{"sf1_id":70710,"sf2_id":"rm8NgvW1","title":"The (Yiffy) Night Before Christmas","author":"foxxinabox","words":1115,"posted_at":"2008-12-22T00:48:00.000Z","tags":["Fox","M/F","Mouse","Relationships","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/70710-the-yiffy-night-before-christmas","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rm8NgvW1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fe/b5/feb58af2-8c8d-42ac-ac02-874e0bcb7f5c","description":"","content":"_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._  \n\n* * *\n  \n'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house  \nNot a creature was stirring, 'cept me and my mouse,  \nShe lit up the candles to strike a good mood  \nAs she touched my body \"I love you,\" she cooed.  \nShe moved the sheets down and they fell off the bed,  \nThe next thing I knew she was giving me head.  \nShe then moved her body so gentle and sweet,  \nAnd swung her leg over so I'd get to eat.  \nHer scent in my nose and her taste on my tongue,  \nTold me that she wanted much more to be done.  \nMy tongue probed the present she'd given to me  \nAs I turned her wetness into a great sea.  \nI ran my hands through the soft fur on her thighs  \nAnd knew she was happy because of her sighs.  \nI could tell by her gasps her ending was close,  \nSo I stroked with my tongue and pressed with my nose.  \nThen her body gave up a short little quiver  \nMy muzzle was drenched by her little river.  \nHer head lifted up and she called out my name  \nAnd I knew for certain she'd finally came.  \n\"Oh don't stop, don't stop,\" she panted and pleaded,  \n\"Your actions so far are just what was needed  \nAnd there is still more that I want you to do  \nBefore you can think I'm finished with you.\"  \nShe slid herself down to where our sexes hit  \nAnd coated my shaft with the cum from her slit.  \nShe rubbed and she teased, I was feeling sublime,  \nThen she decided it was finally time.  \nI felt as my member slid into her hole  \nHer body accepting my hard and stiff pole.  \nThe tight muscles twitched and pulled me in deeper  \nOur climax of love rising that much steeper.  \nFinally seated, with my foxhood at ready,  \nShe started moving a rhythm most steady.  \nShe lifted herself to the end of my tip  \nWith a quick thrust back in I felt myself slip.  \nWith every thrust I tried to scratch her itch  \nUntil her excitement reached a fevered pitch.  \nHer body arched and I felt her inside spasm  \nThen clamp down on me in an intense orgasm.  \nShe screamed out my name in a moment of joy  \nAnd I knew I was better than any cheap toy.  \nShe gasped for breath, I wondered if we were done  \nThen she said to me, \"Now it's time for your fun.\"  \nShe moved herself up to her hands and her knees  \nAnd I moved to enter her just as she pleased.  \nShe thrust her hips back to make sure I was in  \nAnd wrapped her tail 'round me to make me begin.  \nA few thrusts were all I was able to do  \nShe said, \"I want you to feel me up with you.\"  \nMy body stiffened and I felt my release  \nShooting deep into her to fill every crease.  \nWe collapsed on the bed both covered in sex  \nNeither of us doubting what was to come next.  \nThis story, dear lovers, is a present, a sight,  \n\"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.\"  \n  \n'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house  \nNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.  \nThe stockings were hung by the chimney with care,  \nIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.  \nThe children were nestled all snug in their beds,  \nWhile visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.  \nAnd mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,  \nHad just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.  \nWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,  \nI sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.  \nAway to the window I flew like a flash,  \nTore open the shutters and threw up the sash.  \nThe moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow  \nGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.  \nWhen, what to my wondering eyes should appear,  \nBut a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.  \nWith a little old driver, so lively and quick,  \nI knew in a moment it must be St Nick.  \nMore rapid than eagles his coursers they came,  \nAnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!  \n\"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!  \nOn, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!  \nTo the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!  \nNow dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!\"  \nAs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,  \nWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.  \nSo up to the house-top the coursers they flew,  \nWith the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.  \nAnd then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof  \nThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.  \nAs I drew in my head, and was turning around,  \nDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.  \nHe was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,  \nAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.  \nA bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,  \nAnd he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.  \nHis eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!  \nHis cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!  \nHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,  \nAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.  \nThe stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,  \nAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.  \nHe had a broad face and a little round belly,  \nThat shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!  \nHe was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,  \nAnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!  \nA wink of his eye and a twist of his head,  \nSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.  \nHe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,  \nAnd filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.  \nAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,  \nAnd giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!  \nHe sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,  \nAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistle.  \nBut I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,  \n\"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}