Irrational Feelings 3:
Coming to Terms

by Fur and Fantasy
R on Principle
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A soft, incoherent moan sounded through the room, followed by a second, louder one as Vinnie returned to consciousness. The room was the same one he remembered from before, though there was a fresh supply of food according to his nose.

"Hi, Bro." Throttle said quietly, curled up with his knees to his chest nearby.

"Whacked me good," Vinnie muttered as he lifted on hand carefully to the back of his head. "At least there's food."

Throttle only grunted and curled his tail around his ankles.

Vinnie dragged himself up into a sitting position and fell on the plates of food, devouring the dainty finger-foods in an effort to calm his hunger.

"Hey," he said after a moment. "What's in this box here?"

"Lube." Throttle answered quietly.

"Won't be needing that then," Vinnie snorted, grabbing it up in one hand and throwing it across the room into the pool. "Fuckers."

"Whatever makes you happy, Bro." Throttle sighed and looked away. "They will break you, you know."

Vinnie opened his mouth to reply, but then snapped his mouth shut so quickly Throttle could hear his teeth clack together. Instead the white mouse went back to worrying at the collar around his neck, determined to find some weakness or opening. He didn't have any more success now than he did before, although the distraction meant it was some time before he really noticed that Throttle never moved from where he was sitting.

"Hey," he called softly, "You want some of this? There still some of those funny cheesy things left."

"I had enough before you woke." He murmured, clearly not entirely in the room.

"You sure?" Vinnie asked insistently. "Can't tell when we'll get food again."

"Go ahead, Bro." He nodded. "I'm sure."

Vinnie frowned, picking up the food and carrying it over to Throttle. "Eat something," the white mouse insisted softly. "It's okay you hit me ... I was gonna do it to you."

That made the tawny mouse sign and pick up one of the cheesy bits and popped it ion his mouth. "Guess it's better I did it then. I can take it better than you."

"Don't flatter yourself," Vinnie said, though there was nothing of his usual boasting tone in it.

"You keep the attitude up, and we'll find out for real." Throttle said softly. "I really did eat before you woke up."

"Are we really gonna argue about this again?"

"No, Bro." Throttle dropped back into a defeated posture. "We're not. I'll try to shut up about it. I just don't want you hurt."

"So we need to get the fuck out of here," Vinnie said again.

"There's no way out of here." The tawny mouse sighed in frustration. "If you can see something I can't, please do."

"Did you look this time?" Vinnie asked, although his tone was much softer than his words.

"I looked last time." He retorted quietly. "Go look Bro. You'll find the same thing I did."

"So we need to find out what's around," Vinnie pressed on. "C'mon, you're usually the guy with the plan."

"I've got a plan. It's just not one you want to deal with." Throttle retorted. "It doesn't seem to matter that it works, just because you're the one having to give up your stupid pride to get out alive. I can, just better not ask Vincent Van Wham to do anything below his sensibilities."

"Don't be a jerk, bro," Vinnie said softly. "You know bloody well I never asked you to do anything like this."

"Someone had to," Throttle shrugged. "It bought lives, time, eventually our freedom more than once. It's just not that big a deal to do."

"Maybe not to you," Vinnie snorted. "I'm not exactly a member of the ass-rape fanclub."

"I know." Throttle nodded slightly. "It just means I can't protect you from what's coming, before we get home."

"Deal with it. I'm a big boy."

Throttle could only nod, though the pain it caused him was more evident than he realized.

"You wanna help me, then come up with your plan quick," Vinnie said seriously.

"Only other one involves getting back to Mars the hard way, and probably won't work." Throttle murmured. "The room is locked down Bro. We can run for it when the door opens, and get maybe five paces before the guards right outside nail us. I'm open to suggestions other than biding our time for a better opening."

"Wait and see," Vinnie snorted, "Fuck. Have I mentioned how much I don't love this sort of plan?"

"More times than I've suggested it." Throttle almost chuckled. "I'm kind of short on other ideas, Bro."

"Wait and see it is then," Vinnie said with a disgruntled sigh.

"As much as it sucks, try not to fight too hard, until you're sure you can escape." Throttle wrapped his tail around the write mouse's wrist in a desperately frightened grip.

"I think that's gonna take care of itself," Vinnie said, shaking his head. "I couldn't pretend to like this if I wanted to."

"You don't have to like it, just don't give them a reason to send you to the pits." Throttle looked up at him with honest fear.

"Pits? You see something while I was out?"

"The fighting pits, Bro. They may beat and humiliate you up here, but you go in with the fighting slaves, and you die."

"Fuck," Vinnie said softly. It was the only thing he could say.

"Now do you understand why you need to not be quite so antagonistic?" Throttle searched the white mouse's face with desperate hope. "They're expecting me to introduce you to the basics, or you can take it from one of their trainers, and watch me take the punishment for not doing it."

"Throttle ... no. I cannot do this with you."

Throttle nodded with more acceptance than was normal for him. "I figured as much."

"You don't wanna do that to me anyway," Vinnie said softly.

"What makes you say that?" He looked up curiously.

"You don't want to rape me, I know that."

Throttle recoiled at that. "N-no." He stammered, shocked to the core at the thought. "I ... thought you meant something else."

"I know," Vinnie sighed. "That's not what I want."

"I couldn't force you like that, Bro." Throttle reached out a hand to squeeze Vinnie's wrist. "I just ... hoped ... you could accept the idea enough to let me make the first couple times easier on you."

"Some things can't be easy, and this is one of them." Vinnie shook his head. "We don't need that between us."

"If it's that hard for you, no, we don't." The tawny mouse agreed softly.

"We've been through that, haven't we?"

"Sometimes, I wonder if it'll ever stop happening." Throttle sighed and leaned back against the wall. "But do try to relax when they ... take you. It really does hurt a lot less."

"I'm not sure I'll have much choice," Vinnie said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'll try."

"I suppose the same thing goes with the other stuff I'm supposed to teach you, hu?" Throttle looked less than thrilled.

"I don't wanna fuck you Throttle," Vinnie said simply.

"Well, there's that, but mostly how to give a blow job, rimming, the pleasure points to touch ... basic sextoy things."

"I'm so not sucking your cock, bro. Not even in your dreams."

"A little late for that." Throttle couldn't help the smirk.

"I figured." Despite everything Vinnie found he was smiling a little too.

"I see you have chosen not to accept your companion's offer to ease your way." Kaaya's voice was soft, almost understanding, as the door shut behind hir and the two mice from before. "Our Mistress does not care for your color, Throttle." Shi motioned easily to the bathroom.

With a very unhappy grumble the tawny mouse stood and followed her obediently. Vinnie, as usual was not so compliant.

"Doesn't care for his color?" He repeated. "She's just gonna have to live with it isn't she?"

"Not at all," Kaaya chuckled softly as the mouse servants poured a pitcher of black liquid into the bathing pool, turning it glassy black. "His fur will be dyed charcoal gray."

"What!" Vinnie was aghast. "You can't be serious!"

"In the water, Throttle." Shi motioned to the pool. "Quite serious. He can not remain the royal fur color." Shi explained as Throttle hesitated, then sank into the pool reluctantly.

Vinnie scowled, watching in disbelief as his friend sank into the blackened pool.

"It's just color." Throttle said with an almost steady voice as the two servant mice joined him and began to sponge his fur dark. Vinnie wasn't fooled, looking back and forth between Throttle and the imperious woman, his expression growing darker and darker as time went on.

"Vinnie, I do not give the orders. I merely carry them out and see to your needs." Kaaya said quietly.

"Sure, right," Vinnie obviously wasn't buying a bit of it. "What about our need to be left the fuck alone?"

"That is not a luxury a slave has." Kaaya explained simply.

Vinnie's expression darkened even more. Suddenly he decided he'd had enough. Moving quickly he grabbed hold of the woman and swept her up into his arms. Before she could do much more than cry out in surprise he'd taken the steps towards the pool and thrown her into the murky water.

"What the hell are you thinking, Bro!" Throttle's tone held both reprimand, fear and a real question as he swept the half-dyed and very outraged Fennec from the water and deposited her on the edge.

"You should listen to you friend more, mouse." Kaaya's voice was deadly, her lips pulled back from sharp teeth in a snarl. It clearly frightening the hell out of the servant mice, who were literally quaking in the water before returning to finish with Throttle's upper body when she glared at them.

"I wish I were listening to you less," Vinnie retorted, not at all cowed. "You're just full of bullshit."

"Vinnie!" Throttle all but roared. "Of all the stupid damn stunts you've pulled, this one damn near tops the list."

"Nahh," the white mouse shook his head as Kaaya stood and shook her fur out, splattering Vinnie and the walls with flecks of charcoal gray. "Couldn't be worse than when I blew up that building that time."

"We shall see if you believe that when you taste the results of your actions." Shi growled and stalked out of the apartment, trailing black water in her wake.

"Bro, she was our best bet." Throttle sighed softly and mentally dropped his two favorite plans.

"She was a bitch."

"She was doing her job." Throttle fumed slightly as the servants finished up his body.

"You will have to remove your glasses for a moment." The male mouse informed Throttle quietly. "Unless you would prefer to simply dunk your head all the way under."

"She was still a bitch," Vinnie insisted. "I can't believe you let her get away with that."

"You're one to talk Bro. You're a Dalmatian Mouse now." Throttle pointed out and took a breath before sinking completely under the water for a moment.

Vinnie snorted, grabbing hold of one of the fine, luxurious cushions and using it to blot the dye out of his fur with little success.

"Now it's just splotches, not spots." Throttle snorted. "You looked better with spots."

"What difference does it make? What's-her-face will probably be back after lunch thinking she can change my fur."

"Kaaya, and why are you making such a big deal of her?" Throttle demanded as he walked out of the bathing pool as it drained. "She's not the one making these choices."

"But she is the one walking in here and making all queen-of-the-world on us." Vinnie's voice dropped as he turned and saw Throttle. "Damn. You're gray dude."

"Yeah, I gathered as much." He shrugged, though there was little concealing the displeasure in him as he toweled dry.

"Bitch."

"Literally correct, you realize." He said as the servants quickly left.

"Huh?" Vinnie looked up, confused. "What do you mean?"

"She's a female canine. They are called bitches, like male horses are stallions." Throttle explained as he finished drying off and regarded the water through cybernetic vision before stepping into the now clear pool.

"Canine? With those ears?" Vinnie thought about it for a moment. "She looks more like a ... I dunno, not a canine."

"Bat." Throttle actually chuckled. "She is a kind of fox though. I'm blanking on the name, but I've seen that before."

"So she can't complain when I say it, huh?" Vinnie smirked playfully.

"Bro, you are missing the point." Throttle sighed. "She could have made things much easier on us. If you aren't a blood red mouse by evening, I will be surprised."

"There is no way she could get me in there if I didn't want to Throttle," Vinnie said, confident he was right. "And I definitely don't want to."

"No, Bro." he shook his head softly. "Red by blood. Yours and mine."

"If she lays a finger no either of us she's gonna get a much more nasty surprise," Vinnie said seriously. "I'm really getting sick of this crap."

"She won't." Throttle shrugged and got out of the water to dry off with a clean towel. "That is for much bigger individuals, who enjoy the work. Probably a few of the guards, if they don't have dedicated punishers here. Kaaya isn't even going to be here, most likely."

"Typical. Just like any bully."

"If you weren't my Bro, Vinnie, I would so be denying I have anything to do with you by now." Throttle muttered under his breath.

Vinnie snorted. "Oh right. Because they've paid attention to so much that we've said recently."

They've paid attention to every word Bro." Throttle shook his head. "Just like in the prison camps. They listened, but it didn't mean we got what we wanted, just because they heard us."

"Except you never complained when I hit the guards back then."

"They counted it as part of the job." Throttle retorted. "These people expect more civilized behavior."

"They behave with me, I'll behave with them," Vinnie shrugged. "Easy."

"Except you aren't keeping up your end of the bargain, and you're going to get both of us punished." He growled in annoyance.

"You can't compare this place to prison one moment and say they're being fair the next. That's bullcrap." The stubborn resistance began to rise in Vinnie's voice again.

"Bro, if you don't figure out how to behave around here soon, you are going to get both of us killed before we can get out."

"I'm not going to roll over and play puppy Throttle," Vinnie said stubbornly. "Not to these fuckers."

"And it's worth watching me get gutted over, Bro?" He looked at the spotted mouse sharply.

"You're exaggerating," Vinnie snorted. "They've just paid massive amounts of money for us."

"You're the pretty boy, Vinnie." Throttle would have rolled his eyes if he could. "But fighting is what would make that price up for them if we aren't satisfactory as pets."

"They don't like what they've got, then that's their problem," the white mouse retorted as he sat back down. "Serves them right."

Throttle just muttered something under his breath and found a spot to lay down away from his Bro for a while.

Irrational Feelings 3: Coming to Terms

R on Principle
Het Level is Low
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

16 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written August 31, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Vorex

Setting: Biker Mice from Mars, Haloeth

Primary Races: Human, Loup Maru, Martian Mice

Contents: Het (M/F). Slash (M/M). Master/Slave (Non-Consensual), Slavery (Legal)

Pairings: Throttle/Vinnie, others

Blurb: Throttle and Vinnie try to come to terms with being sex slaves. It doesn't go well.

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