The following is a piece of fan fiction based on Biker Mice From Mars. All characters were created by Rick Ungar, original story by Tom Tataranowicz, and are not my property.

This is an AU retelling of BMFM and explores mature subject matter including death, violence, abuse, sex (con and noncon), torture, and mutilation. Reader's discretion is advised. Some character history has been altered from their original source but like I said, this is an AU.

Chapter-16

Charley was never one to enjoy sharing a bed. Even when she and Jack were an item years ago, she would prefer that they went their own ways at the end of the night. She just liked her own space. Being alone was comfortable; familiar. When anyone started to get too close to her, too clingy, she would unconsciously push them away. The harder anyone tried to get closer, the harder she would push back. It would always end in break-up, but at least the distance she placed between her and everyone else ensured that her heart never ached too much.

Trying to get some distance from Vinnie was proving to be a challenge. The mouse had been spooning her, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck and wrapping his tail lazily around her thigh. Any time Charley attempted to slip out from his embrace, he would simply let out a content moan and pull her in closer, like a child snuggling with his stuffy. Eventually, she gave in, rested her head on the soft fur of his firm arm, and drifted in and out of restless slumber.

Vinnie mumbled in his sleep. Usually, he would utter whatever nonsense train of thought was going through his unconsciousness. Sometimes it sounded as though he were speaking to Charley, or about her; commenting on her smell, how soft her skin felt, asking her to stay a little longer.

Charley's mind, heart, and body were warring with one another with conflicting narratives of her current situation: Her body telling her that this was just an itch that needed scratching and that she should indulge herself; her mind telling her that this was just a side affect of their mental link, a spur of the moment thing; her heart telling her that she was nothing more than a placeholder for some other mouse he was missing, that she would never truly belong with these mice.

She tried once more to break free from Vinnie's hold on her. The nerves on the back of her neck lit up as she felt his nose bury into her hair to breathe her in. "Just stay a bit longer," Vinnie said in his sleep. Then, the familiar electric sensation of Vinnie entering her mind. Whatever conflicting doubts she was wrestling with were washed away, leaving her in a state of calm. Charley leaned back into the weightlessness of Vinnie's mind. There were no visual cues, no sounds, just a feeling all around her I want you here with me.

Charley awoke next to the sensation of Vinnie kissing her neck and jawline. She rolled over to kiss him back. She parted his lips with her tongue, and he, in turn, penetrated her mouth to explore with his own. His hand wrapped around the back of her head as his kisses became more passionate.

Their lips parted to catch their breaths. Charley could feel the pressure of Vinnie's erection pressed up against her hips. She wanted him again, even though her body ached from the night before. Slowly, she lifted her leg over Vinnie's hip and pressed her pelvis into his.

Vinnie let out a low growl as he rolled onto his back, holding Charley by her ass and lifting her on top of him. "You want me to take you for a ride sweet-heart?"

Charley lay her hands flat on his chest and positioned herself so that he was right at her entrance. "I'll try to not make as much noise this time around." Vinnie's eyes rolled back, and he let out a sharp exhale as Charley lowered herself onto him. She clenched her muscles making everything tighter. Lowering herself onto his chest, her bare breasts pressed into his torso, she whispered in his ear. "You offered to take me for a ride Vinnie."

"Yeah," he whispered back. "Yeah, I did."

"Then fuck up."

It was still early morning. The two lay on their backs on the cot, fully exposed to the open air of Vinnie's room, basking in their own glory. The carnal desires of Charley's body had overruled any reservations she might have thought. Her legs felt like rubber, muscles in her worn body were twitching from over-stimulation. Vinnie was in no better condition.

"Charley you are amazing you know that?" he panted. "You're so perfect, and you're so fucking beautiful."

Charley closed her eyes and smile. "I have never been fucked like that before."

"That's because I'm the baddest mama jamma on this planet."

"This planet and earth," Charley laughed. "Whatever you did to me, with your antennae, I feel so fucking high right now."

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you coming back for more."

"I think you've made me come enough as it is."

Vinnie rolled over on his side to face Charley, his hands moved down to part her sex and he gently teased at her nub. "Oh, I can still get you to come around," he teased.

Charley breathed though the stimulations, feeling herself get wetter somehow. "Vinnie, please, it's too much for me, I need a pause."

"You don't know what you do to me Charley-girl." Vinnie moved his hand to begin fondling her breasts. "The way you smell, the way you taste. I've tried to be cool around you but now that I've had you, this is all that I want. I can't get enough of you."

Charley kissed him on the cheek. "You can have me, all of me, but my hips need some time to recover."

The two lay down looking at each other. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?" asked Vinnie.

"You mentioned it a couple minutes ago."

"You're so fucking beautiful, Charley."

"And you're the sweetest, most gorgeous mouse I've ever met."

Vinnie's ears started twitching. "The others are up."

Charley darted up to a sitting position. "How the fuck am I going to get back to my room without being noticed?"

"It's fine, babe."

Vinnie slipped out of bed and started putting his pants on. He picked Charley's close off the floor and tossed them to her. While she sat in the cot dressing herself, Vinnie placed his ear to the door and listened to the goings on of the other mice.

"It's Modo and Throttle," he whispered as Charley tiptoed her way to his side. "They are walking down the hall, talking about speaking with Stoker." He started to scowl prompting Charley to ask him what's wrong. "I am not braggadocios!"

Charley folded her arms and gave the mouse a deadpan stare, "Really Vinnie?"

"It's not bragging if it's true!" He mouthed at her. Charley opened her mouth to protest but Vinnie covered her lips with a finger and shushed her as he put his ear back to the door. "Their gone," he said after a minute of waiting.

Vinnie gingerly opened the door and stepped out. Charley followed afterwards on her tip toes, peering around the corner to make sure the other two mice were indeed gone. With the coast clear, she let out a sigh of relief and Vinnie shut his door.

"I need to shower and change clothes, and then we can grab something to eat?"

"I'll save your seat for you, sweet-heart." Vinnie pulled her into one last embrace and kissed her.

When their lips parted and their eyes opened, Charley saw something in the periphery of her vision. To the right of them twenty feet down the hall stood Rimfire. The three stared at each other in awkward silence.

"I was just at your door, and you didn't answer when I knocked," said Rimfire. "I was just on my way to ask Vinnie if he knew where you were."

Charley and Vinnie did not speak. He let her go from his grasp and she quickly readjusted her blouse which had begun to ride up her back.

"I thought Vinnie would know where you were because you guys are close… friends?"

"Yep," Charley nodded. "Vinnie and I are close friends and that's when I woke up early, I came over to say good morning to him."

"Charley was just telling me, as a friend, that she is so excited… for you to be working with her. She had to come over and tell me how excited she is."

There was another silent pause broken when the two mice heard Stoker calling out for Vinnie to get his tail over to him double time. Leaving Charley and Rimfire alone.

"So, we can start after breakfast?" Rimfire asked.

"That sounds like a great plan."

"Does my uncle and Throttle know that you two are… good friends."

"Nope."

"I won't rat you two out."

Charley thanked him and began to make her way back to her room. As she passed him, Rimfire gave her an impish grin. "Hey Charley, am I your good friend too?" The smile was quickly wiped off his face as Charley punched him in the shoulder, harder than he could anticipate, and she carried on her way down the hall.