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"Ma-cheese-mo"

"Talk about a look for you, Charley-girl! I mean... hubba-hubba!"

Vinnie's mouth hung open as he observed Charley in a black leather jacket, leather pants that flared out at the heels, a pair of black hightops and a pink blouse that sank a little lower than she was used to wearing. Her hair was pulled back and she lowered her sunglasses to look at the white furred Martian.

"Eat your heart out, Olivia Newton-John." She said before blowing a bubble from the gum in her mouth and popping it."

Vinnie's smile remained static as he responded; "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said.

"It's from a movie, you idiot." Charley answered. "I think I took it to a whole new level with this disguise though."

"Whatever you wanna call it, it's got the a-ok from me!"

Charley rolled her eyes. "You are encouragable. You really need to teach him some manners, Modo."

Modo, standing behind Vinnie immediately brought his hands down onto his bro's shoulders, making Vinnie grunt under the forced weight pushed upon them. "Yes ma'am, I do try. But can't deny the boy likes what he sees."

"You two make sure the place is in one piece when we get back." Throttle; the third of the mice stepped forward, running a cleaning cloth over his glasses. "Remember the last time? I'm still finding root beer splashed in the oddest places."

"Again with the root beer?" Vinnie sighed. "Look I explained how sorry I was, I didn't realize how much pressure that keg had built up."

"Yeah, especially after riding it home from an hour trip on a motorcycle. I'm glad it waited until it got here before it exploded."

Wordlessly, Vinnie shrugged and passed off an innocent smile. Modo interjected "Don't worry, I'll make sure things go a little smoother tonight. But I don't see why we can't just go with you."

Throttle had slipped a leg over his motorcycle and Charley climbed on the back. He shook his head. "Too risky, hell it's too risky for Charley but she insists."

"I don't much like the idea of posing as a girl interested in---guhh...--Greasepit, but it's a dirty job and somebody has to do it."

"What makes ya think Limburger is gonna come back?" Modo asked. "I mean, every time he tried something we were able to stop him, isn't that why the Plutarkians banished him?"

Throttle shrugged. "It's just to be safe, if they decided to give Limburger a chance to come back, we gotta know to be ready."

Charley put the finishing touch of her costume-a blonde wig-on her head and brushed it back, disguising her trademark red hair. She now looked much different than normal and Vinnie fluffed his cheeks in disapproval. "You really ought to rethink that hair." He said. "Blonde just isn't your color."

"That's the point of a disguise, Vin." She said as she brought her glasses back over her eyes and placed her hands on Throttle's waist. "Don't wait up boys!" She called out as Throttle's engine revved and the pair were gone in a shot.

As the trail of their departure faded, Vinnie looked at Modo, who then rolled his visible eye and started back toward the door leading into the stadium. "What's that all about?"

"What's what all about?" Modo asked.

"That look you gave me."

Modo sighed. "Is that really necessary? Drooling over Charley like that? It's getting to be real annoying."

"It's all part of my charm; my machismo, if you will." Vinnie said, adjusting the straps across his chest slightly. "I mean, Charley expects a certain amount of macho-ness from her furry bodyguards so I give it one-hundred and ten percent."

"Whatever." Modo spoke dismissively as they made their way toward the scoreboard that doubled as their home and homebase. "I'm gonna go work on my bike, go do whatever you want."

There was a silence as Vinnie followed Modo into the board. Sighing, he turned toward the fridge as Modo used a jack to bring his bike a foot into the air, he pulled out a large blue colored creeper and slid underneath it to fiddle with the oil tank as the white mouse popped open a bottle of root beer and saddled the stool at the table. "So what're you doing?" He asked, taking a swig of the soda.

Modo peered at Vinnie from under the bike. "I'm workin'." He answered shortly.

Vinnie put his hands up defensively, a mouth full of soda preventing him from speaking until he swallowed. "Well, excuse me. Last time you and me were alone here, we found other things to work on."

A red eye glared this time as Modo once again interrupted his work to answer. "That---that was a fluke." He said. "Ain't gonna happen again."

"Oh, is'at so?" Vinnie said as he put his bottle down and got up.

Modo had been half paying attention to what Vinnie was saying until the mouse suddenly yanked his creeper out from under the bike and he sat firmly on the grey mouse's chest. Modo had removed his chest piece to more easily fit under his machine, but the feeling of Vinnie's pants pressing against every inch of fur on his chest startled him. His nose somehow found its way directly pressed against Vinnie's firm ass cheek and the wrench he was using fell out of his hand. The bolt from the oil drum had fallen loose and he could feel it draining out. "Aw, V-Vinnie. Come on, look at this, it's going to take me an hour to clean up this mess."

"Did I make a mess? I'm sorry about that." Vinnie responded with an unapologetic tone as his hands folded over the top of Modo's pants and slid their way down under his belt, taking hold of the larger mouse's shaft. Modo twitched upon the discovery and he gasped. "But I think I found something that likes this." He said with a grin, leaning forward and pushing Modo further from under the bike as Vinnie's teeth and tongue began to work along the prominent bulge in all the unsoiled areas he could find.

As he leaned down, Modo noticed Vinnie's pants without the harness he tended to wear fell fairly loose on the hips, the cleft of his ass peeking through the top of them bade him to touch it. He groaned some and his hands pressed flat against the white mouse's cheeks. Vinnie couldn't resist a chuckle. "Mmm now that's what I'm talking about." He said and almost as if on queue, pulled Modo's zipper back and extracted the member inside.

Vinnie wrapped his mouth around the shaft, enjoying the sudden twitch as Modo's muscle flexed in response to the warmth. Vinnie's tongue licked at some of the pent up precum and his tail swished wildly this time. Modo grasped the base of the mouse tail and almost eagerly now yanked down the center of Vinnie's jeans back before running his tongue along the cleft. Vinnie obliged and leaned forward some to help Modo in bringing his pants down even further until his own balls rested flush against the muscular chest. He moaned at the warm tongue invading his cleft. Licking his lips, he returned to the shaft, again closing his mouth over it and bringing his muzzle down along it.

Modo was thick and rather hung, the back of his throat reminded him of this when it reached its limit a little over halfway down. He grinned a bit and grabbed the fuzzy balls, squeezing them playfully between his fingers as he twisted his head and adjusting himself with every thrust Modo gave his face.

"Nnnhhh..." Modo moaned softly as he shifted Vinnie's legs. His mouth briefly juggled Vinnie's balls as his tongue bathed the underside of his shaft soon enough, he was indulging in the rodent's full sack resting on his nose as the shaft pushed downward into his throat. While not as thick as his own, Modo enjoyed the taste of Vinnie's spunk. It had almost a wild flavor to it which made him want to drink it up. He swallowed and pushed Vinnie's head deep down into his gullet, easily taking the full length with room to spare.

"E-easy big guy." Vinnie panted after a few minutes of this, moving his mouth only to send a stream of saliva down Modo's crotch. "You're gonna make me cum so fast."

"Oh really?" Modo asked. "Well I know how you like it." He said before spreading the cheeks apart and dragging his tongue on a longer course from Vinnie's balls to his tail and making Vinnie moan and begin to drip like a faucet on his chest.

Vinnie leaned forward at Modo's forceful hands and stood up, his pants began to slide down and the big mouse helped him to step out of them. Modo grinned at Vinnie as the smaller of the two then helped him out of his pants as well. Straddling Modo's lap now, Vinnie squeezed his cheeks slightly around the member, which bounced and flexed urgently against him. He pushed back against it and watched as Modo felt the urge to buck his hips upward. "You ready for this, big guy?" He asked teasingly as he angled his ass up and down, letting the meat slide against his continually wetting backside, his own cock grinding into Modo's muscles as it rode through his abdominal muscles. "Mmmhhh..." He groaned as he leaned back, feeling Modo's hands grab at his waist in an attempt to guide himself, but Vinnie pressed downward. The younger mouse was always so full of energy, he enjoyed being a controlling bottom. Slowly he leaned back and forward, catching the tip of Modo's cock and letting it pull at his ring. Modo was almost trembling in need now.

It happened so fast that Vinnie almost didn't expect it, Modo's fleshy hand and his robotic hand both clamped down firmly on his waist and he felt the cock push upward. He let out a sharp "YAOW!" before feeling Modo penetrate him. "Unhhh!" He grunted as he was violently thrown backward like a bucking bronco rider. Modo growled almost ferally as he thrust into Vinnie's warmth, he then panted loudly and threw his head back, bucking so hard into Vinnie that the white mouse's back almost made an 'N' shape out of it.

Deeper Modo plunged, his muscles flexing as his abdomen crushed the younger mouse's spurting shaft, he watched it bob up and slap down, splashing white precum all over his smoky gray fur. They both grunted loudly as Modo ravaged Vinnie. His hands climbed up the white biceps to his thick shoulders, he reached them around behind Vinnie's back and then he pulled down on his shoulders, almost begging him to drop deeper onto him. Vinnie complied rather hastily as his shaft was twitching so hard now that it was actually slapping against his own stomach between thrusts.

"M-Modo... I'm gonna..."

"Rrrhhh." Modo felt Vinnie's recesses clenching around him, he rolled his head back and shivered. "M-me... too! RAAHHHHHH!!!!"

He couldn't contain it, all of a sudden, a flood of warmth shot deep into Vinnie's ass. Thick white cum immediately began to drain from the mouse who then threw his own head back and cried out loud, suddenly exploding his cum not only across Modo, but also clear across the room in heavy, thick spurts.

As their orgasm waned, Vinnie about collapsed onto Modo's chest. His breathing was so rapid that his shoulders trembled with every exhale. After a few minutes, he let out a chuckle of amusement. "B-boy... that was hot..." he said in between breaths.

"F-fuck... yes..." Modo moaned, stretching his legs and his back out on the floor before realizing he was still on the creeper he'd been using.

A few minutes more passed and Vinnie slowly withdrew himself from Modo's embrace. His knees seemed somewhat weakened from the passionate orgasm, and their bodies came apart like glue had been applied to them. "I think I'm gonna take a shower..." He said. "No idea when Throttle and Charley are going to be back."

Modo nodded. "Yeah.. that's a good idea. I'm gonna do some cleanin' and I'll hop in when you're done."

Vinnie made his way into the bathroom; the shower had once been a communal opening for the baseball teams before they had proper locker rooms constructed, the faucets were old and the room was somewhat dingy before they managed to straighten it back up and with Charley's help, they were able to bring it back to proper working order. Vinnie turned on the central faucet and was greeted with an almost-scalding shot of hot water. He turned the cold on a bit, leaving the water at least at a steamy point as he began to run his fingers through his fur and clean not only his seed from his chest, but also the massive flood of Modo's cum that was still draining from his ass. As he began to rinse and apply soap to his fur, he couldn't ignore the fact that he was halfway hard again. Just thinking of that big lug got him hot anymore, as he turned in the watery stream he was startled to find Modo entering the showers behind him.

"Oh, hey." Vinnie said. "I thought you were going to clean up?"

"I was." Modo said, but walked toward Vinnie instead, pressing his own renewed arousal against Vinnie's like a pair of crossing swords. "But I figured I wasn't done with you yet." He said in a rather sultry voice.

The kiss felt needed, it surprised Vinnie as Modo's mouth pressed against his own muzzle, but he immediately fell into it. Wrapping his arms around Modo's body, he pulled the mouse into him and returned the kiss, wetly crossing tongues with Modo as his hardon returned with a salty vengeance. His hands began to run down Modo's thick muscled back and straight toward his butt, the mouse tightened up for a moment at the firm grope, then he released his kiss. "Ey Vinnie... you know what we did in there?" He asked vaguely.

"What, fooling around?"

Modo nodded. "I kind of want you to fuck me right now, bro."

Vinnie blushed. He never figured Modo to go for something like that. "Ha-have you ever been fucked by someone, Modo?" He asked.

Modo shook his head. "I want to try."

"It's going to hurt like a bitch, you sure."

Modo answered that question with a well-timed kiss. Vinnie moaned into the kiss, letting Modo push him against the shower wall as he felt his tail swish in anticipation. His hands fell down and again groped Modo's ass. He broke the kiss this time. "Well then, get down on the floor." He said.

Modo didn't waste any time, he got down on his knees and turned to face his ass toward Vinnie, he then lowered himself to his elbows as he watched the mouse apply a bit of soap to his cock. "We don't got any lube in here bro, so this'll have to do." He said as he lowered himself behind Modo and admired the mouse's ass before pressing the cheeks apart with his hands. "That, and this." He said before dragging his tongue along the clean flesh and patch of fur between his cheeks.

Modo gasped and moaned as he leaned into the lick. Vinnie's tongue worked its way to Modo's hole and he pressed against the muscle; tight as a drum, but not for long. After playing with it for a few moments, Vinnie decided it would do fine like this. He readied himself, pressing the tip of his member against the ring. "You sure about this?"

"Just do it!"

On Modo's demand, Vinnie leaned forward and felt his cock pop into the warm tail hole presented to him.

"AAUGH!" Modo cried out, his fingers grabbing the ground for dear life. "FUUUUUCK! Get it out!" He demanded.

Vinnie persisted. "Give it a second, it'll get better. Oh god you feel good." He panted, suddenly realizing the tightness of the sex hole as it wrapped around him like a glove. He thrusted, Modo reacted in pain, but after two or three more, the other mouse began to lean into it and Modo's accompanying moans told Vinnie that the initial pain was subsiding. "Nnnhhh!" Modo moaned now, bumping his ass back against Vinnie's penetrating shaft, making it half-disappear, then after a few more pushes, it fully submerged into Modo's ass.

Vinnie adjusted himself, standing up on his back legs as he put his weight into Modo's back. Both of them began to moan at once as Vinnie began to pick up the pace, his furry loins slapping against Modo's recently-virgin ass. Modo slapped at the floor now, trying to gain traction to lunge back into Vinnie, but there was little room to do more than just hold on. Deeper and deeper Vinnie went, with each hard thrust it felt like a jackhammer slamming into concrete. He could feel Modo's body writhing under him, he could feel Modo's ass clenching and twisting for each moment of bliss. His moans grew louder, and louder when suddenly.

"HYAHHHH!" He let out a louder roar than he had before. There was the sound of something wet pouring onto the tiles under them, and the unmistakable smell of sex filling the air. Modo's ass clenched so tight around Vinnie's cock that the smaller mouse had nothing to do but--

"C-Cumming!" Vinnie managed to utter before taking one last hard slam into Modo's hips and releasing more of his pent up semen deep into the male's ass. "Hnnhh!" He grunted, thrusting in and holding it for another few spurts. This second round felt almost more enjoyable than the first as Vinnie almost collapsed onto Modo's ass and back, forgetting for a moment they were being showered upon. Modo eventually laid down and wrapped Vinnie in his arms. The pair shared a rather lewd kiss before they got up to clean themselves up.

It was still a few hours before Throttle and Charley returned from their mission. Charley had to leave for her garage immediately; something she was griping with Throttle about, being too close to Greasepit and feeling completely filthy while Throttle admired the hangout.

"You two did a pretty good job tonight. Other than a bottle cap I found lying on the floor, it looks like you held the place pretty well."

"Thanks, Throttle." Vinnie said.

Modo smiled broadly. "We ain't exactly troublemakers all the time, ya know?"

"Still. Color me surprised." Their leader said, scratching his head in confusion. "I guess you two are finally growing up, huh?"

"I guess so." Modo said.

Vinnie yawned from exhaustion. "Oh man, it's real late bros. We got a lot to do tomorrow, I think I'm going to hit the sack.

"Yeah. Me too." Modo said. "You coming, Throttle?"

"I'll be along in a few." Throttle replied. "I'm just going to check something online."

"Alright. Good night." The pair said as they both retreated to their respective rooms and Throttle made his way across the room toward the computer on the other side.

As Throttle passed Modo's bike, a strange thing caught his eye. Lifting his glasses for a better look, he leaned in on the paint job and was confused by a small speck of white liquid, still clinging to the engine compartment. Throttle ran his finger across it and stared at the liquid on his finger. "Huh." He said as he took a sniff and even tasted it off his finger. "I'm really gonna have to get on those two about keeping their bikes clean. This is getting a little ridiculous.

THE END