The (Yiffy) Night Before Christmas
This one came to me on a car ride home with too little sleep. Something a little more...appropriate for the holiday season. I've appended the original poem/story on the right hand side for comparison (and to help bring my character count up so I can post this). Enjoy.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, 'cept me and my mouse,
She lit up the candles to strike a good mood
As she touched my body "I love you," she cooed.
She moved the sheets down and they fell off the bed,
The next thing I knew she was giving me head.
She then moved her body so gentle and sweet,
And swung her leg over so I'd get to eat.
Her scent in my nose and her taste on my tongue,
Told me that she wanted much more to be done.
My tongue probed the present she'd given to me
As I turned her wetness into a great sea.
I ran my hands through the soft fur on her thighs
And knew she was happy because of her sighs.
I could tell by her gasps her ending was close,
So I stroked with my tongue and pressed with my nose.
Then her body gave up a short little quiver
My muzzle was drenched by her little river.
Her head lifted up and she called out my name
And I knew for certain she'd finally came.
"Oh don't stop, don't stop," she panted and pleaded,
"Your actions so far are just what was needed
And there is still more that I want you to do
Before you can think I'm finished with you."
She slid herself down to where our sexes hit
And coated my shaft with the cum from her slit.
She rubbed and she teased, I was feeling sublime,
Then she decided it was finally time.
I felt as my member slid into her hole
Her body accepting my hard and stiff pole.
The tight muscles twitched and pulled me in deeper
Our climax of love rising that much steeper.
Finally seated, with my foxhood at ready,
She started moving a rhythm most steady.
She lifted herself to the end of my tip
With a quick thrust back in I felt myself slip.
With every thrust I tried to scratch her itch
Until her excitement reached a fevered pitch.
Her body arched and I felt her inside spasm
Then clamp down on me in an intense orgasm.
She screamed out my name in a moment of joy
And I knew I was better than any cheap toy.
She gasped for breath, I wondered if we were done
Then she said to me, "Now it's time for your fun."
She moved herself up to her hands and her knees
And I moved to enter her just as she pleased.
She thrust her hips back to make sure I was in
And wrapped her tail 'round me to make me begin.
A few thrusts were all I was able to do
She said, "I want you to feel me up with you."
My body stiffened and I felt my release
Shooting deep into her to fill every crease.
We collapsed on the bed both covered in sex
Neither of us doubting what was to come next.
This story, dear lovers, is a present, a sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"