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I have to credit guest writer siruisfanantic for a vast portion of this chapter.

Chapter Twelve - "Ladies Night"

Rimfire tried his best not to stare at Bingo, but it was far from successful. Bingo noticed it, but pretended not to. It was rather cute and she loved the attention she never received before the mutation. As much as she wanted the cure for her friends, Bingo was probably the only one among them all that didn't want to be reverted back to normal.
She loved her new boobs.
Bingo's mind turned from the new huge knockers on her once fairly flat chest and back to the room where she and the other females (Carbine, Jessie, and Charlie) were now located. It was a large room with one wall pure glass. The entire room was white and was sealed from the outside world.
She didn't exactly like being in Limburger Tower. However, Jack had worked up a few theories - some before today, some just hours earlier - about the 'goo' that had mutated the entire group. At the moment, Jack was on the other side of the glass wall, conferring with the now spider-like Dr. Karbuncle. The other two members of their party - Jimmy and Rimfire - were also on the other side of the glass, chatting. Rimfire's eyes kept darting away from Jimmy, though, and would occasionally stay on Bingo ultra-feminine form.
"Have fun there, Bing?" asked Jessie then.
Bingo pulled her mind out of the clouds. "Huh?"
"You're playing with your boob."
"Oh!" Bingo didn't even realize it - no wonder Rimfire kept staring. "Thanks. Gosh, I'm just not used to these melons, even though it's been just about a month."
"Odd how we're not quite completely used to these forms quite yet, huh?" Charlie asked, her tail swishing unconsciously behind her.
"Throttle and Stoker sure are," Carbine said.
"Oh, you mean with their acting all slutty?" Bingo asked, inwardly finding it funny that she referred to Stoker as a slut. "They just don't know what they're doing."
"Yeah, I agree. I mean, they're probably just experimenting in their own way," Jessie rationalized. "How different is what they're doing any different than what we've been doing? I mean, I was swimming in ways I've never swam before. Charlie has got that nice new Martian body and she's been using it pretty nicely. Even Bingo here is enjoying her new boobs!"
"And hips and butt!" added the spunky Martian.
"See? I just don't think anything of it."
Carbine sighed and laid back onto one of the many benches. "Maybe," she conceded.
"I'm going to get something to eat," Jessie said, standing up.
Bingo followed her to the small, rudimentary kitchen across the vast, white room. There were a few different areas to this room, including four small beds with nightstands that were divided off with curtains. A small 'living area' complete with chairs, a table, and a couch was in the other corner. In the center of the room were a number of benches.
"Hey, Carbine," started Charlie, coming over to her friend. "Can I talk to you?"
"What's up?"
"You all right? You've seemed a little . . . I don't' know . . . off lately. And to be honest, I'm not sure why you're still so mad at Throttle. Usually you guys make up at this point. Is it about this whole thing with Stoker?"
Carbine bit her bottom lip. "Sorta. That's definitely part of it, yeah. But . . . it's a little more complicated." The former Martian sat up and glanced over at Bingo and Jessie, who were in the middle of chatting about something or other. Well aware of the sensitivity of Mouse hearing (something she was still trying to get used to not having), Carbine dropped her voice into a whisper.
"There's something more. Something else that just turns this thing completely on its head."
"What is it?"
Carbine took a deep breath, then leaned in close to one of Charlie's new large ears. As soon as she told Charlie, the Martian Mouse hugged her. Carbine held back a few tears.

Meanwhile, across the room, Jessie and Bingo were completely unaware of what was happening with Charlie and Carbine.
"So, what about your Martian guardian stuff?" asked Jessie.
Bingo blinked. "What?"
"The whole thing with you being the mystical guardian of Mars. What's up with that? Aren't you worried about being away for some long?"
Bingo hadn't even thought of that. However, just before she could properly answer, she looked over at Rimfire and noticed that not only was he staring again, but he also had a very visible erection.
"I'm sure it's fine," Bingo replied, suddenly very distracted.
"Ah," Jessie said. "What do you think the guys (and I use that term relatively) are doing while we're stuck here for 24 hours?"
"Getting drunk and masturbating."
"Oh. Um, Bingo?"
"Yeah."
"You're doing it again."

*



The Biker Mice from Mars were currently engrossed in playing a game of bullshit and downing the healthy supply of beer in the fridge as they sat together around the kitchen table. It had been a few hours, and they had long lost track of who was winning the insane little game. Throttle was beginning to feel a lot more than tipsy at this point, which shocked her, as Vinnie was usually the very first to go. But now Throttle was a woman, and she was much, much smaller than her bros now.
She grinned stupidly at Modo and Vinnie over the top of her cards. "Two threes..." she said.
"Bullshit!" Vinnie laughed, pointing at her.
Throttle grinned and tossed the pair of threes at him. "Touche' hot-shot." she giggled.
Vinnie frowned. "Ah, I'm tired of this stupid game! Lets go see what's on." He said getting unsteadily to his feet. Throttle and Modo followed as the three of them flopped down on the couch together, as they usually did. Throttle sitting snugly between her two bros and Vinnie flicked through the channels.
"I wonder if we get Playboy out here..." Vinnie said aloud.
Throttle and Modo blinked at him. "You horn dog." Modo chuckled, punching his bro in the arm lightly.
"Hey, a man's got urges. Beside, this house has turned into one big sex-fest! I'll lay down ten bucks right now that Stoker and Jimmy are upstairs fucking."
Throttle perked her ears and listened, hearing the distant sounds of bedsprings groaning from upstairs. "No contest." she giggled. But she suddenly felt slightly jealous of that fact. Even if she and Stoker had been having sex for sex's sake, it had still been good. And it had been awhile now she herself had received any. It was for the best, she supposed, she damn well didn't want to get pregnant again.
Her mind drifted to the fact that currently she and Stoker were the only "females" occupying the place. Throttle suddenly felt very, very lonely, and definitely not in the mood to watch some awful cheesy porno with Vinnie. She stood up suddenly, and somewhat unsteadily.
"Where you gonin', bro?" Modo asked looking at her curiously.
"To bed. I don't feel so good, suddenly." she said quietly, slipping past the two of them and heading up the stairs towards her bedroom.
Modo and Vinnie glanced at each other. "What was all that about?" Vinnie wondered.
"Hormones, probably. I'll go see what's up." Modo said, getting up.
"Hey what about the show?" Vinnie cried.
Modo blinked at him with his single eye. "Bro, you sure you want an audience?" he asked.
It took Vinnie a whole thirty seconds to process this. "Oooooooh. Right. Kay." he chuckled, and returned his attention to the TV. Modo shook his head and followed Throttle up the stairs.
The big grey furred Mouse peeked through the small opening in Throttle's door and found the tan furred mouse sitting on the edge of her bed, head in her hands, her long wavy hair falling across her shoulders and her face.
"Bro?" Modo asked gently, pushing open the door. Throttle looked up at him startled, and Modo was surprised to see that her eyes were suspiciously red and puffy.
Modo stepped inside the room then, walking over to her and sitting down beside her on the bed. "You okay?"
"Yeah!" Throttle insisted, putting on a happy face. "Just...well, alittle too much to drink, ya know." she smiled. "Beer and hormones....overly emotional." she chuckled.
"You miss Carbine don't ya?" Modo asked, seeing through Throttle's thin lie.
Throttle looked away from him, hating when he did that. "No, why should I? She doesn't miss me in the least."
"Aw bro, you know that isn't true." Modo attempted gently, but Throttle shook her head.
"Yes it is. Look, I just really don't want to talk about this right now." she insisted. Modo knew about women, and he knew even more about his bro, so he knew when it was time to pry and time to back the hell off. This situation amounted to the latter.
"Okay, bro. Sorry." he nodded.
Throttle sighed loudly and shook her head, feeling tears well up in her eyes. It made her mad to be so helpless against her own emotions. "No, it's not your fault Modo, I don't know what's wrong with me..." she said, suddenly finding herself holding back sobs.
Modo saw the water-works were imminent and wrapped his arms around his former "bro" and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey...it's alright, Throttle. Everything will be fine." he tried to assure her.
Throttle hid her face in Modo's shirt and clung onto him, feeling alone and helpless. And despite the fact he was sobbing like an over hormonal teenager at a middle-school dance, he was actually more angry than sad.
Modo braced Throttle's back with his good arm and reached down and slid his bionic hand under Throttle's legs, pulling her all the way onto the bed as the two of them flopped back onto it.
Throttle found herself laying onto of Modo on the bed, and for the first time realized just how much she had changed. Modo, though he had always been taller, bigger, and stronger, suddenly seemed to tower over her, even in this position. Her head resting on Modo's shoulder, her feet only extended to just below Modo's knees. She was so very small compared to him, not to mention fragile looking.
But for the first time in a few days, she didn't feel lonely. She smiled and dried her eyes on the back of her hand. "Thanks, big fella." she said.
Modo grinned and found himself playing with the long smooth waves of Throttle's hair. "Anytime, bro. Anytime." he said.
Modo found himself feeling very comfortable with Throttle laying on top of him and for the first time found himself actually admiring his friend's new shape. Throttle had always been the looker of the group, no matter how Vinnie felt about it. But now as a woman...she was simply beautiful. Modo blushed slightly upon thinking this and ran his good hand idly up and down Throttle's side, which seemed to calm the other mouse. His former bro was very curvy in all the wrong places. Well, for a guy at least. But as a woman, she had a very nice shape, and Modo seemed to especially like the curve of her hips...
Throttle sighed softly against Modo's neck, and the big grey mouse felt a shiver run through him and he realized, very slowly, that he had actually given himself an erection.
Under his fur, Modo's face turned beat red, and he froze up, feeling highly embarrassed and somewhat confused. He hadn't thought he'd had that much to drink, but his brain was feeling alittle more than hazy.
"Modo?" Throttle asked when she realized her bro had stopped his actions. "Everything okay?" she asked looking up at him.
Modo was glad the room was dark, maybe Throttle wouldn't notice how red his face was. "Yeah, fine, bro." he said unconvincingly. He turned his attentions to Throttle's hair again and found himself braiding little sections of it.
"What are you doing?" Throttle chuckled.
"Braiding your hair." Modo replied simply. "It's really soft and bouncy..." he added, somewhat mindlessly. Not to mention it smelled really nice.
"Where did you learn to braid?" Throttle giggled, rolling up the bottom of Modo's t-shirt and playing with the fur across his abs idly.
"My sister. She liked to torture me a lot when I was little." Modo chuckled.
Throttle smiled to herself and contented herself with smoothing and ruffling the fur on her bro's stomach, fingers wandering idly, until they brushed against something and Modo stiffened again with a tiny gasp.
Throttle blinked, realizing what she had touched. There was a very apparent bulge in Modo's jeans. Throttle blushed at this, and suddenly felt a tingle that started in the pit of her stomach and ended between her thighs, making her feel surprisingly warm.
Modo laid there frozen, half expected to be decked for this, but Throttle simply returned to stroking his stomach and acted as though she hadn't noticed.
"Hey, bro, can I ask you a question?" she asked after a few moments had passed.
"Ask me anything, bro." Modo answered, feeling strange that his bulge had not yet subsided and slowly becoming aware of something he knew on almost an internal level.
"Do you like me like this? As a woman I mean? It sounds odd, but do you think I'm pretty?" Throttle asked, tripping over her words once or twice. She wasn't trashed but she wasn't quite all there either. It was more out of nervousness than anything. Her little fingers were wandering lower and lower, now brushing the last muscles of Modo's six-pack.
"I..." Modo began. He was finding it hard to think clearly, with Throttle rubbing his body like that. "I think you're very beautiful, bro. As a woman I mean..." he stuttered.
Throttle looked up at him suddenly looking him in the eye. Modo recognized the look on his friend's face, for he had seen it many times on Jessie. "Do you find me attractive?" she asked, almost shyly, which was something utterly unheard of for Throttle.
Modo reached up and pushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "I think you're gorgeous." he answered.
Throttle took Modo's large grey hand in both of hers and held it for a moment, staring fondly back at him. "Love ya, bro." she said.
Modo smiled. "Love you too, bro."
Then Throttle did something the big grey furred mouse did not quiet expect. She leaned forward, straddling Modo's waist, and kissed him on the mouth.
Modo blinked, very surprised. Then he decided he liked the feeling. Throttle's lips were soft and warm, and for the moment closed against his. Modo put his arms around her and pulled her against him and kissed back, distancing himself from the reminder that this woman on top of him was really his life-long friend.
A few more, soft experimental kisses gave way to deeper kisses, Modo slipping his tongue inside Throttle's warm mouth as she moaned in response.
Modo's hands slipped to Throttle's sides, sliding under the tiny pink tank-top she was wearing and pulled it up over her head. Throttle sighed, reluctant to stop kissing him, as he undid her bra next, dropping it off the side of the bed and staring at her breasts.
Modo smiled as he saw a faint flush appear across Throttle's face. Somehow it was endearing that she was a tiny bit embarrassed by this. The big grey mouse sat up a little, supporting himself against the headboard as Throttle sat on his lap.
She moaned, feeling Modo's bulge rubbing against her crotch, even if it was through four layers of clothing. He pulled her into his arms, feeling her body mold against his and kissed her again, more heatedly this time. He broke from her mouth and kissed her chin lightly and then turned his attentions to her neck, nibbling and licking as Throttle pulled aside her hair to give him more access.
"Hey, Throttle?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes...?" Throttle asked breathlessly, impatient for him to continue.
"Is it true about your sweet spot? I've heard rumors..." Modo said, reaching around to the back of Throttle's neck and kissing the nape of it. Throttle gasped and squirmed at this, digging her fingers into Modo's back. "Oooh..."
Modo grinned. "It's true then." He brushed his tongue across the sensitive spot and felt Throttle roll her hips across his erection, which was even more enticing.
Modo worked his way down her shoulder and collar bone, leaning her back so he could begin to work on her breasts. Throttle cradled Modo's head in her hands as he licked and sucked and nipped at her breasts, her breathing growing rapid and ragged. "Oh God, Modo don't' stop..." she sighed.
Modo returned his attention to her throat, kissing it hard as his hands slid down Throttle's thin waist to her hips and he squeezed them hard, sending a jolt of arousal through his partner as she swung her hips forward in response to the attention.
He undid the button on her shorts, laying her back on the bed as he pulled them down her long shapely legs and then tossed them aside, staring at her panties.
Modo, despite his state of drunken desire, could not help but give a small internal chuckle at the sight of the pale pink, binki-stringed underwear his former bro was wearing. But the moment of amusement passed when he looked at Throttle's face and realized just how much she wanted him.
Modo laid on top of her, kissing her down the length of her body, licking down the smooth slope of her stomach, flicking his tongue into her belly button just to see how she would react. Throttle gave a half-moan, half giggle and smiled. Modo moved lower, his hands slipping Throttle's panties down...
Suddenly Throttle gasped and pushed her hand against Modo's forehead forcing him to look up at her in surprise. "Big fella, wait!" she gasped.
Modo blinked. "What is it?" he asked. Throttle's eyes were wide, yet lust filled, but she was bitting her bottom lip.
"Do you want me to stop?" Modo asked, wondering if he had crossed the line.
"I....no, I just..." she faltered. She reached down and stroked the unattended lump in Modo's jeans. Modo groaned deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest.
"You want it?" Modo asked huskily, somewhat surprised at himself.
"Yes..." Throttle nodded. She quickly undid Modo's belt buckle and pulled his jeans down, leaving just boxers. Not that the concealed anything. With another swift yank they were gone as well.
Throttle stared, her mouth falling open. "Oh my God!" she cried.
Modo looked at her, "Hmm?" he asked.
"It's...Modo....you're huge!" Throttle gasped, giggling drunkenly. Oh they had seen each other naked before, it had occurred on occasion, but she had never seen her bro like this.
Modo's ego, not to mention his cock, grew. "Oh. Yeah, that. I know." he shrugged.
"Are you part horse or something?!" Throttle laughed. She was really losing it now, and she wrapped her small hand around the length of it and rubbed it lightly. Modo responded by gasping and moving to allow her a better grip.
"Mmm....that feels good." he moaned appreciatively.
"Well, I've had a little experience." Throttle nodded. Modo shushed her by kissing her again, laying his body on top hers. Throttle tried to squirm to allow Modo's groin to rub against hers, but he held her still. Throttle gave a little whimper in reply.
"Oh don't be mean, bro...please..." she sighed into his ear, nipping at the rim of it. Modo smiled against her neck and moved his good hand between her thighs, fingers probing inside of her.
Throttle squealed loudly and dug her fingers into Modo's back. At this Modo pressed his mouth hard against Throttle's shoulder, moving his finger back and forth inside her as she spread her legs wider to accommodate him.
"Oh Modo! Modo! Please....please I...uh! I want you so much..." Throttle groaned.
Modo sat up then, sitting on his knees and pulling Throttle into his lap. Throttle, trembling with anticipation, and maybe a little nervousness, lowered herself onto Modo's body, and moaned as he pushed slowly inside her.
"Bro....ahhh....don't stop, more!" Throttle gasped, once he had completely impaled her. Modo locked his hands onto her hips ans began to lift her up and down, Throttle holding on his shoulders for support as he fucked her.
Modo let out his own moan of pleasure as he settled inside her, "Unh...Throttle you're so tight!" he gasped. This surprised him truly, considering all the action she had been getting lately. Modo thrust up into her hard and Throttle cried out joyfully, throwing her head back, hair cascading down her back, building Modo's hormones higher and higher, driving him on.
Throttle rolled her hips against Modo's, pushing him in all directions inside her, rubbing against warm, tight muscle. As he drew closer to climax Modo's hands tightened harder on Throttle's hips, forcing her body to move the way he wanted to. Throttle knew in she morning he would have bruises there, but she didn't care.
"Yes, Modo! Yes! Yes!" she shouted as Modo leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Throttle yelped at the sudden pain, but it heightened everything else that was happening to her. Her breath halted as she felt all the tension in her body pooling in her loins and she held Modo tightly, knowing what was to come next. "Modo....MODO! AHHH! YES!! OH YES!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her full force, her muscles pulsating rapidly around Modo's manhood that impaled her.
Modo moaned loudly against Throttle's skin, feeling her body push and pull and tug him in every direction all at once, and then he roared primaly, thrusting his hips hard against hers, driving himself even deeper if it was possible. Throttle's breath caught in her throat and she screamed, her body arching and contracting as Modo sent her into another orgasm. "AHHHHH!"
Modo let out his own yell as he felt his cock twitch and he pushed hard against her, feeling himself cum inside of her.
He shuddered, hips bucking reflexively as their orgasm washed over them. Throttle slumped against Modo, lying limply against him, her head on his shoulder as her little body shuddered with heaving breaths and tremors. Modo held her close to him, still inside her, enjoying the warmth and the closeness in the aftermath.
He lifted his hands from her hips and caressed her back, wincing at the sight of the bright red finger shaped impressions he had left there. "Throttle....you alright?" he asked, still catching his breath.
"Unh-huh..." Throttle murmured in a small voice. Modo pulled her up gently and Throttle moaned quietly as he pulled out her, suddenly feeling empty without him. Throttle fell bonelessly onto her side with a sigh, lying there exhausted. Modo laid down beside her, looking her over carefully. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. Modo sometimes was not aware of his own strength and he was suddenly very afraid he had injured her.
Throttle smiled and brushed her hand across Modo's cheek. "No, you didn't bro. It's okay." she assured him.
Modo held her little hand against his cheek for a moment, watching her. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, pushing aside Throttle' sweat-dampened bangs. "Stay here, darlin'. I'll be right back." he said.
Throttle looked at him worriedly. "Where you goin'?" she asked nervously.
"To clean up." Modo replied, heading for the shower. "I stink."
He slid off the bed, picking up his discarded clothing from the floor as he went. He picked up Throttle's as well, tucking them inside the hamper at the other end of the room and then went to the dresser and pulled out a tank top and a pair of pajama pants for Throttle to wear. These were purple with little sheep on them. He set his own clothes on the bathroom counter and then turned to Throttle, sitting her up.
"Why don't you slip into these, bro? You might be more comfortable." he offered. Throttle nodded sleepily as Modo helped her into her pj's.
Modo found it all disturbingly cute about the whole thing, and then kissed her cheek again once he had helped her pull her pants up. "Better?" he asked.
"Better." Throttle yawned. "Hurry back."
Modo nodded and headed into the shower. He wasn't sure if it was the beer, or the sex, or maybe some combination of both, but he was feeling more and more confused and less sober with every minute. Not to mention tired.
Throttle was sitting on the bed indian style when Modo returned, a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another one to towel-dry himself. Throttle giggled at how puffy his fur was for the effect.
"What's so funny?" Modo asked, looking at her.
"Nothing." Throttle shook her head, rocking back and forth on the bed. "There's a pair of my old pajama pants in the bottom drawer, big fella. They might be a little snug, but you should be able to fit into them." he nodded.
Modo nodded and did as instructed. They were a bit snug, considering Modo had a least a three inches and about ten pounds on Throttle as a male, but it would do for the time being. He walked back over to the bed and laid down beside his friend, who was looking very exhausted.
"Thank you." Throttle said, kissing her bro's nose, making Modo chuckle.
He eyed the huge hickie he'd left on Throttle's shoulder, which was swiftly turning from red to a shade of purple to match her pj's. He kissed it apologetically.
"Sorry I got a little rough." he admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"S'all right, bro. I liked it." Throttle said with a wink.
"Yeah I could tell, you screamer!" Modo laughed. "I suppose I'd better get down stairs though. Don't want the girls to come home and find Vinnie masturbating on the couch." he sighed.
He stared to slide off the bed once more, but Throttle grabbed hold of his arm. He looked back at her curiously.
"Never mind Vinnie, bro. Stay? Please?" he asked.
"You sure, bro?" Modo asked.
Throttle nodded, pulling him back into the bed with her as they laid down together, Modo's head resting on her chest as she rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd just like some company." she sighed.
Modo nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist. His tail pulled the blankets up around them as Throttle reached over and turned off the last of the lights, closing them in darkness.
"Throttle, can I ask you a weird question?" Modo asked after a moment.
"Sure, big fella." Throttle said, fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Were you this horny as a man, and I just didn't notice, or is this because of the hormones?" he joked.
Throttle grinned sleepily. "Jealous big fella? Vinnie thinks he's all that...yeah, well, he's gonna have to get laid an awful lot to bring the score up."
"You slut." Modo laughed.
"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining!" Throttle giggled, kissing his forehead.
"I know, I know...I'm just playin bro." Modo sighed, nuzzling her body against his. It was strangely comforting to be held like this, especially by someone who knew him so intimately. No pun intended.
Modo felt Throttle's fingers go limp and still against his neck and her breathing even out, knowing she had finally dropped off to sleep. Modo cuddled her body tightly and closed his eyes, and prayed that no one would ever . . . ever find out...

*

Vinnie, though he had been the least effected of his bros in this situation, was having his own uncomfortable issues. Mainly the fact that his best friends, the men he grew up with, shared a place with were suddenly turning him on, big time.
But out of all of them, the one he felt most disturbed by was his attraction to Stoker. From the day Vinnie had hit puberty, probably even before then, he and Stoker had competed at everything. Best looks, best bike, best skills, girls...Harley in particular. But he had never thought he would find himself looking at the man--now the woman--who was his mentor and getting a huge boner.
His two bros had abandoned him for the night, and in their absence Vinnie felt lonely. Porn was great and all, but the real thing was definitely better.
Stoker came trundling down the stairs then, looking tired and cranky. Vinnie glanced over at her as she came down the stairs, rubbing her belly. "Hey, Stoke'." He said smiling at her.
Stoker sent a grunt his way and disappeared into the kitchen. Vinnie would normally have taken this as a "back off and leave it alone" scenario, but he decided to give it a try. He got off the couch and followed Stoker into the kitchen, where he found his mentor leaning over the sink and drinking a glass of water.
"Everything...okay?" Vinnie asked, taking a few wandering steps towards her.
Stoker looked back at him. "Fan-freaking-tastic." Stoker muttered. She looked at him with mild curiosity. "Is there something you needed, punk?" she asked.
Vinnie looked coyly at her. "Nah, I just kinda...you know, wanted to see how you were doing." Vinnie said, his eyes trailing to Stoker's well-rounded ass.
The chocolate-furred mouse took notice of this. "That so?" she asked, putting her glass in the sink. "Well, I thank you for your concern Vinnie, but I'm doing as well as can be expected." She said.
Vinnie sauntered towards her and put an arm around her petite little shoulders. "You know, bro...I mean, Stoker...I understand if you've gone through a lot. Pregnant with Throttle and Carbine's twins...well it's...well...it's just fucked up, that's what it is."
Stoker laughed at this. "Well put punk, well put." She giggled. "You're surprisingly funny when you're drunk." She added.
"I'm very drunk," Vinnie giggled, as if this were the point of the conversation. He put both arms around Stoker now in what felt like a loose hug, but his hands slipped from her shoulders to her belly.
"Yeah...look at that big ol' thing...like a frickin watermelon." He laughed.
Stoker nodded and patted her stomach. "Yeah, it's quiet a load." She nodded, uncertain where Vinnie's sudden interest in her.
" Yeah...and I bet it's a real pain having to lug around those...voluptuous breasts of yours eh?" Vinnie added then, his eyes falling lustfully on Stoker's breasts, his hands creeping towards them, fingers aching to touch the soft skin.
Stoker put up her hands defensively, pushing Vinnie's hands away. "Okay, okay, punk...you've officially creeped me out. Cool yourself down now, kay?" She said.
But the look on Vinnie's face didn't change. "Come on, Stoke...don't play hard to get! I invented that game!" Vinnie giggled, letting one hand slip to the waist-band of Stoker's boxers before slipping one hand inside and rubbing his palm across her folds.
Stoker did something then she wasn't accustomed to doing. She punched Vincent; an full knuckled straight armed-punch which sent the other mouse's head snapping back and his hand was quickly removed from it's place.
Vinnie felt his offended face, immediately sobered up. Stoker stood there looking at him, her face scarlet under her fur, a look of fury and shock etched across her face.
"How...DARE YOU." Stoker spat, too furious to even speak clearly. Her tiny fists were clenched and shaking.
Vinnie, realizing the severity of what he had done and how horrible he felt about it looked shame-faced at the woman in front of him. "Stoker, God...I'm sorry. I am so sorry."
"DON'T...Just...what the hell is the matter with you?!" Stoker stammered. "I mean...just WHAT the hell were you thinking just now...Is that how your mama...no, is that how your FATHER raised you?" Stoker stammered.
Vinnie blinked. "I wouldn't know! He died! Listen old man, I'm sorry you have no idea how sorry, but you leave my dad out of this..." Vinnie began.
"I outta kick your sorry ass and if I could see my fucking feet over this balloon I would - " Stoker suddenly clutched her stomach and yelped, buckling.
Vinnie was at once at her side. "Stoker!" he cried, grasping her arms as she went down on her knees. "Stoker, what's wrong?" he asked fearfully.
Stoker breathed heavily, one hand planted on her belly, the other wrapped around Vinnie's shoulders. "I'm fine...the babies just...oh god that was a strong one. No, they just kicked, I'm fine." She said, getting her breath back. Vinnie helped her to her feet once more.
"Bro, you're sure you're alright?" Vinnie asked again.
"Yeah, I'm..." Stoker shot Vinnie what seemed like a hurt look. "I'm just gonna go to bed."

*

Vinnie finally found himself heading upstairs, feeling lower-than low. He had for all intents and purposes just molested his mentor, and still had a serious case of blue-balls. He drifted past Throttle's room, and decided he could use some sage advice from his older bro. He pushed the door open gently and peered in. The room was dark, but Vinnie could still see the bed clearly enough. Throttle was sleeping soundly...curled in the arms of Modo.
Vinnie blinked hard once, then twice. The image didn't go away. Throttle was in bed...with Modo.
At first Vinnie thought he might fall over, and then he wanted to burst into peels of laughter. And then he felt a little angry. For multiple reasons. For one, the two of them had got theirs while he'd been left out, and second...he wondered if this constituted Modo cheated on his sister.
At this Vinnie flipped on the light-switch and leaned cockily against the doorway. "Rise and shine bros!" he crowed.
Throttle flinched at the light and curled her body closer to Modo's. Modo blinked his single eye and lifted his hand to shield him from the bright light.
Vinnie stood in the doorway grinning at them. "Hey bros! So...what's new with your sex lives?!" Vinnie cackled.
Modo practically leaped out of the bed. "Holy---bro, this ain't what it looks like!" he insisted.
Throttle was wide awake now and staring at Vinnie, looking not embarrassed as Modo was, but just mildly curious and somewhat sleepy.
"Oh I think it's exactly what it looks like!" Vinnie said, stepping into the room fully now. "You banged Throttle!"
Throttle sat there staring at the two of his bros. Modo swept past the both of them and pushed the door closed to keep the conversation contained into the little room. "Will you keep your voice down? People are trying to sleep." Modo hissed at his white-furred bro.
Vinnie was on a role, however. He was looking intently at Throttle. "So, what? Am I not good enough for you, is that it? Vinnie the ninny, you couldn't POSSIBLY think about sleeping with me? Throwing me a bone? Huh? You'll fuck everyone else in the place but you won't touch me with a ten-foot pole!" Vinnie raved, only half realizing how ridiculous and strange he sounded, saying this to what once was a well-muscled male mouse.
Modo however, missed none of the strangeness. "Shit, Vinnie, have you been hanging out with Jimmy or something?"
Vinnie turned to him. "Oooh, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, bro!" he shot back. Modo's face took on that heated flush again. "And what about my sister, huh? How are you gonna explain this to her?"
"Shut up, both of you!" Throttle said, sitting up and crawling towards the two of them. She looked firmly at Vinnie. "Look, Vincent, I didn't mean for this to happen. Things just...got a little out of hand, is all. It's no one's fault. We're all a little drunk, so lets just put it behind us as a bad decision." Throttle tried to reason with him.
"Oh no! I'm not about to be wrote off, Throttle McCloud. We're all equals in this group, or so you like to say. So put you're money where you're mouth is sweetheart!" Vinnie said.
Throttle blinked hazily. "I don't...think I know what you're getting at." He replied, feeling strangely as she stared at her white-furred bro.
"Then let me paint you a picture," Vinnie said huskily putting his hands on either side of Throttle's face and kissing her hard. Throttle's eyes grew wide at this, put she quickly gave in, wrapping her arms around Vinnie's neck.
Modo stood with his mouth open for a moment. This was an awkward sight if he'd ever seen one. But then again, how much different was this from what he had been doing just a half-hour before hand? And then something primal kicked in inside Modo. Tonight, and probably never again, Throttle had been his. Now suddenly Vinnie was all over her like a flea on a dog.
He moved quickly behind Throttle and put his hands firmly around her waist and gave a tug backwards. Throttle and Vinnie broke apart with some surprise.
"Big fella, what...?" Throttle began, but Modo was already nibbling on her sensitive spot and the sensations temporarily obliterated Throttle's sentence.
Vinnie grinned. "Hey Modo, didn't your mama ever tell you to share?"
Modo growled in response and cupped on of Throttle's breasts in his bionic hand, somewhat roughly.
Throttle put her hand over Modo's. "Bros, no fighting. Please...I love both of you, don't make me..." she sighed. With her other hand she reached out and grabbed the waist band of Vinnie's pants and pulled him forward onto the bed and into her arms. She kissed him again, softly and invitingly on the mouth as Vinnie put his hands on her thighs.
"Throttle...?" Modo asked in her ear, uncertain of what to do next.
Throttle ran the tip of her fingers across Modo's already engorged crotch. "Don't stop, Modo."
Modo faltered for a only a moment and then continued nibbling and licking the sensitive spot on the nap of Throttle's neck, as Vinnie worked his way down the tan mouse's jaw line and her taught throat and across her collar bone.
Throttle was drowning in a sea of half-drunken ecstasy. Modo's hands were wrapped firmly around her breasts as he kissed and licked up and down her neck. Vinnie was kissing and touching everywhere Modo wasn't and was now teasingly rubbing his hands against Throttle's inner thighs getting closer and closer to where they both wanted his hands to be.
Modo however, wasn't ready to give up ownership just yet. His good arm slid down Throttle's belly and his fingers pushed down between her thighs and rubbed her clit with his fingers. Throttle gasped loudly and her hips swung forward reflexively, wanting more.
Vinnie, never one to be out done by anyone in anything, took advantage of Modo's absent hand and turned his mouth to Throttle's nipple which made the tan mouse groan happily and put her hand to the back of Vinnie's head encouragingly.
Modo turned the pretty young mouse's face towards his own and kissed her hard, probing her tongue inside her mouth.
Vinnie sighed and took both Throttle's breasts in his hands and gave her a hard nip on her throat. Throttle rewarded him by eagerly pulling down his shorts and grasping his erection. Vinnie moaned appreciatively. "Oh yeah, yeah I like that..." he cooed.
"I'll bet." Throttle replied with a devilish grin. She stroked him up and down with her hand, and with her other hand pulled him in for a kiss, running the edge of her tongue across Vinnie's lips. Vinnie shuddered at both sensations and opened his mouth a little wider to motion for Throttle to continue her actions inside.
Modo meanwhile, was still working his fingers against Throttle's clit, which was deeply distracting the other mouse. Throttle took her tail and twirled it around Modo's huge erection and began pumping him and Vinnie in unison as her hips swayed back and forth against Modo's touch.
Despite the how good Throttle's thin fingers felt wrapped around his cock, Vinnie wanted more. He put his arms around Throttle's waist and pulled her forward, interrupting the mind-numbing rhythm Modo was working inside her. "Mind if I cut in?" he giggled drunkenly, pushing Throttle down flat on her back and lying on top of her, pushing her thighs apart with his knees.
Throttle gasped, eyes widening a bit as Vinnie held her wrists firmly above her head. She struggled briefly, trying to push herself up, but Vinnie held her down. "Get ready for the ride of your life, sweetheart." Vinnie murmured and swung his hips forward.
Throttle was about to moan at Vinnie's bad porno line when she felt him push roughly inside her. There was a small amount of pain at this, but it felt incredible all the same. Throttle let out a shrill gasp and closed her eyes, head back as Vinnie began thrusting in her, hard and fast. He wasn't as big as Modo, so his entrance was a little easier, and he was hitting all the right spots none the less.
Vinnie grinned at Throttle's reaction, his ego thoroughly inflated and put one hand behind Throttle's thigh, lifting her right leg over his shoulder as he continued to thrust inside her.
Modo, caught off guard by Vinnie's sudden possessiveness, suddenly found himself staring raptly at the sight of Vinnie having his way with her. Throttle's right hand, which was now free from Vinnie's iron grip, motioned to the gray mouse to come closer. Modo did so obediently, leaning over Throttle and kissing her even as she gasped for breath, Vinnie's thrust coming faster and more forcefully.
Throttle broke from Modo's kiss panting, Vinnie fucking her so hard she thought her hips might break. She loved it. "Oh God, VINCENT! VINCENT FUCK ME!" Throttle screamed, reason and shyness obliterated by pure primal lust.
Vinnie smiled ecstatically and gripped Throttle's hips hard, digging his nails into the bruises that Modo had already left and howled. "Oh yeah! I'll fuck you babe! I'll fuck you like you've never dreamed!" Vinnie cried.
Modo feeling more and more turned on by Throttle's squeals and moans of delight, replaced the girl's hand on his cock while his hand slid down the slope of her flat belly and between her thighs again. Even as Vinnie rammed her, Modo's fingers brushed against the small lump of flesh between her folds, the nerve center of the whole thing.
Throttle arched her back with a scream of joy, one hand mercilessly jacking Modo off while the other had a firm strangle-hold on the bedspread. "OH YES! OH YES! YEESSS! AHHHH!" Throttle shrieked, head back, her breasts heaving up and down with breath.
Modo put his mechanical hand behind her head, running cool fingers through sweat-dampened hair. "You like that, love?"
"Modo! Vincent...AHH! YES! ..." Throttle tried to speak, but she was too preoccupied with the intense state of pleasure her body was in. She thrust her hips hard in time with Vinnie's grinding herself against him. Vinnie had never had such a responsive lover, though he'd never admit it.
He threw a predatory glance at Modo, baring his teeth slightly and threw his whole weight into his next thrust.
Throttle's free hand let go of it's death grip on the blankets and put it instead on Vinnie's neck as he leaned forward, driving himself to the hilt inside her. Throttle felt intense heat throughout her body, like she was on fire. All the blood that was boiling through her veins suddenly redirected itself and rushed between her thighs. She was headed for a massive orgasm and she knew it.
Beside her Modo was a second away from his own. He roared as he came, his cum splattering across Throttle's pulsating thigh and the bed. Vinnie knew what was coming next and changed the direction of his thrust, pushing hard down inside her. That did it.
Throttle's hips mercilessly ground against Vinnie's as she screamed, and shuddered. "VINCENT! VINCENT! GOD YES, VINCENT!!"
Vinnie drank up the sight of her eyes rolling back in her head and the feeling of her muscles squeezing his cock as if they'd tear it off him. He pushed again, deep, but quick thrusts. Throttle let go Modo and gripped Vinnie's shoulders hard. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"
She came, twice and it was all Vinnie could stand. He clamped his hands down on her butt, lifting her higher into his lap as he pushed hard. "YEAH! YEAH THROTTLE! YEAH! SCREAM FOR ME!"
Vinnie's hot sperm plastered Throttle's even hotter insides and as she shuddered. Vinnie was breathing hard, face hard red and buried in Throttle's sweet smelling hair.
Then abruptly Vinnie felt Throttle's body, so tight and tense against his, go limp and heavy. Vinnie leaned back and looked at the woman's slack face and closed eyes.
"Oh my god!" he cried.
Modo, who had until that moment been gaining his breath from his own orgasm, suddenly looked fearfully at Throttle lying limply in Vinnie's hands. Vinnie looked frantically at his friend. "I think I killed her!"
Modo, feeling a lot more sober than Vinnie, took her from him and laid her gingerly on the bed, looking her over. She wasn't dead, as Vinnie had feared. But had...actually fainted.
Vinnie looked fearfully over at the two of him. "I broke her!" he cried. He looked down at his slowly shrinking cock. "I knew you were dangerous!"
Modo swatted a hand at his drunk bro. "She's not dead! Just give her a little air!" he said. He was worried too, he'd never had a woman faint on him before. At least not from having sex.
Throttle began to come too almost immediately though, blinking up at the two worried faces that hovered over her. "Throttle, are you okay?" Modo asked, stroking the side of her face gently.
Throttle let out an exhausted, drunken giggled. "Wow..."
She extended her arms to both of them and pulled them down on top her, one against each shoulder. "Oh my...bros, that was incredible. I've...never cum so hard in my life."
"Well, you were dealing with Vinnie the legend." Vinnie said, kissing and nipping her neck. He felt tired, but ready for another round.
Modo calmly stroked the flat skin and smooth fur on Throttle's stomach in a soothing action. "Hey, there were two of us in on this you know." He muttered.
Throttle kissed him softly on the lips, an action that made Modo's crotch twitch and ache to be between those pretty thighs again.
"You were both amazing." Throttle corrected, stroking the flesh side of Vinnie's face.
Vinnie in turn began stroking her breast. Throttle moaned a little, but dropped her hand to his. "Give me a minute to recuperate, Vincent!" she pleaded.
"I didn't hurt ya, did I?" Vinnie asked.
Throttle did feel a distinct ache in her pelvis, but it wasn't anything serious. "A little, but I don't mind." She said shyly.
"Kinky bitch." Vinnie giggled.
Modo put his arms around Throttle, pulling her into his lap and cradling her in his massive arms. "That's no way to talk to a lady, Vinnie. You're lucky you didn't tear something inside her the way you were going at her." He chided.
Vinnie lay on his side, propping his head up on one elbow. "Jealous, big fella? That I can make a girl come so hard she blacks out? Hmmm?"
Modo's eye glowed faintly red. Throttle took his face in her hands to get his attention off of Vinnie. "Bros, bros! Stop it, alright?" she insisted.
"Sorry, luv." Modo nodded, kissing her cheek.
Throttle nuzzled into Modo's arms, feeling tired and heavy. "So tired..." she purred. Modo laid her down and let her curl her body against his as Vinnie crawled up beside them, slinging one arm across her back.
"Sleep tight, bro." Vinnie said, kissing her ear.
Between these two large males, however, Throttle didn't quite feel like sleeping. All of a sudden, she once more felt a rush of energy. It started in her vagina, warm and moist, aching again for attention. She quickly woke her 'bros' and kept them up for at least another 2-3 hours . . .