I am in no way at all making any money off of this story. This story is for the reading pleasure of all the Biker Mice from Mars fans such as myself. I apologize for the length of this story. Anyone who would like to use my new characters are more than welcome with my permission.
6:00 P.M
(At the scoreboard hangout, the guys and the girls are bored out of their
minds. Limburger was too busy rebuilding his building from their previous
battle to cause any mischief. Modo walks to the window of the scoreboard
and looks at the moon for amusement, but was still not satisfied. Throttle
was throwing cards into his helmet for fun, but that made him even more
restless. Vinnie, was staring at himself in the mirror to keep himself occupied,
but even Vinnie thought to himself that there had to be something else to
do than look at himself all day. Maula was in the corner with Charley playing
jax. Then suddenly, Charley gets the idea of ice-cream.)
Charley(to Maula): Hey Maula, wanna go get some ice-cream with me?
Maula: Sure Charley girl. Whats your favorite kind?
Charley: Mine is cookie dough. Whats yours?
Maula: You know, I don't even know. Isn't that sad?
Charley: Well, we're gonna find out today! Come on! (She starts to stand)
Maula: Right behind you gal.
(The guys notice the girls about to leave.)
Vinnie: Hey babe, where're you two going?
Charley: We're going to get some ice-cream, want some?
Throttle: Get me a 2 quarts of orange sherbert girls.
Vinnie: Yeah, and get me 2 quarts of french vanilla.
Modo(politely): May you two buy me a gallon peppermint stick ice-cream please?
Maula and Charley: Okay. (They start off to the exit when they hear)
Mice: WITH CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES AND SOME WHIP CREAM PLEASE????
Maula: Okay, okay.(They start off again)
Mice: AND SOME CHERRIES TOO!!!!!!
Girls(yelling): OKAYYYY!!!(Before the guys could yell anything else, the
girls ran out of the scoreboard and in Charley's truck and drove off.)
(Throttle and Vinnie looked at Modo.)
Throttle and Vinnie: A gallon of ice-cream?
Modo: Hey, look at me. Do you really think I can help it?
(At the Limburger Tower, or should I say, his half built tower, Limburger
and the doctor are thinking of their next devious plan.)
Limburger: My dear doctor, do you have anyone in mind?
Karbunkle: I have numerous villians in mind, your extremely meltedness.
It all depends on what you have in mind plan wise.
Limburger: I am looking for the most devious, vile, disgusting being this
galaxzy ever let be spawned. Someone, if possible, that knows his/her enemies
before even facing them without our briefing them.
(Karbunkle gives his boss the most wicked smirk. Limburger saw the smirk
and instantly wanted to do nothing but smile.)
Karbunkle: Once your tower is finished being rebuilt, I will get started
on the transporter device.
(At the ice-cream parlor, Charley and Maula are at the counter about to
talk to the service man. He was tall and muscular with very masculine facial
features, but there was something about him that made Maula squirm. Charley
notice her look at him very oddly, but she dismissed it.)
Service man: May I help you....(noticing their beauty) Lovely Ladies!??!
Charley(glancing at Maula): Um...yeah, you can. We would like 2 quarts of
orange sherbert, 2 quarts french vanilla, a quart of cookie dough, a quart
of....(looking at Maula) What are you getting Maula?
Maula: Ummmm....I'll take oreo ice-cream.
Charley: Ok, a quart of oreo ice-cream, and a gallon of peppermint stick
ice-cream with a side order of chocolate sprinkles, whip cream, and a quart
of cherries if possible, please?
Service man(looking at the two in shock): Is, is that all!?!
Maula: Yes, thats all.
Service man(trying to score): Well, it looks like some party! Can I come?
I can be one of your dates or both of your dates, if you like. (He leans
over the counter and gave the girls a smile that Vinnie usually gives.)
Maula(politely): Its not a party though. Its like a social gathering among
friends.
Service man: I can be your friend honey.(Winking at Maula)
Maula(Getting annoyed): It all depends on your meaning of friend. (She noticed
he was leaning even further over the counter towards her face. She instantly
moved back to avoid any contact whatsoever. She then glanced over at Charley
who was mad at the service man.): May you please just give us what we asked
for, please?
Service man: If I can have your number.
Charley(Trying to control her anger): May we please have our order?
Service man: If I can get yours too, sure.
Charley(looking at Maula): Maybe we should go somewhere else.
Maula: Agreed.
(They started towards the door when the service man called over to them.)
Service man: What about your stuff?
(They walked back towards the counter and pulled out their money. When they
reached the counter, they left the total amount of money there and took
the items they asked for.)
Charley: Thank you.
(With that, her and Maula left the parlor and started off back to the scoreboard
hangout where the guys were waiting for them. On the ride there, Charley
talked about what nerve the guy had. Maula was thinking of other things.
Things from her childhood, or, what a child should never go through. When
Charley realized something was wrong with Maula, she gently shook her on
the shoulder.)
Maula(coming back): Wha-what's wrong?
Charley: Hey, are you ok, Maula?
Maula: Yeah. Just thinkin'..........about old times.
(With that, the ride back to the hangout was silent. The guys heard the
truck pull up next to their bikes. They decided to meet the girls and take
the bags. They saw that the girls had something on their minds, but decided
to wait till they told them personally. They head back into the scoreboard
and pass out who's ice-cream belongs to whom. Then, they head for the corner
that the girls were heading to. They all sit down and start to eat in silence
until Vinnie thinks of a game to play.)
Vinnie: Hey, lets play Truth or dare! That will at least keep us busy while
we eat the bordom away. (He sticka a giant spoon full of ice-cream in his
mouth.)
Modo(really catching on to Vinnie's plan to find out whats going on with
the girls.): Yeah, thats sounds fun!
Throttle: Count me in!
Charley: Same here.
(Maula knew what was going to happen if she played, but if she didn't, she
would make everyone sad, and if she did, they would know her past, and worse,
her worst fear, and would probably shame her, like others have done. She
was hesitant.)
Vinnie(looking over to Maula): Hey Maula, are ya in, or not?
Maula: I think I'll sit this one out guys. You all have fun. (She starts
to get up and walk away but Modo catches her ankles with his tail. She almost
hit the floor, but Modo caught her.)
Modo: Why are you leaving Maula? It's just a game.
Maula: Yeah, a game that leds into trouble for me.
Throttle(curious): The only way this game can be harmful is if there is
something you haven't told us that we don't know about, and you've told
us everything about you right?
(Maula had to think for a moment. She was in a trap, she had no choice but
to go along with it. As long as she didn't take any truths, she was all
set. The only thing she had to worry about were how serious the dares were.)
Maula: You know what, your right Throttle. Count me in.(Modo sits her down
on the floor beside him.): Who goes first.
Vinnie: Well, since I thought about it, I'll start first picking the victim.
hehehe.(His eyes search the room and he picks his victim.):Charley!!(He
feeds off the expression on her face): Truth or dare?
Charley: Ummmmmmmm, I'll pick......dare. You may aske me something really,
really personal so I'll play it safe.
(Boy was she wrong.)
Vinnie: Alright Charley girl, I dare you to go in the corner and wear a
shirt of ice-cream.
Charley(sulking): And the consequenses are...............
Vinnie: You have to kiss me. Smack dab on the lips. Long........and hard,
with feeling. For 20 seconds.
(Although it was something Charley wanted to do, she knew she wouldn't hear
the end of it, but it was better than taking off your shirt and wearing
ice-cream in the place of it. She got up and walked over to Vinnie, who
wasn't too far away. She sat beside him.)
Charley: Well, who will watch the time?
Maula: I will Charley girl.
(With that, she let Vinnie have it. Vinnie wrapped his arms around her.
She had Vinnie's face in the palms of her hands, holding him gently. Throttle
watched in interest, but Modo was too busy looking at Maula watching the
time. He was admiring her beauty, wishing he could have her, please her,
and love her, but she was too innocent. He thought that she would never
go that far with him. When the time expired, she made sure that they would
hear her.)
Maula: TIME!
(Vinnie and Charley had to fight to stop the kiss. Neither one of them wanted
for it to end. When they finally pulled away from each other, Charley searched
the room. She found her victim.)
Charley: Throttle!!!!!
Throttle: Oh boy.
Charley: Truth or dare?
Throttle: Truth. (He thought to himself that there was no one for him to
kiss, and plus he had nothing to hide. He was wrong.)
Charley: Between Maula and I, who do you fantasize about the most, and say
dirty, sensual, or both.
(Throttle was caught in a trap also. If he were to say that he fantasized
about both of them equal amount of times, because they were equal in beauty,
he would be in trouble. Not by the girls, but by his bros. When he was about
to ask for the consequenses, he saw that his bros were cracking knuckles.
He decided instead of letting the girls see him get pumbled for their viewing
pleasure, to just tell the truth.)
Throttle: Okay, here goes........(He says it as fast as he can): Idreamaboutthebothyouequallyandbothsenualanddirty.(Translation:
I dream about the both of you equally and both sensual and dirty. ) Whew!
There. I did it. Now, its my turn to torcher someone.
(Maula knew now that she should have stood out. Both the dares were too
tough to do and the truths were too personal. She sees Throttle's eyes swing
around the room underneath his shades. She closed her eyes and prayed not
to be picked.)
Throttle: Modo, your turn big fella.
(Maula let out a sigh of relief that sounded like a whisper)
Modo: What do you have in store for me, bro?
Throttle: Truth or dare?
Modo: Dare.
Throttle: Since your the biggest, I double dare you. Will you except or
take the consequenses like a coward?
Vinnie: OOOOHHHHHHHHHH, he put your manhood on the line bro, whatcha gonna
do?
Modo(filled with pride): Double dare me all you want. (big mistake)
Throttle: Ok big fella, I double dare you to wear one of the girls bras.(He
looked at both Maula and Charley): May he borrow one of your bras?
Charley: He'll have to borrow Maula's. She is four sizes bigger than I am.
I only wear a 38C.
Maula: Uh.......alright. (She goes inside of her shirt and removes her bra
and gives it to Modo.): It may still be a little snug.
Throttle and Vinnie: 38C, 42C? Wow, your busty!
Charley(looking at Maula): Why thanks guys. We think.
(They all watch as Modo puts on Maula's bra. He was having trouble so Maula
assisted him. When he felt her fingers touch his back, he almost let out
a moan, but fought it back so he wouldn't embarass himself. It was just
as much of a trill for her as well. Modo's back was all muscle. That instantly
turns any woman on. She noticed his muscles tighten underneath her fingertips.
She knew what he was feeling, and she loved it. As much as she wanted to
continue, she didn't. She finished fastening the bra to him. The bra looked
as if it were about to snap. Modo looked as if he were sufficating.)
Maula: Guys, that thing is going to leave a real nasty scar if he wears
it for too long. May he take it off?
Throttle: Only if you take his turn, and you can'y pick dare, since he is
having trouble with his.
Modo(protesting and winching in pain): It's okay Maula ma'am, I'll carry
on the dare.
Maula: No Modo, if you wear that any longer, it will cut your back and leave
an awful scar. Trust me, its worse than any other pain you have ever felt.
It hurts worse than a paper cut!
Modo: Really, it's ok. (He tried to get comfortable and moved a little to
attempt just that, but when he did, he realized Maula's warning. The elastic
strap of the bra sliced him as easily as a razorblade would have. The pain
was great. It left a real bad gash in his side along his left ribcage. Maula
instantly ran to his aid.)
Maula(scolding him gently): I told you what would happen. (She unfastened
the bra from Modo and tended to his gash.): Wow, it's bad, but you'll be
ok. (She ripped a piece of her shirt and used it to wipe the blood from
the wound.): Throttle, I'll take Modo's place. Besides, he did wear it and
you didn't give a time limit.
Throttle: The dare was to wear it, when I said wear it, I meant throughout
the entire night.
Maula(pleading): Please Throttle? You know I can't stand to see my friends
in pain, or get hurt. Ask me anything. You know I would do this for any
of you. (Maula didn't want to do the truth question, but she didn't want
to see Modo get cut up anymore than he was already.)
Throttle: Alright Maula. You have to answer the truth question I give you.
Plus, since you didn't have a turn of your own, you'll get another truth.
(Maula didn't know that that was going to happen.)
Throttle: Why were you and Charley so silent when you came back from getting
the ice-cream?
Maula(after taking a long frustating sigh): The clerk that served us was
an obnoxious jerk with an ego so big that in comparison to Vinnie, he made
Vinnie look like he had low self asteem.
Charey(curious): Then why did you tell me in the car that you were thinking
about things from your past?
(She couldn't hide it any longer. The truth had to come out.)
Maula: The incident that happened with the clerk triggered me to thinking
about my past.
Throttle: Truth 2. Tell us about your past. (He saw the expression on Maula's
face that instintly told him it was something painful.): Maula, you know
we're your friends, and to me, your like my sister,.....without fur. hehehe
But nevertheless, your my sister. Anything or anyone that bothers you, we
will help you. We only know about your transformation, but your past that
reflects to who you are now, we know nothing about.
(Maula dropped her head and let out a loud sigh. When her head arose, he
saw her eyes were filled with tears she fought for them not to fall. She
was always kind, caring, well mannered, fun and shy, just like Modo. He
didn't know that a sweet and innocent person such as herself could have
something so painful to hide. But, thinking of himself and his bros, and
all that they had seen in war, he took it back.)
Maula(almost sobbing): First I have to tell you that my full name is Maula
Belle Lumanar Danson. It all started at the age of four. I was in a private
airplane with my parents who were millionaires. The next thing we know,
the engine was on fire and we were falling. My parents only packed one parachute
because they never had an accident while flying. Dumb move huh? hehehe (She
felt Modo's arm around her. She was then scooped up from the floor and in
his oversized lap. She looked like a little kid in the lap of an adult.
He towered her, but she felt like he was the safest place to be. He held
her as she went on with the disturbing story.): They put the last chute
on me and pushed me out of the plane. As I fell to safety to a nearby airbase,
I watched my parents plane crash into the mountains. A month later, I was
adopted by the Danson Family in a small town in this state. Thats when my
life went from bad to worse. I wasn't allowed to know their first names
so I just called them the names that suited their position of raising me,
momma and poppa. I only knew my brother's name. Poppa Danson and my so called
brother Merrell Danson wanted a girl, and I found out why the hard way if
you know what I mean. (The guys faces went from shock to disgust and the
to sheer anger. They knew exactly what she meant. They were trying to figure
out why those two ever called themselves men.): They forcefully passed me
around to everyone. Momma Danson was the only one that tried to protect
me, and like me, she was also beaten. We tried to runaway and lead another
life, but they found us and beat us some more. When I reached the age of
11, I was more develope than the other girls. This made Poppa very happy.
He passed me around to even more people.(She began sobbing uncontrollably,
but was still able to continue the story.): He even gave me to the captain
of the police department. Everytime I tried to fight I would always get
more punishment, and the client, more pleasure. One day, Poppa and Merrell
decided to take Momma and I to the local lake, for more profit. Momma and
I refused to go. Merrell told Poppa that Momma was slowing down their fun
with me. So, before they got into the truck, Poppa tied Momma up and threw
her into the back of the truck. Then they were off with me. When we arrived
at the lake, the first thing Merrell and Poppa did was go to the back of
the truck and get Momma. They walked through the brush up a hill until they
were at the cliff. Then......they...tossed Momma into the lake.
Throttle(reaching to stroke her face): If you want to stop, you can.
Maula(crying): No, I have to finish the game, remember? (Before he could
reply she put her finger over his mouth): You know what? Maybe your right.
Maybe I should show you what I've been through. (She got up from Modo's
lap and wiped her tears. Then she went in the center of the circle and sat
down.): Then you can understand why I am the way I am. Because, there is
much more to my past then what I have told you now. You mice are telepathic
when you youch someone with your antennas, well, touch me and see everything.
See it and feel it. Understand why I am so forgiving, sweet, caring, but
always to a point.
(The mice all looked at each other and then looked at Charley, who was in
tears. Charley nodded at the guys to go along with what Maula wanted them
to do. They all leaned their heads over to Maula and let their antennas
touch her forehead. They seen everything she told them and much more.)