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Not a Creature Was Stirring (Mystearica-AswanFox)

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Flint yawned widely, rolling over a few times before his eyelids were victorious in their daily battle against sleep and gravity.
Christmas morning. When he was younger, the Fennec could not recall a more exciting time of year; usually, he was out of bed long before his parents, impatiently waiting to start opening presents and the like. This, of course, had not been the case in some time; Christmas, it seemed, just wasn't quite as exciting as it had been when he was younger, and besides that, being a college student had taught Flint a healthy appreciation for sleeping in when he could get away with it.
Eventually, though, the young vulpine rolled out of bed and got dressed, intent on a cup of black tea and then a look at the presents his parents and other relatives had sent him in the mail.
And then maybe I'll just go back to bed, unless my roommate wants to do something. Flint thought to himself, trudging out into the hall.
Flint had never interacted much with his mousette housemate, though she always seemed to act a little strangely around him when they did. He knew vaguely that they had many of the same interests, and he had always meant to get to know her better.
She is pretty cute. He mused, smiling a little sheepishly at the thought.
He had meant to invite her to watch a few Christmas movies with him the previous night, but in an uncharacteristic move, she had evidently gone to a party at the behest of some friends. He hadn't heard her come back; he guessed she had gotten in after he was already asleep.
Hell, maybe she found someone else to go home with! He thought, chuckling quietly at the thought. Even though he didn't know her very well, the thought of the shy rodent hooking up was as amusing as it was, to his mind, unlikely. For some reason, it also tugged a string of jealousy at the back of his mind...

Flint, eyes still half closed, walked through the living room into the kitchen, past a large Christmas tree he had set up a few days previously. In the kitchen, the Fennec microwaved a mug of water, boiling it and straining a teabag through it in his morning ritual. Taking a long sip, he let the caffeine begin to wake him up, and turned around to walk back into the living room.
He froze.
The tree stood in a corner of the living room, its lights and ornaments glinting, with a scattering of colorfully wrapped packages at its base. Outside the window, snowflakes drifted down from the overcast sky, and a snowplow drove past through the parking lot.
It was an utterly ordinary Christmas morning scene, save for one thing.
At first, Flint didn't quite recognize the mousette under the tree, bound hand and foot with thick, shiny, well tied red and green ribbons. She was arranged torso down, rear up, facing roughly toward him.
Save for her festive wrappings, she was naked, which may have been why it took a moment for Flint to notice who she was; his housemate seldom wore anything but baggy pants and thick sweaters, which evidently hid a very nice figure.
Setting aside his tea with a slightly trembling hand, Flint stepped forward.
The mousette was well bound, and evidently was just waking up herself, judging by her own half-closed eyelids, though they were rapidly opening. In addition to her ribbons, she wore a festive bit-gag, fashioned from a thick candy-cane and held in place with more ribbons. Circling around slowly, Flint noticed that the curved end of a similar candy-cane protruded from her slit, a thin stream of dissolved peppermint dribbling from it.
Having a thought, the young vulpine went back to her front, and noticed the green-and-red striped ribbon collar which adorned his housemate's neck, and the gift tag hanging from it.
From: The Girls. Have fun! Send us some pictures!!
The young student stared, unsure exactly what he should do.
Man, I kinda hope one of my other gifts is a decent camera! Flint thought privately to himself, wondering just what had happened at his friend's Christmas Eve party...
 
Eleanor Spring, or Nora as she liked to be called, maybe possibly sorta had had a few too many glasses of peppermint schnapps.

Okay, so maybe ONE was pushing it for the mousy young lady (no pun intended) that very rarely went out for drinks, but... well, last night had been somewhat special. After all, Christmas was upon them! She had been invited out by those girls who hadn't been able to make it back home for the holidays for whatever reason, and... well, it wasn't like Nora had had anything better to do (her own plane ticket being rather prohibitively expensive).

And so she'd dressed herself up in her best big green sweater and long black skirt and had went out to paint the town red.

It had been about after the third glass that she'd admitted to a big crush on her roommate (part of the reason why she still lived with him despite a relative dearth of interactions with him otherwise), though that had hardly been a surprise to Nora's friends. What had been a surprise, however, had been... well, she got a little TOO honest when she was drunk. Honest enough to reveal some of her... well, her bigger fantasies.

And perhaps that was why she was currently bound on the floor of her own living room, tail slowly swishing from side to side as she slowly began to wake up.

"... mrrr..." Nora moaned, trying to get up so she could get herself her customary hangover cure (okay, maybe she DID drink sometimes, but it was always from a bottle she kept hidden in her room and which she monitored very closely while binging Netflix)... but, well. She couldn't.

She could feel herself bound at the elbows, the knees, her shoulders, and when she tried to talk she could feel the gag that had been shoved between her lips.

"Mmm... MMM!" There was momentary panic which very quickly subsided when she realized just WHERE she was. And rather than some creepy guy's basement she was in her own house... and instead of some guy with a lecherous smile and a bottle of baby oil there was.... there was...

Nora's eyes widened when she made out Flint's blurry appearance, her glasses having tipped out onto the floor. But she'd recognize HIM anywhere. It was enough to cause her cheeks to flame red and the candy cane to finally snap as there was suddenly moisture enough to dissolve it the rest of the way.
 
Flint stared for a few moments longer down at the festively bound mousette, watching as she began to stir and squirm listlessly, slowly waking up. She moaned once through her gag, and then again, in more of a panicked tone as she apparently became aware of her situation. Her expression was initially fearful, though after a moment she seemed to recognize her surroundings. When her gaze came up to see the young vulpine standing over her, however, she grew wide-eyed.
Flint, for his part, stared right back, mostly looking stunned, heat rising in his face and even staining the insides of his broad ears red. He knew it probably wasn't good to be staring, but at the same time, what else could any heterosexual male be expected to do?
His eyes swept over the improvised restraints which kept the little rodent in her vulnerable position; obviously someone, presumably Nora's friends, had gone to a great deal of trouble to leave her presented in such a fashion. Truth be told, as much as he was concerned for his roommate, Flint could not claim he had never imagined this sort of thing before, albeit never expecting it to actually happen.
The truth was, the young fennec liked Nora; they seemed to have a lot in common, and the fact was that Flint found her unbearably cute. In truth, the planned movie marathon of the night before would have been an excuse for him to try and get closer to her; he hadn't been sure how things would have turned out...
But I doubt it would have ended with something this dramatic!
It was at this point that something in Flint's stunned mind realized that standing and staring any longer probably wouldn't help matters.
"Um... oh!"
His ears practically radiating heat, Flint knelt in front of the little mousette, hesitating slightly before reaching down, hands trembling slightly as he picked up Nora's spilled glasses, setting them back on her face. Having heard the crack of the candy-cane, he also carefully removed the two broken ends from her mouth, making it easier for her to speak, he hoped.
"Ah... merry Christmas?" He said, still a bit flustered. "Are... are you alright?"
 
Indeed -- Nora could both see and feel him staring despite the blurriness, and... well, it was certainly doing something to her. The binding embarrassed and excited her in equal measure, her tail swishing from side to side as she felt a heat build up in her stomach, thin lines of moisture running down her inner thighs as she looked up at Flint.

Suddenly everything came back into crystal clear focus as he set the glasses back onto her cute nose, her eyes blinking owlishly from beyond the lenses as she tried to readjust. She could seeh im very clearly now, staring at her, as embarrassed about all of this as she was... and... well.

Her arousal was relatively easy to hide. A man's arousal was... slightly less.

"... M-merry Christmas, Flint," Nora whispered. She really was quite a lovely young woman under all of those dumpy clothes she woere. Her breasts were large and soft, rosily tipped and wrapped up with soft ribbons. Her waist was trim, her hips wide. "I... um. S-sorry," she said. But ow SHE was staring, at the arousal that was rather hard to hide in loose pants. Was that...

Was that for her?
 
After setting her glasses back on her nose, Flint paused, finding it very difficult to move back. He was overwhelmed by the instinctual urge to touch her, especially as she blinked up at him shyly.
"I... um. S-sorry,"
Flint blinked, his head canting slightly as she apologized. Why should she be sorry? It wasn't as if Flint didn't appreciate the sight of her, though maybe it was because he looked so embarrassed himself?
But that's just because I never expected to get a mousette for Christmas!
"S-Sorry?"
It was a long moment before he realized that her gaze had shifted slightly lower down on him. Her expression was one of mingled embarrassment, trepidation, and...
Excitement?
Truth be told, Flint was a far better specimen of vulpine manhood than he generally gave himself credit for. Despite his general disdain for non-academic activities, he was slim, generally fit, and possessed of shy but handsome features. He probably would never have been identified as someone to take advantage of a young mousette left bound under his Christmas tree, but then his laptop's hard-drive was not exactly clean of such things.
And as Nora was seeing, his reaction to the situation he now found himself in was dramatic, and difficult to hide.
Realizing this, he flushed once more, though he made no move to cover himself. There was really no point...
"I-I-... I-I've got to say, I-"
Flint gulped nervously, his eyes once more scanning over Nora's binds. However she had gotten like this, Flint could hardly deny that it was to his liking. If she simply wanted out, he would of course be happy to simply free her and - hopefully - laugh about the whole thing with her.
But suppose she did want this?
The idea was something Flint could barely let himself entertain.
"...I've... never gotten a gift quite like this before." He finished. There was a little more confidence in his voice now as he spoke...
 
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