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'Twas a few nights before Christmas and somewhere in the house, two creatures were stirring, and one was a mouse!

The squeaky commotion was coming from the bedroom. With the door ajar, illumination poured in from the short, wooden-floored hallway. The white ceiling was thick with shadows and the floor scattered with clothing. The bed, of course, was occupied. Outside, it was snowing. In here? The heat could've melted ice.

"Hah, ah. Ah!" Field whined, head sinking further into a pillow. The golden-furred harvest mouse stole a glance at his loins, the impetus for his vocalizations. A pink-furred, scoop-eared head was obscuring the view, bobbing up and down, only stopping for an occasional flourish or twist. "Aa-ah, Adelaide!"

His longtime mate had her wily bat tongue coiled around his stiff essence. It squeezed him like a snake. Her lips simultaneously slid along that smooth, pulsing flesh until her nose met the buffer of his thick, golden loin-fur. She sniffed, suckled, then raised back up. Angling her neck around, she steered him wherever she wished. Eventually, she loosened her tongue's stranglehold and wiggled it freely against his incredibly sensitive tip.

"Ohhhh," the harvest mouse groaned effeminately, louder and longer than before. His trim, butterscotch chest lifted with air and fell just as quick. It practically heaved. He was close! So close!

The pink-furred bat had done this enough times to recognize his telltale signs. So, she paused in her ministrations, giving him a moment to catch his breath. Or maybe she was simply letting him hang perilously in the balance before pushing him over the edge and hungrily-

BUZZ!

A vibration, coming from the bedside stand.

BUZZ!

Adelaide, brow raising, lifted her maw and popped off Field's rigid, glistening member. It twitched helplessly, drooling from the tip. Strings of saliva stretched between them before falling away. "Is ... is that mine?" The bat huffed for air, licking her lips. Her scoop-ears arched. "Who is it?"

Field blinked and shook his frazzled head, whiskers twitching, fur rustling against his pillowcase. "Huh? W-wha?"

"My phone," the bat emphasized, pointing with a cotton candy wing-arm. In the dimness, the screen lit up with an alert.

"W-what about it," he managed, barely able to think. He ran his fingers through his head-fur, whiskers quivering. How close had he been from orgasm? Ten, twenty seconds? Less? A text? Text? What about sex?! "It can wait one minute. Keep ... keep going," he begged, making grabby paws at her.

"What if it's an emergency? Could be important." The singsong tone in her voice indicated she didn't think it was. Smirking, she grazed her fangs through the tufted, golden fur covering his impressively large rodent balls. They were swollen, drawn tight from arousal. This made them a bit tender.

"I think both of those things apply," he panted, gently tracing her ears, "to my situation." Emergency? Important? Yup.

"I'll be the judge of that." She nuzzled his sac. "Just be a good boy-" She paused to kiss it. Then she began to mouth it. "And fetch it for me," she finished huskily, before suckling on a testicle, trying to draw it into her maw.

The harvest mouse whimper-squeaked. Obediently, he reached for her phone. His paw was shaking, however, and it took a few clumsy misses before he retrieved it.

"And you insist you're bad at multi-tasking," she teased, releasing his sensitive bits and rising up to her shins and knees. She twisted her upper body side to side, stretching her muscles after being hunched over. She extended her wing-arms to their full span. "Mm!"

Field, meanwhile, squinted at the screen before tossing her the device. It bounced harmlessly on the rumpled blanket by her knee. "It's just Ketchy," he announced. He'd figured it would be. The squirrel was Adelaide's good friend and co-worker from the town library. "She says 'what's up'." His fleshy, prehensile tail flailed across the sheets. "_Real_important."

"Don't be cranky, Field."

Flushed with heat, the mouse insisted, "I'm not cranky! I'm just-"

"Impatient?" the bat provided as she checked the phone.

"If_you_knew what blue balls felt like, you'd be-"

"They're not blue, mousey. I just-"

"On edge, too."

"Inspected them up close," she said smartly.

"Well, they're about to be," he muttered as they talked over each other.She's not even listening. She's doing this on purpose.

Proving her point, she let it slip that, "Orgasm denial turns some furs on." Her plum-purple eyes glistened playfully.

"Some furs?" he echoed, scoffing with amusement. He bit back a smile. I see how it is."You mean you?"

She glanced from her phone to him. "I gotta admit: it's exciting hearing you beg, seeing you squirm."

"I don't need prompting to do that. It's part of my repertoire." After all, he was the submissive one here.

"True," she admitted. "But I like to keep you on your toes."

"Or flat on my back?" he provided, smiling outright now.

Adelaide giggled. "So," she wondered, taking a deep breath. Her watermelon-pink breasts jiggled about a bit. "How should I answer Ketchy?"

Field ogled those tits, helplessly. "Um." Well, come on. They're right there!_He blinked his blue eyes and cleared his throat. "Just tell her you're busy." _It's the truth! Or it was. And I hope it will be again real soon ...

"She asked 'what's up,' not 'how are you.' Which means she wants details. And the only things 'up' that I'm aware of are the ceiling and your-" The bat reached down and flicked at the mouse's engorged member. It bobbled from the touch.

"Eek!"

"So cute." The bat's elongated thumbs then tap-a-tapped at her smartphone. "Heh."

Field propped himself up with his elbows. His nose sniffed. "Wait. What ... what'd you tell her?" he asked nervously. "You didn't-"

"Mind your own business."

He blinked. "You told that to her? Or you're telling that to me?"

It must've been the former, because the bat's phone vibrated again.BUZZ!"Ketchy says, 'I gotcha.' Wink emoji."

"She winked?" The mouse blushed and flopped back down onto the bed. "Great! Now she knows, and she's gonna tell Kody, and he's gonna be texting _me_for details."

Adelaide tilted her head. "What makes you say that?"

"He's a rabbit." He was also Kody's extroverted mate.

"So?"

"Which means he has an incredibly healthy libido _and_wildly overestimates how sociable I am." Luckily, he'd left his phone in the kitchen, so he wasn't likely to hear it, and he certainly wasn't in a position to go answer it.

The bat chuckled. "So, he's asked for details before, I take it?"

"Well ... "

"And what have you told him?"

"Nothing!" He paused, biting his lower lip demurely. Well, almost nothing."Why? What have you told her?"

She looked around coyly. "I don't remember."

Field giggled. "Liar." He rubbed his paws on his cheeks, a very mousey habit, before saying, "Honestly, I don't know why our love life is anybody's business."

"I don't know why it needs to be a secret," Adelaide countered, thumbs tappa-tapping on her phone again. She sent Ketchy yet another message. She then put the device aside.

"It doesn't, but-"

"We've been mated for _eleven_years. That's a long time. We love each other. We have sex." She shrugged. "That's implied. Everyone knows. Why play dumb or pretend otherwise?"

"It's just not proper decorum to broadcast it."

"Says who?"

"Says the conservative Midwest. Of which we're residents."

Adelaide rolled her eyes. "Is this about me seducing you in public?"

"Did I say that?" he replied.

"You put on a good show of resisting, Field, but don't pretend you don't like it."

"Flirting in public is one thing. Making love-"

"Fucking," she corrected, lewdly.

"In the library or in a movie theater or in-"

"So, you were faking those orgasms?" she asked, rubbing at his belly.

He cleared his throat, squeakily. "Pretty sure I, uh, left the evidence of having them," he reminded bashfully, "inside you ... " Each and every time.

"So, what's the problem?" the bat cooed.

"I didn't say there was one."

"You're upset that our friends know we're screwing each other," she reminded.

"I'm not upset," the mouse swore. "I'm just ... " He trailed off.

"Mm?" Adelaide prodded.

"Making love with you is special. It's like performance art, some kind of romantic, spiritual communion. It's-" His whiskers twitched. He sighed. "It's a lot of things to me, you know? But it's not something to snicker or gossip about."

"You're such a romantic," she whispered. "It's one of your charms. Sweet and innocent, treating everything so seriously." She continued to rub his body, moving from his belly to his chest. "But not everything has to be."

"I know how to relax," he insisted. "You've rubbed off on me in more ways than one."

"Maybe. But you usually require coaxing to get there."

"That's my nature, though. I'm eternally shy."And she knows that by now."Just like you're eternally-"

"Choose your words carefully, mousey," she ribbed.

He cleared his throat. "Playful?"

"Hmm. I suppose that'll do."

"Didn't know you wanted a list."

"I said 'words.' Plural. Someone's ears are distracted." Moving to all fours above him, she blew into one and said, "All those things it means to you? I feel them, too. Sex _is_special. But it's also fun. It's an escape. It's pleasure for pleasure's sake. It's enjoying being alive. Enjoying each other. It's _so_many things. And that being the case, there are _so_many ways to do it."

"I have trouble separating the act from my emotions," he whispered, shivering from her closeness to his lobes. He'd never been with anyone but her. Long ago, before they'd met, she'd had many partners. He suspected their sexual histories colored their views on the matter.

"So you claim. But, sometimes, you're just plain horny, Field. And I'm even hornier. And we gotta do something about it. Sometimes," she drawled, "it doesn't need to be anything more than that." She hooked her thumb around his penis, slowly stroking it. It had gone a little limp during their conversation. She nursed it back to full-mast. "Right?"

"Mm. Well, uh ... mm ... "

"Spice is necessary in a relationship as old as ours. Gotta keep things fresh and interesting. You shouldn't be afraid to use what's in the cabinet."

"I ... I g-guess," he stammered, panting as her thumb wagged over his glans. Now, he was getting hungry. "So, what part of the meal is, uh ... all this? Dessert?" She was spreading his pre around and using it to lubricate her strokes.

"Dessert comes _after_the full-course meal."

"Well, I grew up on a farm. I'm not an expert on dinner etiquette."

"That's cause you call it supper."

"Cause that's what it is," he insisted stubbornly.

"Don't fret your ignorance, mousey. I'll teach you."

"Maybe make it a paws-on lesson? Cause I'm really-"

"Cranky?"

"Yes," he huffed. Then, remembering he'd denied being cranky the first time, he said, "No! I mean ... mm, it's your fault." He wriggled restlessly.

"Aw. Well, I _did_leave you stuck with a great deal of tension, didn't I?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry, darling." Adelaide lowered herself upon him, noses bumping, muzzles touching.

Field wrapped her up in his arms, tilting his pointed, mousey maw and opening it. He captured her lips in his and began to suckle.

"Mm," she went, pushing down on him and returning the kiss with equal hunger.

This continued for a minute, maybe more. Kissing, twisting, paws and wings rubbing each other's bodies up and down.

Eventually, Field twisted aside to catch his breath. "I, uh, accept your ... " He moaned as she groped his genitals. "A-apology."

The bat grinned toothily.

"So, uh, spices," he continued, twitching with renewed arousal. "Like what? Cinnamon, ginger?" He mouthed at her cheek. Oh, how I want her! I want to taste her, take her. I want everything about her."Nutmeg?"

"Those are yours. You're sweet, remember?"

"Right." He nibbled on her shoulder with his buckteeth. "Guess that means you're savory."

"Mm. Can't have one without the other."

They began kissing again, and Field rolled to his side, moving Adelaide beneath him. Immediately, he began grinding at her. "Adelaide ... "

"Yes?"

"I love you."

She looked into his eyes. "I love you, too."

The harvest mouse blushed. "And, uh, as a consequence of that, I'm, uh-"

"Horny?" she said, legs already spreading, already locking around his body.

"To the point of bursting." This orgasm denial better not become a daily occurrence!

"Oh, my," she said, feigning surprise. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" Her pink wing-arms covered his back.

"Actually, that would ... that would be my preference," he breathed, working his hips between her thighs. He rubbed his penis parallel her pussy, right along the lips. "Mm. You feel so good, even from the outside. But I wanna-"

"Blow your load?"

"Um." He blushed severely, ears pulsing. "Yes. That."

"Well, we'll have to contain the explosion, somehow." She flashed her fangs and showed a bit of tongue, stealing another kiss and-

BUZZ!

Field grumbled. "Oh, my god." Really?

Adelaide, lips smacking, giggled and stretched her wing-arm for her phone. It was down near the foot of the bed, still. She used a foot-paw to kick it closer, then wrapped her long thumb around it.

"What's the message this time?"

"Ketchy says: 'Do you still have the mouse in your trap'?" The bat laughed.

Field's eyes widened. He'd never heard that euphemism before. "Doesn't she have anything better to do?"

Adelaide didn't answer that. She just giggled and sent a return message. "I told her 'no, we're roasting chestnuts by an open fire'."

"Really?" the mouse went, trying not to smile. He failed.

"Well, it _is_Christmas."

"True! But, uh, in the spirit of the season, maybe we should get back to giving each other our gifts?" His cock was resting on his mate's pussy, and she was hot and wet and everything he ever wanted, and how much longer did he have to wait to-

BUZZ!

"Oh, my," Adelaide exclaimed.

"What?" Field twisted his head, trying to look at her phone.

"She says we've inspired her and Kody. They're fucking, too! Hah!"

"Well, I'm glad _some_of us are."

Adelaide chittered with mirth. "Mm ... poor mousey. Believe me, I want it, too. But I wouldn't be a good dom if showed all my cards."

"Well, if you show yours, I'll show mine," he promised.

"You drive a hard bargain. Literally," she teased with a snicker.

"And I'd like to be driving it into you," he said.

"Hold on." She stretched her wing-arm above them both and tapped her screen. There was a brief burst of light. Then pulled it back to her face. "Alright. I'm good."

"What ... what did you just do? Was that your camera's flash?"

"Oh, just took a little-"

"Picture?!" Field exclaimed.

"You can't seeanything_specific_," she promised. "No boobs, balls, or butts."

"What a relief," the mouse muttered dryly, worrying about how their friends would react. He didn't want things to get awkward.

BUZZ!

"They like it! And," Adelaide said, showing her phone at Field, "they've returning the favor. Tit for tat."

"You mean tits and ass?" the mouse said, eyes going comically wide. "They ... they showed a lot in that!" He would've guessed Kody would do such a thing but not Ketchy. He must've seduced her into it. Like Adelaide seduces me into things.

"I think it's a dare," Adelaide said. "Clearly, we gotta one-up them."

"I'm ... look, not getting into a sexting war, or ... or whatever you call it, with our friends."

"Why not?"

"Cause they're friends?"

"_Long-time_friends. They know our secrets, we know theirs. We all trust each other." She showed him their picture again. "And, obviously, they're okay with it."

Field stammered. "I ... I can see that. But, uh ... " He took a deep breath. "Like, next time we see them, how will I look them in the eyes?"

"You implying you'll be too embarrassed to," Adelaide teased slowly, "or that you'll be tempted to look elsewhere on their bodies?"

His ears burned, eyes darting. "I, uh ... I don't know," he said, a little too quickly. "I don't even understand how this started!" How does a simple 'what's up' text turn into exchanging one-upping sex selfies?

"If you wanna stop, we'll stop, but-"

BUZZ!

Adelaide whistled and showed Field a new pic.

"Whoa," the mouse went, eyes widening. "How'd they even get a shot from that angle?" He swallowed. He had to admit, _that_was hot. "Oh, man ... "

"We can't let this go unanswered, Field," Adelaide said, seeing this was starting to turn him on. "Our sexual honor is on the line."

"Well. When you put it like that." His cheeks were burning beneath his fur. "So, this is a competition, now? Officially?"

"Mm-hmm. Now, you're the artist, here. You take the pictures. I'll send 'em." She handed the mouse her phone.

His breaths were audible. He hesitated but took it. "Only if I get to-"

"Fuck me," she ordered.

"Okay," he blurted eagerly.

The harvest mouse angled his hips and wriggled, pressing down and forward. His aching, raging erection, a modest five inches in length but definitely thicker-than-average, parted her petals. The tip found her opening. She was wet. She wanted him, wanted this. He pushed in. One thrust. A single, silky-smooth motion. Finally, after what felt like forever, he was buried inside her. Completely. They formed a closed circuit. "Oh," he panted, eyes half-open. "Oh."

Adelaide, own purple eyes dilating, murred, "Feel good?"

"Oh, y-yeah," he stammered, savoring the feeling before pulling back briefly and humping forward. He squeaked as their bodies bumped.

"Mm," Adelaide moaned, bucking up against him, her clitoris grazed by his loin-fur. "Field ... "

Wasting no time, he found his desired rhythm, humping the bat steadily. The sound of his cock dipping into her wet, steamy tunnel made for squishy, squelching sound effects. His ears heard everything. His desire doubled. The bed began to creak as their bodies bounced upon the mattress. The head-board loosely rattled.

"Field," Adelaide said again, half-moaning it, her toes curling and heels digging into the back of his legs. The mouse filled her, stretching her walls. The fit was perfectly snug, providing equally intense amounts of friction for them both. She also loved how his huge balls would gently slap at her each time he surged forward. She wanted all they had to give. "M-mousey ... "

"Mm, mmh?"

"The p-pics ... gotta ... send 'em something back ... "

"Oh ... oh, r-right ... " He'd already forgotten. In fact, he'd dropped the phone onto the sheets. He fished for it, contemplating how he was going to do this. Luckily, harvest mouses had uniquely prehensile tails. His pink, ropy appendage wrapped around the phone securely, tip resting above the shutter button.

The golden mouse and pink bat, warm and colorful in appearance, temperature, and countless other things, bumped and writhed and moaned and cried as Field's tail held the phone above them.

Flash! SNAP!

His tail lowered directly behind their undulating rumps.

Flash! SNAP!

Then it veered to the side, trying to sneak a few in between their meshing, sliding pelts.

Flash! SNAP!

"A-alright, I ... guh, uh!" Field went. "I got enough ... " His tail met Adelaide's wing-tip, and they performed a clumsy exchange.

Adelaide somehow managed to send Ketchy and Kody the pictures, even as Field, with years of experience pleasing her, drilled her expertly. Playing the bow to her strings, he knew how to hit the right spots, the perfect notes in her body. The bat's eyes screwed shut, neck lolling about. "Ah, ahh ... ah ... t-that's it ... "

Field felt a tingling begin in his loins, seeping into the base of his shaft. A familiar, welcome sensation, but it was more intense than usual. There was something so urgent about it. He was so pent-up! Denied for too long! He was going to-

BUZZ!

Tongue peeking out of her fanged maw, Adelaide checked the message. "They ... they came," she said simply, showing Field.

The mouse gasped as he saw a crude image of cream-pied squirrel pussy, with blurry, spent rabbit cock dipping into the top half of the frame.

"Mmh, mmm," the bat moaned, tossing the phone further down the bed. She arched, trying to counter each of her mate's motions. He pushed down. She met him in the middle. They pressed, fused together, grinding, whining. "D-don't stop ... oh, oh ... "

Field couldn't take it anymore! He hilted in the bubblegum bat, shaking, huffing, pressing his nose to her neck. "Ah. Ahh!" He sucked air and moaned again. "Ohhhh!" His cock jerked and jumped with incredible force, his seed firing point-blank at her womb, pelting, painting her walls. So much so that the excess was already seeping out of her vagina and to his own sac, as well as to the sheets.

"Uhn! Hnnhh!" The bat's first orgasm had actually started shortly before his, but feeling his twitching penis straining inside her as it unleashed its reward? She had another. Her walls clamped down, fluttering, the spasms creating sensations that sizzled and raced through her body, along every nerve, to every extremity and back again. Everything was ecstasy as she let loose high-pitched, echo-bursting chitters which bounced all about the bedroom.

He hugged her tightly, eyes closed, laying atop her, his chest squishing her heaving breasts down. He weakly reached between them to grope one. Lowering his head, he tried to suckle on a nipple before giving up. He was too breathless. He just went still, his cock still giving residual twitches. "Oh. Mm ... Adelaide," he whispered.

"Was that ... worth the wait?" she breathed.

The mouse nodded wordlessly. It had definitely been more powerful than usual. Not that I want to make a habit out of delayed gratification ...

Flash! SNAP!

Field blinked.

"They gave us an 'after' pic. Gotta return the favor," she said before sending it.

"Fair enough," he mumbled shyly.

While waiting for a response, the thirty-something mates nuzzled intimately.

"I guess that means we won? I mean, we started before them and finished after," Field reasoned.

"Championship lovers," Adelaide said. "I like the sound of that." She giggled. "I'll tell Ketchy bill's on them next time we all go out."

BUZZ!

The bat looked at her phone one last time. "They say, 'Hot! Thanks. Had fun. Should do again sometime'."

"Mm." The mouse wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was this really going to happen again? He didn't want to think about the implications of that. He was too high on post-coital bliss. After a moment, he glanced behind them and out the bedroom window. Flakes still drifted past. "I forgot it was snowing out. That it was dark and cold." He turned back to his winged mate. "When I'm with you ... like, when I'm _really_with you," he said, passionately, "there's only warmth. You feel wonderful. You _are_wonderful."

"My sweet mouse," Adelaide whispered, hugging him tightly. "All I want for Christmas is you."

"You have me. Forever." Field nuzzled her cheek with his sniffy, whisker-twitchy nose. His voice almost broke as he said this.

"It's alright," she soothed, knowing how emotional he got.

After more cuddling and nuzzling, he eventually pulled out of her with a shy squeak. He was limp, now. And a bit sticky. "We, uh, gotta change the sheets." He was always the obsessively tidy one.

"And take a shower," the bat admitted.

"When we're done, we can dry ourselves by the fireplace," he suggested, getting off her and sitting up. "I can fix us some hot cider, too." He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, a bit dizzy. So much blood returning from so many places. "And no phones, this time?"

"No phones," the bat promised. She rose up and got off the bed first, extending a wing-arm to him. "Come on. Let's not dawdle. We should probably get to sleep early, tonight."

"Why's that?" Field asked innocently as he nakedly followed her out into the hallway, tail wavering.

Grinning as she turned into the bathroom, the curvy, pink bat suggested with a wink, "Well, if we get snowed in, we're going to need energy to pass the time, aren't we?"

"Oh?" Field giggled, followed her, and said, "Then I'm praying for a blizzard."