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“How much longer?” Adelaide wondered.

Field, a few feet away, re-aimed his camera (secured atop a tripod) and snapped some shots of the now-crescent sun in the gradually dimming sky.

Looking at the results, the harvest mouse ran a paw through his golden head-fur. Hmm. No, no. Maybe. Ooh! That was a keeper. Yes. Then he blinked, turning to his longtime mate. “Huh?”

“The countdown?” the pink-furred bat said, sitting on the other side of the blanket, a pair of solar glasses on her face. They completely obscured her purple eyes.

“Oh, um … ” The harvest mouse fumbled in his jeans pocket for his phone. “It’s 2:32, and the eclipse starts at 3:06 and 35 seconds. We still got, um … about half-an-hour?” He did the math in his head. “Yeah. A little more than that.”

“How long’s it gonna last, again? Three minutes?”

“And one second,” he added, ropy tail whipping with excitement.

He’d waited years for this!

Not just any eclipse. A total solar eclipse! The purest, most intense kind. A celestial show of shows! And the first to pass over Central Indiana in over a millennium. It would be centuries before another.

Given that they didn’t have the income to chase eclipses around the globe, to have one pass directly over their home? It was the epitome of a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Field had been fretting all week about the weather, obsessively watching Fib the Morning Mouse’s weather updates on Channel 13, and after the possibility of clouds and rain, the skies were blue and sunny.

For now.

Rain was coming. A cold front. He could see dark clouds coalescing to the west.

It would be a race against time to see which arrived first: the cloud cover or the eclipse.

“You’re doing it again,” Adelaide said, taking her solar glasses off.

“Doing what?”

The bat would normally be working at the smalltown library on Tuesday afternoons, but it was closed so people could watch the eclipse. Every place was shutting down for it. It was a huge deal. Parties, gatherings, people coming from outside the totality zone to bear witness.

Field had no farming duties today, so here they were, about to watch it together, out in the open pasture behind their cozy country home.

“You’re pacing.”

“I can’t help it,” he defended.

The mouse twitched, returning to his camera. He double-checked the last pictures he’d gotten before adjusting the settings again and snapping some more. The sun was eighty percent obscured, now. He had to keep raising the exposure times.

He looked to the horizon again and quickly checked the weather app on his phone.

“Relax, mousey! Don’t worry about the clouds.” She reached a wingtip toward him. “The moon will get here first.”

“How do you know?”

“Guess I’m feeling lucky?” A sly sparkle came to her eyes. “I can make you lucky, too!”

“How?”

She said nothing at first, just flashed her pearly fangs. Field had a ‘mousey innocence’ to him that he somehow never lost. Made him perpetually fun to tease.

The ghost bat/red bat hybrid laid herself back on the blanket, sprawling out, stretching her wing-arms to full span. The membranes were thin and velvety, the bone-struts delicate. It was a revealing, sultry display.

‘Come and get me,’ her body language said. ‘I’m all yours.’

“Thirty minutes is plenty of time, don’t you think?” she said aloud.

“I’m … t-time for what?” he asked stubbornly. The mouse was trying to maintain control, to stay in ‘arty photographer space geek’ mode. He had to document everything! He’d never get this chance again.

They could (and did) have sex all the time.

Seriously.

Couldn’t it wait?

“Field?”

“I’m … I’m, uh, taking pictures of the, uh, progression.”

“You can still do that,” she assured gently, arching her body for him. “Mmm.” She settled back into a prone position. “Don’t you have a timer? A remote?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Besides, we’ll make it quick. No foreplay. Five, ten minutes max,” she promised, pupils dilating. “I only ask that you make it last longer than the eclipse will last. You gotta give me three minutes. Okay?”

“And … and one second,” he added sheepishly.

“Right.”

“I, uh … ah … ” Field huffed and shook his head. “Adelaide! We’re … we’re in a wide-open pasture!” He looked around, blue eyes wide, gripped by self-consciousness.

Adelaide, in comparison, was breezily casual, comfortable in her own pelt. She almost had him. He was almost there. She kept at it. “So? We’ve done it out here before.”

“At night,” he qualified. “Under the stars. In the summer. The trees don’t even have leaves yet!” It was only the first week of April. “You can see the road from here.”

She giggled. “We’ll still technically be under the stars,” she said, unable to resist adding, eyes boring into him, “And I’ll be under you.”

“You will?”

“Mmhmm.”

Field imagined this, feeling a stirring in his loins.

“If I’m riding, I’ll try to tease and edge you, and we might push too close to the eclipse. We usually finish faster when you’re on top.”

“Oh.” Field swallowed and cleared his throat, blushing hard. “Really? I guess I never noticed.”

Time, to him, basically stopped when they made love. He’d lose track of everything, consumed by her. Such a hopeless romantic!

Adelaide loved that about him, even if she saw life through a more pragmatic, irreverent lens.

“C’mere,” she whispered warmly.

He met her eyes.

“No one will catch us,” she swore.

“You always say that.”

“I’m always right, aren’t I?” she countered, before amending with a head-tilt, “Well, usually.”

His whiskers twitched.

Exhibitionism was the bat’s biggest kink, and she was always seducing him into having sex outdoors and semi-public places.

Like the break room in the library, or even one of the study tables after hours. Or in their friends’ (Kody and Ketchy’s) house, in their bed. Or anywhere outside within view of a road. Or—

Granted, it wasn’t entirely selfish on Adelaide’s part. Field got plenty for his troubles.

He adjusted his jeans and gave a quick glance over to the road.

“Mousey. No one’s going to driving by right now. They’re all going to be watching the sky! It’ll just you and me.”

“I know, but—"

“Don’t you want to be joined together? Our warm, rich colors meshing under an ancient, primal phenomenon, hearts racing as one, bodies doing what’s perfectly, blissfully natural? What could be more passionate than that?”

Field exhaled.

Okay.

When she put it like that …

“Look, the longer we debate this, the less time we have.” Getting impatient, she quirked her brow. “Do you want my pussy or not?”

Unable to take it anymore, he blurted, “Yes, yes! Okay? I do.”

But Adelaide was feeling her oats. She knew she could push him further. Especially with them being on such a tight deadline.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” the bat said, still laid out, wing-arms folding behind her head.

“What?” he asked, whiskers twitching.

“You were stalling so long, maybe you just agreed for my sake?” She made a clicking noise with her tongue. “Takes two to tango. I want to know you really want it.”

“I do!”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“What do you want, mm? Specifically?” she asked, exercising her dominance over him.

“I w-want … want your … ”

“Shh. Take a breath.” She sat up and beckoned him closer.

He took in air and advanced toward her.

“There we go. Another one. Now … look at me and say it.” She caressed him with a wing-arm. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything. I’m your mate.”

A sigh. His eyes darted, looked down, then settled directly on her as he said, “I want your pussy.”

Adelaide smiled, wrapping her wing-arms around him. Drawing him close enough to tease his dishy ears with her wily tongue. She whispered into a lobe, “What do you want it for?”

“A-Adelaide … ”

“Tell me. It turns me on, Field.”

He huffed out, “I want to fuck it!”

“Mmf. Yes.” Hearing her meek-mannered mouse say something like that? So crude and lewd? Oh, yeah. He really wanted her. “You better stop dawdling, then!”

The bat was overcome with a strong surge of arousal, her feminine wiles as proudly potent as ever. Her sex wet, wanting. She wiggled on the blanket as she tried to remove her pants.

Field helped her, tossing them (and her panties) over his shoulder.

Giving airy, effeminate squeaks, he then fumbled with his belt, unbuttoning, unzipping his jeans. Practically kicking them off. His boxer-briefs flew into the breeze, his modest-but-thick length already hard, at upright dribbling, pulsing attention.

Shirts remained on. They were on a time crunch, after all.

Adelaide bent her knees and spread her legs, lifting them off the blanket.

Field laid between them, facing her, on top of her missionary style.

Once in position, she locked her legs around his hips, and then wrapped her wing-arms around his back.

“I’m ready, mousey,” she breathed, kissing, sucking on his neck. Her fangs grazed him. “Mm. Hurry. Don’t hold back!”

Field, trembling with desire (she still had that effect on him, even after all these years!), fused himself to his mate, burying his cock inside her slick, hot depths. An immediate hilt. Balls deep, grinding against her, trying to rub his loin-fur over her clit.

It worked.

Adelaide arched her body beneath him, gaping. “Ahh … ah, ah!”

Seeing the bat’s pleasure only fueled his own, which in turn enflamed his desire.

She was his everything.

His sun and moon.

His sky.

He’d rather give himself to her than witness ten eclipses!

Field pinned the bat down and started to thrust. Strong and slapping, a heated rhythm. Hard enough he couldn’t help but grunt each time his warm, golden body crashed into her coral pink shores, loins pressing, her breasts jiggling beneath her shirt. He slipped a paw under the garment and groped at them.

“Yes … ”

“Uh, uh … uhnff!”

“Yes, yes … keep! Going!” Her wing-arms captured him, covered him completely. Her thumbs hooked into his ropy-tailed ass. She wasn’t letting go until he took her higher than the moon’s encroaching shadow.

His hips motored!

Her pussy squelched as he pummeled it with his tingling, glistening cock. A tingling that became so good, so wonderful, that he began to gasp and groan with each movement. It was too much, far too much! He couldn’t!

Field quickly buried in his mate’s sex, slumping atop her, eyes rolling back as he came, each involuntary spurt causing him to squeak.

Adelaide, meanwhile, let forth a series of echo-bursts, high-pitched calls that bounced off everything around and back to her scoop-like ears, her brain deciphering them as images.

She saw them.

Her and her mate.

Belonging to each other.

Celebrating each other.

Writhing beneath a heavily crescent sun, on the verge of being covered in darkness but aglow with delight.

She came, too.

“Oh, mouseyyyyyy!” Her head twisted about, maw hanging open. “Oh … ”

She bucked up at him, sex in spasms, the sensations racing to her extremities and back again. Like being hit by a tidal wave before being pulled back to sea. She clung to him like a life preserver.

Field hugged back. Dazed. Breathing heavily on her neck, kissing her shoulder. Whispering her name in a shaky, emotional voice. “Addie … ” He had to close his watery eyes to clear them.

Post-sex was the only time he ever used her nickname. The bat found it incredibly sweet. And flattering.

“I’m here,” Adelaide cooed warmly, still buzzing. It had been everything she’d wanted. He was everything she wanted. Enjoying the feel of him resting atop her, the heat of his panting body, the softness of his short fur, her wing-arms kept him there. “My golden boy,” she breathed.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“I know. I love you, too.”

They kissed. More than once. Slow, lazy, drifting kisses. Wetting each other’s whiskers in the process.

Panting, they took another minute to recover before Field pulled out of her with a shiver, rolling onto his back and squinting at the heavens.

The mouse slowly sat up, steadying himself and reaching for his phone. He picked it up off the blanket. “We … we lasted, heh, we did it! I think? Unless we were cuddling for a long time, we probably got to three minutes and change.”

“The moon has nothin’ on us,” Adelaide said with a lazy, spent smile.

“Heck, yeah.” Field giggled, looking around for his underwear. He reeled in his jeans, but where was—

It was getting considerably darker and harder to see.

Bah!

It would have to wait.

“We got, um … about six minutes ‘til the eclipse,” he said, cock shrinking just as rapidly as it had grown.

Adelaide remained half-naked, too, dripping steady streams of white to the blanket. She put on her solar glasses to see the sliver of sun that remained in the sky. She’d take them off when the eclipse started.

Field, kneeling behind his camera, took some more shots, preparing to take the solar filter off when the moon completely obscured the sun.

“Looks like the rain’s gonna hold off,” Adelaide mentioned. “Told you.”

“Yeah. I guess we really did get lucky.” Field paused, looking over his shoulder at her, melting at the sight of her. “Adelaide?”

“Mm?

“Thanks,” he breathed.

“My pleasure, Field.” A wink. “Literally.”

“Heh. And mine!” He blushed and giggled, attention back to his camera. The minutes ticked down. Seconds away, now. He was practically quaking with anticipation. “Here we go! It’s happening! Ohmygosh!”

Three.

Two.

One.

The moon moved in front of the sun, casting the land in an eerie, ethereal darkness, the horizon line forming a 360-degree sunset (well, except to the west with those encroaching clouds).

But the sight above them was even more captivating. The core of the sun was completely in lunar shadow, except for the dancing sunflower petals of the fiery corona. They haloed around the moon, creating a ghostly, glowing ring.

Field’s jaw dropped.

He stared for at least thirty seconds before he remembered the camera. Gah! He squeaked, hurriedly shifting the lens to get the moving celestial bodies in frame. His paws trembling, he took off the solar filter and adjusted the exposure time, snapping some shots. And again, again. Changed the settings, did it again.

He spent a minute doing this and then gave up. Surely, he’d gotten something usable. Right? But he couldn’t spend the whole event looking into a viewfinder. There was still a minute and a half left. He knew how he wanted to pass it.

He looked at Adelaide, the same awe on the bat’s pink face. A wild, fanged grin.

The mouse joined her in the middle of the blanket, laying back with her. They’d just shared themselves with each other and now watched as the universe shared itself with them. It was such quiet, powerful poetry!

The silence was so palpable.

Even the breeze had stopped!

Ears cocked and swiveling, they listened to the noises (or lack thereof) brought about by the sudden night. The air temperature must’ve dropped at least twenty degrees, too.

Field wished he’d been able to get those pants back on! The early spring air had become quite chilly. He almost needed a tail-sock.

His paw fumbled for Adelaide’s wingtip. She didn’t have proper paws, so he gripped her long, bendy thumb.

They basked, barely blinking lest they miss a second.

And just like that …

It was over.

The moon finished its crossing, and the sun peeked back into view. A bright, vivid flash.

Adelaide immediately shielded her eyes with her other wingtip.

“Wow!” Field squeaked.

“You can say that again,” she agreed.

“That was amazing! And you’re amazing, and what we did was amazing, and … oh, gosh!” He pressed his paws to his cheeks. “I can’t wait to go through my pictures. I hope I got a good one. I can print and frame it, put it on our wall. Maybe enter it in the Fair!”

Adelaide giggled and rolled to her side, nuzzling her snout against his neck. “Excitable mice are the cutest mice.”

“We are?”

“Mmhmm.”

He rolled onto his side, too, facing her with a golden smile. The air was already getting warmer. The light returning as rapidly as it had vanished.

“You know, um … we won’t get any more solar eclipses during our lifetime, but we’ll still have lots of lunar ones. Maybe we can watch those together?”

“I’m in,” she promised, noses touching.

They cuddled a while longer before getting dressed and heading back to the house, wing in arm, chittering and chattering, still high on afterglow.

Was it more the eclipse or the sex?

Likely a cocktail of both.

“Total lunar eclipses happen during full moons, right?” Adelaide asked as they reached their back porch.

“I think so? Why?” He opened the door for her.

“They say bats get more powerful during full moons,” she said, pausing in the doorway.

“Who’s they? And pretty sure that’s vampires. You’re not a vampire.”

“I’m part ghost bat! They’re sort of … vampire-y.”

“Since when?” Field made a face.

“Don’t worry, Field. I won’t suck your blood.” She skipped a beat before promising, wingtip touching his chest, “I have better ways of draining you.”

It took Field a few seconds to get it. He gasped and giggled. “Ha! Adelaide!”

“I’ll start the shower,” she told him, eyes crinkling with amusement. She walked into the house, calling back, “You joining me?”

Field closed the door, put his camera aside, and followed her without delay. The photographs could wait. Eclipses were a spectacle, but they had nothing on a good bat!