I don't own the Biker Mice from Mars. If its you, don't sue, unless you want my bills.
After months of planning, it was finally time for Throttle and Carbine to get married. The happy couple were currently riding on the back of Throttle's bike. Her head was turned to the right, resting against his back.
"What are you planning on doing, while I get my final fitting, Throttle?" Carbine asked, stroking the fur on his abs, feeling the firm muscles.
"Probably, hanging with Modo and Vinnie," he answered. "Babe, as much as I love your touch, its getting very difficult to concentrate with your hands where they are."
She leaned in closer to the right side of his face, then said, "What if I like where my hands are, babe?"
He moved his eyes to the right, seeing the playful smirk on his fiancée's face. He wished they were parked, so he could wipe that smirk off of her face by kissing her, nice and hard. But right now, her touch was driving him mad with desire. "If we weren't riding, you could touch me, anyway you want. Since, we are, riding my bike, I'd prefer not to wreck it, babe."
Carbine sat back and folded her arms under her chest, as she said, "You're no fun anymore."
Throttle patted her left thigh, smiling as he twisted the throttle open wider.
They finally arrived at Carbine's mother's place and stopped next to her bike. The pitch black chopper was the perfect compliment to her mother's personality. Ridged as a board. She had Stoker and Harley equip the bike with long, raked chrome forks, tear drop fuel tank, the frame dropped low at the seat, lowering the center of gravity, only the rear tire was covered by the barest of fenders, and finally, the only part of the bike that had some sort of suspension, the small dark brown leather seat, supported by small chrome springs.
Throttle looked over the machine, then asked, "How does you mom ride this thing?"
Carbine was dismounting his bike when he asked his question. She walked over to her mother's bike, threw her right leg over the rear fender, and sank down in the saddle. She grabbed the hand grips attached to a pair of Ape-Hangars, then said, "Believe it or not, lover, its more comfortable than it looks."
Carbine's mother opened the front door, to see her daughter, sitting on her bike. She placed her hands on her hips, then said, "Dear daughter, if you are still planning on getting married, or even living past the next five minutes, I suggest you get off my bike!"
Carbine let go of the handgrips, crossed her arms under her chest, and leaned forward over the tank, all the while looking defiantly at her mother. "Its going to be mine, someday, mother."
Throttle loved Carbine, but he also knew, if he got in between her and her mother, he would end up being in the crosshairs of both of them. He sat on his bike, watching the wills of the two most, Stone Headed women he knew battle it out.
Her mother walked towards her daughter, with purposeful strides. Her legs were encased in tight jeans, and black calf high heeled boots. She had a white tank top on with an open black leather vest, showing off most of her collarbone and her feminine but toned arms. Her fur had the same coloring as Carbine's. And in both of ears were five silver studs. She stopped in front of her daughter, threw her weight onto her right hip, then said, "Carbine! Until I die, this bike is mine, and mine alone! Get off of it, and don't scratch the paint!"
Carbine leaned back, lifting her left leg over the tank, and went to stand directly in her mother's face.
Both females stared at each other, with their eyes narrowed, and the corners of their mouths lifted.
After a few tense minutes, both females smiled at each other, then hugged. "I hope you plan on keeping up the same intensity, with Throttle, once he's your husband?" Her mother asked.
"I don't have to, mother. He's an amazing man. He reminds me of dad, in more ways than one," Carbine said.
"You mean, he's good in the sack?"
Throttle's face turned bright red. He looked over to his fiancée, hoping she would have the sense, not to answer her mother's question. But he knew, Carbine and her mother were too much alike, for his own good.
As he expected, Carbine answered, "I wouldn't know, how good dad was in the sack, mother. But I will tell you, Throttle takes care of me, very well."
He slapped his face in disbelief, that she actually answered her mother. "Carbine, I love you, more and more each day. I can't wait until the day we are married. However, when you and your mother get together, I'm amazed at how brazen you both get."
Carbine let go of her mother, turned to the right to face him, then said, "You have no idea, how brazen, me and my mother can get, lover." She sauntered over to him, kissed him, nice and deeply, then said, "Go on and play with Modo and Vinnie. You can't see me in my dress until the Big Day."
Throttle kissed her, then said, "I can take a hint." He put his helmet back on, started his bike, then said, "Don't get in too much trouble."
"Who is that directed towards?" Carbine asked.
"Both of you," he answered, then left.
After he left, her mother said, "How much trouble can we get into, Carbine? You're getting fitted for your wedding dress, not coming with me, to audition the dancers for your Bachelorette Party."
Carbine whipped her body around to face her mother, then asked, "What!?"
"Do you really think I'd let you get married, without giving you a proper send off? What type of mother do you think I am?"
"The type, I never dared to bring my friends home to meet, mother. Can we get this fitting over? Stoker is coming by in about two hours, to go over the new plans for the Freedom Fighter's Hideout," Carbine said.
"Stoker's coming here? Well, won't he be in for a surprise. Your sister, Rayne is here. He hasn't seen her in years," her mother said.
They entered her home and her mother closed the door. Carbine went into the kitchen to get a drink, when she saw someone who had the same fur as her and her mother, but her body was very curvy, and toned, instead of pear shaped. She was wearing black tights with a denim skirt and a white blouse. She left the first few buttons open to expose her chest. Her face matched Carbine's, minus the scar, and she had a pair of earrings in her ears. "Rayne?" Carbine asked.
Rayne turned to face her sister, ran over to her, and hugged her tightly, as she said, "I can't believe my little sister is getting married!"
Carbine hugged her back, as she said, "Can't believe it either, Rayne. You'll like Throttle, I promise." She pulled back, gave her sister a once over with her eyes, then asked, "The last time I saw you, you looked more like dad did, nice and full. When did you get all those curves?"
"Living out in the desert, does that, sis. You like?" Rayne answered, bending her left knee.
"You look hot! I'm going to have to keep Vinnie on a short leash, once he sees you," Carbine said.
"He's cute, but from what I heard, he has it, real bad for Harley. She and I once were good friends, I couldn't do that to her," Rayne said.
"She'd tie your tail in a knot, if you did try," Carbine said, then asked, "Care to help me get into my dress?"
"Oh yes! I can't wait to see my sister, the Most Bad-Ass General in the Army, in a wedding dress!"
A few minutes later, all three of them were in Rayne's room. They got Carbine into her dress and while Rayne fastened the top, Rayne said, "I thought this would look, trashy on you, but boy was I wrong. You look gorgeous!"
After Rayne stepped back from her sister, Carbine turned to look at herself in the full length mirror. Staring back at her, was her reflection wearing a very low cut wedding gown with most of her shoulders exposed. The long tight sleeves had much lace, they might as well not be there. The material cinched at her waist, showing off the very feminine curves of her mid-section. Most of her back was completely bare. With the exception of two pieces of nylon, which matched her fur exactly, securing the top at her shoulders. Finally there was the skirt. It fell to the floor in waves but tapered to her legs. However, the dress had a long and wide slit, which bared her entire left leg.
"Carbine, either that dress is going to kill Throttle, or what happens after the wedding will do him in," her mother stated.
Both Rayne and Carbine faced her, and simultaneously said, "Mom!" Followed by Rayne asking, "I hope you mean, all the dancing they are going to do at the reception?"
Their mother gave them a knowing smile, then answered, "I might, or I might have meant what's going to occur, when your sister gets him alone."
There was a knock at the front door, which caused all three of the females to look at the bedroom door, questioning who was there.
"That can't be Stoker, its way too early. He's still out at the Army Base," Carbine stated.
"I'll go and see who it is," their mother said and left.
She walked over to the front door and opened it. On the other side stood Stoker, wearing one of his 1000 watt smiles. He asked, "How's the Baddest Biker Chick on Mars, Mercy?"
"Didn't you used to call my daughter that, Stoker? And I'm fine," Mercy said. She stepped aside, letting him in. She closed the door and hugged Stoker.
Stoker hugged her back and said, "I did, Mercy. However, the title suits you better." He stepped back, getting a real good look at her, then said, "You still got it, for a mouse your age."
"For a mouse my age?" Mercy said, then punched him, nice and hard in the left arm. "I remember when you used to follow me around, with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, Stoker! So, I never lost it!"
"Mercy. You always wore those tight pants that showed off your legs and tail, quite well, I couldn't help myself from staring at you," he said, rubbing his arm where she punched him.
"I did, and still do, as you can see. Carbine should be down soon. You should have gotten here sooner, you could have seen her in her dress. She kind of looks like I did, when I got married," she said.
"I can only assume, you looked hotter than the sun, Mercy?" He asked.
"Hmm, I don't know about that, Stoker. But my husband couldn't keep his hands to himself, once he said "I do." Which I didn't mind at all," Mercy said.
"He was one lucky mouse," he said. Then heard a pair of boots on the stairs. He lifted his head just in time to see a pair of very shapely, feminine legs, encased in black skin tight material, followed by a denim skirt. Another few steps revealed the wearer's curvy waist, toned arms, and moderate chest in a cream colored blouse. Finally her hair and face were shown. To him, her fur and hair had a glow, which attracted his attention. "Wow!" He silently said.
Rayne reached the bottom of the stairs, turned and saw Stoker, standing there by her mother. She noticed Stoker, and said, "Stoker!" As she ran over to him.
He instinctively opened his arms and embraced her, when she was close enough. "Not that I don't mind having a beautiful girl in my arms, who obviously knows who I am, but who are you?"
Rayne looked up at Stoker, then asked, "You really don't remember me?"
"I'd remember, someone who looks like you," he said with a smile.
"I'm Carbine's older sister, Rayne," she said.
Stoker ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair, but keeping his right one around her waist, as he said, "Rayne? You're Rayne? The last time I saw you, you had a full figure, not the one you have now."
"I used to have a full figure, Stoker. I spent two years, running around the desert with the Army. Guess all that exercise paid off," She said before she pulled out of his single armed embrace, did a full turn for him, and asked, "Do you like?"
His answer came out on a breath, "What's not to like?"
Mercy heard him and pulled on his left ear, bringing his down to her level, then she whispered, "Ask her for a date. You know you want to, Stoker." She fully knew, Rayne had a crush on him for years, but thought he was interested in Harley. She let go of him a few seconds later.
"I might, user have to do that," he said with a smile.
"Might have to what, Stoke?" Rayne asked.
"Might have to ask you to come with me, out back to watch the sun set, Rayne," he answered.
Rayne walked over to him, with her tail swaying. She pulled his right arm through hers, and said, "Lead on."
Stoker led Rayne out of the room with his right arm, firmly wrapped around her left.
Mercy watched them both leave and once they were out of ear shot, she said, "One daughter engaged, and another, might be in for the ride of her life. A mother's work is never done."
Mercy's home is one of the only a few in the area with a deck off of the back of the house which faced the desert. That view offered some of the best views of the sun setting.
Stoker brought Rayne over to the railing, just as the sun was setting over the horizon.
"I really missed this place," Rayne said as she leaned forward, resting her forearms on the rail. "This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."
Despite the spectacular sight in front of him, his eyes were focused on Rayne. "I'm looking at something better."
Rayne turned her head to the left, to see where Stoker was looking. To her surprise, he was staring at her. She lifted her body from the railing, folded her hands in front of her, then she nervously said, "Stoker. I'm going to head back and help Carbine."
She turned to head back into the house, but was stopped by Stoker, who said, "Hey, I haven't seen you in two years, Rayne. You might not have the same attitude as Carbine, but you never shied away from anything. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"
She took her arm back, as she answered, "You've been taking lessons from Vinnie on how to Woo a girl, Stoker. You haven't seen or heard from me in two years and even before that, you never once called me, beautiful. Our relationship was based on me being One of the Guys and not Girlfriend material. Despite me wanting to have you, call me yours for years." She turned towards the house, bringing her hands to her eyes, and started crying.
Stoker slowly walked over to stand behind Rayne and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "What do you mean, 'Wanting me to call you, yours,' Rayne?" He asked, knowing he hurt her.
She lowered her hands away from her face to cover his hands, and answered, "I've had my eyes on you, for a long time, Stoker. I watched in silence as you chased Harley, and it hurt, knowing your arms were going to be around one of my friends. When she chose Vinnie over you, I thought I had my chance, then the whole thing with Mace happened and you shut down. I left, hoping to find out what happened to Harley. Somehow, she came back from where ever, on her own, and directly into Vinnie's arms. I saw your face light up, when you saw her again. However, when she kissed Vinnie, right in front of you, I saw on your face, you knew she would never love you the way you wanted. You were still hung up on Harley to even think of getting involved with me, or anyone else. So, I left again, heading out to the desert to work with the Army. The only reason I came back, was to see Carbine get married. Now, here you are, looking even more handsome then you did back then, and all those feelings I have for you are returning."
Everything she felt for him was now out in the open. He had no idea, she felt that way about him. He always thought, she was Carbine's sister, who used her mind to analyze any situation the Freedom Fighters were in, and coming up with ideas no one ever thought of to get them out. Not potential girlfriend material. But if he was truly honest with himself, he did carry a small torch for her. Since Rayne bared herself to him, he should do the same, letting her know, how he really felt about her. "Rayne, you have no idea how wrong you are," he said.
She turned around, looking into his eyes, confused at his reply. "What am I wrong about, Stoker? Me liking you for years, not expecting you to return my feelings, or you being infatuated with Harley?"
"The first mostly, Rayne," he answered. "I did chase after Harley. She is what most men want in. A woman. Beauty, brains, and the attitude to make her one of the best Freedom Fighters there ever was."
Rayne turned to leave again, but she was stopped by him, saying, "But she was way too young for me and a perfect match for Vinnie. I knew I never had a shot with her, once that young punk joined. Seeing them together felt right. I pushed them into each other's arms, without them knowing it. I also think, he's going to ask her to marry him, sometime soon. Now, as far as you liking me, and not expecting me to return your feelings, that wouldn't have happened. I always thought, you were way out of my league. Actually, you were too good for any of the men. There were quite a few of the guys who wanted to date you, including myself. But being the Team Leader, I had to put the team before myself, and having the guys fighting over the brains of the operation, wasn't going to happen. I ordered everyone to stay away from you for completely selfish reasons, I wanted you for my own. Seeing you now, makes me want to kick my own tail, for not acting on what my heart felt, all those years ago. Rayne, will you go out with me, and allow me to take you to your sister's wedding?"
"How do I know you're telling the truth, Stoker? You haven't exactly had the best luck with women," she asked.
He ran his fingers though her jet black hair, bringing his lips closer to hers, then said, "Let's see if this will convince you." He kissed her. Pouring everything he could into their first, and hopefully not their last kiss.
Rayne closed her eyes and fell under the spell of his intense kiss, and starting kissing him back, letting her hands slip under his vest.
Stoker took that as a sign to go further. His hands slipped down to her lower back, pulling her into his body, then slipped his left hand to her backside.
That was when Carbine stepped out onto the back porch, dressed in her normal clothing. She witnessed her sister and Stoker in an intense kiss with his hand on her sister's ass, then she said, "Uh uh! No fucking way are you dating my sister, Stoker!"
End of Chapter