Strake Was Here

As the feline approached, he stopped being just another biker in for a piss break. goggles up on his forehead, wide metal rings in each round ear. the upper body was a black leather biker jacket, with a gravel-washed denim jacket worn on top.

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Alex's Pokemon Travels: Resolution

Amber growled at the biker again, and alex swatted her snout lightly in reprimand. "thanks, man... catch you later." and in an instant, the biker was gone. alex immediately turned to his charmeleon.

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Biker Bar Bet

A husband and wife on vacation stop in at a bikers bar, the husband makes quick friends with the biker husband, while their wives get into a drunken argument that results in a rather unusual bet.

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Predator becomes Prey - Felines vs (Biker) Mice

The biker laughed, removing his helmet to reveal large rounded ears. "what the shit, we just got pulled over by the biker mice from mars?" tad laughed out loud.

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Biker Mice from Mars: Martian Baby Mama

Charley realized quickly that the three biker mice were waiting to see what she and harley were going to say or do next.

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Spread 'em on the fast lane...

The alsatian said as he pulled out and then swiftly thrust back into the biker's rectum.

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Wolf Brother, Prologue and Chapter 1

**Prologue** TJ held his face in his hands as tears ran freely from his eyes. "I'm sorry Thomas" the nameless social worker said and put her pretty hand on TJ's shoulder to reassure him, "I know it's hard losing your parents like this, but we...

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A Tale of Two Captains

Failing that, though... well, there were far more reliable ways to trigger certain members of the bikers. kwaku made a direct path towards the bikers' side of the court as his team went on the offense.

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Leech and the Pig

Squeezing with both hands made the biker grunt and spray a thick rope of pre that splattered loudly onto the broken, grimy alley concrete.

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The Candy Factory Prelude

That was clear to the ragged assortment of large, brutish bikers, truckers, and hard drinkers.

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The Free Spirit: Chapter 3

Regaining his balance and standing up as tall and proud as he could, the biker turned around and stared down the guard.

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