Rescue At The Slaughterhouse-chapter 10
Throttle was having some difficulty concentrating on the road. Cecilla sat behind him. She had her arms around the tan-furred leader's waist. Her chin rested on his shoulder. She pressed her body against Throttle's back.
"She feels so warm...so..." He thought, struggling with his thoughts.
It had been a long time since he'd been intimate with anyone. The only one he always pictured himself with had been Carbine. But now he saw her with Steel and the betrayal made him angry. The fact too that distance already put a strain on their rocky relationship. He always told himself and her that once he and his bros defeated Limburger, he would come back home to Mars to be with her.
It upset him that she didn't wait for him. She choose to pursue someone else. He was hurt and wanted to forget her. Maybe that was why he began getting interested in Cecilla. And it wasn't hard. The woman was attractive. Long, dark wavy locks of hair that was usually tied up in a bun but today long, tresses fell down loosely on his arm. Her light green eyes always had a gentle light in them when she stared at him. She was nothing like Carbine. She was sweet, kind, helpful, and sexy. The woman also made it plain that she definitely was interested in him as well. He couldn't believe they had made out in her barn.
He wondered if he was making a mistake in responding to her? A human female? Plus, she was a witch. Did he really feel this way about her or did she use some of her hocus pocus on him?
"Dear Odysseus..." Cecilla thought as she gazed at him, "So torn between desire and duty. I'll soon take you away from such duty."
"So how far away is this place?" Throttle asked her, breaking the silence.
"Oh, it's not far." She replied, then purred, "Why? I'm not holding you tight enough? I can quickly fix that."
She pressed her body even closer. Throttle felt her breasts press against his back. A slight blush flashed across his face.
"Man, her breasts are softer than Carbine's." He thought, musing.
Cecilla smiled seductively at him.
"I could give you a private showing of them later on if you're interested." She whispered in his ear out of everyone's hearing.
He glanced back as surprise lit up his features wondering how she knew what he was thinking. She grinned mischievously.
"I'm a witch, remember? Mind-reading is another one of my powers." She explained.
"Yeah, well, I would prefer to keep my thoughts to myself. Thank you."He said.
"Of course." She replied, grinning and laying her head on his shoulder. She happily sighed as she breathed in scents from his fur. Sweat, after shave mingled with motor oil wafted through it.
Carbine was watching the whole scene. She was too far away to hear what they were saying. But it was clear Cecilla was trying to put the moves on Throttle. Carbine was determined that that vamp wasn't going to get her dirty mitts on him. Carbine frowned when she saw Cecilla move her hands from around Throttle's waist to his manly chest. Her hands went under his vest. When they all got stopped at a red light, Throttle gently moved her hands back down to his waist. They drove on and back her hands went up his chest.
"That's it!" She thought.
She was going to nip this in the bud now.
"Ride closer to Throttle, Modo. I want to ask him something." She told Modo.
"Right away, Miss General Ma'am." Modo responded.
The gray-furred giant rode right up to Throttle. Carbine threw out her foot kicking Cecilla in her leg. That made the latter jump and take her hands off Throttle. She frowned at Carbine.
"Oops! Sorry. My bad." Carbine said.
"Carbine, what are you?" Throttle asked.
"My foot must've slipped off the bike." She lied.
"She did that on purpose!" Cecilla accused.
"Is that the place you sent Limburger?" She asked, expertly changing the subject.
Cecilla glared at Carbine then looked to see what she was pointing at. It was a large farm with animals, a barn, and a wheat silo.
"It is. Farmer Bill runs it. We should find Limburger in time." She replied, as Throttle stopped and she got off the bike. She turned her nose up at Carbine and stomped off.
"Let's do this." Carbine said, head held high, shoulders back, full military mode.
Vinnie, Modo, and Throttle glanced at the two women and then each other wondering what was up with them.
An older man was running across a field. Several men were looking around. He saw Cecilla Hawkings run up.
"Land of Goshen! If it ain't Miss Hawkings!" He cried out, stopping the tractor. The Biker Mice rode up to them.
"Farmer Bill, where are the pigs I sold you?" She asked.
"I sent them to the slaughterhouse, but one broke loose. A green, strange looking thing if I ever did see one!"
"That's gotta be that over inflated beach whale!" Throttle told the others, "You know where it ran off to?"
Some men said it ran into this field."
"Guys, I dont see Greasepit or Carbunkle...You think that demented doc and that human oil slick bought the farm?" Charley asked.
"Maybe they escaped being slaughtered you think?" Cecilla asked, hopefully.
"And if they didn't...You don't think...?" She began.
"Could be." Carbine said.
"Vinnie, Modo, you two go to the slaughterhouse and find Limburger's two flunkies. The rest of us will keep searching for Hallibutt " Throttle said.
"Follow me." Farmer Bill said, accompanying Vinnie and Modo, "You don't know this farm like I do."
The old man ran to an unmarked small building at the end of the farm followed by Modo and Vinnie.
Both mice looked to see a pig with a crop of carrot red hair and another pig in overalls standing with a herd of other pigs being herded on a conveyor belt to a large dark room. Terrified squeals could be heard up ahead.
"Looks like we spotted them." Modo said.
"I've never see pigs that look like that." Farmer Bill exclaimed on seeing them.
"Hey, Greasegutt! You, too, Dr. Giggles!" Vinnie called out.
The two pigs in question looked up.
"Better get off if you don't want to end up as sliced bacon and pork chops."
The two pigs stiffened up and looked as they looked into the dark room the conveyor belt let them to only to faintly see a dead pig hung upside down with its blood drained out of it. They squealed in terror and jumped off the conveyor belt into the arms of Vinnie and Modo.
"So how do we sniff out the Big Cheese?" Carbine asked.
"I can do you one better, a locator spell." Cecilla said, "I just need something of Limburger's."
"We don't have anything of his." Throttle said.
"Oh, yes we do." Charley said, picking a small metal, round case. She opened it and made a face. Inside were live brownish pink worms. They writhed and wiggled. She closed it up.
"Ughhh! Let's get this over with before I lose my lunch." Charley groaned.
Cecilla took out a shiny blue crystal that hung suspended by a gold chain. She hung it over the case.
"Now, take us to Limburger." Cecilla told the crystal. It glowed with an unearthly aura and then pointed behind a tree. There was Limburger digging through the mud.
Throttle took the case from Charley. He had a great idea.
"Hey, Hallibutt, lookee, looked!" He said, holding out the open case.
The pig excitedly ran towards him. He placed the case inside of a cage. Limburger ran in.
"Now, Charley-girl!" He called out.
She closed the cage down trapping Limburger inside.
"Bros!" Vinnie and Modo said, bringing a pig under each arm
"Cecilla." Throttle motioned her as she raised her wand over the cage returning the Big Cheese to his normal self.
"I'm my handsome self again!" The Big Cheese exclaimed, looking at himself, happily.
"That's not the word I'd use, Fish Lips!" Throttle chuckled.
"Yeah, try butt ugly." Vinnie said.
"And reeks up to high heaven!" Modo said.
Both mice were carrying Limburger's two flunkies.
"You guys saved them." Charley said.
"Sweetheart, was there ever a doubt? We're the baddest mamma jammas in the cosmos!" Vinnie crowed.