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katleeptAuthor: Pirate Turner
Especially Dedicated To/For: My beloved Jack and our babies as part of their presents for Solstice/Christmas/Kitsmas
Rating: R
Summary: Christmas delight has come to Shrek's swamp.
Warnings: Slash, Het, Unconventional Pairing, Fetish
Word Count: 427
Date Written: 24 December 2010
Disclaimer: Puss, Donkey, Shrek, and Fiona are © & TM DreamWorks and any other rightful, legal owners, none of which are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Puss lay on his furry back, playing with a small, dangling ball, his claws eagerly shredding its thread, when a golden light filled his unexpecting, emerald eyes. He blinked and looked up, his attention to the tempting and tantalizing ornament shattered for the first time in hours. The light sparkled before him, and his pointed, orange ears perked up as he heard bells jingling. He reached for the light.
Donkey smiled and took a step forward, lifting a leg over Puss as he brought the bells to him, and bit back laughter when Puss grabbed the jingling bells with both paws. Puss' deep purr instantly began rumbling inside his throat as he swatted the bells, and Donkey shivered in delight as the backs of his paws brushed the area around the ringing bells.
He came closer, and Puss stretched further out onto his back as the bells filled his vision. Donkey was somewhere close. Even in ecstasy, he could smell his lover, and then he caught a glimpse of sight just beyond one of the bells as it stilled for one second. He smiled and ran his tongue over his furry lips, but then Donkey moved again, causing the bells to jangle once more and riveting Puss' full attention upon the glittering objects of his desire.
His purr grew thicker as he played, and each time his paws touched the strong staff to which Donkey had so carefully tied the bells, the larger animal gave a gasp of delight and almost hee-hawed. They were completely lost in the moment, Puss in the bells and Donkey to the movements of them upon his steed and the feather-light brushings of Puss' fur against his staff and underbelly, when the door opened.
Shrek took one look at what was happening underneath his slime-drenched Christmas tree, quickly turned around, and shut the door back. As he stomped down his tiny hallway, a new addition to his home that had been made when he and his beloved wife had enlarged their cottage to include all of their family for the holidays, he suddenly heard Donkey let out a yelp followed by a hee-haw of pleasure.
Despite himself, Shrek smiled. Christmas was definitely at home in his swamp! He looked forward to taking Fiona underneath the mistletoe and doing to her exactly what his best friends were doing -- only without the bells, of course. Grinning and whistling a tune he did not recognize as being the carol it was, Shrek continued on to his bedroom and his own little piece of Christmas delight.
