Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for one year
and two months as of this chapter.

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Junk mail and bills. Tom sorted out the bills and tossed the junk away
into a pile to be used as scrap paper. Without hesitation, he grabbed
the checkbook, writing out payments. As he reached for the stamps,
Rouge flew onto the desk, sitting with her legs crossed. "Tom... can
we talk?"

"Sure, what is it?" he asked without missing a beat.

"It's- well...." She was hesitating. "You remember that dream I had?"

He replied, "you mean the one where we start doing it right in the
casino in front of everyone? I'm NOT helping you-"

"Not that dream," she shouted. "The one about... our daughter..."
Rouge didn't wait for him to say anything. "I want to talk about kids,
Tom! It's... important to me now."

"Weren't you the one who was notorious amongst your staff for not
liking kids?" he asked, remembering the rumors.

She sighed. "That was then... things changed. I'm getting older.
I'll turn twenty soon and- well, I'd like to raise a child. Not be a
screw-up like my own mother was."

He sat beside her, an arm around her shoulders. "You sure we even
can?"

"That's what we need to talk about," she explained, "I'd like to
visit the fertility clinic and have us tested. I'd hate to try
for years only to find out we're not even compatible." She added,
"genetically, I mean," to clarify.

Tom held her tight. "You made the appointment already, didn't you?"
One thing Thomas Adriani had learned was that Rouge was very tricky.
She had a way of asking permission once the deed was done.

She answered, "tomorrow morning. It'll be quick. Anyway, I have some
stuff to take care of at the casino. Wanna come with?"

Without thinking, he replied, "I'm not sitting here by myself. Buuut
I have to go into the office and sign the payroll checks first."

"Okay," she replied, "meet me there later?"

"You got it."

He was fidgeting. The couple sat, the clinic doctor handing them
forms to fill out. "Offspring between humans and bats has been
recorded, so you should be able to have a child without any outside
means," the doctor explained. She was a middle-aged woman, bearing
a ponytail and glasses which stood out against her white coat.

"Before we start planning TOO much," Rouge explained, "I'd like to
make sure both of us are capable."

"I understand," the doctor responded.

"But please," Rouge continued, Tom filling out the form, "don't
misunderstand here. We don't want an artificial conception! Tom and
I have-" His eyes widened, staring over at his wife. She leaned in
closer. "He's a bit shy about this with strangers, but Tom and I
have great sex. And we'd prefer it if any child was the product of
our love, not science..."

The doctor responded, "I understand. What we will do today is collect
a sample from your husband for analysis, to determine if his
sperm count is normal and that the sperm itself are healthy."

"Sample?" Tom asked. He was starting to turn red. Rouge chuckled
at the idea.

"We provide a private room, of course, as well as... visual aides to
help you," the doctor explained, having seen such embarrassment in
men before.

"He won't need any visual aides," Rouge said, "I'll be in there with
him."

The clinic doctor merely kept quiet for a minute. "I see. Not common,
but I'll allow it." She took the completed forms from the couple.
"Okay, great. The nurse will provide you with the necessary
container and lead you to the private sample room."


Rouge locked the door. Tom was visibly nervous. "Calm down, Tom. You
keep this up and we'll never get this done." She pushed him down into
the chair.

He said, "but there are people out there, and they know what we're in
here doing..."

"Only doctors and nurses. It's why I made the appointment so early.
You didn't see anyone else here, did you? Now..." She unzipped his
pants. "Just relax."

Climbing on top of him, Rouge unbuttoned her shirt, gently edging
down the cups of her bra. Kissing him gently, she took his hands,
placing them on her breasts. Tom's tension began to vanish, his mind
focusing on his wife's behavior, pinching and fondling the nipples.

Gently biting on his lip, she eased back down, pulling her skirt down,
kicking it off. Her panties lowered, slid down over her high heel
shoes. Instinctively, the bat began to dance slowly, shaking her hips
with legs spread for a full view. Turning around, she bent over
slightly, slapping her ass, tail waving.

Gently opening the lid of the container, Rouge turned her attention
back to Tom. Pulling down his shorts, his cock sprung up as the
elastic band passed downward. "You're ready... I've given you handjobs
before. This isn't any different."

"Except for the cup," he said, "but this means a lot to you." Crawling
back up onto the chair, the two began to make out, her hand grabbing
him, slowly stroking. He moaned as his hand felt her butt, fingers
sneaking a feel in between her legs. Rouge was getting wet. As he
touched, she began to stroke him faster.

His moans grew louder, a sign for Rouge to get ready. Back to the
floor without letting go, she took the cup in her free hand,
getting down closer to watch as the foreskin slid over the head
and back with each tug. The tip was wet, already dirtying her hand.
"Tom... admit it, you wanna do me right now. You felt me, I'm SOOOO
wet! You'd like me to get up there and ride you, huh?"

Her own clit began to tingle. She was horny. But not now, they were
here for a specific purpose.

"Or maybe you'd like me to bend over?" She continued, "yeah, bend
me over, get me on that chair, and just take me from behind? What
do you like more, Tom? How wet it is? How tight? Or just hearing
me scream and moan while you're inside me?" She began moaning,
playfully. He didn't say a word, she could just tell from the way
his hand grabbed his forehead as he tilted his head, back arched.

She was thrilled, watching from this close as it shot out, thick white
globs into the sample cup. She could even feel it as the force of
the cream shot through his dick, her fingers sensing his cock
widening inside to let it out with each blast. Taking care to make
sure none was spilled, she stroked more, forcing a little extra out.

Her husband was reeled back, catching his breath. Looking at the
cup, she said, "that should be enough." Over to the sink to wash
her hands, Rouge sealed the lid tight. "Tom, get my panties, I can't
go out there like this." Regaining himself, Thomas pulled his pants
up and collected his wife's clothes so she could dress.

"I hope we didn't do this too quick," Rouge commented, "I wouldn't
want the nurses to think you finish fast."

"Nurses?" Tom asked, looking nervously at the sample cup.

She patted his butt. "Go to the car. I'll turn that in for you."

His excitement was gone, filled with embarrassment once again.
"Great, they get to see my jizz..."


Home. Tom sat on the bed. Taking off her heels, Rouge undid her
jacket, hanging it up. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," he responded, "still not my idea of... anyway, it's done."

Rouge sat beside him, laying back. "I'm still... you know..." she
said, sliding her skirt off. Her lacy black panties hid the moisture
well, be he could still see.

It was time for revenge. He pinned her down. "Tom... wow. I trick
you into one sperm donation and you're getting forceful?"

"My turn," he said, releasing his grip and kissing, tongue down her
throat. Rolling off to the side, his hand slid into her panties,
a finger tracing along through the wetness, paying special
attention to tease her clitoris.

"Yeah, punish me," she moaned, running a hand through his hair.
His free hand cradled her head, tracing along her ears while he
worked a finger inside, thumb working her clit.

He said, "your pussy is so soft." She began to pant and moan, a hand
on her breast to feel, sensitive nipples only adding to her pleasure.

Ramming his fingers in her faster, thumb grazing up and down the
clit, she was screaming her head off. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh... I'm gonna
cum!"

"Cum for me, babe!" he shouted, his kiss quieting the moaning.
Her back arched, a loud groan heard from the kissing. He could feel
her internal muscles squeezing his fingers hard.

Rouge was breathing hard. Tom teased, "now who cums fast?" She smiled,
laughing at their little joke. "Hungry?" he asked.

"Mmm, not really," she replied.

He said, "I'm not." Unbuttoning his shirt, he tugged down on her
panties. "Got any plans?"

"I do now," the bat girl responded, wrapping a leg around her lover
with eager anticipation.

Tom was in the kitchen when the phone rang. "Hello? Yeah, hold on..."
Pulling the phone away, he shouted, "Rouge! Baby, phone!"

Running through the house, she snatched it from him. "Yes? I see..."
Her conversation continued for a few minutes, agreeances and 'thank
yous' until she hung up. "Our results," she explained.

"That fast?" Tom asked. "It's only been a day."

"Your sperm count is just fine. And they're healthy. So... you can be
a daddy someday." Jumping onto the counter, she gave him a hug. "And
me... I can be a mom, too."

"Wait, what?" he asked, somewhat confused.

"Tom, I- I didn't tell you because I knew you might freak out. I
didn't go straight to the casino the other night. I went to the
clinic first. They did x-rays and other tests on my uterus, to make
sure everything was fine. And..."

"I'm listening," he said.

She continued, "there's a procedure were they use a fine needle to
extract an egg from one of my ovaries. Didn't leave a scar or
anything, but if I told you that, well... you know you."

"And I panic over blowing it into a cup. Damn..." He suddenly felt
terrible. "So, what, they're gonna use my sample and your egg to-"


"Hell no!" she shouted. "Hardly. The egg was just a sample to
ensure they were viable. No, Tom, if we have a kid, we're doing it
right. Not in a lab. My little girl will be created out of love,
not by some machine."

"And what if we have a boy?"

She cringed. "I'm not having some disgusting boy bat! Some ignorant
womanizer who runs around treating girls like possessions. It's not
happening! I'll have a girl and raise her well, not growing up being
led around by her instincts..." She silenced herself. "Oh, god, I...
I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean that. I-"

Tom pulled her close, hugging tight. "I know. The male bats who
come to the casino... don't worry about it."

"Like we're any better," Rouge said sadly, "I had to fight myself
every day to not be a total slut. I kept hitting on guys, I- I
didn't even care if they didn't like me."

He handed her a bowl of peeled orange slices. "Something else now.
Let's go relax in front of the TV." Jumping down to the floor, she
followed him into the living room. "Don't knock yourself, Rouge.
You've got a lot of charming qualities."

"But I annoyed some of my old friends," she explained, "and I never
meant to."

"You don't annoy me." She looked up at him with a sense of confusion
and happiness. "Listen, some of the socialite people my parents hung
with, that stuck-up girl they tried to get me to date, they were ALL
worse than you in every way possible. At least you had friends to
annoy. And you still talk to them, so you didn't screw things up."

"That's the reason I love you, Tom," Rouge said, "you keep me
reasonable when I start going wild."

"Maybe," Tom responded, "you add the wild side I need. Works out."

"Even if you do sometimes panic over some of the things I do?"

He said, "of course."

"Good," she remarked. "Then I won't tell you how much those tests
cost."