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Chapter Six - "Cured?"

Her head pounding, Bingo blinked herself awake. She wondered how much she to drink last night. She was obviously hung-over. Not wanting to dare get up, Bingo turned the other way . . . only to come face-to-face with a fully clothed and sleeping Jack McCyber in her bed!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
Jack shot up. "What?!"
Then, a second figure shot up next to Jack. Rimfire!
"What's going on? OW! MY HEAD!" Rimfire yelped.
"What are you two doing in the my bed?!" demanded the extremely bitchy Bingo.
Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm not surprised you don't remember. You two were trying to sleep together. I demanded that you don't, heeding my warning from two weeks ago. To make sure you didn't, I laid down right here."
"Wow. You were determined," Rimfire said, holding his throbbing head.
"So were you, you leg-humper!"

Meanwhile . . .
"Shit . . ." muttered Stoker as he woke. He was a bit surprised to find himself still holding onto Throttle's female, pregnant naked body. Throttle moaned and slowly woke up. She looked at Stoker with surprise.
"I can't believe we did that," she said to him.
"Yeah. Me neither. I'm sorry," Stoker replied. "You were vulnerable."
"And you were drunk."
"Tipsy."
"Whatever," Throttle replied, rubbing Stoker's chest fur. "I don't think we should tell anyone."
"Good idea."
Just as the two were about to get up, the door opened and Carbine walked in. "Throttle, I wanted to - "
She stopped dead at the sight of Throttle and Stoker in bed together. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. She blinked.
"Carbine . .."
"Sorry!" Carbine managed. She took off out the door.
"Carbine, wait . . ." Throttle struggled, trying to get out of bed. She pulled away the covers, her belly even larger now. "Damn it."

*

As the afternoon hours made their way around, everyone had pretty much taken care of their hung over. With the Stalker ship all repaired (using salvaged pieces and parts from Jimmy's ship), they would be loading it up and heading back to Chicago. Most the day was then spent packing and cleaning. Throttle barely spoke to Stoker and didn't even see Carbine.
As the sun began to set, the trucks were returned to the rental agency, 'thank you' money was left for cousin Ned, and everyone was all set in the Stalker ship. Carbine manned the controls and the ship launched into the evening sky, heading Northwest.
"Detection EMP's are on-line," she said. "No one is going to detect us."
After a few minutes in orbit, the ship headed straight for Chicago. Though invisible to everyone, the passengers of the former Stalker hunting vessel could see the beautiful city below.
"Hey!" shouted Vinnie. "Take us down! Something's wrong!"
"What is it?" asked Carbine.
"It's Limburger Tower! Someone ripped us off and wrecked it!"
Carbine pulled a lever and the ship turned around, heading towards the location of Limburger Tower. As Vinnie said, it no longer stood. All there was now was a large pile of debris. Carbine set the ship down and every body ran out.
At that point, Mr. Pit emerged from the usual trailer.
"Thank goodness you've arrived!"
"What happened here, Mr. Pit?" asked Throttle.
"Brie. He has learned of the mutations and has taken advantage of it. He's joined with One-Eyed Jack Monetary from Las Vegas. They attacked the plaza and stole the cure."
"Where's Limburger?" demanded Stoker.
"He's gone MIA, I'm afraid. We're expecting a ransom note from Brie later tonight."

*

Feeling defeated the Biker Mice and their allies went back to the Last Chance Garage to wait this whole thing out. If only they hadn't had that DAMN party.
"I'm really sorry, bros," Jimmy apologized.
"Don't worry about it, Jimmy," returned Modo. "You were just celebrating."
But Modo's words didn't quite echo into his heart. He was very, very worried now. As night overcame Chicago, they all had to deal with the aspect of this all becoming very permanent. For some that were enjoying these new bodies . . . they were starting to long for what they had.
Throttle sat on a bench right behind the Last Chance and stared up at the stars. She was wearing a pair of overalls that were growing far too tight far too fast. Her mind was wandering and deciding things. What if he was trapped in this body? Could he handle being a mother? Could he handle CHILDBIRTH?
"Throttle."
He jerked his hand back and spotted Charlie standing at the door.
"Charlie-girl? What is it?"
"I was wondering what was going on between you and Carbine," she answered. Throttle blinked at her body. Even after all this time, seeing her in this form seemed a bit strange to him.
"She, uh, well it has to do with . . ."
"Your new assets?" asked Charlie, raising an eyebrow.
Throttle felt her face blush. "Yeah."
Charlie sat down next to the former male and put her hand on his. "Throttle, listen to me," she began, "there are certain things that love requires. One of them is compromise. It's something I learned a long time ago."
"Are you saying that I should deal with the way she feels about me now?'
"No," Charlie answered quickly. "I'm saying these things take time. If she loves you, truly loves you, then she'll learn the compromise with that new body of yours. In the meantime, you're going to have to understand her feelings and compromise."
Throttle sighed and hung her head low. She pressed her eyes lids together and tried to hold back budding tears. Charlie could see this and reached over to her old friend.
Wrapping her arms around the young woman, Throttle could hear her whisper exactly what he wanted to hear.
"It'll be alright. It'll be okay."
After a long moment, a new figure appeared in the doorway.
"Hate to interrupt you two," stated Jack from the door. "But we just got word from Mr. Pit. The ransom note was just delivered. He wants us at One-Eyed Jack's casino tomorrow night. They want Stoker and only Stoker. Stoker gets there, we get the cure back."
Throttle looked to Charlie, then back up to Jack. She wiped a tear away as a plan began to formulate. "Does he know what we've mutated into?"
"Nope."
"Get Karbuncle on the phone," Throttle ordered, trying to stand up. "Tell him to whip up some masks. I've got a plan!"

*

Nearly twenty-four hours later, at the Las Vegas casino . . .
"Forty-five minutes," Monetary told Brie.
"They bettew be hewe," Brie said. The pair was walking down through the heart of the casino. The agreed drop-off point of Stoker was on the roof in forty-five minutes. They were both getting very impatient.
Little did they notice, however, a very large pregnant woman walking behind them. She separated from them and started down another line of slot machines. As soon as she passed a guarded private door, the woman reached for her belly and moaned.
"OH! OH! I'm having a contraction!" shouted the woman.
The guard watching the door left his post as the woman fell to her knees, screaming in agony. "Are you alright ma'am?"
"NO!"
The woman glanced over at the door as two figures slipped in. The woman stopped screaming and got up to her feet.
"Ma'am?"
"Whoa. I'm feeling so much better!" said the pregnant woman, readjusting her dress. "Thanks!"
"Um . . . okay."
The guard walked to his post. The pregnant woman pressed a secret button on her bracelet. "They're in," she whispered.

The two figures made their way down a private hallway. One was a big gray Rat and the other was a thin, beautiful female Plutarkian. As they were about to enter a secure door, two stinky and ugly Plutarkians stopped them
Modo recognized them.
Hacka and Honka Loogey.
"Ja, vhat are you doing here?" asked Hacka.
"Ja, tell us yor reason!" demanded Honka.
"Why, boys, I'm special from Plutark," said Jessie. "This big Rat is my security. But I'm all for you boys."
Both Loogey brothers put their hands on her. Distracted, Modo walked up and clocked them both in the face. The pair tied them up and stowed them in a broom closet. As soon as that was done, Modo opened up the back door and let Jimmy, Vinnie, Charlie and Rimfire inside.
"This is Modo and Jessie," said Jessie. "They're in."

As Brie and Monetary Jack walked passed the bar, a young waitress quickly walked over and handed Jack a drink.
"This is from the girl at the bar," said the raven-haired young woman. She pointed at a cute redhead with very noticeable cleavage.
"Thank you. Tell her I'll see her in a hour, if she's still there," said One-Eyed Jack. "And, hey, aren't you new here?"
"Yes sir. Just started today."
"Maybe I'll see you after your shift."
"Maybe."
Monetary and Brie continued their walk as Jack took a swig of his drink. "You were saying, Brie?"
"Yesh. We wiww use thish opportunity to draw Winbuwgew out into the open. With his empiwe crushed, we wiww - "
Jack suddenly put his hands to his stomach and ran to the bathroom.
From afar, Carbine looked over at Bingo and smiled. She then tapped her button. "Monetary Jack is out. Come on in."

Finally, Brie headed up to the roof. He fingers the vial that held the cure to all the transformations that the Biker Mice and Limburger's cronies had undergone. Whatever they were, Brie decided, he didn't care. All he knew was that Stoker wasn't one of them.
With Stoker as his captive, he would then cure Limburger. Only to disgrace him in front of the High Chairman by displaying his captive - the leader of the Martian Freedom Fighters!
Brie laughed as he arrived on the roof. As soon as he did, he checked his watch. It was almost time. As if on cue, the Stalker ship appeared above them with Jimmy and Jack McCyber at the controls. Stoker jumped out.
"Alright Brie, where's the cure?" Stoker demanded. "Hand it over!"
"Yeah, you heard the man!" said Throttle, leading the whole group onto the roof.
"NO!" Brie shouted. He pressed his communicator. "All goons to the woof!"
"There are no more goons, big guy," stated Modo. "We took care of all them for you."
Brie pulled out both his lazor and the vial and pointed the weapon at the precious glass tube. "No body moves or the vial gets it!"
From the shadows came a very fast figure. He leapt up and grabbed the lazor. The figure - a very fat Martian Mouse - then used his tail to yank the vial from his hands.
"Wimbuwgew!?" exclaimed Brie.
"LIMBURGER!?!? A MOUSE?!?!"
Limburger ignored them and concentrated on Brie. "It's over, Brie," said Limburger.
"Not yet it's not!"
Brie pressed a button on his watch. A small jetpack appeared from behind him. He launched into the air. As he passed Limburger, though, he kicked the Martian's hand . . .
The vial fell to the roof, shattering.
Brie laughed his ass off as he flew off into the sky.
Every stood in silent defeat. They couldn't believe it.
"DAMN YOU BRIE! I WILL NOT REMAIN LIKE THIS! I CAN'T! I CAN'T!" screamed Limburger, tears running down from his eyes.
"I can't believe it," Throttle sighed. "I'm stuck like this."
"We all are, bro," Vinnie said, putting a hand on Throttle's shoulder.