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"Full Throttle"

The sound of metal echoed through the corridors as Plutarkian Lawrence Limburger walked the main hallway from the prisoner cell blocks toward the command center. Dressed in his blue suit and still wearing his human mask, he couldn't help but sport a rather nasty smile. He was actually ready to report to the High Counsel on his continued success on planet Earth. He'd managed to capture one of his hated enemies; one of the Biker Mice from Mars. He stepped up to a large rounded doorway leading into the following chamber and pressed his hand squarely in the center of the console directly to the right of it. To his disdain, it flickered and gave him a nasty shock.

"AHH! Hahh!" He shrieked in pain, wagging his hand and pulling it away from the door. "Karbunkle, dear doctor..." He pressed a button directly underneath the panel. "We've been given this ship out of the blackness of the counsel's hearts, it would be nice that if I want to access my bridge..." He inhaled sharply and belted out a scream. "THAT IT WILL NOT ELECTROCUTE ME EVERY SINGLE TIME!"

"I-I'm sorry, my fish-fried one." The raspy, high pitched voice emitted through the communications unit. "Greasepit was supposed to have that fixed days ago! Here, let me open the door for you."

With a hiss, the door started to open, then with a grinding, nasty crack it stuck about halfway, allowing Limburger to take a step over the threshold before the door snapped shut behind him, yanking his mask off and revealing his hideous, fishy nature underneath. He stared at it for a moment and appeared to collect himself. "Oh, typical."

Karbunkle was at the top of the staircase as Limburger ascended to the bridge carrying the ruined mask in his hand. Discarding it carelessly to the side, he simply slid open a cabinet under the console and pulled out a new one putting it on. The scrawny mad scientist was typing at the controls which had begun smoking a bit as he doused flame after flame that sprouted up with the aid of his diminutive assistant Fred, who laughed giddily as he chased sparks around. Stepping on the discarded mask, it slipped out from under him and he tumbled down the stairs, laughing all the way until he hit the bottom. Even then, he let out a dazed giggle of enjoyment as the two villains stared at each other and shrugged.

"Doctor Karbunkle." He said as he adjusted his mask and tugged his gloves on. "Please open a communication to High Lord Camembert if you would."

Karbunkle looked at Limburger and continued to putter around the console. "E-Establishing communciations with the counsel now sir. At least... I hope it'll go through."

"For your sake, it had better." He said pressing the threat with a wide smile.

"Thirty seconds--"

Just as Karbunkle said this, there was a loud bang as Greasepit came up the stairs; a bucket had been pulled over his head as he peered at Limburger from under the mask. "Oh hello, Mister Limburger." He said.

"It's about time you got up here. Report, how much disrepair must we go through to be fully operational?"

"Well, let's see... we got no power below the prison deck. Oxygen supplies are minimal and stale, no medical supplies or crew to speak of." He pondered. "And I think the engine's got squirrels in it."

"Either that or it was meant to power this heap." Karbunkle said under his breath.

Limburger sighed. "Typical, I sweat and stink blood throughout the galaxy and this barge is all that's been given in return. I have a good mind to tell Camembert exactly what's on my--"

"The ship isn't yours, Limburger. It's on loan from the Durma Galaxy." Limburger's blood ran cold hearing the High Lord's voice behind him and he turned around to see his fellow Plutarkian staring into his own cuticles, sitting like a hologram on the display stand. "And your ungratefulness is not helping matters much."

"Oh! High Lord!" Limburger bounded toward the hologram, displaying his buttocks for their traditional greeting. The commander simply looked and recoiled in disgust.

"Sorry, no. My back has gone out again, we can dispense with the greeting for now." He said. "What is your report? I am a highly busy man, you know."

"Yes sir! As you are aware, the Martian Biker Mice have been the reason for great delays on mining out the minerals of Earth, despite my years of attempting to squash them out, they've always found a way to rebound. But I've finally managed to capture one and I am bringing him to Plutark to stand trial and execution at your discretion, sir."

"That is good news." Camembert looked at him with a shocked glance. "Good news from YOU must mean that something is wrong." He pulled up a small control pad and read through the display. "You said he was a prisoner, you aren't by any chance holding him in cell six, are you? The one which; according to all visible records, is prone to shorting out?"

Glancing at Karbunkle who then pointed at Greasepit, Limburger knew immediately that was the case; out of all the cells they had, the lunkhead had to choose the one that shorted out. A quick press to the button on the console turned off the High Lord's visage and all three of them made a run toward the door in order to get to the prison block.

"How was I supposed to know it wasn't fully operational?" Greasepit asked as they ran.

"Because you DOLT! You would have noticed the power was out in that cell!"

"I just thought it was better lighting, it was easy on my eyes."

They reached the cell and to Limburger's dismay, found it empty. The shackles keeping the mouse in place must have loosened and he was able to open them. He couldn't contain himself. "GET BACK TO THE BRIDGE! WE HAVE TO STOP HIM!"

Throttle was already running full-boar through the hallways leading toward the hangar at the back of the ship. No security guards, no drones, this was an easy escape even if he had to do it naked. He skidded to a stop and the light-brown-furred rodent spotted the bay doors had begun a slow wind down to sealing. He ran toward the opening and threw himself past the small crack just as it came to a close, narrowly missing his tail, which dragged behind him. Catching his breath, he spotted a single escape pod in the back corner. He ran to it and flipped open the hatch, sliding inside. As he began to go through activating it, he could hear the computer speak up:

"Systems online, beginning adrenaline injection for spacial distortion"

Before Throttle could do anything, six nozzles suddenly popped out of the walls from around him and injected him with a brown-colored liquid that seemed to burn its way into his system. "YYYYAHHHHHHH!" He screamed out as he thrashed throughout the pod. The injectors vanished into their alcoves and Throttle threw himself back in his chair, breathing heavily as every inch of him began to burn. "O-Okay tha-that's bad... I don't know what they injected me with but fu-uuck!" He yelled as another sudden jerk shot him into motion and the pod was launched from the bay in an instant. Flailing about, Throttle grasped the controls and he realized that he was able to steer the shuttle.

"Fire! What are you doing?! FIRE AT HIM!" Limburger shouted at Karbunkle, who had donned a scarf and had drawn his goggles down over his eyes before firing away, laughing like a madman.

The guns scattered around the shuttle, barely grazing the hull as Throttle envoked a dramatic dive toward the planet Earth below him. There was a shuttering bump and sparks began to eject throughout the small cockpit as it started to spin out of control. Limburger grinned as the ship entered its spiral and grabbed Karbunkle by the shoulders. "Now! Now finish him off!"

Karbunkle aimed another shot at the ship, ready to blow it to pieces but as he hit the fire button, the cannon exploded and threw everyone aboard to the ground. "What was that?!" Karbunkle exclaimed.

"Ahhh I think that explosion activated the hyperspeed engine..." Fred said staring into a monitor and he was quickly brushed aside by the scientist.

"WHAT?!"

"Where is it sending us to--ohhh no..." Limburger moaned as he recognized the coordinates of Plutark displayed on the screen.

As Throttle watched the ship suddenly vanish in a brilliant flash of purple and green lights, he smiled in relief, but his relief was short lived as he found himself careening toward Earth. "Not enough thruster to aim for Chicago, but we'll see where we can get." He said.

Hunter yawned as he baked under the light from the sun, wearing a pair of sunglasses that Blitz proclaimed "are the best in beachwear style" he was surprised that the rest of his team hadn't come along with him on this summer vacation that they all needed. Colleen had traveled to her hometown of London to visit family; Exile, having heard nothing particularly exciting about it headed to Delaware to see what that state was all about while Blitz and Shag remained at the base, uninterested in going out for vacation. He really felt the need to play some fetch, but no one around there seemed interested in throwing a ball for him to play with.

The crowd was small today, the sun was warm and Hunter was lying around in a pair of neon green swim shorts that hadn't even gotten wet yet.

Suddenly, he spotted an object in the sky. Lowering his sunglasses a bit, he could see a streak of light that flashed into a shape headed straight for the beach. He quickly got up and shouted. "Everyone! Get off the beach! Something's coming down!" No one heard him, or at least no one was paying attention to him as he groaned. "Oh for crying out--go! Go! Go!" He shouted again as he leaped from his chair and at a super fast speed, blinked across the beach, leaving a trail of fire behind him as he ran. He gathered up two and sometimes three humans at a time, quickly depositing them outside the beach's perimeter as he moved to each civilian. Stopping to catch his breath he looked around. "Is everyone alright? Where--"

"Snoopy!" A little kid shrieked and Hunter turned to see a single pitbull bouncing around a frisbee on the edge of the water.

Hunter sped over, he could hear the sound of the object whistling as it fell directly toward their location. Snatching the dog up, he escaped the impact just in the nick of time though the force of the explosion knocked him off his feet and sent him tumbling to the ground. Rising and returning the dog dizzily to his owner he beckoned to the crowd. "Okay everyone, I'm gonna need you to clear out! I'll take care of this..." He turned to see a mouse staggering from the shuttle. A muscular mouse--with antennas coming out of his head. Hunter swallowed nervously. "At least---I think I will? Go!" He shouted, but he didn't have to convince the humans who were already running at the sight of an alien arriving on their shores. "They don't bat an eye at me, but some guy with antennas comes crashing down and suddenly it's all running--and screaming..." he said to no one in particular. He stood upright and made his way toward the alien. "Alright, stop right there? Who are you? What do you want?"

Throttle was shaking, the alien injection of adrenaline was taking its toll on him and his thick member was already at half attention when he spotted the dog walking toward him. "N-Need... release..." He said, straining to maintain some of his mindset. "Help--me!"

"Hey guy, I don't know what's going on with you, but crashing an alien ship on a beach is a matter of national sec-HEY!" Hunter felt himself getting thrown back as the brown mouse tackled him. The two hit the ground at once, but the mouse remained on top of the dog, his long cock drooling at the inside of Hunter's trunk leg. "Wh-what are you doing?" He asked.

Throttle aggressively pinned Hunter's arms down, bringing his nose close to the dog's neck and sniffing him. Hunter gasped in surprise, instantly springing an erection under his shorts. "Th-this... is an unexpected surprise..." He muttered. "Not in a hundred years would I have thought an alien--."

"Shut--up..." Throttle responded, his arms moving quickly to Hunter's pants and dragging them down, letting the canine's cock spring up into the open air. "Need---" He panted as he sank down and wrapped his lips around the shaft.

Hunter moaned at the feeling of the mouse's tongue licking at his shaft, his arms and legs stretching out in response to the sudden 'attack' to the organ. His slim stomach rose and fell with the gasp that followed and the mouse began to drool over the member, soaking it with his mouth as he sucked on it. Throttle's hands tightened around Hunter's balls; almost to the point of making them hurt and him jerking in reaction, but not quite that hard. Hunter didn't know what to do, he was pinned under the mouse's weight and watched as he rather eagerly worked at the retriever's shaft. "Ah-c--" Hunter struggled to speak as the mouse assaulted his glans. "Can I a-at least get a name, friend?" He asked.

Throttle was too engaged to answer, pulling his lips back with a loud slurp as he sat himself up again and laid his cock against Hunter's. He was too intent on this moment to hear Hunter, maybe he didn't even care what he was doing, but as he began to drag his flesh against the dog's, Hunter suddenly didn't seem to care either. He reached up and grabbed Throttle by the shoulders and dragged him down, nuzzling and sniffing his neck passionately. In a quick move, Hunter then turned the mouse over onto his back and laid on top of him. Throttle growled and gasped in delight as their flesh rubbed together. His eyes were wide open and Hunter could see the need in them. He dragged his cock along Throttle's own shaft, using it as a way to drag his shorts down without having to take his hands off the mouse's muscular arms. He was barely holding the frenzying rodent still as he moaned and snapped precariously at the retriever's more-lithe form. Hunter's tail was wagging and as his shorts were successfully dragged down to his knees, he simply adjusted them and kicked them off. He fumbled slightly and Throttle wriggled under him, finally gaining the upper hand and throwing Hunter back onto the sand as he returned to the dog's lap, his legs straddled across Hunter's stomach now. His cock was dripping profusely onto Hunter's stomach, slight spurts arcing up toward the canine's nipples as Hunter grappled the male's hips, enjoying the feeling of Throttle's balls dragging across his upper abdomen. The smell was intoxicating, it was as though whatever he was hopped up on was starting to get to him. He moaned as he felt his cock beginning to drag into the areas between Throttle's cheeks and losing himself to the lust, he began to try and direct the mouse's hips down toward them. Throttle seemed a bit eager to oblige as he leaned forward, dragging Hunter's cock along the length of his crack to his own ample balls, sliding it back up and poking it against his ring.

Hunter moaned and leaned his head back, his long deep breaths making his chest rise and fall as Throttle's hands found a place on them directly over where his nipples were. Throttle lifted his ass slightly, still judging his angle and slid it down almost catching the canine's tip directly in the ring. He did it again and Hunter let out a spurt of precum that soaked the right spot, allowing the tip to slip in. Throttle moaned slightly and leaned back, following the direction as the penetration continued. Throttle's mouth fell open and he shuddered, his muscular body twisting and flexing as he rode his way down Hunter's thick shaft. His cock bobbing and spitting pre into the dog's chest fur. Hunter reached down and grabbed the mouse's ass, his fingers soaking into the fine fur as he grabbed the muscle and spread his cheeks apart. Throttle grunted and huffed, throwing his head back in delight as his short fur almost rippled in the breeze. He began to press his weight down, spreading his legs a bit more apart as Hunter began to thrust upward into him; the tight entrance feeling so good wrapped around his shaft, so far this was turning out to be an amazing vacation for him.

"Hhhnnn! AH!" Throttle gasped all of a sudden and shuddered, suddenly releasing a torrent of cum across Hunter's chest and face. Throttle pressed himself down hard, his cock slapping loudly against Hunter's chest. "Y-Yes! F-fuuuck!" He cried out as he came, ropes of cum streaming across and soaking the dog's fur.

"A li-little--pent up?" Hunter tried to speak but it only made Throttle grind harder.

"Cum for me... fucking f-fill me!" He panted in an extreme case of lust.

"Annhhh ahhh! Don't--have to tell me tw-wice!" He panted. "RooooOoooOooOOOO!" He howled out suddenly as his final thrust in was so hard that he found himself shoving in balls deep. Throttle grabbed Hunter's arms so violently that the dog was afraid for a moment that he might rip them off. He lunged back, letting the seed fill him.

As he felt himself pulsing into Throttle's ass, he noticed the mouse vigorously stroking his own shaft. Eagerly, Hunter grasped the mouse's cock and began to stroke it, bucking his hips up and back at the same time. Throttle pulled himself up and off Hunter's cock, letting the cum pour down as he turned over and began to stroke it. The dog was apparently not done either, as his shaft went hard almost instantly on this change. Throttle spread his legs and straddled his flesh over Hunter's mouth, Hunter engulfed it and felt the mouse do the same down below. It was salty and bitter but at the same time it had a hint of sweetness that Hunter couldn't place. He'd never tried an alien's cum fluids before, so maybe it was just --different. Just the same though, he felt the flesh pulse between his lips as he brought it in and began to clean the cum-covered shaft with his tongue. He moaned at his own cock being attended to, but the moans were quickly quelled by Throttle's length being stuffed down his throat.

After several minutes, he heard Throttle gasp, the clench of the rodent's balls came just a split second before a sudden fountain of cum began to shoot directly down Hunter's throat. It was enough time for him to swallow, he didn't gag at the unexpected shot. In fact the flavor injection suddenly sent him over the edge. Hunter turned his head away to cry out, letting jets of cum shoot down his neck and chest as he came as well. "AHHHH!" He panted, feeling Throttle begin to engulf every drop.

"Stop right there!" The pair suddenly froze at the appearance of police and guns now pointed at them.

Hunter looked at them quixotically and felt Throttle shift on top of him as he got up and the police got them back to their feet. "In my defense could I please say I would not have predicted this?" He asked as he put his hands up, Throttle doing the same.

"So... can I get a name? A number? Something?" Hunter asked as the police closed the doors of their wagon to drive them off to jail.

"Hey. I'm Throttle." The mouse said, wiping a bit of Hunter's cum off his mouth. "And I'm sorry about that back there, I got injected with something that 'really' made me want to get off... I'd gone practically wild over it. The idea that Plutarkians use that stuff is gonna give me nightmares though."

"Well, I'm Hunter." The dog responded. "Leader of the Road Rovers."

"I've heard of you guys. You've got some pull with the government?" "Not much. But my Master engineered us to help serve world peace. I'm sure he can bail us both out of this mess."

"Sure thing, as long as I can get back to Chicago." Throttle nodded. "Say if you're ever in town, you can meet my bros and we can catch a game of baseball at Wrigley Field, whaddya say?"

"What do I say?" Hunter wagged his tail. "Any game with balls is my kind of sport!" He paused and thought it over for a moment. "That... probably wasn't the best way to phrase that, was it?"

THE END