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Not a Creature Was Stirring... Save Two [AswanFox - Trixie]

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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, Flint 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 Claire wants to do anything. Flint thought to himself, trudging out into the hall.
Flint had never interacted much with Claire, his mousette housemate, though she always seemed to act a little strangely around him when they did. Flint 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 Christmas party at the behest of some friends. He hadn't heard her come back; he guessed she had just gotten in after he was 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 Claire hooking up was as amusing as it was unlikely.
For some reason, it also tugged a jealousy string 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; Claire 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.
Claire 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, Flint went back to her front, and noticed the plain brown leather collar which adorned Claire's neck, and the gift tag hanging from it.
From: The Girls. Have fun! Send us some pictures!!
The young student scratched his head.
"Man, I kinda hope one of my other gifts is a decent camera!" Flint murmured to himself, wondering just what had happened at Claire's party last night...
 
In the past 24 hours, Claire had experienced a lot of firsts. She had always been a rather timid mousette; interested in music, interested in books, interested in film and games and all other sorts of interesting things, but only very rarely was she interested in the outside world. She had always had a handful of friends, but was typically the designated driver, the quiet one with a glass of water, or just the sweet one who brought snacks to any party she ever went to, and more or less always left early if she had the chance to. Of course, all of that had changed in the last half year or so.

She had been too late to register, so there were no dorms available to her. She had sought to find a job and an affordable place in town, eventually finding a house with a fennec fox by the name of Flint. He was... cute. Very cute, in a way Claire wasn't typically used to dealing with in terms of "oh my God, he's right there, whatdoIdowhatdoIdo." He was more active than she was, but she had seen them; the same movies she so loved on his shelf, a few CDs of bands she liked, things like that. She might have even thought she stood a chance with him, if it weren't for the fact that she was so shy. She had resolved to change that, and had gone out to a party with her friends.

She had taken the plunge, getting drunk off fruity drinks until her white cheeks glowed with inebriation, loosening her soft lips more and more until all those embarrassing little secrets of hers came spilling out of her mouth. The last thing she remembered had been telling her best friend in the world, a raccoon girl by the name of Shyla, that she had a huge crush on her roommate. That... well, she had been entertaining thoughts all years of, well, just about everything she'd ever seen in a video online, of petite young women being screwed silly by strong, cute men. They'd driven her home, the designated drivers for once in their life, and had led the cute little mousette inside, which was where they had seen all the ribbon Claire had set out to wrap Flint's present (a set of CDs, tied up two-tone, with red and green ribbons crisscrossing the pretty packaging).

That had been one first, with the party. The second first, of course, was the way Claire was waking up just then.

Her tail swept slowly over the floor as her eyelids fluttered open. She tried to move one hand, to brush her brown hair out of her eyes, but to no avail; her arm was stuck. "Mmph," Claire muttered, trying to move around... she felt... sticky. Sticky in all the wrong places. She wiggled her butt some, in plain view of Flint, as she felt the candy cane move around her wet sntch. There was something else, though; she couldn't talk. That "mmph" was the best she had as she tried to say something around that ballgag. Something along the lines of "where am I" and "where are my clothes"? She felt her soft breasts press against the floor, and she continued to try and roll out of the ribbons. They were thick ribbons, and tightly bound around her limbs. All she got for her rolling was to slowly bring her around to her back, where she was suddenly able to see Flint.

Her half-closed eyes went wide, and her tail set to thrashing. "Mmph!" she started again, her cheeks reddening as the nipples upon her soft breasts hardened into fine nubs. She was surprised, she was worried, and more than anything... she was horny in a way she had never been before.
 
Flint started slightly, seeing Claire squirm listlessly in her wrapping, making muffled sounds of confusion as she awoke. The young fennec blinked, stepping back slightly as the mousette rolled slowly onto her back, the ribbons holding her securely even as she tested them.
When she saw him, and her eyes went wide, Flint stiffened again, staring back at her in bewilderment.
As her tail thrashed in agitation, so did Flint's, swishing back and forth in excitement.
"I-...!" he stammered, his own nervousness showing as he fumbled for something appropriate to say. "Claire...? Are you... is all this...?"
Holy crap... this really is for me, isn't it!
Flint was understandably in shock; after all, this was the kind of thing that only happened in themed pornos!
And my living room, apparently.
After another awkward moment of stunned silence, Flint jerked into action, doing the only thing his still overwhelmed mind thought made sense. Kneeling down, he reached out carefully, brushing a few strands of hair away from the mousette's face and untying the ribbons which held the minty bit-gag in place, his blush quite visible as his eyes traveled over Claire's naked, well presented form.
They understandably lingered for a moment on her pert bosom, as well as the candy-cane pushed into her nether regions, around which a great deal of moisture was beginning to bead.
Returning to meet her gaze, Flint managed a shaky smile.
"Ah... merry Christmas?"

((Sorry this is a little shorter. ^^; ))
 
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