Decisions and Sacrfice Two
#3 of Decisions and Sacrifice Fic
chapter two
BIKER MICE FROM MARS
IN
Decisions and Sacrifice
BY
WHIPBLADE
Part Two
Vinnie stretched his cramped legs. Wincing at the slight pain the leg cast caused, he sighed settling his head back on Throttle's lap. The small lone bench was hardly big enough for one to lay down, let alone one to curl up on and the other to sit. Gazing up, Vinnie noticed his bros light breathing and chin resting on his tawny chest. 'I hope your getting some sleep.' Vinnie thought before gazing out at the dark lab.
Far above the lab in Limburger's office.
A sleepless Limburger sat behind his desk hatching yet another evil scheme. So far it seemed good.
"Call in a super villain to infiltrate the remaining mouse and destroy the Last Chance Garage. In the process it would give me information as to the where about of the annoying rodents hide out. Thus making it easier and more cost efficient to attack one location and BOOM!" He tossed his hands in the air. "Ha ha ha *snort* ha ha, yes that would be a red letter day indeed." He pondered rubbing his chin. "But who to call in?" Annoyed at his lackeys apparent absent, Limburger pressed a button on the intercom before politely bellowing. "KARBUNKLE!"
The scientist, wearing his usual doctors' garb, plus a night cap, entered the office from below via a trap door. "You bellowed you're untimely over ripeness?" he lisped stifling a yawn.
"In deed. Is there anything in that Rolodex that can accomplish a rather meaningful task?" Limburger inquired.
"Ah, which task?" Karbunkle groggily asked rubbing his goggled covered eyes.
The Plutarkian over seeing Chicago's destruction didn't realize his minions sleep deprived state.
"To capture the remaining biker mouse at large, and, to top it all off. Level that insignificant, annoying grease spot called the Last Chance Garage!" Limburger yelled, his worm breath blowing into the sleepy doctors' face.
"Ahh, yes." Karbunkle gagged at the odorous onslaught. "your over ripe cheesy-ness." Karbunkle wheezed pulling a Rolodex out of his coat pocket. He flipped threw the cards. "Ahh I know just the rat you're looking for."
"Not another rodent!" Limburger yelled slamming his fist on his desk. "Every last fur covered tail whipping villain has thus far failed!"
"Ah, but this is not just any other rodent your excellence. This rat can look like a mouse at will." The sleepy scientist endorsed his decision while Limburger stood up.
"A shape shifter?" Limburger inquired, receiving an affirmative nod, the Plutarkian's face lifted in delight. "Wonderful! Easily infiltrating those vile rodents, er rodent from the inside!"
Activating the secrete elevator in the center of the office floor, both Karbunkle and Limburger disappeared below.
The loud whoosh of the lab door woke Vinnie from his light sleep. Gazing at the three figures, the white mouse rubbed his eyes and shifted to watch the Lard butt, Quack and Oil faucet stroll towards the transporter.
With a slight pain, he sat up and shook Throttle's shoulder firmly. The tawny mouse grumbled but didn't say anything. Vinnie figured his bro. was still asleep. With mixed emotions of fury and worry Vinnie watched as Camembert's lackeys called in yet another super villain.
The bright transporter light faded leaving a figure of a rat standing in the foggy mist. Vinnie glared at the rat. 'A rat!' he fumed silently. 'Kinda big and dark for a Martian rat, snouts a little too narrow too.' Vinnie criticized only to shake his head. 'Like there's really other rats or mice out there.' he thought. Vinnie shook Throttle arm roughly hoping to wake his bro.
"What Vincent!?" Throttle's sharp voice snapped.
As soon as Throttle talked did Vinnie realized he had now way to show or tell his bro of the impending danger to Modo.
Throttle sighed he really wish he could see. He knew something was happening out there and he couldn't even see it. Sniffing, the foul odor of rat distinctively polluted the air.
"Don't worry Vincent. Whatever low life Limburger brought in Modo will beat 'em. Easily."
Vinnie rolled his eyes. He wanted to slap his tan bro up side the head but refrained. Instead he watched the activities out side their cage.
Throttle took the opportunity of Vinnie's silence to work on amplifying his hearing. Without sight he needed to know the world at large somehow. And right now sitting in a Plutarkian controlled building scent was not a favored option.
The transport's fog swirled lazily around the ankles of the called in villain. "I hear you have a little mouse problem." The tall rat said, his voice a gravely hiss.
"Indeed, just one rodent really. Big, strong, rather dim." Limburger said sizing up the new villain.
The rat, a 7-foot creature with black fur and beady yellow eyes wore black leather chaps over khakis, a long sleeve leather jacket with silver studs lining the cuffs, collar and hem. Thick silver chains dangled from his waist more of a fashion statement than a belt. A small silver chain connected to three studs dangled from the rats left ear.
"Extermination of the filthy cheese eater will be my pleasure." He sneered. "As long as I get paid." he added eyeing the fish disguised as a human.
"Yes of course... upon success of your mission." Limburger stated cautiously.
Throttle tilted his head, the voice wasn't familiar as someone he knew, but familiar in accent and form. Almost like...like. Throttle frowned, he couldn't recall from where, but it wasn't Mars.
"It'll be easy as introducing the plague." The rat said to Limburger before strolling over to the cell holding the two Biker Mice. "Well, well if it isn't two caged test subjects. Hear mice are pretty important in gene research. Humans just love to strap them to steel slabs, cut them open.., sometimes when they are still alive.., and dissect them just to hear them scream. Or better yet, they inject gene-gnomes causing cancer, heart attacks and brain tumors all under the facade of finding a cure... when they really delight themselves in the mice's pain. I know I do."
"That isn't true!" Throttle snapped his head was only slightly tilted towards the rough voice.
"Then tell me, mouse. Why haven't you exposed yourselves to the human race?" the rat quizzed.
Neither mouse said a word.
That's what I thought." The rat grinned. "I'd give you my card, but you mice are in need of a mortician, not a mercenary."
"Mr..." Limburger started in an attempt to direct the rats' attention back to the mission at hand.
"Rat-Stein." The rat said turning from the mouse filled cell.
"Mr. Rat-Stein, do we have a deal?"
"Yes, that mouse is as good as trapped." Rat-Stein boasted strolling towards the short round Plutarkian.
"Excellent. Follow me then, we'll work out all the details." Limburger stated waving his hand for the villain to follow.
"Modo and Charley are going to flatten that rat in no time." Throttle muttered to Vinnie.
Vinnie sighed. He really hated not being able to talk.
****
The pain from the metal brace around Vinnie's jaw seemed to increase with the tingling itch that the shaved fur caused. The pain in his chest was more annoying than true hurt. Pacing the cell Vinnie lashed his tail against the bars and walls.
"Just hold still now, one more adjustment..." Karbunkle cooed to Throttle who, in turn, screamed.
Vinnie winced with his bros voice. Throttle was back on the sadists operating table. Drills and other surgical equipment whined, beeped and buzzed, while the doctor once again attempted whatever unnecessary surgical tortures.
'And I can't even stop him!' Vinnie snarled to himself before punching the brick wall hard, an audible crack of bone against stone sounded. The sharp movement of his shoulders ached his ribs, which hurt his hip, re-pulling his leg muscles. Automatic reaction was to scream in pain, which resulted in more pain caused by the wires holding his jaw in place. Whimpering in self inflected pain Vinnie sat down on the bunk and sulked while nursing his jarred injuries.
"We got work to do." Grease pit said as he and Rat-Stein paraded across the lab. The few goons who patrolled the lab, constantly keeping an eye on the prisoners left their posts and followed Grease Pit out.
Taking the opportunity, Vinnie began to work on the lock. Using his tail as a pick, he worked while Throttle screamed.
Karbunkle chuckled unaware that the click he heard was the cage door opening, not the wires to the bionic eyes snapping in place.
Feeling more than just a little guilty, Vinnie slipped out of the jail cell. He couldn't very well knock Karbunkle out and grab his bro, much as he wanted to. But Throttle's face was again covered in blood, the tawny's eye sockets unveiled and empty.
Vinnie didn't know how risky it would be to his bro if he interrupted Karbunkle who was still prying and prodding at his bros skull. Could Throttle die without those machines if he was unhooked?
Not being anything near a medical technician and unwilling to risk his bros life like that, Vinnie quietly slipped towards the stairwell, his tail snaked towards his mask hanging on a hook by the door. The irritating and frightening noises masked his entrance into the stairwell.
Vinnie raced down the stairs white slipping his mask back on, making sure it was in place before he tossed open the next door.
He knew Charley could figure out how to rescue Throttle without making things worse for the tan mouse. And that was where he was heading.
He didn't bother look back to see in the towers defenses were on, he just kept running down the dark cool night street. Despite the sheering pain in his broken leg.
By the time he reached the Last Chance Garage, his lungs felt like they were going to burst, his broken leg felt like it re-broke in several places with currents of pain shooting upwards. The rest of him hurt from the long hard movements of running.
'Surly Charley girl would be asleep and Modo at the hangout' he thought.
Turning the doorknob, he found it locked. With what little strength he had, Vinnie kicked at and pounded on the door.
A light flicked on from somewhere inside, once the silhouette of a groggy person came into view did Vinnie gratefully stop his attack on the door.
"VINNIE!" Charley screamed in delight as she tore open the door. Her arms flew around the white hero's neck.
The white mouse blushed wanting to say so many things right then, he sighed and settled with a hug and running his fingers tenderly over her cheek while smiling affectionately.
"Vinnie, you lug head, we've been so worried!" Charley said as she continued to hold onto the white mouse.
The blush that was still on the white mouse face when movement behind Charley caught his eye. Looking over the human female shoulder, he spotted his gray furred bro.
"Vin-man!" Modo yelled rushing and hugging his bro, and Charley. "Bro! It's good to see you." he said backing up to look at the white mouse. Modo frowned at the metal structure around Vinnie's shaved muzzle. The stitches that ran down from the corners of his mouth to above his throat, the ones under and around Vinnie's nose. The large bruise over the rib cage.
"Bro... what did they do to you?" Modo asked concerned flanking his face.
Vinnie hung his head not wanting to look at Modo or Charley.
"It's okay Vinnie. Lets get you inside." She said ushering the two threw the open door.
"Bro, Where's Throttle?" Modo asked looking out over the empty dark streets.
************
"Genetic manipulation of a mouse embryo?" Karbunkle questioned as he stood looking over Rat-Steins shoulder.
"Yes, its perfect. The speed and skill of a rat, the rage and lack of mortality of a mouse. It is the perfect weapon. Add an accelerate gene to the aging process and you have one well oiled, expandable and easily controlled army of cross breeds." Rat-Stein stated as he continued to punch away at the keyboard. Pictures of the three Biker Mice flashed on screen.
"And how do you plan to acquire this genetic material?" Karbunkle asked leaning against the back of the rats chair.
"You have two very good donors in the other room." Rat-Stein pointed out.
"Ahh, one." Karbunkle corrected as he stepped back.
"One?" Rat-Stein asked as he swiveled the chair to face the humanoid doctor.
"Yess, somehow the other escaped." Karbunkle admitted as annoyance creased his face.
"Well, one donor then. Not like there's any difference, all mice are the same." Rat-Stein stated with a wave of his blackish paw.
"Ahh how so?" Karbunkle inquired.
"Stupid." Rat-Stein laughed as he stood up and headed for the next room.
Rat-Stein studied the groggy tan mouse who was still recovering from the eye surgery. The rats ugly dark fur became shorter, softer and lighter, soon it mimicked the same color and texture as Throttle's. The rats long bent snout shortened becoming cute and perfect with little white bucked teeth. Rat-Stein's short narrow ears grew furry then larger and thicker till they stood out like pancakes.
Taking off his ear rings, Rat-Stein placed in Throttle's stud and loop. Measuring the mouse, Rat-Stein's height decreased while his muscles increased. Picking up Throttle's vest and boots the rat grinned evilly while donning them. His long pink tail turned tan and fuzzy, his red eyes mimicked Throttle's old ones, flipping the field specs on his face, Rat-Stein stood admiring himself in the mirror.
"I hope you appreciate my sacrifice rodent." Rat-Stein snarled as he tossed aside his riding chaps and chain belt. He traded his khakis for blue jeans.
Grease Pit stood perplexed at the two mice that looked exactly the same. Only one was outside of the cell and the other in the cell. "Duh, how we gonna tells them apart?" The goon asked Karbunkle.
Karbunkle shrugged.
"Your brothers will never know what hit them." Rat-Steins deep gravel voice snarled.
"You'll never get away with it." Throttle snapped his light sandy voice sharp with anger.
"You'll never get away with it." Rat-Stein repeated, his voice changing into Throttle's very own. "And what makes you think they wont?"
Throttle winced at the perfect image of his very self-standing where the rat once stood. "They'll know." Throttle said bitterly.
"Oh, no they wont." Rat-Stein smiled arrogantly "For I know much of your freedom fighting days on Mars. The records kept here on your furry adventures are quite accurate to your personalities. I have all the information and tools I need to be you." Rat-Stein, mimicking as Throttle said before heading towards the exit.
Throttle winced when the lab doors banged shut. The Martian mouse prayed that his bros would figure things out before it was too late.
****
"Ah, there ain't nothing more fillin' than hot dogs eh bro?" Modo teased his bro before he leaned back in his chair. His empty dinner plate in front of him and Vinnie sulking across the table with half a bowl of soup. The contraption around his bros face made talking and eating solids impossible.
Vinnie glared at his large gray furred bro. The white mouse continued to stir his soup, with a straw.
Modo laughed as Vinnie sucked on the straw trying to get the itty bitty end to suck up the soup.
The two were inseparable now more than ever. With Throttle still in Limburger's clutches and a super villain rat called in, they didn't want taking any risks leaving Charley alone, or being alone themselves.
Vinnie winced as his bandages shifted slightly against his bruised ribs. His bandaged left hand matched his new cast leg. Charley and Modo both refused to take the metal contraption off his face. Much to his displeasure, Charley started to feed him healthy liquid foods. Vinnie didn't like it to too much, nope not at all. But after one taste of blended hot dog mush, he wasn't protesting as hard.
As if rubbing it in, Modo reached over and refilled Vinnie's glass of milk. Smiling Modo stood up and cleared his own plate. "Ah'll go help Charley girl with your bike repairs." he said before leaving the make-shift kitchen.
Vinnie sighed, he continued to slop his meal. He was hungry it was the only reason he tried so hard to eat, other wise he would have thrown the bowl at Modo already.
'I wish we could go rescue Throttle, mann this just ain't fair.' Vinnie thought. 'But what could we do? Hope Karbunkle was finished with destroying whatever eyesight Throttle had. What if we rode in there and Throttle was on the table opened up like some autopsy patient? None of us wanted to risk interrupting something like that... even if we did managed to get Karbunkle away from Throttle, Charley said she doesn't have that kind of training. We can't move him, let alone get him to Mars without risking infection or further injury.' He sighed knowing Charley was right, they would just have to bide their time.
He slopped soup down the front of his chest. 'Great! Just great!' he complained while wiping the mess off his fur. 'There ought ta be a law against this.' Vinnie grumbled then thought a moment longer. 'Right, me bed ridden with a feeding tube marring up my gorgeous throat? I think not.' he huffed.
"Some one order hot dogs?" A familiar sandy voice rang threw the garage.
Modo was the first to see Throttle standing in the doorway holding a box of hot dogs with the works. "Throttle!!" He yelled rushing to the tan mouse and trapping him in a bear hug.
"Ugh, big guy... food." Throttle chuckled trying to keep the box from spilling.
"Let me take that." Charley said snatching the box and putting it aside. "It's good to see you." She said as Modo let go of his friend.
"Always a pleasure to see you Charley." Throttle said with a smile as he hugged her.
Without warning, a white blur flew past Modo and Charley knocking into Throttle, the two hit the floor. Vinnie never been so glad to see Throttle in his life. Smiling he tousled Throttles hair before looking at the tans face. The fur was short and the stitches weren't there. Vinnie stood up helping Throttle up off the floor. Modo and Charley laughed.
"He missed you." Charley said.
"Yeah think?" Throttle chuckled turning away from Vinnie.
"He's not the only one bro." Modo said eyeing the hot dogs. "We just ate."
Throttle frowned. "Darn, I got to scarf these down all by my lonesome?"
"Vinnie, are you done?" Charley girls' stern voice stated.
Vinnie's head lowered as he slowly limped back towards the kitchen.
"Looks like your not eating alone." Modo winked.
Throttle chuckled as he took the hot dogs and headed into the kitchen.
The four settled in the living room once lunch was done. Vinnie sat on the couch beside Charley Girl. Throttle was in the recliner and Modo took up the new swivel chair.
"Bro, how did you escape Karbunkle?" Modo asked.
"It was the strangest thing, the guards vanished, and Karbunkle left me alone for the night. I pretty much walked out." Throttle said.
Vinnie's eyes widened, he went to say something only to be reminded to stay mute by pain. With a sigh he nodded before putting his good foot up on the coffee table.
"What did that low life do to you?" Charley asked noticing that Throttle was giving Vinnie the cold shoulder treatment. She couldn't help but wonder why.
"That's the oddest thing, he fixed my eyes, and that was it." Throttle replied. "I haven't gotten a clue what else if, anything he did."
"Fixed them?" Modo asked curiously.
"Yeah." Throttle said flipping his shades up, his pink eyes, looking normal, were visible and the light wasn't affecting them.
"Wow." Modo muttered, the room fell into silence.
Vinnie reached for the flicker only to have his hand slapped by Charley. He dropped it sighing heavily, his tail twitching.
Throttle smirked watching the mute Vinnie become frustrated with his lack of communication. 'your first you white cheese eater.' Rat-Stein thought.
****
Throttle clenched his teeth as pain rippled threw his entire body. Electrical shocks made him spasm as his body fought desperately for control. Karbunkle stood above the tan mouse with a sinister smile on the evil genius's face.
"Yes, soon, soon..." Karbunkle encouraged.
Throttle let out a hiss before a howl of rage.
Karbunkle smiled as he turned away from the test subject.
Throttle glared at the scientist only to be rewarded with a new series of electrical shocks.
****
The Quigley Field scoreboard, a hollow and empty place that most humans tend to avoid. But for three Martian Mice and a certain mechanic, it was home away from home.
Charley had been dreading this moment as she sat at the table. Vinnie was a horrible cook, in fact even Modo looked a little skeptical at Vinnie's mute grin and the bowl in his hands. It was a special Saturday celebration meal.
Sitting beside Charley and Throttle Modo tried to see what was in the bowl. "Bro.. what do you call this?" as a pile of orange-ish slime with specks of red and green, landed in a plate in front of him.
Vinnie's grin widened as he winked at the large gray mouse.
If it was anyone else, Modo would have slugged them.
Vinnie used the wooden spoon to scoop out this concoction of what earthlings called gumbo. With a plop the food landed in the respective plates. Vinnie sat down looking at the soup broth he had and the gumbo he had made for everyone else. He just hoped that everything wasn't horrible tasting.
The three looked at each other before nervously dipping their forks into the thick strange mixture with little floating things.
Modo was the first to pop it into his mouth. He chewed once then stopped he looked at Vinnie then at Charley then at his plate before swallowing.
"Charley ma'am, did you help Vinnie make this?" He asked cautiously.
"No, why?" Charley asked looking at her fork.
"Try it." Modo encouraged before looking at Vinnie who was smiling ear to oversized ear.
Charley and Throttle both took a bite then realized why Modo was staring at the white mouse.
"Oh my, Vinnie! You can cook!" Charley exclaimed as she hugged him. "Great! Now you can start helping with dinner!"
If it could, Vinnie's mouth would have dropped open in protest.
Throttle remained silent until Charley sat down. "What place did you order take out from?" his voice was slightly chilled.
Vinnie gave a pout before standing up and handing the cookbook to his tan bro. Throttle looked over it and the Martian scribbles beside the words.
"Hrmf" was all Throttle could think to say before handing the book back to Vinnie who was now sitting trying to slurp his soup. He wasn't really hungry, he just wanted to do what everyone else was doing.
Charley Girl filled her mouth before she could comment at Throttle's rather rude behavior towards Vinnie's cooking.
***
Throttle hadn't left the table for hours as Karbunkle worked. The tan mouse had never been so ashamed and full of rage before. Even when Karbunkle had taken his eyes, or harmed his bro's back on Mars. But this was the worst that Throttle had ever faced. His own body manipulated to aid Karbunkle's twisted desires and hideous plan.
"Mice and Rats can't breed you neophiliac." Throttle hissed.
"Ahhh, but you are mistaken mouse." Karbunkle wheezed. "Genetic cousins can, with provocation to the ahhh... gnome, breed."
Throttle's face crinkled up in disgust. "It can't be done." he muttered sourly.
Karbunkle chuckled hearing the mouse's denial while examining the very fertile sample under the microscope. "Ahh, maybe you are right..." Karbunkle started. "But even so, with your genetic material, I can breed a super breed of mice. All under my complete control, rather than attempt to brainwash you any further."
Throttle scowled. "What do you mean, brainwash me?" He snapped looking up to the ugly face looming above him.
"Do you really think you escaped my lab so easily on Mars? Yess, I was disappointed you took the others. But gaining the rest of those pesky Freedom Fighters was worth losing you first four." Karbunkle snapped before going back to studying the samples he had collected.
Throttle's eyes closed then opened a couple times, trying to remember what he did about the escape from the lab back on Mars. He paused. 'Why did they leave Mars? Why didn't they return like they should have? Instead they went chasing after leads to find Harley.' "Why?" the tan mouse whispered.
"Because you three are, were the most dangerous aspect of the Plutarkian invasion. Breaking up the group of you was perfect. Even with you meddlesome rodents confined in a lab the Overlord was nervous. That's why." Karbunkle stated as he wrote some notes in a book.
Throttle didn't like that knowledge, but just how much was a lie? It didn't matter, he had a more pressing need. "Hey doc, when can I use the can?"
Karbunkle turned looking at the tipped up face of his experiment. "Can?" he wheezed.
"Bathroom." Throttle corrected himself.
Karbunkle looked at the mouse curiously before nodding.
Throttle hissed as a catheter was placed in him. "Not what I meant."
"Deal with it rodent!" Karbunkle snapped as he went back to doing whatever he was doing.
***
At the scoreboard the four were just cleaning up lunch as Charley started to prepare to go back to work.
"Bro's, I'm going to escort Charley back to the Last Chance." Modo stated once lunch was cleaned up.
Throttle nodded. "All right, radio us when you get there and when you leave. Just in case anything happens." The tan leader said.
Modo mounted his bike as Charley mounted hers. "I will." he assured kicking his bike to life.
Vinnie watched them leave as did Throttle. Seconds ticked by, then minutes, finally it was more than apparent that Modo wasn't going to come back for a bit.
Vinnie turned on the tap, allowing water to cascade down on top of the dirty dishes. Throttle strolled up behind Vinnie and turned the water off. Vinnie turned around to see why.
"Vincent." Throttle started as he grabbed a hold of the neck bandanna. "You left me alone under Karbunkle's knife." He accused.
Vinnie's head tilted to the side not understanding.
"You owe me Vinnie. I risked my life to save yours and you abandoned me. You owe me your life. Bro." Throttle snapped.
The smaller mouse couldn't believe what he was hearing. Throttle demanded payment for escaping? Didn't he do what Throttle would have wanted him to?
"I'm gonna collect, Vincent. But I don't want your life." Throttle said bringing Vinnie closer till they were snouts to snout. "I want your body, Vinnie."
Vinnie's eyes widened as Throttle's free hand grabbed his rear and pressed their hips together. There was no mistaking what his tan furred bro wanted. The bulge pressing against his abdomen was all the evidence he needed. Vinnie struggled trying to push Throttle away from him. There was no way, no how he was going to let anyone, bro or not do that to him.
"What's a matter Vinnie? All that hot air you spatter about being gods gift to woman is a lie? I may not be a female Vinnie, but your gonna be my bitch." Throttle said huskily as he kissed Vinnie firmly on the mouth.
A whimper escaped the whites throat. He couldn't hurt Throttle, but ... maybe Throttle was just trying to scare him. His bro never would... would what?
***
Charley looked at the big gray mouse sitting on his bike eyeing the CB. He radioed in, but no one answered, he was getting concerned.
"You know Modo, they could just have the TV or radio too loud to hear the CB." Charley said smiling at the big mouse.
"Your right Charley ma'am, they wouldn't be doing something silly when they're expecting a call." Modo agreed.
Charley smiled as she rested her hand on the big mouse's shoulder. "Why don't you relax then?
Maybe a little peace and quiet would do you good." She said strolling towards her apartment stairs. "Knowing your bros are all right and safe is a lot different than just knowing where they are. Big Guy." she said before leaving the closed up garage.
Modo smiled. Yes, the earth females certainly could put his mind at ease. He dismounted his Lil' Darlin' intending to join Charley for a movie upstairs.
*
Vinnie tried to scream, only to have the wires inside his mouth protest. The pain ripping through his gums was one thing, but the fire that was coursing threw his entire body was another. He never knew pain like this, nothing but sheer burning, the scent of his own blood and worse, the feeling of his own bro, his best friend inside of him. Vinnie couldn't open his eyes as he felt Throttle above him, heard the moans of satisfaction in his ears, feel the hot breath on the back of his neck and antennas. Vinnie fought, and fought hard, but Throttle could always seem to out smart him, this time was no different. The pain of Throttle's determined blows hadn't died down, even as Throttle's thrust started to.
Hot tears of being betrayed streamed down Vinnie's checks, tan fur, red blood and liquid mingled with white fur. Vinnie pressed his nose further against the sofa cushions. How could his own friend rape him?
***
Modo stood up and stretched. Charley had to leave due to a customer entering the garage in the middle of the James Bomb flick. The big gray mouse flicked off the TV set and headed down stairs, it was time he had gotten back to his bros before they worried too much.
Sliding on his helmet, Modo rounded the garage corner to see Charley up to her elbows in grease and bent over the side of a Dakota Truck.
"Need any help Charley ma'am?" Modo asked pausing near his bike.
"I'm fine Modo, just got an elusive spark plug. How was the movie?"
Modo admired her rear for a moment longer before mounting his bike. "It was, as usual, the best." he stated. "All James Bomb movies are."
Charley girl giggled. "You guys just like the hot chicks."
"It's the action that interests me the most Charley ma'am." Modo stated starting his bike. "See you later."
"Bye, say hi to Vinnie and Throttle for me." Charley called out. As the bikes motor rumbled into the distance, Charley let out a squeal of triumph. "AH HAH! Got you!" she stood up just barley avoiding the hood. Holding a rusty black, gray spark plug in her hand she smiled. "It's always in the windshield washer fluid." she sighed looking at her soaking wet hands and greasy elbows.
The shine from the scoreboards interior lights glinted off Modo's metallic arm as he shut the door. A musky scent filled the large room. He couldn't quite figure out what it was. Clearing the steps the one eyed mouse surveyed the neat and tidy bachelor pad. "Bros?" He called out, his deep voice echoing slightly.
"Hey Modo, welcome back." Throttle greeted as he sat up in the couch. "How was the movie?"
"Fine, how.."
"Called a while ago, Charley told us you were watching a James Bomb movie. " Throttle smiled.
Modo smiled sheepishly approaching Throttle. "What's on?"
"Motocross racing." Throttle stated sliding over to one end of the couch allowing Modo some room.
"Where's Vinnie? He'd love this." Modo commented taking the other end of the couch.
"He was cleaning up for some bazaar reason." Throttle replied with a shrug. The two watched the program occasionally yelling at the TV about how dumb a move was, or groaning along with a wipe out.
Vinnie watched from his hammock. He didn't want to move, he was scared and in pain. 'What if Modo smelted the sex on me?' He worried. 'I showered for an hour trying to get Throttles scent off, but it didn't seem to work, the smell is still there. Would his bro think less of me? What would Charley say, or worse do? Would she ever look at me the same? Or think I'm just some weak flawed little boy?' Vinnie rested his head against the pillow and sighed. 'Why me?'
To Be Continued....
Whipblade
December 24 2003