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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...
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...
