Mm ... " Adelaide gave a weak, throaty moan, her elongated batty thumbs hooking into Field's pert, golden rump. She pulled at him, drawing him closer, drawing their hips flush together.

Field knew what to do. With a practiced, probing wriggle, he aligned himself. He pushed his essence into her. All the way. The sensation was glorious. Wet, insanely warm, snugly welcoming. She enveloped his cock as it rubbed against her feminine depths, his furry package nestled to her petals.

"Ah ... mousey," Adelaide sighed between continued kisses.

"Addie," was his impatient, passionate response, starting to thrust. His hips raising and diving, gently at first. His cock glistened with her juices each time it reappeared, lewdly squishing as it plunged out of sight. But Field soon began to pick up the pace.

The bat approved, chittering, writhing beneath him, doing her best to stimulate him into stimulating her. "Faster ... "

Fused together, working as one, they hugged and humped. The mattress bounced. The headboard bumped against the wall.

Field was practically rutting her now, his trim hips practically blurring, fur shedding and flying around them.

"Yes ... yes!" Adelaide breathed.

How long they were at it, neither knew. Their love was like a bubble that separated them from space and time. It was only them now, him and her. United in each other, in shared bliss. If only it could last forever!

But all things had a peak.

Adelaide reached hers first. There was little warning, just sudden echo-bursts, high-pitched bat screeches which bounced all the way around the room and back to their ears. Her sex in spasms, she arched her body, fangs jutting as her maw hung open. "Ahhhhn ... ahhhhffff ... "

Field, hearing, feeling, seeing her climax, couldn't help but get swept up in it. He followed her off the edge. His cock tingled, and he became desperately short of breath. Gasping for air, Field's whiskers stiffened and he hilted deeply. "Hah, ah ... oh!" His eyes squeezed shut. His penis pulsed, firing bursts of his seed, painting her walls, flooding her womb.

"Oh ... mousey, give it to me," Adelaide whispered, holding him close.

Field whimpered for her, because of her, in submission to her. As his orgasm tapered off and he was, indeed, milked for everything he had, the mouse hugged her tightly, chest heaving for air. He buried his face against her neck as if to hide how emotional he felt.

But the bat could hear it in his shaking breaths, feel it in the way his fingers curled and clutched at the fur on her back. Adelaide rubbed his own back with her wing-arms, softly speaking into one of his ears, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Field said, finally lifting his face to look at her. "You're the best gift I could ever get."

"Likewise," Adelaide went, bestowing him with a tender kiss, using more than a bit of tongue. Eventually, the bat said, "You can take that bow off now if you want."

He looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, it was still on his tail. It hadn't come loose at all.

"Well," Field said, looking back to his mate. "Who said you were only getting one present? Christmas hasn't technically started yet ... right?"

Adelaide beamed merrily. Her fangs grazed his lips, and she murmured, "That's the spirit."