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Isaac reflected on just how lucky he was, something that often came to mind when he was cuddling on the couch with Valeria. Of course, due to the difference in scale, ‘cuddling’ currently meant he was waist-deep in warm fur, resting comfortably on the enormous mouse’s bare thigh as they conversed. Relaxing into her brown fluff, he laughed faintly as she gently pinned him in place with one fingertip so she could readjust her legs. The sensation of her enormous body moving and carrying him helplessly along was something he’d never get tired of. And the fact that, in the middle of December, she was wearing shorts and a tank top in her apartment just so one lucky little guy could enjoy the scenery…

Comfortable again, Valeria started to pull her finger away, until she felt Isaac’s tiny hands take hold of her fingertip, pull it to his face and give it a kiss. “Aww, sweetie…” she returned the favor by gently pressing him into her thigh with two fingers, kneading her little squeak toy deeper into the glossy brown fur. Smiling smugly at his wriggling, she muttered, “I had something to say, but somehow I’ve lost my train of thought.”

Isaac stopped squirming and hugged her clawed fingertips to his chest. “What a coincidence, my train of thought pretty much went off a bridge and exploded. No idea why. But I’m fine with it.” She did so much for him, and he often wished there was more he could do to repay her- wait. His train of thought abruptly jumped back on the rails. “Right, the early Christmas gift I got you!” He pointed to the wrapped present balanced on the arm of the couch, which he’d intended to have her open once they were settled in. Then again, the distraction had been more than worth it.

Valeria picked up the simply wrapped package, turning it over in her hand. “I didn’t hear a delivery today. Did you bring this here yourself? If you did, I’m impressed.” She compared the little bundle in shiny green wrapping paper to its giver. The package beat Isaac’s five inches of height by a bit, and was much bulkier.

“I’m stronger than I look!” Isaac replied. “...The opposite would be impossible!” The enormouse laughed at Isaac’s self-own and gave his chest a little scritch with her claws. “Really, you give me a serious workout sometimes,” he added, turning slightly red, “So I’ve had to get fit for your sake. Getting in shape turned out to have bonuses aside from being able to take it when you, uh…” He turned brighter red as his gaze slid up Valeria’s lovely leg to the zipper of her shorts, “...Start flexing.” Valeria grinned. The little guy was practically addicted to exploring her body, and she hadn’t imagined how satisfying that would feel until she got to experience it. The two of them may have been freaks, but there were up sides to being compatible freaks…

She shook off that thought. “So what did you get me?” Valeria asked, squeezing the package slightly, and resisting a sudden temptation to also squeeze Isaac’s. “Feels like cloth… When I was a little girl, I would’ve been disappointed by that, but now… You know you’re starting to get old when you actually want socks and underwear for the holidays.”

“Well, you do so much for me, and sometimes I start to get guilty about how much work you put into accommodating me-”

“Don’t feel guilty!” she interrupted. “I enjoy it. In fact…” Her tone turned sultry and her expression turned smug again. “Any time you want me to ‘accommodate’ you, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Eek,” Isaac sensibly replied. “And, I-” Noticing his voice had somehow managed to break three times in two syllables, he stopped, took a deep breath and continued, “And I appreciate it, but I never think I’ve done enough to show it. I mean, you’re happy to go half dressed in winter just to let me enjoy this,” gesturing to where he lay swaddled in mouse fluff, “As well as, uh…” Seeing where his gaze was travelling on her giant body, Valeria smirked and inhaled sharply, sending a shockwave through her generous chest. Isaac’s words trailed off as he went slackjawed at the sight. *All hail hypno-boobs,* Valeria thought, before tapping him on the top of his empty head.

“Earth to Isaac. Brain mode on, big guy.” He started to apologize, but she stopped him and said, “You know I did that on purpose. If I demand that you look me in the face while we’re talking, believe me, you’ll know. Now I’ll stop teasing you long enough to get a straight answer.”

“Right, OK…” A cute, radar-dish sized pink ear flicked in his direction as Isaac attempted to get his train of thought to leave the station again. “You’ve told me about one of the downsides of being a rodent is how chilly this time of year makes you everywhere you’re furless. I ordered a few things for you, like gloves and a tailwarmer, that’ll be here before Christmas, but I wanted to give you these personally, since I thought we’d both enjoy you getting to try them on. Open it!”

Giving him one last boop before pulling her fingers out of her little cuddle buddy’s grip, Valeria commenced slicing the wrapping paper open with one claw, setting aside the neatly opened giftwrap before giving her revealed present a once-over. “Socks? Wait, no… Stockings? ‘Tis the season, after all.” She started to unroll the pair of thick wool stockings, approving of the dark green color scheme that contrasted well with her own fur. No ugly sweater pattern or anything of the sort, either. Valeria was slightly impressed. Isaac was a bigger geek than she was- figuratively- but he’d shown legitimate taste. If the rest of the set was as good quality as these, she’d start wearing them without a second thought. Unrolling them all the way, there was another surprise. “Thigh-high wool stockings?” Smirking again, Valeria said, “...I like the way you think. Want me to try them on?”

“Yes, please!”

The urgency of Isaac’s reply made her suspect just why the stockings had been his choice to deliver in person. She smirked, happy to play along. Dropping one stocking on the couch next to where the little guy still lounged on her right thigh, Valeria slowly streeeetched her left leg out, letting him get a good view of her lovely, soft leg flexing as she willed her fur to fluff up, then relax, settling in a rippling wave from her hip to the ankle where her fur ended. Valeria flexed her pink paw, dextrous rodent toes splaying and then curling to hide her claws, as she relaxed her left leg and slipped on the first stocking. Being careful not to snag her fur and pull it against the grain, she tugged it up to her mid-thigh and let the elastic snap it into place. Stretching her leg again, she flexed and clenched her toes a few times, watching the outlines of her claws pressed against the inside of the fabric. None of her claws caught in the thick wool, impressing her again. “Feels good. It looks like I’ve finally got something to keep my paws warm at night, aside from a tiny, obsessed admirer. Did you enjoy the show?” She asked, looking over to Isaac. Who had gone missing from his usual place in her thigh fluff.

“Yeah! But when I said we’d both enjoy you trying them on, I wasn’t just intending to watch.” Valeria glanced over to the source of Isaac’s voice, and spotted him climbing into the open top of the second stocking.

“Ohhhh, I see…” the giant mouse’s surprised expression turned into a smug smirk, watching a little lump wriggle farther into the depths of the stocking. “I should have guessed you were desperate for me to walk all over you.” She took the loose stocking in hand, gripping it just below where its tiny passenger had managed to reach. “Don’t go any deeper, cutie. I’ll be doing most of the work, you just need to enjoy the ride.” Valeria watched the outline of her little boyfriend stop crawling and could swear she saw him nod, even through the thick fabric. “All right then, get ready…” She scooted over, turning to rest her right leg on the couch next to where she set the second stocking and its new resident. Pulling its elastic opening wide, she lined her paw up with the entrance, then paused. “Take a good look, you won’t be seeing much else for a while.” Dainty pink toes curled and flexed for a moment before the stocking slipped over them, sealing Isaac in the dark. A moment later, Valeria felt her sole brush against his tiny form, followed by a pair of little arms embracing one of her toes. “That’s more like it. Hold on tight! ...And keep wriggling.”

Isaac froze for a moment, before redoubling his efforts to lavish attention on what little of his mousie he could reach. He felt the pressure from her sole increase as Valeria’s foot slowly pushed him deeper in, the cloth against his back just tight enough to force his body to sink into her wonderfully soft paw. Too soon, he was shoved against the end of the stocking, and squeaked as he felt the fabric being pulled as tight as Valeria could make it, trapping him in the warm darkness with barely enough room to squirm. Feeling her swing her leg around, followed by a laugh from his enormous playmate, left him pretty certain she had stopped to take a look at the outline of his smushed little self. The thought that he was nothing but a barely-visible lump in a mouse’s footwear was... well, pretty damn hot, honestly. Arms around the two toes flanking his head, he snuggled comfortably against her soft skin. *As much of an internet addict as I am, I’d still rather play on this mouse pad. ...Dammit, that was actually a good one and I didn’t say it out loud.* A few seconds of vertigo followed that thought as Valeria’s paw moved. *What’s she planning now?* Isaac got his answer as his back hit the floor, knocking the wind out of him as he was pressed between paw and carpet.

Valeria sprawled on the couch, a smug smile on her face as she settled her right foot on the floor, pressing its little passenger into the rug. “Feels like you’re enjoying yourself in there. We both know how much you love getting up close and personal with whatever of me you can get your hands on.” She pressed down with just slightly more force, savoring her squeak toy’s attempts to push back. She could feel every last move he made down there, and savored the sensation of little hands pressed against her sole in a futile attempt to lift her colossal paw. Valeria played along, raising her right paw just enough that he wasn’t pinned in place. Isaac’s moment of freedom didn’t last, as she scrunched her paw, shifting him a little farther back. Once his tiny body was centered underneath her sole, Valeria settled her foot back down, Isaac’s entire body fitting neatly under mouse paw. She spent a few minutes simply resting her paw on top of him, savoring the feeling of him nuzzling and cuddling against her sole, occasionally pressing down to provoke one of those cute muffled squeaks.

“This is straight out of your fantasies, isn’t it?” she asked, despite having no intention of letting him loose to answer. “But maybe you’re not even thinking of me? What if you’re imagining being under a fluffy bunny sole?” she asked, grinning as she ground her paw and its rider against the thick carpet. “Or possibly a huge, hard, unforgiving hoof?” Now pressing her heel to the floor, feeling miniscule thrashes from inside her new footwear. “Maybe you’re fantasizing about velvety feline pads.” She rocked her paw from back to front, rhythmically kneading his tiny form. “I could invite that tigress from the game store over here, and tell her what you were thinking after we met her. You think she’d play along, so the two of us could smush your helpless little self underfoot until you-” Valeria felt a moment of frantic grinding against her sole, before her adorable stocking stuffer went limp. “-Do that.”

Feeling him wheezing, she decided to take the pressure off, and shifted to sitting cross-legged on the couch, grinning again at the sight of his outline clearly sagging inside of her stocking. Smiling more gently, she stroked his back through the layer of fabric. “You all right in there? Should I just leave you inside for a while to recover?” There was a muffled whimper from the occupant of Valeria’s sock, before she felt him pull himself together and start to make his way toward her ankle. She giggled at the sensation of him crawling along her sensitive skin. “That’s awfully tickly… keep it up!” she told him, stretching her leg out to watch the little bulge moving along her new stocking. Reaching Valeria’s fur, Isaac gripped a clump in each hand and pulled himself along, practically swimming through fluff as he struggled along her shapely calf. She considered letting him loose, but this was too cute… and she had to admit, it was kind of hot that he was left nearly helpless by a little cloth and elastic trapping him against her body. By then, he’d managed to reach her thigh, and she just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of his little limbs pressing into her soft fur and flesh while he fought his way to his goal.

Finally, he reached the top of the stocking and his head popped free, followed by his upper body… before he flopped down, spread-eagled face down against his lady friend’s thigh, still pinned to her by a simple elastic band meant to hold up a stocking. Valeria gently rubbed the little cutie’s back as he lay there attempting to catch his breath. “Having you somewhere in my outfit is starting to feel natural. I have no clue why you like being worn so much, but maybe I should get some garters so you can be strapped in as a fashion accessory. Or what if some of my piercings had little fuzzy cuffs attached?”

Isaac’s huffing was interrupted by a squeak as the possibilities for what she’d suggested ran through his mind. “I like the way you think,” he replied, muffled by a faceful of warm brown fur. “But… Please, save talk like that for when I’ve got the energy to appreciate it.”

She smirked. “If that’s piqued your interest, I’ve got plenty more of those ideas ready. Any time you want me to give you more to fantasize about, just ask. Anyway…” Valeria stood, keeping Isaac from slipping loose with a palm against his back. Reaching her feet, she took her hand away, and smiled at the discovery that her stocking’s elastic was more than enough to hold him safely in place against her thigh. “Let’s get you something to nibble on besides me. You must be dehydrated after so much hard work. And you’re going to need your energy,” she said, as she headed to the kitchen, boy toy riding along. “After all, as much fun as that was-” her tone turned husky- “I don’t think that counted as my turn.”

“Eek.” Burying his smiling face in her fur, Isaac let his gigantic lover carry him away.