Romance and Trouble-Chapter 22
At this time, the party was in full swing. Music played and everyone was dancing. Martian ale was brought and the mice began drinking. The lady Martian Mouse soldier who Vinnie helped with target practice earlier spotted the white muscular mouse arm-wrestling with another male Martian Mouse. She walked over to see Vinnie easily beat the other mouse.
"Ah ha ha ha! I'm the baddest mamma jamma in the asteroid belt and don't you just hate me for it?" He crowed.
"Modest, too." Modo chuckled.
"Not bad. How about you arm-wrestle me?" The lady purred.
"You talking to me, sweetheart?" He asked.
"Who else would I be talking to?"
"Okay, sweetheart, but I'll be gentle. Don't want to hurt you."
She sat across from him. They gripped hands. The white mouse felt a faint blush. A similar blush was on the lady Martian Mouse's face. Then they began wrestling. Vinnie wasn't as calm and collected as he was when he was wrestling before. He noticed the female officer had unbuttoned her shirt. He saw the tops of her breasts peeking out. He began losing his concentration. She smiled a seductive smile as she saw herself winning. He shook his head as he fought to regain his concentration then froze. She had taken her other hand and was moving it on his thigh. It was between his legs as she fondled his inner thigh.
The woman is got as much game as me. He thought. Man, is she hot!
And before he knew it, she pulled his arm back and won the match.
Everyone cheered.
"Oooh, she destroyed you!" Someone jeered.
"Only 'cause I let her." Vinnie replied, arms folded, looking away.
The woman got up from the table and walked away, hips swinging back and forth. Vinnie ran after her. She side glanced back at him to see him. His eyes were trained on her behind.
"You know you cheated, sweetheart." He said.
"It's Tallulah. And yeah." She replied.
"Ruthless. I like that in a woman."
"Really? See anything else you like?" She purred.
"Yeah." He murmured. Within minutes, their arms were around each other. They began kissing. She moaned as Vinnie's eager hands rubbed every part of her body: her back, shoulders, and her butt. He began kissing her breasts. Her hands caressed his shoulders and arms.
"My room's not far from here. Let's play in bed. I could drive you wild ." She murmured.
"Umm...sounds like a plan to me." He murmured back.
Soon, they were in her room as she began removing her clothes. He began removing his pants. Then he saw a picture of a motorcycle on her wall. Under it were the words: Harley Davidson.
"Charley..." He thought, sadly. He could still picture her green eyes full of concern when he left. Long, shoulder length auburn hair dancing in the wind.
He began putting his pants back on.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Tallulah asked, on seeing him getting up and walking out.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." He replied, walking out.
...
Throttle looked up at the sky. The red sun against a lavender sky now becoming a darker hue. It was funny the way life was. He could remember watching a similar sun go down with Carbine once. It was the first time they kissed.
"Oh, Throttle, I love you." She had said.
"Ditto, babe." He grinned, as his arm went around her shoulders.
"I don't ever want to lose you. Not ever." She breathed, hand on his chest and her other arm around his waist.
"You don't ever have to worry." He said, cupping her cheek in his hand, grinning, "I ain't goin' anywhere."
Then they kissed again.
Two young teenagers in love. Destined to be together. Or so he thought.
Then the war between the Fish Faces happened. Their families wiped out along with countless others. They both joined the military. The war changed them both. Carbine became driven almost obsessed with driving the Plutarkians from Mars. The only thing that mattered was winning the war and saving Mars. Everything else took a back seat including their relationship.
Then he and his bros got wounded and taken to Carbunkle's lab on Plutark. Poor Vinnie lost half his face. Modo his arm. He lost part of his sight. That deranged doc Carbunkle attached a robot arm to the stump where Modo's arm used to be. Good thing it had a laser cannon built in. Thanks to Modo catching on quickly as to how to use it, they were able to escape. He felt hope seeing him blast ole Carbunkle into a wall. They then hopped on board a ship and flew away.
They were on their way back home when the Fish Faces attacked their ship sending them crashing to Earth. He never saw Carbine again.
It was fate that sent them to Earth and caused them to meet Charley Davidson. Without her, they never would've found out the Fish Faces were planning to do to Earth what they did to Mars.
He and his bros fought to save that beautiful blue planet from Lawrence Limburger and the other Fish Faces. His whole goal was to defeat Limburger, bring him back to Mars to stand trial for crimes against Mars and Earth, settle down with Carbine, and live in peace.
But as their fight with Limburger dragged on, Throttle began to wonder if he'd ever see her again. He saw her again when they got transported to Mars but they were falsely accused of helping Limburger. At that time, Carbine became the new leader of the Martian Resistance Fighters. She saw doctored video tape of the Biker Mice destroying buildings on Earth and she was livid with rage. She thought he had betrayed her and their people. She had him and his two bros arrested. She also ordered them to be executed. She was cold and unforgiving. But when Charley proved they were otherwise she felt bad for what she had done. He promised he would come back to her.
"She should've waited for me. Instead she cheats on me." He thought, sadly.
He abruptly ended the relationship in spite of her pleadings not to do it.
He felt sad. His bros and Charley were there for him. Vinnie even offered to hook him up with a new woman to get over Carbine. But he felt he wasn't ready yet. Then he met Cecilla. He still pictured her dark hair as long as Carbine's. Black and soft as raven feathers. Her warm hands and her soft lips. Throttle was confused. He liked Cecilla. She was the nicest woman he ever met. He began having feelings for her. It was obvious she felt the same way. He didn't want to be on the rebound from the relationship he had had with Carbine. But he liked being with her. Cecilla was beautiful, sexy, and smart. She also had a fiery temper. Everything he liked in a woman.
"Cecilla is nothing like Carbine. She wouldn't throw me in jail and ask questions later." He said.
"She must be someone really special then."
He looked up to see Minerva walk up to him as he sat on his bike.
"She's the best." He smiled.
"Who's this Carbine? And why did she try to put you in jail?" She asked.
Throttle's smile faded.
"It's a long story. An ex who thought I forgot about her."
"So her solution is to arrest you? She sounds like a psycho."
"We did love each other at one time. But war does funny things to people. It changed her into someone I didn't know. We split up and I found someone else."
"Someone different from her?"
"Very. I like being with her. I could see a future with her."
"I'm glad."
"I bet you think the same thing about Modo." He said, eyebrow raised and with a knowing smirk on his face .
Minerva's cheeks flushed red.
"Am I that obvious?" She asked.
"Uh, yeah. The way you two have been eying each other, it wasn't that hard to figure out."
"I really like him a lot. He likes me, too, you know?" Minerva replied, looking down, still blushing.
" He deserves to be happy after everything's that happened with this war."
"We both have a reason to keep fighting: we have someone to come home to. Someone we want to keep safe." Minerva said.
"Yeah." Throttle said.
...
Boom!
Charley, Carbine, and Cecilla were awakened to the sound of something striking the Last Chance Garage. They had dozed off on the couch. Something jolted them awake.
"What was that?" Charley asked.
"It sounded like a bomb." Carbine replied.
"But why would anyone want to harm us?" Cecilla asked.
The three women looked out the window to see Greasepit operating a wrecking ball.
"Hey, mousies! I know youse in there!" He shouted, "Come on out!"
"Hurry up and demolish that eyesore of a building, Greasepit, dear boy." Lawrence Limburger said.
"You miserable moles destroyed my building so now I'm going to do the same to your precious Last Chance Garage!" Limburger shouted.
"The Big Cheese sent Greasegutt to wreck my poor building!" Charley said.
"Not if I can help it." Carbine said, "This calls for a lady's touch."
"What are getting ready to do?" Charley asked.
"Drive the human oilstain and Stinky away." She replied.
"Good idea. We need to protect the garage till the guys get back here." Charley said.
"Plus, I have to keep the portal opened." Cecilla said, "The guys are due to come back soon."
"Where are dey?" Greasepit asked.
Suddenly, he was karate kicked out of the driver's seat by Carbine. The latter went into a fighting stance.
"This is as far as you two go." She said.
"General Carbine, I presume?" Limburger said.
"You presumed right. Leave this place at once!"
Suddenly, a laser blast struck the young general knocking her to the ground. Greasepit then picked her up by her collar. Her feet and legs dangled in the air. Carbunkle had come from behind shooting her with a part laser/ stun gun.
"It would seem the odds are in my favor. Those motorcycle riding hamsters will surrender to me now that I have the leader of the Martian Resistance in her power." Limburger cackled.
This day just went from bad to worse.
"Hurry up, Biker Mice." Carbine silently prayed.