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Martian Baby Mama

Part 1 of 2

A Biker Mice from Mars fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author's Note: All characters are copyright Genesis Entertainment (among others). This is a variant on the ending of the 2006 continuation of the series.

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Sites recommended for further enjoyment of this story:http://www.oocities.org/stoker1439/BikerMice/depth/love/main.htm for the explanation of relationships in the series; and both http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biker_Mice_from_Marsand

[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biker_Mice_from_Mars_%282006_TV_series%29](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biker_Mice_from_Mars%282006_TV_series%29)for good information about the two series that inspired this story._

Meeting the Biker Mice had been the one accident in Charley Davidson's life that she'd never regretted. It meant she'd ended up with a lot more complications than any mechanic should have to put up with, but at the same time it opened up more opportunities for her than she'd ever dreamed possible. One of the most important of those opportunities was the reason for the celebration tonight: Chicago was saved!

For years now, various aliens and plutocratic human traitors like Lawrence Limburger and Ronaldo Rump had dominated the planets Earth and Mars alike with their money-grubbing ways, using monsters, mutants, aliens, and robots to squelch any opposition to their vicious rule. The only credible resistance to this domination was the Biker Mice, a trio of incredibly talented anthropomorphic mice from the war-ravaged world of Mars, Earth's red sister planet, who had arrived on Earth to continue their war against the conquering hordes of their own world. Despite the initially unintended nature of their arrival, the Biker Mice - a team composed of Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo - had seemingly adopted Earth as their second home, and the new front in their constant battle against the alien menace. The battle had gone on for years, and there had been casualties aplenty, and even more sacrifices, some near and dear to the hearts of those who made them. But in the end, it had all been worth it - both Earth and Mars were free at last!

Of course, there'd been a city-wide celebration, and the first fully-functional and fully-accessible inter-planetary transportation portal had been opened between the two worlds, Mars and Earth, right there in Chicago to celebrate the occasion, allowing Martian mice, Jupiterian cats, Plutonian fish, and Earth humans to mingle freely in the streets. All of Chicago was in an uproar over the overthrow of alien domination, and the celebration spilled over wildly onto all the worlds that were now connected. Tomorrow, the serious business of rebuilding would begin in earnest. Tonight, it was time to party.

For Charley, though, her sort of celebration was going to be a lot more private. A lot more lonely, too. Though she was the mechanical genius responsible for making the Biker Mice's cycles so incredibly powerful, and though she'd been a major part of the reason the rebellion succeeded at last, Charley Davidson also knew that she wasn't the main focus of this celebration. That honor belonged to the Biker Mice from Mars and to Carbine, the leader of the Freedom Fighters who'd made the victory possible through her capable strategies and bold tactics. Charley was just some mechanic who'd happened to be in the right place at the right time. She knew she shouldn't expect any more than what she'd gotten, which was a chance to be a bit-player in history. Still, the human mechanic couldn't help but feel...a little bit left out. For all she knew, her old friends were back on Mars, their long-lost homeworld, probably living it up with their own little celebration. She'd seen the way Throttle and Carbine looked at each other, and knew those two, at least, had a very long overdue reunion to enjoy now that rank didn't have to stand in the way anymore.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," said Charley to herself as she opened the door to the Last Chance garage and walked inside, wiping her messy hands on her blue jeans. "Guess it's just me and you now," she continued, walking to the mini-fridge in her little office and pulling out a bottle of Martian red ale the boys had left behind. "Alone at last."

The honest truth was that Charley hadn't had a chance to just sit back and enjoy a good drink in years now, without constantly worrying about when the next attack would come. She'd lost the original Last Chance garage that way, and for all those years that she'd been fighting in the Freedom Fighters, sometimes the only Freedom Fighter on Earth, she'd never really relaxed, not completely. Now, slowly letting the smooth flavor of the red ale flow over her tongue and down her throat, letting it gently burn in her stomach, Charley realized just how much tension she'd had building up for all that time. As is the case with so many things, she only really noticed it now that it was gone.

Maybe it was because of how long it had been since her last drink. Maybe it was because Charley was a woman, and not all that heavy. Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten that much that night. Maybe it was just because she was in that sort of mood where the alcohol goes straight to your brain. Whatever the reason, as Charley set down the now-empty bottle and reached into the fridge for another, she felt her whole body tingle with the warmth of a slowly-creeping drunkenness. She knew she shouldn't have pulled the second bottle out of the sixpack the boys had left in the fridge, since she was already right on that edge as it was, but somehow...somehow she didn't care. The mice were gone, and for all she knew, for good, off to live their lives and enjoy their happily-ever-afters, while she got her garage back up and running again, and worked on getting her life together now that all the fighting was finally finished.

"You know what I regret, guys?" Charley said, her words not yet slurred, though it was only a matter of time now as she popped the top of the next red ale, looking at the picture of her friends she kept on her desk. "I regret never getting laid by any of you. You'd think, all the time you spent crashing at my place, too often literally, I'd have ended up in the sack with at least one of you. Maybe at least for a makeup screw, a way to apologize for messing up my life the way you always did. I mean, I've even seen you all naked when you used up all the hot water in my shower. You'd think some honest, dirty mouse sex wouldn't have been too much to ask in return. Especially you, Vinnie; I knew you had the hots for me from the first time you saved my life."

"I know the feeling," said a strangely familiar voice, and Charley turned toward the door of her office, gasping softly as she saw who it was standing there: Harley.

Harlene, called Harley by everybody, was an orange-furred mouse (her fur only a shade darker than Throttle's own tan coloration) who'd filled much the same role as Charley back on Mars, when Vinnie and the others had been a lot younger. She'd been Vinnie's first serious crush, and he'd never stopped carrying a torch for her. But sometime during the war on Mars, Harley had been abducted by nomad rats, and had vanished off the face of Mars, no amount of searching by the Biker Mice revealing where she was. This continued until just shortly before the end of the war, and the rejuvenation of Mars with fresh water, when Harley had shown up again, this time leading a pack of nomad rats, sporting a flexsteel mask like Vinnie's to cover up the scarring of her own face during her kidnapping, and filled with hatred for the Biker Mice and everyone they loved after she felt that they'd forgotten and abandoned her, furious that they hadn't been able to find her when she'd needed them the most. She'd almost blown up Mars with the very machine meant to restore its long-lost water, but had a change of heart at the last moment, after Charley and Vinnie had saved the mousewoman from falling to her death in one of the many lava-filled seams that had opened in the ground during that near-cataclysmic event. Even in the very middle of her deepest hatred for the Biker Mice, she'd shown that she still cared for the white-furred mouse who she'd loved, and who loved her, though at first this love was twisted, and she'd used mind control to try and take what she might have had freely. It took Charley's act of self-sacrifice to make the mousewoman realize that she was wrong, and willingly free Vinnie from the mind control device she'd placed on his forehead, before she began to help them save Mars.

The orange-furred mousewoman had vanished at the end of the final battle for Mars, leaving only her mask behind, and though the Biker Mice didn't know if she'd somehow survived the eruptions that had engulfed so much of the Olympus Mons region during that final conflict, they somehow sensed that, if she'd survived, she needed some time to be alone, to think about what she'd done, what she'd almost done, and what she was going to do next. Now she was back, and standing right there, in Charley's own garage office, the shadows of the dimly-lit room obscuring all but her outline from view.

Grabbing the first, empty bottle of ale, Charley started to stand, ready to use it as a makeshift club if she had to. But Harely just held up her hand, and the auburn-haired human woman paused uncertainly, and then sat back down, nudging another chair with her foot. Harley took the unspoken invitation, and pulled out the chair, settling down across from Charley. Charley could only make out a little of the other woman's face in the dim light, and half-wished she'd flipped the switch so she could see a little better. Still, maybe it was just as well, because from what little she could see, she could tell that Harley wasn't wearing her mask; a girl's looks were something pretty important, and when they got ruined somehow...Charley didn't like to think how she'd have reacted if she'd got her own face torn up during all the fighting. Just because she was a wrench wench, after all, didn't mean Charley didn't care at all about her appearance, didn't care about what others thought of her.

After a few moments of silence as the two women looked each other over in the dim light, measuring each other, Charley reached into the fridge, and pulled out another bottle of Martian red ale. She caught a hint of Harley's smile as she held out the bottle, and then raised her own bottle when it was accepted.

"To stupid boys," said Charley with a grin. "May they never figure us out."

"Guess we just don't wanna be understood," agreed Harley, before the two women tilted their bottles back, and drained them in a single long draw, letting the glass clink onto Charley's desk when they finished.

This was just the start, and before long, the rest of the sixpack lay tumbled on the floor around the desk, while another sixpack of Earth beer (the good stuff, American-made, but from a privately-owned brewery) had taken its place on the desktop. Harley herself had slid out of the darker shadows into the relative light that shone in on Charley's desk from the garage through the windows that helped to separate the office area from the rest of the place. Without her mask, Harley's long hair, the same color as her fur, fell down around her face and shoulders in a wavy tangle, a little messy from lack of close attention, but actually quite pretty. Its length made it fall over one side of Harley's face, keeping it from view. Charley saw this, and frowned slightly.

"You've got great hair, Harley," said Charley, reaching out to stroke a hand gently through the other woman's slightly curly ringlets, actually a bit jealous of the other woman's long wavy hair, where her own was short and spiky, before she grew bold, and brushed the hair aside, exposing the mousewoman's face before Harley could stop her.

"Don't look at me," exclaimed Harley as she tried to turn her head, tried to look away, only to be held as Charley's hand cupped the other woman's cheek, keeping her gently in place. "Please, don't look at me: I'm not pretty any more. I'm not the girl that Vinnie deserves. Not like you." Her blue eyes began to fill with tears. "He deserves somebody pretty like you. I've seen how you act together, watched a lot of video feed over the years, especially the stuff the rats brought me when you were with him on Mars. He was always flirting with you, acting out and being silly, just like he used to be with me...back when I was pretty."

"You're still pretty, Harley," said Charley, looking at the mousewoman's face. Without the flexsteel mask, there were some pretty obvious scars on the right side of her face, places around her right eye and down her cheek where the fur was gone and would never regrow. But despite these blemishes, there was still the underlying beauty that had been there all along. Harley's was a face, even with its flaws, that wouldn't be hard to love.

"I'm hideous!" sobbed the distraught mouse, closing her eyes so as to avoid looking at Charley's gaze, having to risk seeing the disgust Harley seemed certain would be there. "You don't understand what it means to us mice, not being whole, being flawed. We've worked for the last several centuries to breed our race until we became physically perfect. Why do you think Vinnie covers up his face like he does, with the mask I made for him? Why do you think Modo still doesn't accept his cyborg arm, even after all the times it's saved his life? And that's with mousemen. For us mousewomen, even the slightest blemish, even the least little flaw...it means I'm not worthy of anybody's love. I deserve to be with the rats. It's where I fit in, ugly, inside and out, just like them."

"But you came here," said Charley, leaning closer, her hand moving to the other woman's chin, stroking the soft fur of the mousewoman gently. "Why did you come here?"

"I...I guess I was just here to say goodbye," said Harley, daring to open her deep blue eyes once more, meeting Charley's own crystal blue ones. "Vinnie's gonna be back here, I just know it, and he's gonna want to start something serious with you, once he figures it out himself. I mean, that's what happens when a war's over: everybody decides to settle down and make babies. I don't know what half-human babies will look like, but...but I'm sure they'll be at least as beautiful as you."

Charley had always been a masculine sort of woman, dating back to when she'd been a tomboyish sort of girl. Unlike most women, it was her natural inclination to act rather than talk whenever she was presented with a problem, and to regard problems as things to be fixed rather than to be endured. She didn't have the tendency of so many women to withdraw from a problem, afraid of the consequences of action, requiring some knight in shining armor to save them from their distress. Instead, she was her own knight in shining armor, and always had been, no matter how much the Biker Mice might have tried to keep her out of the action (something she strongly suspected they did because they hated the thought of having somebody else work on their bikes). Right away, she could see that Harley had a problem that words just couldn't fix; what Harley needed was to feel beautiful, not just to be told as much. Charley gave a slight shrug as she came to this diagnosis: well, she was a mechanic, wasn't she? If there was a problem she could fix, she might as well get into it, however messy she might get in the process.

Harley's entire body tensed up, her deep blue eyes going wide, as Charley suddenly leaned forward, and kissed her full on the mouth. It was as though her brain had suffered an information overload, and she was trying desperately to process what was now happening. Then, as she felt the smooth-skinned woman's tongue entered her mouth, finding her own tongue, the orange-furred mouse moaned softly, her eyes closing as she began to kiss Charley back. The two women grew steadily more heated as they rubbed their bodies together, their lips never losing contact as their hands started to roam, exploring the new terrain of a new species. This was something completely born out of the spur of the moment, a spontaneous passion that had arisen from the desire they both shared, desire for the same man, a man who wasn't there.

The next thing Charley knew, she'd awakened a kinky beast, as Harley's fingers started to undo the blue button-up shirt she always wore. Answering in kind, Charley's hands reached behind Harely's neck on a hunch, and soon discovered the fastener for the top portion of the one-piece black bodysuit she'd adopted when she'd joined the bad guys. A light tug, and the bodysuit slid smoothly down Harley's trim, fit body to her waist, baring her gorgeous, full breasts with their butterscotch nipples to the open air. Charley found herself in a similar predicament as her shirt fell open, and she shrugged it off, breaking contact with Harley's body just long enough to let it slide down to the floor, and then to raise them so Harley could pull the human woman's sports bra up and over her head, letting it join her shirt, leaving Charley's own bounteous breasts, almost the same size as Harley's, bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confinement.

Despite her reincarnation as a "bad girl," a persona she'd adopted so that she could present an aura of strength, impervious to emotions or pain, Harley proved to be so very sensitive as Charley pushed her back against the desk, laying the mousegirl slowly down onto her back as Charley's hands moved to grip both of the soft-furred femme's breasts in her work-calloused hands. Charley was almost immediately rewarded for her efforts as Harley cried out, hands going to Charley's naked shoulders, legs kicking as Charley groped and then stroked and finally lovingly caressed her mousegirl counterpart's beautiful breasts. Harley's tail thrust almost straight out between Charley's legs as the human woman climbed on top of the mousegirl on the desk, her fingers easily teasing and then squeezing the light brown nipples until Harley started to thrash from side to side, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.

"So sensitive..." Charley breathed softly, letting the heat of her breath add even more teasing sensations across Harley's bared breasts, before she lightly bit down on one perked, plump nipple, so like her own, save for their coloration.

"Nyah!" wailed Harley, her hands clenching tightly into fists as they seized whatever stray papers had been strewn on the desk beneath her, crumpling them beyond recovery in an instant. She only barely managed to stifle even louder sounds of desperate pleasure as Charley's mouth started to suckle and then to noisily slurp on the mousegirl's achingly sensitive, almost diamond-hard nipples by biting her lower lip with her cute little buck teeth. Soon even this proved ineffective, however, as the half-clothed human released the mousegirl's nipples from her mouth with a loud, sucking pop, and then climbed up Harley's body, covering her fully as Charley's hands once more closed firmly on those same much-abused nipples, rolling them between her fingers until Harley simply couldn't take it anymore! With a desperate, high-pitched squeak!, the Martian mousegirl came just from having her nipples played with, the force of pleasure so sudden and so unexpected in its intensity that it made her whole body arch, her slender, prehensile tail slapping the edge of the desk several times before coiling around Charley's jeans-clad leg.

Before Harley had time to lower her body back to the desktop, Charley's hands stroked down the soft-furred femme's body, her mouth kissing down the mousegirl's body as she went, easily peeling the tight black-and-blue bodysuit right to the floor, even as she teased her tongue into Harley's navel, making the now-naked rodent cutie squeal half in laughter, half in pleasure as she wriggled on the table, her trim, sexy bum settling back onto the desktop. This moment of relaxation lasted almost no time at all, however, as Charley once more kissed her way back up Harley's beautiful, orange-peach-furred body, her body arching against her new lover's, their bellies rubbing against each other at first, then their pubis's, making Charley and Harley both gasp as short-trimmed muff met jeans-clad cunny, and as Charley's hands began once more to fondle Harley's breasts, Harley returned the gesture in kind, scooting herself slightly downward beneath Charley so that she could start to nibble with her buck teeth on the human woman's cherry blossom pink nipples, making Charley moan in unexpected pleasure, the sensation far more intense than she'd thought it would be - after all, she'd never thought of herself as being the sensitive sort. Then again, Charley realized as Harley rolled her over, taking charge as she began to nibble harder and then to suckle on first one and then the other of Charley's erect nipples, leaving them both glistening and aching with pleasure-giving sensitivity, Harley was a mechanic too, and wasn't that far from the Martian Charley might have been, in another life.

Watching, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Charley's cheeks were heavily flushed as Harley's eyes closed, the mousegirl looking so adorably happy and content as she suckled on one of Charley's breasts with her mouth, while her other hand stroked Charley's other breast in smooth, circular, loving caresses. The human woman was only barely aware of Harley's other hand slipping downward, toward her jeans, until she felt the belt being unbuckled, followed by her top button being undone. Rather than drawing down the zipper, however, Harley let that happen on its own as she squeezed her hand beneath the waist of both Charley's jeans and the boyshorts panties she wore beneath, arching her wrist upward to ease them both down slightly, giving her just enough room for her fingers to find Charley's smooth-waxed cunny and slip smoothly into the other femme's cunny.

"Something the girl rats taught me," Harley volunteered, her voice slightly muffled around her tasty nibble of tender nippleflesh. Then her fingers started to pump!

Now it was Charley's turn to arch her back, crying out in sudden pleasure as her g-spot was stimulated so very expertly along with the feeling of Harley's palm-heel grinding up against her clitoris. She hardly even noticed as the Martian mouse's tail slipped into her boyshorts, getting a firm grip on the panties and her jeans, and then tugging them downward, letting them puddle on the floor along with her shirt and Harley's bodysuit. Everything coming to her now through a fine pink haze, Charley gasped for breath, looking down her body at the beautiful mousegirl so eagerly suckling on her breasts, working her hand against Charley's most sensitive places, where only a handful in the past had ever had the opportunity to touch her before. Then Charley's eyes rose slightly, to the dangling red antennae thrust out from the top of Harley's head, about midway between her large murine ears. Focusing her attention on the obvious nubs at the very tips of each antenna, Charley suddenly thrust her mouth forward, catching one between her lips.

The effect of this action was both immediate and astonishing. In that instant where Charley's lips closed around Harley's right antenna, Harley's whole body stiffened, freezing completely still, the mousegirl's eyes opening wide, while her jaw dropped slackly.

"Please, Charley..." the mousegirl started to beg softly, her voice sweet and utterly adorable as it seemed she was about to plead for mercy. Charley, however, had gotten the idea into her head, and with the booze she'd drunk still giving her that pleasant buzz, she wasn't in the mood for mercy - mostly. She didn't bite down on the antenna, but that was the extent of her restraint. Instead, she started to slowly nibble on that plump little bulb at the antenna's tip, which was all it took to make Harley's eyes roll back into her head, her body suddenly going limp, slumping forward on top of Charley, her chest rising and falling at a rate almost akin to her tiny rodentia relatives. Then, when Charley started to suckle on Harley's antenna, rolling it carefully, flicking the tip with her tongue, and then bobbing her head a little, just like she would if she'd been giving head to an especially slender penis, Harley shuddered, making a host of adorable, high-pitched squeaking and moaning sounds, her whole body jerking and shaking with forces that Charley could feel_radiating off the sexy little mousegirl in waves, before she suddenly gave a loud _scream, her whole body going tense, every muscle beneath her soft fur tightening all at once. Charley reached down and grabbed Harley's but tightly in her hands, pulling the other femme close, their breasts squishing together as she turned her head slightly, just enough to catch Harley's other antenna in her mouth, carefully sucking both antennae together with steadily-hastening bobs of her head.

Waililng loudly, Harley had tears coming from the corners of her eyes as she was once again completely at the mercy of the human woman, who easily rolled Harley onto her side this time. Both mouse and human femmes arched and stroked their bodies against each other, Harley out of pure instinct, Charley out of deliberate pleasure-seeking, while Charley never once stopped her antennae-fellatio, sending tingles of pure pleasure straight down those slender, firm lengths, and straight into Harley's brain, giving her no opportunity to self edit any of the sensations now blasting over her. Whatever inhibitions or objections Harley might have had left, they were all gone now, utterly blasted away as wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy shattered her senses.

In the throes of this pleasure, Harley's body moved with Charley's as Charley slipped one thigh between Harley's thigh, a movement that Harley mirrored, making even more pleasure gush through her as she ground her furry flesh against Charley's smooth and soaking-wet cunny, her own tiny pink pussy at least as soaked, and probably even more, a steady trickle of slick mousejuice running down Charley's own leg as she thrust her knee forward and back, making sure to squeeze her trimly-muscled thigh very firmly into Harley's yielding slit, ensuring the mousegirl would have nowhere to go, and no escape from the powerful jolts of pleasure that held her electrified, shuddering against her smooth-skinned human lover as individual orgasms rapidly faded into each other, until everything was turned into a sweet haze of climactic pleasure for Harley, her whole world now one of the most beautiful bliss she'd ever experienced in her life. For her part, Charley wasn't far off, having only managed so far to keep her wits more-or-less about her by focusing on giving pleasure rather than receiving it. Soon, however, even this proved to be impossible as Harley started to deliberately and with steadily-building force thrust her thigh between Charley's legs. Suddenly the pleasure snapped through Charley's body like the crack of a whip, and she was forced to release Harley's antennae as her mouth opened to give a wild, orgasmic cry, falling back onto the table as her back arched.

Her antennae now freed, Harley's own body mirrored Charley's movements as she also moved herself backward on the desk, moaning loudly as this put the two femmes firmly pressed against each other, their cunnies kissing in full frottage. Both their cheeks deeply flushed, and Harley's antennae throbbing with a bright red glow, the mousegirl met Charley's eyes, and then gripped the edge of the table firmly, thrusting her pelvis forward and down while she lifted her leg high, wrapping it around Charley's own upraised leg. Immediately getting the hint, Charley did the same, and soon neither girl could resist the impulse to cry out in pleasure as they began to grind against each other, the luscious sounds of their lovemaking filling the small, glass-enclosed office along with their sweet vocalizations.

"Harley," Charley got out, her hands tensed into hard fists as she bucked her hips against the mousegirl's.

"Ch-Charleeeeee!" squealed Harley as her heavily-swollen cunny lips slotted perfectly with Charley's, before, suddenly, both girls rose up, their lips meeting in frantic passion, their worlds centering on the press of their lips, upper and lower, as a storm of orgasm took them both.

Charley glanced at the clock as her eyes slowly opened, and she smirked lightly to see that only a minute or two had passed since she'd lost consciousness. Lifting her head slightly, her smirk spread to a warm smile as she saw the sexy, soft-furred mousegirl cuddled against her, Harley's head resting between Charley's full breasts, Harley's own nice-sized breasts squeezed against Charley's trim, flat stomach. Slowly, the mousegirl's eyes opened, and she smiled up at her new friend and lover, before they shared a sweet, lingering kiss.

"You're beautiful, Harley," said Charley softly before nibbling on the mousegirl's ear, making Harley shudder. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Oh Charley..."

"She's right, you know," said a familiar voice from the open doorway of the glass-enclosed office. "You're always beautiful, Harley. And no matter what happens, you'll always be beautiful to me."

Charley and Harley turned in tandem to see Vinnie standing in the doorway, the white-furred mouseman flanked by his bros, Throttle and Modo. Vinnie had a flush to his cheeks, but he didn't look away as he stood there, neither retreating nor moving closer, his expression bold, but with an underlying shy vulnerability to it, the same vulnerability that always made him so sweet despite all his bluster. Next to him, Throttle's expression was, as usual, almost impossible to read through the green-tinted shades he always wore, his mouth set at a neutral position, neither leering nor friendly, but simply watching, letting the girls before him make up their own minds on what to do next without his body language getting in the way. Modo, ever the gentleman, but also not wanting to abandon his bros, was blushing furiously, and obviously doing all he could to look anywhere but at the two completely naked and very sexy femmes in the room before him.

Charley realized quickly that the three Biker Mice were waiting to see what she and Harley were going to say or do next. Their presence there was an open invitation, but it was plain to see, since they hadn't actually stepped through the door, but lingered in the threshold, that they weren't going to force anything on the girls before them. What happened next would be entirely up to Charley and Harley. Looking toward the sexy, orange-furred mousegirl cuddled next to her, Charley saw Harley return the look, a naughty smile spreading across the other girl's face, one that Charley knew was mirrored on her own as the same idea came to them both.

Even Throttle's perpetually stoic expression cracked a little, his eyebrows raising above the line of his dark glasses, as the two women, mouse and human, kissed each other deeply, passionately, their hands roaming each others' bodies. Turning their heads to the side while slowly lying down, Charley and Harley started to lick and nibble their way down the front of their respective female lovers, each mirroring the actions of the other as they each took a plump, needy nipple into their mouths, suckling until the pleasure proved too much for the hypersensitive femmes, and they were forced to continue moving downward. Turning onto their sides on the large and sturdy desk, Harley and Charley licked down each others' trim stomachs, before eagerly thrusting their faces between the parted thighs of the other, pressing their bodies close together in a tight, needful sixty-nine. The three Martian mouseboys in the doorway watched, gape-mouthed, even Modo no longer able to look away, as the two gorgeous, sexy women ate eat other out, their faces flushed, their whole bodies jerking and writhing together, forming such a picture of contrast, fur-on-skin, skin-on-fur, the sounds of passionate female pleasure filling the glass-enclosed office, making the ears of the Biker Mice tingle...along with other places.

"Screw this," Vinnie, the most impetuous of the trio, said suddenly as he stepped fully into the room, yanking off his crossed bandoliers and tossing them aside, leaving his beautiful, masculine chest completely bare, before reaching for his jeans pants and roughly pulling them open, freeing his long, proud pink erection, which stood at firm attention, jutting from his hips. The muscular albino caught the eyes of both females writhing on the table, and his approach, hard cock leaking precum onto the brand-new carpet, set them both to even more eager efforts, their mouths working feverishly against each others' heavily-leaking cunnies until Vinnie's strong hands reached out and seized hold of the nearest of their bottoms - which happened to be Harley's - and rolled her onto all-fours, her butt facing towards him.

Rolling and turning with her new lover's repositioning, Charley made the mousegirl squeak cutely when she gave Harley's clitty a firm nibble, lowering her head slightly to watch, wide-eyed, as Vinnie's rampant erection found the sexy mousegirl's needy pink slit, and then squeezed inside, making Harley squeak! even louder, her whole body tensing up as her back arched, her head snapping up from Charley's own juicy cunny. Vinnie was needy right then, desperately turned-on by the two gorgeous women he'd loved in his life, a love that had never been consummated until that moment. All his flirting, all his teasing, all his youthful insecurities, they all vanished in an instant when he hilted himself in Harley's rapidly-clenching quim, crying out loudly in his passion and pleasure as she clenched down on him so very, very tightly, her smooth folds accepting him in and so very reluctant to let him pull back.

"Oh yes," moaned Harley loudly. "Vinnie! Vinneeeeeee!"

Harley was cumming almost constantly now as Vinnie, fighting the force of her orgasmic clenching, started to pound her sweet cunny, grabbing the base of her tail in both hands, holding it against his well-muscled chest as he worked his hips, slapping them against Harley's firmly-rounded tushie with enough force to make her caramel-capped breasts bounce with each impact. Desperate to do something, anything, Harley looked around with her heavy-lidded eyes, until her gaze fell on Charley's spread legs and exposed quim, before burying her muzzle and her pleasure-filled cries and panting in the other woman's smooth-waxed sex, eagerly thrusting her tongue into her human lover's depths as her whole body trembled.

Up until that moment, Charley had simply been watching in awe as Vinnie's beautiful pink shaft thrust forward and back in and out of Harley's tightly-gripping cunny. At first the thrusting was slow by necessity - Harley was just that tight! - but before too long Charley's eyes shifted upward, toward Vinnie's gorgeous white-furred butt, which clenched firmly as he started to put his all into his thrusting, until he was almost brutally pounding Harley's sweet quim, droplets of her juices landing on Charley's upturned face, her ice blue eyes blinking every so often to keep any of the luscious drops from landing in them. Then Harley's tongue slid easily into Charley's soaking wet cunny, making Charley squeal in surprised pleasure as she was broken from her lust-addled reverie. Now eager to make up for lost time, Charley grabbed Vinnie's smooth, hard buns, squeezing them and then spreading them apart as she reached a little higher and began to stroke one hand down his tail. This made Vinnie give a strangled cry of passion, his hips starting to go into overdrive, even as Charley's tongue rose, caressing his balls on the inthrust, before sliding downward, to eagerly slurp at the point where his cock stretched Harley open so very widely.

This was too much of a dream come true for all three of the lovers for any of them to last long. Harley, actually, hadn't really stopped cumming since Vinnie had first thrust himself inside of her, her whole world reeling in erotic tensions suddenly allowed to let go all at once. The raw release this brought her left Harley's mouth open as she panted like a dog, too caught up in her own pleasure right then - drunk on it, really - to do more than occasionally lick Charley's bared quim or nibble on the other girl's clitty, squeaking and whining cutely as she tensed her cute little mousebuns on each of Vinnie's thrusts into her depths, eager to accept all that he had to offer her, her deep blue eyes so heavy-lidded as her whole body seemed suffused in a warm, beautiful erotic glow.

Even with her own cunny being somewhat neglected, Charley hardly noticed, her attention far too caught up between the many things her mouth and hands were doing right then. As Vinnie's cock drew back, glistening with Harley's slick juices, Charley would reach up with her mouth, wrapping it around his smooth pink member, cleaning his penis for the next thrust into Harley's depths. It was like watching an engine's well-lubed piston at work, and Charley knew she'd never see motorcycle mechanics the same way again. Smirking a little at how tugging on Vinnie's tail seemed to really drive him wild, making the beautiful albino male's face tense up, his teeth gritting, red eyes wide as he looked down at Harley's sexy butt as he held her tail flush with his sculpted belly and chest and she never stopped thrusting back to meet his hips, Charley decided to try an experiment she'd read about, but never really had the chance to try herself. Keeping her grip on Vinnie's tail, holding it up to lay his hot buns utterly exposed, Charley wet two of her fingers on her other hand with her mouth, and then carefully slipped them up right beneath Vinnie's tail, to the snug pink button of his tailhole.

Up until that moment, Vinnie was just barely hanging on, forcing his belly to stay tense so as to draw it out, doing his best to think of anything but the gorgeous, heart-shaped mousebutt thrust out eagerly to accept his cock with each stroke of his own hips. Despite his flirtatious ways and love of naughty stuff, ranging from the risqué to the outright pornographic (especially human porn, something Charley had in surprising quantities around her shop even before he'd arrived on Earth), this was actually Vinnie's first time ever to be with a female. It was the most intense experience Vinnie had ever had in his entire life, even better than riding his bike - though he had to admit the thrill was pretty close, and he wanted it to last forever if he could, just savoring each quiver and twitch of Harley's cumming cunny around his pounding shaft.

There was one weakness that Vinnie had, however, which had always proved his downfall in his past sexual experiences: he was a complete and total tailslut. As Charley's long, slender fingers gently but surely penetrated his tailhole, then soon after found his prostate, Vinnie's red eyes popped open wide...before they squeezed tightly shut as he gave a loud moan of desperate pleasure, his bucking hips speeding up a little more as his white-furred sac tightened up. Harely felt the first warning shots of Vinnie's impending orgasm splash against her inner walls, knew she was about to receive the seed of her one true love, and the realization overwhelmed her in an instant. Her whole world reeling in ecstasy, Harley buried her muzzle between Charley's thighs, sucking and slurping on the tasty pink parts of the human woman's inner sex, her buck teeth leaving tiny, sexy nips on Charley's most delicate places. Harley's efforts were left to pure instinct at that moment as Vinnie cried out loudly, hilting himself inside of Harley's peach-furred pussy just as the pleasure grew to be too much for him, his orgasm made even more powerful as Charley closed her lips around his sac, suckling on his balls wetly.

The first gush of thick, virile mousecream splashed wetly against Harley's cervix as Vinnie's whole body shuddered and bucked, his cock gushing what felt like it had to be gallons into the willing mousegirl's cumming cunny. This, in turn, set off a chain reaction inside Harley's body, making her inner walls all the way from her sopping wet sex all the way up to her uterus contract with immense force, sucking up every last drop of Vinnie's semen possible. Despite her body's best efforts, however, Vinnie's cum was simply too copious for Harley to handle. Charley looked up in wide-eyed arousal, her body starting to twitch and buck as well as Harley put her all into lavishing oral attention on the human femme's sweet slit, watching the first gush of cum overflow from Harley's thoroughly-stuffed cunny, and then rain down in white droplets onto Charley's face. As the first drop hit her cheek, then, Harley very lightly bit down on Charley's clitoris with her buck teeth, and in that instant Charley's whole body arched upward as she and Harley screamed in unison, both girls burying their mouths in the sex of the other to stifle their cries at least a little

Suddenly it proved too much for Harley, who rolled over on the desk and then slumped onto her side, breathing hard, her whole body flushed so heavily, it showed through her light, soft fur. As Vinnie pulled out of Harley's cunny, wincing slightly at the sudden loss of pressure and the shock of the office's cool air on his cumslick cock, a copious amount of his seed leaked from the mousegirl's well-used and heavily-flushed cunny. Unlike Harley, however, who got a chance to rest up a little, Vinnie didn't get any such opportunity as, when his cock started to dip downward, Charley rolled herself over onto all-fours, then arched her mouth upward to catch its tip between her lips, suckling greedily on the plump pink glans. Vinnie's eyes grew wide at the erotic sight, his red eyes meeting Charley's blue ones as she looked up at him, all the while bobbing her head, slow and steady, keeping him from losing his erection, her hands stroking Vinnie's sides and firm bottom.

Slowly, not rushing things now that Vinnie'd worked out the desperate part of his passion and could focus on slowing things down a little, Charley lowered her hands from Vinnie's rump and moved forward on the desk like a cat, keeping her heart-shaped, lightly-tanned bottom high, never letting her mouth lose contact with the albino mouse's penis, always making sure to keep his solid, swollen length firmly against her tongue whenever possible, letting her taste him, and also Harley's own delicious flavor that still lingered on the mouseboy's shaft. Moaning softly, eagerly, as Vinnie reached forward, stroking her back and then her bottom with his strong hands, which still sported their fingerless riding gloves, Charley wiggled her tushie back into her lover's grip, before she started to crawl slowly forward, carefully moving Vinnie backward as she set one foot and then the other onto the carpet of the office, then knelt before him, letting her look straight up at him with those same eager, lusty eyes.

Realizing that Charley had plans for him, Vinnie swallowed a little, nervous at whatever Charley might have in store, but also insanely aroused at the thought of whatever it might be, his eyes continually roaming from her face to her toned tuckus, thrust out once more as she rested her buns briefly on her feet. Resisting her never once occurred to him as Charley gripped his hips once more, her fingertips teasing into the tight crease of his bum, and slowly started to turn him around, half-crawling herself as she moved so as to keep contact between her mouth and his cock, all the while continually pumping her head forward and back, faster now than she'd been fellating him before, making Vinnie gasp softly as his butt hit the edge of the desk. Gripping the desk, Vinnie didn't resist Charley's subtle manipulations pushing him backward, content to let her position him so he was sitting on the desk, legs dangling over the side. Finally, her cheeks flushed with arousal and need, Charley lifted her head and smiled up at Vinnie teasingly.

"Didn't think I was going to let Harley have all the fun, did you?" she asked with a wink, before rising up, her hands on Vinnie's chest, pushing him back until he was lying spread out on the desk, one hand casually resting on Harley's cute mousetushie as she lay nearby, her eyes open but heavy-lidded as she breathlessly watched Charley at play. Stepping up onto the desk, Charley straddled Vinnie, her hands sliding down his chest, over his belly, and finally taking firm hold of his proud pink penis, holding it pointed straight up as she positioned herself over it, and then sank down onto the significant length. "Oooh yeah," she cooed eagerly, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation of finally - finally! - being filled up by this beautiful male's shaft. Settling herself on top of Vinnie, bending her head to kiss his chest, Charley smiled at her lover reassuringly, and then looked over her shoulder, to where Throttle and Modo were still standing, still clothed, the fronts of their sturdy blue jeans so swollen the poor males must have been in agony at the desperate confinement. "C'mon guys," Charley said with a smile, reaching back with one hand to give her butt a smack, even as she ground down on Vinnie, making the white-furred mousemale squirm under her, moaning loudly. "No sense in Vinnie having all the fun either - pick a hole and give it to me, good and rough." As Vinnie reached up, cupping Charley's breasts in his hands, she moaned, turning back around to face him, overjoyed at seeing the eagerness in his eyes, an eagerness that had been increased even more by the chance of sharing this special time with all of his best friends.

Throttle and Modo exchanged a brief look, before Modo grinned and motioned with his cyborg arm.

"After you," he offered, even while reaching over to a nearby shelf with his arm of flesh, and grabbing a bottle of water-based lubricant Charley sometimes used in her mechanical work.

"Thanks," replied Throttle, even as he stepped forward, peeling open the front of his jeans as he walked around to the other side of the desk, letting them drop to the floor as his cock, freed from its denim prison, sprang instantly to full attention right before Charley's face, and right above Vinnie's.

Despite herself, not wanting to hurt Vinnie's feelings, Charley couldn't help but feel herself drooling a bit over the full length Throttle was packing, comparing it in her mind to the nice, long mousemeat over which she was currently grinding her body. Vinnie's penis was a light, delicate pink color, and suited the rest of his perfectly sculpted body perfectly: long, a little slender, and absolutely gorgeous to look at, as well as so very easy to manipulate in your mouth. Throttle's cock was a deep red-tan color, like the thick, rich clay soil in the more rural parts of the state where Chicago was king. A bit shorter than Vinnie's cock, it was also significantly thicker, a businesslike length obviously intended for function over looks, not beautiful like Vinnie's long shaft, but attractive all the same, in a blue-collar workman sort of way, the way all practical things had a certain beauty about them. Beyond that, however, Charley didn't have time for further inspection, as Throttle wrapped his fingers in her hair, tugging it a little in a way that sent a shudder through Charley's whole body at the implied dominance such a grip gave to the leader of the Biker Mice. She took no further coaxing to take Throttle's cock into her mouth, looking up his washboard abs, to the black vest that still left his broad, muscular chest exposed, and then further still to his handsome face, its expression rendered perpetually mysterious by the green-tinted rectangular shades he always wore.

Looking into those mirrored lenses, Charley was able to see herself, see how pleading and worshipful her expression was right then as Throttle continued to grip her auburn hair. Then, a moment later, she could see Modo's lower half as he stepped forward, pouring a generous helping of clear lubricant onto Charley's outthrust and so very inviting bottom. As Modo set the bottle on the table next to Charley, she began to work her rump forward and back with more force, making Vinnie moan beneath her, even as she moaned in turn as Modo's huge, strong hands, metal and flesh, stroked her smooth, naked skin until it glistened. Bobbing her head more rapidly, reaching up with one hand to cup Throttle's heavy, tan-furred balls, stroking them as she rested her other hand on Vinnie's chest, stroking through his soft, well-groomed fur, Charley's eyes widened as she saw the reflection of Modo's cock: it was huge! The same very dark, charcoal grey as Modo's fur, the cybernetic mouse's shaft was a bulbous, veiny thing with an immense, flared head. Charley couldn't restrain the whimper that came from her throat as Modo gripped her buns with his cybernetic hand, the one of flesh-and-bone stroking his cock, guiding its copiously-dripping length into place, until she could feel as well as see it prodding at her tensed little anal bud. The whimper, though, made Modo pause, and Charley momentarily lifted her mouth from Throttle's cock with an audible 'pop,' looking over her shoulder at the gentle, worried expression of the one-eyed mousemale.

"Just go slow," she told him, giving the heavily-muscled male, far and away the largest of the three Biker Mice, a reassuring thumbs-up before she wrapped her hand around the base of Throttle's cock, stroking it firmly as she held it steady, and then wrapped her lips around its plump head once more, her tongue flicking along the underside of the dripping glans, licking up the precum that was quickly beading there.

Now that he had Charley's reassurance, his cock slotted into place, Modo gripped Charley's tush with both hands, holding her spread cheeks spread well apart for him as he slowly - oh-so-slowly - eased himself forward. Charley couldn't resist watching in the reflection of Throttle's mirrorshades as that immense, dark, plum-shaped and -sized cocktip, glistening from a copious dollop of lubricant, spread her rear passage open, prying the tight ring of muscle apart with such steady, irresistible pressure. Though her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around Vinnie's cock, she was forced to hold her hips still to make sure she didn't go too far with Modo's immense length, and perhaps hurt herself, making herself keep from moving even as her lusty desires screamed out to her that she wanted all three of the Biker Mice now! This desire made Charley start bobbing her head on Throttle's cock, her hand now stroking the lower half of his length as her mouth serviced the top half, letting her almost double her former speed. Throttle's smirk told Charley in that subtle way of his that he knew exactly what she was feeling, and he loved what she was doing to him, an impression he drove home still further by linking his hands behind his back, letting him thrust his hips and washboard abdomen forward just a little more as Charley moved her other hand from the desk to rest it on his solidly-ridged stomach, giving off a series of high-pitched, needy girlish grunts as she was forced to breathe through her nose with such a thick length of juicy mousemeat inside of her.

Suddenly, the tension on Charley's sphincter from Modo's immense length passed its highest tension, and that huge charcoal cock popped inside of Charley's butt, sliding forward with surprising smoothness now that the worst was past. With a muffled wail of orgasm, Charley felt her whole world reel from the intense eroticism of being filled by all three of the most gorgeous males she'd ever known in her life. As Vinnie's hands continued to stroke her breasts until they tingled, Charley had a momentary impression that Modo wanted to keep going slow, at least at first, not wanting to hurt Charley. She could feel the trembling of his body, though, could sense his desperate need, and knew that the big black mousemale had gone for so very long without proper release, thanks to his "imperfect" appearance, which made him a pariah among Martian mice, with their intense focus on physical perfection. This need was echoed, though in slightly lesser form, from Throttle and Vinnie's bodies as well, and the sense of being the center of such intense, primal, elemental lust was so intense it made Charley's head swim, a sensation only enhanced by the booze she'd drunk before the Biker Mice arrived.

Orgasm rocked Charley's world the moment Modo's balls pressed against Vinnie's, and suddenly her entire body went into overdrive. Even the stoic-appearing Throttle's eyebrows raised, his jaw dropping in awe, as Charley abruptly started to move even faster, more frantically than before, reaching around with both her hands to grab his toned butt right below his tail, her fingertips digging into the taut flesh as she pulled him close, greedily pressing her chin to his balls as she took him to the roots. She didn't want them to be gentle, didn't want to be treated like a lady! Charley needed this at least as bad as the bros did, and she intended to get the same relief she was going to give. Both Vinnie and Modo cried out in surprise and pleasure as Charley's rump tensed up, squeezing down tightly on them both as she started to pump her hips up and down, forward and back, setting a frantic pace, a pace that both Martian mice matched within moments.

Just closing her eyes, Charley could feel even better than she could see as the veins stood out on the hard, beautiful muscles of the three gorgeous males all around her, how their faces were masks of tension as their hips pumped, loud slaps of soft-furred flesh on smooth, naked skin filling the little office as completely as Charley herself was filled by wonderful, juicy mousemeat. Had her last orgasm ended at some point and another begun, or had she simply been having one, long, continuous orgasm? Charley couldn't tell anymore and didn't really care. All that mattered to her was the feeling of the three beautiful male bodies surrounding her, filling her, Vinnie's pink penis thrusting in and out of her clenching cunny, even as Modo, his grunts deep and masculine, pounded her firm buns, making them bounce, while Throttle's tummy tensed as he gripped his own wrists behind his back even tighter, his jaw set as he fought desperately to hold on just a little while longer, even while he painted Charley's tongue with precum.

At that moment, Charley suddenly felt a talented tongue stroke over the point where Vinnie's shaft was spreading open her quim, before a familiar little mousemouth started to nibble eagerly on Charley's clitoris. Her eyes snapping open wide, Charley saw peach-furred Harley to one side in the reflection shown in Throttle's shades, her cute little butt stuck up in the air, her dark blue eyes meeting Charley's in those same tinted lenses before she thrust her face fully beneath Charley's body, to start greedily suckling and slurping on the human woman's well-stretched cunny and bottom. Charley had a momentary glimpse of Throttle reaching over with a fingerless gloved hand to grab Harley's sexy, heart-shaped little butt, teasing a finger against her tailhole as she hiked her tail a little higher, while Modo's metal hand grabbed her other cheek and then started to stroke against her flushed, pink-lipped cunny before squeezing several fingers inside. Then another orgasm, more powerful than anything she'd felt so far, went off in Charley's brain like a bombshell, her scream straight into Throttle's short-furred groin cut off as her mouth was suddenly filled with hot, sweet male mousemilk, which she gulped down greedily. Unlike Throttle, who's only vocalization was a soft grunt, of deep pleasure, Modo and Vinnie were very loud indeed, Modo's a deep, manly cry as his lips curled back from his white teeth, while Vinnie's was higher-pitched, almost musical in tone, as both Martian mice came inside of her, making Charley feel a soothing warmth in her belly that soon spread over her entire body at the feeling of so much thick, rich semen splashing inside of her.

Orgasms and alcohol dimmed Charley's recollection of the rest of the night, though some points did linger in her mind. She remembered sitting on cute and sexy Harley's face while holding the other girl's knees up by the sides of her head in a vertical sixty-nine, watching eagerly as Vinnie and Throttle squeezed their cocks into the mousegirl's cunny at the same time from either side, while Modo stretched her tiny pink tailhole open nice and wide with his own beautiful blunt instrument, making the helpless little mousie squeak with orgasm before they were even all the way inside. Then, long minutes later, after the bros had recovered from cumming inside Harley's squirming little body, it was Charley's turn to be upended, wailing loudly into Harley's cream-filled cunny as the three hot Biker Mice gave her a good and proper stuffing once again.

Another hot scene filtered through Charley's pleasure-hazed mind as she bent over her desk, her smooth-skinned hip pressing against Harley's furry buns as both girls presented themselves to Modo and Throttle behind them, squealing loudly as the big, charcoal-cocked Modo thrust himself into Harley's flushed pink cunny, while Charley's own juices soon flowed freely down Throttle's belly and thighs as he plunged into her own needy quim. Both females squealed loudly as the males behind them slapped their hips flush with each girl's sweet little tushie, before they put their mouths eagerly to work, kissing each other passionately, Vinnie's beautiful pink penis between them as they French kissed, letting him pump his cock between their dueling lips and tongues. Minutes afterward, another load of potent mousecum in each of their cunnies, it was Charley's turn to get her cunny stuffed with Modo's huge black cock, while Throttle's thick organ stretched little Harley nice and wide while they each took turns deep-throating Vinnie's shaft all the way down to his balls, which the girl not presently sucking on his juicy cock eagerly suckled, occasionally dipping her head downward to tongue his tense tailhole until, finally, Vinnie couldn't hold out any longer, her fingers clenching on the desk as his cum shot out in an almost artistic arc, before splashing down on the uplifted faces of the two eager femmes before him, their mouths open, their hands outstretched to receive his semen, while at the same moment behind them Modo and Throttle picked up the speed of their thrusts, Throttle's softer, subtle grunt almost eclipsed by Modo's louder one as they buried their cocks deep, their cum filling up both hot females' bellies right to the brim.

Hours must have passed like this, though Charley would never really know how much time passed as she and Harley worked their way through a veritable Kama Sutra of positions with each other and the Biker Mice. She and Harley would play with each other or with the small stash of toys Charley kept in the back of her bottom desk drawer while the Biker Mice recovered between orgasms, before the boys would become aroused once more by the show put on by the sexy human and murine females, and suddenly one, two, or even three cocks at once would be inserted - quite literally - into the girls' playtime. Gradually, the pleasure faded into a beautiful pink haze, until Charley felt her mind floating away from her, her body reaching its limits of endurance at long last.

Slowly, groggily, Charley eventually opened her eyes, feeling them almost glued shut from fatigue. For a long moment she wondered what she'd done to herself, her memories of the night before hazy with the fog of lingering sleep that had crept up on her stealthily. Her eyes flicked over to the clock, and she noted that it was early afternoon, a lot later than she normally slept, even with the odd hours she usually kept with the Biker Mice...

Charley's eyes snapped open wide, then, and she looked around her at the furry bodies strewn around her on the carpet of her small office. Instinctively, the inhibitions the alcohol of the night before had removed returning with a will, the human woman covered her naked breasts with her hand, the other covering her cunny...at least for a moment, before she quickly drew it back, feeling more than a little sore down there - and in the rear as well - from the events of the previous night. Had she really...? And with all of them at once...? With a girl mouse too...?

Both her hands finally going to her head, which throbbed a little, Charley rose unsteadily to her feet and carefully stepped over the four naked Martian mice lying on her floor, heading toward the shower she kept in the back of the shop, which was just inside the living area where she normally spent her nights. Despite her confusion and consternation at the discoveries of the morning, Charley couldn't help but grin at Modo and Vinnie, the big guy snoring loudly, a trail of drool visible from the corner of his mouth, while Vinnie kicked and made cute little squeaking sounds in his sleep.

Stepping into the extra-large shower, which the bros had installed themselves after her first shop was trashed, so they could shower together if they wanted, Charley felt her head clearing with the first splash of cold water, then moaned softly as she stroked her hands over her body as the water gradually warmed up. She realized she wasn't really distressed over what had happened last night, though it had certainly come as quite a surprise in the morning. The more she thought about it, in fact, the more happy Charley found herself becoming. That happiness was tempered, however, by the uncertainty of how the Biker Mice would treat her now that they'd finally, after such a long time, had sex. It was the most satisfying sex Charley had ever experienced, and she couldn't honestly say that she regretted one moment of what had taken place last night, but she also couldn't deny the worry of what would this meant for their relationship, especially now that Harley seemed to have returned...

"Can I join you?" came a sweet, hopeful voice, and Charley glanced over to see Harley standing there, as naked as before, her legs pressed together girlishly as she blushed on the tile of the bathroom. "I...I just wanted to get clean. I'm kind of, well," the mousegirl blushed cutely, "really sticky. You know, down there."

Charley couldn't restrain her giggle as she reached out and pulled the sexy little cutie into her arms, hugging her close before kissing her, first on the cheek, and then on the lips, a kiss that Harley, after a moment of hesitation, returned.

"Sure," said Charley as she gently turned the other woman around, pouring out a liberal squirt of liquid soap onto Harley's smooth, naked back. "But you've gotta promise me something."

"What's that, Charley?" asked Harley, sighing happily as Charley worked her strong, skilled fingers into the fur and flesh of the peach-furred mouse's back.

"You've gotta stay around, and be here when the bros wake up," Charley said insistently. "I don't really know what to say to them by myself."

"Of course I'll stay around for the Biker Mice," said Harley with a smile over her shoulder at the beautiful human woman, her red antennae glowing softly. "After all, I'm pregnant with their children."

Charley blinked at this, and then shook her head as she tried to make sense of what she'd just heard.

"What...how can you be so sure?"

"Well," Harley admitted with a soft blush, "when you...you know, did things to my antennae, that started me ovulating. That's something you only do to a Martian girl if you want to make babies with her." Harley then looked down, a little shamefacedly. "I thought you knew that."

"There's a lot of things I don't know about Martian anatomy," admitted Charley with a smile, a warm feeling settling over her as she continued to soap up Harley's beautiful body, her hands moving around to the other girl's plump breasts, which each made a nice handful under her palms. "Mmm, you're awfully sexy, though. I'm sure you'll be just as sexy when you're pregnant."

"You too," said Harley, smiling shyly back at Charley, before biting her lower lip as the human woman paused, blinking in surprise. "Well...it's a two-way street, you see: if another female stimulates a girl's antennae, they both start to ovulate. So we're both going to be pregnant together, and probably with at least two or three babies apiece, as many times as we both, um, had fun last night."

"Oh wow," said Charley after a long beat, before finally shaking her head, looking more than a little dazed. "This is a lot to take in right after waking up."

"You're...not mad or anything, though, are you?" asked Harley, gulping a little nervously as she started to turn to face her new girlfriend, only to have Charley's hands gently hold her in place, turning her around once more and starting to stroke down into Harley's snug female crevasse, making the other female moan softly at the intimate caress.

"It's just a lot to take in right now," said Charley with a soft smile, kissing the crook of Harley's neck, brushing aside the curly hair there to do so. "But...I kinda like the idea. It's sexy."

Harley leaned back to kiss Charley eagerly, the two girls moaning as Harley wrapped an arm around Charley's neck, while Charley's fingers stroked over Harley's trim, flat tummy and then back between her soft-furred inner thighs.

"Guess I needed a new adventure anyway," Charley admitted as they broke the kiss, smiling teasingly. "And I can't think of anything more exciting than this."