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An Itch to Scratch

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

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

A warm summer breeze redolent with the scents of lilacs and hyacinth lazily wound its way between the apartment buildings and through the parking lots of the Lakeview Apartment Complex while the cloudless sky did nothing to impede the sun's revealing rays as they washed over the landscape below. Here and there people traveled in and out as they responded to their needs of the time; either to enjoy the areas set aside for playing or relaxing in the sun, to make use of their vehicles on their way to other locations, or to transport their latest shopping conquests inside. Few stood out in that general chaos, save for an oddly dressed and colored mouse as she wrestled with something in her trunk.

Shockingly pink fur covered the mouse from head to toe, while emerald green shorts and tube top covered as little as possible leaving little reason to believe she came in any color but pink. Her modest bosom was just ample enough to hold her top snuggly in place and high-heeled shoes just as green as the outfit she wore added several inches to her sleek form. To any passerby who could get past the distraction of her uplifted derriere and naked tail whipping about above it she had the kind of graceful form and tone body one would expect of a dancer or gymnast.

From the array of jewelry and other glittering items she wore she clearly liked to draw attention to herself. A good dozen earrings of various shapes and sizes lined her ears, the light flashing off of them in a nearly blinding rainbow of colors whenever the sun could hit them. Bracelets and anklets chimed against one another as she moved as well, with the only thing that could be classed as modest being the wrap-around sunglasses to protect her eyes from the bright summer day.

"Damn it come out of there!" she cursed as she fought with the heavy spare trying to wrestle it free from the junk and emergency gear scattered around in the trunk.

"Need some help there?" she heard from off to her right, a familiar voice with a rich friendly timber.

"Oh hey Jack! Yes, could you be a dear and get my spare out? I need to get it checked out and make sure it's good but it's stuck," she said as she pulled back and stood upright and gave her neighbor a smile.

"Anything for you pretty lady. So where do you want it once it's out?" he asked as he took her place under the hood and started to look things over.

"Just take it to my apartment, I'll roll it down to the shop later," she murred softly, frowning at the dirt and grease she's gotten onto her bare hands and claws.

"No problem Donna," he replied, reaching around the tire and shifting things around until he found what it was caught on and worked it free. From there it was easy enough to heft it out of the trunk and roll it towards their apartment block.

They were quite the study in contrasts and similarities as the mouse walked alongside the human. Flashy as she was he was quite subdued, attired in dress pants of neutral gray and plain white button up shirt with a matching gray tie fit snugly about his neck. No jewelry adorned him only a simple watch rested on his right wrist, with simple wire-frame glasses fitted with a flip-down shade to protect against the sun's rays. Where she was bright pink he came in black for his hair, with only his green eyes to give a splash of color to him. With her heels on she also just came up even to him instead of having the three-inch difference between them be so obvious.

"You know it's a good thing you came along when you did, I wanted to ask you for some help with something," she noted casually as they made their way to her apartment.

"Thought you just did," he said with a wink and a nod to the tire resting beneath his hands.

"You know what I mean," she said, punching his shoulder lightly. "It can wait until we're back in the apartment though."

Jack chuckled and nodded, wondering what she needed. Probably something fixed up around her apartment that the management considered a tenant problem, although there weren't too many of those problems. Always nice to help a friend out though and being neighbors for years they got along fairly well. If only she were available he thought, but such was life he guessed.

"Just lean it right up there at the door Jack," Donna said after unlocking all the locks and leading the way inside. The front living room fairly spacious for apartment living, and decorated with a range of furnishings that many would envy for their tastefulness and expense. A contrast indeed with her own flamboyant self. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked on her way to the kitchen alcove, eager to wash the dirt from her hands.

"Given the weather some of that fruit punch of yours would be a godsend," he replied, seeing to his own clean-up in the half bath-room right at the front entrance alongside where the guest closet for hanging things was situated.

"Coming right up then," she murred, the tinkle of ice dropping into glass soon joining the noise of her jewelry as she fixed up a glass for each of them. Taking a moment to place her sunglasses on the counter she rejoined him in the living room.

"Here you go," she said as she offered a glass to him, then setting out coasters on the coffee table and having a seat on one of the chairs opposite the couch where he stood.

"Thanks," he said before making himself comfortable as he had a seat on the couch. "Mmmm that's good," he declared as he had a drink, the fruit flavor exploding delightfully against his taste buds. "So what's this problem you need help with?"

"Well it's a bit delicate to ask," she said, looking uncomfortably shy for the first time he could ever remember. "See I've got this problem that's been bothering me for a while now, an itch you might say that I've just not been able to scratch. I really wasn't sure who to ask for help but given we've been good neighbors for years and you've always been a stand-up guy I thought I'd see if you could help."

"An itch? I don't know how to help with that, unless you need something picked up for it," he replied, quite clueless as to what she wanted.

"Not that kind of itch Jack," Donna sighed, tail twitching behind her as she squirmed nervously in her chair. "We've talked openly before so I'll just blurt it out bluntly; I need a male to mate me and I'd rather it be you than some stranger."

"But aren't you a lesbian?" he asked, shocked enough at the request he fell back on the easiest question to ask while his brain tried to process what he'd been asked. The idea of doing anything with her hadn't crossed his mind since she'd told him that years ago when he first tried asking her out.

"Yes Jack, I still find just other females attractive especially sexually, but that's not the point," she explained, forcing herself to put her glass onto its coaster before she shattered it in her nervous clutching at it. "I've had this growing feeling inside of me for months now that I've not been able to satisfy. It hasn't mattered what my partner's done this itch just won't go away. I think it's because fingers, tongues, plastic, and the rest just won't substitute."

"Oh, uhm, okay," he said, still stalling for time as he tried to process it all. It wasn't like he'd ever had anyone make such an offer to him before and he generally got shot down like when he'd asked her out a week after he moved on.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but it's driving me crazy. I just can't satisfy it and I don't know if you can either but could you please try? For me?" she asked, silver eyes sparkling with the moisture gathering on them. "Plus you can say in the future you were so appealing a lesbian had to have you," she said weakly, trying to add in some humor to break the tension.

"I wouldn't do anything as crass as that," he stated firmly, although privately thought it would give him much to comfort him on the lonely nights.

"I know Jack," she said, smiling weakly. Slipping from her chair she padded over to sit down next to him on the couch. "Uhm, if you agree, well the itch isn't where you're probably thinking it is. I don't know if that'd turn you off or not," she told him, the air conditioning bringing the scent of her sweat just from the short time outside to his nostrils.

"I'm afraid my brain's not working right now, what do you mean by that Donna?"

"That itch, well it's under my tail and not where you were probably thinking," she explained, ears flushing pink with embarrassment while she stared at him trying to read his emotions.

"You mean, you need it, well, I mean, there?!" he stammered, eyes darting down to her backside and back up again to meet hers.

"Is that a problem?" she asked, trying to keep her own emotions in check as the itch had gotten worse just discussing it with him and she had to struggle not to reach back and touch herself. The possible disappointment of being rejected left her with a cold spot inside if he denied her after she'd left herself so vulnerable to him.

"N-no, just uhm well I've never done that before," he confessed.

"That's okay neither have I," she said with a wink, since she didn't really count any of those failed attempts to satisfy her as qualifying.

"You really want me for that?" he asked, blushing at the wink and at the painful erection he'd started to develop both from the general topic of conversation and her own nearness. The idea that she was available and how long since he'd last been successful had left him revving up quite unbidden and having to adjust himself without any hope of doing it discretely and without being seen.

"What have we been talking about the last five minutes?" she stated, eyes rolling at the question. "Plus looks like part of you already agrees," she teased, keeping up a confident front in hopes it'd help him too. She didn't want him to see how nervous it was leaving her seeing the strain his arousal was having on his pants, and thinking how she'd be letting a male for the first time claim a part of her.

"Well I did say anything for you," he said noting her earlier comment, quite unawares how broad that anything really would end up being.

"Can we, right now?" she asked hesitantly, tail vibrating with her barely concealed tension. "You have no idea how crazy this is making me especially talking about it with you."

"If you think it'll help, I can't stand the thought of you suffering if I can help," he declared, only to be taken aback by the swiftness of her reply.

"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she cried, giving him a tight hug and showering his face and neck with kisses and nuzzles. The relief she felt so intense she didn't even think that it was a male she was showering such attention on. She'd barely finished that up before she was up on her feet and facing away from him as she removed her shorts. Given the haste with which she unsnapped the tail restraint that was all that held them up and shimmied out of them one would think she did so as much to keep from backing out as from a rush to consummate things.

In the heat of the moment Donna was all out in her display, tail hiked along her back out of the way while she stood before him with her feet a good two feet apart and twisted outward to best reveal things to the gawking Jack. Her perfect pink tailhole on display soon joined by her bare folds as she bent down and rested her hands on the coffee table, three heavy gold rings lining each lip and glinting in the light.

"Don't bother with undressing just give it to me Jack," she murred huskily, tailhole winking as if blowing him a kiss while her claws scratched at the edge of the table as she clutched at it. Her hips seemed to sway about invitingly as she couldn't keep from rolling them in her excitement.

There wasn't any way for him to resist that kind of invitation once it was out there before him. She was quite the beautiful mouse and the display so erotic even if he wanted to he couldn't have held back now that it was offered to him. The sound of his pants unzipping followed by the unsnapping of their sole button quickly reached her ears while she looked back over her shoulder at him.

He was certainly big enough to give her vibrators a challenge; she couldn't help thinking as his erection bobbed into view. Although she'd never had one that was a real male in shape before so this was the first she'd ever seen one personally. She shivered in anticipation at the idea of it going into her and jumped a little at his hand coming to rest on her backside, stroking over the soft pink-furred curves of her derriere.

"You are just gorgeous," he breathed, causing her to flush with embarrassment from the praise. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that by far but certainly one of many firsts today given its source. She then blinked and squealed a little when his erection touched her sex.

"Not there! I told you in the rump!" she exclaimed then blushed some more as she worried a neighbor might hear.

"But I can't just stick it in without something on it, I don't want to hurt you," he replied, only his considerate nature having kept him from giving in to his pent up need and indeed doing just that.

"Okay, but just a little, not all the way. Just enough to get the end wet," she informed him, gazing upside down between her legs and gigglemurring a little at the odd sight of his maleness and dangling sack. It seemed so silly for some reason compared to what she had. "Just take your time going in I'm not going anywhere," she added, eager to find out if the real deal in her backside would deal with that itch she had and wanting to drag it out if it did help.

"Okay," was his reply, left hand reaching up to spread her folds by the convenient rings piercing them while the right rested on her backside stroking at her bare bottom and occasionally at her tailhole. It was all so fantastic he'd have thought it a dream but for how very real her insides felt as he slipped the first few inches into her damp sex. He'd have loved to have gone in all the way but feared she'd call it all off if he did so, so simply moved it in and out for just the first few inches to get the tip wet before moving up to rest it against her winking anal ring.

"Ohhhhh yesssss," she hissed once she felt the head touching her rear entrance, feeling her own juices wetting it as he clutched at her rumpcheeks and held them apart. She could almost feel his hot gaze on it as he pushed and pulled back, pushed and pulled back, each time a little harder as he stretched that resisting ring a little more each time. Then as he pushed forward during one of those winking moments the resistance abruptly lessened and he found himself sinking those first few inches into her tight clinging hole.

Donna's breath caught in her throat and her eyes opened wide as they could at the sudden shock of feeling him slide into her. Even just a few inches leaving her awash with both the pain of the sudden stretching and the unexpected pleasure that it brought. Oh but even without anything more going on she could tell that this was indeed what she needed to deal with her itch. She'd have forced even more of his shaft into her if he hadn't been holding her backside so tightly, ironically to keep himself from doing just that.

"Ouch!" Jack cried when her tail whipped around and caught him hard enough to leave a welt, right hand quickly reaching to catch the wildly flailing tail before it tagged him again. Having released one of her cheeks his remaining hand wasn't enough to keep her from pushing back onto another inch of his hard shaft, the tight ring gripping at his intruding shaft and leaving him feeling the throbbing beat of her heart where they met. So eager to be finally free of her itch there was little he could do to slow things up as she pushed her buns back to his crotch.

"Oh this is sooooo what I've been needing!" she panted out as each inch of his proud male member sank between her cheeks, feeling her insides filled in a way that they'd never been filled before. The steady rapid beat of their hearts joined there inside her hot depths where she clung to him, tail still trying to whip about while Jack wrapped it around his waist to make it easier to hold onto.

By the time her furry buns met his crotch he was already leaking some precum into her bowels, the combination of sexy lesbian mouse so eagerly lusting after his shaft and months since his last lover having him already on the edge. Still he wasn't going to let himself be shamed cumming so soon into things as her anal ring became wedded to the base of his shaft. Instead he ran his hands up along her sides pulling her tail along with the left, caressing her flanks as he covered her and nuzzled at the side of her neck.

Any other time she'd have not allowed such liberties with her body but as she felt her itch fading and a feeling of completion washing over her she simply reveled in that wonderful feeling his member had set to filling her. His hands were even welcome as they began to fondle and stroke her bosom, fingertips brushing over the hard nipples that poked up from her small but proud breasts.

Tightening her tail around Jack's waist she held him in place rather than letting him hump away at her as she could feel him trying to do. It just felt too good to let him go at it so soon into things. He didn't seem to mind either as he simply held her playing with her chest and releasing her tail now that she seemed more in control of herself. Not knowing if he'd ever have such an opportunity again he was in no mood to rush things and was content to savor the moment as he rested on top of her, wishing he'd had the option of removing his shirt to enjoy more of her fur against his body.

Still instinct and desire can only be resisted for so long and soon her tail's resistance faded and Jack's hips settled into that motion instinct and practice guided them in. His thrusts were slow and gentle at first given how little lubrication there was, with the tight grip of her tailhole sliding along the length sending shockwaves along his nerves. It seemed unwilling to loosen up and sacrifice any of its hold on him as he slid in and out, eagerly drawing him inside when he thrust into her.

With each thrust stoking the fires within her Donna's tail soon looped down between Jack's legs, sliding along the crack of his rumpcheeks and beneath his dangling sack as it curved up to press against her now dripping folds. Her thighs wet with her juices already only grew wetter as her tail added its silent voice to things. Sliding back and forth along her naked folds and grinding up against her clit as his thrusts worked her tail at the same time. It was such a fabulous sensation she couldn't hold out much longer and cut loose with a squeal of orgasmic delight that was heard throughout the building. Her insides clutched at his shaft as best they could as they tried to hold him inside her as she rode that crashing tide.

Donna was just starting to settle into her afterglow when Jack climaxed with a muffled cry into her own furry neck, his hands holding tight to her bosom as his shaft pulsed inside of her washing her insides with his hot seed. The panting mouse almost orgasmed again from the unexpected sensation of his member emptying his hot male juice into her. It was like nothing she'd ever expected, and that itch she couldn't scratch was washed away leaving soothing warmth behind.

Weak in the knees after such a draining experience the mouse slid down until she was resting on top of her coffee table, covered by Jack. She could feel his weight resting on top of her while his shaft remained snuggly in her derriere, leaving her to shrug and cross her arms beneath her head as she rested her head upon them. There wasn't any reason to hurry him off of her and plenty of reason to keep enjoying that nice feeling he'd left her with.

"Mmmmm, thank you so much," she murred richly, almost like a contented feline rather than a mouse. "That was soooo what I needed Jack. How can I ever repay you?"

"You already have," he whispered into her ear, in no more hurry than she was to bring things to a close.

"Well if I have any further itches I'll come right to you," she told him with a smile and saucy wiggle of her hips.

"That's all the payment I need," he agreed with a return smile and playful kiss on her cheek.