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Day 7: Unaware

"Anger Management"

By Patrick D. Lambert

His room was an absolute mess. They were used to the sudden bursts of anger Vinnie experienced after some days without action. But a month had passed since the last encounter with Limburger, and the white mouse would cause havoc even worse than the dirty Plutarkian.

Throttle watched him from under the threshold. Equally surprised and disappointed at the display of energy, he sighed, then cleared his throat to get Vinnie's attention. The young mouse was too focused on boxing with the wall to listen to the increasingly louder calls of attention from his leader.

"Vinnie!" He finally yelled in a serious tone, which was enough to stop his friend.

The white mouse threw one last punch at the wall. His knuckles were a bloody mess, but he didn't react to the pain at all. In his face was visible the anger and desperation for not having something to do.

"You can't keep acting this way. You're gonna hurt yourself at this rate," Throttle said as he walked towards him.

"But I can't stay here and do nothing! I bet Limburger is planning something!" Vinnie exclaimed. With swift moves from his paws, he adopted a fighting stance, ready to continue his fight against the wall.

"And you won't stop him if you can't use your hands."

Throttle held him by the shoulder before he threw the first punch. The mouse grunted and put his arms down, looking at the ground.

"I know you wanna do something, but this isn't healthy for you. You gotta calm down."

"I'm calmed."

"Yeah, I can see that," he frowned while looking at the blood marks all over the wall. After a long sigh, he took a CD case from his pocket and gave it to Vinnie. "Look, if you wanna break your hands I'm not gonna stop you. But you could at least listen to this."

"What's this?" Vinnie's ear twitched with curiosity as he held the case in his hands.

"It's some sort of therapy. You're supposed to listen to it when you go to bed. It's gonna help you control your anger," even for Throttle that sounds like bullshit. But since he wasn't willing to deal with Vinnie at that moment, and right after he saw the incredulity on his face, the leader decided to play dirty. "But if you don't want it, I'll give it back to Charley."

"Wait. Charley sent this?" A spark of hope appeared in his big, red eyes. "I... I guess it won't hurt to try, right?"

"Yeah. That's the spirit!"

Throttle felt relieved. Vinnie wouldn't say no to anything related to Charley. It didn't make him proud to lie, but as long as it worked he was ok with it. He left Vinnie's room hoping the recording would work as they announced on that weird TV channel.

They didn't have to wait too long. After two nights of listening to the CD, Vinnie's behavior changed completely. He cleaned the mess he did in his room, then apologized to everyone for acting that way. It was incredible a simple recording could have such an effect, but they didn't have a reason to complain. After all, it was for his own good too.

Vinnie continued listening to the CD. There was nothing particularly special about it. Just a man telling him to do breathing exercises while thinking of a place that made him happy. Throttle walked into his room one night and heard the recording repeating how important was that he visualized that happy place. The voice made him feel sleepy, but he also got bored quickly and left without listening anymore. He didn't listen to the voice telling Vinnie to empty his mind and relax. Or how it told him to stop worrying about everything. Or to see things he liked as normal, regardless of where he was.

One last thing Throttle didn't notice was the stranger who sneaked up during the night. The intruder waited until everyone else was asleep to walk into Vinnie's room. The special therapy consisted of two CDs. Of course, the second and most important one wasn't included in the purchase. That had to be personally changed by the people responsible for it: a black feline who knew the Biker Mice very well...

A couple of days later, Vinnie went on a mission patrol on its own. While it was true the therapy had helped him to relax, he was still nervous about the lack of news from Limburger. Whatever he was planning, it had to be bad if it was taking him that long to put it in motion. Throttle wasn't against his choice, as long as he didn't make anything reckless.

Vinnie rode through the streets of Chicago, looking for anything suspicious. He wasn't sure what to look for. When he woke up that morning, patrolling was the first thought that crossed his mind. Besides, he needed a new way to spend his time during missions, now that he had his anger under control. The recording said a change in his routine could be helpful.

He had to admit it was relaxing. Vinnie drove around the city until the sun set right above him, watching the people go on with their daily lives. It reminded him how important was their mission.

The mouse parked next to a city park. For some reason, he felt in the mood to walk for a while. He didn't know why. The idea crossed his mind. The day was perfect for a walk. And there were a lot of people around. There were a lot of males around.

After taking off his helmet, Vinnie adjusted his dark blue jeans--they began to feel slightly tight around his crotch. The X-shaped bandoleer and his red bandana were the only garnets covering his upper half--it probably was a little inappropriate to walk around shirtless, but he was convinced the attire went perfectly with the metal mask covering the right side of his face. It did attract some looks, although not for the reason he expected.

Vinnie continued walking around with growing confidence that he was doing a good job protecting the city. His tail wagged from side to side. His ears twitched when he heard the murmurs of the people he found as he approached a lake in the middle of the park. He wrinkled his nose at a particular smell that felt too familiar but couldn't recognize.

It was a nice day. It was a hot day. He felt his chest burning. The sun was right above him after all. And he couldn't think of anything wrong happening. Everything was fine. Everything was perfect. Vinnie sat on the bench next to the lake, spread his legs, and put his helmet by his side. Then he looked down, and the thing that attracted all the looks became visible to him.

Pushing hard against his blue jeans was a huge bulge. At some moment during his patrolling, the mouse got pretty excited. A pre stain was already visible, and it was growing. Two male runners--a zebra and a deer--that were crossing in front of him almost tripped after noticing the size of that thing. Vinnie chuckled, then put his hand over the fat bulge--not to cover it, but to squeeze it. The runners, horrified, ran as fast as they could.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Vinnie said. He then looked again at his bulge and spoke to himself. "Jeez, I don't remember when was the last time I jerked off."

The mere touch of the tip through the jeans was enough to send a shiver down his spine. It was so sensitive, more than usual. He continued rubbing it slowly, savoring the moment. It felt so hard that Vinnie was surprised his jeans could handle it. The shape became visible if he pulled the denim against his cock.

"Fuck... has been always this big?" Vinnie took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the strong musk coming from his bulge.

He wasn't the only one to perceive the scent. The mouse left a trace on his path, one that other males perceived--some ignored it, others got intimidated by it, and a small group decided to follow it to its source. Vinnie wasn't aware of that, of course. The mouse had other things in mind. Rubbing his bulge was one of them.

The musk. The open space. The audience. Throttle told him not to do anything reckless. But he saw nothing reckless in that. Vinnie took off his jeans knowing that was completely normal. If you're horny, the most obvious thing to do is to jerk off, right?

For a mouse, his size down there was admirable. He held 12 inches of throbbing meat and didn't doubt for a moment to pull the skin down. Vinnie sighed in pleasure and curled his toes. His cock was even more sensitive now. Was he that horny? It had to be that. Or maybe because of where he was. He took a good look around, noticing other people staring at him--or more precisely, at what he was holding in his right hand--, and he realized he was in a public park. But there was nothing bad about it, right? He told to himself that he was doing nothing wrong.

"Don't worry about anything and enjoy what you like," Vinnie repeated. What did he repeat? He wasn't sure. He had a feeling he heard those words somewhere else, but he couldn't remember. And a glance at his cock reminded him it didn't matter. Because what he was doing was ok. It was completely normal. And there was nothing wrong with doing what you like.

Vinnie continued jerking off, using his fingers to rub the tip. He was leaking a lot of pre. More than usual. He couldn't tell why he felt so excited. All he knew was that he was horny and needed to relieve some tension.

"This is better than hitting the wall," he said with a laugh.

One of the runners that passed earlier made it back. Dressed in short pants and a tight shirt, both white, the deer was visibly excited by what he witnessed. Now that he found the mouse jerking off, he got his head all messed up. Vinnie glanced at him, then stared back at his cock.

"H-hey, you just passed by a couple of minutes ago, right?" The mouse asked.

The deer was startled at the calm with which Vinnie asked him that as if he didn't see what was wrong with what he was doing.

"Yeah..."

Unlike the shameless mouse, the deer covered his bulge with both hands. But his face reflected the interest in him. His nose wrinkled when he perceived the musk coming from his dripping cock.

"Saw something you like? Why don't you come closer?"

The wet sounds made as he jerked off acted like a leash around his neck, pulling the deer closer to him. He got his cock out for the small mouse to enjoy and began to jack off next to him, still speechless by how surreal that situation was.

Vinnie, on the other hand, couldn't understand why the deer looked so embarrassed. It was only natural to jack off if you're horny. He didn't know why he thought that. He simply did. And that's why he couldn't find anything wrong in what he was doing. The mouse kicked his jeans away to spread his legs freely and give a good massage at his balls while he continued jerking off.

Moments later, more males approached. The musk produced by Vinnie and the deer attracted them there. And they all shared a look of disbelief at what was going on right there. Of course, Vinnie didn't seem to mind. He perceived their excitement. A wolf. A crocodile. A bull. A fox. They all got closer enough to watch the show.

All that people intimidated the deer, who considered it a good time to leave. But the moment he let go of his cock, Vinnie threw his left hand at it to stop him, squeezing the fat shaft until he got a moan out of the shy deer. He froze in place and saw as the mouse began to work on his shaft.

"Don't feel ashamed. It's a hero's duty to help others," Vinnie said with a carefree tone.

His expression didn't change. He was excited by the things going on around him, but Vinnie still took all of that as something normal. Because his mind told him that was normal. All the newcomers pulled their cocks out after surrounding Vinnie, and the horny mouse didn't doubt to give his mouth a better use by sucking off each one of them. He started with the crocodile. Then he moved to the fox. The bull came after, huffing hard enough to mess with Vinnie's hair. He jumped to the wolf, who got a little greedy at the end. And the cycle ended with the deer, whose legs trembled when he felt those lips around his cock. And the cycle repeated.

Vinnie tried to please them equally. He didn't know why. He felt like doing so. He didn't feel forced or hypnotized into doing so. He simply wanted. And he felt so comfortable doing it there, in public, with all that people looking at him. It felt normal. It felt ok. And all of that made Vinnie feel great.

The group moaned in delight while the hero sucked them off. Unlike the small mouse, they knew that was wrong, yet the situation was too exciting to stop him. It was a "one-time-only" type of scenario, of course they would take the risk to enjoy it.

"Y-you're gonna stay until I cum, right?" Vinnie asked during one of the brief instants he didn't have a cock in his mouth.

They all said yes, watching the mouse jerk off faster. He was getting closer, and so were they. As much as they all wanted to savor the moment, they had to finish quickly and leave. That's why they began to jerk off too when the mouse didn't have his lips around their cocks.

Vinnie couldn't understand their urge. He believed that kind of moment was meant to last, to be enjoyed. He kept listening to a voice in his head telling him there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. And if there was nothing wrong, there was no reason to hurry. But he was ok with it. Sucking so many cocks got him pretty excited, and with how sensitive his cock was, he wouldn't last long at that pace.

The crocodile came first, right inside Vinnie's mouth. He held his head and shoved his cock deep inside his throat to give him to drink a mouthful of hot cum. Vinnie felt how hard it throbbed, and did his best effort to swallow it all. The other males followed him, cumming all over Vinnie, bathing it with thick loads of cum.

The hero shivered. He felt it all over his face and his chest. His nose got invaded by the intense smell coming from those mixed loads. And the glorious taste of the seed the crocodile gave him lasted even after he swallowed the last drop of it, a salty flavor too thick to drink at first. It was too much for him to handle. He couldn't hold it any longer. And so he began to cum alongside them. Vinnie pulled out the crocodile's cock to moan just as he reached his climax.

"Ple-please watch me cum!" He exclaimed while the strings of cum began to come out of his throbbing cock, falling on their paws. The mouse moaned as loud as he could, not caring at all about where he was. He was experiencing too much pleasure to remain quiet.

Eventually, once their orgasms ended, the group around them started to realize what they just did. The musk that initially encouraged them to approach now made them feel shame and regret. And when they noticed the people around them looking, the group hurried to dress up and leave, taking all different directions and trying to pretend nothing had happened.

The only one who stayed was Vinnie. The mouse became the center of attention, sitting on that bench covered in cum. But unlike the others, he didn't see anything wrong in what he was doing. He didn't feel embarrassed over his dirty appearance or what he just did. The mouse licked the cum from his lips and sighed in relief. He felt relaxed. That was exactly what he needed. And as far as he knew, what he just did was completely normal. He couldn't see anything wrong with it.

Vinnie looked around and nodded to greet the people staring at him.

"What a lovely day," he said with a smile.