„Great. ... Juuuuust great.", Vinnie grumbled as the three Biker Mice arrived at Wrigley Field. The ... former .. white mouse walked ahead, over and over covered with mud. Modo and Throttle walked behind him, laughing with tears in there eyes.

"Oh c'mon, ...", the big, grey mouse laugh with his deep voice and wipe a tear from his cheeks. "... it's just dirt and water. Don't be a sissy." His big left, biologic hand slaped on Vinnie's shoulder and splashed mud all around.

"You'll survive. And by the way: Humans pay a lot of money for this. It's good for the skin, they say.", Modo snickered.

Throttle tryed to act serious. "Well, ähm .... you ARE covered ... now." But they can't retain and start laughing again.

"Hi hi, ha ha, ho ho. Stop make me laugh, you're killing me, guys. ", the white muscle mouse answered sarcastic.

"Don't hit it too hard! The shower is innocent!", Vinnie heard as he walked into the showers. It was installed in the early fifties, the time the old Scoreboard was mechanically so the Scoreboard-Team could cool down at a hot summerday.

"Yadda yadda yadda. What ever, dude", the white, muddy mouse muttering to himself, as he walked into the changing area with the sinks. He wiped mud off his face as he looked in the mirror.

"Aaaawwww, let's get you clean, cutie pie." Vinnie flexed his right arm and kissed the bulge of his biceps .... befor his eyes shot open wide and he spat out the mud in his mouth.

Filling the big, wooden tub he used for a bath sometimes, with water he pulled off his Harness, his bandanna and his boots. Even his bare, furry feet were covered with mud! Cleaning his stuff under a stream of water in one of the sinks he leave his boots upside down on the ground to dry.

Mud fell off his pants as he opened them and showed his muddy ass. The dirt was everywere. Even the black jock he was worn was invisible under it. Vinnie found this jocks at a online sexshop and bought ten of them. Earth wasn't the place you'd find cloths who was made for tail wearing guys.

After he put his pants and his jock in the tub with water to soak them, Vinnie sighed and walked in the shower area.

"Uuuhhh, what a day." The white, muscled mouse stood under the hot stream of water. Mud flushed away and trailes of white fur got visible under it.

The dirty mix of water and mud ran down his furry body, over his beautyfull asscheeks and his veins covered shaft as he start to clean up himself.

After the white mouse was ... well... white again, Vinnie started to relax. His hands examine his lower body, rubbed over his trimmed pubic fur and the base of his cock. Martian mice-penises were allmost like human penises, the only difference was the furry testicles and the color of the skin of the shaft, more red then pink.

Vinnie was cut, right after he was born. His apple size, fuzzy ballz hang between his legs and his light red, 5,5 inch soft shaft was geting harder. His hand was stroking his pubic fur, the veins under the short fur and his growing meat. The wet fingertips were ran up and down his semi hard boner to his glanz were he was squeezing the piss-slit, forcing pre out of it.

Vinnie's tail came in view as he massaged his growing, just like the bottle of coco bodylotion on the shelf at the wall did.

Thinking about not to mess up the shower or his tail he grabbed the water hose near to one of the toilet stall and pulled it in.

Naked, with spread legs, rock hard 7,5“ mouse-hood and raised tail the white muscled mouse was standing over the toilet bowl, opened the warm water of the waterhose, took a deep breath and pushed the spurting hose in his tailhole.

"Oh boy, did you saw him?", Throttle laugh, drew a curved line in the air by hand and whistled a bombdrop-whistle.

Modo's deep laughing voice filled the room. "Oooh Momma, what a show." He grabbed a bottle of Root Beer, used the thumb of his cybernetic arm to snap the cap of the bottle and emptied the bottle.

„Well, ice cool root beer with HOTDOGS would be better." Throttle grabbed his helmet, still giggling. "I'll get us three dozen. But … äh … it could take a while. Eddy moved his Shop to the other side of the town."

The big grey mouse opend his chest armor and laid it on the ground befor he rest his boots on the couchtable and opend another bottle of root beer.

5 minutes after Throttle had left the Scoreboard and the third root beer was in Modo’s belly nature was calling.

>>Shit ...need to piss<<, the grey, 6' 7" muscled mouse thought and got up to go to the bathroom. Passing the swinging doors who separated the urinary from the shower and the toilet-stalls he went to one of the urinary and open his zipper. A smirk found the way to his face as he unbutton his Bikerpants.

Since his puberty had started not only Modo's feet grew enormously (size 14 here on Earth after all), his whole body was only big. Every ... single ... part.

With a happy humming on his lips he pulled his soft 7" mousehood and his orange-size ballz out of his pants with his left hand. He allways had to do this if he needed to pee because pulling out his monster ONLY through the zipper was very, very uncomfortable, but hey: >>... it could be worse.<<, he thought with a grin. Good thing he wasn’t wearing any undies today because laundry day.

Naked up the belt he dropped his massive equipment over the zipper. Only the strip who run over his tail-base was holding up his pants. His dark red, massive boner hung over his orange size sac, the profile of the shaft more an ellipse then a circle. Large veins ran down his lower belly under his grey furry skin into his crotch, hidden under very fluffy pubic fur.

He laughed as Vinnie said he‘d look like one of the human men from the 70’s porn magazine they found in an old locker here. The veins went on into the shaft and ended at the fat foreskin who was covering the plum size glans.

"Oh yeah, it IS true what they say about guys with big feet. Hehe.“, he muttered with a grin and grabbed the base of his shaft. The fat foreskin allready had serious problems to cover the glans of Modo's SOFT boner, but now, the thinking about furry mice-feet (one of his preferences), made his blood rush down between his legs so the foreskin had no chance to cover the piss-slit anymore.

Modo squeezed the base of his hosepipe with his biological hand and moaned softly as pre ran out his piss-hole and hung at the glans in ropes. Hot pee made its way from the bladder to the piss-hole, opened the almond-shaped gate to an O and ran with a splashing noises in the urinal.

"Aaaaahhhhh..... muuuch better.", the grey mouse moaned as the pressure on his bladder decreased and he played with the yellow stream in the urinal.

Like an reflex his furry hand started to milk his semi hard boner. The massive foreskin rolled back and forward over the piss-wet glans slowly and brought another rope of pre to the piss-hole after he finished his leak. He notice that after a faint moan escaped his throat. Modo stoped.

>>Wow, wow, easy man. Vinnie 's right the next door. No need to get caught by him.<< he thought, smirked ..... and looked confused as he still heard a faint moan in the air!

With a grin he opend the door really quiet. After he got in he sneaked to the end of the 6 foot tall wall and peeked in.

Vinnie was standing in there, his back facing to Modo. His chest and face was leaning at the wall, his legs were spread apart and his tail was risen. And his tailtip .... well, his tailtip was covert with some kind of lube and deep inside his tailhole !!! With a moan Vinnie bent backwards and Modo saw a yellow stream hit parts of his right shoulder, ran down his back, ballz and his legs to his Feet.

>>Ya sexy little nasty fucker! Couldn't ya tell me earlyer ya into this?!<<, the grey mouse thought with an big lusty grin.

He looked down as the tip of his wet, drooling glans touched the cold tiles infront of him. His monster was fully 11" hard now, was loosing pre like a horse, fighting against the gravity and was bended like a banana.

Modo had an idea. "Now try to imagine how good something bigger would feel in there.", he say loud after he stood up and looked over the wall with a lusty smile.

"Holy Shit !!! ..... Modo!" Vinnie pulled out his tail from his tailhole as fast as he could and turned around, hiding his hard, drooling cock. "I - I can explain, ähm ..."

"Clam down, bro. We all got blue balls here on earth, I'm cool with that. ..... If I had known that you are so keen to experiment..... feels good, Ey?"

"Well, i ... ähm .... you know ... he he ... " Vinnie stopped and looked puzzled. "Now wait a sec. ... How do YOU know how something big would feel in ... you mean you're ... ähm..."

"Mmmmmm.... looks like ya love that kinky stuff too, Ey?" Modo pointed on the pale yellow puddle under Vinnie and smiled dirty.

The grey mouse smirked and nodded slowly. "Needed to pee, hmm? .... By bending backward, yes. .... And all over your chest and back and belly, i see."

"I would say ya got a kinky side and can't run free with the girls. .... That's fucking hot. ... How about a little, ... let's call it ... arrangement?" Mode smirked.

Modo looked confused "To blackmail y...? Nooooo, Einstein! I'm talking about to have fun? ... To-ge-ther? ... Ya know?", the grey mouse winked and walked into the shower finally. His mouse-hood was standing proudly in the air, all wet of pre and piss so Vinnie could see it very well.

Modo stepped on the heels of his bike-boots and pulled out his bare, furry feet as he unbutton the tail-strap of his biker-pants. Without any suspension the pants slided on the ground and Modo climb out. All naked he walked to Vinnie, his bare feet in the piss-puddle of the white mouse, with crossed arms over his chest.

"You like it kinky, I like it kinky ... I think i got some ideas about the stuff that could turn you on.", Modo said as he rub his big piss-wet foot on Vinnie's foot.

The white mouse lifted his hands. "Wow, Bro, easy. I don’t even know, ... i mean ... ähm ... it was just a try, ... i mean ... i'm not sure if i'm into such stu..." Vinnie die away with his eyes wide open as Modo eamty more of piss in his bladder free hands with a dirty smile and without a word. The yellow stream hit Vinnie's crotch and the almost soft cock so the white mouse could only watch stunned at his fast growing.

As Modo cut off the yellow stream with a grunt, the grey mouse whispered: „But it looks like HE knows. ... mmmmmmmmmmm“ His organic hand started to stroke Vinnie‘s hard, wet cock slowly.

„Oh, shut up already!“ And with that words the grey mouse was kneeling down in the yellow puddle, engulfed the wet, light red meat of his Bro and tasted the bitter salty flavor of the piss–pre mix as he swallowed Vinnie‘s hardon skillfully. The white mouse gasped surprised by the sudden action and moaned loud as his cut glans slipped in the well trained throat. „Oh ffffuck!“

Pre covered his mouth inside as Modo enjoyed his brother musky dick, moaned around the light red meat as it slipped in and out and his grey tail warped around his own cock to play with. His hands rubbed the belly and hips of Vinnie as he sucked the white mouse and found the slick ass–crack. The organic hand slipped inside, rubbed up and down until the now wet fingers found the tailhole and pushed 2 fingers in. Modo enjoyed the moaning and gasping as he worked his friend, drooling pre hard as he pleasured his own cock with his tail.

„N–no, I mean yes, i mean .... „ Pre was hanging off Modo‘s chin as he looked up and he could swear he saw Vinnie’s cheeks blushed red. „F – fuck me!“

Modo was about to say something as his eyes went to his own hard 11“ monster between his legs and back to Vincent, but the white mouse was faster.

„Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Bro! Just ...“ Vinnie layed down on his back, his ass in the yellow puddle, his legs spread wide.

„Ok. Sure, Bro.“, the grey mouse said softly. He slipped closer between Vinnie‘s spread thighs and rested the white legs on his grey shoulders. His organic hand rolled back his foreskin, embraced his hardon tightly so only 5“ were standing out of his fist and rubbed the wet glans over Vinnie‘s lubed hole.

„Ok, Bro. Now take a deep breath. Here it comes!“ The grey mouse pushed his wet glans against the slick tailhole but felt Vinnie‘s brain still had some resistance.

„Relax, Bro. Ya mind say yes, but ya sweet hole got other ideas. Hehe.“, Modo giggled to his panting Brother. But the grey mouse turned into an lusty, evil grin as he said: „But i got ALSO an idea.“

A small but loud wet fart escaped Modo’s arse as he grunt, tried to press out the rest of his almost eamty bladder and panted as the half inserted glans started to piss again. Filling the white moaning mouse guts, the pink pucker was pushed out, spurted yellow over the hard dick .... and made both mice gasp and moan very loud in pain and pleasure as Modo‘s hardon popped in, all the way to his fist around the shaft.

„Ffffffuuuuck! ... gnnnnhh,“ Modo moaned as he watched the pucker stretched over his meat. „Ssssshit! ... here we go ... so hot and tight!“, Modo hissed as he stoped to let Vinnie adjust.

The white mouse‘s face was in pain and pleasure the same time and panted: „Uuuuuuuuuhh .... *pant* .... so full!“

„Ya ok, Bro? ... I can pull out if AAAH!“ Modo yelped as Vinnie grope his chest–fur angry to pulled him down to his face.

„Do not dare! ... gnnh .“, Vinnie hissed angry in lust. And with that words the grey mouse grinned dirty and stared to fuck the slick tailhole.

The dark red, thick meat slipped out to the glans and was rammed back until the fist around his shaft hit the arse, made Vinnie‘s prostate pressed everytime the rod passed by. Vinnie moaned and layed back into the yellow puddle, spreading his legs wide in the new pleasure. Ropes of pre ran out on his belly, enjoying how his Bro made his boner leak love–juice like he never leaked before.

„Ffffuck .... ya’re amazing in there, Bro! ... oooooooooohhh MOMMA!“ Modo rolled his eyes in pleasure. Slowly he pulled his hand away from his fucking hardon away, slided deeper and deeper with every thrust until he was balls–deep. The orange size sac slapped loud on the wet white fur of Vinnie‘s arse.

Vinnie had no words. He was only panting and moaning and sweating as his Brother fucked him. He came the first time without warning, cover his white belly with jizz and make Modo moan as the rim flex around his dick.

The grey mouse grabbed the white ankles. Using the furry arse eagerly, Modo pulled Vinnie‘s left foot to his face to enjoy one of his other preferences.

„.... mmmmmmmm .... sooooo hot....“, he moaned, eyes closed in pleasure as he licked the white foot. The big toe was sucked in his mouth as Modo fucked the red tailhole. „ ... uuuuhhhh ... think i can’t hold it for long, Bro! ... *pant* .... Ya so fucking HOT!“

„Aaahh! ... gnnnhhh! .... ssssshit! Fill me up!“, the white mouse pant heavy. His rim started to flex again as his second climax builded up slowly and made the grey mouse inside him moan louder. With the white foot in his mouth Modo rammed in faster and faster. Heavy filled ballz smacked hard on the white ass as he grunted in lust.

Vinnie was almost shaking by the violence of his climax. Piss was spurting around uncontrollable as his whole body flexed, hitting the grey and white mice as Vinnie’s dick wiggled around.

It was too much. Modo grunted with the white foot in his mouth, role his eyes back in pleasure as he rammed in one last time and came hard. Rope after rope of creamy mouse-jizz filled Vinnie’s guts, gave the white belly almost a little bulge on his belly before the jizz spurted out and covered his orange-size grey ballz.

„Oooooohhhh … *pant pant* … ffffffuuuuck!“ Modo collapsed forward, laying down on his messy Bro. The yellow and white stains in Vinnie’s fur soaked in Modo‘s own fur, left the messy mice panting as the long, dark red cock soften in the tailhole slowly. It popped out the used rim and let cum and piss spurt out the white mouse’s arse.

Modo rolled on his back, slashing in the puddle on the tilts and put his left organic arm on his panting Bro‘s chest. „Fuck, Vin. … *pant … pant … pant* … that was …“

„Fucking amazing. … *pant … pant* … What a mess!“ Vinnie was rubbing Modo’s belly, feeling the wet and sticky fur between his fingers and moan happy. „I can’t believe I didn’t try this earlier!“

„And I can’t believe ya such a kinky motherfucker as I am, Vin. … mmmmmmmmm … I like that. Ha ha ha!“, Modo laughed out loud. His tail was rubbing Vinnie’s leg. „I bet we can have aloooot of fun. And … SHIT!“

„Throttle is out to get some Hotdogs! Don’t know when he‘s coming back! … Don’t know if HE is into this!“ He pointed at the puddle and on the messy white mouse with yellow stains in his white fur and lick his lips. „But daaaaamn, Bro. Ya look …“

Vinnie stoped him. „No! … Hose! Squeegee! Shower! Now!“, he ordered, but can’t help and snickered as they cleaned up. „Fucking … maby later.“

Throttle moaned. His hands squeezed the upper end of the stall they rested on hard, his hips were pressed against the wall.

„Oooh sssssshit!“ the mouse groaned as ropes of mice–jizz shot out of his dick into the anonymous opening.

„I … I need to stop that shit.“, he panted as he rested his forehead at the wall. His pants was around his ankles, sweat was running down his ass–fur.

A human hand reached through the glory hole, slipped between his thighs and rubbed them. „Nooooo! We‘d miss you!“

„Shut up! Glory holes don’t talk, Bitch!“, a other squatting human behind the half naked mouse said. „But he‘s right. We …“

„HA-AAAAH!“ The left hand of the squatting human behind Throttle reached up to the nipple in the brown fur under his biker vest and pinched it as the right fist in a black latex glove was pulled out of his tailhole and make the mouse scream and pant hard.

The human man in leather clothing stood up, pulled off the latex glove and wrapped his arms around the biker mouse from behind. „ … would really miss you. … Well, we didn’t knew who you are … or WHAT you are, but hell, man! Ya hot as fuck!“

„I … I can’t lie to my Brothers about this anymore.“, he panted, pointing on his fisted arse. „I‘m there leader.“

The human watched Throttle‘s face, saw the shame on it. „Yo! Listen, fuzzy guy. LISTEN! Do never … NE-VER … be ashamed of what you like. Be proud! … It doesn’t matter why ya into something. Fakt IS: it makes YOU feel good, and it makes OTHERS feel good. THAT‘S important.“ He kissed the brown mouse‘s neck. „If they‘re really your friends, they‘ll understand.“

„I hope so. … SHIT! What time is it!? … The hotdogs!“ And with this words he pulled up his biker pants quick, messed them up with the J-Lube on his arse, grabbed his helmet and was running out to his motorcycle under human giggle.