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The Locket

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

Aka Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

"Damn I can't believe I'm running late!" Mark swore as he dashed around the house trying to get ready for school. "Stupid alarm clock I know I set it last night!" he added as he ran off a string of complaints and verbalized his internal monolog as he gathered up his school supplies and tried to gulp down enough breakfast to hold him together until lunch.

It was shaping up into one of those mornings where he regretted holding off on spending his after school earnings on a car waiting for when he could afford a really nice one. The morning run was good exercise and upkeep when it came to extra training for track but it wasn't looking that way to him now. With a last check to be sure he wasn't forgetting something important like his house keys or home work he stuffed the remainder of things into his backpack and dashed out the front door with a quick check to be sure he locked up and was off down the street.

At least it was a good morning for running, being unseasonably warm for late October with just enough humidity to feel good but not build up too much sweat as he followed the route he took every morning to school. Passing through the commercial areas along the way the store front decorations shouted HALLOWEEN to anyone passing by, and the SALE signs marked that the celebrations of the holiday would be that day. In the morning haste he'd completely forgotten about it and realized he still hadn't decided if he was going to do anything to celebrate it.

"UMFH!" he suddenly cried out as his train of thought was interrupted as he went tumbling over someone as he rounded the corner where the hardware store was in the final stretch towards school. Tumbling to the ground he found himself sprawled out on top of the small mouse he'd crashed into almost squishing her beneath his much larger frame.

"Oh god I'm so sorry I didn't see you Tracy! Are you okay?!" he apologized profusely, quickly rolling off of her terrified he'd hurt her given she was barely four feet tall and he was nearly six feet of athletically muscled human.

"No worse than before you ran into me Mark," she replied without rancor, the ebony-furred mouse's hands brushing the dust off her gray pants and top, naked tail flicking about behind her.

"I'm so sorry about that! Here let me help you up," he offered while pulling himself back upright and kneeling down enough to hold his hand out to her.

"Thanks," she murred slipping her small hand into his, squeezing it with surprising firmness as he helped her up. "Running late this morning I see."

"Stupid alarm clock didn't go off and I know I set it last night," he groused, then blushed a bit as Tracy continued to hold his hand after she was settled back firmly onto her feet.

"Maybe it wanted to make sure we ran into each other this morning," she joked, gazing up at him with her brilliantly blue eyes and leaving him feeling more flushed than his interrupted morning run had left him.

"Uhm, well, we're going to be even later for school than we already are so we ought to get going," he said, not sure how to respond to joke or how to react to her holding his hand. He liked her and all that but it wasn't like they'd done anything romantic; cross-species dating was still frowned upon in their area.

"Oh forget about school, it's just one day. Let's go off and have some fun," Tracy said, a mischievous expression upon her face. Placing her other hand on the back of the one she was holding she started pulling on it with both hands away from the school.

"But we'll get into trouble for skipping school," he protested, although couldn't seem to resist as she pulled him off towards wherever she had in mind.

"No one's going to get into trouble for missing school today," she reassured him, her warm smile and being brought up to never disappoint a lady ending any more resistance on his part.

They made for quite the mismatched pair that drew the eye of everyone who was out that early in the morning; the towering human being dragged along by the diminutive mouse. For such a small thing Tracy was full of boundless energy as she led Mark through the town and into the outskirts where the houses thinned out and the trees and bushes screened from sight those that remained. It wasn't until she started leading him towards a particular path that he got an idea where she wanted to go and began to protest.

"Hey that's the way to the Jensen's place, nobody goes there especially on Halloween!" he exclaimed and started to resist the mouse's continued tugging at his hand.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts," she asked, drawing to a stop in response to his resistance and looking up at him with amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Well no of course not everyone knows that they don't exist," he declared, trying to save face even if the thought of it did worry him. He was a big strong athlete after all; he wasn't supposed to be afraid of things like ghosts and goblins and all the other things supposed to come out on Halloween.

"Then come on then, we can hang out here and no one will bother us," she wisely pointed out before starting to pull on his hand once again. "Please? I, I'd really like us to spend the day together where no one will bother us."

"Well, okay, for you Tracy," Mark replied, giving in to what she wanted. There was just something about the tone of her voice and the pleading look that crossed her face that eliminated any resistance on his part.

In just a few minutes they'd passed out of sight of the road along the weeded path, with the broken down house that once belonged to the Jensen family and had been left to rot abandoned for decades since their deaths. To his surprise there was a large blanket laid out not too far from the house where the path came to an end.

"What's that doing there?!" he exclaimed while looking around furtively, afraid of being caught and getting into trouble for skipping school or worse.

"Maybe the ghosts laid it out for us," Tracy quipped, "or maybe I was just really sure I could get you to skip school with me today."

You wanted to skip school to spend the day with me?" he asked, confused and more than a bit surprised. Nodding she tugged him over and pulled him down onto the blanket next to her, sitting with her tail brushing up against him as being seated brought them closer to eye level with one another.

"I've been trying to get up the courage to say something to you for a while now," she began, right hand slipping into her pocket to pull out a small box that she offered to him. "I want you to have this first though, I was going to give it to you for your birthday in a few months but I want you to have it now."

Accepting the box with no idea what was going on he removed the simple wrapping around it lifted off the top curiously, not sure given the day if it wasn't a trick of some sort even though he'd never known Tracy to do such things. To his surprise there was a heavy platinum chain inside with a large cameo heart dangling from the end.

"I know its not the usual thing for a guy but I wanted you to have something special Mark," she said before he could say anything, her delicate hand reaching to open it up revealing the plain polished face on the left side and a smiling picture of her neatly fitted into the right.

"This must have cost you a lot of your savings Tracy, why?" he asked, unable to keep from blushing as he knew even as he asked what it likely meant.

"Because I love you," she said, confirming what he'd already concluded at the sight of the heart. "I have since we worked together on the school play years ago but I'd been so afraid to say anything, worried about what people would think or if you'd reject me for being a mouse and not a human."

"So why tell me now?" he asked while trying to sort out his own feelings at the revelation that someone actually loved him, someone that others might consider unsuitable for him to love in return.

"Because I'm no longer afraid, and want to be yours today," she replied simply, left hand coming to rest on his chest as she leaned towards him, rising up onto her knees so she could shuffle forward enough to gaze into his eyes. "Out here where no one will ever know I want you to be my one and only," she told him while folding his hand around the locket with the other and closing it in the process.

"But, but, what about the you know, size difference?" he blushed even more, the feel of her left hand on his chest invoking feelings he'd never felt before. His heart beat faster beneath her hand and the breezes brought the spicy scent of her to him. How had he never noticed how pleasant she smelled before?

"I know it will hurt but I can handle it," she murred softly, caressing his chest as her fingertips traced the hard muscles he'd developed over years of intense athletic work for the school. "The pain will fade and then it will be wonderful, if you want me that is," she added, the agonizing fear of rejection naked in her expression in spite of her efforts to conceal it and keep up a brave face.

"I, I do," he confessed, the jumbled mix of emotions finally sorting themselves out as he rejected all the fears and uncertainties for the reality that was before him. There was no peer pressure there in the shadow of the old house, only a wonderful girl who'd been a good friend for years and wanted more.

Tracy's expression brightened considerably as soon as she heard that, then leaned forward the rest of the way to plant a quick kiss on his lips that left him blinking in surprise. His surprise and embarrassment increased from there as she wasted no time in grabbing at the hem of his shirt and started tugging it up over his stomach to reveal that hard-won six-pack of his. It didn't take her long to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside on the corner of the blanket leaving him bare from the waist up.

Previous times being shirtless had never left Mark as embarrassed as he felt right now under Tracy's gaze, knowing what she had in mind was anything but innocent. It didn't help with the way she was rubbing her hands over his chest and sides, stroking him like she was trying to memorize every square inch of him with the pads of her fingertips and palms.

"Skin is so different than fur," she murmured softly, hands sliding up his chest to rest on his breasts, his nipples covered by her palms. Her claws pricked lightly at his skin as she held them there, lowering her head down to nuzzle at his chest lightly, whiskers tickling him and causing him to squirm. "Easy to clean and so smooth, doesn't shed all over the place, and doesn't get in the way at all," she continued, her words puffing her warm moist breath over his skin leaving swiftly evaporating moisture that carried more of his scent into the air along with what was already wafting up as the sweat from his earlier interrupted run evaporated.

"Fur's got its good points," Mark said, reaching to stroke her arm, ruffling up the ebony fur covering it gently. "Soft to the touch and even when you get old and wrinkly it helps keep you looking good."

"True," she replied, subdued. She regained her composure though and kissed her way down his chest, leaving a trail from between his breasts all the way to his bellybutton where she set him to squirming when she playfully kissed it and swirled her tongue around inside.

"Hey stop that!" he gasped out, reduced to squirming around and uncharacteristic giggling while she kept it up until he realized during the distraction she'd slipped her hands inside his waistband and was holding onto his member.

"Oh wow it's so big and it's not even hard yet," she stated with such childish delight it completely disarmed him. Before he could formulate some kind of response she's removed her right hand just long enough to unzip him then roll his underwear and waistband down enough to expose his hardening member to her gaze. Nestled in a thatch of curly black hair (although not so black as Tracy's fur) it was growing longer and harder rapidly with each beat of his heart.

"I knew it'd be big but it's even more than I hoped," she murred, wrapping her tiny hands around it and feeling it throbbing in her grasp as it finally reached its full length and thickness. She didn't hesitate to bend in the rest of the way to lick at the tip, delicate tongue flicking around the head and lapping up the taste she found there.

"Oh but that feels so nice!" he gasped out; what female contact he'd had before then having never included any kind of oral attention. Giggling Tracy swirled her tongue around the tip and right in across the tip before giving her head a toss and looking back up along his chest.

"Got to slick you up before I can put this in me," she told him before giving him a wink and returning to licking at his shaft, tongue swirling lower once she felt the tip was wet enough to suit her. As she lapped away at his shaft cleaning and wetting it as she went along she also wriggled her way up onto his chest, resting her slight form on top of him with her derriere pointed at his face.

It was quite the fine little rump, Mark had to admit, nicely shaped and just right for her slight frame. He couldn't resist the temptation to start caressing it after safely setting her gift to the side, eliciting a moan of delight and lifting of her backside to push it towards his hands.

"Fair's fair love, feel free to help me out of my pants," he heard Tracy murr from between his legs, naked tail whipping about until draping along her back. She even lifted her hips up and angled herself to make it easier to get to the fasteners in the front. The eagerness on her part was proving quite infectious and he readily complied, his only delays a result of the fumbling difficulties inherent in trying to work buttons and zippers meant for someone only four-feet tall and not someone fifty percent taller.

The first thing to come into view was the strikingly pink ring of her tailhole nestled between her black-furred buns, all wrinkled and highlighted in the day's sun due to the contrast in colors with its surroundings. It wasn't the only thing on display for very long though as Tracy was rolling her hips and pulling against his hands, leaving Mark to wonder at the embarrassing (at least to him) eagerness of the small mouse to be bared to him so immodestly. Soon he was gifted with the sight of her tiny slit that barely marred the lines of her fur at all, and he grew concerned once again at the idea of hurting her. Pausing in his efforts he asked her once again if she really wanted to do it.

"Love it's sweet that you're worried but it's okay, really," she reassured him, then gave his shaft a playful squeeze before nipping the tip gently. "Now hurry up and get my pants off me," she told him grinning a bit as he gasped from the squeeze and nip. As soon as the pants were off and she was naked from the waist down Tracy curled up and turned around on his chest, fur caressing his skin as she shifted to straddle his chest instead legs spread almost obscenely wide because of their size differences.

"Now no matter how much it looks like its hurting me it's okay dear heart," Tracy told Mark as she gazed into his eyes, her bosom pressed to his chest with only the thin material of her top separating it from his. Waiting until she saw him nod in acceptance before going further she reached between them to brush her fingertips along her folds, tracing her claws along them before spreading herself open. Holding his gaze with hers she didn't blink as she started wriggling back until the head just started easing into her small, tight passage.

Virgin tight and built for someone far smaller Tracy nevertheless increased the pressure until she could get the tip snuggly inside her. Her petals gripped tightly around the back of the head to the point she no longer needed her fingers there to spread herself and she moved her hand back up to join the other as she moved to grip his shoulders firmly.

Mark could see the pain on her as she pushed down onto his member, and winced a little himself both from the tightness that seemed too tight to let him inside as well as from the prick of her claws as she used her grip on his shoulders to add to the effort her legs were already engaged in. Anytime he started to open his mouth to say something though her expression cut him off and he subsided, her determination to be with him shutting off any protest on his part almost as soon as the thought formed.

He had no idea how long it was before she finally stopped, as much as she could take inside resting within her belly. The head of his erection had come up against the one barrier it couldn't pass as it nestled against Tracy's cervix and she finally let herself collapse on top of him. Sweat matted her fur from the effort and the two were so tightly joined even if she were ready to they couldn't have done anything but remain as they were.

"Oh it hurts but it's a good hurt love," Tracy murred, head resting on his chest as she closed her eyes and felt his shaft throbbing in time to the beat of his heart she could hear within his chest. "I've wanted this for so long, thank you for trusting me and being with me."

"How could I deny you something you so wanted, love?" he asked, the tightness uncomfortable for him (although certainly not as much as it was for her) but tolerable enough given it was for love. Draping his arms over her his gaze was one of open affection, for the first time in his young life contented in a way he'd never been before.

"Thanks for making my picking you the right choice, this means more to me than you know," she murred softly. Before he could ask what she meant by that she rubbed her furry cheek against his chest and gave a contented sigh. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"But how would we go to the bathroom?" he asked as innocently as he could, then meeped and gasped at the nip she gave him.

"You know what I meant," she chastised him, then tried to pull forward to see if she was ready to continue. Feeling even as wet as she was that she was still too tight she settled back down with her hands resting on his shoulders, stretched out completely along his chest.

Not saying a word Mark simply lay there being Tracy's bed as she lay upon him, admiring her compact form as he was in no hurry to continue. Even though the tight grip and arousing intimacy with her had left him quite on edge he wasn't going to let his need control things; not when it would mean hurting her more than she'd already been hurt. He didn't want to embarrass himself climaxing too early either, something he was sure to do if he had any more excitement come his way without time to calm down.

The first signs of her loosening up were more a result of Mark starting to soften once the stimulation lessened due, a good hour having past in quiet snuggling while they waited. The first trickles of her juices mixed with her virginity began to leak out onto his crotch; marking him with the gift she'd given him. Sensing that Tracy began to rock her hips forwards and backwards slightly, ensuring that she could feel him sliding within her rather than pulling her insides along with his shaft.

"Finally!" she hissed loudly, clutching at his shoulders as she moved to bolder strokes along his length riding it right up to her cervix each time. Having almost dozed off himself the gyrations of her hips and declaration quickly brought Mark back to full senses as the slender mouse mated him.

Oh but she was so beautiful! Mark couldn't help thinking. Tracy was arched up with her top clinging to her small chest, hands clamped to his shoulders as she bounced up and down on his erection. He couldn't believe such a magnificent creature had chosen him for her first time and his heart swelled with his burgeoning love for her. Slipping his hands up beneath her top he fondled and caressed her breasts tenderly, fingertips teasing over the surprisingly large nipples. A steady series of gasps and moans escaped him each time his erection bottomed out inside of her, the stimulation of the pressure to the head of his member sending spikes of pleasure to join the steady tide the velvety caress of her tight passage gliding over his shaft brought.

"Oh God I'm so close!" he gasped out, feeling the precum leaking out of him to mix with her juices, shaft washed clean by the steady trickle that had been flowing ever since she'd stretched enough to be able to ride him. His hands slid down her tummy gliding through the soft fur and moves to cup and knead her backside instead, rolling her rumpcheeks around heatedly while she lustily bounced along his hard tool.

"Cum with me love!" she cried out to him, her pace so fast for such a first-time mating. The heat of her loins impossible to restrain as all her pent up desires burst forth with a cry that left several people blocks away wondering what was up. Her insides tightening up once again in response to her release and rippling along his shaft trying to milk him.

Mark didn't need to be told twice he didn't have to hold back, and even if he tried there was no way he could have succeeded once she clamped down on his shaft the way she did. Shaft swelling he began to spray her insides with his seed, much of it forced up into her womb from the way she clung to him. Instinctively wrapping his arms around her he clutched Tracy to his chest, clinging to his lover as he emptied himself into her and she clung to him as well, claws sinking into his back in her need to hold him tight.

The lovers held each other close as their trembling bodies basked in the afterglow of shared love, only the sounds of the trees and animals around them greeting their ears along with their rapid breathing as they rested and recovered. Long minutes passed as they simply stroked and nuzzled and petted each other joined as only male and female may.

"I love you," Tracy finally said, breaking the silence between them as she rested her chin on his chest. "That was more than I ever hoped it would be."

"I love you too," Mark declared without a hint of doubt or concern, "and I never knew it could be so good either."

"Think we'll be able to do it again soon?" she asked, fingertips tracing idle patterns on his chest.

"I'm sure I can have another go soon, after I'm rested." He reassured her with a smile, reaching up to caress her head tenderly. "Although have to take a break and go get something to eat, can't go all day without."

"Oh I think we can find something here," she replied enigmatically, and Mark wondered just how thorough she'd been since she'd already arranged the blanket just in case.

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By the time the sun was setting Mark couldn't believe all he and Tracy had done; when she wasn't cuddling with him and chatting about this and that she was exploring as much of his body as she could and everything two bodies could do in the time that they had. Even for an athlete she'd quite drained him like no event ever had and still seemed to have more energy while the day was ending.

"Remember I'll always love you," she told him as she slipped the locket around his neck, pulling him down to where she could kiss him soundly and leaving the taste of mint upon his lips.

"And I you Tracy," he said in return. "And I'll wear this always," he promised her as he placed his hand on the locket.

Tracy smiled and hugged Mark about the waist before leading him down the path, her night-vision far keener than his since the trees lining it left it far too dark for a human to see by. He was reluctant to part with her and could see she was clearly reluctant to leave him as well but he had to get home and so did she. He just hoped his parents hadn't heard that he'd skipped school, the last thing he'd want was to be grounded after the day he had. Then again not that being grounded could ever diminish the wonderful day he'd enjoyed.

Unfortunately the grating voice of his mother as he unlocked the door and stepped into the house dashed those hopes he'd had.

"Mark, where have you been?! The school said you didn't show up today and we've been worried sick!" she declared, her green eyes sparking as she glared up at him.

"Just thought I'd skip a day, not like I don't have the grades to handle it," he hedged, trying to be as vague as he could be. No way did he want her to know what he'd really been doing!

"Well it's obvious you haven't heard but the Wildman's aren't with us anymore, their house caught fire this morning around 3AM and the school closed early today because of it," his mother stated.

"What are you talking about Mom?!" A cold shiver ran along Mark's spine and he stumbled back against the door. "They can't be dead, I mean Tracy's alive right?"

"No dear she didn't make it out," she replied, clueless as to the extent of his horror at hearing about the loss. "I'm afraid the whole family's a closed-casket funeral set sometime late next week."

"No, no, it can't be true!" he declared, unable to accept that in light of the day he'd had. Clutching at the cameo hanging from his neck he knew it just couldn't be true, only to find that when he opened it up there in the formerly blank plate in a handwriting he knew well it now read:

Mark-

I will always love you

-Tracy