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-11

In the months that followed the Martian victory over Plutark, life began to wind down at Mount Ascraeus. Most of Stoker's freedom fighters had left. The fight was over, and they wanted to rebuild their lives. Throttle, Modo, Vinnie and Rimfire stuck around. Throttle out of loyalty to Stoker; Modo and Vinnie out of loyalty to their friend; and Rimfire out of loyalty to his uncle. The halls were quieter, emptier, and food from the monetary above was still bland; but at least now everyone got their own room.

Charley occupied herself between the scrapyard that was no longer a mountain, and the garage. Word spread to Arcadias and as far as Olympia about Charley's skills so there was always a trickle of business coming in. Some customers came for the novelty of a human; some came to see the famous freedom fighters; most came because they were in desperate need of a good mechanic. The freedom fighters, pivoted from fighting Plutarkians to hunting down fugitives who benefitted from the Plutarkian occupation.

No matter how comfortable things seemed for Charley, she had a lingering feeling that something was off. She missed her own shower on earth as she never felt truly clean after a sand shower. She still felt the need to lock her door at night. She started to become more friendly with the mice, but only at an arms length relationship. As the months wore on, Charley began to find herself pulling away from her friendships and spending more time to herself. Eventually, she stopped talking altogether unless she absolutely had to.

"Charley, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong," Throttle said to her as the six of them were sitting at a table eating dinner. Charley had tried to excuse herself before they turned the meal into her intervention. They weren't letting her go this time.

"I'm fine," she lied. "Please, I just want to be alone. It's nothing you can help with anyway."

"What is it we can't help with?" asked Stoker.

Charley looked defeated, and she was tired. Her gaze moved from one mouse to the other. She wanted to hate how concerned they looked. "It's just that it's been over a year since I was abducted and I'm having a hard time dealing with it, this will pass."

The mice gave each other confused looks. "It's been quite a few months, but I don't think it's been a year yet," Modo said. He looked to his bros for reassurance.

"You were here for six months before we rescued you, and you've been with us for seven months now…" Throttle trailed off.

"That's just thirteen months," finished Stoker. "A little over half a year."

Charley stared at the wall ahead of her trying to process what she just heard. "I am going to ask a dumb question but, how long is a year on Mars?" Her question was directed to no one in particular, for all that mattered to her she may have well been talking to a void.

"Twenty-three months; or 687 days," said Modo.

Charley's stopped staring at the wall and instead looked down at her uneaten dinner. She rested her elbows on the table and cradled her face in her hands. "How old are you guys?"

"I just tuned nine," said Rimfire.

"Vinnie is eleven," Throttle said. "Modo and I are both twelve, and Stoker is twenty."

The mice found the questions to be odd but not as odd as Charley's catatonic reaction to their answers.

"I know it ain't polite to ask a woman her age Charley-ma'am but, how old are you?" Modo asked gingerly.

"Going by… earth years, I'm twenty-two."

Rimfire choked on his own breath. Stoker, Throttle, and Modo tried to stifle their surprise. Vinnie, however, broke out into hysterical laughter. "Damn Charley! You look good for your age!" He began to pound his fist on the table, and he leaned back in his chair. "Hey Stoker, how's it feel knowing you're not the oldest anymore?" The laughter stopped once Throttle kicked him from under the table.

"Charley, how long is a year on earth?"

"Twelve months, about half as long as here I suppose."

Tears suddenly began to pour from Charley as she broke down. "I don't belong here." Her voice was cracked, weak, and pitiful.

Vinnie sat up from his relined position. His expression changed from amusement to immediate concern. "Charley-girl, you know you are welcome here, you're one of us."

"No, Vinnie. I'm not. You've all made me feel welcome but I'm not one of you. I don't belong here on this planet. I'm the alien. I was never supposed to be here."

Charley could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into despair, "I wasn't even supposed to be alive for this long."

Modo slammed his hands on the table causing everyone to jump. "We're getting out of here. Pack your bags, we're going to Arcadias. Charley, you need some fresh air and a change of scenery. You can stay at momma's house."

Rimfire was more excited about Modo's decision than anyone else. They would leave early morning and arrive in their home city by afternoon. Charley went along with the motions because she didn't want to fight anymore. She packed up what few items she had, old clothes, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush, all given to her by the mice. There was nothing left from her last night on earth. Everything from that night had either been lost to the desert or stolen by Sand Raiders. Nothing here really belonged to her.

Charley was sitting at the end of her cot when she heard a quiet knock on her door. She got up slowly, unlocked the door and opened it just a crack. When she saw it was Vinnie, she opened the door wide enough for her to slip through. "It's getting a bit late, and we have a long ride ahead of us."

"I'll make this quick then. I'm sorry for laughing at you, I didn't mean to, it just came out, and-"

"Please don't apologize," Charley interrupted. She placed her right hand on his chest, unconsciously trying to push him away. "It's fine. My feelings aren't hurt. I just want to pretend that my outburst didn't happen."

Vinnie grabbed hold of Charley's hand with both of his and squeezed gently but firmly. Charley's mouth was slightly agape as she stared into his striking red eyes. "I'm not going to pretend you didn't say what you said. I'm not going to pretend I acted like an ass. And I'm going to make it up to you when we get to Arcadias, I promise you."

"What are you going to do?" asked Charley. Vinnie still had not let go of her hand and she made to move to resist him. His fur was warm. She had gotten used to Mars being cooler than Earth, but his grip on her reminded her of being truly warm again.

"It's a surprise." Vinnie smiled at her.

"I thought Cave-Mice don't keep secrets," Charley smiled back.

"A surprise and a secret are different things sweet-heart. Just trust me, you'll love this."

He gave her hand one quick squeeze before he let her go and said goodbye. Charley closed the door to her room and locked the door once again. She tenderly held her right hand with her left, tracing the tiny indents his nails left in her palm with her thumb. The heat that radiated from Vinnie's hand had made her blood rush. It made her feel like she was on fire.

Before she could realize what was happening, the warm feeling began to spread its way to other parts of her body. Charley ran to her bed and quickly hid herself under her blankets. She clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her thighs together as she tried to purge the thoughts, the feelings of excitement from her body. He's just being nice to me she told herself. You're over thinking this. He is a MOUSE!

Sleep did not come easy for Charley as her mind kept wandering to thoughts of straddling Vinnie's motorcycle. How soft and warm his fur was, how tight would he wrap his tail around her waste. The harder she tried to ignore her own thoughts the hotter she got. Her sex began to pulse, and she could feel herself getting wet. Charley lay on her back and spread her legs apart, she hoped that God or whoever was up there watching would forgive her for what she was about to do. Charley slipped her hands into pants.

Ever since Vinnie had moved into his own room, he had given up on trying to not think about Charley. He didn't know if she was considered beautiful by human standards, but in his eyes she was breath-taking. At first, he thought he was just projecting his feelings for Harley onto this new girl. But as time went on, and Vinnie learned to let go of Harley, he found he wasn't able to let of Charley.

She was beautiful, smart, strong, talented. She wasn't put off by his teasing, or his disfigured face. With the war over, Vinnie needed to find a new thing to occupy his thoughts; that ended up being Charley. He had been patient with her, hoping she would open up more on her own as she became more comfortable. He hoped she would begin to feel at home with him. This night made it clear that slow and steady never wins the race. He was going to be himself; he was going to show her the Mars that he loved and convince her to live in his world.

Vinnie relaxed in his bed, and slowly stroked his shaft to ease the tension that had been growing in the bulge since talking to Charley. He smiled to himself as he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her plump lips. His eyes closed, his breath was relaxed and steady. He could not wait for tomorrow to come.